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-Bright Flower-
Chapter 2: A Hand To Hold Onto…
Question: Can a teenaged girl and an older, mature woman be friends?
Answer: Yes and no.
Elaboration: To be honest, it's a matter of perspective and the point of view between two individuals. Most people would find it odd and even suspicious if mentioned two individuals were to be seen and seeing as how they'd be unrelated, it would make people speculate something that tends to be negative such as an affair or if positive, apprenticeship. Friendship between young and mature individuals tend to stick out, since people usually spend their time with others of the same group. That is the norm, so people overlook it while anything outside then norm draws attention where people would hope for the best and prepare for the worst, but I digress. If they find a mutual ground to stand together as equals, then the answer is an obvious yes.
And that is what I'll find out today.
I step out of my comfort zone and extend my hand, will another hand grasp mine? Or will I lose it?
Bright lights blinds my eyes, is it morning already? I move my arms to cover my eyes, noticing my movements are sluggish. I also take notice that I'm already on my feet and dressed in black kimono and my hair is tied in a side bun. My reddish brown … I'm dreaming, right?
I noticed the dark atmosphere enveloping my surrounding and the blinding light fades away. I lower my arms and look at whatever the light prevented me from seeing … it was a house. Not any old house, but one that is nostalgic … but oh so sad. The house is worn down, on the verge of collapse and looks as though it's… dead. But I advanced with a heavy heart and went t beyond the fallen gates, walked the weeded pavement and slid open the worn shoji (Japanese sliding door) and walked absentmindedly on the broken tatami, not minding the bloody footprints I leave behind until I reach a … a vase? I held the vase which only had dirt and … something … red, pulsing weakly and almost dead … my heart is in the vase?
Cold… I feel so cold … my eyes are wet, I'm crying? I held the vase under my chin and watered it with my tears … ahh, it's getting darker … I can't see, I can't feel, I… I'm…
8th of March
04:30 AM
Chiba Apartment Complex
Apartment 501, Living room
"… Awake, huh?" I open my eyes to the world around me and it's still dark.
A lucid dream… I understand what it means and why it's so morbid. Though I suppose it can't be helped. No matter how much we wish that you could heal what ails me. It won't happen just because we want it to happen, eh, grandpa? I smile sadly to my lonely thoughts as I could feel a trail of tears sliding down my cheeks but never reaching … because they aren't real … like phantom pain, these are my phantom tears.
"Tch," I shake off these sad thoughts. They won't help in any way.
I get up from the comfortable sleeper sofa (or the sofa bed) and start stretching my arms, legs and swing my body side to side as my freed midnight-coloured hair swings with every movements, I was blessed with the sound of popping in my body and the relaxing sensation flowing all over me. Then I put the sleeper sofa back to sofa mode and a sense of pride swelled in me for buying this ingenious piece of furniture. Seriously, whoever thought of this invention deserves the Noble Peace prize and Thank-You letter from every husband and boyfriend who was forced to sleep on the couch by their angry or unreasonable wife or girlfriend. I then move towards the bathroom in the living room rather than the master bathroom in my bedroom. I got in and cleaned up, brushed my hair and tied it in a Pouf. I checked myself in the mirror, I'm dressed in my very comfortable pajamas, my top grey in colour while the pants are black.
If you haven't noticed by now, my colour theme is as dark as my soul but that does not make me an emo. I-I'm not saying this b-because I care about what y-you t-think, b-baka!
…
Hold on, let me take my suicide pills that I may have in one of the bathroom cabinets. I think I threw up in my mouth a bit too. Dear god, I didn't say it out loud and was only a joke but DAMN I feel so disgusted! Where did that come from? I need a shower.
Jokes aside, I exit the bathroom and walk to the centre of the living room, looking at the piano and I see a shadow of a memory of my grandfather playing the piano while my younger self watched with a smile, checking my tiny hands close to my chests. I remember how my heart used to beat whenever my grandpa played the piano. I smile gently and I look at the clock and it's 4:50 AM. My smile quickly disappeared and was replaced with a calculated gaze as I looked towards the bedroom where I placed Hiratsuka-san on my bed to sleep, then to the balcony where her cocktail dress along with her underwear (Fighting back the perverted grin from appearing on my face… SO GENEROUS! … ahem) and finally, I look at the kitchen. I need to turn on the lamp next to the sleeper sofa and the lights in the kitchen first.
"Yeah, I got enough time for all of them. But first things first," I turned and walked towards MY Piano-sama~ and slid my fingers over its lid and its wooden body. "Good morning, Piano-sama! I see your wood this morning is as beautiful as ever! I promise I'll play with you within the hour so bear with and let me get prepared, o-kay~?" I winked at the inanimate object that is my piano and walked towards the balcony before falling on all fours after taking 3 steps, drowning in shame.
"The fuck is wrong with me?" Seriously, grandpa would be turning his grave if he knew about this. Some women really did marry buildings… I should be careful so I don't become like the crazy old ladies. "I swear to every Shinto god and goddess, if Hiratsuka-san heard me say all that… no one will find her ama-body! NO one will find her body."
I got up and proceeded to collect my neighbour's clothing, fold them and lay them on the table in front of the sofa, next to her purse and a bathrobe I prepared yesterday. Next, prepare breakfast and coffee for myself (which I hate, by the way) and my guest… huh, guest, eh? Now that I think about it, she's my first proper guest ever. Oh, and some pills and water since she'll wake up with a headache.
As I prepared everything, my mind sank deep in thought about the lucid dream I had and a frown decorated my face. Feelings… they always have a hand in our lives and we can't control them… influencing our decisions, tilting our morals, switching our values and so on. We don't have control over our hearts, our emotions, our feelings!
I noticed my ragged breathing and an angry look adoring my face…
Breathe in… breathe out…
Breathe in… breathe out…
… Women are overly emotional while men are nearly apathetic, eh? … I don't know…
Glimpse and scenes of my past flashed before my eyes. The face of a woman, smiling in ecstasy while another face, a man, appeared after the first dispersed. The man's was contorted into pure, demonic rage. Then it is dispersed, as a third face appeared. A man with a look of lust and violence, a fusion of both of the previous faces.
I grit my teeth and narrow my eyes as haze of anger and hatred began consuming me. Not good. I then began listening to a tune played on a piano. I look towards the piano and an illusion plays a scene in my mind, grandpa playing Requiem Of A Dream while a child stood near him, shaking with excitement. I smile again at the memory. Helping me after death. I hope you're happy up there in hea-… right, hell. Hehe.
