Story by SinisterMarmalade and LoveAntelope.
Standard disclaimers apply.
BLACK COFFEE
Chapter 2: Misery Loves Company
Minako spun around quickly towards the direction the voice seemed to be coming from.
"Who are you?" she shouted, momentarily caught off guard. As she peered into the darkness the figure of a man took shape. The figure stepped into the light and bowed.
"I am Obsidian of the Black Moon family," he said with mock formality. Mina gasped.
"The Black Moon family? Then where's your forehead tattoo?" she demanded.
"It's there, it just blends in with the rest of me," he joked. Suddenly she laughed. "You like my joke?" he asked with a grin.
"It's not that," Minako responded, shaking her head. "You're here to kill me, aren't you?"
"That's the job I was given," he agreed. She turned back towards the ledge.
"Just wait five seconds and I'll do the job for you," Mina said calmly.
"I can't let you do that," he stated, suddenly serious. She turned to face him again.
"Why in the hell not? Wouldn't it just be easier for you in the end?" she asked hotly. Obsidian paused to think for a moment.
"Wouldn't that be a copout on both our parts?" he responded.
"Didn't know you were such a hard worker," she replied sarcastically. "I'll tell you what," Mina continued, "If you promise to make it quick, you can go ahead and kill me."
"Why do you want to die?" he asked her.
"It doesn't matter! Now hurry up!" she demanded, losing patience. Obsidian gathered his energies in preparation to strike, then he let it dissapate without shooting.
"Call me curious, but I'm confused. You're so beautiful you could have any guy you wanted, you have friends back in Japan who love you, and you even have a future destiny to rebuild the kingdom of Venus! What could possibly drive a girl like you to such lengths?" he asked incredulously. Mina crossed her arms.
"For one thing, beauty is all that I have to offer the world because I don't have any talent and I'm all out of love. I can't even love myself anymore so how could I love anyone else?" she ranted. "Besides, all beauty is good for in this town is for selling yourself," she said with deep sorrow.
"What about your friends? Aren't they your second family? Don't you think they care about you?" Obsidian expounded. Minako turned away quickly before he could witness a solitary tear roll down her cheek.
"I tried to reach them," she choked, "I told them what I was going through and even gave them hints about my contemplations of suicide. But they didn't understand."
"How do you know they didn't?" he responded.
"The return letter was one of those saccarine cards with everyone telling me to try harder. Like I could just say "Ike Ike Go Go Jump" and make everything better," she retorted bitterly.
"Alright, if you're going to jump, then jump. I can't believe I'm wasting my time with a brat who's throwing a hissy fit because she can't make people fall in love with her," he said, shaking his head.
"What do you mean by that?" she yelled.
"I mean that there are already a lot of people you've helped, a lot of people who care about you, and you're going to jump because get a role in a movie?" he finished, arms crossed.
"Do you really think I'm that shallow?" she questioned.
"No, I don't. That's why I want to know the real reason for this. From what you said before I think I can guess, but it will help you more if you tell me about it. So what happened?" he said more softly.
"I was in a movie once," she whispered sadly. "It was called "The Art Of Lust," and it didn't play at any theater that I'd go to. I feel like such a whore. I'm dirty, I'm tainted and no matter how hard I try I'm never going to be clean. All I can do is hope that my friends never see it."
"You've seen a bit of the uglier side of the world, I'll admit. But it's not all like that," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "There's a lot of beauty in the world, too."
"Beauty," she contemplated. "I can't see it anymore."
"It's been a long time since I've seen it too," he admitted. "Do you want to get some coffee with me?"
"Aren't you supposed to kill me?" she asked him, confused. Obsidian shrugged.
"At this point, I really don't feel like it," he sighed. He extended a hand out to her, and she took it.
"How do you drink your coffee?" she asked him as they walk down the street.
"Black," he said with a grin.
End story.
P.S.: If you want me to write a sequel, I'll need fifteen reviews saying so.
