Disclaimer: I don't own Shiznat. I'm only kidnapping them for my own playful imagination. Don't sue.
For goodness sake if it's not your cup of tea, kindly close your eyes.
First Contact
"Crimson, do we have deal?" An uncertain voice can be heard from the receiver of a public payphone. The receiver which I held timidly with a tissue paper; flu season or not, I have to be careful.
"Yes, yes," I replied hurriedly. To be honest I just want to get over this asap. This would be my final job, hopefully, and I'll go off radar. "I snatch the girl, meet you at warehouse 8 by the docks and you give me the file. Simple."
A chuckle with an English accent can be heard booming from the booth. Seriously? Did this guy think I'm bloody making a joke?
He is still laughing after five seconds – a time frame wherein I could already kill the three people gawking at me outside the booth. I am not being paranoid. I know they are looking at ME. Who else would they be staring at? The smeared statue of a dead hero that can be clearly seen a couple of steps behind the booth? No, it must be the pauper who is slowly cruising his way towards an empty bench which is right beside my current cell? Or is it possible they find it odd that a lady wearing a red cocktail dress is using a payphone which has been labelled 'Out of Service'?
Yes, I think we have a winner.
I gently touched my right inner thigh to check Micron I, my newest acquired knife - do not ask how, for your own good. I am sure it's still there but feeling its cool metal relieves my instinct to commit a mass murder during New Year's Eve.
No, I am taking a new leaf. Next year would be different. Besides, torture is much more fun.
After recuperating from his own hysteria, the man stated, "She is the daughter of a diplomat. She will be highly guarded like his father. No make mistakes, Crimson, I'm not insulting you I'm..."
"Ara, ara, you are clearly insulting me Mr. Foss." I snapped. The thing I hate the most with clients is when they say how dangerous the target is. Without you knowing it, you'll hear a bunch of precautions for the mission from their evil mouths. As if they are concern for your welfare. I'm quite aware that they do such ridiculous measures to assure the success of my job. Irritatingly enough, as far as I know, their job is to give me the mission and I finish it. We are not a team to discuss or brainstorm. If that were to happen I wouldn't be surprised if someday a client would ask me the specifics on how to kill their spouses over a luncheon meeting.
Right.
Where exactly did I put my Glock 17? I have this increasing urge to put a bullet in the receiver to send a message: Shut up. But that won't do. This a business transaction - a very important one to be precise. No matter what happens I have to acquire that file - Bloody Englishman be damn.
Come to think of it. I could simply track down this phony man and steal – no, I meant acquire – the file myself without doing his dirty laundry. But then again who needs another enemy? Certainly not me – a new leaf, remember?
"I apologize, Crimson." He doesn't sound like it, but it will do... for now. "I would just like you to be familiarize with our...err...your target to facilitate..."
"Shoot. Tell me what you know." I quickly interrupted. I heard a mumbled of some sort, possibly a curse. Who cares?
"Natsuki Kuga, age 17. She is the only daughter of..."
"Anything useful? Perhaps her favorite color?" I snorted, an act which is inelegant I admit. But this guy really needs some serious brain power. Isn't he supposed to be a big syndicate guy from Ireland? With the way he manages his transaction I would think he is the errand boy and not the boss he is making himself to be.
I decided to give him some slack.
"Mr. Foss the name and a picture would suffice. I don't need her profile. Since you've given the name, I'll ask for her..."
This time I was the one interrupted by a sound coming inside the booth.
~Hello, hello baby. You called; I can't hear a thing...
"What the hell?" I thought out loud, as I look for the source.
~I have got no service in the club. You say, say...
"Oh that." Another set of laughter can be heard. "I forgot to mention about that."
I immediately grabbed the mobile phone attached behind the handset cradle before I hear another word from Beyonce or Lady Gaga.
"What the hell is the meaning of this?" I demanded. Today is not April's Fool Day and even if it is, I don't have the patience to tolerate him or his obscure jokes any longer.
"Calm down." A tinge of mirth is leaking from the other line. Honestly, I want to strangle someone right now. I am not choosy though I would prefer someone related to Mr. Foss or him.
"Give me a reason not to hunt you down." I replied rather coldly.
Silence. Good, I managed to send the message across.
That also made him struggle with words. I can't help but smile. "Don't be like that..." He stuttered. "The picture of Miss Kuga will be sent in that phone."
"What? You can't even produce a mere picture of the target?" The idea of waiting for a picture elevates my boiling point. "Don't tell me I have to get it myself?" I asked harshly.
"No – no – no, of course not... The picture will be sent together with her location. Both are being processed as we speak. You'll get it before midnight."
"I'm not the person to be messed with Mr. Foss. Keep that in mind." And before he could utter another word, I left the booth.
I glanced at the unsightly mobile phone and tossed it inside my pouch bag. A clunk was heard.