I don't know why I let these thoughts bother me when I can't do anything about it; it's stupid, pointless, useless and a waste of time. I should focus on-… hmm?
I think I heard a shuffle in the…
"NO, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening, this can NOT be happening!" I heard her whispering in a panic. Pianists tend to have good ears… or that's just me, I don't know. But I smile to myself and come up with assumptions with only what I've just heard. I pour coffee as I list my thoughts.
Panic: Indicating that she did not want what she thought happened to happen and that she doesn't remember what happened last night. Good, it speaks of her morals, standards and principles as a teacher and that is admirable. We all know the saying about choosing what crowd to hang out with.
Fear: She recognized that the bedroom is not hers which speaks of her recovery from the hangovers and recognition. She knows the dangers of a woman being with a stranger (which begs the question of why she got so drunk but then again, she is a drunken master… in an amazing cocktail- Focus) and possibly remembers being taken by two men to her home.
Shame / Regret: If what I deduced about her is correct, then she'll feel shame and regret that will haunt her for a while. Judging from the dress she wore and the purse she dropped, she went to some kind of engagement party in a nearby bar since she didn't brink a vehicle key (if she owned one) or any protection (from assault), though I did find a used tissue? She cried but for what reason? I don't know.
Indeed, with my Sherlock-like deduction ability, I have understood everything about the individual who has just awoken… huh, not as funny as I hoped it'd be…
Still, just because I don't like people but that doesn't mean I wouldn't care knowing they cried… hold on, that might make me sound less of a bitch and I don't know how to feel about that… I think back to last night after she vomited and passed out.
Flashback
08:30 pm
Chiba Apartment Complex
In front of apartment 501
I carried Hiratsuka-san on my arms and into my apartment, placed her on the red sofa. She's fairly light even with the muscles on her. Her skin is silk-like and I'm still blushing from the sensation on my arms. Her firm thighs and- Stop! This is dangerous territory! I proceed to exit my apartment, go to the cleaning locker that everyone in this floor uses to help keep the building clean. Just like in school where students clean after themselves. It's smart as long as everyone abide by the rules and it was also mentioned in the contract.
I get a mop, a bucket and cleaning products. Fill the bucket with water, add a cup-amount of cleaning product in the bucket, plunge the mop into the bucket, then proceed to clean the vomit from the front of my apartment. It wasn't difficult and the whole thing didn't take more than 5 minutes. Seriously, what do teenagers my age complain about?
After I finished, I poured the dirty water down the drain and put everything back in placed.
I walked back into the apartment and saw… more vomit on the floor…
I glared at the unconscious Hiratsuka on the sofa and hoped she'll end up having a nightmare. I sighed and proceeded to get the cleaning materials.
…
"Done!" I said to myself.
The vomit was cleaned up and thankfully, none touched any of my furniture. Still, Hiratsuka-san smelled of vomit and I need to clean her up… I begin to sweat as I look at her and realise that I'm also gonna have to strip off her of what she's wearing. I mean, I'm female and she's female so it should be fine b-but… she's just so… so good looking… so beautiful… so sexy… so delic-DAMMIT! This is what I'm talking about! I'm questioning my sexuality because of this woman!
I look away and try to disperse the heavy blush on my face. After a minute, I take a breath and proceeded to clean her up. I cleaned her lips from the remains of vomit. I used the makeup remover that I had accidentally bought earlier today and used it on her. Next, I removed her hairband and all accessories, put them in her purse. After that, I took off her shoes and placed them where I place all my footwear. N-now… *Gulp*… I-I'll re-remove her d-dress… the sofa is not wide enough and I don't want my… guest to wake up in a sofa. It's common courtesy to give the woman the bed while the host sleeps on the less comfortable sleeping place… N-N-NOW H-HOLD ON, Y-YOU BASTARD! W-WHO ARE Y-YOU AC-ACCUSING OF T-T-TAKING ADVANTAGE O-OF A HE-HELPLESS WOMAN?! I-I'M JUST G-GONNA PUT HER ON M-MY BED AND TAKE HER C-CLOTHES O-… *Blushing Intensifies*…
I shake my head, steel my resolve and carry her quickly to bed before my resolve melts by the intensity of my blushing face and leave it mangled. I gently place her on my bed, shakily p-pulled one of the threads/strings and untied the top of her dress from the back of her neck. Calm down, calm down, calm down. I pulled the dress from the bottom downward rather than upward, considering the size of her generous breasts. When I did pull the dress, her bare breasts came loose, bounced to life and Hiratsuka moaned in freedom. CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN! WHAT'S WITH THE MOANING, HIRATSUKA-SAN?! I continued to pull the dress but each pull caused her breasts to bounce enthusiastically. HUMINA, HUMINA, HUMIN-CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN! I finally succeeded in pulling the dress off of her. ECSTASY!... I MEANT FREEDOM.
… I meant freedom from my task… please believe me, Piano-sama~
I glance at the form of Hiratsuka-san and I turned my head away. I don't think I'll be able to survive if I looked at her naked body. I'll die of happ-shame.
But I think her underwear is dirtied. I took a glance and away, yup, I'll c-continue t-to… I think I'll just work silently and get this over with. I took her underwear off (Bold!) and left the room. It was dark, so my vision was limited unfor-thankfully.
I took the clothes to clean them, make sure to dry clean them so they wouldn't be ruined. I used hair drier since it was night time, then put them in the balcony to be freshened out. Having done that, I went to my closet to take out spacey clothes for Hiratsuka-san to wear… but, I was faced with a dilemma…
"I should dress her up, since I stripped her but I fear for my sanity and sexuality… I might end up doing things that'll put me in prison, but I can't leave her naked…" I contemplated, "…or can I?"
Possibly screwed if I did, possibly screwed if I didn't… in situations like this, I think I should just trust my guts and my guts tells me that I'll end up becoming a vile criminal. Thank you, guts, for the bode of confidence.
Then again, for some reason, I feel something foreboding… Kami-sama, I hope you're not planning anything scandalous… who am I kidding? You definitely are and I can't do shit…
I went and covered her with the bed sheet. Took my pajamas from the closet, locked the closet, and then quickly left before my mind sunk into the gutter.
