In my room
(OOC: Forgive the dreadful spelling and overall rambling. Im given to panic attacks and had an awful one yesterday. Writing is cathartic but this is far from my best. Now to begin on a prelude to a Duel for Juri-sama. *smiles*)
It had been a compliment, in Juri's lefthanded way. Nevertheless, it brought a bittersweet smile to his lips. She was still his apprentice, his student. They would always have that. Respect and honor by way of the sword. He watched her go and gave a small inneffectual wave he knew she would nither see nor care about.
He then turned and walked back towards the rose garden and his luggage. He looked up at the crystalline structure and paused, staring.
It's shaped like a birdcage. I hadn't noticed before...
And the realization and symbolism caused him to shudder. It was all so very surreal here. Some kind of horrible Wonderland, the underside of Oz, the shoals of Neverland.
We are all just pawns in an imaginary chess game. It's all fixed. It's a con.
But he knew at what price all his THINKING came and he put a hand to his chest at the bitter reminder.
When I die, I'm sure they'll put roses on my grave.
He turned his back on the garden and took a moment to reorient himself. This school really was just a beautiful labyrinth of corridors and arches. It was strangely asthetic yet horribly wrong at the same time. Imbalanced. That was it. Imbalanced.
But gradually, as he wandered it started to come back to him. His feet remembered well worn paths and he eventually found himself amidst the student body again. It was all so homogenous. He couldnt really tell one girl from another and he wondered how many of them were really real and how many were just faces on a deck of playing cards. Props. Extras.
Girls cooed at his approach and waved and whispered behind their hands. It was not uncommon. This body was terribly good looking. In this world beauty could get you everything you wanted. It opened doors....but closed hearts. He gave the girls flashing smiles and small waves. Enough to be civil yet completely uninterested.
The hall was exactly as he had left it and his name was on the door. He fished around in his pocket for the key and remembered that he had never been given one. He sighed and dropped his bags, thunking his head on the door.
It gave, creaking open slowly. It unsettled him slightly to think that someone had been in his room. This was supposed to be his sanctuary, his space. He flicked on the light.
No.he thought. This is my cell.