fees and treats [c]

Mashiro Satou

The beautiful teal she was born with are slowly becoming hazy. Her fear of losing her vision was coming to light. Who knows how long until she can no longer see, and the unknown frightened her. Her fingers came to no rest as she listened to the doctor, while she heard what they said, it was difficult to understand why the symptoms started to show a little earlier.

"Is there anything I can do?" Her voice was soft as her fingers began to twist and turn together. It was not what the doctor could do, but, rather her. The need to solve things herself than rely on a character she is unable to control to solve the problem. They're blunt, giving it to her straight, to reduce her usage on the computer and to let her eyes heal over the course of the dark --- and if she were to play, there should be other forms of light around the area too.

Once the visit was over, she roamed the hallways. How many times has she walked through this very hallways for just the same visit. Her head was throbbing from the amount of thoughts clouding her mind. Foot steps of non-controllable people are all around. She walked out to the sitting area and sat down. What is she to do now? She could go back to her dorm room and go back to gaming again.

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Without music, life would be a mistake.

Today was an affirmation, that for fifteen years, Mashiro's crimson eyes were unfailing. But how long would it last? All the doctors said that all signs pointed to Mashiro's vision remaining pristine for years to come, albeit with the admission that they were surprised. An unintended 'gift' from her vain 'father', the pianist sighed, running her thin fingers from the doorframe of the doctor's office along the sterile white walls of the hallway until an intersection suddenly cut off her hand's contact.

Mashiro paused in thought as her hand reluctantly fell to her side. It was all just to clear her thoughts and move onto her tradition of sorts - heading out to the nearby candy store and bakery, just a few blocks away. No matter how cheerfully the doctor's praised the composer's clean bill of health, it always left a bitter taste in Mashiro's mouth at the end. She picked up her pace as she crossed the intersection, heavy white boots echoing with each step she took until the hallway gave way to the sitting office.

The pianist's attention was more on her attire, patting herself down across the denim pinafore that covered her turtleneck and checking the myriad of sewn-on pockets to make sure she had everything, least of all her phone at wallet. But a glint of white had distracted her midway to the door, and her blood-red eyes locked onto it. Hair white as snow, not too unlike her own, and just as long too.

"Ah? Chii-chan...?" Mashiro started, gasping is soft shock before looking at the other girl's teal eyes. It was hard for Mashiro to not stare, frozen in place, almost in awe. The dark red was the colour that she and her sister had gotten used to seeing.

But reality caught up to the musician who shook her head. "Ah...apologies...I mistook you for someone else..."

[ haruko clarkson | #WORDS | ♫MUSIC | NOTES ]

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Mashiro Satou

Why is it now of all times she does not wear her hoodie? Mistaken for another, Haruko could only blame herself for not blending well into the background. Then again, it's hard not to miss a girl with her hair colour; some believe it to be dyed whereas those who know of the genetic disorder learn to simply move on.

While her Japanese was more than enough to save her life, there have been times where she struggles. There is an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach as she raises her hand. "Ah, n-no, I'm sorry," she bashfully smiles. An awkward smile which she often shows when caught red handed for not paying attention in any of her calls with her sister-in-law.

Strange as there is someone else with the same condition as her. White hair and red eyes, it might just be Haruko -- as she felt a strange familiarity. "Chii-san is your sister I presume?" Once the phase of the awkward smile came to an end, she began to relax herself. "Ah, I mean, there is no need to talk about it. It's your personal business."

Did she have a save file somewhere before this? If only she could go back and choose a different route.

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Without music, life would be a mistake.

Seeing the awkward smile was somehow a relief to Mashiro, who managed to smile back more earnestly and nodded in confirmation. "Ah...yes, Chiri-chan is indeed my sister. My twin sister. And like...she is also..." The pianist trailed off, trying to find the right ending.

-Like us.-

That was that Mashiro wanted to say. The white hair was unmistakable, and the eyes; if they weren't red, then they'd have to be the blue-ish hue that the girl in front of her. Still, Mashiro didn't want to assume.

"Ah...we do share our...condition." the musician eventually concluded. It was still hard for her to be upfront, especially in front of a strange, but a mix of curiosity and a nagging sense of comradery still drove her on. She tilted her head as a thought formulated in her mind, focusing on the eyes of the girl seated in front of her.

After all, why else would they both be here, if not to check up on the same thing? As far as Mashiro could tell, the other girl's eyes had not turned glassy the way Yumeko's did. That meant that her vision was also normal too, right? Maybe Mashiro wasn't the oddity at all!

"Ah...anyways, looks like everything has worked out for both of us, right?" the composer asked, tilting her head in the other direction. Suddenly, Mashiro remembered her original pland and started to check her pockets, stopping once she found her wallet in the pinafore's front pocket. "Ah...right...! Are you familiar with the bakery down the road...?"

[ haruko clarkson | #WORDS | ♫MUSIC | NOTES ]

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