Ara, it seems my handgun has a new neighbor. I sincerely hope they get along.
Socializing is not my forte.
Killing and drinking tea, however, is on the top of my list.
Killing while drinking tea? That is doable. Chatting about anything under or above the sun with another human being is on my bottom list, under being nice to strangers.
Hey, don't look at me like that. With everything that I've done or about to do, even I am doubtful if I am a bona fide human at all.
If being human is the ability to do harm towards another for your own selfish reasons, then I guess I'm the perfect example. That or they need to revise its definition.
Even in accomplishing my jobs, missions, tasks, or whatever you want to call them – talking, chatting, communicating and/or other verbs you could think of – is unnecessary. I'm the kill now, and ask later type of human being. It is not crude, it is called being efficient. As the matter of fact, I have many, many satisfied human beings who can vouch for me though the chance of them saying it to you personally is one in a million or none at all.
Why? Simple. Killer and client confidentiality. Wait, it doesn't sound right. Let's try it again. How about...Gun-for-hire and client confidentiality? No? Seriously. People nowadays can be so picky. Fine. What do you say to agent and client confidentiality? Sounds good no? Of course it is. I thought of it. And before you get any idea...the answer is NO. I won't tell you what company I'm from and besides who are you to ask?
Anyway, I entered a club called Jin. Kudos to Jin – who, I assume, is the owner – for doing a fine job with the intricate design of his building, I could already see five viable exit points– a very important matter to consider for, well, everything. His choice for security is outstanding as well. All six of them appear pretty intimidating enough for a juvenile but to the elite, like me for example, they are merely ornaments or statues with bulky structures. One of the so called guards has his index finger on the trigger with the safety off while talking to a bystander.
Don't point that to me and I'll spare your life, buddy.
The setting of this club is perfect for me. Like someone has built this solely for my own enjoyment. Maybe this is what they call good karma? Right, as if.
"Miss, your invitation?" One of the ushers with moustache asked.
Moustache, I hate them. Unconsciously, my hand initiated the retrieval of my knife.
"I'm sure the lady could come in without it." A voice behind me said.
My hand gradually retreated to my waist. I turned around to greet the man with my demure face.
"Thank you Mister...?"
"Jin." He replied with a beaming smile that I couldn't help but squint my eyes. Seeing my reaction, he immediately held my right hand and gently kissed it.
I closed my eyes and chanted: Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts...
Or else there will be blood bath before I even enter the club.
The chant was an advice of my ex-therapist whom I decided to let go after daring to 'therapeutically retract my past' when I was asking her nicely – I was in a good mood – to give me my medical files. We were standing – technically I'm the only one upright, she was 'off ground' – on the thirty first floor of a hospital. She started sprouting, 'Let's talk about this.' When I loosen my hold onto her collar she pleaded, 'Please think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy Thoughts. Please!' which I did and guess what, all I saw was blood. Next thing I knew, I was grasping air.
Oh well.
I tried using the chant again with same results. Luckily, he moved his blonde head away from me before it met my knee. I was thinking of introducing them. Then again, I am here to have some fun before waiting for the target's inevitable future.
"Here's your mask, Mademoiselle." He smiled again. The man is averagely good looking although his stout stomach can use a help.
I raised an eyebrow which was not left unnoticed.
"Masquerade theme." He said simply while quickly attaching himself to my arm and guided me inside.
Happy thoughts... I started. No, I see blood. New leaf, new leaf, new leaf... I see darkness. Sigh.
I detached my arm from his hold and inspected the mask. The material used was high class; the design was very detailed with gems and beads; and the color was bloody red. Perfect. The mask even fits snugly to my face and from the way how Jin's breathing became erratic I could tell it looks great on me.
A smile crept to my face when I saw the inside. The ceiling seem endless with various trinkets, the seats are clearly both expensive and comfortable, the music is jazz at the moment which made my smile wider, and the people are quite few though they all appear to be from rich families. Aristocrats – more than perfect – for they are snob individuals who wouldn't throw themselves the moment they see you or me, for that matter.
My feet slowly guided me to the bar which clearly hosts the finest beverages you could think of. Jin even boasted that even the heaven's premium wouldn't compare. I haven't had the chance to taste the latter – not in this life anyway – but who am I to resist a sip of something better than heaven?
Before I could sit on the stool near the bartender, someone tugged my arm. Instinctively I yanked my arm and my elbow connected heavily to a bony structure.
"Awww..."
The source of the yelping cry was Jin.
Oops.
As I intend to stay inside the bar I decided to say something appropriate, "What the hell?"
Okay, not so appropriate.
But the guy was terribly mad in the head because he said, "No, no, it was entirely my fault, Mademoiselle." Then he motioned some code with his left hand while his right was securely steadied on his broken nose. Someone immediately handed him a cloth and another was yelling at his walkie-talkie, must be calling for a doctor.
"I will be right back, Miss...?"
