3) Social casualties incriminate self-knowledge

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It is now the most humiliating, twice the frustrating, match in the history of his undertakings. Barely responsive to emotions with no significant bearings, Tezuka has never foreseen being in a bottomless pit such as his current source of irritation is proving to be. Meanwhile he tried to redirect his attention to the vital means he knew are priorities but more than once his attention has been misled and incapacitation is compromising. Tezuka decided to go in a defense mode because he doesn't know how to attack this problem yet. Like all battles he knew he has to practice logic and action simultaneously. But needless to say, action is useless. Logic is useless. With this aggravating fiend of a woman, every effort is wasted.

What is her game?

"So you pursued Wilde after all."

Tezuka kept his gaze just for a while on the book he was reading before looking up again, composure impenetrable (or at least he tries to show that.) "Yes, sempai. Upon and despite your recommendation and warning, I still think the book is very remarkable."

"Haven't finished it, kouhai-san?" something about the way her tone sounded when she dropped that reference to his person made him frown slightly.

"Not yet but in three days I would."

The library was empty except for the librarian, four young girls chatting in a corner and the two of them. Agano occupied a seat in front of him and she was gazing at him like he was something to fuzz about. He recognized this kind of treatment from many people despite his lack of interest. He's very popular, apparently. But the older girl's stare differed from what he's used to. It has the same effect of intimidation but it's more subtle and more implicating.

Tezuka remembered what Inui advised him. He thought about this and he knew there's really nothing wrong or weird about talking to Agano. Her manner and that atmosphere she creates are definitely perplexing but hardly evil. That's it, Tezuka is just overreacting and second-guessing himself. But there's no safe bet he should let his guard down, he never had.

"Has anything been well for you lately, sempai?" Tezuka asked politely and meant it.

"This abrupt curiosity in my welfare doesn't concern me but yes, I've been getting closer with my students and I'm enjoying the tennis club of yours. You have excellent players in this school." She talked in a bored tone and she was slouching and her head was almost meeting the table. Her eyes remained on his though.

"I supposed you will be watching the practice this afternoon?"

Agano raised her head and stretched her arms up carelessly and then placed her hands on top of the table, eyes leaving him for a minute. "Yes. I made sure to finish whatever files I have to submit next week just so I can relax and have some private time."

Tezuka sighed. Good, this doesn't feel strange anymore. The creepy feeling was a fleeting moment after all and it shouldn't worry him. This is a student-teacher. She is a fan of the tennis club. Tezuka is Tezuka. He doesn't care because this doesn't make him feel odd anymore.

She looked back at him. "I could walk with you. Your practice starts by now, right, Tezuka-kouhai-san?"

"Yes." He closed the book and shoved it carefully inside his bag. He stood up and observed her, sitting there and yawning.

"So can I walk with you?"

"Do as you please, sempai." That was neither an invitation nor a rejection.

Agano walked a few steps behind him and she was quiet for a long time until they reached the court. She asked. "Ryoma-san is one of your players. I've never really seen him play in a match. I spot him practicing alone after our class but that's it. Will he play a match against somebody? I'd really like to see."

He stopped walking. He debated on facing her. This is weird again. She seemed different. She seemed too polite and casual and it bothered him. That doesn't just happen, does it? Considering his first impression about her, Tezuka wasn't ready to admit he was wrong about her aura. She is definitely something to watch out for.

What's her game?

"Tezuka-kouhai-san?" The honorific is redundant but he didn't comment on it.

"Ah, sempai. We have scheduled mock matches today."

She went beside him and her stare made him look back at her. Tezuka just watched her face and waited for her to say something else. But she didn't. Instead, she turned away and watched the players in the court.

"Tezuka?"

He saw Inui approaching them. He waited. Inui glanced at the older girl and bowed his head as a courtesy of greeting.

"Sadaharu-san is taking notes again? Have you finished your experimental liquid refreshments? Those are gross but what the hell." Agano beamed at him and Inui shrugged his shoulders, opened his notebook and showed her something. Then they began talking in soft voices.

Tezuka blinked. That Inui...he already made a move across the chess board.

That Inui...why did Tezuka even...?

"Tezuka-kouhai-san," Agano began as she turned her head back at him. "Did you ever try the Inui juice?"

"Once." Tezuka simply answered.

