An average day.

Just a typical day, as she felt her head pound a bit. She was getting a headache because her brother wasn't around : she knew it was about now that he would arrive home from work, but she needed to finish that arm. The shaking in her limbs was getting more pronounced : the girl grit her teeth. In the dim echo of the buzz in her mind, she heard a door. The arm was finished, as her body moved, automatically. She spoke not a word, but walked downstairs towards her oniichan, her blue gaze looking up at him. How frustrating it was to not communicate properly with him. The girl tilted her head, her blonde strands tickling her. Her eyes blanked out, as she stared at him, before she took a few steps forward, and softly took his hand, going towards the kitchen after he removed his shoes.

Ritual, daily, simple.

That one action was plain and normal : leading him to the kitchen meant she was hungry.

And yet, trapped behind her own gaze, a well of frustrations was present. She wanted to communicate, to have happily welcomed him home. But nothing was worth it : her entire body refused the notion, her mind blocked by it's own feedback. Thus was the mind of a girl, as she simply did things that were easy to understand, or even a sort of dedication that was harder to comprehend. It was like every day was a pit of never ending despair, the same things over and over as she waited for nothing and no one. There was no escape from her own mind : Rizoku knew that well. All too well.

But he was home, and her headache was fading away.

Like usual : she could tell the worried look in his eyes, even as he kept glancing to her. The blonde however, couldn't find the will to say something to comfort him. And once in the kitchen, she was faced with another daily challenge : deciding food. However, like always, she failed in this. Once she guided him into the kitchen, the girl stopped, and didn't even point at food, and just sat at the table. This was also daily : he would try to get her to point and say what she wanted : sometimes she could, often times she couldn't. It was that ever present wall that locked the girl in her mind, as her fingers started to arrange the piles of coins that were always present on the table. She had put them there, and organizing, re-organizing and then re-re-organizing whilst he would prepare something. It was difficult : she had to organize them, and once or twice was never enough. But Rizoku felt her headache leave : yet there was a pressure in behind her eyes, as if something was waiting to explode. The girl just waited, her head lowered so that her hair covered her face, slowly working on the coins.

She should feel sad, but the girl just felt the frustrations of being trapped like this. Many would look onto this and call it pathetic : and pitiable. But Rizoku understood that less : and yet at the same time, she hated it. She wasn't unhappy : she had a brother that loved her. Sometimes, she knew he had to wonder how she did anything without him : much less go to school or what she did whilst he worked. It seemed to Rizoku, that people were in the way. People were her limits : but she loved her brother dearly. She understood that. The twinkling of coins stopped : unusual in it's highest, the sound of scrapping chair also echoed. Another twinkling sound, as should Kiyoshi see, coins were floating around her hands. Without warning, she waved it, and with a darting impact, embedded themselves in the wall. Her eyes were closed, as if she was beating off a headache : anyone with spirit sight would notice the Plus running out of there.

The girl collapsed back into the chair, her body a bit limp as she breathed in and out heavily.

Didn't he understand? The girl's face was lax, but she felt a lance of irritation. Of course not. He never understood. He never looked at what she ws really saying, and just the surface. Like everyone else. She had communication issues, but she wasn't invalid! Her annoyance never broke the surface, as she just sat up into the male's hug. The girl just tilted her head, as if she was confused about his worry. The girl rose, and just went back to her coins, the sound of clinking resuming. She wished in a way, he would truly understand her some day. The girl just felt exhausted : exhausted of being by herself inside of her head. She just let the coins relax her, even getting up and pulling the ones in the wall, as if it didn't bother her she had literally just sent coin like bullets into the walls of their home. Of course she wouldn't look bothered : but she was scared. Scared of her powers.

What if this is what had killed their parents? She had never been able to show, tell or even portray to Kiyoshi what happened. And no matter what Rizoku did, he was always by her side. Did he not understand the truths? The things that really mattered? It was frustrating, but the girl couldn't do much : she was powerless to herself. She could only be broken : and the thoughts that fluttered in her mind in mere half-seconds were truths, full statements. She was advanced : and yet not. The girl had this sense of something wrong and yet nothing at all. A soft sigh left her lips, finally opening them to the air.. and she felt even more lonely. Was this how her life was going to be, forever? Cared for, unknowing of how to speak her true self? It was a sad tale.

Maybe she wished for that to change, as she stopped, knowing supper should be ready.