I stared at him. I must have hit his nose and head. My gaze roamed around to see if he was talking to anyone than me. When my eyes rested on him again, I saw him looking expectantly at me.
Cripes.
"Mademoiselle?" He tried again.
"Pumpkin." I said briefly and walked away – far away – from him.
Fortunately, I did not see nor hear anyone approaching me. The night is still young and all I want is to enjoy it. But as I sat on an empty stool I heard a giggle on my right. I did not acknowledge it and instead ordered to the bartender my usual.
"Jasmine tea and a bottle of pure vodka."
Thunderous laughter erupted from the position where the giggle was heard which I ignored.
New leaf, new leaf, new leaf. I chanted
It didn't work so I said to the bartender, "Ara, ara, I was not aware I made a joke."
The bartender merely smiled in response and proceeded to the back to get my order. Once the bartender was gone I thought I could have some kind of peace.
I couldn't be more wrong when I heard a mocking, "Ara, ara, are you really drinking tea and vodka together?"
This time I granted the perpetuator of my peace an audience. I faced the person in question and was mystified by what I saw. From the way how her eyes dilated, I assume she was taken aback as well. I am not certain if we have the same reason but – oh wow – she is stunning.
I managed to tear away my gaze from those feral emerald eyes framed clearly by a white colored mask.
Focus. Now is not the time to be fooling around. I berated myself.
"So..." A husky voice caught my ears. I didn't have to look, I know it's her. "What is your name?"
"Pumpkin."
"So you said to the owner of the club. But really, what is your name?"
"Who needs to know?" I asked, still not facing the persistent clubber.
"Apple. Call me Green Apple." A hand was extended in front of me and I absently took it then retracted it almost immediately.
Weird. I felt warmth in the split second we connected.
"I sincerely doubt that is your name." I smirked.
"Likewise, don't tell me a person with beauty such as yours is truly named Pumpkin?" Another giggle came from her. "That would be such a waste."
"..."
"So..." She started again. Her persistence was commendable. If it wasn't for the fact I wanted to taste my ordered beverage I would have left minutes ago. "What do you in your spare time, Pumpkin?" She slowly lifted her stool and placed it closely from mine. I could smell all sorts of liquor from her breath but the latest would be tequila, based from what I can smell and see on her delicate hand – a bottle of tequila, not a glass, to be precise.
She is obviously drunk and apparently interested with my spare time.
Where the hell is my drink?
"Pumpkin...?" From husky her tone became flirty. "What do you do in your..." She sneakily caressed my right arm and slowly blew in my ear. "...Spare time?" Never mind flirty. Now it is full blown seductive. I involuntarily shivered and caught my breath when she licked my ear.
Fuck.
I faced her instantly and yanked her hands away from me.
'Do not start or else I'll ravish you.' My eyes said in warning.
'I dare you.' Her eyes seemingly replied back.
She started to move forward again. Her right hand left the bottle of Tequila completely to crawl towards my knee. I caught it before it made contact.
"I watch CNN while drinking tea. Happy?" I blurted out.
A blank face was her response.
Great, she forgot her own question.
She must have made sense of just what happened for she suddenly removed herself away from me and said, "Crap. I'm sorry!"
Remind me later that tequila can make people Schizophrenic.
"Ara, ara, I'm the one who ought to ask you. Should you be drinking after that?" I nodded my head in the direction of her emptied bottles. The amount of alcohol she consumed could have knocked off a decently sized man hours ago. But here she is, flirting with me.
I can't help but laugh.
In return for my innocent observation, I saw her blush.
Wow. Such a delightful sight was my second innocent observation.
A perfect specimen has presented itself. It will be such a pity to disregard this I tell to myself. Besides, I am here to waste time while waiting for the damn picture. I briefly touched my bag to check if both items are still there. It would be chaotic if not.
Favorite handgun, check. Hideous mobile phone, check.
After my momentarily lapse, I faced my latest subject who is surprisingly still blushing.
Ara, ara, did she drink too much or is she seriously blushing because of me?
Why don't I test then? I smiled deviously while slowly placing my hand on her smooth cheek. Smooth and soft as silk.
Shocked by the sudden contact at first she flinched, and then she gradually leaned her head towards my hand.
And purred.
Fuck.
I gently lifted her head so she could see my eyes clearly. "You're going to be in trouble if you keep on doing that." I told her seriously.
She stopped purring as she looked at me intently. "That?"
My eyes were casted downwards and coincidentally, the hand caressing her cheek followed.
This is getting out of hand. Someone or something is vaguely telling me not to continue. My inner soul? Guardian angel? Conscience?
I honestly doubt I have any of those – not anymore. So I decided to give this Green Apple woman a chance to get away. I stood up and sat a few stools away from her. Surely this would give her a clue to back off.
