Room Cleaning~
Characters: Sekai Saionji (sekaitoonajide ) and Ayasegawa Yumichika (satinskyrapids )
Content: When you're new, setting up your room is essential. Fortunately for Sekai, she has help.
Setting: Sekai's crib room
Time: Before Race 1.
Warnings: Sekai being Sekai.
When Sekai stopped writing on her communicator, she couldn't help but let out a sigh.
Yeeep, she was on her own all right, to some extent. Three suitcases wide open, clothes lining the floor in quiet stacks, sitting around each other, as well as their owner, even as she dug into her knickknack case, 'Knickknacks' were a bit of a misnomer, though, seeing as it was more of 'trinkets' and 'memories' than mere objects meant to fill up a room.
There was her waitress cap from when she worked her old job (the uniform, more like a maid's outfit than a waittress, was sitting around with the clothes somewhere--and the shoes were...in the shoe bag, tiny though it was), an old comb that her mother had given her, a makeup set, an old hair ribbon that Setsuna used to wear when they were kids (but gave to Sekai on her eighth birthday), and...
The photo.
It was an old photo taken during Sekai's tenth birthday party--her mother had managed to get ahold of a camera, snapping a shot of Sekai and a group of girls (She could see Setsuna and Kotonoha's faces in there). Sekai was in her best dress; even through the black-and-white, she could still see the pink on the flowers, and the white of the fabric. There was even a soft ribbon in her hair--the same ribbon that Setsuna had given to her years before.
Oh, those were the days. When she was still young, still innocent.
When she wasn't taught the harsh lesson that life teaches everyone.
Softly, she fingered at the red hairpin in her hair.
No, no, no, no. Now was not the time to go thinking about that. His voice would be too fresh in her mind, his face would be too--
"AGGGH! I can't keep doing this!"
...there! If she can't think her way out of a funk, then she can talk herself out of it. She can't go be a crying wreck on her first day. This was a new life, a new experience. Things were going to be better.
Placing the photo atop the dressing table, Sekai Saionji let out a sigh, digging through the box once again.