Take on me
"Dadadadadadadada..." I sing to myself as I sprawl on my bed, occasionally tapping the screen of my iPhone, watching the little coin graphics falling onto the one armed bandit style machine, before tumbling onto the tray below, landing on their faces and pushing the rest of the coins over the edge, cascading over the tiny heart with a soft chink. My favourite song, Take on me, by Aha, is playing in the background, and as it's the first time I've been able to get hold of it and I'm home alone, I'm giving the song my all, singing my heart out and inwardly wincing at my failiure on the high notes.
Finally running out of coins, I go back to the Top page and skim my new Special Stories, only having won a few, but they're all my favourite characters, Miyabi, Ota Kisaki, Takuto, and my newest win, Chiaki, who I know a lot about after purchasing his game seperately last year. A pinging sound from downstairs alerts me to the fact my dinner is ready, and I leap up, heading down, adding sauce and a sprinkle of shredded cheese to my fried, or more accurately, microwaved, eggs.
As I push my door open, enjoying my dinner, the fork drops from my fingers, and I stare open-mouthed at my iPhone, which seems to be jolting, thrown first to one side, then the other. I run over, not daring to touch it, just staring at the screen, and see two fox ears twitch as slender hands push at the side of my screen, determined eyes suddenly locking on mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body, my heart beginning to pound. "Ngh... let... me... out!" His voice becomes crystal clear, soft and seductive even in anger, and I realise with deep shock that it's no longer coming from the device before me. As the song behind the game re-tunes to my ears, I hear the part where Morten Harket is breaking out of the comic, throwing himself against the walls to try and get free, and in disbelief I look up, seeing all 6ft of Miyabi pounding against the doorway of my bedroom, his tail lashing, pastel colours blurring between real skin and flowing locks of hair, until finally, soaked in perspiration, just like the video, he becomes solid. Soft lightly tanned skin, perked furry vulpine ears, and long glossy hair spilling over his shoulders, the fox demon gives me a naughty smile, and only now, I register that my entire body is shaking, minutes before the vision overwhelms me, and I pass out.