Soothing jazz music changed into ballad. My fondness of this bar is escalating by the minute. Loud bass irritates me to no end. Either silence or light vibes would do. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ambiance.
"Mmm..."
Not again.
"Miss Pumpkin?"
I sighed as I slowly opened my eyes to see the same emerald eyes looking at me but this time it seems hesitant.
"What is it Miss Apple?"
She moved closer to my seat though she left a space between us. Good. Safe distance.
The woman inches away from me is not entirely sober due to the fact that she staggers every now and then. I find this highly amusing. I laughed softly. Then I took the chance to quickly scan her fully.
I managed to swallow with difficulty.
The word stunning is not enough to describe her apparently. I only noticed her emerald eyes and silky skin. I failed to appreciate her shiny blue hair. Yes, dark blue. I blinked wildly and even pinched myself but the color is still the same. A blunette. Wow. Also the dim lighting of the place failed to illustrate completely her absolutely luscious lips. I licked my drying lips after seeing hers. I checked her ass and bosom – both are without a doubt, mouth-watering. My lips became dry again. Her face and body was covered by earthly things if I remove them... I wonder what heavenly gifts will I discover?
Ara, ara...
It was odd that I was able to notice only her eyes and forgot to analyze the rest. Was I bored? No. Busy? Absolutely not. What is it? What is it? My theory is I was lured by those eyes that everything else was a blur. I was drawn to her without my knowledge. I was trapped.
This is not funny. The last time I was this drawn was with her.
"Sakura..." I called silently.
"What?" A puzzled face brought me back to reality.
"Nothing." I said weakly.
"Okay." Her eyes were curious for a moment then became indifferent. Good for her. There's no way I'm going to discuss anything about her with her.
When I did not reply for a few seconds, she asked, "Did you know..." The shallow shot glass adjacent to her bottle was being filled with tequila by the inquirer. "It's my birthday in a couple of hours." She followed this statement by drinking voraciously straight from the bottle. I could only look at her as she completely ignored the shot glass, full and undisturbed; while she continued draining the bottle as if it was water.
Not again.
"Advance happy tequila day then." I managed to say.
"That's the thing, Miss Pumpkin." She emptied the bottle with a large swig. "It's my freaking birthday and I'm..." Without so much of a force, she put down the void bottle and stared at me. "I'm alone!"
Huh?
I simply stared at her. She looks totally dejected. I hate this. Every time I see this kind of face, I either walk away or raise my gun. Normally, the latter works by draining all color and changing it to a scared, 'please have mercy' face.
When I did reply nor move from my sit, she swiftly lifted the shot glass and emptied it.
If there's an escape pod somewhere. I seriously need it right now. I admit I can be inhuman ordinarily but I wouldn't dare kill a drunk and lonesome girl on the day of her birthday. Plus, it's my free time.
Give me a break.
"Miss Pumpkin, can I ask for a favor?" Her seductive voice is back. I highly suspect that her intoxicated mind is up to no good.
"It depends." I shrugged.
"On what?"
"On how persuasive you can be." I elegantly stood up and without turning my head I said, "I'll see you in a few, Miss Apple."
Even I wondered why I said that. Teasing should not be done unless it is necessary. And the current situation clearly does not call for it – or any attention for that matter – but somehow I manage to do so in such a short span.
Ara... I'll decide later if I'll come back and play with her.
'This new leaf is quite eerie.' I thought to myself as I entered the ladies lavatory.
Hmm... I observed the pristine walls of the said facility. Impressive. Truly a high-class club. Perhaps I should sincerely apologize and thank Jin the next time I see him? Though, to be honest, I wouldn't mind not seeing him, ever.
Then again, now that I think about it...I can't recall his face or any physical feature of his. All I could remember were his bloody face and screwed nose.
Oh well...
"How are you, Madam?" A fairly attractive blonde woman in her late twenties wearing an immaculate garb asked. She is standing at the center of the room and behind her are soaps, lotions, towels and other toiletries.
Ara... I have seen a lot of lavatories during my numerous travels. Nevertheless, this is the first time I have seen a personal concierge in the lavatory - a club lavatory, no less. This Jin person must have hit his head prior to our meeting. Everything here is bizarre.
Tsk...tsk...Clearly he is not right in the head.
Seeing as the concierge is waiting for me to react, I casually produced a roll of hundred dollars from the side pocket of my pouch bag, which I did not bother to count, and just tossed it towards the woman. She caught it mid-air.
Before I could clap or make a jest out of her winner catch she immediately started removing her garments in front of me. Again. In front. Of. Me. I was utterly caught off guard.
"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded.
But the woman, whom I initially thought as a mere helper, dismissed my question and continued divesting her clothes until she was nude.
Wow.
