~~Her hair was dark and thick; her eyes were a never ending sea
of blue that intimidated others. Mayumi stood slouched, arms on
her hips, and her face forward. The day was peaceful, trees
swayed gently in the wind with leaves embracing the warm colors
of fall, but the classroom was experiencing winter. The chains on
her pants wrapped around her legs, hanging tightly too afraid to
let go. Mayumi stood still as she gazed deeply into her teachers
eyes, hoping to form intimidation to get her out of detention. So
far her effort was pointless. In contrast to Mayumi's deceiving
blue eyes were the warm brown eyes of her teacher. It was
strange, they looked so alike it was as if someone was looking
through a mirror, but their personalities were polar opposites.
The woman planted deep into a chair cushion with relief.
" Mayumi, I'm sure you are aware of why you are here," her voice was stern yet a minor detection of tenderness emitted. Her voice made Mayumi quiver with disgust. Something about her teacher made her sick. Once Mayumi sensed her teacher coming she felt her body tremble. Mayumi grinned at her teachers words. In a battle Mayumi was the king, ruling others and always won an argument.
"I'm sure not here to listen to you." Mayumi always chose her words carefully as if she was constantly being tested.
"Well, it seems you got into an altercation with another student." The woman folded her hands on her desk with a strong grip.
"Look, Ms.Yuki she was in my way and she needed to move," Mayumi answered contently, her words ringing in Ms.Yuki's mind.
The sound of her voice always made a lasting impression. The golden strands on Ms.Yuki's arms stood up, producing goose bumps. Mayumi ate at her patience.
"Ripping pieces of her hair and scratching her arm was completely uncalled for."
Mayumi loved this. It was a game, a game of wits. Mayumi titled her head down to look at her fingers, her cuticles were painted with dried blood and she frowned. Ms. Yuki did not see it, but Mayumi was full of sadness.
She was walking down the hallway as others stared her down, ready to spit at her if they were given the chance. Pressing forward her steps sped up making her surroundings a blur. Heads started merging and doors became straight lights as she dashed. Everyone moved out of her way, except an obstacle suddenly blocked her path. With skinny legs, rounded cheeks and brown hair Asuna Toichi stood in front of her. Mayumi slowed down and she stopped directly in front of Asuna. Mayumi looked at her with both surprise and annoyance. Asuna lifted her hand and placed in on Mayumi's shoulder, her hands were soft and smelled like jasmine. Mayumi was taken back by this. Unsure what to do or think her instincts took over. In that moment Mayumi reached for Asuna's hair and pulled it. It was simple self defense. No one touches her except her family. She wasn't property.
Once Mayumi had a ball of brown hair in her right hand she yanked at it. Her force was unrecognizable. Asuna's hair was being separated from her scalp, and one by one they were ripped off. Asuna's eyes grew wide with hot tears as she screamed in agony. The pain increased. Mayumi held her hair like a ball of yarn. Mayumi did not even flinch as she said "Next time, get out of my way." She began to depart the scene, continuing on as if nothing had happened. Then Mayumi's head hit the body of marble flooring. Asuna tripped her.
As adrenaline took over Mayumi paid little attention to the pain she was in and no attention to her bleeding left ear. Hands out stretched in front of her Mayumi turned and clawed Asuna's arm. The deed was irreversible but Mayumi could still recall the event in her mind whenever she wanted to. She could reenact the feeling of her nails penetrating Asuna's arm before walking away.
"She's in the hospital now, you are lucky you were not arrested," Ms.Yuki interrupted her thoughts with a sympathy card.
Mayumi knew she was over exaggerating the incident. Hidden under her unapproachable face and past the hollow crevices of her soul Mayumi was smart. When she pulled Asuna's hair she did so in a matter of which it would cause less pain. Mayumi held back a lot of her strength but used enough. By grabbing a small section on the right side of her head it would grow back faster than on the left. When it comes to scratching her Mayumi could have scratched her on the face yet chose the arm because of its tougher skin cells and ability to heal faster. Mayumi knew that the body could only feel one pain at a time so her actions would have been less painful then having Asuna deal with her abusive boyfriend every day. Asuna was in the hospital because she needed to be. If Mayumi had not scratched her no one would have found the bruises and burn marks that lived on Asuna's arm. She would have never got the medical attention she needed. Her pain would give her realization. Asuna would gain courage to break up with her boyfriend and be better off without him.
Mayumi remained silent, it wasn't like her to admit she hurt someone for their sake. Plus that would sound just crazy. When Mayumi whisked out of her own personal bubble she noticed Ms.Yuki heading toward the door. Mayumi's mind was singing with joy, with Ms.Yuki gone she could easily slip out of detention, unnoticed and unwanted.
