Disclaimer: I could lie and say I own Shiznat but seeing I'd endanger my life for doing so... I won't.
Re-posting this story as I have no c21 for Droplets to publish. In summary: I took a siesta, woke up late...very late, end up reading Invisible by Inkmstr10...still reading. That's my excuse. And as my heart is being poked around by a thousand invisible needles by the story atm, I'm incompetent to do anything else. So blame her for being a goddess of a writer :p
And a lot prolly already knows this but I'm going to tell it anyways. I made my account just so I could leave a review for this story entitled Inter Nos by ethnewinter. Not only was it hard for me to come out of the shadows (damn comfy), it was also bothersome (nice being able to breeze through and read as I please). For some reason, I felt incredibly compelled to make my own account and leave my sincerest appreciation to the author of said epic story. Truly it's a great read. No, it's not simply great, but the best Shiznat fic there is imho (and if you've read it, I think you'll agree with me). Note that when I landed upon this world of ff, I never knew MH or Shiznat. So you can say that if not for her extraordinary talent, I wouldn't stay in ff nor would I like this fandom. In essence, I wouldn't write for this fandom if I didn't like it. Hence, I blame and thank her at the same time :p
Why explain this in detail? Well, I was hoping one certain individual would finally be convinced... :))
Anyway, to the old readers of this story: I apologize for the delay. My muse for this story has literally went MIA. If you find her, kindly tell her to come back. I dearly miss her. To the new readers: This story is crazy, AU, and OOC so I highly suggest that you throw out your previous concepts regarding Shiznat or else you'll find this (and the rest of my stories) very confusing. If you can't do that, then discontinue reading. If you're still willing to try, then I'm very pleased. And I know this may be redundant but I really hope that you enjoy reading TMYN as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Revelation
(Natsuki)
Darkness.
All I can see is darkness.
Where am I? The last thing I can recall was drinking at the bar and...and...
Oh my God.
I remember! Not all of it but bits and pieces. First is the image of a vixen in red hitting the owner of the club with her elbow. Then a series of me and her comes up: me, asking her name; she, avoiding me; me, seducing her; she, leaving me; me, going after her...
Oh...Shoot!
I followed her inside the lavatory and then, and then, we—she and I—had sex! Me and a complete stranger!
Argghhhh!
The events are gradually coming back to me though only in fragments, like flashes of short episodes, but in much better resolution than ten seconds ago.
Yes. Oh, no...Yes. Not only did I have myself dead drunk, I also managed to go gaga over a person whom I just met in the club and at the same time, I recalled bluntly surrendering my purity to her.
I'm so dead.
Okay, hold it right there. In my defence, I was totally out of my wits due to extreme inebriation. Also, she flirted and seduced me back! It would be wrong, close to being a sin if I ignore her advances. Plus, who could seriously resist such beauty?
No one alive.
I am comfortable with my sexuality though I'm not quite certain which gender I'd prefer for a lover. Thus, I read some literatures regarding the act of both kinds. From the way how I almost turned into mush after I came in her hands I'd say I like – love – the same sex one. No need to rethink, phone a friend, ask the audience or whatever. I. Love. It.
The mere thought of her in me – oh God – makes me hot all over again. I've never had an experience before so I might not be in the position to say it's the best. But, but, but! Good Lord! If there's anything betterthan what she did, I'm going to sell my soul this instant. For that brief moment of happiness she has given me, I think she definitely deserves an award. What she has done to me toppled all those talk regarding great sex. Because of her, my standards are way, way, above normal. Even before my standards for everythingis high but this time – especially this time – mediocrity is not allowed. Not after I have reached heaven even during my drunken state wherein most of my senses are down. What more if I was lucid at that time?
Oh dear...
The process of being a true woman has been in my mind for quite some time but I never imagine to actually accomplish it on my birthday. I planned and wanted to; however, under no circumstances I would have thought it could really happen and with such a hottie too! All those exhilarating descriptions I've read and heard were not even close to the real thing. It's sounreal. Beyond the reach of human sense if I could be perfectly honest. Though I almost did not reach the gates of heaven – almost is the key word – due to the interruption created by the vixen's curse-worthy mobile phone. Good thing I'm such a girl scout...
Really, did I just say that?
I internally cried. The image of my sweet and loving father would be shattered once he got a hold of what happened to me. He'll go berserk for sure. In his eyes, I'm his precious and perfect daughter whose rebellious actions were only due to my late mother's upcoming death anniversary. It's a day after my birthday – cruel, I know – and every single year, a week before that horrible day, I tend to be different from my usual gentle demeanor. One could say I'm quite distant and cold – a demeanor which totally unheard of me, the Miss Congeniality back in school.
Of course my family understands me very well. We all have different ways in how to cope with our loss. My father goes to the beach wherein he met mother, my brother travels to who-knows-where and I isolate myself as I devour all food and drinks imaginable that doesn't contain mayonnaise. We tried doing fishing together last year, a past time we used to do with mother, and unfortunately, it made us even more depress. Ergo our decision to give ourselves a week of don't-ask-don't-tell escapades on our own which includes the day of my birthday much to my stepmother's dismay.
Speaking of my stepmother, she's a wonderful person whom my father met a year after my biological mother's death. She's open-minded and very understanding, characteristics typical of a therapist but really she's genuinely a good natured person in my opinion. I personally like her, not as a replacement for my mother – God forbid – but as a companion for my father who was utterly devastated from the accident. It has been five years since it happened and father would always say he's doing better but we all know that is far from the truth. We always see him stares blankly outside the window pane in his office whenever he thought he's alone.
