And then it Happened...
By: Kimmy-Sama
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me! Enough said!
I started writing... and this came out. Just try to get through this chapter and then review... I like the way its going now.
Chapter One: The Party
Maybe I should start at the beginning. It always seems the best place to start. I never liked social gatherings, never enjoyed the feeling of having people I didn't know or care about bumping into me, spilling their beer or other drinks all over me. Yet, somehow my best friend somehow dragged me to this large gathering that the people called "En Masse". Some term that meant all together, or something like that.
"Come on, Marron! You'll have a great time!"
What is so fun about a huge man in nothing but a bathing suit and mask screaming, drunk out of his mind? The party was outside, in the streets of the city, with live bands and bottomless kegs. A yearly tradition in this place. I have never gone before, but then again, I have never really liked this so called "fun" before. My idea of fun was relaxing at home, drinking some tea and reading a nice book.
But Tira had other things brewing up in her head. She had always wanted to go out and party, but never had the time or guts to. She and I were both busy with our work, owning a book shop, and never got away for a while.
Now, she seemed so alive and wonderful as she stood in the street with the hundreds of other people, and danced to the loud pop jazz music of the parade of colors. I almost could smile, even if I reeked of cheap beer and the musk of my own sweat. I was fully content in watching her sway her body like a serpent, ready to shed its skin.
Soon she was back at my side, a new glass of the foamy drink in her hand. "Come on... dance. It will loosen you up."
"I am fine where I am. I like watching you."
"Come off it." In a twinkle of her eye, she motioned towards the street corner. "That guy over there is watching you like a hawk. Maybe you should go speak to him?"
Maybe now would be the best time to clarify her comment.. you see, I am in fact gay. Not to surprising to some when they find out. Maybe its my nature?
"Out of the question." I crossed my arms in frustration. Tira pouted up at me, with those beautiful lips that I couldn't resist to say no too. "Don't do that Tira.."
"Then drink up and dance!"
She shoved the glass of beer in my hand, and I took a sniff before proceeding to sip it. I suddenly felt a little light headed.. and could recognize that the drink was in fact, drugged. No wonder that the whole group of people were acting a little bit more than drunk. I felt a little angry at first, but that melted away as I stared at the girl in front of me, dancing to the music one more.
My head swam with the sensation of the music filling my body. It was almost as if the notes were dancing with my soul. As I swung back and forth, without even knowing it, might I add.. I turned my gaze to the corner where Tira had pointed to no long ago.
A man stood there, still among the other figures moving and seeming to be melting away. He almost looked like a golden light in the dark abyss of night. Tall, masculine, and by the looks of it, handsome. But it took me a minute that his eyes were bearing directly into mine. A sudden jolt went through my stomach and down to my legs. He was looking at me with eyes of longing.. eyes of passion.
And I suddenly found myself drinking even more of the liquid in the red plastic cup in my hand. I found it harder and harder to stop, until the entire cup was empty. Tira was still dancing, lost in her own world. I was lost in this man's ice blue eyes, and my empty cup of foam.
Then suddenly.. I felt nothing.
By: Kimmy-Sama
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me! Enough said!
I started writing... and this came out. Just try to get through this chapter and then review... I like the way its going now.
Chapter One: The Party
Maybe I should start at the beginning. It always seems the best place to start. I never liked social gatherings, never enjoyed the feeling of having people I didn't know or care about bumping into me, spilling their beer or other drinks all over me. Yet, somehow my best friend somehow dragged me to this large gathering that the people called "En Masse". Some term that meant all together, or something like that.
"Come on, Marron! You'll have a great time!"
What is so fun about a huge man in nothing but a bathing suit and mask screaming, drunk out of his mind? The party was outside, in the streets of the city, with live bands and bottomless kegs. A yearly tradition in this place. I have never gone before, but then again, I have never really liked this so called "fun" before. My idea of fun was relaxing at home, drinking some tea and reading a nice book.
But Tira had other things brewing up in her head. She had always wanted to go out and party, but never had the time or guts to. She and I were both busy with our work, owning a book shop, and never got away for a while.
Now, she seemed so alive and wonderful as she stood in the street with the hundreds of other people, and danced to the loud pop jazz music of the parade of colors. I almost could smile, even if I reeked of cheap beer and the musk of my own sweat. I was fully content in watching her sway her body like a serpent, ready to shed its skin.
Soon she was back at my side, a new glass of the foamy drink in her hand. "Come on... dance. It will loosen you up."
"I am fine where I am. I like watching you."
"Come off it." In a twinkle of her eye, she motioned towards the street corner. "That guy over there is watching you like a hawk. Maybe you should go speak to him?"
Maybe now would be the best time to clarify her comment.. you see, I am in fact gay. Not to surprising to some when they find out. Maybe its my nature?
"Out of the question." I crossed my arms in frustration. Tira pouted up at me, with those beautiful lips that I couldn't resist to say no too. "Don't do that Tira.."
"Then drink up and dance!"
She shoved the glass of beer in my hand, and I took a sniff before proceeding to sip it. I suddenly felt a little light headed.. and could recognize that the drink was in fact, drugged. No wonder that the whole group of people were acting a little bit more than drunk. I felt a little angry at first, but that melted away as I stared at the girl in front of me, dancing to the music one more.
My head swam with the sensation of the music filling my body. It was almost as if the notes were dancing with my soul. As I swung back and forth, without even knowing it, might I add.. I turned my gaze to the corner where Tira had pointed to no long ago.
A man stood there, still among the other figures moving and seeming to be melting away. He almost looked like a golden light in the dark abyss of night. Tall, masculine, and by the looks of it, handsome. But it took me a minute that his eyes were bearing directly into mine. A sudden jolt went through my stomach and down to my legs. He was looking at me with eyes of longing.. eyes of passion.
And I suddenly found myself drinking even more of the liquid in the red plastic cup in my hand. I found it harder and harder to stop, until the entire cup was empty. Tira was still dancing, lost in her own world. I was lost in this man's ice blue eyes, and my empty cup of foam.
Then suddenly.. I felt nothing.