She stalked away, swaying as much as possible for the janitor's benefit, and sat down on a rock quite far from the school to smoke a cigarette, which Larva had earlier tried unsuccessfully to lace with cyanide. She gagged nonetheless, enjoying filling her lungs with condensed tar, and exhaled happily, if a bit noisily.
"Hmmmm," she mused out loud, shifting on her rock, "my ass tells me I have sat here before." She peered up the slope to the top of a hill, one with trees and dirt and everything. "Mmmmm, hill hill hill hill hill", she sang quietly to herself. Thought hit her like an anvil, and she fell off her rock, a stone sailing where her head used to be and a muffled curse coming from the bushes. She got up, a lightbulb all but hovering over her head. "This hill! It was this hill!"
Thought abruptly left her, to find someplace else more worthwhile, and Himiko deflated like a balloon. "Uh........"
Miyu decided to help her out a little. She stepped out of a bush nearby with admonitions for Larva not to throw any more rocks, and deftly kicked Himiko in the ass, sending her skidding up to the top of the hill. She came to rest at the top, a large clearing showing her a large clearing. "Hmm," she said, "a large clearing," nodded to herself, and turned to leave. She was stopped by a sound like a dozen butch Japanese schoolgirls wailing at her and beating each other with wooden paddles. She turned, and there was a house in middle of the clearing, the sky streaked dramatically with red and black.
"Ooooooooooh," commented Himiko. She examined the house. It was of traditional Japanese post-war style, dilapidated, and almost completely an unhappy shade of gray. Definitely haunted. Himiko walked up and rang the doorbell. There was no answer. Hiniko rang again, then went and peered in the windows, inquiring if anybody was home. She went back to ring the doorbell again, and Miyu appeared behind her, exhaling impatiently and shoving Himiko through the door with her foot. She then disappeared, readying all her creepy-making effects. Himiko stopped just inside the door, where the floor was raised a few steps, and three pairs of shoes lay, one belonging to a young girl, the others made for larger feet. She decided it would be too much work to tug off her slut-boots, and simply swayed her way up the stairs. One of the shoes flew up to smack against her ass, and she whirled to confront...nothing. Larva silently and maniacally giggled. This wasn't one of Miyu's creepy-making effects, and she went and briefly pummeled him for spoiling the mood. Himiko's attention span couldn't hold for that long, so she continued up the stairs to stop and stare dimly at some paintings. Miyu waited patiently for her to finish. After ten minutes drool was making a steady train down Himiko's chin. Miyu crept close and whispered surreptitiously, "They're paintings."
Himiko was startled out of her revere. "Oh........" she commented brightly. Miyu beat her head against the wall across the room, drawing Himiko's attention. She walked over to that side of the room, Miyu trailing behind, and stopped by a door. "Nice door," she remarked, and turned to leave. Miyu caught her arm and gave her a little push toward the door.
"But the door has a TABLE in front of it!" Himiko wailed ignorantly. On the table rested a tiny stoppered vial containing a dark red liquid. Miyu sighed angrily. "Larva!" Larva leaped eagerly to help Himiko, grasping the back of her head gently, then bashing it against the table, smashing the tiny vial and smearing the liquid onto Himiko's forehead. She straightened. "Ow."
Miyu smiled thankfully at Larva, who traipsed happily back to his corner. Himiko turned to look at Miyu expectantly. Miyu held her hand out to the door, palm up. Himiko continued to stare helplessly. Miyu gestured to the door. Himiko still stared. Miyu pointed to the door, miming opening it with her other hand. Himiko tilted her head slightly. Miyu reached out and placed Himiko's hand on the door latch, pushing gently to get it started. Himiko stared at her hand as if surprised to find it attached to the end of her arm. "OPEN THE DOOR!" Miyu yelled inconspicuously to the air above Himiko's head. Himiko peered above her, and Miyu flung the door open, pushing Himiko in. She halted when she smacked into a hard substance.
"Ow! AAAAAAAAUUUUWWWW!!!!!!" A very long, fake, manly scream came from Himiko, and Miyu smiled, settling down to her other creepifying things she had planned.
Himiko pointed to the room, boggling intelligently, and Miyu nodded helpfully. "The room!"
Miyu nodded.
"Ice? Glass? The room is filled with glass?"
Miyu stared at her and smiled her creepy smile. "Those are-"
Himiko refused to be diverted. "Glass? Glass? It's glass, isn't it? Is it glass? I'll bet it's glass. It looks like glass. It has to be glass! Or ice! Is it ice? Ice? Glass? AAAAAH!!" Himiko knelt down clutching her head. "Just tell me!"
Miyu sighed. "It's saran wrap."
Himiko brought her head up. "Oh."
Miyu tried to get back into creepy-making mode. "Those are-"
"So it's not glass?"
"No!"
"Sure looks like-"
"I know! Those are my parents."
"Oh."
"They're-"
"Why are they on the ceiling?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I stapled them there!"
"Ew."
Miyu peered at Himiko and managed a smile. "Do you want eternal life?"
Himiko twitched. "Wha?"
Miyu giggled. "You do!"
"Nope."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't"
"Yes you do. I can see it in your....augh!"
"What?"
"Uuugh. I'm looking into you mind. You're weird. I'm not going to tell you my past, creep you stupid, throw you out and then make you forget everything I told you after all."
