Rebellious

I woke up at around one in the morning one day. I felt quite groggy as I got up to venture out into the bathroom. But the feeling in my lower guts during my period was enough to make me go all the same. I sat in the toilet seat, alone and quite content with that fact. I was the only one in the world.

My mind began to wander about. First of course to the more gruesome things. Midnight fears from when I was twelve were the cause of this. Classic images like walking skeletons, transparent scary faces appearing, ghosts, zombies, all of which failed to stir more than the small reaction of hairs standing on end and becoming more alert. I was old enough to know they would never come. There is a presence here far more frightening and comforting than they could ever offer. I had everything I could fear and love at the same time right before me, everyday, every minute, every second.

Ticks. That was my latest fear. It wasn't so much I was scared--I was disgusted. I had killed several just in my room not too many hours ago. And thanks to my boyish curiosity for gross things, I had taken the time to look at the tissue I had captured several in and examined them thoroughly. Perfume--the expensive poisonous kind (though many of those pompous rich patrons and whatnot ever admitted it)-- had killed them. I hadn't any use for it anyways, I never used it. Might as well use it. Use it for something well.

Those six little lets and that sharp blade-like mouth were enough to make me growl in great hate--or disgust, but what did that matter in the difference--at their little blood-sucking forms. They were freaking gross, if I were to say more bluntly. I had caught six of them, the small ones, heading for my precious dog, Princess. A pekingese from the Riaru Seken ("Real World" for those idiots who haven't yet made out the meaning of such a simple name), that I had named after my precious Peiji-hime. Hime-sama. Princess. Simple as that. I had moved the cage outside to protect her--but really, it was probably mostly my room and myself now that I think about it (she was to be bathed tomorrow anyways).

I finished the business of emptying myself into the sewers on that thought and refreshed my napkin. As I got up to flush and head to my room, remembering the nasty blood stains on my new mattress, I see a light blue shine down the hall to my right. I sigh and turn back, heading to the room right next to mine. The only room before the bathroom door from which I had just emerged. Laughter echoed from his room and I smiled.

"Oi, gaki." I call--making sure to call him brat. "You forgot to turn off the tv, it's still blue."

I see several young faces look up at me for two seconds before returning to their conversations and games. there are seven of them in the room, plus the brat. Haha, they had rebelliously fought against fatigue and the natural forces of time in the body to stay up all night. Or try to. How cute. I myself preffered sleep now...but I know, there was a time I was like this.

"Oh sorry." he grins before getting up and heading past me to turn it off.

I walk down the hall unneededly, not telling them to sleep. They were teenagers, so what good would that have done. They would learn what all that did to you, like it did me. I'm tired now. And I love sleep. All nighters spent on serious work with friends took its toll after fours years--which they had not yet experienced but were beginning to explore (they were right around the age where we to began our four years of long nights). I smile. I wasn't alone in the world anymore, this lonely morning.

As I reach for my door, I see some blood on my hand and sigh, grumbling as I walked past the open door of theirs with the lights on and voices of all kinds of energy filling my ears. I wash my hands, thinking about how I could tell them how I much prefer sleep now. And then I felt old. I was only three years older. I smiled and walked back into my room.

It is good for one to be rebellious with one's friends. It gave older people like me, memories to smile about when we part.

Our graduation had been more than a week ago. My painted golden nails were still growing out from that day. We wouldn't see each other anymore. It is good for one to be rebellious with one's friends.