Ugh, what a bad day. I went to the red sofa and turned into bed mode, took out blankets and changed into my comfortable pajamas. I look at the clock and see it's 10:30 PM.
The moment my body fell upon the bed sofa, I felt my body sigh and realised how I really am. My eyelids are heavy and I can't help but feel like tomorrow is going to be more exhausting than the first.
The first day of my independence is not what I expected…
End Flashback
… *sigh*… I just know trouble is already brewing.
I listen to Hiratsuka-san cussing and whimpering profanities in my bedroom… kinky? No.
"Damn it! Where are they? Did that bastard hide them somewhere?" Whispers continued to be heard and I realised that she was not afraid. She's a fighter and probably beaten the crap out of whoever thought she was an easy lay. Well, after the fact.
I smile to my thoughts.
She will be reliable, and I could put her mind at ease but… why would I make it easy for her?
I grin wickedly.
This woman made me blush like a school gir- wait, I am a school girl… that's beside the point. She made me question my sexuality! I tried to look away when I slowly stripped her of her dress, removed her light make up, removed her daring underwear but I finally took a glance at that body of a goddess! … You see? I was positive I was straight but now I doubt myself whenever I think of those soft, warm and bountiful brea-no, no, no! I did nothing! I'm innocent! My only love is Piano-sama~! … an inanimate object … I might be more desperate than some violent woman who hits her students out of sexual frustration… where'd that come from?
Seriously, I hate showing skin and figure but I got no problem doing and thinking that to another woman? I am the personification of hypocrisy… and that goes back to not being able to control our feelings … *sigh* …
Back to the current situation, I decided to stop messing around and wiped the perverted grin off my face. I called out to my now awake guest.
"Hiratsuka-san! I can hear you in there," I spoke in a voice that carried a smile and heard the shuffling stop. "I have your dress and undergarments with me."
Wow, I can smell the panic seeping from the bedroom. You could attack men who took advantage of you, but women? That's a bit of a different story. Not that it isn't bad, but the shock of someone of the same gender taking you when you yourself are straight is bizarre. Assuming she's straight. Well, the closet in the bedroom is locked with a key in my possession, so she'll have to come out without the … *pant**pant*
Self-control, damn it!
"E-excuse me, c-can you give me some clothes? I d-don' feel c-comfortable not w-wearing anything…" she said so softly that my heart was racing. The fuck was that? That was cute, seriously cute, sooo cute! N-no, I better control myself or else I'll confess and get rejected… wait, rejected? Hold on! That's not it, my heart belongs to Piano-sama~
"D-don't worry, it's only me your new neighbour. I moved in yesterday and you might as well get comfortable having me around, cuz I'm gonna be staying for a while." I paused momentarily, "And I'm also female, no need to be embarrassed. I even made breakfast for you, join me!" I spoke with words that carried a carefree tone and easy-going attitude.
"O-oh, okay then." … I am one luc- despicable pervert; I should be ashamed of myself. I'm pretty sure that karma is gonna do the same to me and I'll be traumatized.
… I feel like I'm rea~lly gonna regret this…
The door opened as I took a sip of the ever-so-bitter coffee (which I don't know why I still drink) and glanced at the… at the… gorgeous entity that has entered my humble abode!
HUMINA, HUMINA, HUMINA-CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN!
Hiratsuka Shizuka was wrapped in a bed sheet, blushing like a bride and… oh my god, this is just too much! Kami-sama, I beg you to turn me male, nay! Turn me lesbian and allow me to vio-ahh!
I spilled some coffee on my top … I guess, that's god way of saying 'NO'… damn…
This should be the part where I have a massive nosebleed like a certain blonde pirate cook.
Nonetheless, the woman before is genuinely beautiful. Not the kind beautiful that would make me a man horny and dive onto her, no… she is genuinely beautiful that I want to just admire-oh!
I seem to have been staring too much and she was shuffling uncomfortably and nervously, is she shy? No, not with the dress and the martial art moves. So why is she uncomfortable? I'm just a teenage girl … unless…
"It's very nice to meet you, Hiratsuka-san." I took the initiative. "My name is Akechi Mizuki and I'll be your neighbour in apartment 501 from now on. Please take care of me." I introduced myself and bowed to her politely and she seems to be taken aback for some reason… is it my behaviour and appearance? Is she thinking we're on the same age?
"A-ah, yes. I-I'm Hiratsuka Shizuka, resident of apartment 502. It is very nice to meet you, Akechi-san. Please take care of me, as well." She said nervously still and she bowed… she bowed?! I'd say something about her breasts, but for all my quirks that I inherited (Thanks mom and dad…), I have principles and one of them is respect elders (to an extent) and that an adult shouldn't bow to a younger person. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth if I stay quiet about this. (What's that? I'm being a hypocrite because of my smack mental talk about the landlady? Let me correct you right there, buddy. Everyone talks shit about everyone and I did say 'to an extent', yes? Not to mention adding the 'chan' to my name and other crap, and I still didn't actively diss her outwardly… well, that'll change sooner or later and prove my hypocrisy is real… What?) Although I'm not an adult yet, I convinced her that I am with my behaviour? Either I'm the best actress in Japan or I have shitty genres along with my violent and lustful genes… nope, definitely actress material.
In any case, I should correct her.
"Oh, please don't bow to me. I'm just as bit younger than you are, so you shouldn't bow to me," I said while waving my hand to gesture refusal and shake my head to emphasise what I said. I bowed again, "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding on my part.
Yup, best actress in Japan… or con artist.
Wait, I think her eye just twi-… oh, did I just indirectly called her old?
"No, no, it's alright. I made the assumption but you do seem very mature in your behaviour and tone. And, I-I apologise for what happened last night. It must've been an unsightly behaviour," she bowed again in apology, stopped stuttering. I knew what she meant but the memory that surfaced in my mind made me grin like a pervert.
Not at all, O goddess of my heart! Nothing of you was unsightly, everything was perfect…
"E-eh?! What do you mean? Hold on, you mean m-me and y-you?" She said as a she took a step back, hiding herself away from me, blushing heavily.
Did I say that out loud? Well, isn't this a rom com situation? But I wasn't fazed in the slightest and the perverted grin on my face doesn't mean anything, so I smoothly corrected her, "No, it's 'you and I' rather than me and you?" … it took me half a second to realise that I corrected something else entirely without denying the question but it was too late.
