Death of a Butterfly

by chickygirl13

Have you ever wonder what was going on in Osanai's mind as completed the whims of the chairman? Well, here's a little snippet into his world. You'll see his thoughts and fears and worries. And ultimately understand his love of Atsuko Chiba.

1. Chapter 1

(Paprika was not created by me, or thought of by me. This work was created originally by Yasutaka Tsutsui. and then made into a animated movie by Kon satoshi. My story will follow Kon satoshi's work. I have no legal rights to Paprika. I own nothing, but the idea for this story.)

From the moment I met Atsuko Chiba, I knew she would be the death of me. It was as if I was Samson and she my Delilah. She was calm and collected, beautiful and smart. Her skin, which had the look of the delicate texture of porcelain, was as soft like a child's, her eyes dark and mysterious, matching the severe black of her hair. To others she was just a hard assed scientist, but to me she was beautiful. She reminded me of a butterfly, so beautiful so free but delicate, fragile, torn.

I had always known she had some sort of fascination with that bulbous genius; maybe she envied him as I did. This was another reason for my love for her. To stand so strong in the face of an embarrassment that was Dr. Tokita. It pains me to think of the words genius and doctor and associate them with that greedy glutton.

A sigh escaped my lips as sat watching, Atsuko aka Paprika. They had entered the dream of some idiot cop or maybe he was a detective. I don't know why she felt the need to change herself into such a flighty little creature. Why did she feel the need to cocoon herself in the image of a child? Mind you, the girl did look 18 but she was no woman. The elegance Atsuko portrayed was paled when in this form.

Her cheeks were no longer the porcelain pale I admired but instead the pasty white of everyone else. Her dark eyes now a dull brown, the mystery gone. Her hair fuzzy and short, it angered me this hair framed to her face. Almost as if her wings were, being caged in by the wild consistency it held. Her long black hair made me think of the loose translucent wings of a butterfly. Their wings were no doubt delicate but the power it held. To keep its body in flight was marvelous. I glance over to the chairman. He was resting he had said to me "Let his body keep watch over this criminal named Paprika". I would never tell him Paprika's true identity. And I would never let him find out. When our plans came to fruition I would eliminate this cage, this cocoon named Paprika and free the beautiful butterfly inside, my beloved Atsuko.