Black hearts [Amaterasu]

It's true, we're all a little insane. But it's so clear,
Now that I'm unchained.

In a cage she bloomed into a desolate rose, no one saw her for who she was and so she stayed there forever watching humanity rolled by.

Hmm… The girl tapped the pen she held on her cheek. Once, twice she stared intently at the black notebook that was currently open. Yet another sleepless night for the child, sleep just didn’t come naturally for her. As for what reason she guessed it had something to do with her heart meds. Though… her doctor did tell her that was very unlikely she still has her doubts about it. But that’s just the girl and her unwillingness to trust another soul aside from her pet ermine.

Sad really, to seek comfort from an animal instead of the same species she’s born as. Truly sad… but girl didn’t mind at all. Through the rays of the moon as if hit her light brown hair the color dimmed into a silvery sheen. It swayed along with the wind as if flew around the garden. A gentle breeze that tapped each sleeping flower to follow it along as it played. On a bench in the middle of the garden labyrinth the girl sat in nothing but a pair of cute pajamas with the top a size too big for her. It slipped by the shoulders revealing some skin if she wasn’t wearing a light sweater over it.

Hey, the cold is still her enemy. The fresh scent of dew hung mildly in the air. Amaterasu didn’t know why but the scent of the sakura trees and the wild roses calmed her. The different smells around her, so different once the sun goes down… she liked it more at night. The cool air felt soft against her skin compared to the burning tingly feeling she gets from the sun. No…

She’s not allergic to it, it’s just… that that her skin is extremely sensitive. A few people can attest to that fact that she burns as fast as a fish on a frying pan when submerged into so much heat from the bright sun up there.

But still, the girl didn’t complain. Her hand scribbled more notes into the book, so what else should she add? Wondered the child, she has so much muse for another book she was working at. She never did tell anyone she’s also working as an author. But that’s something they’ll have to figure out… hopefully not.

At the fifth line something move from the corner of her eye. She paused, wondering if it’s some bird until…she saw a WINGED man with raven colored feathers landing a few meters from her near the flowers that sprouted by the edge of the fountain. Her eyes widened for a millisecond then calmed down.

Cosplay, that’s the word that came to mind in an effort to save her sanity. She nearly nodded to it until she saw the wings twitch. So much for that excuse… now the girl is desperately trying to think of an explanation while hoping the man hasn’t seen her. But it’s dark anyway…

Sacrifice