"Repulsive, right? I'm sure it serves as an aphrodisiac to Sadaharu-san—" she briefly glimpsed at Inui who just smirked. "—but it's not pleasant."

"It's good for the body." Inui remarked.

Agano raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Of course. I'm terribly sure."

There it was again, the atmosphere of dread. Tezuka clenched his jaw and crossed his arms tightly. He looked straight ahead and tried to ignore her. He should have done that from the beginning. Mistake number one.

"Tezuka-kouhai-san? You look pale."

He felt Inui writing something down on his notebook. That guy...

"I'm fine, sempai."

"Has the Wilde gotten into you now, kouhai-san?"

"It would be very nice if you don't use both 'kouhai' and 'san' in addressing me. One is enough, sempai."

"Well, I'm not going to stop calling you that. I stick to my choices. I'm sure you know what conviction is, Tezuka-kouhai-san."

He was struck by the casual iciness of that remark. He didn't look at her but he was definitely irritated.

"You can return the favor, Tezuka-kouhai-san."

So this is her game, huh, trying to force him to do something he would think twice to do. Instill self-doubt on him. This is beyond waste of time. Maybe he should walk away but he could feel Inui observing them and maybe gathering data and he needs a logic like that so he engaged more of this nonsense for the sake of that.

"I see," Tezuka answered. "Agano-sempai-san."

She suddenly walked in front of him because he refused to make eye contact but now he couldn't look away as she stood there, blocking his view.

"Now, that wasn't so hard. Thank you for the humility, Tezuka-kouhai-san."

Tezuka tried to stay firm and impassive as he responded. "It's a pleasure, Agano-sempai-san."

He can feel Inui scribbling down with his pen, muttering something. Whether he was gathering data on them or on whatever match is going on in the court, Tezuka didn't want to know. He wished Agano would go away now.

"Not yet it is." Agano went back on her place between Tezuka and Inui.

"Which is, sempai...san?" Tezuka tried not to grit his teeth when he said that.

"Your pleasure." Agano remarked. "We're not there yet, kouhai-san."

Tezuka didn't want to look at her, wouldn't give her the satisfaction that that remark specifically bothered him. He wondered what Inui thought about that. He would gladly find use with his interpretation. This is becoming confusing...not to mention he could obsess over this. He can't. He has to concentrate on tennis and the Nationals. And his left arm...still has a lot of healing and working to do.

"Tezuka, I have to go somewhere with Kaidoh. I'll be back." Inui announced and to Tezuka is sounded more like, relax, she won't eat you, I will be coming back for you so just keep calm. And he didn't like it. He nodded his head to dismiss Inui.

"Is Ryoma-san playing next after this?"

"No. Momoshiro and Kikumaru are up next."

"This can get really intense. You know I haven't been in a real tennis match before."

"We have the next upcoming match with Hyotei Gakuen."

"Oh? I should definitely be there! Will you be playing?"

Why are they talking like this now? This is just...Tezuka sighed and nodded.

"Great! Maybe you can show me some of those moves you were known for. I've only heard about them although I enjoyed the Zero Shiki Drop-Shot before."

Tezuka wasn't surprised. He wasn't sure he could trust everything she says especially the part when she said she hasn't been to a tennis match before. That sounded suspicious. And she's only been here for a month so how could she figure out about his techniques and other so-so about tennis if she's new to all of this? Maybe he should stop thinking and just see how he could trap her—

his Drop Shot?

He looked at her now. "Agano-sempai, why do you know about my drop shot?" I haven't used that in practices.

Agano didn't say anything. She was humming something. And then she sneezed and excused herself. Tezuka frowned deeply. He was about to ask again.

But she replied. "I try to keep track of activities of the object of my fascination, Kunimitsu-kun."

Tezuka gritted his teeth this time but he didn't respond. He kept his eyes back on the court. Declaring that aberration was really pissing him off and switching from 'kouhai-san' to addressing him with his first name and attaching 'kun' is just plain obnoxious. At least she addressed both Inui and Echizen with a 'san' even with first names. She's trespassing the barricades he built and he absolutely cannot let her go any further. He's going to end this now. No more mind games. Mistake number two.

"It's sad."

Tezuka looked at her. Her face looked lost for a while and she looked at him, her expression solemn.

"What do you mean?"

