Miyu sauntered down the halls, keeping her senses open for anything unusual, and also so she could monitor what Larva was doing, not because she didn't trust him, but because it was just so damn amusing. She stopped as she once again saw a picture of a dead slut with a pencil through her neck doodled on the wall. She shook her head at Larva's artistic abilities, and went to the supplies closet to look for clues. In a moment, Larva joined her, wearing his Playdough thong.
"It tastes salty," he said gravely at her questioning look.
She casually rammed her fist in his eye, and walked in amid the smell of the urine of small children and glue. She scanned the shelves and, at this point realizing that her particular job had absolutely no use for detective work, gave up and dragged Larva back home so she could see if Playdough really did taste salty.
Himiko blinked blearily, scratching her eyelids, since several large and annoying shards of glass seemed to have lodged themselves therein. 'Hmm..I don't remember getting contacts'. She got to her knees, swaying slightly, and pushed herself the rest of the way up using a large post-like object that had not been there a moment before. She peered up at it, despite several large rents in her retinas.
"Hmmmm....methinks this is perhaps a deck someone has misplaced." She then made her way to the police station to see if anyone had reported a missing deck and to perhaps claim a reward. She walked up to an important looking building that had vehicles with flashing lights parked out in front.
"Ah ha! Hmm, 'hospital'. This must be the place!" She waltzed into the automatic doors, since they refused to open for her. She tried again, then again, finally realizing that this course of action wasn't working, and that her nose was bleeding, and there was a rather large Wisk through her neck. She deduced that she needed some medical attention, and had a flash of thought just brief enough to realize that it was fortunate that she was at the hospital after all. Spying a doctor inside, she hurried toward him purposefully and broke her nose. She growled menacingly at the door, and tried to intimidate it by puffing out her cheeks. The doctor on the other side of the door had stopped to stare at her. She waved at him to get his attention more firmly, and broke her fingers. She howled, and decided to give up her pursuit of opening the door and just settled on punishing it. She backed up, howled again to give it a chance to defend itself, and rushed at it, stepping on the mat designed to open the door when someone did just what Himiko had just done. She went sailing towards the now-open door, and crashed into the doctor who had been staring at her. They fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
The doctor shook his head to clear it, spitting out a few shards of the glass tube full of frozen embryos he had been carrying, noticing they tasted slightly of shrimp. He was now closer to the young woman he had been staring at. Now he could get a better look at her, since before she had been obscured by a glass door with several cracks and smears of blood on it. He stared at her, plastered to his chest, then smiled and decided to let her wake up on her own, since she was still naked and his wife hated him, preferring instead to spend her nights with the conveniently shaped tubes of frozen embryos he brought home. He sighed, and brought his head back to rest on the ground, wondering if this naked woman was perhaps for sale.
Miyu was again slightly out of breath, and Larva was back in her realm, sleeping, still strapped to the tree where she had left him. She crossed the dimensions to float lightly onto her Tori gate, since it seemed as good a place as any to catch her breath and happily reflect on all the beastly things she had just done. She decided to count how many different bones were in her left ear, and promptly fell asleep.
Himiko blinked her eyes blearily, once again crawling back to consciousness for the second time that day. Her face was pressed to some sort of stiff white material that bounced slightly under her face, making her nose hurt more. Memory came trudging reluctantly back to lodge itself in her head.
"Aiieeeee! The Junior High!" She pushed herself off the chuckling doctor and ran headlong into the door, once again losing consciousness.
Larva, meanwhile was being followed by a small, pink bunny creature, which was beginning to get on his nerves, since he didn't have much of a chance to make it stop, being strapped to a tree as he was.
Himiko, for the third time that day, crawled painfully back to consciousness, muttering imprecations to herself, then muttering recipes, since nothing else came to her mind.
"I see dead people"
Himiko gave a start, dislodging several tubes which had formerly been lodged in her. She saw a rather ugly, yet completely plain doctor, with an auburn hairline that was receding, and a syringe tucked professionally behind one ear. "Am I dead?" Himiko asked fearfully.
The doctor looked up from his study of her open hospital gown. "What? Oh, not you, I was just making a general statement." Himiko nodded thoughtfully, and wondered why her body was in a brace.
"Why's my body in a brace?"
The doctor put a hand to his forehead. "Are you?" He leane obscenely close, inspecting her from head to toe before straightening slowly. "Well....." he grinned sheepishly, "How 'bout that?"
Himiko twitched, attempting a shrug in her harnesses. "I don't know. You'd have to ask someone with experience."
The doctor took a pen from his pocket and fiddled with it self-consciously. "Hey, um, would you like to maybe go out and get some shrimp later?"
Himiko made a face. "I don't like shrimp, they taste like embryos."
Doctor Nick threw down his pencil, rupturing Himiko's urine bag. "Well fine! I'll just give you a blood transfusion then!" He paused. "Or, I would, if we had any left."
