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Phenomenon 2: Sweet Predator-Flower

Like a single bud blown into the sky,

Like a single bud following the wind's flow,

I've found myself in a flower's grasp, trapped with nowhere to go.

Were flowers always this dangerous?

The past few days have brought up several surprises to my unsurprisingly boring life. I've entertained some random stranger's prank, I've been entertained back, I've been labeled as a troublesome person, I've been threatened, and now, I've been told that I'm going to meet someone.

"Much has happened since I encountered who? What exactly?" whispering to myself as I tried to recollect.

"Hah" I sighed at my disappointment.

Not wanting to dwell into it too much, I distract myself by walking towards the usual park, expecting to find the usual letter lying around there like usual.

Approaching the park, another thought enters my mind.

"I wonder how he'll be?" Or rather I should use "she" now, since he stated that "She will arrive soon." I always make it a point to assume that a person is a guy first before anything, anyhow yeah.

I'm finally inside the park. There, I notice the letter under a tree. I stared at it. It was different. A tad bit rougher and sturdier. It smelled vividly of sunflowers. The scent was pretty concentrated, since sunflowers tend to have very light scents. Putting aside observations , I proceeded to read the letter's contents.

Hello prey,

This is just to let you know that I've started hunting you.

I'm tracking you using your replies.

Why don't we have a game?

If I can't find you in ten days, I will let you decide whether to agree or not.

If I catch you, I will force you to agree, Deal~?

Your Sweet Predator

So it's all down to a game of time. The fact that she changed aliases now is pretty obvious. Maybe I should continue entertaining her prank, as I have this whole time.

To my sweet predator,

I am rather amused that you are taking this seriously.

Don't you have anyone else to bother?

"_"

I took another whiff of the scent as I placed the letter gently on the grass.

"Aren't I bringing this upon myself?" Thinking aloud.

Finishing what I came there for, I left, taking one more glance at the letter, before leaving for home.

It's now a Saturday. The weather was great and I had tons of free time, so I decided to go straight to the park. Inside the park, I noticed a girl carrying a book holding on to the letter. With that black hat, tie, suit, and dress, I conclude that she could be the one sending the letters.

I called her. She looked at me with a bit of panic in her eyes. She then starts running away, letter in hand. My body true to its instincts, I chase after her.

"Why am I running for her? I shouldn't be taking this seriously, right?" Questioning my actions as I chased the girl.

Adrenaline rushed in my body as I sprinted faster for her.

"Why do I want to read that so badly?" The letter looked like it hadn't been opened yet.

Closing onto her, I saw a chance and I tackled her to the ground. I quickly grabbed the letter while she was staggering. Her hand doesn't let go of the letter. I contemplate on whether I should punch her face or not. I'm not that immoral, am I?

I let go of the letter, while putting my hands on her arms with me on top of her.

This is not a position you want to get into with a girl when you don't mean to "assault" her.

She starts flailing and shouting for help. Not wanting to grab anyone's attention, I quickly put one hand over her mouth. Since I'm male, it's obvious she wouldn't be able to throw me off.

I calmly ask her if she's the one sending me these letters.

She responds by saying turning her head left and right. A no.

Fate has yet again tied the strings of two. I plan on untying that. I want my life back.

I tell her that I need the letter, going with the slow approach.

She responds by saying she won't give it to me.

After a little more thought, I decidedly bring out my pen from my pocket, earning a bit more screams of curses. I bring the point, of what was a 0.5 pen, to her wrist, letting her imagination run wild. Several moments after, she slowly lets go of the letter without any more resistance. Sure of my victory, I take the letter and leave the girl there.

I felt the anger from her stare even with my back turned.

I open up the letter, which was now slightly crumpled.

"Was this really worth the effort?" My life suddenly barrages me with questions as I read the letter.

Hello prey,

Be amused.

We are having a game, after all.

Since I am courteous, I will actually answer your question.

I'm only being forced to bother you.

On the other hand, I really would want to play~.

Besides, didn't you bring this on yourself by replying?

Answer my question.

Your Sweet Predator

I feel different about the letter. She seems a bit too cunning suddenly.

Since I went through it, I will say this was worth the effort.

To my sweet predator,

Fine.

Let's play this game of yours.

"_"

Proudly replying the letter, I return to the park. Hopefully that other girl won't interfere anymore.

Sweet Sunday. I've encountered the word "sweet" too much to consider it a good thing. I do the obvious thing of going to the park. The letter was there, still in it's slightly crumpled state. The scent was still magnificent.

Hello sweet prey,

Make this hard for me.

This is my first time~

I will have green hair and I will be carrying a yellow parasol.

I'm also right behind you.

Made you look~

Your Sweet Predator

My heart skipped a beat. I found myself suddenly sweating as a I turned to looked backwards.

No one was there.

"I've gotten myself into something deep, haven't I?"


Just a little test whether that kind of conversing would be good. Is it bad? Is it good? We don't know.