"That I waited this long to talk to you. Remember when I said I've never watched Ryoma-san play? Well, I have. I saw the two of you playing against each other on that abandoned tennis court below the train tracks weeks ago. I was instantly hooked up, you might say."

"So you lied."

"Give me the benefit of the doubt, Kunimitsu-kun."

Tezuka wanted to cut her off but he tried to listen patiently.

"You inspired Ryoma-san to work for something larger than himself, Kunimitsu-kun. You drove him to the edge while pushing your own limits. You gave him direction because you saw a piece of yourself in him and you want him to evolve. You're an exceptional individual, Kunimitsu Tezuka."

This sounded like flattery but it sounded very sincere as well that Tezuka forgot that he was supposed to tell her off. He just stared at her. Her eyes were closed just like the first time he met her in the library when she shook his hand which turns out something she did to know if he's real...

...what's her game?

Agano smiled and then she turned to him. Her eyes were a deep shade of black and they hold a lost expression, a daze disposition. He couldn't look away once he was sucked into them. And the atmosphere she created, the mix of dread and confusion, the reasons why he loathed her at first sight, why he felt ridiculed and challenged, why he felt excitement and aggravation and why, whatever this is, it stings...

...he understood now.

"I don't want to stay away from you, Kunimitsu Tezuka."

Her voice, her eyes and the way her hands clutched together as she looked at him, sorrowful and hopeful, Tezuka was scared of his own emotion abandoning him.

"Why?" he managed to ask silently as he just stared and got lost himself.

"Because," she began and paused. Then she tried again. "Because—because like Basil Hallward to his Dorian Gray, I found something I can't give up, something that's immaculate."

"Pardon?" He almost took a step back.

"I'm an artist too and you—perfection. I have to get that quality. You inspire me, Tezuka-san!" The look on her face was unrepressed joy and he was tempted to take a step back when he saw it.

The paradoxical revelation of it all is that he understood and didn't at the same time.

The uncomfortable intensity going back and forth between them overflowed and hit him hard and he didn't know what to call it or how to react to it, how to fend himself off from its greedy hands. Tezuka breathed in and out, still locked in her eyes. His head felt heavy but he didn't mind the buzz. His face was shaken from the usual passive façade but he didn't mind the exposure. She knew all of this, didn't she? No need to question her. It's not like he can do anything to get away. Her confession is a threat to his welfare but it's not as dangerous or as inviting as it occurred to him now. There was nothing that could have prepared him for this. No, this is one of those brutal, inevitable things you can't control. To his deepest frustration, he couldn't control this.

"Tezuka-kouhai-san?" she was back to normal somehow as if that massive force didn't affect her like it did him. She was looking at him, puzzled. "I hope I didn't shock you much. I don't want you to get the wrong idea, is all."

Tezuka regained his composure as quickly as he could. He can do this. Don't panic. "You made yourself clear, Agano-sempai-san."

Agano nodded and looked back at the court. "Oh! Ryoma-san's turn!"

"Excuse me, I have to get something." He has to get back his poise. Tezuka didn't wait for her response and immediately headed to the locker room.

He sat on the bench and clenched his fists on his lap. He closed his eyes. He wondered if maybe Inui was hiding and he saw all of that and he wondered what insights could he give to enlighten his body language just now. He didn't know it himself. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him. Kunimitsu Tezuka isn't that pathetic.

That girl...she said she wasn't expressing romantic interest in him and whatever her motive is it caught his attention. The worst matter is he has no idea what the motive is and why it was successful in catching him off-guard. Shit, he let his guard down, didn't he? Did she see it?

This isn't him. That wasn't him. This is bad.

He replayed the conversation with Inui, if that girl excites him. Was it that? No, it couldn't be. He refuses to acknowledge a stupid thing has occurred to him.

But he felt it. Right there...in the section Inui requested to point once. Standing there in front of Iku Agano, he felt something propelling upwards and snaking its way up to his chest and throat, spurting a bitter, acidic taste he could almost compare when he drank the Inui Juice, even worse. Then from his mouth, it slides to his arms and fingers and toes. That horrible, icky feeling, Tezuka guessed, like nausea but it's not.

In his gut. The loins, as Wilde described in one chapter he couldn't remember. It's supposed to disgust him and it did but more than anything...yes, it excited him. Is this what Dorian Gray felt when he was hailed for his aptness?

