Post by Hanabi on Jun 5, 2015 22:47:34 GMT -5
She had been meditating when the thought had come to her. Sitting curled up in the bath as scalding water seared into her flesh, hands dangling over the edge of the ofuro as her fingertips trailed through the clear liquid. Her thoughts had been circling in time with the ripples, a silver edged blade dancing through the dark matter of her brain, cutting and excising all the niggling emotional responses she had had throughout the day. Frustration and failure dogged Hanabi's daily schedule. Nothing she did was ever enough, and that very feeling of an eternal legacy was a weakness she couldn't shed. According to the monster who ruled both under her bed and in her mind, cold white fingers wrapped around the base of her spine and insinuating themselves into her very veins until Hanabi wasn't even her own creature, she was nothing. A nothing full of fatal flaws.
But the harder she struggled to fight against this fate. The harder Hanabi battled her fears, standing to her feet after toppling again and again, the more entrenched the monster's hatred became. There could never be satisfaction, and in that truth she was sinking, falling deep deep deep into the inky blackness of despair. What was life if you couldn't ever succeed? If she had to be nothing, is she really was fated to exist as a puppet at the end of another's strings, then why couldn't she be honestly nothing?
Gone, a whisper in the dark, a ghost tiptoeing through hallways. As a ghost maybe she would be good for something. The plunge as Hanabi ducked under the broiling heat of the water was enough to make her ears pop, her skull pounding from the temperature even as she pressed her body further towards the bottom of the bath. She could drown in here if she wanted to.
It would be the kind of silly death that Kiriko would never live down. A broken toy of hers so inept it had drowned in four feet of water. How the fact would irk that woman. It was almost worth it. The idea tantalizing enough that Hanabi pushed her hands into the walls of the bath, intent on holding herself as far down into its depths as possible as the darkness swirled around her and the world thundered through the bones of her skull.
Like all of her attempts at escape, she was thwarted by her own ill luck, a rapid knock at the door as Yunokawa-sempai's voice bled through. Gargled by water it was still audible, and Hanabi knew that the older girl was about ready to break down the door if Hanabi didn't give up her coveted secrecy. Perhaps she shouldn't have locked the door to the bathing room, it was against regulations after all to lock out the other girls, but she had wanted this moment of privacy even if it came with a demerit later that night.
Popping to the top of the heated pool, hair slick over her shoulders, Hanabi felt her skin steam in the cooler air as she stumbled from the bath. Calling out to reassure Yunokawa-sempai, or at least belay that homicidal rage, what was it some party tonight that the girl needed to primp for? Whatever it was, she would have been caught before she could truly expire if she had stayed in the water – and wouldn't that make things all the worse? It was one thing to shove her stupid death on Kiriko if she actually succeeded in dying in an embarrassing way. It was another to shove her stupid attempt at death on Kiriko when she was still around to face the repercussions of a raging monster.
Slipping on a thin yukata, barely pausing to squeeze the water from her hair, she ducked her head and scurried out the door and down the hall before Yunokawa-sempai could curse her out directly to her face. A blast of jasmine perfume wrapped around her like a scarf but Hanabi only ducked her head further into her chest, ignoring Hinata-shishou's gentle reminder of solidarity.
What did solidarity mean anyway? That there were two of them to suffer together? Hinata-shishou was nice and all, but she couldn't truly take Hanabi's place. There might be two of them in this one body, but it was Hanabi that had to deal with life. Hinata-shishou just got to come along for the ride.
Her feet carried her down hidden hallways, avoiding the areas that would be clogged with the banal banter of actual students. Students still flush with life and cheer and all the hallmarks of the beginnings of their stories. She hated them sometimes, a horrible burning resentment that she knew was horrible of her. It wasn't their fault they could be happy so easily and she was so far behind, that it took so much to make her smile or lift her heart. It wasn't their fault she was a poor excuse for a Shinigami or a puppet, or that her “master” had decided today of all days to rub it in Hanabi's face that she was just an object. A tool that moved only when told to.
Pressing into shadows, she found herself atop the roof without any conscious desire to be there. But staring up at the starry expanse of velvet sky she found it was exactly where she wanted to be. Pressed against the metal railing that was all that stood between her and the rocky path seven stories of dormitory below, Hinata tilted her head back and drank in the sight of all that darkness. Little twinkles of light were all that stood out tonight, the moon lost to its own shadows and all nearby planets in flux.
There was something utterly peaceful about that sight. Standing all alone on the rooftop, wrapped as she was in her damp yukata that allowed the chilled air to encase her in ice. She was aloof, full of an empty void that sucked away all feeling. She was nothing. Just as Kiriko wanted. She was the nothing between the stars. She was the nothing of death, her body cool as interned flesh. The nothing of the promise of snow in a white-white sky. The nothing that stretched and curved around an infinity sign. She was the nothing of matter as small as an atom, the nothing of fire crackling and sending sparks upward to fade into thin air.
Chilled to the bone, she could feel the nothingness spread inward, absorbing all that existed until she was little more than a shell of her former self. Her innards scooped away to reveal skin stretched over emptiness, she was a doll in the shape of a human. And in nothingness there could be no emotions, no regret or pain or fear. No terrible open neediness. No tear stained weaknesses. She was the sky itself, a concave existence. And in that peace Hanabi felt emboldened for the first time that day.
If she was truly nothing, then there was nothing to fear. And Kiriko had to learn some day that you couldn't break your toys without them hitting back. A smile flickered across her frozen face, hair whipping at her cheeks and shoulders like tendrils of ice. One fluid motion and she was gracefully perched atop the railing. Sitting atop the world.
She turned her eyes back upward towards heaven, a delirious laugh clogging in her throat as Hanabi felt the railing slip beneath her feet and she fell into freedom.
WC: 1253 | GP: 25 | Total GP: 25