Post by Kasumi Shinoda on Feb 17, 2015 19:30:20 GMT -5
For the last few weeks everyone had been telling her one and the same thing: time heals. Even with the wound closed now, Kasumi's pride and enthusiasm were ripped to pieces. More so, the pieces had been set on fire and whatever ashes had been left were blown into oblivion. She hadn't expected for the recovery to be easy, but she had hoped that it would become easier, but it didn't. A soft thud indicated that the book she had just let go had hit the ground next to the couch; its pages rustled gently when it closed. She had been sitting here for over an hour, knees close to her body, feet tugged beneath a soft blanket of light blue, reading about the human's body. Apparently, the pain she felt from time to time was the result of a 'phantom limb'. It seemed that her nerves hadn't gotten used to the idea of a part of her arm being gone. Kasumi grumbled to herself while pushing off, sliding from her comfortable seat and making her way to the wooden table on the other side of the room. Sad blue eyes stared at the scattered papers, the open laptop had gone into sleeping mode, a gentle buzzing was coming from the thing and Kasumi pushed the screen quickly closing the device with a click. Two German student books were staring at her, the angular letters were darkly peering from beneath one of her drawings that she had carelessly tossed on the table yesterday night. She knew that she would have to open the student books pretty soon.
A sigh escaped the child's lips, she rolled her eyes in annoyance before turning away from the desk.
Kasumi couldn't comprehend why neither Ichiro nor Weylin understood her need to be left alone. They hadn't been the ones to lose a stupid arm – even if it only was from the elbow on, it was still more than enough to throw the girl's life at loggerheads. She couldn't draw, write or even type decently. Who cared about school? She was maimed now; looking like – not 'looking like', wait, she WAS a disabled person now. Clutching the stump with her left hand Kasumi bit her lip, more than just angry about the fact that some stranger would see her shame in less than five minutes from now. Perhaps she shouldn't open the door whenever the tutor would arrive, maybe ignoring the ring would work this time – maybe Ichiro would give up on getting her a new teacher?
Bzzzzz bzz -
The sudden sound caused Kasumi to jump up; her eyes scanned the room in panic, as if she was considering to hide somewhere the moment the sound would return. Feelign the heat rise to her cheeks, coloring her face in a shade of red, Kasumi turned around and took a step towards the hall. A gentle caress of her right sleeve – that hung loosely next to her side, and moved freely with every step she took, reminded her why she shouldn't take any further steps. Just stay there, let this one give up and leave just like the last one.
Weylin would probably pay them for the trouble of coming here anyway.
Another ring, Kasumi's white socks shuffled over the wooden floor. Nobody was home but her- the girl could feel her heart speed up and drop when the bell rang again. How persistent!
After a moment of hesitation Kasumi's polite side won over her sulky self and the child moved forward, through the hall towards the intercom. She didn't bother with asking who this was, she didn't know who it was supposed to be to start with. With her finger firmly on the button she heard the buzz that let the stranger into the hallway. Fumbling at the edge of the knitted sweater Kasumi was starting to feel even more nervous. Her German wasn't all that bad, why did she need to be taught while she didn't even plan to use it? By now her fingers were tugging at a strand of white hair that was being rebellious and had jumped out of place.
With a careful push Kasumi opened the door, peering outside just to see a young woman drawing closer. Unsure about what to do the kid jerked her head back, leaving the door ajar. To her great regret the woman didn't turn around but actually made it to the door. Once that the eye-contact there was made there really wasn't a way back. Blue eyes met blue ones, and Kasumi felt like she had to say something, even if it would turn out to be a mumble.
“Hello. I'm Shinoda Kasumi.”
The greeting pretty much got lost in Kasumi's sweater's beige collar – sounding more like 'ello..noda..Kasumi'. Still, it was better than nothing. Shuffling backwards, Kasumi turned slightly to make sure that the arm that ended at her elbow wasn't all that visible. With the baggy sweater, it shouldn't be noted from the start- perhaps not at all if she got lucky.
Pity wasn't something the girl needed.
And neither did she need a tutor, though sadly the adults didn't seem to get that part. Thick-skulled idiots..
More awkward shifting.
This one wasn't as tall as the one Kasumi had managed to annoy to the point of leaving. And still, the woman towered above the girl with about six inches.
“Would you like something to drink?”
If this had been Ada then alco-
Ada was an Arrancar. Those were dangerous – not Ada, not Agnes, but .. others-
Kasumi stared at the woman in front of her; her eyes widened slightly, and her face went pale as her heart skipped a beat. Could this one be an Arrancar in disguise? No, she felt.. felt human. Unless it was a trap and she- or it, was using someone else's body.
Get your head straight! - Focus. Breath. Tilting her head up Kasumi still managed to avert her eyes as she motioned for the woman to come further into the apartment. Everything looked neat, there were no signs of lingering toys, clothes or food rests for that matter.
|Words: 1023 – GP 20|