"Y-you mean, I-I-I instig-gated it? I'm-I'm sorry b-but I'm a straight heterosexual woman! PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR MISLEADING YOU!" she stuttered and screamed and bowed a third time. I would've been laughing if I didn't feel my heart break a little, but I masked the pain as always and marched on. Still, it hurts being rejected like that, you know?
As much as I'd like to mess with her and stretch her imagination, tell her how she was an amazing or it was my first time with a woman or just be love stricken, … I'll leave that for another day when I get another chance.
…pfft-hahahaha! Yeah, right. I'm gonna milk this situation dry.
I mentally grin and prepare myself.
… I'm having this foreboding feeling again… fuck it!
I make a hurt look and moisten my eyes slightly. Drooping my shoulders and place the cup on the table, before drooping my arms and lowering my head in ultimate defeat. "S-so… it-it was all a l-lie?" I spoke in a trembling voice.
I heard Hiratsuka-san rising from her bowing position, I can feel her looking at me and taste the fear and panic, the worry and terror that she had done something she couldn't take back and taken what she couldn't give back. Hehehe, this is my revenge for making me question my sexuality!
I raised my head and looked at her straight in the eye and she froze, she couldn't move after seeing the moist in my eyes and the blush on my face. "After everything you've done to me last night?" My tone was seeping with a sense of betrayal. The look on her face was priceless.
Hiratsuka-san began blushing heavily, spluttering incomprehensible words and it wide eyed. She tried to ask in a whisper, "W-what di-did I d-do?"
I looked away, as if too ashamed to speak. She paled like a ghost in an instant. Wow, that doesn't look healthy… let's bring back the blood on her face! "I-I-I… w-well, o-our clothes we-were ruined after all th-that s-so I wanted to change bu-but you dragged me ba-back to be-"
"STOP!" Hiratsuka-san shouted and is practically burning the atmosphere with how much she was blushing. "Again, I apologise for everything. I was drunk and wasn't thinking seriously." She bowed and I think she's fidgeting. Not enough, I want more!
"I-It wa-was… amazing," I covered my face but peeked through my fingers, she practically became petrified and I'm pretty sure she's thinking 'There's more?!'. Yes, there are more, neighbour-san! 'It was my first time too…"
I can hear lightning striking her and the guilt festering from within. Yes~ Give in to the dark side~ Tsun~… I did NOT just say THAT!
… Remember when I said about proving my hypocrisy and change my idea of not wanting older people to bow to younger ones?... Well…
"You've sh-shown m-me so m-many moves and I m-made wei-weird no-noises. I-it was so surreal!" the shock on her face solidified and I think she'll bread soon… hehe. "I didn't know our bodies b-bend like th-that! Th-the whole experience was … *Dreamy Sigh*
As expected, she sat down quickly and slammed her head on the floor. Executing the perfect form of dogeza. This is my first time seeing it and the fact that I tricked her into doing this… for some reason, I don't feel bad at all… Continue the attack!
"A-and y-you said y-y-you'll t-take responsibility," all colours drained from her again, not yet! "A-and, you-… you said you'd marry me! So please take responsibility!" I squealed the last part and looked straight into-whoa! Am I seeing things or is her soul leaving her body? Come back!
Before I could drop my act, her soul went back into her body and TELEPORTED RIGHT IN MY FACE AND GRABBED AHOLD OF MY HANDS! WTF! The bed sheet was tied tightly to Hiratsuka-san's body so it didn't fall off, still, WTF!
"Don't worry, Mizuki-chan!" Don't you start! "I'll take responsibility, even if I have to sacrifice my own sexuality and my needs. I won't toss you aside like a scumbag!"
She said with such determination that I now feel like a scumbag… even though I made her perform dogeza and was fine with it… I think I milked this long enough and should tell the truth… am I gonna be her first victim of the day? No, no, fight on, me!
I blinked and wiped all my expressions and worse a smirk. Best to let it think that it was all a joke. Right now, I've got some analyzing to do.
"Thank you for willing to take responsibility, Hiratsuka-san," She looked at me confused. "But nothing happened last night, so don't worry."
She stared into my eyes and a spark of life just got snuffed out and the strong hands that held mine tightly suddenly fell. W-what? D-did I go too far? The answer was no, because the spark came back, stronger than ever!
"Ooh! So, it was all a joke, eh? Hahaha! You got me so good, Mizuki-chan!" … I should've taken pics… "Nothing happened last night between us, I didn't promise to take responsibility and I DEFINITELY didn't ask you to marry me. Ahahahaha!
I immediately looked away quietly and she turned to look at me. Her laughter becoming more and more hollow… I'd write a will but I don't have anyone to give anything to, if the old lady takes my shit, then I'll fu-
"Why are you looking away, Mizuki-chan? Her smile at the corner of my eye was so hollow; it looked like a demon mask. SCARY! And I don't use the 'chan' suffi-… fuck it…
"W-well," damn, already stuttering! Just get this over with, me! "You didn't do any of that, except the proposal part."
*Break*
Eh? I looked at Hiratsuka-san and I see the look in her eyes, her spirit broke.
"Am I really so desperate that I asked a stranger to marry me? I even asked a woman. How desperate am I?" She looked to the ground and continued mumbling on.
Well, at least I won't get hit today…
… I just fucking jinxed myself, didn't I?... Fuck my life…
Anyway, better fix her up with the right words. Let's see, what would she like to hear?... aha!
Well, it WAS my fault. See, you were really upset and I said things I was sure you wanted to hear and I was right, but it worked too well." I scratched the back of my neck sheepishly and looked at her with an awkward smile.
And she recovered instantly!
"Ooh! Of course, that's how it was! There's no way I'd propose to anyone out of desperation, ahahaha!" She brushed everything off like they were dust and was slapping my back. Please don't deny reality, Hiratsuka-san, my heart is already crying for you
"Yes, everything turned out okay," I assured her and raised both hands to stop her from causing my spine more pain and picked up my coffee mug on the table (Why the fuck do I still drink this?) "You should get dressed and have breakfast before it gets cold before I tell you what happened, okay?
I didn't allow her to argue and my tone was final.