Standard disclaimers apply.
BLACK COFFEE
Chapter 2: Misery Loves Company
Minako spun around quickly towards the direction the voice seemed to be coming from.
"Who are you?" she shouted, momentarily caught off guard. As she peered into the darkness the figure of a man took shape. The figure stepped into the light and bowed.
"I am Obsidian of the Black Moon family," he said with mock formality. Mina gasped.
"The Black Moon family? Then where's your forehead tattoo?" she demanded.
"It's there, it just blends in with the rest of me," he joked. Suddenly she laughed. "You like my joke?" he asked with a grin.
"It's not that," Minako responded, shaking her head. "You're here to kill me, aren't you?"
"That's the job I was given," he agreed. She turned back towards the ledge.
"Just wait five seconds and I'll do the job for you," Mina said calmly.
"I can't let you do that," he stated, suddenly serious. She turned to face him again.
"Why in the hell not? Wouldn't it just be easier for you in the end?" she asked hotly. Obsidian paused to think for a moment.
"Wouldn't that be a copout on both our parts?" he responded.
"Didn't know you were such a hard worker," she replied sarcastically. "I'll tell you what," Mina continued, "If you promise to make it quick, you can go ahead and kill me."
"Why do you want to die?" he asked her.
"It doesn't matter! Now hurry up!" she demanded, losing patience. Obsidian gathered his energies in preparation to strike, then he let it dissapate without shooting.
"Call me curious, but I'm confused. You're so beautiful you could have any guy you wanted, you have friends back in Japan who love you, and you even have a future destiny to rebuild the kingdom of Venus! What could possibly drive a girl like you to such lengths?" he asked incredulously. Mina crossed her arms.
"For one thing, beauty is all that I have to offer the world because I don't have any talent and I'm all out of love. I can't even love myself anymore so how could I love anyone else?" she ranted. "Besides, all beauty is good for in this town is for selling yourself," she said with deep sorrow.
"What about your friends? Aren't they your second family? Don't you think they care about you?" Obsidian expounded. Minako turned away quickly before he could witness a solitary tear roll down her cheek.
"I tried to reach them," she choked, "I told them what I was going through and even gave them hints about my contemplations of suicide. But they didn't understand."
"How do you know they didn't?" he responded.
"The return letter was one of those saccarine cards with everyone telling me to try harder. Like I could just say "Ike Ike Go Go Jump" and make everything better," she retorted bitterly.
"Alright, if you're going to jump, then jump. I can't believe I'm wasting my time with a brat who's throwing a hissy fit because she can't make people fall in love with her," he said, shaking his head.
"What do you mean by that?" she yelled.
"I mean that there are already a lot of people you've helped, a lot of people who care about you, and you're going to jump because get a role in a movie?" he finished, arms crossed.
"Do you really think I'm that shallow?" she questioned.
"No, I don't. That's why I want to know the real reason for this. From what you said before I think I can guess, but it will help you more if you tell me about it. So what happened?" he said more softly.
"I was in a movie once," she whispered sadly. "It was called "The Art Of Lust," and it didn't play at any theater that I'd go to. I feel like such a whore. I'm dirty, I'm tainted and no matter how hard I try I'm never going to be clean. All I can do is hope that my friends never see it."
"You've seen a bit of the uglier side of the world, I'll admit. But it's not all like that," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "There's a lot of beauty in the world, too."
"Beauty," she contemplated. "I can't see it anymore."
"It's been a long time since I've seen it too," he admitted. "Do you want to get some coffee with me?"
"Aren't you supposed to kill me?" she asked him, confused. Obsidian shrugged.
"At this point, I really don't feel like it," he sighed. He extended a hand out to her, and she took it.
"How do you drink your coffee?" she asked him as they walk down the street.
"Black," he said with a grin.
End story.
P.S.: If you want me to write a sequel, I'll need fifteen reviews saying so.