Himiko looked disappointed.
"By the way, I bit you when you were a child."
Himiko tilted back her head. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Hmmmm," she mused out loud, shifting on her rock, "my ass tells me I have sat here before." She peered up the slope to the top of a hill, one with trees and dirt and everything. "Mmmmm, hill hill hill hill hill", she sang quietly to herself. Thought hit her like an anvil, and she fell off her rock, a stone sailing where her head used to be and a muffled curse coming from the bushes. She got up, a lightbulb all but hovering over her head. "This hill! It was this hill!"
Thought abruptly left her, to find someplace else more worthwhile, and Himiko deflated like a balloon. "Uh........"
Miyu decided to help her out a little. She stepped out of a bush nearby with admonitions for Larva not to throw any more rocks, and deftly kicked Himiko in the ass, sending her skidding up to the top of the hill. She came to rest at the top, a large clearing showing her a large clearing. "Hmm," she said, "a large clearing," nodded to herself, and turned to leave. She was stopped by a sound like a dozen butch Japanese schoolgirls wailing at her and beating each other with wooden paddles. She turned, and there was a house in middle of the clearing, the sky streaked dramatically with red and black.
"Ooooooooooh," commented Himiko. She examined the house. It was of traditional Japanese post-war style, dilapidated, and almost completely an unhappy shade of gray. Definitely haunted. Himiko walked up and rang the doorbell. There was no answer. Hiniko rang again, then went and peered in the windows, inquiring if anybody was home. She went back to ring the doorbell again, and Miyu appeared behind her, exhaling impatiently and shoving Himiko through the door with her foot. She then disappeared, readying all her creepy-making effects. Himiko stopped just inside the door, where the floor was raised a few steps, and three pairs of shoes lay, one belonging to a young girl, the others made for larger feet. She decided it would be too much work to tug off her slut-boots, and simply swayed her way up the stairs. One of the shoes flew up to smack against her ass, and she whirled to confront...nothing. Larva silently and maniacally giggled. This wasn't one of Miyu's creepy-making effects, and she went and briefly pummeled him for spoiling the mood. Himiko's attention span couldn't hold for that long, so she continued up the stairs to stop and stare dimly at some paintings. Miyu waited patiently for her to finish. After ten minutes drool was making a steady train down Himiko's chin. Miyu crept close and whispered surreptitiously, "They're paintings."
Himiko was startled out of her revere. "Oh........" she commented brightly. Miyu beat her head against the wall across the room, drawing Himiko's attention. She walked over to that side of the room, Miyu trailing behind, and stopped by a door. "Nice door," she remarked, and turned to leave. Miyu caught her arm and gave her a little push toward the door.
"But the door has a TABLE in front of it!" Himiko wailed ignorantly. On the table rested a tiny stoppered vial containing a dark red liquid. Miyu sighed angrily. "Larva!" Larva leaped eagerly to help Himiko, grasping the back of her head gently, then bashing it against the table, smashing the tiny vial and smearing the liquid onto Himiko's forehead. She straightened. "Ow."
Miyu smiled thankfully at Larva, who traipsed happily back to his corner. Himiko turned to look at Miyu expectantly. Miyu held her hand out to the door, palm up. Himiko continued to stare helplessly. Miyu gestured to the door. Himiko still stared. Miyu pointed to the door, miming opening it with her other hand. Himiko tilted her head slightly. Miyu reached out and placed Himiko's hand on the door latch, pushing gently to get it started. Himiko stared at her hand as if surprised to find it attached to the end of her arm. "OPEN THE DOOR!" Miyu yelled inconspicuously to the air above Himiko's head. Himiko peered above her, and Miyu flung the door open, pushing Himiko in. She halted when she smacked into a hard substance.
"Ow! AAAAAAAAUUUUWWWW!!!!!!" A very long, fake, manly scream came from Himiko, and Miyu smiled, settling down to her other creepifying things she had planned.
Himiko pointed to the room, boggling intelligently, and Miyu nodded helpfully. "The room!"
Miyu nodded.
"Ice? Glass? The room is filled with glass?"
Miyu stared at her and smiled her creepy smile. "Those are-"
Himiko refused to be diverted. "Glass? Glass? It's glass, isn't it? Is it glass? I'll bet it's glass. It looks like glass. It has to be glass! Or ice! Is it ice? Ice? Glass? AAAAAH!!" Himiko knelt down clutching her head. "Just tell me!"
Miyu sighed. "It's saran wrap."
Himiko brought her head up. "Oh."
Miyu tried to get back into creepy-making mode. "Those are-"
"So it's not glass?"
"No!"
"Sure looks like-"
"I know! Those are my parents."
"Oh."
"They're-"
"Why are they on the ceiling?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I stapled them there!"
"Ew."
Miyu peered at Himiko and managed a smile. "Do you want eternal life?"
Himiko twitched. "Wha?"
Miyu giggled. "You do!"
"Nope."
"Yes you do."
"No I don't"
"Yes you do. I can see it in your....augh!"
"What?"
"Uuugh. I'm looking into you mind. You're weird. I'm not going to tell you my past, creep you stupid, throw you out and then make you forget everything I told you after all."
Himiko looked disappointed.
"By the way, I bit you when you were a child."
Himiko tilted back her head. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"