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All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.
Edgar Allan Poe (via loveage-moondream)
you’d be surprised at how much malice a girl can hide behind her strawberry lipgloss and scuffed pink shoes
` ♡ ╯ fukenzena。
bali, indonesia was very much different than morioh, japan. though she couldn’t have expected anything between the two countries to be the same.
the raven - haired yukako yamagishi, beautiful teenager, whose cold eyes could chill anyones spine was currently in the company of strawberry - blonde junko enoshima, talented actress and the jack - of - all - trades in a place far away from home. this wasn’t an unwilling decision —— the yamagishi was all for it.
ayana resort and spa was wonderful. here yukako was, overlooking the indian ocean itself, with a white - sand beach. along with the amazing view ( with clear blue skies ), they had over twenty restaurants / bars ( though she wouldn’t be going to them ); a private beach; twelve swimming pools… and, the one they chose to be their first destination: a spa.
right now, she was in the middle of a 90 minute process they called the ’ lava stone reflexology ’. it began with a footbath, followed by a leg massage and foot reflexology with a set of lava stone from the mountain. not only that, she was also given a hand, arm, neck and shoulder massage.
yukako’s hair was in a tight bun atop her head, with a thin strand sticking out on either side of her head so it could frame her face. she says nothing. she had no reason to.
❛ oh, yukako-chan.... that look on your face is so cute ! ❜ voice as sickly and sticky like caramel to the teeth. junko uses a red fingernail to point towards yukako, sitting up from her pedicure. she had just had her moroccan coconut and rose water facial, her eyebrows threaded, legs waxed, and her nails done all in the time span of a single day! now she was getting her toenails done so she could finally wear those pink, open-toed high heels that looked absolutely darling with her matching slip dress. they’ll definitely want to see that, the press that is, she thought. it’s very sexy and summery, quite a charmer, went another thought. but, you know, i’m kinda sick of it! watching older men ogle at me like i’m some prize to be when, when i’m only 17! it kinda makes me want to stick needles inside their eyes just so they’ll never have to look at me again! said the final thought.
junko looks from her toes to yukako, flashing the same smile she did when people took her pictures --- FAKE AND BORED. But Yukako didn’t know that. ❛ say, what color should i get ? i was thinking about something glitzy! blues look terrible on me so that’s definitely a no. and nude doesn’t really compliment my mood for today... how about red? or maybe pink? glittery red? ❜
she wasn’t always like this. indulging in mindless frivolity. but that was the mask of enoshima junko, as sweet-cheeked, honey-steeped a mask could possibly get. cotton-mouthed girl, you’ve got chiffon in swaths, silk in sheaths. the typical tokyo sweetheart facade she always played. how boring it got.
junko turns back to the woman doing her toes, her nose crinkling as if she just smelt something pungent. suddenly, junko’s lithe foot collides into the woman’s jaw in one swift kick, sending the woman tumbling backward. junko’s face immediately changes, lovely smile and a crystalline sparkle in her puppy-dog eyes that shouted ‘ i’m innocent ! ‘ ❛ oopsies ! i’m so sorry, ma'am ! what you did just then ... it kinda tickled ! ❜ she lets out honeyed laughter, watching the woman scramble to her feet and wipe the blood from her nose.
usually, most people would be upset. but nobody would be upset with tokyo’s sweetheart: enoshima junko! the lady gives an approving nod and a weak smile before a new woman quickly comes to junko’s feet. that reaction ... junko thought. it was totally predictable! junko turns to yukako once more, giving her that baby-sweet smile she always wore. ❛ well, what do you think, yukako-chan ? ❜ she hid her impatience well. ❛ red or pink ? ❜