She nodded and asked me to turn around so she'd get dressed, so I silently agreed and turned around but LO AND BEHOLD! A reflection in one of the cupboards that gave a really good vie- no! Enough is enough! I close my eyes and listen to her putting on her racy underwear and my bathrobe… *sigh*
The gods above are enjoying my predicament, aren't they? But I'm still gonna insult that one Kami-sama because screw that particular god… or is it Zeus? Eh, fuck him too.
*sigh* I just woke up like ten minutes ago, or so and my head already hurts… hmm… wait a minute…
"By the way," I said while closing my eyes, "how come you don't have a hangover?"
The shuffling stopped and I thought she finished until I heard a loud thump and groaning. I turned around and saw her on the ground in the fetal position, clenching her head for dear life. So… the panic faded out of her system and the hangover returned, eh?
Sucks to be you.
I got the other mug filed with coffee for my neighbour, some aspirin and gave them to her. She mumbled thanks and took them. My… lust episode, as I call it, passed and I'm gonna have enough focus to spare on this woman…
Eh, the lust will come back… and I need to make u to Piano-sama~ too…
All in all, my second day here is starting like a pain in the as … *sigh*
8th of March
05:15 AM
Chiba Apartment Complex
Apartment 501, Living room
I wonder if I am the main protagonist in some Yuri light novel or ecchi manga, because I just moved and I already stripped a sexy older woman who happens to be a teacher… am I in a hentai manga? Please don't let me be in a hentai manga. Actually, never mind. I'm sure it's all according to the Kami-sama's 'plan' or whatnot, so I'll focus on screwing the plot points as I come across them. Not THOSE 'plots' and not THAT kind of 'screwing'.
Why am I talking about those things? … Where the fuck were you when I described the bouncing boobs? Well, I'm definitely not in a hentai; otherwise, I'd tap that ass all nigh- STOP! I have more important things to do.
At any rate, I explained everything that had happened last night to Hiratsuka-san from the very beginning to the moment I tucked her in. I also told her that I had stripped her, which summoned a heavily blush on her, but she didn't complain since I DID say that she vomited. She apologised for causing me trouble, and I in turn apologised for the earlier charade.
We forgave each other.
We ate eggs, bacon and toast with coffee as best beverage accompanying it. (I fucking poured more coffee for myself… fucking why?)
The food I cooked yesterday are still in the fridge. They weren't appropriate as breakfast, so I cooked the mentioned since this is MY kitchen and rejected Hiratsuka-san's offer.
We finished breakfast and now, we are sitting on the black sofa, with two mugs of coffee on the coffee table. We've moved the topic of last night to her fighting skills.
"It was really amazing seeing you kick that guy, like real-life video game move. Are you a martial arts instructor?" I asked with an awed expression. I'm genuinely curious.
"Not at all, I'm actually self-taught from watching all the old movies and ani-yeah." Was she about to say anime? No way, I don't think she's one to watch anime… but then again, girls rarely pick up martial arts for fun … I'll poke some more later.
Let's focus on what kind of person Hiratsuka-san is…
"Heeh~, that's amazing! Girls need to learn self-defence in case any creep decides to something stupid." I pressed a hand on y chest to emphasise my next words, "I myself am self-taught, and I may not know your reason for learning martial arts, I learned in order to fend off my bullies."
[1] The look in on her face looked troubled. It bothered her that violence was involved in dealing with bullies. Does that mean she's naïve in her thinking? Does she think she can fix a problem by ignoring the problem or shaking hands with said bullies? I've seen a lot of stupid teachers like that but it's too soon to judge her…
"Ahh, is that so?" Her smile was strained… "I guess not every problem can be resolved peacefully. It's a shame it ended in violence, though, even if it does solve most problems."
I approve of this woman. If she runs for prime minister, I'm voting for her! And we all must quote her! 'Most problems are solved through violence!'
"Tell me, how'd you deal with her?" She looked at me with… judging eyes?
"… It was a he…" I said with uncertainty to see how she's react. She raised an eyebrow in confusion, so I elaborated: "I was always a loner in elementary school, bullied throughout. In my middle school, I moved to Chiba, Narita and was also bullied by a number of students. But in the middle of the second term in my second year, I was being bullied by a boy who didn't like me for whatever reason… well, I got fed up and broke a number of his teeth and kicked him where it hurt."
Hiratsuka-san cringed as I confessed my violent act with the boy, and then chuckled. There was nothing hidden in that chuckle, she really was amused.
"Served him right for bullying a girl, hope he learned his lesson." I smiled as I said that.
"Yeah, he and others never bothered me again after that." It's a lie, but she didn't need to know. Although… "Say, how about you and I have a match sometimes, eh?" A ridiculous notion, I know. But it's just a stepping stone towa-
"Sure, sounds like fun!" she actually accepted?! And she's even gripping. She punched the palm of her hand and stated, "Don't underestimate me, I'm plenty strong!"
Di-did I awaken a tomboyish side of her? I just noticed she stopped stuttering and gained more strength in her voice! Was it because of the coffee? Where's my goddess who melted my soul! Return her, imposter!
"Great! But wait, is there a place where we could have our m-"
"Oh yeah, you're still new and the landlady tends to forget." The possibly imposter said. She took a sip of her coffee before continuing, "There's a gym at the ground floor, complete with a boxing ring, sauna and even a special room for card games."
Goddammit, I knew that damn cat lady forgot to tell me important things. I really should tea-oh right! I still have THAT info about her… that damn stalker! Still, what Hiratsuka-san told me will be useful, and it's a good thing that everything is within walking distance. I got really lucky getting this apartment… but something's not right.
"That's good to know, but…" I stopped momentarily to give the impression that I'm thinking. "Shouldn't the rent be much pricier? Don't tell me there was a number of accidents and ghost sightings," I said jokingly but Hiratsuka-san's smile became strained… huh…
Hiratsuka-san… are there any local legends about dead people and ghost sightings here? Specifically involving this building complex?" I asked Hiratsuka-san and she began sweating profusely…
Well… my theory of ghosts yesterday was meant as a joke… to think it's real… I AM PSYCHIC!
"W-well," she started… "Th-there are rumours about d-dead people and g-g-g-ghosts r-roaming around but I haven't s-seen any. Ahahaha!" She laughed weakly at the end… yeah, that's more suspicious than my 'suspicious as fuck' outfit.
I glare at the woman. "If that's the case, why are you sweating, huh?
"N-no r-reason, ehehehe…" I level her with my glare and she relents, "I-I'm scared of g-g-ghosts…" and she lowered her head in shame and waited for my remark that never came.
