Lessons of the Heart 2
How so to Continue?
A/N: (Important) Hello all. I feel I must say "sorry" to anyone who was offended by my story. I wish not offend but only to amuse. When this story struck I thought it was a sure to attract reviewers.
And to Alex Warlorn, you have made me mad. And for that you must die. (Aims death ray at him/her or It) Questioning my methods of writing eh? For your information, I have not noticed that real life stories are the "playground" (one word) for writers. (Maniacal laughter)… (Darkness.)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything…well…SOON IT SHALL ALL BE MINE! MUAHAHAHAAHAHA--- (everyone stares at her) erm…I don't anything at all... (teeter) I going to type now…erm…STOP STARING AT ME!
- Men in White Jackets: (comes to take me away)
Reason for Chapter: I blame the bunny…and its array of ducklings…
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I. If… you are lost on your way.
Deep in an awesome story
Don't be in doubt and stray
Cling to your lonesome folly…
"Tsukasa…," she reached out to touch him. To feel that source of love that could only be achieved by him alone.
So swiftly he swiveled around avoiding her…and her transfixed gaze. "This is the World Mimiru. Its just a game. I—You are just subliminal data particles that was put together by the company. Nothing more."
Her head lowered in a fatal position. "Tsu-Tsukasa…I know…" Her face scrunched into a positive façade. "It's Subaru?" She inquired?
Tsukasa dared not to say anything about his relationship. For about as many years as Mimiru's absence… in the meantime, Subaru and Tsukasa have meant to know one another better.
Had he'd known better, behind him a soundless clatter of the blades woman's sword fell to the ground. Along with her legs…her body…her will? Had he wished to make contact with her it was too late before a swerve of rings surrounded a wisp of data formation.
She opened her eyes seeing the back of aqua green child character within the embracing arms of her Wave Master.
The short wings turned, and Subaru emerged. "Mimiru"? She went to give her a hug. It was like Mimiru herself was being controlled, as the last of her energy went to hug Subaru idly. Like looking a mirror of opposites, Mimiru with the face of sorrow, her counterpart (Subaru) with glee, as she went hugging, and jumping happily into the arms once again of Tsukasa.
Her face had sneered into something disgruntle now. "You'll get yours" she said beneath her breath. Subaru turned her head in question.
"What'd you say Mimiru?" she looked up concerned for her friends health.
Mimiru lifted herself up from the ground along with her sword. "I have to go…" she said with a nod to them both. "I hear my mother calling me", her weak smile cast a aura of blood around her.
Their eyes trailed her as Mimiru, wobbled up and down with her riveting stiff hair she walked over to the main portal of rings of the game itself.
She waved effortlessly. "Yeah, yeah" she said venomously, but with a fake smile she waved back at them. She finished waving sharply, and stepped into the transparent rings.
While inside she began to think inharmoniously. Hugging? You're making even the slightest contact. Bitch. I'll kill you…and when I do…she chuckled within her thoughts. The lights swirled around her, and Mimiru's data particles dissipated into her hard drive.
A smile played upon her lips, as she removed the head piece. Her hair was caught onto the head piece. She yanked out the head piece violently along with a small array of her hair. Pain…
"Soon Subaru"
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"Heh heh" the psychologist said eying her new change of clothing. From the females previous choices of ragtag like running suit, to the now exploiting outfit. It had hung loosely on her shoulder, revealing a shade of smooth tan skin. Around her slender arms she carried a pink purse to match her lusciously decorated pink lips.
She made no effort to cover herself up. She crossed her laced legs seducingly, Mimiru's feeling…rebellious. If I seduce him, will he forget about my bills? She got up from her seat, and placed herself within his laps. He better keep his member to himself… she stroked his chest, and flashed her pink lips at him. He fluttered to keep his papers together when it flew out of his hands.
