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Post by Mizuki Kurokawa on Jun 3, 2013 16:59:21 GMT -5
It was like he was trying to make her guilty on purpose. And it was working! Mizuki clicked her tongue in irritation, turning her head away from him. It was just another tactic to drop her guard. Well, that wasn’t going to happen buddy! Too many times that had happened, and she was always left with nothing but harsh words, condescending laughter, and wandering hands. Again, she shivered under the memories of when she had been a trusting child, one who sought the good in everyone she met. A naive and idiotic little girl she had been, and Mizuki had to chuckle to herself as the stranger left her to join the children in the water.
It seemed as if those sort of feelings, no, that trait was still lost in her. Like a predator on the prowl it waited in the shadows, biding its time to make her weak just like before. Now, it was resurfacing because one guy looked at ease and genuine while playing in the water with the children. Quite picturesque, really - the scene of a grown man adhering to the children's’ game of splish and splash. Mizuki’s initial thought was that it was innocent and perfect, too perfect. It must be a ploy. Yeah... I wouldn’t put it past them to do something like that. And just like that, the walls around her returned at full-force. You can never trust anyone. They’re all out to get you.
A small, sandy breeze swept across the oasis, and for some reason Mizuki felt that it emphasized how alone she was.
Knees were pulled to her chest and arms wrapped themselves around them as if trying to make her body small enough that she would disappear. In reality, it was just something that Mizuki used as a defense mechanism that comforted her in some small way because the longer she stared at them, her captor and the kids, a small seed of resentment began to grow. Their laughter and smiles was something that she wanted. One could say that it was probably the only thing Mizuki could never ever attain in this lifetime, and she hated those who had it.
Tired of staring at them, Mizuki placed her head on her arms so that everything was gone from view. She could still the happy sounds from their direction, but she didn’t need to torture herself by watching them. Instead, the young woman tried to block them out and focused on breathing in and out. If she could do that then her feelings and thoughts could simply fade away. And they did, along with her conscious.
Mizuki woke up from her nap as a shadow loomed over her. She blinked her tired eyes before lifting her head to focus on the figure looking down at her. ”Who am I?” A hoarse and empty chuckle. ”Why would a kidnapper want to know that? I’m a slave, a human with no free will. Who am I? Hah! Then, what about you; who are you to demand ‘thanks’ from me when you suspiciously say that you’re not trying to do anything to me. That’s really rich.” She shook her head at how contemptuous she sounded. Maybe he really wasn’t going to do anything to her, and Mizuki was only unjustifiably taking out her negative emotions on him, the unwilling target of her frustrations.
It was then that she noticed how far the sun was in the sky. Panic spread throughout her body as an unwelcome realization came to her. ”How long has it been since we’ve been here?!” Her voice shook, fear evident in her tone. Mizuki unfolded herself and tried to push herself up, only to fall to her hands and knees. Nothing else mattered then; not her captor, the mango in her hand, or the kids coming to surround them due to her sudden outburst. "My master is coming for me..."
She felt sick all of a sudden. The sensation of wanting to throw up bubbled at the pit of her stomach.
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