Code: 556 - KOKORO

In the warm, bright, flower decorated glasshouse, there is a cactus.

Living in the sandy soil, living in a cold glass cover, the cactus is distant from all other plants. He rejects any excess water, rejects any excess color. With those thorns standing, he lives like a proud child.

The empty glasshouse is my own territory.

The lonely cactus is my own belongings.

Today, I hide in this undisturbed little world again, leafing the pages. Everywhere touched by my fingertips and eyesight, there are taboos.

Was there anyone like me in the world before? -Under the shade of plants, acquiring absurd knowledge, tasting a wrong taste. If there was, what kind of tree did she hide under? Was she the same as me, understood and confessed with herself in the face of a cold tropical plant?

I changed. Just like her, changed completely. At this moment, I breath like the first human born between heaven and hell.

Putting my palm on the glass cover, I left a lip print on the icy inorganic intercalation. Hard.

The mixture of fog and saliva is the mark of "kissing". It has a marvelous charm that makes my body hot. Do not know why, but I guess it should burn on my warm and soft skin, leaving a rosy injury.

Cactus stands in his dry air selfishly. the dryness reflects my thirsty lips.

- well, Mr. cactus, what do you think of this kind of me?

Code: 326 - MITSURU

Every night, when all the people fell asleep, I begin to record.

The content is very monotonous, basically about today's diet, activity, training, and the occasional battles.

These are all elements that constitute "me". In the future, if someone wants to know who I am, all he needs to do is to open this notebook.

I'm not "MITSURU".

I exist in the body called "MITSURU", but the name can't generalize my existence.

It's a name given by HIRO, and something that I ask for, thus it is not mine. So, I'm going to defeat him to transcend the shadow of "MITSURU".

By that time, people will understand my value and distinguish the real me from the random number, and the false name.

But I still have to keep recording before my wish come true, for it's the only way to confirm my existence.

When closing the notebook, her name grazed on the margin of one page. - KOKORO, code 556.

She and her little secret left a small accident in my regular record.

The girl who takes care of flowers, the girl who lost. She's smiling and attracting the attention of everyone. Her curvy hair dances like ocean waves.

The waves entwine round my body like soft long hair, bringing a kind of indescribable feeling.

Then, I turned off the light.

Code: 556 - KOKORO

In a coma like vertigo, I feel me lack of something.

Lying in the flower bushes, faded off my dress, I forgot myself. The sprinkling pot is sprinkling, the soil stein my body.

That is me listening to my pants in silence, staring at the transparent roof through tears.

When I use my finger to touch, it is itchy and itchy, so I fondle myself harder and harder, producing the joy with burning and even prickling.

It must be an evil act, I think, but I must get harder. Touch, seek, look for a more dexterous angle. Deep, and deeper, it feels like practicing a trick of FRANX driving.

- go, I'm going!

In accordance with the genes from ancient times, I writhe and groan.

But where am I going to? Will I break through this cage of safe, comfortable, correct and glorious, to an evil place filled with danger, pain, wrongness and shame?

But I arrived no matter what. Flying into the sky with flood, falling into the flood from the sky, every blood vessel is shuddering with thrill.

At this very moment, I feel me lack of something.

Turning my head, I stare at the Mr. Cactus. I know that I'm eager to get pierced by his thorns, longing for him using the tropical coldness leaving me a permanent wound.

Then, I see MITSURU walking in.

He gifts a rare confound look, and I reveal a happy smile. Walking across the narrow path with my naked feet, I kick off the sprinkling pot, embrace my lonely Mr. Cactus.

The water overflowed my toes and his soles. Is our wetness wrong? Maybe. But I have intoxicated, and I have inhabited.

Code: 326 - MITSURU

Her long hair, like ocean waves, is wrapping my body.

I fall in, extremely heavily, like a FRANX falling into swamps. Narrow, hot, suffocating swamps.

It's a failed driving without control and self-control. There's nothing but the girl's naked body, gleaming, sweaty, smooth like a fish.

I'm also covered with sweat. She's clutching the flowers and gripping the grass. Her screaming is mixed with mine. We kiss each other's body, with saliva dropping on the soil. We kiss under the tree, without teaching and permission.

We get burned, and melted, there bursts out a feeling of infinity extremely near death.

The red blood and white fluid get mixed together, flowing between her white, soft thighs.

After the heat and excitement, there is wind blowing into the glasshouse. It is so cold that I start to shiver.

We accept the best care and selection, accept the hardest training and constraints, and take an oath of absolute obedience; Yet we are criminals now.

Such act was never being taught nor granted by the ADULT, so it is not allowed in this bird cage.

"KOKORO... What should we do? "

As saying, I lower my head to look at her face.

She does not answer, putting her head in my arms with one hand holding me, the other pointing on my chest. Left to right, and then right to left. It's her happy dancing, and her wet long wavy hair sticks on my shoulder.

At this very moment, with the touch of her fingertips, my heart begins to beat again. Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dub, clearly, I heard something changed irreversibly.

At this very moment, we became the infamous water stains on the ground, mixed together with failure and secrets, forever together.