Parasitical Deals
chapter 1: the beginning to the end
"Bye bye, Kame-chan~!"
Kame waves at her friend, and continues waving only to stop after her friend's shadow goes around the corner. Her arm stills, and falls slowly. The previous happy-go-lucky smile is gone and, like a switch, a scowl takes the throne. An expression that tells people that she is in no mood for them anymore and all she desires now is the embrace and comfort of her mattress.
Even her posture joins the act, slouching thug-like because her hands are shoved so deep in her pockets, there wouldn't have been a way to walk otherwise.
She succeeds in traumatizing that one child who points at her and asks his mom, "Why is that lady so mad?" as she unintentionally throws a glare his way. She clicks her tongue as he sobs into his mother's dress.
The faster I get home, the safer everybody is. She muses begrudgingly. It's not like she hates children or people or anything. She just can't keep on her mask after a considerable amount of the day is spent. She trudges ungracefully through the streets of the 20th district, her home becoming clearer and clearer with each step.
But something isn't right.
From the moment she returned her friend's goodbye, along with the 15-minute walk she had to take before reaching her house in the apartment compound, to the moment she fingers her keys in her pocket before pulling them out to open her door, she can't help but feel someone is watching her.
So she slides her keys back into her pocket and just stands before her door. She peers up at the sky and then says, "Do you need something?"
Out of the shadows of the building, a man wearing a red tuxedo of all things slips into her vision. He bows gracefully with a hand to his chest, "Bonjour Madam, good evening."
Kame blinks once, then twice and then rubs her eyes to make sure she isn't seeing things.
He's still there.
"Can... I help you with... something?" She doesn't really know what to do when handsome men in red tuxedos haphazardly introduce themselves to her just when she was thinking about the fastest way she could get out of her clothes and jump into bed.
The man smiles blithely at her, but it feels sinister when he replies, "Why yes, I was wondering if I could have a little... taste."
She doesn't know if it's when his eyes turn crimson, of if it's when the giant blue sword thing appears, or if it's when he jumps the stairs leading up to the apartment, or even if it's when she realizes he's a ghoul that she stupidly raises up her hands in defense and spouts, "Wait!Wait!Wait!Wait! Ok I'll give you a taste! Please don't kill me!"
And when she finds herself not dead, not bleeding, not cut does she finally unsheathe her auburn eyes, and looks at up at a surprised face.
His eyes are still red, and his blue sword thing is still there, but he is clearly confused and asks, "Madam, are you… offering yourself to me?" He's actually amused after he says that, just waiting for the next part of the show; her answer.
Kame obviously hasn't thought this far but her mouth seems to be moving even when her brain is already going into overdrive, "Um, no. I thought that maybe I wouldn't... taste very good and you should probably, I don't know, try something before you eat it?"
The man laughs and it vibrates across the neighborhood. Maybe it will wake someone up who might have the decency to call the police or something.
"So... Which part will you offer me first?" Red tuxedo man purrs, leaning down to her eye level, trying to catch any sight of deception in her eyes.
Kame gulps, and her mouth once again thinks before her brain processes, "A-actually, I thought maybe I could find something better for you to eat than... me?" She has no idea what she's saying anymore and is sure all of this not thinking is going to come back and bite her in the ass one day.
Red tuxedo man laughs again, this time holding his stomach as the cackles see no end. When he does finally cease to chuckling and wipes a tear from his eye, he observes her meticulously, as if seeing her for the first time. He bows like the first time she saw him, extending a hand, "Tsukiyama Shuu-san, at your every service."
Kame is still brain dead and takes the ghoul's hand. He pulls her up just as quickly as he pushes, leaning into and forcing her against the wall. She's now at the mercy of both his height and his gaze, "Your name madam?"
Her senses finally seem to be kicking in, and she holds his gaze, trying to sharpen her glare but it comes out a little too forced, "Satoshi Kame."
"Then Satoshi-san," He steps back, but takes locks of her black hair with his fingers, "This suggestion of yours amuses me to the point of where I have no choice but to accept... however, " The strands of her hair are falling between her fingers yet a few locks remain in his palm, "I would be pleased if the CCG would stay out of our little... deal," He chuckles, "Otherwise," He brushes the remaining locks of her hair with his nose taking in the scent before letting the rest fall away slowly, "I might have to reconsider my dinner as of tomorrow."
His hand slips into her pocket, taking out her phone while she still doesn't quite comprehend what's happening. He adds his number and slips the device back into her pocket, smirking at her stupefied expression.
"Well, " He turns and throws a hand in the air, his head looking over his shoulder, "Have a good night sleep, Satoshi-san."
When the silhouette and shadow finally disappear off the horizon, Kame's knees wobble and she finds herself unable to stand. She sinks to the floor, realization sinking with her.
She just promised a ghoul to feed him. A ghoul. Ghouls eat humans. She just told him she would murder a human for him.
Kame screams.
