note 1: Goddamnit Fanfiction for fucking up my fic.
note 2: Thank u Y-project for notifying me about the problem.

It was just another night where Michiru laid wide awake in her bed. Thoughts danced through her mind like a podium filled with ballerinas ( each one of them representing another problem she felt boiling with her hand ). Teeth are gritted, and usually gentle, green eyes held now fury.

She couldn't stand it any longer; Chika and Shito treating her like a tool with no kind words offered to her.

It had been no problem at first. First the female thought they were just colleagues who made her world a bit colourful, but her tolerance shimmered down with each word shouted by the golden-eyed male and another insult thrown to her by the red-eyed one.

Couldn't they have a bit more respect for her?

Sometimes she had considered just moving to a capsule hotel, talking with the others who live there in the small homes. A nice change from the blood and gore she saw on the daily base, a peace after the storm.

Or maybe she just wanted someone to pull her to the side to say everything's okay, that she's perfect the way she is ( no matter if it was a friend or just a random person she knows from school or her part-time jobs ).

A sigh escaped her betwix, scolding herself before closing her eyes again. Maybe her dreams would catch her now, and maybe things would change tomorrow.

Michiru internally scoffs.

Hah, as if that would happen.