"I'm going to the principal's office for a moment. Please stay here or else the consequences will worsen."
Ms.Yuki doubted that Mayumi was even listening yet she was concerned for her. Ms.Yuki's slender silhouette disappeared into the hallway and Mayumi immediately burst into action. Her mind raced with ideas. Suddenly she was so overwhelmed as if she was fighting against herself. It was odd how at times she couldn't control her own body; it overpowered her wellbeing and at times did things she didn't realize was happening. She couldn't leave out of the classroom door, that would be too obvious, she would be easy bait for any nearby teacher. Then the gentle breeze tapped on her shoulder. She turned and looked out the window. Leaving out the window was an idea, her chances of getting caught were slim, but so were her chances of surviving. She didn't have time to contemplate the risk. Mayumi burst out the window without a thought in her mind, her eyes closed enough to where she did not know what fate had in store for her. To her surprise Mayumi felt her body crash into the familiar leather seat of her sister's car.
Machiko turned and glared at her sister. Was she nuts? Well....she must have had some for the courage to jump out of the two story school window.
"You're lucky I was here at the right time!" Machiko raised her voice but tried to keep it calm because her younger sister Koemi was singing happily.
Machiko's brown curls entwined on the side of her head as her white doctor's coat overlapped the seat. Machiko smiled. She was just happy her sister was okay, but if she ever tried anything like that again instead of a smile it would be a foot up her ass. Mayumi titled her head to the side and sneakily winked. She looked like she was up to something but instead it was the complete opposite.
"I knew you would be here," Mayumi's voice was different.
It must've been the fact that she could've died if it wasn't for Machiko's lucky hunch but deep in her voice was gratitude. Koemi giggled as she placed her hand over her tiny lips trying not to burst out laughing. Nothing was funny but seeing her sister's act like this always made her happy. Their connection was strange. Yes, as sisters there was a strong bond but there was also something else. Machiko turned forward, her body plopping back into the driver's seat.
"Let's go home."
Machiko quickly began to swerve and maneuver through the parking lot. Their parents were coming home today and all three girls were excited. Secretly Machiko was overwhelmed with excitement to see her mother. It's been months since they've seen them before they left and Machiko had much to tell. To her mother she was an open book, at times never shutting up about how she helped another patient, hung out with her friends at her bosses party or seen the same cute boy at the coffee shop. Machiko loved to tell her sisters things but she knew it wasn't the same as telling her mother. Mayumi could care less about her doctor work and Koemi would ask too many questions then complain that dinner wasn't cooked yet. Mayumi gazed out at the scenery. Trees passed by quickly the yellow, green, and orange of the leaves flushed together in an array of colors making it seem like the trees were on fire.
The car was quiet but there was no awkward silence; it was peaceful. Machiko began to pull into the street only a mile from their house when a strange car passed by. It was blue, a dark blue which almost seemed black with tinted windows and a dark figure that drove it. Koemi turned pale; she froze in her seat as she was drained of all her happiness and color.
"Koemi what's wrong?" Mayumi tried to ask her sister but Koemi just brushed it off like it was nothing.
They headed closer and closer toward their house but something felt off. An eerie vibe swept through the air, alerting the girls that something was wrong. It felt as if a book was missing from a large library; although it may be small it did not seem right. They jumped out of the car with smiles of their faces awaiting their mother's subtle smile and their father's gentle gaze.
Machiko placed her hand on the door quickly swinging it open shouting "Welcome home!" Koemi and Mayumi entered right behind her but stopped in their tracks. Their eyes flooded with red, the walls, the stairs, the floor was covered in fresh blood. It was splattered carelessly all around. They stood there in shock, motionless. Their minds were overwhelmed with anger, sadness and confusion. Mayumi turned to Koemi with her hand out trying to cover her eyes but it was too late Koemi already fainted. Machiko stared forward; her hands trembled in fear as she began to run upstairs to her parents' bedroom. Mayumi collected herself and picked up Koemi, holding her carefully in her arms as she slowly walked upstairs mentally preparing herself for what horror awaited her.
Before Mayumi made it down the narrow hallway to the master bedroom she heard it. She heard Machiko's scream. Her scream was filled with pain making all who heard it cry in agony. Machiko's scream echoed through the house, only soon to be filled with her quiet sob. Mayumi stopped walking and turned back around to Koemi's bedroom. She could not take the risk of having Koemi wake up and see what her sister had; instead she placed Koemi's tiny body in bed and draped a warm blanket over her. Mayumi pivoted and walked back down the hallway toward Machiko. The house was dark but reeked of death, and the smell of rotting bodies. A trail of blood led Machiko down to the bedroom where Machiko curled down on her knees in front of their dead parents.