Snippet #2469892

Tsukasa had left the Celebrations Hall. She needed a break from all of the cheeriness and happiness, the fluffy gowns and the bright lights... the chattering. It was all too, well, cheery. She made her way up to the base of the stairs and sat with her chin in her hand. She knew she couldn't continue up the stairs but this seemed like the most quiet place around to sit and think about the days events.

Her thoughts drifted to Aamu. The beautiful young woman had come to see Tarik and Tsu had entertained her for a short while and then excused herself. Even though Tsukasa acted like she didn't care what anyone thought she honestly did. The young woman absentmindedly picked at the scars on her face as she stared at the floor. "Damn those girls with porcelain faces," she muttered.

As she sat in silence for a few moments she heard footsteps approaching the door. When it opened she jumped up and whirled around to see who was coming out of the mysterious third floor.