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Shrugit

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The sky covered by a haze, and the surface enveloped in a foggy daze. The air was kinda heavy, and sort of radiating in a way. It was like every other day. Or so everyone had inquired.

A feminine figure had looked out her window. Placed her palms on her window, and lifted with ease. The contaminating aura, had affected her deeply. She let out a few coughs and feeling a bit dizzy. The figure had shut the window tight, and bolted down the stairs. THUMP!THUMP!THUD!

Jumping off a few steps before the last. She gripped to the front door, glancing at the locks. Whipping her head to the right, the clock of white. And it read '8:26 am.' The figure let out a huff, "she left earlier. I have to hold down the fort. Again" she bellowed obviously annoyed. The figure made her way to the back door, checking the security system. She had locked it tight, and looked around the first floor.

Glancing at the closed door, that obviously led to the garage. Or what their mother had called it 'her workstation.' The figure made sure it was fairly secured. She had made her way up the steps, but more lighter foot this time. She felt heat succumbing her body. Similar to a fever or just overheat.

Was it from outside? She has questioned internally, and lifted her pajama shirt of grey. She entered her room, tossing it to the hamper in the corner. Bouncing off the greyish creme painted wall, and into the black hamper. The figure entered her restroom, and spotted her door. Turning the switch, and an agitating target of the day. STUPID SHITTY BRIGHT LIGHT! The figure cursed, and rubbed their eyes harshly. Letting out a huff of stressed breath. Stripping out of their pajamas, the figure had overlooked her clothes.

Gripping to an aqua and blue flannel, and some shorts. Along with some tights of grey underneath. They had pondered if they should get dressed in shoes or just stay relaxed. They had shrugged it off and exited the closet room. Entering the pristine and sparkling bathroom.

She had washed her face, and went in depth with her eyes. Staring at her eyes, and how unnatural they had appeared. They seemed just grey, but they had a tint of white in the inner part. Some called it a type of heterochromia, others insulted her for it. They had gripped to the thin bottle of skin moisturizer, and placed it over their face.

The figure exited her bedroom, and walked down the hall. Pondering which door should be opened first. The door with the medical plus sign, or the door with characters of separate languages. The figure let out a exaggerated moan, and entered the door of kanji,Latin,and maybe even Greek?

Opening the door, was a figure of a shorter frame. A hood over their head, coffee on their bedside table. The curtains shut tight, and the television playing an anime of world wars. "Hey are you okay? Just checking if you have been outside recently. Or hell even looked outside?" The figure used her hand, and had pointed to the curtain exaggerating.

"I don't go outside, and its bright out there. Shut the damn door, you uncultured conformist pest." The smaller figure grumbled, and tapping of keys could be heard. It was coming from the thin, silver colored laptop. It appeared regular, and unnoticeably probably extremely dusty. "Moriyamiaki, Michiko! Just answer the damn question so I can leave your spider infested habitat of a room!" The figure growled.

"Whatever shut the door already. You know I don't leave the house unless its for a manga and coffee run." Michiko let out a sigh. With a twist of their neck, their curly fringe deserted their left eye. Which in the darkness didn't look like their regular color. But in the light, it would appear like a pastel teal-like hue.

Kind of like how her half shaved head of dyed lilac-blue, appeared dark in the disappearance of light. The figure shut the door, and shrugged the attitude off. She cleared her throat, and stood tall. Staring at her ill sister, that layed in bed. In a white thin stripped shirt, and some shorts. Under the duvet/covers, lie her hands and her lower half.

"good morning. It seems you are doing your moisturizing everyday now." The frail looking girl stared. Her hair was short, and it reached a bit above her thin shoulders. It was its natural white shade, and she refused to dye it. It reminded her of many things. "Yuki why are the clouds grouping like that?" The figure squints. Pointing their view towards the thin blinds that didn't fully cover the outdoors.

Koyuki took one glance at the pill bottles that lay across the room. "Did you take your medication today?" She asked the frail figure. "....I did not yet. I apologize but I could not leave the bed." The frail figure looked low. Their shoulders pointing down, and their head held low.

The frail figure took her medications. She felt drowsy, and equally exhausted. She had fallen asleep. Yuki went to her restroom, closing the door behind her. She began to wash off her mask, and then used the after lotion. That often took shorter time to set. Yuki glanced out the window, but keeping their distance.

The outside looked extremely hazy being covered by fog. In the far away distance, Koyuki could make out a figure. They appeared injured, with their slow steady pace. And their appearance of limping. Koyuki stayed indoors, but battled the urge to help. Keep them from leaving...or help a resident. Yuki snarled at herself.

Her hands balling into fists. She shrugged it off, and decided to observe the injured figure's behavior. If they get worse I'll leave. They had thought and kept their eyes on the limping target. The figure from afar had waved their arms in the air. In a panic or in a needing way.

"Dammit! Girls! Don't leave the house. Under any circumstances!" Koyuki gripped her house keys, that lay on the dresser. She dashed out the door, and unlocking all the locks. Escaping the warmth of her home, and the pressured cold air blowing. She shrugged it off, and locked the door behind her.

Across the street, lied the figure of injuries? Is what Koyuki assumed, but in the end...it was a being. Their skin sagging over their lanky thin body. Their arms beaten and bone could be in vision. Their teeth looking jagged, and their eyes full of lost. Koyuki stumbled backwards, and squinted at the figure.

They held out their arms to the furthest they could, and snarled at her. Reaching for her figure, and Koyuki lifted herself. She ran home, ignoring the roads and sprinted. She unlocked the door, and let out a breath. She felt confused and hazy once more. The air had changed, as did the residents.

Koyuki locked the door, and bolted to the girls. They both were lying in bed, and they were well. Or so it seemed. The figure stared at the two, a breath of relief escaping her lips. Koyuki had caught their breathe, for a good while. Relaxation took place within them. Koyuki entered her bedroom.

Pondering if she should forget what she had just forseen. It was so peculiar and unnatural. It seemed like a dream, mixed with some nightmarish things. Koyuki had made her way to her bed, and lied there. Thoughts invading her paranoid mind scape. Her imagination being fueled, and her mind spewing thoughts left and right. Koyuki felt pressure try to build. But she told herself its just lack of sleep.

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