When she lowered her head, she was back in the hallway, with the janitor staring at her again. She smiled at him, and he stuck his mop back in his bucket for a response, mildly exciting Himiko. She swayed out into the open, noticing intelligently that it was still raining slightly. She swayed back to her car, and climbed inside. "Hmmmm........" she tilted her head to one side, thinking. It didn't help much, and she tilted it the other way. It didn't help at all, and she started the car and drove to someplace more amusing. That happened to be her apartment, so she went in. Miyu watched her, unnoticed, from her place on the ceiling. She watched Himiko strip off her wet clothes and stuff them under the sofa, and sway nakedly to the kitchen to make herself a cup of something hot, still wearing her slut boots.
After about twenty minutes of curses and burned potholders, Himiko emerged from the kitchen, cup in hand.
"You know, you're not supposed to heat up Kool-Aid."
Himiko jumped at Miyu's voice, spilling her drink on her still-naked body, producing a shriek. She dropped to the carpet and started to roll, like she had been taught in school. Miyu sighed and patiently waited for her to finish. Himiko finished, panting, and peered at the fireplace. She hummed a few bars of the thong song, and got up, retrieving her cup and turning to go back into the kitchen.
"Himiko?" Miyu ventured, since Himiko apparently had forgotten her presence. Himiko gave another start, dropping the cup. It shattered on her foot, and she howled, hopping around the room, clutching her foot and grinding the rest of the shards into her other foot. She tried to hop while holding both feet, at which point Miyu gave up her attempt and simply left Himiko's apartment to return to her realm and rape Larva, who didn't seem to mind too much.
The next day at school, Miyu was listening to a bunch of teeny-boppers who had procured the latest in schoolyard gossip.
"Oh yes, there was a cougar in Denny's two nights ago. It broke the toy-grabber and mauled one of the waitresses."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
Miyu rolled her eyes impatiently. "Hey, did you see the graffiti in the girl's room?"
"There's graffiti in the girl's room?!?"
"Yes, in one of the stalls."
"No!"
"Yes, really."
"No!"
"Yes, it's-"
"No!"
Miyu tried to gently steer them onto another topic. "I hear there's been an increased rate of attacks on the homeless."
"No!"
Miyu gave up and walked to the other side of the classroom.
Larva sat in Miyu's realm, lounging in one of the strange trees. They used to be lovely willows, but Miyu had failed to water them for some time, and their growth had been stunted. "Simply lovely," he murmured out loud, then glanced around to make sure Miyu wasn't there and listening. If she heard him say anything she considered remotely homosexual, she would take it upon herself to....er, 'turn him straight again'. Sometimes he would prance and speak with a lisp purposefully, just to bring it on himself. He smiled. Perhaps he would go to Suzie's tonight and steal a thong and a sailor's outfit. He giggled, practicing, and sighed happily. He began to get bored, so he left early for his usual schedule of stalking Himiko.
He lurked in the shadows, watching Himiko walk up to a house he assumed she had been asked to come to for a job. She stopped at the door, staring at a bunch of garlic that had been tied there.
"Hmm hmm," she giggled, "garlic. Hee hee. Garlic! Hee hee hee HAW HAWW HAW HAW HAW AAAAAAAAAAHH HAH HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW!!!!"
Larva marveled at this perfect image of human stupidity. Himiko giggled insanely on, drawing the occupants of the house out. They were a middle-aged Japanese couple, rather ugly, with funny-looking shoes. The mother approached Himiko hesitantly.
"Ahhh, you are the spiritualist Himiko?"
She was laughed down by Himiko, and backed off slowly. Larva hefted the stone he had picked up in his hand, and threw it deftly at Himiko, catching her in the back of the head and cutting off her laughter abruptly.
"Hummuh. Yes. I am Se Himiko. I am a spiritualist."
"I assumed."
"You have an unusual occurrence you would like me to investigate?"
"Er, that IS why we called you."
