[PS] Museum/Library

[Android-18]

Although she favored winter to be a more beautiful season for one?s birthday, she had to agree with her conscience on the fact that it was too cold. Summer was too hot, but fall and spring were equally good choices. It wasn?t right to not have a birthday, she needed one. Anyway, she was only part android. She was as much a human as anyone.

She paused in front of a shop window. These silly events liked to hold stores so as to make money off the entering combatants. However, it was not the merchandise she was looking at. The glass window so beautifully reflected her frame, and golden gleaming lochs. Etched so nicely into the glass, it was the fairest of all beauties. Yes, she was full of herself. It was then that she posed ever so slightly. She made a few little turns, and gave a flip of her hair. It wouldn?t hurt to admire ones image for a few moments, would it?

Her feet padded against the cold floor, not that she could feel it, it just looked cold. Cocky brutes entered the bar, and buffed fighters disappeared into the living quarters with women. She didn?t think much on it, instead, she contemplated flavors of cake.

The telltale sight of long glorious hair had her turn her head slowly. The archway that led to the museum had her staring. It gave way to the most intriguing poster of Raditzu. Did he always look so?full of himself? She stood up to the life-sized poster, entering the cool and quiet section of the base. He had won last year, otherwise this wouldn?t be here. She stared at the thing as if it were some complex puzzle, contemplating that stupid grin and upturned thumb. She crossed her arms against her chest, and furrowed her brows.

It took her a moment to tear her eyes away from his, they were lifeless. It was just a poster, and nothing more. Her footsteps echoed softly in the hall. It opened up, and before her was set the history of Dante?s Abyss. Her gentle fingers touched against the glass of one case, within sat a disassembled gun. It was an old make, from one of the first tournaments. Little blurbs of information were written upon slips of paper. As fucked up as she may have become, the android did not forget the fact that she had been in more than one of these games. She could feel her lips contorting at the whole display.

What about the cold empire? What about the cruel end of the first Dante?s Abyss she had been part of? Where were the stories of those who were lost and forgotten? A fist shook, and anger sparked in the pit of her stomach. It had been a long time since she had felt so stirred. It was simple facts, these greedy money makers only displayed the candies that grubby warriors wanted to see. Oh the wonders of a pitted war. Forget the true intentions.

Before she could destroy the case before her with a devastating punch, her eyes lost their light and she walked away like a disembodied soul. One thing was true, as she stopped at one of the last lit exhibits. It was like a Raditzu fan booth. Of course it made sense, he had been a winner. Within the glass she could see video clips of his performance, and the weapons he had used. It had a shoddy information blurb, and his 'known affiliates'. She had no name, simply a blonde girl. Her hand pressed against the glass, and it slowly slid downward in pathetic passion.

Her body pressed against the glass, her cheek touched the frigid surface. Her whole body ached against the barrier. Her breath appeared against the clear exterior. Her parted lips exhaled and inhaled, and with a shaking finger she scrawled a heart into the receding wetness that was her breath on the case. She slid with her palms flat against it, making a squeaking sound in the emptiness. Her bottom hit the possibly dirty floor, and she curled against the foundation of The Raditzu shrine.

?I have a birthday, I hope you?ll come.? She said and closed her eyes.