I stealthily inhaled deeply to hide my surprise. You see, in my kind of work I can practically have anything or anyone. But also due to this kind of work, there are certain luxuries I cannot attain. For example, sleeping soundly at night or day, walking carelessly on broad daylight, having healthy relationships and getting laid. Yes, sadly sex is included. It is a physical need which should be regularly satisfied under normal circumstances. But then again, because of my kind of work, I need to very cautious. I don't need anyone stabbing me at the back while I'm at the verge of climax, nor do I want to suffer asphyxia with my own undergarments, subsequent to an earthly act in which my defences might temporarily decrease.
No, thank you very much.
Hmm...How long has it been? Three months? No. Considering I haven't actively participated in the said act since her, I'd say three years. Yes. Three whole years.
Now who said I was bitchy lately?
Anyway, back to my current situation.
"Madam, where do you want me to be?"
Ara, where exactly do I want her to be? I pondered quite a bit while I take pleasure in this fine scenery. Her curves are all well-refined. Not par to a certain drunk woman from the bar but it will do...
However, before I could even think of a definite answer, someone replied for me, "Outside, now!"
The startled stark blonde and I glanced immediately at the source of the snarling voice. Who in the hell...Then I saw emerald eyes.
Fuck.
"What are you doing here, Miss Apple?" I asked with a pint of hostility. "Did I not say I'll see you later?"
The woman in question did not even give me a glimpse. She was intently staring at the blonde like a mark to be chopped into little pieces and be burned thoroughly afterwards. Both of her hands were at her side, formed into a tight fist, seemingly white and devoid of color as the time went by.
"I said, out! Did you not hear me, you slut?" She shouted.
For a moment there I thought I could hear static noise in the background. Then I realized that the poor blonde must have been scared to death. I looked at her terrified face and stiffen body. Such a waste. Really. Such a waste.
"Go." I simply said.
Somehow this broke the eerie atmosphere which also freed the blonde from her shock. After recovering momentarily she hurriedly exited the room, leaving me with the drunk, lonesome and now, pissed off and possibly crazy, birthday girl.
Great.
"Ara...You made my toy leave." I said to break another chink of ice forming in the room. I looked at her and saw that she's staring at the door, like she is waiting for the blonde to dare and come back.
"Hey, are you alright?" I surreptitiously traversed the short distance between us.
Wrong move. Because the next thing I felt was my back hitting the marble wall while soft lips ravaged my naked neck. Her left knee violently pushed between my legs while she steadies herself with her right on the wall. And before I knew it, both of my hands were held by her right hand while the left was busy pulling my dress up.
Damn. She is fast.
If it was her then I would voluntarily surrender myself to this...passion. But no it's not her. So before it got out of hand I started to protest by saying, "St...op."
Okay...not so much of a fight there. But this Apple woman is starting to grind her knee and I can't lie to myself that I'm feeling relatively aroused. My slowly drenching center can attest to that.
I tried once more. "Stop."
The grinding did not cease. It was quite the opposite, it became faster. My hands' movement were still restricted by her hand. I know I can move it if I wanted to. I am a person who can easily dismember a man twice or thrice my size but at this very moment I'm helpless. I was considerably weak especially when I felt her hot breath in my right ear. "Stop?" She inquired naughtily as she nibbled my ear lobe with those perfect teeth. And damn, her hand who failed to pull my dress, focused to massage my breast.
I could feel her grin when she heard me gasped as she gently entered her pliable tongue into my ear. Damn. I almost moan. But I resisted. I cannot let this continue I keep on telling myself. No. But damn, she's making me extremely hot in every capacity.
She must have seen me bit my lips to prevent any sound from escaping. She chuckled seductively. Her soft, pliable and oh-so-hot tongue began leaving a wet trail from my ear to the base of my neck wherein she found my pulse point. At first she placed gently kisses around it while massaging with her tongue, then without warning she sucked it hard.
Fuck.
"Sto..p..." I said in between struggled breaths. It's been too long...Crap, far too long and I was not aware my defences can be this frail. All I could do was close my eyes.
Then her attacks came to a stop. Even when said I wanted her to stop, somewhere in me – I know – I desperately wanted for her to continue. I kept my eyes closed to collect my scattered thoughts.
This feeling...No, it shouldn't feel right because it is not her but during those few minutes I forgotten about her. I cringed. No, this is not right. This is not right. I can't. I won't. I'll never forget about her.
The bluenette must have sensed my internal dispute because she softly cupped my face and asked with a concern tone, "What's wrong?"
What's wrong? Indeed, what is wrong?
"Tell me." She inquired with her lovely voice.
What is there to tell?
"Please open your eyes. Look at me. Please." She requested, almost pleadingly.
I internally debated on what to do. I was afraid that if I open my eyes I will not see desire in those eyes but...love. That four-letter word I am frightened to hear, see and most especially, feel.
Today or even during ordinary days, feelings described as loathe, disgust, fear, sadness, and other dreadful emotions a human being could muster, I could bear. But love? No, anything but love. Please. Anything but love. Somehow it always reminded me of...Her and my past.