She got off of him, getting down on the floor and picking the papers up. Maybe this will squeeze the money out of him. When she got back up, handing him his stack of papers, she went to pick up her purse from the patients seat. Walked back to him and cooed in his ears, "9:00 your house. I have the address…maybe it'll be a house call"
She pulled him extremely close to her face, planting only a teaser of what would "happen" at 9:00. She left quickly after that leaving him in stun. His hands began to fluttering with his papers even after her leave.
"Has to be the Old Spice" the psychologist said strutting himself into the mirror of his office.
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She showered thoroughly removing his psychologist like residue on her skin. His money's worth something…better this or nothing. Then I'll move onto plan 2.
She slipped into something skimpy and lathered a smooth transparent layer of lotion onto her body that was simply irresistible. On her way to the door, she went to the kitchen, and slipped into her red purse a steak knife, red wine and the sedatives he had given to her earlier.
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The road was dark enough tonight as she drove her crimson car to his house. The girl in IRL (in real life) that was Mimiru stepped out of her car, slipping her hand halfway to the bottle of wine, and her pink laying slightly on the pills.
The male in which she was meeting waiting sleazily in his gray robes, and smoking pipe. Ugh… she though voraciously.
When she stepped inside, she went to uncork the bottle of wine, taking the few wine glasses in front of her. She looked back to him going on the couch making himself comfortable. She slipped five pills into his drink, swirled it around in midair until it dissolved. She took the knife and scratched a tiny edge into the glass in which was dosed.
For herself she poured an uncontaminated glass. As she carried both drinks she continuously worked on his glass by swirling it, until even the bubbles filed down the solid red wine.
"Hm…a nice choice of drink…" his eyes trailing the curves on her dress. When he drained the glass in my gulp, she stared at him waiting for results.
He swooned forward and grasp his head woozily. "Whhatttt…hehe…comeon here honey", he looked strangely happy as the sedatives began to work. A smirk appeared on her face as she grabbed the knife from out of her purse, she pulled together the curtains. As she advanced forward, he goofily looked at her.
"Heheh……….what a lovely knife you have. Wha's it for?" he slurred on.
She stalked forward, and through the shadows of the curtains, the man crowned upward in pain. The music he put on drowned out the screams of agony. The girl in Irl, stabbed him spontaneously until his blood had created a pool around her legs.
What did she do after that, you may ask?
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The body disposed through the garbage disposal…the rest of the red wine was spilt over the blood….
After so, the house was ransacked for money, or goods that may be pawned off for a higher price. Through the bedroom upstairs, "Jewlery…" she chuckled in enjoyment. The ol' foggie must have been cheating…hm…interesting.
She crammed the gold, diamond segments, silver from the kitchen, bonds stashed within the safety deposit box, in her purse. As she re-entered the living room shortly after ransacking, walking out of the house casually, concealed in the darkness.
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When she arrived home, a woman stood in front of her house. Her porch light cast a dim light on the figure. She took a few steps forward, looking into the mystery a little bit.
Short brown hair, purple-like eyes stood firmly against the porch swing. "Mimiru."
Her eyes widened, as her stomach churned in excitement. "You're Tsukasa's game player?" It doesn't matter…she thought. Mimiru (lets just give her that name to use now, since we don't know what it really is), went to embrace Tsukasa (as for his/her name as well), but it felt with such coldness that she had to release him.
"You weren't happy today Mimiru"
"I was too…"
"No…you lacked that certain Mimiru-ism"
"I was happy…end of story." She needed to end the conversation there at that point. It seemed like he was onto the fact that maybe…she wasn't happy when he broke her news of Subaru and his relationship.
Mimiru took leave of his gaze adjourning to her door. She felt a stopping force, as she curdled down to the ground.
"Mimiru!"
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(Hides under her computer desk) Please don't hurt me…
*I didn't mean to kill the whole joy of this story…I just have the plot leading up. Its working children, as for now…*
(Hides in cellar) God, please don't hurt me…(shudders under a cold touch)
-Save me…
Authoress