"Well, whenever you feel afraid at night with the idea of ghosts… you can come and stay with me, okay?" I give her a thousand-watt smile and she was hypnotized.
"Mizuki-chan!" Hiratsuka-san exclaimed with joy…
… That faded as soon as she saw the look I gave her.
"Use then 'Chan' suffix in my name and I'll turn you into a ghost." She shrank under my glare.
"Y-yes, Akechi-sama." She said and lowered her head in apology.
I'd have been fine with 'Akechi-san' but I've nothing against 'sama' … hehe…
We continued to talk for a while, moving from topic to topic and I found out a lot of interesting things about Hiratsuka Shizuka. I was beginning to tire though. For all the good things about her, I still haven't found that 'something' yet. But then, we moved back to the first topic about last night…
"So, tell me about last night. Where did the idiots find you and why were you so drunk?" I coolly asked her and she definitely stiffened. Hm? There's something there, huh? The spark in her eyes dimmed a little, that's… not good. "I hope you're not as 'adventurous' as what last night indicated, eh?" I said with a smirk.
She blushed and shook her head and hands. "No, no, no way!" I'm not like the landlady at all! I'm still a vir- had my virgin ears tainted with all her stories. Who would have guessed that such a sweet, piece of shit of a lady was so wild!" She then laughed. Then trembled. Then continued laughing until her laughter became hollow.
To think that you've listened to baba's stories and not vomit or be disgusted. I salute you and your endurance. Although, it sounds like the hate is mutual… I wonder if we'll have a flashback about the two of them…
And was she gonna say she's a virgin?... you know, I could actually believe that… if she retorts to violence when she's nervous, drinks and smokes o deal with stress… IT ALL MAKES SENSE!
Apparently, I waited too long after her hollowed laugh stopped as I was too immersed with what I just found out and she took my silence as a sign for her to answer my earlier questions.
"W-well, I… umm… I was at a marriage interview," she scratched her head sheepishly as she said that. I frowned at the revelation. Such a thing shouldn't take place within reach of alcoholic beverages. In a state of celebration or consolation, the mind tends to think that alcohol is ideal to balance the emotion… well, that's my opinion anyway.
"In a bar?" I asked and raised an eyebrow. It's not that I care about her yet, but I'd rather deal with the problem early on before it becomes an issue. I get the feeling I'll be involved in this.
"Huh? No, no, I was in a fancy restaurant that … did have a bar…," she laughed weakly which indicated her discomfort of the conversation, and the proper etiquette would be to leave the topic until she's ready to speak of it. But I'm gonna charge head on and see where this goes, the ruination of our starting relationship or an evolution to sisterhood. Nothing risked, nothing gained.
"Uhuh, and the guy didn't show up or refused?" or was ogling you so obviously that It pissed you off and you became a bit violent with him which resulted in his refusal?
"I... *sigh*… became a bit violent since he was ogling me and he ended up refusing me," she spoke in a defeated tone and averted her eyes to look at the floor on her side.
… I am a psychic, apparently.
Then again, wasn't her choice of clothing far too… eye-drawing? I can't blame the guy, I've had a hard time NOT looking at her like a piece of meat and I don't have a dick…
"Your parents arranged it?" I asked and she nodded. She's nearing the age where a woman should be considered an 'expired Christmas cake' or something. Or she's passed that, I don't know. Add to that fact that her parents wanted to see their daughter happily married, no wonder she drowned herself in alcohol. But that's not a proper way to deal with emotions… damn, is that the topic of today's discussion? All I know is that we, as humans, can't control our own feelings and we were driven by said feelings to act. Be it right or wrong, our feelings are never our own choices.
… Huh, I suddenly need to blow off some steam…
"Good men aren't born, they are forged," I said convincingly.
"Huh?", was Hiratsuka's intelligent response. But now, I have her attention. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and started rambling.
"People are capable of good and evil, stupid and smart acts but we are all different even if we are fundamentally the same. But their identities are created in how they are raised, what they absorbed from the surroundings growing up and how they make their choices. All men are real men, the good and the bad, the smart and the stupid. Good men, on the other hand, become the greater people that some do or do not recognize depending on the perspective of those who think of it, they grow through hardships and circumstances and not sway from the path that they deem right. They will not betray you, they will not toy with you and they will never aim to break you. And thus; good men are not born, they are forged. In the flames of life, the hammer of guidance and the anvil that is their morals."
I opened my eyes and saw her staring at me with awe, her eyes glittering with hope and inspiration. I fought back a grin that threatened to split my face. There's a counter argument about nudging and pushing men to change but that's beside the point.
… But this foreboding feeling just got stron-…
"That's an amazing speech," she said with a grin that showed her accepting to what I said. "And here I thought you were some sociopath trying to get my trust with your fake personality."
My blood IMMEDIATELY ran cold in my veins and my heart dropped to my stomach, broke and froze me from the inside. I couldn't stop my eyes from widening and mouth from opening a little. The expression on her face tells me that she's convinced. For the first time since we met, I strained my mind and focused all my attention on her. Filtering out of the chirping birds, the sound of footsteps outside and the light of dawn colouring the sky yet not entering the room.
The only light there was is from the light stand next to where Hiratsuka was seated. The curtains of the balcony are open and the colour of the sky is turning from black to dark blue.
Where did I fuck up? Was the speech too much? No, it was perfect. No, maybe I didn't do anything wrong. Maybe she's just that good… the single, chain-smoker, alcoholic, unmarried woman…
Damn, it really is the coffee! The bitter nectar of the gods!
A smile graced my face, "How'd you know?" No point in denying an accusation from a woman who is convinced and she knew it to be true. And I'm genuinely impressed with her. I fooled a lot of people before, and they never found out because I picked whenever they sensed something was suspicious… but this woman just went ahead and figured me out.
"I'm a guidance councilor at the school I teach. I've seen through plenty of deception but yours was the best I've seen. You picked up psychology?" She tilted her head with mild interest with the grin she still wore.
Maybe I can salvage this… maybe… but the sense of foreboding isn't gone yet…
"No, I just picked a few things here and there." I answered with the same smile.
"You're a very clever girl, Akechi-san." She nodded in approval.
