Twilight draped the cheap apartment complex like a weave that was pretty realistic, and almost looked like natural hair, but not quite, but that's not to say it didn't compliment the girl who was weavin' along.
Mami Tomoe, who had no weave, but who's 'do was righteous enough to be mistaken for one in the dark and in by a certain distance, was climbing along the rickety metal staircase to her room on the third floor. She slipped her key into the lock, and snapped the door open. It creaked as it slid wider. "I ought to fix that," mused Mami.
She sat her book bag against the wall, and kicked off her boots. She walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a box of tea bags from the cabinet. She put some water in the kettle and began to heat it on the stove.
Suddenly, the air around her pulsed. She grabbed the counter to balance herself. Suddenly pain began to rise and bubble throughout her. She rushed over to the sink, and arched her back into it. One of her hands gripping her waist and the other gripping the sink. Then she felt it. It slammed through her throat up and into her mouth.
"BLOARAOAOAROAIROASDOSAROAOOAOAOROOOOARGHARAOUSDFAASAAAAAHOASFUASDGASASFASDFASJDHGHFFCKJCMKXCAXSJABKSJDGAJSSDBGADHVAOUAOIDUGAOUUOAUOAUOAUOUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAUDFAISOFSUDAUAOUFIAOUOAFUAOUVOABLUUUUUUUAUUAUAUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAORGH"
Blackish-greenish fluid oozed out of her mouth like a magiccal endless fountain, with no end in sight. Her stomach ceased to be, replaced by a funnel of pain and agony and torment.
"BLOOAOAHRSABFHALSHNFACHXBCNMXVCZ,NJASKLHFDJGHCKHJSDHAJGHSDAFHLKHFKJZDHHAKFHALSHFALSAAAAAOUUOUAOAUOUAUOAUOUOEUOAUEOAUOEUAOEUN"
And suddenly, like a dam had been erected in her throat, the vomit ceased.
BUT SO DID HER BREATHING !
She scrambled into the sink and made sad sick hoarse breathing noises trying to force whatever it was out. She could feel the vomit bubbling and building behind the dam, but she couldn't force it out, until, something suddenly shifted. She felt whatever the dam was shift it's position in her throat, and vomit began to stream once more. The spew began to cease a little, and that's when something peculiar caught Mami's attention.
In the sink, there was a single hairball.
Mami's fists began to clench. She knew what she had to do. She thrust her hand into her throat, and grabbed the tuft of hair she suspected to be locked in her throat. She yanked, and could feel the small animal come out of her mouth. Her jaws began to dislodge, and she shut her eyes to drown away the pain.
Her jaws made a finally crackling snapping noise, and the animal oozed out. Mami tossed it into the sink, and nearly buckled right there, but she gathered her strength, do demand why the creature laying in the sink had been in her mouth "Kyuubey! What... are you doing?" She whispered hoarsely.
He lifted a leg, his head resting on his wrist, lounging in a position caricaturing that of a hedonistic greek god. He opened his mouth, and his suave voice droned out, "What do you think I'm doing here, Mami-chan?"
"Kyuubey... ...what... ...are you up to?"
Kyuubey thrust his pelvis outward, and winked seductively, "You're making a mistake, Mami-chan." He lifted his free hand to his face. "It's not Kyuubey you're talking to." He removed the mask, and licked his lips. "IT'S ME DIO."
And that's when Mami's legs finally gave out.