These feelings are not necessary. It should be expendable, disposable, and forgettable. Nonetheless, here I am remembering and feeling it all over again.
Never again. Never again.
Still I can feel her caress, touching even my soul. Memories of her lingers, embedded deep within my core. And her deep blue eyes, leaving me breathless every single time. Every. Single. Time.
Damn these feelings. Damn this love. Damn you drunk, lonesome, now hot and bothered, and certifiably crazy, birthday girl for making me feel this way.
The turmoil in me ceased when I sensed her mouth hovering over mine. That's when I opened my eyes and saw it.
Fuck.
Never again I said. Then why does my heart sings a different tune? Why am I overly aware of her hand hugging me close? Why did I think that our body fits like a solved puzzle? Why?
Slowly, ever so slowly, she secures the distance between our lips. Her eyes are begging me to respond, and to feel the same way.
Never again.
I turned my head before her mouth latched completely onto mine.
A loud groan can be heard followed by a throaty curse. One is free to guess who did the groaning and/or the cursing...
"We...I...cannot do this." I lamely said.
"Why not?"
"I can't..." My next words were cut short by a soft index finger.
"Hush...my Pumpkin..."
She called me MY Pumpkin. Her Pumpkin? Me? I honestly believe that my heart involuntarily did a somersault after hearing those words.
She continued, "You can do anything to me."
Ara?
My crimson eyes tried to communicate with her emeralds, beseeching for her to understand. To stay away till she can, and while the lock of the cell which held my true, feral self is still intact.
Unfortunately or fortunately for me, I'm not sure, she didn't get it or she simply ignored my silent plea for she said, "Do not worry. You can hurt me."
Ara... I heard a deep roar behind the cell.
No, don't say anything. You are only unlocking the monster within me. No. Please.
The presence of another left and for a moment I was relieved. Extremely. But when I saw an expensive looking black dress - which incidentally hugged the body of a particular emerald woman I know just a moment ago - flying towards the sink I mentally shivered. I fixed my gaze on the ground.
No. No. No.
A pair of sexy black lingerie was thrown in my field of vision.
Fuck. The lock is coming undone like her clothes.
"Hey...Look at me." I didn't dare move nor breathe after hearing her sultry voice.
Then I heard the sound of her high heels meeting the floor, bit by bit she navigated the space between us. I swear I could sense her sexy sways even I'm not looking. That's how overly stimulated...err...aware I am of her presence.
Damn you again.
"Hey..." She tried again. I didn't respond again. This situation is very unsettling. I can end it either by puncturing her superior vena cava or slashing her carotid artery. Also I can shoot her point blank in the head or put a hole on both sides of her lungs. But I can't.
Damn. After this ordeal, I mentally noted, I will make sure to slice a dozen innocent clubbers and cause a massive food/drink poisoning incident in this freaking club. I won't calm down until I vent it out.
A gently caress directed my inner conversation to the present. "Hey, look at me."
When I still didn't move my head, she cupped my face with both hands and slowly lifted it upwards. I could only gasp in response.
Let's have a cephalocaudal inspection shall we?
As I said, her silky long hair has the most unusual color of the ocean. Her eyes are enticingly rich in emerald hue. Ara, she removed her mask. I can now see the exact definition of beauty. Her little nose and ears are just perfect, I cannot wait to take a bite. Ara. Those luscious red lips are just begging for me to nibble them.
I looked further down. Ara, she's nude. This is what a goddess would look like if she was to undress, I bet. Her yummy looking neck, I'll be sure to taste every inch of it later. I noted her well sculpted shoulders and arms, I intend to embrace myself with those finely structures soon. Her breast. Damn. I can't help but take a gulp of air. Just by looking I know it is soft and tender to touch, and I am ninety-nine percent sure that those tasty treats would snugly fit in my hands. The said extremity twitched slightly after my admission. I bit my lips. Her nipples are pinkish and taut. I'd kill the president - any president, you name it - just to take a piece of those...Ara, it stiffen even further under my gaze. Tasty. I licked my dry lips.
That's when I saw her blush.
Ara, Ara...Is it because I licked my lips? Let's test that theory shall we?
Hmm... I stared into her eyes then slowly – oh, very slowly – stuck out my tongue to wet my drying lips, dragging it to almost a minute.
"Agh!"
Did she just gasp?
And wow, what interesting color do we have here? Now, now, now, what should I do to hear her moan?
"Ww-hy don't you...come here and tt-ouch?"
And she stutters!
Who am I to say no to that?
My feet dragged me on her side. Gently I touched her clavicle. She shuddered in response.
"Easy darling..." I whispered to her cute little ears. "I'm not even starting...yet."
"Ah!" Was her response when I cupped her ample bosom. I felt an electrifying surge to succumb myself to this pleasure at this very moment with this stranger whom I don't even know.