Himiko smiled at this piece of logic, and said, "Are you aware you have," she had to pause at this point, snorting with laughter, "a piece of garlic tied to your awning?"
The couple exchanged deranged glances, and the mother motioned Himiko inside. Larva followed silently.
Himiko sat across from the couple, probably so they could keep an eye on her.
"You know," said Himiko, "I am a professional, and I'll need to charge a fee for this assignment."
"But, we haven't told you what the problem is yet."
"Oh. Tell me then," said Himiko, cutting off the father, who was opening his mouth to tell her the problem.
The father related the problem. It seemed their daughter had been in a coma for sixty days now, and the doctors didn't know what was wrong. Himiko was mildly disgruntled that she was their last option, but was determined to solve the mystery. The couple led Himiko to a room with just a blanket and a pillow in the middle, a little girl occupying both of them. She was quite pretty, with red hair and an angelic face. She looked like she was sleeping rather than in a coma.
'Like sleeping beauty,' Himiko thought, and thus thought returned, her face brightening. She leaned over and frenched the little girl.
"AAAH!! What are you doing?!?" the father wailed, and pried Himiko off with a suction noise.
"I thought...well, you know, sleeping beauty?"
The father looked confused, and the mother said, "You think the doctors haven't tried that?"
"Oh, sorry." Himiko told the parents. "Sorry," she told the little girl. "Sorry," she told Larva in the corner, who looked startled for being noticed, then realized Himiko was addressing the garlic hanging outside the window. Himiko giggled at it for another couple minutes, and the mother began to creep toward the door.
"Well!" Himiko said suddenly, "There's something else I need to try!" She produced a dagger, to the apparent alarm of the parents, and jammed it into the ground next to the little girl's head. Or, that's what she meant to do. She laughed nervously, and pulled her knife out and moved it a bit more to the right, grinning shakily at the parents, who were giving her disapproving looks. She began the first few lines of an ancient chant taught to her to remove spirits and vapors from the body. She paused, trying desperately to remember the rest. Something that sounded like' ali-babba's zucchini keys'. She could feel the parent's eyes on her back, watching expectantly, so she just started babbling.
"Uh.......mmmmmmmmah! Boo! Zoo paw tuh kuh...uh...mwarf berf unk pwar......" The parents leaned forward, watching their little girl for a sign of motion, made more unlikely by the action of Himiko sticking a knife in her head, but they were still hopeful.
Later, lamenting over a cup of tea, Himiko tried to apologize about the knife thing.
"Er...you see, that doesn't always go like that..."
The couple thought she was apologizing for the failure, and dismissed it to Himiko, though privately they chalked it up to pure blind demented idiocy.
"So," Himiko said with a crooked smile, "what's with the garlic? Is the house stinky?"
"Uh...no. You see, there's been a series of vampire attacks in the last few days, and perhaps Aiko is one of it's victims...it couldn't hurt."
"Except for the smell. Wait! Did you say vampire?"
"Er, yes. There w-"
"Hush, Boqweesha!" cut in the father, "don't speak such rubbish! I'll have no such nonsense in my house!" That with a considering look at Himiko.
"No! Tell me."
"Ok. Well, there was this strange figure lurking around outside the house, all covered in robes despite the heat, and I just thought it strange."
Larva moved guiltily a little further into the corner.
"Hmmm," mused Himiko, "that DOES sound like a vampire!"
"As a matter of fact, the latest attack was a young junior high girl, not far from here."
"Ah-HA!" Himiko wailed, and fled from the house to investigate.
The father turned to his wife. "There wasn't a vampire attack near here."
"I wanted her to leave."
"Mama?" a small voice asked, and Aiko emerged from the next room, oblivious to the knife wound in her head. Her mother chucked her tea cup at her head, and she fell down, unconscious again.
"Come then, sweeting, let's get it on." The two parents faded from view, leaving Larva alone with the senseless little girl. Evil thoughts began to form in his mind, and he grinned and advanced on her.
Himiko ran as far as the front steps, and had to stop, panting heavily.
