Authors Note: I had inspiration this morning while watching t.v. The t.v. had nothing to do with this chapter as far as I can tell, but there are little things in my head I can't always read. Anywho, here's chapter 2!
Wake-up, and Smell the Reality
In this day and age, death has become a common occurrence. It is very rare for any person to live over the age of 45, and the age of 50 is considered lucky. The gap between the oldest generation and the youngest generation has become so large, that if you were to look for a person of middle age, you would be like searching in an empty abyss… -Excerpt from "Unexplainable Death: The Beginning of the End?" By Dr. Mathew Hesman
Daisuke was dreaming. This wasn't unusual. The dream, on the other hand, was. He was in a field of tall grass, full of brightly colored flowers, and a scent of sweet roses. It was bright, sunny, and a light breeze moved through the air. To many people of our reality, that wouldn't seem so strange. But the fact that there were almost no open fields, bright sunny days, and the scent of sweet roses roaming in the air in his reality made this dream utterly weird. Birds chirped in the distance, and clouds roamed through the sky like scattered sheep.
For the first time in his life, Daisuke felt happy. He felt the warmth of the sun beat into his body, and the fresh air waft through his nose and lungs. He began to walk slowly towards the snow-capped mountains. The grass sank beneath his feet, and the breeze ruffled his open button-up shirt. He shivered as the cool wind touched his skin, and felt the Goosebumps form on his arms. He could hear running water nearby, and walked over to look. Before him was a stream with fish swimming around and hopping out of the water and back in again. The catstails were moving in the wind, their stalks bending in a slight curve with each small gust. He sighed in pleasure as he bent down to sniff a flower. "How can life get any better?"
Suddenly, he was pulled into darkness. He felt as if he was spiraling out of control, into an endless pit…and abyss. He sat up with a start. A loud beeping noise pounding its way into his ears. He swung his arm to the side of his bed and knocked his alarm onto the floor. Yet another pleasant dream ruined by the dark reality of the alarm clock. He grumbled as he dragged himself to the edge of his bed and put his feet on the ground. He felt the whiskey from the night before moving through his blood as he stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He hated hangovers, but the high from the alcohol was the only thing that helped him deal with his life. And yet, he regretted his alcohol binges every time with the massive headaches that followed. They sort of told him to lay off, sit back, and have some water with lemon; to stop ruining his life with the cancer of the bottle. But, he wasn't an alcoholic, he knew that, and the doctors said so as well. They did say he needed to cut back a little, as they worried he wouldn't grow up healthy enough. Perhaps they were right, but it was his decision. After all, atleast he didn't smoke.
After sticking his hand into the water to check its temperature, he disrobed. Daisuke took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. He ran his hand over his slightly damp chest: still as smooth as the day he was born. The only noticeable difference was the small crown of pubic hair in his nether-region. He took himself into his right hand and closed his eyes. Orgasms; yet another small pleasure in life that he'd only recently discovered. He began to move his hand very slowly and began to melt into his own special world. He always marveled at how good it felt to touch himself, and how it only got better with each stroke. Thoughts began to flash through his mind: visions of pleasure. He couldn't tell who he was thinking of, or of what sex they were, but all he knew was that they were pulling on all of his ecstasy. He began to groan and felt himself losing his balance. He shot his hand out and grabbed onto the towel bar on the shower door. The feeling of orgasm began to move through his body, from his head and toes to his manhood. His breath became short and he felt his climax nearing. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, and he gave a short shout as he released himself into the shower.
After a few moments, he felt his breath return to normal, and began to regain his senses. He stepped into the shower and began to wash himself. "Computer, check messages."
The computer beeped and began to relay messages from that night. One was from his sister who was studying to be a doctor in North America, while another was from the morgue telling him that the autopsy on victim number four was complete. The last message was from Captain Kinamoto. "Good Morning detective. I'm sorry to inform you that there was another murder while you were off-duty. This time the victim was a physicist from Germany who was speaking at Tokyo University on a new form of energy. When you come into the station today, please see me at once. Hope you slept well…"
Daisuke cursed loudly and washed the last of the shampoo out of his hair. "Computer, what time was that message left?"
The computer paused for a moment then replied, "At 0700, Tokyo Standard Time." Daisuke finished toweling himself off and began to put on his clothes. Another murder while he slept. This was very strange. The first four murders happened at irregular times, and were very far apart. He tightened his tie, put on his coat, grabbed his energy-pistol and badge, and flew out the door. He'd eat at the station…
Author's Note: Well, another chapter done due to morning inspiration. Sorry it's so small, but I couldn't elaborate much more. Hope you all enjoyed it! R&R please! Next chapter when I have time!
