Hey there. This is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoy it… The inspiration for this was the song "Rotten Girl, Grotesque Romance" sung by Miku Hatsune.
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There she sat.
Out she stared.
She sat still as she stared out and down.
Out the window and down to the ground.
A slow, creeping smile, quietly spreading across her face.
Yes.
This was him.
Her.
Love.
And, though she had never talked to him, she knew her loved her.
Would love her.
And ONLY her.
With a light sigh she leaned forward and kissed the window.
"You're mine, alone…."
The man looked around him. There was no one in the surrounding area, so why did he get the feeling her was being watched…?
Because you are…
The thought made his skin crawl.
No way.
He just moved here so there was no way…
He wasn't being watched. He was just paranoid…right?
He shook his head and let out an uneasy laugh, then started up the stairs to his waiting apartment.
click!
click!
click!
Pictures. She loved taking pictures of him.
click!
How many…? How many could she take before it was enough? How many? Dozens? Hundreds? Thousands?
Did it even matter?
They were all beautiful.
Each one better than the last.
Each one had a special place on her wall.
An insane little giggle erupted from her soft pink lips.
click! click!
"Ohh, yesssss," she hissed.
Then, quickly, she was printing.
Printing her beloved pictures and planting a kiss on each one.
Oh, how she loved him…
A deep frown set into his young face. Now where had his brush gotten to?
As he nervously combed his fingers through his thick blue hair, he glanced around one last time.
How could he have lost it…?
Slowly, he got dressed.
He sure was misplacing things quite a bit these days…
His brush, his cologne, his coffee mug…
He allowed an exasperated sigh escape him.
Oh well…
Another sigh passed his lips and he stalked out of his door. He did NOT want to go to work this morning.
Eyes glassy.
She watched the steam rise from her new mug. The one he had given her.
More or less given her…
She pressed her lips to every inch of the mug. Surly this way she would press her lips to a spot his once touched.
3 times.
She repeated this 3 times.
3 kisses.
Yes.
An indirect kisses…
For her, and her alone…
