褒め言葉 Homekotoba Compliments
I groan. The lights suck. It hurts. I roll over to hide my face further into my blankets and away from the source of light but something grabs my wrists and before I know it, I'm falling.
My nose is broken. I mumble incoherently at the pain and groan at some of my blood that drips down my chin.
Someone kicks me, probably the same person who threw me to the floor. Rude.
I blearily opened my eyes to the presence above me and gape.
It's the lady! ...She might not actually be a lady though now that I take a closer look and am not exactly that drowsy anymore.
Pain is a good motivator to get me out of bed apparently.
It's a guy if that Adam's apple an accurate gender giveaway. Also, those shoulders are a bit broad for it to be a lady.
Still, quite pretty for a guy. I can't be blamed though, most guys don't have straight long black hair and such a pale and feminine complexion. Those eyes are also enthralling. Sparkling gold, with a slit-like one of my cats.
Oh god, where am I? I'm not home. What about my cats?!
I must have grumbled that last bit out loud as the pretty guy glares down at me with his fingers twitching like they want to choke me.
Please don't. I try to say that nervously but nothing comes out. What?
I try to stand up, only to immediately tumble down. Ow.
The pretty guy who threw me to the floor and broke my nose surprisingly offers a hand. Not really thinking, I took his hand. It's cold.
He easily pulls me up and pinches the nose bridge of his face with the same hand in annoyance and starts speed firing out some odd sounding words I don't really recognise. He has a pleasant voice to match his face though.
After a moment, he stares expectantly at me and I stare back.
Is he expecting me to reply? I don't think we speak the same language. I also apparently can't speak. I try to mime the fact that I can't speak by opening my mouth, moving it like it should be able to produce sounds but nothing's coming out.
Sharply, he turns around and beckons at me with his fingers to follow him.
It's a bit annoying, but I don't really have a choice. So, I walk after him I'm also just hoping this is a dream.
What a weird dream though, I don't think I've ever seen such a good looking androgynous person before.
音楽 Ongaku Music
"Okay, fine. Everything looks legitimate…"
"Good to hear you approve of our work, Serena."
"So, what I don't get is that you'll help me even after curing me?"
"Yes, that's what this program is all about. Revitalize, Reintegrate, Resume."
"So I'm in the Reintegrate bit now? What's Resume?"
"Yes, and… it's best we tell you after we complete Reintegrate."
"How long will that take?"
"That depends entirely on you, Serena."
"...Well, okay then. By the way, I can't tell if I'm hearing things but is someone singing in the next room?"
"That's correct."
"Could I see them? Who is it?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Ugh."
"Don't worry, you'll join the singing yourself soon enough."
"Singing is a part of the Reintegrate phase?"
"Yes, don't worry. It'll be simple. Now, try to tune your voice with the notes I'll play on the flute."
元気 Genki Healthy/Energetic
"You're back." The surprise seeps into your voice and you grimace at revealing that. Damn it. The sleep deprivation is getting to you. So is the food and water deprivation. There are no windows, so you can't tell how many days it's been. But it must have been days. It feels like at least 24 hours must have passed for your entire body to feel so sore and cramped stuck on a chair like this.
If you don't give them what they want, you drearily realise, they'll kill you. They won't wait. You're just a pawn. Nothing.
You grit your teeth and the pain brings back a rush of adrenaline you haven't felt in a while.
It's all or nothing. You surmise in the back of your mind as she takes a seat in front of you again like her last visit. Your fingers itch and half of a handseal is already formed, you're more than ready to further exhaust yourself if you could get out of here alive.
No smile is present on her face this time but in comparison to you... You're sure she's better off, at least she seems well fed. Pale, but has a good amount of meat on her bones.
Cannibalism? Your mind prods at you and you grin.
"I am." She finally responds. "This is your last chance."
"For?" You really can't restrain yourself even in situations like these. "What exactly do you want from me anyway? You didn't mention that yet."
Your words apparently took her by surprise if the widening of her copper eyes and small opening of her mouth and plump lips tell you that something had slipped her mind.
It was only for a second and she seems to recompose herself into a neutral look in a seeming instant. You're a bit jealous but that's mainly because you're being held prisoner and you can't really think clearly through this haze of exhaustion you're experiencing.
Kind of worse than that time you had food poisoning since then at least you weren't as incapacitated as you are now.
Your train of thoughts was popped into non-existence by the woman's soft-spoken words. "You really do know nothing."
You blink your eyes open from closing, taking one look at the pity in her eyes and closed your eyelids again as darkness took you.
Author's notes:
This really is an exercise in writing btw, I find placing some sort of limit helps the muse going. I pick random Japanese words (no take-backsies) and use them as to how to write the drabbles. (Except the chapter names, that I pick after writing the drabbles)
There's a general plot being followed too (don't worry I'm not writing this dilly-dally I swear) but that won't really show until a lot more chapters later.
I hope you enjoy!?