Tezuka opened his eyes wide and rested the back of his head on the wall. Could it be...is this what his grandfather once discussed about...when he started to be on that stage of adolescence that he never considered would happen to him...because he is Kunimitsu Tezuka. But bam, here it is. Mistake number three.

Hormones? Lust? God forbid, just the spoken word of it! He's not feeling well.

This isn't him. No. It couldn't be him.

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Iku Agano was still there even after Echizen's match was finished. Tezuka saw her talking to Echizen and the boy was telling her something. They both looked pleased. Well, she is his teacher in whatever subject she's teaching. Then Echizen left and started walking off with Momoshiro. Tezuka looked for Inui but couldn't find him.

"Tezuka-kouhai-san!" Agano rushed towards him. Tezuka stood still just as he practiced back inside the locker room. His posture was perfect, giving the vibe of detachment, his arms crossed on his chest, his eyes sharp and unreadable. This is his normal pose before she almost penetrated to it. Almost.

This isn't going to end in her terms, Tezuka will make sure of that.

"So how about walking me to my apartment? It's not far from here. It's dark and I don't think a lady should be walking alone if that is the case. I'd ask for Sadaharu-san because his house is close to where I live. He's not here. And I know your house is close to where I live as well, just a few blocks away. So will you walk me?"

"Yes." Tezuka responded after she finished. She looked surprised. But then she smiled. After getting their things, they started walking.

"This is a highly interesting development. It seems like you're contented around me. Or am I making fast assumptions? You're still grim."

Tezuka allowed her to talk, let her wonder. He's not going to give her the chance to attack him with her cleverness anymore.

"I think I'm going to bring a sketch pad in the Hyotei match you told me about so as I observe you play in your usual fluid grace, I can proceed to draw at the same time." Agano was looking at him as she was beside him but he didn't look back.

Let her keep talking.

"And by the way, I don't know where this match is going to unfold so will you accompany me? Or should I ask Sadaharu-san in your stead?"

Tezuka made a turn to the right and she followed.

"Kunimitsu-kun?"

Agano withdrew from her steps and Tezuka stopped just a yard away from her, his back completely poised and still.

"I must say this is becoming a bit eerie, the way you seem to be acting right at this instant, Kunimitsu-kun." Agano remarked, her tone impatient. "Perhaps I could walk alone from here. I'd rather go by myself if this behavior of yours is likely to worsen."

She started walking ahead and Tezuka grabbed her wrist and she looked back.

"Tezu—" she froze.

"The match would be two weeks from now, sempai, and I guarantee to show you my best game. Take my word for it."

Agano said nothing. Tezuka didn't let go of her.

"And if you don't like to stay away from me then I won't force you to."

He loosened his grip. He looked evenly into her eyes. "I'm going to explain this once and for all so you don't get the wrong idea."

Agano faced him now, listening.

Tezuka adjusted his eyeglasses with his other hand and then he spoke, "I despise you for reasons unknown to me, sempai-san. I hate you because quite frankly, there is no appropriate feeling that suits more but that. I could tolerate you for as long as I can but please be reassured that whatever future kindness coming from me you might misunderstand is meaningless."

Agano's lips formed into a smirk that made his stomach itch.

He continued. "You should remember this and nothing else. That is I hate you and meeting you is a tragic interference I will compensate for."

He let her go completely. His hand wanted to stay involuntarily around her wrist and maybe twist it around...just press her until she bends. Tezuka welcomed the urge but remained wary of it nevertheless.

"I say this, Kunimitsu Tezuka," Agano answered. "I'm bound to hold a fascination for you simply because you're a stoic and I feel it is a duty of mine to make you squirm."

She crossed her arms but not in a defiant way. Agano held his stare and then she chuckled. She rubbed the top of her head and added, "If you hate me, you're finally familiar with this wicked sense of longing, are you not?"

His thoughts raced madly and he tried to sort them out as he watched the glint in her eyes deepening and pulling him but he would make sure submitting to it would be more difficult to her than it is with him.

"I don't know what you speak of but let's assume that I do." What was that in his tone just now that made him shiver? Did she catch that? Was that him welcoming seduction and thrusting it back at her?