Why's she not bothered by this? From the earlier interactions with her I realize that she's a kind, compassionate and caring person despite all her other habits. Still, I'm just a stranger, so what's up with her attitude? If I was in her place, I'd be really hostile. What gives?
"And so are you, Hiratsuka-san."
We complimented each other and accepted how we are both are but a genuine relationship can't be built on lies or deception, so… only one path to take.
"When'd you find out?" I asked my neighbour with a smaller smile.
"I didn't," if you tell me that you tricked me to tell you, I'll kill you! "Not at first but as we talked, I noticed a consistency in your words and behaviour."
"I was too perfect?" The only possible conclusion.
"Yeah, no one is that perfect and you were just too flawless." She said with a bigger smirk.
"Ah, so it's like baking a cookie so good that you believe it was bought."
"… That's a… one way of putting it, yes."
I am content with this conversation. My approach was not hostile but insincere in nature. That is the root of my flaw and I've possibly ruined a potentially good relationship with this woman. I feel myself getting depressed, failure on the first try, huh? I need an opening to salvage but is it worth it? … I want to believe that she is…"
"So why did you attempt all this?"
"Huh?" Hiratsuka-san's question drew me out of my stupor.
"I can agree that you didn't have any malicious intentions and you even went out of your way to put me in your bed, clean my clothes, remove my makeup, made me breakfast and even tried to cheer me up with the amazing quote of yours. So why did you do all that?" she explained her question in greater detail and paused for a moment before she widened her eyes in realisation. "Oh? Could it be?!"
There is no way … NO WAY that she figured out my motive!
"You fell in love with in first sight, and now you want to win my heart and have your way with me? I've seen you ogling me and I think I heard your 'Humina humina' chanting.
… As much as I want to dig myself a hole and stay there, I can't… Karma is a bitch… still, she's not ri-
"Were you testing if I could be your friend?"
… Fuck me life…
(I intend to leave it as it is)
I averted my eyes and she squealed in joy. Calm down, woman! I didn't propose to you yet! … Wait, yet? I was suddenly enveloped in a hug and was suffocating in Hiratsuka-san's bountiful breasts. My heart was pounding and I was blushing so furiously. SOFT! OH MY GOD, THEY ARE SO SOFT! I WANT A BED MADE OF HER BOOBS! I LOVE BOOBS! CALM DOWN, DAMMMIT!
"Oh my god! That is so cute! YES, YES! I will be your friend! In fact, you can call me Onee-chan! Or Shizuka-nee! Or Shizu-nee! Kiyaaa!"
Well… that's just happened… and did she really just say 'Kiyaaa' … *sigh* … I shouldn't complain, since I scream profanities instead.
I felt incredibly weak all of a sudden and a sense of yearning enveloped in my body. I unconsciously wrapped my arms around her and she was ecstatic. I know where this sense of yearning coming from, and my feelings were getting warmer. I can't have that, not yet. I blinked away the stinging feeling in my eyes.
I guess there was nothing to salvage here. Relationships are two-ways after all. Can't believe I forgot that. But, this is not a failure. I should… cherish this.
Still, there are two things I needed to clear up for this relationship can be established firmly.
"Let me correct you on two things. Hiratsuka-san," I said, and Hiratsuka-san released me from heavenly embrace to look me in the eyes. "I wasn't looking to see if you could be my friend," she instantly looks dejected but I confess my true intention, "I was hoping to s-see that y-you could b-be my t-t-… true, real friend who is m-mine… Y-y-you know, t-the type you s-stay with fo-for life…" I was choking in my own words; how can this be so fucking hard? I'm pretty sure I'm completely red, judging by how dizzy I felt. Damnit, Kami-sama! Strike me down, now! Spare me!
I looked at Hiratsu-ha?! She's crying? And smiling? And blushing? An expression of all those combined is seriously creepy, please stop!
"*Sob* T-that is the most precious thing I have ever heard! *Sob* I promise I will be the best friend you'll ever have~!" She was wiping her nose with the sleeves of the bathrobe. I smile at her declaration… I am more content than I previously was… to think she's this touched by my intent…
"A-and the s-second one?"
… Oh yeah, that…
I smirked and made sure she saw my expression.
"You have a cute birthmark on your butt cheek." I half-whispered to her and she blushed in response, then started pouting. She asked if it was true, I shrugged.
I don't know if it's true, but I want something from this…
"So, you are a pervert, eh?"
"Not at all! I'm just being friends with an older, single tea-GHUYA!"
There it is… oww…
I fell back to the floor as Hiratsuka-san punched me in the face. That was an amazing punch and I feel my consciousness slipping. She instantly got up and raged.
"Who're you calling a dusty, old hag who will be forever single? I'll beat you!"
How about a warning before you actually hit me? And who do you think you are? Am extremely short and blond alchemist? … Huh, did she punch me to another dimension? I think I heard Edward shouting at me for calling him short…
"U-oh, I'm so sorry, Mizuki-chan! I didn't mean to hit you that hard!
But you did mean to hit me, yes?
AND DON'T ADD THE CHAN SUFFIX TO MY NAME!
Still, I smiled and she saw that which in turn made her smile. But that soon changed…
"Aren't you a bit too old to reference FMA?"
"…"
"…"
Her smile stilled while mine grew and … well, what do you expect would happen?
"GUHYAAAAA!"
I'm sure my face was smiling victoriously… even if I couldn't feel it anymore.
She and I relate to violence, for one reason or another. Such acts tend to be negative but when you build a relationship where you can verbally and physically abuse each other and still smile, it shows how strong your bond is… That, or might be a masochist…
One thing is certain though, Hiratsuka-san's worthy to be my link to my healing. She's… a good woman…
Hiratsuka Shizuka's POV
... *pant*… *pant*… I finally delivered the final punch against this heathen who dares to call a young woman like myself 'old'. She was definitely asking for it…
Or is she a masochist? … Yup, definitely a masochist.
I let a smile adorn my face as I speak the second thing she wanted to let me know, "Mischievous, huh? In other words, you'll be honest with me as we establish our social link and this is the first step towards freedom. Well, kind of late for a university student to think of that now but better late than never."
I wish I could say that I am completely happy meeting this extraordinary girl, but I am honestly filled with so many questions. Most people do what most people do and couldn't truly understand what extraordinary people do and why and vice versa. Her approach was weary and infested with paranoia… Akechi Mizuki… who hurt you?
I can only guide you … but I can't save you.
