Only You.

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Juri woke up with a slow blink, letting out a small groan as she carefully moved herself onto her side.

She felt dull, but she felt quite alright. Her mood was better this time than the last few weeks that she has woken up.

Pushing herself up, she carefully got herself out of the bed, putting on her fluffy slides, she trudged at a snails pace, towards her bathroom.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw how dead she looked and she grimaced at this.

'Why do I look so fucked?' She wondered.

'Got me looking like I've been sniffing the rawest bag of crack from the depths of a Colombian weed farm.'

Grabbing her toothbrush and paste, she set off on brushing her teeth and washing her face clean. Applying some facial cream, she put on a bit of her mascara and applied lip balm.

Exiting her bathroom, she went over to her closet room, not without stopping midway to lean against the wall and catch her breath.

"Shit, how am I tired...already?" She breathed out, brushing her braids away from herself, she arrived and got dressed into grey sweatpants and a white shirt, then her beige zip up hoodie that she left open.

Sitting on the couch in her closet room, she leaned back in exhaustion, she felt so weak and heavily fatigued.

She mostly felt sick though, like she was about to have a fever or something.

She sighed and left her room, not feeling all too hungry, she didn't bother to inform the maids that she wanted food.

Instead, she decided to head over to her art studio, it was diagonally across from her room.

Pushing the doors open, she entered and walked down the large room.

Shelfs with art supplies of many kinds were situated around the place, labels for each box, many canvasses with paintings sitting in the stand.

There were multiple stations in the room, like frames to coloured paper and decorations. As well as clay, pottery wheels and equipments.

Over all the place was well organised, and Juri liked to keep it that way.

Heading over to an empty stand, she grabbed herself a canvas and set it on. She took some of her paints and a pencil from the container.

Sitting down on the stool, she stared at her blank canvas.

She was itching to paint, but she didn't know what to paint.

Scratching her head, she drew a perfect circle in the middle, effortlessly.

Staring at it, she began to think about how she was feeling and what type of colours she want to use. What was her theme going to be and the amount of detail she was willing to put into the art.

Moving her pencil, she began to add onto the circle, not having anything particular in mind, she just continued to move her pencil.

There was barely any light in her room, the gray from the sky washing over the space. She continued to expand the designs around the circle.

As she did so, her body acted on instinct while her mind was preoccupied. When she was talking with Akemi, she hadn't told her everything.

'4 years? What did he mean he was given full control in exchange for four years?' She thought.

She brought her hand down and she focused back onto the canvas, she had drawn up a female body.

The perfect, female body, with no flaws.