Author's Notes: Alright it has been forever since I have updated, and I bet some of you are shocked as well! Yes, I am seriously doing this story, even though like no one is reading it, except for you Shima!
Chapter Two
Muraki slowly chewed through a blueberry muffin, which were really pancakes, and flipped a page on the book he was currently reading, How to Get Away With Murdering One of the Four People/Shinigami That Are in Love With the Angel of Death/Totally Sexy/Able to Variously Shape-Shift into a Dog-like Chibi Form, Tsuzuki. How he ever found a book like that and so helpful in the exact situation that he was in, we will never know. That book sold out everywhere within the world, the universe, and even the local 'sugar' house.
Shima chewed on a cinnamon roll that she had kept hidden in her shoe for the last 5 months and took a few gulf of a clear liquid in her Tsuzuki printed mug. She was wearing her favorite outfit ever.
She had on an open sleeved red and black decaled blouse with the front of it cut very low. Fitted comfortable on her lower half of body were Dragon-like style jeans with various rips and slashed on the section of the jean leg below the knee. Shima also had on high-heel black leather boots. A chain from the back pocket of her pants led up and connected to the spiked collar she wore. The collar was exactly like a dog's collar, it even had dog tags that had her full information on it. You know, full name, address, phone number, age, hobbies, where she hangs outs after school, where she goes to school, favorite music, colors, and bands, and her social security number. Just the pedophile's specialty you know?
Yet the favorite part of her outfit was Shima's mini jacket. It looked normal in the front, just an average medium blue shade of material with small diamond designs that read 'Shima' over the area of her heart on the flap of the collar. In the back of the jacket however, in big bold letters read 'I –heart- Being Raped!'
Shima sighed sweetly and said, "Nothing starts off the morning better than a shot of hard Vodka before it's even 9:00 am!"
Muraki looked up from his book and smiled twisted. "Damn straight! And now that that whiny biz-nitch, Hisoda, or whatever his name was, is gone; we can have ourselves a Rape-Fest party!"
Shima 'reow-ed' at Muraki in agreement, Hisoka never let them as any Rape-Fests anymore. Not since the last one when Hisoka was 'raped' and 'molested' and 'forced to do sexual conduct and activities against his will' and… 'Raped'. He acted as if he didn't like getting raped! Then again, if a 12-year old yaoi-fan girl molested you, then you should be pretty pissed off that you were so weak you couldn't fend off a little girl. I mean really, this was a scrawny 12-year old. I don't even think she was 12! She was probably still in sixth grade. Wait, if she was a minor, then how did she get into the Rape-Fest?
'Oh wait…' Shima remembered. 'I was the one who raped him… that was one sweet night, but who knew Hisoka was such a screamer?'
Shima shrugged it off and continued to slurp from her Tsuzuki cup. Hey, speaking of Tsuzuki… where was the waffle iron? Shima wanted to make some waffles!
Searching through the kitchen drawers, cabinets, refrigerator, and whorehouse, Shima sighed in detest. She couldn't find the waffle iron. She would have brooded over it more but her A.D.D make her completely forget the whole thing and attracted her to something shiny.
"Ohhh… Shiny!" Shima marveled over the glamorous item, taking it into her hand and tugging on it up and down. Shima only wondered at what was this glorious and magnificent object, which she had become so entranced with…
"Shima! Let go of my pant zipper!"
With a scornful sigh of detest, Shima let go of Tsuzuki's zipper mumbling something about French toast and fish sticks. Then, just now realizing that Tsuzuki was there, Shima ran up and groped him, stealing his boxer by doing so. "Tsuzuki-Puppy! I missed you!"
Tsuzuki chuckled a bit and rubbed head. "Hey Shima-Kitty, how have ya' been?"
Muraki put down his book, mark the page before so, and turned his seat to face Tsuzuki. "Tsuzuki… Shima and I have been thinking-"
"OMG! Thinking! That's horrible!" Tsuzuki yelped. In his Inu-form, Tsuzuki raised a paw to Shima, who was in Neko-form, and lifted some of her long side bangs so that he could check her forehead better. "Are you alright? Did it hurt, Shima-Kitty?"
Softly 'kyuu-ing', Shima said, "A little. Oh Tsuzuki-kun! Thinking was horrible… the dancing dinosaur on the TV said it was fun, but it wasn't…" Tsuzuki shushed her and held Shima close to his chest. "Shhh… it's alright… you'll never have to think again…"
Shima sniffled and looked into Tsuzuki's large chibi eyes. "Thank you Tsuzuki-kun… thank you…"
Muraki's eye twitched at the combination of retarded-ness and dramatic scene play between the two. "As I was saying", Muraki resumed, "Shima and I were talking and we think we should have a Rape-Fest. You know, to celebrate the death of Hisoka!"
"Yeah!" exclaimed Tsuzuki, who was completely oblivious to the last sentence Muraki said. Shima then sat up. "If we are going to do this right, then we should have absolutely no advance planning of this party," Shima said. "I rule for that Tsuzuki should go run around the streets naked and just screaming random things and throw rocks at people and I will recruit some new 'sugar' whores for the party. Muraki, you… can do whatever you want. I don't care and honestly… I don't care."
"Nice to know you care, Shima-Kitty…" Muraki said, his face cringing due to the fact that he was so useless for the development of HIS Rape-Fest.
