Chapter 56: Arc 2, - 34: The Mirror
"That's it? That's all she wrote? What's the year in this world right now? Right, nine-seventy-nine is what's on the letters and everything; also what Hotaru told me.
Ana was twenty-one when she died this year. Born in nine-fifty-eight? I think that's right, so her last entry was when she was sixteen."
She closed the book, "Then what the hell happened in five years?" she peered around the room. "You made it to the Ordinate like you hoped, you helped your dad...
Did the Princelys actually kill you? It can't be just some random mugging, it doesn't add up! What happened? How did it happen!?" Jotou's fingers tensed up.
She got down from the windowsill, "There has to be something else. Something magical, something reasonable of how I ended up being you," Jotou threw the diary aside, kicking up more dust.
"Some evidence, something else," she opened the drawers she had already searched, flipped open the books she already scanned. "Why were you so happy?"
Her search grew more feverish, dust be damned as she flipped the pillows and checked under the bed. "Was Layla actually just that paranoid? That's it? Then why did you die?"
She had no concern for her inner voice anymore, speaking aloud. She looked in the mirror, realizing how tense her eyebrows were.
The vanity was crowded with makeup brushes to eyeliners and blushes. Jotou cleared the mirror of dust and while it sprinkled down like snow, she eyed herself in the mirror. "Why am I here!?"
She leaned closer in; those eyes... the same as her old world's. The blonde strands of hair ended in dark black. She parted her bangs with a finger, "sSS! Ow..." she hissed touching her temple.
The punch had bruised one side under her hair; the other side where the bottle was flung onto had no mark, but it still stung to the touch.