Hey Everybody,
Okay so I know it's been a while. A realllyyy long while, in fact. Probably like four or five months. I didn't forget about this story. It's just kind of been on the back burner. Life has been pretty crazy, and I guess I had other priorities. I know! I'm ashamed!
Anyways, I'll start updating more often now.
Promise :)
"Stupid, Stupid, Stupid..." I mumble to myself for the thousandth time this evening. My inherent need to know the truth always seems to dominate over everything else. Why? Why couldn't I just have stayed put under my lovely, warm covers instead of deciding to come skulking out here in the middle of the night?
As I make my way around the 9th squad's building, I come to a gradual halt. Pressing my not-so-easily-concealed body against the damp stone of its wall and trying my darnedest not to make a sound, the low murmur of voices makes it way to my ears. I close my eyes. Please, let me be imagining his voice. Let this all be simply a product of my overactive imagination.
"I'm glad you finally agreed to meet me here." A sugary voice purrs, barely audible beneath the incessant chirp of restless crickets.
My breathing creeps dangerously close to hyperventilation. I cannot believe this.
"Alright," A voice replies, unnerved and ill at easy. "I'm listening"
Shiro-chan, what are you doing?
My eyes sting with the unpleasant sensation of suppressed tears. I clamp a trembling hand over my mouth, feeling as though I may cry out in pain at any second. I knew this would be the sight I'd encounter if I followed them. I knew it. So why am I so shocked now? I've heard similar conversations all the time. In my imagination. So none of them were real, granted. Only guesses. But it appears I wasn't far off my mark...
My breath catches with a start. Before I have time to react, even register what's happening, strong hands yank me up from above. I struggle uselessly, trying to disentangle my arms from my attacker's firm grip. I taste, rather than feel, a dirty gag being forced into my mouth.
"Naughty, naughty." An eerily familiar voice mutters huskily. "You shouldn't be eavesdropping on people's conversations, you know. Chances are you may hear things that aren't meant for your ears."
Oh god.
Izuru kneels beside me and runs his calloused thumb down the length of my jaw. His eyes shine with a crazy, almost possessed look of amusement. Twisting his thin lips into a malicious smile, he appraises me approvingly. "Momo. I've missed your pretty face. Where've you been hiding?"
I could ask him the same. Izuru's presence has been in short measure over the past couple of months. Lord knows where he'd been lurking all this time. Though judging by his demeanour, it wasn't somewhere particularly pleasant.
Izuru pushes back his greasy bangs, and muses to himself quietly. "Mmmm, how fortunate I am. You're quite the catch. Leiko will be mighty pleased with me. " A disturbing smile suddenly lights up his gaunt face; I can practically see the horrible thought as enters his demented head. "I don't think she'd mind...if I gave myself a little reward for all my hard work. After all I've done for her. All these months. A thank you present for myself..."
Squeezing my shoulder painfully, he trails a finger over my collarbone and down my chest. Longingly. Ugh. I begin to squirm as forcefully as I can. There is absolutely no way I'm going to be felt up by such a perverted, awful creature. This is no longer the friend I was once so close with, back during my school days. Something is very wrong. I don't know what's happened to him, but I'm not interested in being his pleasure button. Though, I doubt I'll have much appeal when he finds out.
Won't be long now...
Izuru comes to a dead halt as his hand reaches my abdomen. Even if I can't ha-ha him aloud, my body seems quite capable of doing so itself. At six months, four days, it looks as though I've swallowed a moderately sized beach ball. There isn't going to be any questionable activity going on up here, unless girls with a bun in the oven give him the friskies. Yanking his hand back and looking for all the world as if he'd been slapped, Izuru hisses in disgust.
Didn't think so, buddy.
"Guess Leiko was right, then." He murmurs, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Didn't believe her. Though I've been wondering what her interest in a weak, no-named wash up like you was. Still doesn't make much sense to me though. Far as I'm concerned, you're still just damaged goods."
Before I can even begin making sense of this obscure statement, Izuru freezes. Rushing over to the edge of the roof, he leans precariously into the dark abyss below. I can hear it too.
Footsteps.
The sound of laughter, surprisingly close by, causes us both to jump. Of course, Captain Leiko and Shiro-chan. I had forgotten they were so nearby.
"Thank you again." That horrid, painstakingly lovely voice of hers again. "I'm grateful for your help, really."
I can almost picture Shiro-chan's uncomfortable stance as he mumbles his half hearted reply. "It's no problem. I suppose I'll try to get back within the week, depending on how long it takes me to locate its whereabouts."
What? He's leaving?
"That's quite alright; take as long as you need."
"Goodnight, then"
"Yes, goodnight. Shiro."
That...that revolting...that vile...how dare she...
Furiously, I begin once more to frantically struggle against my binds. But it's hopeless. Izuru laughs abrasively as he watches me wiggle around in vain. Leaning towards forward, until all I can see is that ridiculous smirk on his face, he addresses me with pure contempt, "Poor Momo. Guess its pretty tough having to watch him completely betray you like that, huh? It's alright though. I can assure you. There are much worse things to worry about right now."
He pats my belly gently, and I resist the overwhelming urge to throw myself at him. Instead, I try to burn a hole through him with my eyes. Narrowing them until they're thin slits, I attempt to channel all my pent up rage and anxiety into spontaneously combusting him. Unfortunately Izuru chooses this moment not to comply, preferring instead to gaze just past me over my shoulder.
But really. What does he mean by that? Is it a threat? Oh no. He can't mean that. If he does anything to hurt my...
"Well it looks as though you've finally done something right, Izuru!"
This can't be happening.
Unfazed by the backhanded compliment, Izuru glows with pride. "It wasn't easy, you know. She's a feisty one. But I came through for you, didn't I?"
"Yes, well." Captain Leiko's voice continues its irritated reprimand. "If you'd just secured her in the first place, it wouldn't have had to come to this. I'd rather not compromise the child's wellbeing with any potential violence. It could have been avoidable."
Izuru shrugs indifferently. But I can hardly breathe. The rise and fall of my chest is becoming more and more shallow. It's as though I've got a hundred pounds of brick weighing down on me. This feeling again. This awful, drowning in darkness. This liquid death pumping through my veins.
"Don't worry, Momo" Captain Leiko's soft assurance does nothing to ease my suffering. She pinches my cheek affectionately. "It'll all be over soon."
Plot's really gonna start rolling now.
I have some ideas that I hope I'll be incorporate into the story.
Review if you like ;)
