Secret Fields
Chapter 7
"You know, for a fan fiction writer, your yaoi tolerance sure is low."
I snapped my eyes open to see Sting standing over me. I got up quickly and tried to stagger away.
"Mr. Aquosus, I don't think you're in any condition to walk," he said to my back.
"You killed those two. With yaoi, for god's sake. I'm going to get the cops," I shouted over my shoulder.
"You're connected to those deaths more then you think, Mr. Aquosus. Whose yaoi do you think killed those men?" I slowly turned around.
"…you monster…" it was all I could say. "You English monster."
"Remember what I said about being rude, Mr. Aquosus. Now if you'll listen to my proposition."
"What is your proposition?" I asked.
"Well, Mr. Aquosus, I want you to finish my song."
"I keep telling you, I'm a writer not a singer. I didn't steal your song; I'm not going to finish your song. I'm a writer! I'm going to go home and right some yaoi…I mean fan fiction."
"You keep saying you're a writer, Mr. Aquosus. But I still have yet seen a story from you."
"In the car! Yaoi! It's mine! You saw my stories!" I said trying to get this to stop as soon as I could. I didn't care about my embarrassment anymore.
"My dear, Mr. Aquosus. Do you think writing yaoi makes you a writer? Any pervert with a pencil could write yaoi. You say you're a writer, I want to see a true story." he said to me. As much as I would hate to admit it, he was kind of right.
"Look, I'm getting my story mailed to me today at three. I'll show it to you then. Will you please leave me alone after that?" I was starting to calm down.
"Well, Mr. Aquosus. If you can show me that story, then I have no choice to believe you. Three o'clock it is then. It's a bother that it had to get this hostile, Mr. Aquosus." With that he started to walk away. "Oh and Mr. Aquosus, I want my cane back. No English man is without one. And you may want to clean up the little mess there."
I was going to push the car off into the nearby lake, but because I was extremely pissed, I set it on fire instead.
After my yaoi cookout, I finally got home. I flopped on my couch and looked back at the clock. Only forty-five more minutes until I was able to pick up my story. The phone rang again. I sighed and headed over to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Aquosus? This is Autum again," she sounded a little more sober this time. "I saw what you did with Orlando."
"Oh come on! He deserved it."
"Look I really need a place to stay. I'm going to head out to your house."
"No, Autum. I don't want you here."
"Maybe if we just talk this out, you'll feel better…"
"I have to go, Autum. Don't you dare come here…I um…have a dog. It will kill. Bye." With that I hung up the phone. It was two thirty and I had to go pick up my story.
I parked in front of the post office and ran in.
"Hey Aquosus." The girl at the counter said to me.
"Hi, did I get a package in?" I said desperately.
"Um, yeah, hold on." She turned around and started digging around through the mail. Nervously, I tried to occupy my mind.
"Here it is," she said handing it to me.
"Thanks." I turned around and started to walk away.
"I know you write yaoi, Aquosus!" I turned around to look back at her.
"What?"
"I said, it looks kind of cloudy, Aquosus." I let out a sigh of relief.
"Um, yeah, right." I walked out of the post office and got into my car. I was going to start to open my package until I heard a voice.
"Hey, Aquosus!" I looked out my window and saw the sheriff Teepeelio waving me down and walking up to my car. "Hey could we talk?" I threw the car quickly into reverse, because he looked like he wanted to talk about Dark Holy.
"Um, no not right now! I have to get home! Call me later, ok!" I shouted at him as I swerved onto the street and sped away.
When I pulled into my driveway, I threw the car into park and picked my package up from the passenger's seat. I saw that it was open. I looked, and found that there was nothing inside.
"Sting fucking got rid of it," I said to myself.
Come on, how could he have done it?
"I don't know how, but he did. That English fuck did it!"