Her name? What is her name? I have this burning desire to know.
"What's your name, darling?" I placed my face in between the valley of this mysterious mountain. This mountain I fully intend to know really well.
I inhaled deeply and she struggled for breath, again. "Your name..." My hands found its way to her perfectly curve back which shivers instinctively. "...Darling?"
"Aa-pple."
I smiled despite her lie. "So you want me to..." My face gradually slid down to her flat stomach and I kissed the quivering navel. "Torture you?"
"Green...A—pple...e." Then I sucked her navel. "Ah!"
"Change your mind?" I teased.
"Aghh...Pleasee..." On its own volition, my hands fumbled her ass. "Please!"
"Tell. Me." I annunciate carefully as I leisurely bend on my knees to meet her burning desire. "Your. Name."
"Aaa—"
I sniffed her scent eagerly. No, I need to smell her more. Therefore I decided to poke my nose on her most private and now – very wet – part. Her smell is intoxicating.
'I can get used to this.' I thought to myself.
"Mind telling your name now?" I mumbled while my face is still buried to her core. I sense a thick liquid leaking from her opening and instinctively I licked it.
"Shit!" said the stranger.
I yelped when suddenly two strong hands pulled me upwards to face a set of lustful emerald eyes.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" I asked innocently. Afterwards, I licked the side of my mouth wherein some of her essence was trapped. "Tasty."
This caught her off guard and I saw her mouth hanging wide open.
I chuckled. "You really are a fine specimen..." I took a step closer and touched her temple.
There it is again – warm and connection. I feel warm. Me. A person who slaughters before she sleeps. Me. A person who lies without blinking an eye. Me. A person who can sacrifice others for her own good. Me. A person who doesn't feel anything – anything...until now. This warm sensation feels so unreal and...foreign.
I never imagine to feel again.
"Hey," I whispered tenderly. "Tell me your name."
A pair of emerald eyes widen, probably not because of my question but how I asked it. Even I would be surprise because every word trickled with care. I closed my eyes. Yes, aside from feeling warm now I care.
What the hell is wrong with me?
The other person recovered from her own shock, she hurriedly embraced me tight. So tight that I cannot help but take another gulp of air.
"Shit." She said again.
Amen to that.
"Take me." She demanded as she nibbles my ear lobes. I could feel the rise and fall of her chest. The sweat coming from every corner of her body was sweet and salty. Intoxicating. Every part of her is intoxicating. Drawing me, luring me, and connecting me – ME – to her soul.
Is this what it feels like to connect? It has been too long since I had a connection that the mere word baffles me. Feeling it is entirely a different matter.
Without hesitation I plunged two fingers to her opening. All I hear is her cry. All I can feel is her presence. Now, as I entered her slowly I felt an altogether different emotion coming forth.
Hot. So incredibly hot. Sizzling. Scorching. Hot.
"Plea..see..." She begged.
Does she even know what she asks for? Does she even know who I am? Does really wants this?
Ara...Ara...When did I care of what others want? Yes. I am becoming...human?
"Please!" She pleads in between pants. I reciprocate by pushing and pulling my fingers back and forth in a delicate phase. She's tight. Incredibly tight as if she's a...
A realization came to mind. This girl...this girl is...
But before I could process further she began rocking to meet my thrusts.
"Faster."
And so I did.
"Faasstterr..."
My thrusts gradually increased its phase and turned my head to see her face – mouth wide open while eyes are shut close. Lovely. Her hands on my back held me tight that her nails were burrowed into my skin that I can feel it beneath my dress.
I continued accommodating her scorching core while I busied my mouth with another of her scrumptious piece – her neck. My other hand is preoccupied too, trying its best to hold both of us upright in our heated session.
"Ugh...Than..." She mumbled. I paid no mind and carried on with my attack.
"Thank you..." She tried again.
"You don't have to be modest my darling. You're also doing me a favor." I said. But in my mind I said: 'I am the one who should be thanking you, darling. For letting me be connected once again. Me! I cannot but take notice of the irony of it. Of all people...I was blessed with another to be connected again. Thank YOU.'
"No," She attempted to get her sentence across. "Thank you – oohhh! – for...fulfilling my goal..."
Goal?
"...to finally become free. To finally become a woman...on..." She continued to pant.
I blinked.
"—my birthday."
I blinked again. Twice. No, make that thrice.
"How old are you?" Despite everything that is happening between us right now. I can't help myself to inquire a vital question. "How old are you?" I asked again when she only responded with a moan.
Yes, she already moaned several times. I take pride on that but this is not the time to gloat. I don't care. For something is bugging me. Something is telling me. What the hell is this something?
I lifted my head from her now marked clavicle to ask again, "How old are you?"
"Seventeen." She simply replied. "Turning eighteen after midnight...Why?"
Now that is a question.
"You are a child!" I exclaimed. Then I saw confusion in her eyes.