"Whew! I gotta go find......" Thought left her alone again, and she sagged. "Ooh. Um...." She turned to go back to the house, and peeked in the front door for a hint, just in case the parents were getting it on, or something. She only saw two untouched teacups, and a third laying on it's side by an indistinguishable black lump of cloth that had not been there before. She shrugged, and decided she would have to figure it out alone.
After about twenty minutes of curses and burned potholders, Himiko emerged from the kitchen, cup in hand.
"You know, you're not supposed to heat up Kool-Aid."
Himiko jumped at Miyu's voice, spilling her drink on her still-naked body, producing a shriek. She dropped to the carpet and started to roll, like she had been taught in school. Miyu sighed and patiently waited for her to finish. Himiko finished, panting, and peered at the fireplace. She hummed a few bars of the thong song, and got up, retrieving her cup and turning to go back into the kitchen.
"Himiko?" Miyu ventured, since Himiko apparently had forgotten her presence. Himiko gave another start, dropping the cup. It shattered on her foot, and she howled, hopping around the room, clutching her foot and grinding the rest of the shards into her other foot. She tried to hop while holding both feet, at which point Miyu gave up her attempt and simply left Himiko's apartment to return to her realm and rape Larva, who didn't seem to mind too much.
The next day at school, Miyu was listening to a bunch of teeny-boppers who had procured the latest in schoolyard gossip.
"Oh yes, there was a cougar in Denny's two nights ago. It broke the toy-grabber and mauled one of the waitresses."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
Miyu rolled her eyes impatiently. "Hey, did you see the graffiti in the girl's room?"
"There's graffiti in the girl's room?!?"
"Yes, in one of the stalls."
"No!"
"Yes, really."
"No!"
"Yes, it's-"
"No!"
Miyu tried to gently steer them onto another topic. "I hear there's been an increased rate of attacks on the homeless."
"No!"
Miyu gave up and walked to the other side of the classroom.
Larva sat in Miyu's realm, lounging in one of the strange trees. They used to be lovely willows, but Miyu had failed to water them for some time, and their growth had been stunted. "Simply lovely," he murmured out loud, then glanced around to make sure Miyu wasn't there and listening. If she heard him say anything she considered remotely homosexual, she would take it upon herself to....er, 'turn him straight again'. Sometimes he would prance and speak with a lisp purposefully, just to bring it on himself. He smiled. Perhaps he would go to Suzie's tonight and steal a thong and a sailor's outfit. He giggled, practicing, and sighed happily. He began to get bored, so he left early for his usual schedule of stalking Himiko.
He lurked in the shadows, watching Himiko walk up to a house he assumed she had been asked to come to for a job. She stopped at the door, staring at a bunch of garlic that had been tied there.
"Hmm hmm," she giggled, "garlic. Hee hee. Garlic! Hee hee hee HAW HAWW HAW HAW HAW AAAAAAAAAAHH HAH HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW!!!!"
Larva marveled at this perfect image of human stupidity. Himiko giggled insanely on, drawing the occupants of the house out. They were a middle-aged Japanese couple, rather ugly, with funny-looking shoes. The mother approached Himiko hesitantly.
"Ahhh, you are the spiritualist Himiko?"
She was laughed down by Himiko, and backed off slowly. Larva hefted the stone he had picked up in his hand, and threw it deftly at Himiko, catching her in the back of the head and cutting off her laughter abruptly.
"Hummuh. Yes. I am Se Himiko. I am a spiritualist."
"I assumed."
"You have an unusual occurrence you would like me to investigate?"
"Er, that IS why we called you."
Himiko smiled at this piece of logic, and said, "Are you aware you have," she had to pause at this point, snorting with laughter, "a piece of garlic tied to your awning?"
The couple exchanged deranged glances, and the mother motioned Himiko inside. Larva followed silently.
Himiko sat across from the couple, probably so they could keep an eye on her.
"You know," said Himiko, "I am a professional, and I'll need to charge a fee for this assignment."