Himiko twitched, in lieu of bolting upright. "You wha....?"
The doctor looked at her, hoping the intensity of his stare would simultaneously make her fear for her life and want to sleep with him. "Well, since I don't know you and it's none of your business, I suppose I can tell you the whole story!"
He then related to Himiko the unfortunate grocery cart accident a woman had suffered, injuring her toe. "I had to cut it off, since she volunteered and all, and well, since I guess she knew she was going to die, offered hers and her husband's blood for her daughter, and, well, to make a long story short, they're both dead now, and the daughter thinks she's a vampire."
"Ah-ha! I know a vampire whose parents are dead! That's it!" She jumped out of her bed, trailing her leaking urine bag behind her, failing to tell the doctor what 'it' was.
She rushed into the door, making her lose consciousness once again, prompting a helpful janitor to toss her helpfully out a window.
Which is why Himiko found herself sitting expectantly in front of Aiko's parents, ready to tell them she had found the source of their daughter's persistent unconsciousness.
"Hmm hmm hmm..." she giggled to herself. "I see dead people. That's a good one"
The mother's head jerked up. "You KNOW?!?" Her astonishment was not so much worry at being found out as amazement that Himiko had figured something out by herself.
"I KNOW?!?" Himiko wailed pitifully. "Why didn't you TELL me?" The father and mother exchanged looks, fading away to find a way to spice up their sexual afterlife.
"Ghosts? AW HELL!" She shouted, fleeing into the door, squashing a now once-again unconscious Aiko against it. She grabbed Aiko, trying to thrust her away, so she could saver her nearly naked ass, but the small girl hung on. Himiko stared down at her. The girl's eyes were open, and an unearthly light was shining in them. Himiko giggled and poked one.
"Gimme eat." Jed the janitor slammed his lunch tray apathetically against the counter, now that his daily regime of mopping, sweeping and possession had finally been completed. The lunch lady just as apathetically scraped a few congealed corn lumps onto his grotty tray, accepting the few quarters he flung at her, stuffing them down her shirt.
Jed sauntered over to the salad bar, finally deciding on raspberry and liver pudding and a dead kitten before dragging his miserable carcass over to a stained but clean table to shovel a few bits of food that had earlier been on the very same table but that had been scraped with a gray sponge into an old coffee can to be re-served the next day into his mouth. Just then, his beeper rang. He glanced at it angrily. "Aw hell!', he announced, and slid gracelessly out of the cafeteria, leaving the lunch lady to wonder why she had never noticed what a large, striking, worm-like God-demon he was.
"It tastes salty," he said gravely at her questioning look.
She casually rammed her fist in his eye, and walked in amid the smell of the urine of small children and glue. She scanned the shelves and, at this point realizing that her particular job had absolutely no use for detective work, gave up and dragged Larva back home so she could see if Playdough really did taste salty.
Himiko blinked blearily, scratching her eyelids, since several large and annoying shards of glass seemed to have lodged themselves therein. 'Hmm..I don't remember getting contacts'. She got to her knees, swaying slightly, and pushed herself the rest of the way up using a large post-like object that had not been there a moment before. She peered up at it, despite several large rents in her retinas.
"Hmmmm....methinks this is perhaps a deck someone has misplaced." She then made her way to the police station to see if anyone had reported a missing deck and to perhaps claim a reward. She walked up to an important looking building that had vehicles with flashing lights parked out in front.
"Ah ha! Hmm, 'hospital'. This must be the place!" She waltzed into the automatic doors, since they refused to open for her. She tried again, then again, finally realizing that this course of action wasn't working, and that her nose was bleeding, and there was a rather large Wisk through her neck. She deduced that she needed some medical attention, and had a flash of thought just brief enough to realize that it was fortunate that she was at the hospital after all. Spying a doctor inside, she hurried toward him purposefully and broke her nose. She growled menacingly at the door, and tried to intimidate it by puffing out her cheeks. The doctor on the other side of the door had stopped to stare at her. She waved at him to get his attention more firmly, and broke her fingers. She howled, and decided to give up her pursuit of opening the door and just settled on punishing it. She backed up, howled again to give it a chance to defend itself, and rushed at it, stepping on the mat designed to open the door when someone did just what Himiko had just done. She went sailing towards the now-open door, and crashed into the doctor who had been staring at her. They fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
The doctor shook his head to clear it, spitting out a few shards of the glass tube full of frozen embryos he had been carrying, noticing they tasted slightly of shrimp. He was now closer to the young woman he had been staring at. Now he could get a better look at her, since before she had been obscured by a glass door with several cracks and smears of blood on it. He stared at her, plastered to his chest, then smiled and decided to let her wake up on her own, since she was still naked and his wife hated him, preferring instead to spend her nights with the conveniently shaped tubes of frozen embryos he brought home. He sighed, and brought his head back to rest on the ground, wondering if this naked woman was perhaps for sale.
