Aishiteruze Baby
Mature
Knives, Tears, and Trashcans
Chapter Six: A Mini Skirt, a Tank-top, and a Pair of Heels
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Note: I do not own the characters from Baby, I am just a fan. This fan fiction is based only on the manga, sorry for all of you who watched the anime. I love to hear what you have to say, but please do not be too harsh. This fan fiction is for mature audiences only, it contains, self-inflicted pain, and sexual themes.
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The afternoon came and went, Kokoro laid on the couch the whole day, waiting to hear the front door be unlocked and pushed open, but it never came.
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Finally around eleven Kokoro could not stand being in her apartment any more, 'she need to escape but where,' she thought quickly.
Suddenly she got an idea, she jumped off the couch and disappeared into her bedroom.
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After a few minutes of looking through her closet and digging through her drawers, Kokoro produced a small black mini skirt, a green tank top, and a pair of black heels. They were no the kind of heels you would wear to a funeral, but more the kind that a strip dancer would wear, with the large chunky heel and thick straps.
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Kokoro changed quickly and then headed into the bathroom to put on some make-up. Once she was done she quickly brushed her long hair out, and decided to just let it hang free.
After examining herself in the bathroom mirror for a moment, she quickly left the bathroom turning off the light as she went. She walked quickly over to her nightstand, pulling the bottom drawer all the way off its tracking. She set the drawer on the floor, before she turned back to the nightstand, under where the drawer had been sat a white ID card and some money. Kokoro quickly grabbed them and slide them into her pocket, along with her cell phone, before replacing the drawer.
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She left the apartment in a hurry; she was almost running through the small suburb, to get to the only subway station.
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Kokoro quickly got on an almost deserted train; the only other person was a homeless man asleep in the corner.
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After about a twenty minute trip the train pulled into the station, Kokoro rushed off and headed out of the station.
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The streets above were crowded for how late it was, but then again they were the late crowd. Kokoro made her way through the crowds before stopping in front of a brick building. She then headed down a flight of stairs, stopping in front of an overly muscular man that was blocking the door.
"I need some ID, miss." He said in his burly voice.
Kokoro did not respond, she just handed over the fake ID.
"So, your twenty-two?"
"Yeah, what of it?" Kokoro did not want to be having this conversation, especially with so steroid taking guy. All she really wanted was for him to give her back the ID and leave her alone.
"Well ya see, I am only twenty-fou…"
Kokoro quickly cut the guy off, "Not interested."
"But come on, baby, give me a chance."
"One I am not, nor will I ever be your baby, and I already said…"
The large man grabbed her wrist and pushed her into the wall roughly, before pulling out a knife. Kokoro tried to fight back but was too weak, he took the knife and cut above her left eye.
Kokoro cried out in pain.
"Then I will just force it out of ya."
Kokoro was now trying even harder to fight back, but it did little good.
All of a sudden she fell to the ground, she looked up to see a thin, yet muscular guy, who did not appear to be much older then her.
"You little son of a bitch." The doorman cried as he touched his now swelling cheek, before swinging at the other guy. The guy ducked, so that he hit the wall.
"You okay?" The guy asked as he bent down so that he was almost the same height as Kokoro.
"Yeah, thanks a lot." Kokoro replied as she picked up her fake ID off the ground and stood up.
"Its not a big deal, but you really know someone like you should not be wandering around by yourself."
The large man had finish grumbling and come after Kokoro's rescuer again. Kokoro hurried into the building, for help in stopping the fight.
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Two bartenders broke up the fight; while another, a college girl or so she appeared, with a lot of piercing, cleaned the cut above her left eye.
"God that's the third time this month."
"The third time?"
"Yeah it is only the 15th and he has already been in three fights this month. I told the boss not to hire him, that he would only make trouble."
"Ow!" Kokoro pulled away quickly.
"Sorry, hun, almost done."
The bartender finished up a moment later. "All done."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Hey I'm Kimiko, you; can call me Kimmy though. 'll fix ya up with anything ya want tonight k?"
"Okay, I'm Kokoro, by the way."
"Oh what a cute name."
"Thanks."
"Well, I gotta get back to work, but I will catch ya later." Kimmy said as she packed up the first aid kit.
"Okay. I'll see ya."
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Kokoro headed out on to the dance floor, she loved to dance, the music just seemed to flow through her body. Eyes followed her, but she was use to it, cause of her bleached hair, it was like a magnet for eyes.
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"Hey, mind if I join you." Kokoro turned away from the bar to see the guy from earlier.
"Why not?"
"Thanks, I am Karou by the way."
"I am Kokoro."
"Kokoro, huh?"
"Can I get ya something?" Kimmy asked Karou before anything else could be said.
"Yeah can I get a shot of vodka?"
"Sure, be right back."
"Okay."
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Kimmy came back a moment later and gave Karou his shot and Kokoro and Karou finished their drinks in silence.
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"Hey ya wanna dance?" Karou was standing with his hand out for Kokoro.
"Sure."
Karou lead Kokoro out into the middle of the dance floor. Much to Kokoro's surprise Karou and her body molded perfectly, they had perfect timing. Kokoro loved every minute of it, their bodies so close, his warm breath on the back of her neck, the alcohol, the loud music and bright lights.
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After a few more rounds of drinks and of course some more dancing, Kokoro knew that she should be leaving, it was almost 0430.
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"Karoooouuuu, I-i reallllyyyy sho-sho-uld ggeeet go-go-ing, I-i havvvve cl-classsss to-to-day." Kokoro knew she had too much to drink and she would be lucky if she made it home.
"Okay, but let me walk you home, you'll never make it on your own."
Kokoro could not disagree. "O-ttaayyy, b-b-but le-let mmme goooo te-tell Kim-mmy I-I'mmm lea-leav-leaving."
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The two left the club and headed out to the streets above.
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End Chapter Six
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Sorry guys about the last chapter and sorry, this chapter took so long, but I was going to post it in two parts but then I thought better of it…
Kokoro is the kindergartener way of saying love
04304:30 am for those of you who do not know military time…
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Au Revoir,
Olivia, Much Like Falling