Kuriyama Mirai (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
halfemptyglasses) wrote2015-03-08 08:33 pm
halfemptyglasses) wrote2015-03-08 08:33 pm
Useless
Mirai slips out of Milliways once again without so much as a peep. No word to Enzo to talk strategy, no farewell to Autor or Tahno, just going.
The apartment sits still, her living room thick with tension. Her sparring match leaks out of her mind with the chill running down her spine. Rather than stay and subject herself to another attack, she dashes through to the door outside, not even stopping to fix the things knocked over from last time.
Mirai leans over the bench, nearly hurdling over from momentum. She catches her breath at the sudden stop, her feet carrying her to the park. She puts a hand to her forehead and wipes some sweat from her brow. Once she's got a little more oxygen in her system, she lets herself flop onto the seat.
Useless. She's so useless. She didn't even stay and try. It's like she's a completely different person here from who she is in Milliways.
Who am I kidding? she wonders. I don't even try there.
She wraps her arms around herself, left with just that. No others, no safe place, and no will to face either the youmu or the judgement surely awaiting her at the bar.
The apartment sits still, her living room thick with tension. Her sparring match leaks out of her mind with the chill running down her spine. Rather than stay and subject herself to another attack, she dashes through to the door outside, not even stopping to fix the things knocked over from last time.
Mirai leans over the bench, nearly hurdling over from momentum. She catches her breath at the sudden stop, her feet carrying her to the park. She puts a hand to her forehead and wipes some sweat from her brow. Once she's got a little more oxygen in her system, she lets herself flop onto the seat.
Useless. She's so useless. She didn't even stay and try. It's like she's a completely different person here from who she is in Milliways.
Who am I kidding? she wonders. I don't even try there.
She wraps her arms around herself, left with just that. No others, no safe place, and no will to face either the youmu or the judgement surely awaiting her at the bar.