"Sorry, Muraki-Bunny, but the authoress is running out of funny things for us to say, so I gotta' go now." With that said, and a simple kiss on the cheek, Shima waved off to Muraki. "Bye, my man-toy!"
Muraki gloomily waved back, still feeling misery and woe for he could not be of use in the name of Rape-Fest. It was his idea; he was the rightful creator of Rape-Fests nation-wide. In fact, in recognition for his Rape-Fests, Muraki was given a far-off secret and exclusive mountain that he then and there dubbed 'Rape Mountain', tricked out with the most Baller shit you have and will ever see. It even had a fifty-foot high solid gold fountain that poured out the most expensive wine in the world.
Muraki narrowed his eyes and growled in his throat.
Just then Muraki felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to face Hisoka, who was very beaten up, had a black eye, and several rips in his clothing most likely unrelated to the fact Shima and Muraki had thrown him out a five-story window. Hisoka spoke out, intimidating and halting after every word:
"I…am…going…to…kick…your…ass…"
Muraki then punched him in the face and threw the limp body in the closet. He then quickly went back to plotting against Shima. If he weren't a part of Rape-Fest, then no one would be.
Later that day at Rape-Fest…
Tsuzuki laughed drunkenly as he toast a glass of Chardonnay with Shima. Tsuzuki was currently dressed up in a completely white sailor suit, even decked out with a captain's hat. Shima wore something a bit less expensive, absolutely nothing.
Various pimps and bitches walked through the large house, loud rap music playing and barrels of weed to smoke and 'sugar' to snort. Muraki sat in the corner, petting a large radiant peacock and glared at the two drunken lovers. After Tsuzuki left Shima alone, that was when he would carry out his plan…
Shima sat up drunkenly and told Tsuzuki that she was going to go somewhere to remember why she got up. Tsuzuki then reminded her that if she were to leave him and run off when some other man, he'd kill the both of them. Shima mentioned that she loved him too and, attempted to walk off, but tripped and crawled away awkwardly to cover up her mistake. Muraki smirked evilly and with his large bird in hand, followed after our dysfunctional heroine.
Speaking of heroine that was what Shima was trying to inject into her bloodstream, until she caught a glimpse of Muraki, or at least someone who looked to some extent. Shima stumbled over to the gentleman because either way if it were he, Shima was going to have a sweet night at the end of this Rape-Fest…
Muraki took note of everything that was happening as he continued stroking his large peacock. Shima was, sort of, walking towards him. As long as he didn't raise any suspicion towards himself or his plan, it would all fall into place…
"Heyyyy thereeee (hic) Muraki-Bun (hic) neh! You look like a really pretty lady today!"
"Shima, I'm over here. Please leave the nice plant alone…"
"Hey, please! Can't ya' see that me (hic) and one of my men are trying (hic) to (hic) get it on? Sheesh, no privacy here (hic) Mura (hic) ki-rabbit?" Shima shouted out blandly and drunkenly. She stood up and tried to run away with the plant in arm. Muraki couldn't take it anymore. If it were to work, he would have to take Shima by force. But when you think about it he could have just have bribed Shima with candy like a five-year old and drive away with her.
Yes, now thinking back as Muraki slung the unconscious Shima over his shoulder, Muraki can over think some things. Muraki left a note for Tsuzuki where he knew he'd find it. Operation: R.M was a-go.
Tsuzuki then ripped off the post-it note that Muraki had hastily taped on his forehead. It read:
Dear Hot Man-toy,
'That's me!" Tsuzuki thought happily.
As you probably notice… Shima has gotten missing.
'Shima's missing?' Tsuzuki pouted puzzled.
Yes… She's missing… God, what does she see in you?
'A man who can rock her world!' A smirk appeared on Tsuzuki's face.
Oh, true that! True that… but back to the point, Shima is missing…
'Shima's missing?'
Yes, God! Stop interrupting this threatening letter with your stupid thoughts, Tsuzuki!
'Fine! Sheesh, mean post-it note…'
I heard that! Anyways, you have taken up most of my time so long threatening post-it note short, I've taken Shima and I'm hiding her in Rape Mountain, you know, the one past Wal-Mart? Well, try to get her back and if you don't… well nothing bad would really happen but you'd be pretty bored for a while I guess and then would be no plot for this fan fiction, so yeah… You have to get her back anyways because if you don't, the authoress will kick your fine ass.
With love and kisses,
Muraki
P.S. If you're wonder how I got all this written down on a little post-it note, Shima helped me.
Hey Tsuzuki!
That was Shima, so yeah. Come to Rape Mountain, the one past Wal-Mart to save her. On the back of the note is a detail map to get here. K, see ya.
Tsuzuki felled back, shocked and very confused. This day started great and now Shima has been kidnapped and he must save her. Well Rape-fest or no Rape-fest, Tsuzuki must go and save the whore- I mean, love of his life!
Just then the door flew open and the outside light shined in and cause the music to abruptly stop. In the doorway was a teenage-looking girl with black wavy hair and cat ears carrying some bags with groceries inside. She examined the surrounding and exclaimed, "What are all you people doing inside my house!?"
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So, what does happen? Does Tsuzuki save Shima? Does he even care? Well, since almost nobody reads this story except for my friend who I am writing about, you going to find out next time! Buah ha hahahahah!