Miyu was again slightly out of breath, and Larva was back in her realm, sleeping, still strapped to the tree where she had left him. She crossed the dimensions to float lightly onto her Tori gate, since it seemed as good a place as any to catch her breath and happily reflect on all the beastly things she had just done. She decided to count how many different bones were in her left ear, and promptly fell asleep.
Himiko blinked her eyes blearily, once again crawling back to consciousness for the second time that day. Her face was pressed to some sort of stiff white material that bounced slightly under her face, making her nose hurt more. Memory came trudging reluctantly back to lodge itself in her head.
"Aiieeeee! The Junior High!" She pushed herself off the chuckling doctor and ran headlong into the door, once again losing consciousness.
Larva, meanwhile was being followed by a small, pink bunny creature, which was beginning to get on his nerves, since he didn't have much of a chance to make it stop, being strapped to a tree as he was.
Himiko, for the third time that day, crawled painfully back to consciousness, muttering imprecations to herself, then muttering recipes, since nothing else came to her mind.
"I see dead people"
Himiko gave a start, dislodging several tubes which had formerly been lodged in her. She saw a rather ugly, yet completely plain doctor, with an auburn hairline that was receding, and a syringe tucked professionally behind one ear. "Am I dead?" Himiko asked fearfully.
The doctor looked up from his study of her open hospital gown. "What? Oh, not you, I was just making a general statement." Himiko nodded thoughtfully, and wondered why her body was in a brace.
"Why's my body in a brace?"
The doctor put a hand to his forehead. "Are you?" He leane obscenely close, inspecting her from head to toe before straightening slowly. "Well....." he grinned sheepishly, "How 'bout that?"
Himiko twitched, attempting a shrug in her harnesses. "I don't know. You'd have to ask someone with experience."
The doctor took a pen from his pocket and fiddled with it self-consciously. "Hey, um, would you like to maybe go out and get some shrimp later?"
Himiko made a face. "I don't like shrimp, they taste like embryos."
Doctor Nick threw down his pencil, rupturing Himiko's urine bag. "Well fine! I'll just give you a blood transfusion then!" He paused. "Or, I would, if we had any left."
Himiko twitched, in lieu of bolting upright. "You wha....?"
The doctor looked at her, hoping the intensity of his stare would simultaneously make her fear for her life and want to sleep with him. "Well, since I don't know you and it's none of your business, I suppose I can tell you the whole story!"
He then related to Himiko the unfortunate grocery cart accident a woman had suffered, injuring her toe. "I had to cut it off, since she volunteered and all, and well, since I guess she knew she was going to die, offered hers and her husband's blood for her daughter, and, well, to make a long story short, they're both dead now, and the daughter thinks she's a vampire."
"Ah-ha! I know a vampire whose parents are dead! That's it!" She jumped out of her bed, trailing her leaking urine bag behind her, failing to tell the doctor what 'it' was.
She rushed into the door, making her lose consciousness once again, prompting a helpful janitor to toss her helpfully out a window.
Which is why Himiko found herself sitting expectantly in front of Aiko's parents, ready to tell them she had found the source of their daughter's persistent unconsciousness.
"Hmm hmm hmm..." she giggled to herself. "I see dead people. That's a good one"
The mother's head jerked up. "You KNOW?!?" Her astonishment was not so much worry at being found out as amazement that Himiko had figured something out by herself.
"I KNOW?!?" Himiko wailed pitifully. "Why didn't you TELL me?" The father and mother exchanged looks, fading away to find a way to spice up their sexual afterlife.
"Ghosts? AW HELL!" She shouted, fleeing into the door, squashing a now once-again unconscious Aiko against it. She grabbed Aiko, trying to thrust her away, so she could saver her nearly naked ass, but the small girl hung on. Himiko stared down at her. The girl's eyes were open, and an unearthly light was shining in them. Himiko giggled and poked one.
"Gimme eat." Jed the janitor slammed his lunch tray apathetically against the counter, now that his daily regime of mopping, sweeping and possession had finally been completed. The lunch lady just as apathetically scraped a few congealed corn lumps onto his grotty tray, accepting the few quarters he flung at her, stuffing them down her shirt.
Jed sauntered over to the salad bar, finally deciding on raspberry and liver pudding and a dead kitten before dragging his miserable carcass over to a stained but clean table to shovel a few bits of food that had earlier been on the very same table but that had been scraped with a gray sponge into an old coffee can to be re-served the next day into his mouth. Just then, his beeper rang. He glanced at it angrily. "Aw hell!', he announced, and slid gracelessly out of the cafeteria, leaving the lunch lady to wonder why she had never noticed what a large, striking, worm-like God-demon he was.