"You're becoming a man, Tezuka." Agano looked at his face and then down on his entire torso, taking her time and Tezuka didn't budge, insolently standing still.

He expected this. They're finally making sense of the chaos.

"I hope to see you tomorrow." Tezuka slightly turned to his side to walk away. "Have a good evening, Agano."

He left there because she already made it clear that she will head home alone and he went back to his place in the world and prepared himself for the annihilation he knew will come but she's not the only one who has the big guns.

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As soon as he got home, Tezuka stayed inside the bathroom for an hour and a half, contemplating while under the warm water in the bathtub. He ascended minutes after and breathed in and out. He ran his fingers through his damp hair as his other hand involuntarily caressed his stomach as it lowered down in the region he once was curious of playing with. He accidentally eavesdropped on his classmates talking about this habit they do when they lock themselves in their rooms. At first Tezuka barely understood but he figured it out later.

Appalled but slightly inquiring of how it must feel like to touch oneself like that, Tezuka decided to distract himself by helping to wash the dishes. His hands have to stay away from that prohibited area or he might just...

This time he didn't care. He's angry, embarrassed and aroused. The emotions soared inside him as he increased the speed of his hand moving while wrapped around his person. This is just like pumping a water gun...or maybe like cleaning the windshield wiper of his father's car. He shouldn't have made that comparison while doing this. Tezuka closed his eyes and tried not to imagine her face, tried not to picture that she-evil of a smile she had plastered everytime she reads through him.

What else could it be if not loathing?

No Iku Agano. Think of anything. Algebra. Christmas. Anything. This isn't supposed to feel good but the pleasure was irrevocably knee-weakening.

Dammit, Wilde was not a very wholesome book to read after all.

He released when the muscles of his arm felt droopy and he looked down and saw that he made a mess, the main achievement for that exercise. Tiny white beads appeared above the water, like grease unscrambling. Tezuka sighed and stood up, and reached for a towel. He knew boys do it once in a while. He's not an idiot but he did feel like a pervert.

He dried himself as he drained the water to wash away the scene of the crime because it's a filthy thing he just did, spreading that sticky, half-liquid, half-mucus-looking white mess. Tezuka shivered. Why is his bundle of nerves giving up on him all of a sudden? Tennis trained him for worst conditions. So what the hell, really?

He put on his boxers and sat on the bed as he dialed Fuji's number. He hasn't planned yet what to tell Inui so he can't call him. Fuji, he knew, would never judge him. He actually thought of Oishi first but he realized this is something he can't freely discuss with a guy like Oishi. Fuji is the next best thing.

Listen to him, with his lame options to avoid further perdition.

"Is there something you want, Tezuka?" Fuji's voice sounded accommodating as always. For a moment, Tezuka hesitated.

But only for a moment.

He put on his glasses back and glared at himself on the mirror in front of him.

"I know it's almost late but can you meet me at the park? I need to ask you something very important."

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He watched Fuji stare at the book cover with a complacent smiling face and then he turned the book to read the summary. Fuji looked at Tezuka and inquired. "I haven't read this but does this bear significance to the stress you're talking about?"

Tezuka frowned. It took a lot to admit to Fuji or anybody else that he's stressed. But he brought the book because he felt like it could give a clear perspective but seeing that he couldn't express what he's problem is then this book might as well been a death sentence. Not only is he confronted with an unpleasant conjuncture that maybe he shouldn't have read the darn book as that exacerbating woman warned him about but he is also risking something here: his sense of security. And he has no idea if he's talking to the right people. He could've made a mistake talking to Inui. Should he tell his grandfather? How could he burden him this? And Fuji seems a good option but Tezuka didn't like...hated to admit that he couldn't handle this all by himself.

He must have been silent for a while because Fuji peered at him worriedly and asked what's on his mind. Tezuka looked off and answered. "I don't know. Just really tired, I guess."

"I'm worried about you, Tezuka. You're more taciturn."

"I could get that way." Tezuka remarked, shrugging off the tone of concern from Fuji.

"Shall we do this indirectly? Would you rather prefer to communicate symbolically, beat around the bush and see if I can figure it out?" Fuji smiled wider.

That would have been either a joke or sarcasm but Tezuka didn't waste time figuring it out. He has to set this straight before it defeats him.