"But, we haven't told you what the problem is yet."
"Oh. Tell me then," said Himiko, cutting off the father, who was opening his mouth to tell her the problem.
The father related the problem. It seemed their daughter had been in a coma for sixty days now, and the doctors didn't know what was wrong. Himiko was mildly disgruntled that she was their last option, but was determined to solve the mystery. The couple led Himiko to a room with just a blanket and a pillow in the middle, a little girl occupying both of them. She was quite pretty, with red hair and an angelic face. She looked like she was sleeping rather than in a coma.
'Like sleeping beauty,' Himiko thought, and thus thought returned, her face brightening. She leaned over and frenched the little girl.
"AAAH!! What are you doing?!?" the father wailed, and pried Himiko off with a suction noise.
"I thought...well, you know, sleeping beauty?"
The father looked confused, and the mother said, "You think the doctors haven't tried that?"
"Oh, sorry." Himiko told the parents. "Sorry," she told the little girl. "Sorry," she told Larva in the corner, who looked startled for being noticed, then realized Himiko was addressing the garlic hanging outside the window. Himiko giggled at it for another couple minutes, and the mother began to creep toward the door.
"Well!" Himiko said suddenly, "There's something else I need to try!" She produced a dagger, to the apparent alarm of the parents, and jammed it into the ground next to the little girl's head. Or, that's what she meant to do. She laughed nervously, and pulled her knife out and moved it a bit more to the right, grinning shakily at the parents, who were giving her disapproving looks. She began the first few lines of an ancient chant taught to her to remove spirits and vapors from the body. She paused, trying desperately to remember the rest. Something that sounded like' ali-babba's zucchini keys'. She could feel the parent's eyes on her back, watching expectantly, so she just started babbling.
"Uh.......mmmmmmmmah! Boo! Zoo paw tuh kuh...uh...mwarf berf unk pwar......" The parents leaned forward, watching their little girl for a sign of motion, made more unlikely by the action of Himiko sticking a knife in her head, but they were still hopeful.
Later, lamenting over a cup of tea, Himiko tried to apologize about the knife thing.
"Er...you see, that doesn't always go like that..."
The couple thought she was apologizing for the failure, and dismissed it to Himiko, though privately they chalked it up to pure blind demented idiocy.
"So," Himiko said with a crooked smile, "what's with the garlic? Is the house stinky?"
"Uh...no. You see, there's been a series of vampire attacks in the last few days, and perhaps Aiko is one of it's victims...it couldn't hurt."
"Except for the smell. Wait! Did you say vampire?"
"Er, yes. There w-"
"Hush, Boqweesha!" cut in the father, "don't speak such rubbish! I'll have no such nonsense in my house!" That with a considering look at Himiko.
"No! Tell me."
"Ok. Well, there was this strange figure lurking around outside the house, all covered in robes despite the heat, and I just thought it strange."
Larva moved guiltily a little further into the corner.
"Hmmm," mused Himiko, "that DOES sound like a vampire!"
"As a matter of fact, the latest attack was a young junior high girl, not far from here."
"Ah-HA!" Himiko wailed, and fled from the house to investigate.
The father turned to his wife. "There wasn't a vampire attack near here."
"I wanted her to leave."
"Mama?" a small voice asked, and Aiko emerged from the next room, oblivious to the knife wound in her head. Her mother chucked her tea cup at her head, and she fell down, unconscious again.
"Come then, sweeting, let's get it on." The two parents faded from view, leaving Larva alone with the senseless little girl. Evil thoughts began to form in his mind, and he grinned and advanced on her.
Himiko ran as far as the front steps, and had to stop, panting heavily.
"Whew! I gotta go find......" Thought left her alone again, and she sagged. "Ooh. Um...." She turned to go back to the house, and peeked in the front door for a hint, just in case the parents were getting it on, or something. She only saw two untouched teacups, and a third laying on it's side by an indistinguishable black lump of cloth that had not been there before. She shrugged, and decided she would have to figure it out alone.