Dammit! Everything else is falling into pieces. I see what is really going on. She's a minor who managed to get in a prestigious club to celebrate her birthday. And according to her, her birthday wish is to become free and be a woman. Dammit! She's really a virgin! She is using me to get what she wants. She only became interested with me because I was conveniently near. A realization struck me. She is willing to fuck anyone. Anyone.
'And now she's thanking you.' My inner self snickered.
That's when I felt the breeze forming inside me. There's no warmth. Her warmth is fake and induced only by alcohol. There's no connection. The bridge is now officially broken...It was never there to begin with. There's no love. Everything I saw and felt in her eyes...Not real. Fake. An illusion.
Ara...was I that lonely for me to create a fiction? And was I that gullible to be fooled by a mere child?
'Fooled! I've been fooled!' I cringed at my own admission.
All I feel now is anger and the need for revenge.
'I've been toyed with by a child and the worst thing...I fell hopelessly.'
"You almost got me fooled, child." I stated, with a seething fury tone.
The said child was startled. "What?"
'Hah! Try again child. I was fooled once but I'm not going to be fooled again,' was the instant reply in mind.
The desire to exact revenge multiplied. The fuel to produce fire flowed viciously. The monster within me did not only got out of cell, it evolved to something more frightening. And I can't contain it any longer.
Without a warning I bit her ear lobes as I progressively increase the phase and strength of my thrust. She could only wince and moan in response.
"Tell me your name." I demanded harshly.
"Aa—pple." She muttered.
"Cut the bull shit, child." I demanded once again. This earned me a widen look but I reciprocated it by placing pressure on her throbbing nub using my thumb. The action made her eyes shut tight and she moaned deeply.
"I asked for your name, brat!" I shouted. Her core is starting to seep with thick, musky juices.
"Agh!"
I can tell she's already close the way her inner walls contract, the way it squeeze, and the heat coming from it – almost burning my digits.
Just one more contact to her swollen clitoris I know I could hear her scream for her life. But I wouldn't do that. No. Not yet. Until I serve my revenge. Until she tells me her name...
Why do I even bother knowing her name?
'To make her life miserable and anyone she knows and loves to suffer.' I reasoned out.
Why?
"Tell me your name!" I demanded again. This time I entered another finger which earned me another gasp. I can feel her core tearing but I continued my relentless attack. I do not care if she gets hurt; she said it's okay to hurt her. She said it's okay to touch her. I'm doing and fulfilling her wish and more.
"Your name!" I asked again and at the same time I lingered my thumb once again on to her clitoris. But just so lightly as to warn her of the inevitable fate unless she tells me what I demand. She tried to make contact by rocking forward but I stilled her movements with my other hand on her hips. She whined. I know I am holding her on the edge. Just a tiny contact and she'll explode.
"Tell me your name!"
~Hello, hello baby. You called; I can't hear a thing...
What the hell?
Then I remembered my job. Damn, I have to finish this.
"Sorry brat but it looks like your goal will only be half fulfilled." I deviously remark.
~I have got no service in the club. You say, say...
The image before me was like a fish out of the water. I can read a big 'no' from her eyes. She needs it. But I won't. Revenge could wait. A job is a job. I'm a professional after all.
~Wha-Wha-What did you say...Are you breakin' up on me...
When she realized I'm seriously leaving her on the edge of her climax. She immediately released me from the hug and took the matter in her own hands – literally. I was stunned by her action that I could only stare at this young woman pleasure herself while rocking herself to and fro my hands.
~Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy...
"Ah! Ah! Aa—hhh...!"
~K-kinda busy, K-kinda busy...
"Apple, stop!" I am beyond gobsmack with the events unfolding before my very eyes. I tried removing my hand but she immediately grasped it.
~Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy...
This girl can definitely multitask and without a doubt, hard-headed. I would applauded her actions but I'm angry at her and she could possibly ruin my job.
"My name...is..." She almost choked with her own words.
~Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy...
Dammit! It's either I stab her or help her finish before I could answer the damn phone! Seeing it would take a second to accomplish, I chose the latter. And by just curling my digits to touch that sensuous spot she came hard, with an answer to my previous question...
She screamed hoarsely, "Na—tsu—ki...Kuga!" And with her admission I could hear people shouting 'Happy New Year!' outside the lavatory.
'...'
~Just a second, it's my favorite song they're gonna play...
'...'
Then she passed out.
~And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh...
Fuck...!
~You shoulda made some plans with me, You knew that I was free...
Fuck...!
~And now you won't stop calling me, I'm kinda busy...
Fuck...!
~Stop callin', stop callin'! I don't wanna think anymore...
Fuck.
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The End(?)
Is it really the 'The End?'
Who knows.
Maybe.
It depends...
Tell me...what you think ;)
FYI: The song is entitled Telephone by Lady Gaga and Beyonce.