"Lately things were dragging me to many directions. The Intra-school ranking tournament is right around. I've prepared myself but I can't seem to wave off distractions like I used to."

Fuji sighed. "Well, are these distractions really big?"

"There's only one."

"Is this distraction big?"

"I can't say, really."

"How big is this distraction?"

"I don't know. What are you—"

"How small is this distraction then?" Fuji cut him off.

Tezuka slightly glared back at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm figuring what you're trying to say. When it comes to asking for advice which you rarely do, you can get vague and that's what you are now. We could keep it short but that would take you to go specifically on your problem which you don't want to do—"

"It's a girl!" Tezuka paused. Oops, he snapped. Great.

Fuji chuckled good-humoredly. "I see."

"What exactly?"

"I don't know what I'm looking at but I see it."

"Now who's being vague?"

Fuji sat closer to him on the bench and placed his hand on top of Tezuka's. God, he hates it when he does that. Tezuka ignored it and listened to what he has to say.

"Are you going to tell me who she is?"

"No."

"Can you tell me if you're crushing on her?"

Tezuka's jaw clenched a little and then he managed a curt "No."

"How is she distracting you then? Infatuation is the only possibility."

"It's not like that." It can't be like that. I'd rather drink Inui's—no, wait. I'd rather chew glass.

Fuji pouted and squeezed Tezuka's hand. It would seem like the purpose is to comfort him but it only made Tezuka's nerves jump. He didn't take his hand off anyway because he doesn't want to seem like this physical contact is rattling him.

"I can't tell you what to do, Tezuka. Actually I don't know what kind of advice you want me to give you." Fuji looked at his face carefully. Tezuka looked back.

Tell me I'm not going crazy. "Read the book and tell me what you think about it."

Fuji chuckled again. "Well, that's very kind of you."

"It's a good book."

"But it somehow affected you the wrong way?" Fuji asked.

Tezuka stood up and slid his hand way unnoticed from Fuji's grasp. "Maybe."

"Vague, vague, vague." Fuji shook his head as he chuckled louder. "You're one inscrutable individual, Tezuka. You don't smile often either."

"I smile." Tezuka responded as he started to walk and Fuji followed him.

"Oh? Don't you need to grow new muscles for that? I heard they don't grow overnight."

"You would know this because yours exercise daily and don't even take a rest." Tezuka crossed his arms and continued to walk ahead, hearing Fuji laugh this time.

"Mine should take yours sometime to the gym then."

"You're a weird person, Fuji." Tezuka shook his head and relaxed a little. His left arm is tingling slightly but his joints will be fine by tomorrow.

"Says the book reader." Fuji raised the Wilde material in view and Tezuka scoffed silently and walked faster.

Everything we know now can change in an instant, his grandfather told him.

Everything. In an instant.

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FOOTNOTES (To clarify perspectives)

--The main focus of this story is Kunimitsu Tezuka and Sadaharu Inui comes second. The plot will explore how they interact with the opposite sex as teenagers who, just like everybody else, will have to deal with adolescent, libidinal problems that might affect their devotion to tennis. The purpose of my OC Iku Agano is to both explore and exploit that situation.

--The chapters will alternate between POVs of Tezuka and Inui as you may have noticed. Iku Agano will have no POV whatsoever of her own and it's up to the two meganes to interpret her character and yes, as the story progresses, they will have different recognitions of her. So you can regard Agano as just a participant. But she will be a huge part of the story, by context but it will remain Tezuka and Inui's worlds and she is the 'female substance' of the interaction.

--Set before Tezuka's big match with Atobe when he completely injured his arm. I find myself breathless when I watched that match so I would like to explore the psychology behind Tezuka's current state of mind at that time if we add Iku Agano to the mix. The OC, as I have written in the summary, will damage him in ways you just have to watch out for.

--Prevalent sexual tension that I will keep sizzling, a question of one's sexual preference will get intense and symbolic innuendoes will be thrown in and I hope you will be entertained (and disturbed) by them. There's a reason I chose Oscar Wilde's "Picture of Dorian Gray" and many other literary books I will refer to us we move along. As for question of a romantic subplot or a love triangle, I will think about it.

--My prose is not perfectly elegant since I'm a struggling writer finding her deepest core but this story has good moments of creativity. This is an experimental literature outside my Death Note fandom.

Thank you very much for reading.