Wake-up, and Smell the Reality
In this day and age, death has become a common occurrence. It is very rare for any person to live over the age of 45, and the age of 50 is considered lucky. The gap between the oldest generation and the youngest generation has become so large, that if you were to look for a person of middle age, you would be like searching in an empty abyss… -Excerpt from "Unexplainable Death: The Beginning of the End?" By Dr. Mathew Hesman
Daisuke was dreaming. This wasn't unusual. The dream, on the other hand, was. He was in a field of tall grass, full of brightly colored flowers, and a scent of sweet roses. It was bright, sunny, and a light breeze moved through the air. To many people of our reality, that wouldn't seem so strange. But the fact that there were almost no open fields, bright sunny days, and the scent of sweet roses roaming in the air in his reality made this dream utterly weird. Birds chirped in the distance, and clouds roamed through the sky like scattered sheep.
For the first time in his life, Daisuke felt happy. He felt the warmth of the sun beat into his body, and the fresh air waft through his nose and lungs. He began to walk slowly towards the snow-capped mountains. The grass sank beneath his feet, and the breeze ruffled his open button-up shirt. He shivered as the cool wind touched his skin, and felt the Goosebumps form on his arms. He could hear running water nearby, and walked over to look. Before him was a stream with fish swimming around and hopping out of the water and back in again. The catstails were moving in the wind, their stalks bending in a slight curve with each small gust. He sighed in pleasure as he bent down to sniff a flower. "How can life get any better?"
Suddenly, he was pulled into darkness. He felt as if he was spiraling out of control, into an endless pit…and abyss. He sat up with a start. A loud beeping noise pounding its way into his ears. He swung his arm to the side of his bed and knocked his alarm onto the floor. Yet another pleasant dream ruined by the dark reality of the alarm clock. He grumbled as he dragged himself to the edge of his bed and put his feet on the ground. He felt the whiskey from the night before moving through his blood as he stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He hated hangovers, but the high from the alcohol was the only thing that helped him deal with his life. And yet, he regretted his alcohol binges every time with the massive headaches that followed. They sort of told him to lay off, sit back, and have some water with lemon; to stop ruining his life with the cancer of the bottle. But, he wasn't an alcoholic, he knew that, and the doctors said so as well. They did say he needed to cut back a little, as they worried he wouldn't grow up healthy enough. Perhaps they were right, but it was his decision. After all, atleast he didn't smoke.
After sticking his hand into the water to check its temperature, he disrobed. Daisuke took a moment to look at himself in the mirror. He ran his hand over his slightly damp chest: still as smooth as the day he was born. The only noticeable difference was the small crown of pubic hair in his nether-region. He took himself into his right hand and closed his eyes. Orgasms; yet another small pleasure in life that he'd only recently discovered. He began to move his hand very slowly and began to melt into his own special world. He always marveled at how good it felt to touch himself, and how it only got better with each stroke. Thoughts began to flash through his mind: visions of pleasure. He couldn't tell who he was thinking of, or of what sex they were, but all he knew was that they were pulling on all of his ecstasy. He began to groan and felt himself losing his balance. He shot his hand out and grabbed onto the towel bar on the shower door. The feeling of orgasm began to move through his body, from his head and toes to his manhood. His breath became short and he felt his climax nearing. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, and he gave a short shout as he released himself into the shower.
After a few moments, he felt his breath return to normal, and began to regain his senses. He stepped into the shower and began to wash himself. "Computer, check messages."
The computer beeped and began to relay messages from that night. One was from his sister who was studying to be a doctor in North America, while another was from the morgue telling him that the autopsy on victim number four was complete. The last message was from Captain Kinamoto. "Good Morning detective. I'm sorry to inform you that there was another murder while you were off-duty. This time the victim was a physicist from Germany who was speaking at Tokyo University on a new form of energy. When you come into the station today, please see me at once. Hope you slept well…"
Daisuke cursed loudly and washed the last of the shampoo out of his hair. "Computer, what time was that message left?"
The computer paused for a moment then replied, "At 0700, Tokyo Standard Time." Daisuke finished toweling himself off and began to put on his clothes. Another murder while he slept. This was very strange. The first four murders happened at irregular times, and were very far apart. He tightened his tie, put on his coat, grabbed his energy-pistol and badge, and flew out the door. He'd eat at the station…
Author's Note: Well, another chapter done due to morning inspiration. Sorry it's so small, but I couldn't elaborate much more. Hope you all enjoyed it! R&R please! Next chapter when I have time!