can`t win me over. [open!]

[Mitsuko Kimura]

"March 8th. Seven years. Seven years, since she left."

Sunday was a busy day in town, as the blue-haired teenager wondered through town, her graceful step sweeping along the sidewalk. It was the anniversary of her mother's death, and the shifter wasn't her normal self. Her contagious smile was hidden, not a trace of it dancing across her features; no positive emotion. Suko continued to hum naturally, twirling around as her black dress fanned out around her. She smiled for the first time today, enjoying the wind hitting her calves and knees.

"Careful what you do
Cos God is watching your every move
Hold my hand in the dark street
For if you do I know that I'll be safe
Even if I'm far away and alone
I can be sure that you'll find me there
This I know
You draw me close for a while, so quiet
You tell me everything
If I forget what you say
then you'll come to me and tell me, again
Yes you'd tell me once again
But what happens when I know it all?
Then what should I do after that, what then.."

Mitsuko sung the lullaby aloud in her angelic voice, ignoring the stares from by passers. She wasn't one to be embarrassed by such a mere thing, and she liked projecting her voice. Her hands remained clasped in front of her, as she hummed the melody of the lullaby quietly to herself. Her mother, Sakura, had sang the same song to her when trying to lull her to sleep. It had always worked, for the soothing words worked magic on Mitsuko. Her temper had been flaring and decreasing all day, and it was starting to tire the young child out. She yawned, her boots hitting the cobble ground with a small tap. She'd been researching the mythical creature that dominated her veins earlier at the library, trying to absorb all the information about it's weaknesses and strengths. It frustrated her that she couldn't control the creature's actions, and it was even worse when they couldn't agree on what to do. When Pegasus wanted something, it wanted it, but if Mitsuko wanted a different thing with the same passion, it was a disaster. Two, strong minds fighting over one body was hellish.

Mitsuko glanced at the silver watched that hugged her thin, pale wrist. It read 17:40. Her father would be getting worried if she didn't return soon, knowing she'd been out all day. She had planned to go to the cemetery with him, but it was far too late now. She'd go tomorrow, apologize to her mother for being late, and set a rose down on the cold, gray headstone. Yes, that sounded good. The sun was now setting, various colors of red, orange, and yellow spilling across the sky. It was still cold, considering spring was coming soon. Suko looked at the people walking by, the young children laughing as their parents picked them up, holding them securely in their arms. She remembered those days Sakura had done that to her, after winning her first ballet recital. She was picked up, greeted by a huge smile and teary eyes.

Mitsuko's hair fanned out across her shoulders; curly and shining. A beautiful, black, rhinestone clasp held two pieces from the front, letting them meet together at the back of her hair and be entwined in the clip. The clasp complimented her eyes well, the same shine recognized in both. She looked into the window's of the gift shops, her orbs scanning over the beautiful merchandise; jewelry, clothes, and other small antique items. She pondered deep in her thoughts, glad that, that vain creature wasn't lurking in the back of her mind for once. It only really popped up when it was mad at someone or something, and then the stupid beast took over, controlling and twisting the words of Mitsuko. Sometimes she wished she hadn't been so gullible to have accepted the offer. She wanted the instincts, the traits, and Pegasus to go away, and leave her in peace. But she couldn't do that now. No, she couldn't. Pegasus had become a part of her, showed her an emotion she didn't know existed inside of her. If it left, half of her would be gone; dead.

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outfit: here.
lullaby: here.