I just hope … that this new-found friendship of ours will not hurt either of us, as I've been hurt before by mine… I remember in the past when… my 'friends' hurt me deeply … and now that these 'friends' of mine are married, I decided to put a greater distance…
Honestly, I am miserable.
My expiration date is coming up, my dates are wither perverts or way too gross to even consider, I'm basically a loner, I spend my weekends drinking and smoking. I watch anime, read manga and the romance books, Harlequin, for women. Sure, I have a motorcycle and an Ashton Martin but that'd be cooler for a bachelor guy… if it wasn't for meeting Mizuki, my life would be considered pathetic… no, my life really is…
I shake my thoughts out of the dark parts of my brain and was about to carry her to her room when I noticed a piano at the corner of the living room, near the balcony. A shiny, black and sleek piano that seems brand new.
"Hoh? I didn't peg you for a pianist, Mizuki-chan."
… I think I saw her twitch when I said added 'chan' to her name just now… must be my imagination.
I've never tried playing or learning the piano, I prefer the bass myself but I suppose classic piano is her thing. I remember when I was dragged to concerts by my former student… if I remember correctly, her younger sister will be studying in Sobu this year. I wonder if she'll be like her…
I advance towards the piano and inspect it. Is this newly purchases? I press a key and listen to the sound it made… hm? Why do I feel like I've done something I shouldn't have? W-why is the atmosphere thickening? W-w-where is t-t-this murderous aura coming from?
I slowly turn around and saw the source…
"M-Mizuki-chan?"
Her hair was undone and she's the splitting image of Sadako and even her bangs were covering her eyes. U-uh, Mizuki-chan~? Why are you angry? Is it because I hit you? I'm so sorry!
(Editor's note: I knew who Sadako was but results showed she (Mr. Author wrote) could be referring to Frey D. Sadoko from Soul Eater. And she looks a bit like Sadako too. I but changed it anyways.)
"Don't add 'chan' to my name, kono dorobo neko!"
I visibly flinched. This Mizuki-chan is scary, too scary! Where's the Mizuki-san I was embracing minutes ago?! … Wait, dorobo neko? Thieving cat? What?
"How dare you touch Piano-sama!"
She looked into my eyes, piercing my soul and I think my life flashed before my eyes. Before I could ask about the reason for adding 'sama' to the piano, she pounced at me.
As much of an excellent martial artist I am, I couldn't do anything against this enraged girl. And I guess I'll be screaming this time around… note to self, never touch Mizuki-san's piano.
"GUHYAAAAAAAA!"
- End Chapter -
Hello everyone, this is A-Khalil and this is my first fanfiction story, 2nd chapter. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter and please let me know how I could written it better. Thank you all.
I was going to finish this earlier, but I noticed Sage of Eyes publishing his story (My Trans-Dimensional, Overpower Protagonist, Harem Comedy is Wrong!). chapter after chapter and I just HAD to read them. I really enjoyed reading the story, it's awesome~
Info Of OC:
Akechi Mizuki, a 16 years old Japanese girl who has her hair dyed black. Manipulative and not too kind or too evil. A shameless, hypocrite who looks out for herself first butt has a genuine side that makes her not a total bitch. She's a very eccentric and cold-hearted at times, pretty practical and doesn't bother herself with the social norms. In fact, she avoids them unless it's useful to her.
Notes For Author:
Tragic death of Mizuki's father
The mother leaves Mizuki in 3rd grade
The issue of showing skin and figure
The significance of "Bright Flower"
Hatred for 'chan' suffix
Mizuki's pervert nature
Mizuki's darker nature
Help Wanted:
I plan to add OCs into the story sooner or later. I'm not very good with the naming process, so could you help me? Right now, I need the surname and usernames for 9 individuals that works properly with the theme of SNAFU. I want to add a bully, a flirt, class president, class vice-president, secret crush, quiet girl and 3 gossip girls.
Please let me know if I've made a mistake or there's something that needs correcting. Other than that, tell me what you think and I hope you will all enjoy reading.
Began: 15:17 25/04/2017
Ended: 14:23 26/04/2017
[1] EDITOR'S NOTE: I don't know what to make out of this: "The look in on her face described how troubled." So I revised it.
Editor's notes:
If you had read either or neither Dazai Osamu(Is this the man I'm really talking about n/or Natsume Soseki's work about perspective of a woman and/or one of them has its about love confession but it's 'the moon is beautiful'. 'Cause shit's funny puns n' stuff: suki = tsuki. Well if you don't know what it means, then you have my salute. You're one of those gals who don't give a damn about SUBS or DUBS and just watches animes, I assume. Shits' still made my heart frail to this day. The point is, to point out the story's about a woman's love story femininely written by a man. I want to share that.
'ere logs of stuff I made, disgraceful 'ol me:
Changed 2 two
Added the
Added 0 before 4:30
Lowercased Of
capitalized each word apartment complex
Lowercased of
Added of
Added me
Removed space before ~
Added s in four
Removed a
She's - she's
Removed a space between I , I'll
SPUT-PUT
Hear her
Up - upward
Lowercased Sigh
Lowercased To
Artists - artist
Raised - rose
Added at after looked
For - form
Lowercased A-And
Lowercased All
Lowercased Not
TELEPORTE - TELEPORTED
HOLD - AHOLD
"Thank you for willing to take responsibility, Hiratsuka-san" She looked at me confused. "But nothing happened last night, so don't worry." - "Thank you for willing to take responsibility, Hiratsuka-san," she looked at me confused, "but nothing happened last night, so don't worry."
He-her
hollower and hollower - more and more hollow
Added way
10 - ten
Lowercased Of
Added space between the compounded word: Livingroom
Added apostrophe after 'screwing.
Naïve - naïve
Though. Even - though, even
Raised - rose
Replaced . to :
PSHYCIC - PSYCHIC
Added you
Thousand-watts - thousand-watt
Which faded as soon as she saw the look I gave her - … That faded as soon as she saw the look I gave her.
Head -ahead
Knows - knew
Councillor - councilor
Humnina - humina
Removed '
Added have
Added I
REMOVED CALL
Aren't you a bit old too reference FMA - Aren't you a bit old to reference FMA
Sourse - source
Sadoko - Sadako
Added 'and' before 'then'
Moved tilde before ?
Partially Lowercased In Front Of Apartment 501
, - ;
Eyed - eyes
