Mizuki, The Girl Called Death - Chapitre 3
Another really boring and short chapitre. You can skip reading this one. Nothing much interesting. Anyway, here is Chapitre Three....
#____Palace Gossips____#
[Palace Servant]
" If I were her mother, I'd be worried about her. She's so secretive, so fond of solitude, darkness and coldness...."
" My sentiments exactly. She isn't normal! She hasn't got a single 'real' friend, and no one can figure out what goes on inside her head, not even her mother! "
" She never really smiles, it's unbelievable! And her downcast eyes.... She has a way of being so cold and stubborn----it's disturbing. Even when her eyes gaze upon you, you can feel as if she could look through you very soul, capturing it. "
" I agree. There is something very unsual and puzzling about her. It makes you uneasy. She also has a dark aura hanging over her. It is rumoured that she is the cause of all these problems that Gothica is facing. Afterall, she is the child of---- "
The two gossips stopped chatting at the approach of Death-himechan. Death-sama had a solemn expression on her pale face. She could be seen distinctly burrowed in a book she was reading. The servants greeted her with hypocritical smiles. Death-sama looked up, interlocking her gaze with theirs. The palace servants glanced blankly at the greyish-blue eyes. It felt as if her eyes could penetrate and capture their souls. It made them shudder with fright.
Death's eyes shifted their icy penetrating gaze to her book, and she walked away silently.
" Phew! That was close, " the two palace servants heaved a sigh of relief.
Death-himesama was a diligent and thoughtful princess who never asked herself whether she liked learning things. Her tastes, feelings and ideas were all rather vague, often non-existent. Many boys caught sight of her, and found the girl beautiful, but she was as cold as ice, and her icy indifference rapidly cooled off any ardour she inspired. She was frail, a trifle too thin, with milky skin. Her delicate facial features made her seem fragile. There was an absent look in her pale blue eyes, which sometimes appeared almost grey. Her hair was of a silky greyish-silver. She usually walked with her head down, staring at the ground. She was shy, and did not care for the company of others. No one really loved her and she didn't really love anyone either. Although Alysandra showered her with a certain amount of attention, she'd never known true warmth of affection....
#____End of Chapitre Three____#
The end of an extremely boring chapitre. I promise minna that the next chapter would be longer and more exciting. Anyway, I hope that minna enjoyed this chapitre.
I was thinking of making a comic on this.... However, it seems impossible for me to come down to a perfect picture for my characters.... Ack! Someone help me! I can't make up my mind!