It pains me dearly to see someone I love suffer. That's why I was glad Kara, my stepmother, is such a positive person to be around with. She helps my father professionally as a therapist and personally as a wife. It's a great deal when I think about it.
Despite all these remarkable points of Kara, my older brother – Natsuo, similar to mine I know – doesn't like her. He insists that Kara's kindness is merely a facade and I should be wary around her. He cannot say this outright to my father, only to me of course, for he doesn't have evidence to prove his suspicions.
Yes, suspicions.
Natsuo – he said that I should call him by his name instead of 'bro' or 'onii-chan' – is an agent of Interpol. He doesn't say what exactly his position is nor shares his experiences, I bet it is classified. Because of the nature of his job it is only natural for him to be cynical around everyone except for us, his family; though not surprisingly enough he does not include Kara. Ever since father announced he is in a relationship with his therapist he became awfully attentive and curious of our daily activities. I swear he can be extreme at times; He even situated a couple of bodyguards to look after me. Unfortunately for them, I care for my privacy dearly and I'm a fast learner hence after five months I was able to ditch them. Naturally they were fired which made me feel bad – just a bit.
For a few months I thought I was free – being a daughter of a public figure doesn't help – from all the attention. Though for some reasons I think I'm being watched again but only this time in the shadows.
Gahh...
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the love and care my family is giving me but more often than not I feel suffocated. It doesn't help that the very day I should be grateful for is the day before my mother's tragedy. Somehow, deep within me, I feel I don't deserve to be watched over. That it is my fault why my mother died terribly.
The morning after my birthday, I had this urge to eat my mother's delicious pancakes with mayonnaise all over instead of butter. Unluckily, we're out of mayonnaise due to our over usage of the said ingredient for my birthday party. After seeing my pout, my mother immediately went out to the local grocery to buy some. She never came back.
Mom...
I can't help but berate myself once again. Me and my odd taste. If only I could turn back the time, I'd remove my stupid pout. Then she doesn't have to go out...
Mom...
No one blames me. Who could blame a twelve year old anyway? No one.
No one except herself.
Nevertheless, father and Natsuo believe it's their responsibility to look after me more than ever. There were some controversies in the past regarding the incident such as it was no mere accident but my father and brother took care of it. They firmly believe that it is better to think of it as an unfortunate event to avoid hostile feelings. My mother would always tell us that whenever bad things occur we, as a family, should trust one another and stay together. We are not to blame others for the mistakes rather help each other to move forward. For any sign of weakness of the bond would only lead to despair and eventually, destruction.
Sorry Mom but I feel...I know I am to blame.
I am their precious Natsuki, the summer child like Natsuo. My parents met and fell in love during summer time hence their love for the said time of the year. The same stupid time of the year I helplessly want to forget but cannot. Who could possibly forget such period wherein all sorts of memories came about?
Ahh...
I groaned. All this thinking of my family and my past made my head pound even harder. Honestly, before anyone could relieve me of this current situation I genuinely wish they have aspirins to share. The knocking sensation gradually became intense in a slow motion like manner.
What am I even describing about? I feel so lightheaded; I need to close my eyes.
So I did.
I woke up a little later due to a warm sensation enveloping me gently. I flinched involuntarily.
"Stay still." Someone commanded. I felt myself being lifted up.
"What is happening? Where am I? Who are you?" I asked in rapid successions. Not seeing is one thing but being hangover andnot seeing are entirely different matter to be nervous about.
When I was not answered I tried squirming. That's when I realized I'm tied – both my hands and feet – by a strong material, plastic I guessed.
Guess? Why can't I see anything? I open my eyes, I see nothing. I close my eyes, I see nothing.
What is going on?
After pondering different possible reasons as to why I cannot see I concluded that I must be blind. The horror in my face must have been quite obvious for I have heard a light chuckle.
"Do not worry. Your five senses are still intact. I simply tied and blindfolded you." She stated as if it's a normal thing to do. Then she added, "Besides damaged goods are bad for business."
Subsequent to her heartless laugh she continued walking while carrying me. I attempted to untie my hands and failed miserably, I cannot even touch nor make it budge!
"Where are you taking me?" I haughtily demanded. Since I found out she won't harm me I decided to play it tough.
"Missy, don't push your luck. I might not harm you but I can still make you miserable." A serious warning was her reply.
I swallowed my almost non-existing saliva.
The persistent and somewhat brave me tried again, "At least remove my blindfolds—Shit!" She removed it without warning and I honestly believe the sudden exposure of light destroyed my eyesight. It also doesn't help that I'm still heavily hangover. Overwhelming sensations are coming from different directions.
Remind me not to celebrate anything with a bottle of tequila or was it bottles?
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I said furiously while I fend off the light by burying myself into the closest refuge I could find. Not only did it protect me from the offending light, it also cushioned my scrunched up expression. My, oh my, it is terribly soft and warm almost like...
Shit.
"For a target you are quite spoiled. Nestling in my bosom usually entails trip to the underworld. Consider yourself lucky, Miss Kuga." The voice said with a hint of reproach and irony.
Lucky? Me? Far from it, my dear captor.
Afterwards I attempted to calm my nerves by inhaling deeply.
Oh my God.
The smell is vaguely familiar – a hint of vanilla and jasmine tea. Absolutely sophisticated and heavenly...Hold on! Jasmine tea?
I instantaneously looked up...
Oh. My. God.
Red.
All I can see is red.
I fainted.
Or so I thought.
Girl I couldn't be more wrong.
"Quit the act, brat. You're not fooling anyone." The owner of those pure crimson eyes said.
"Y-ou!" I lamely said.
"Yes, it is I." She smirked.
"Let me go at once!" I screamed while fidgeting under her arms.
"Ara, ara...I highly advise you not to do that or else I might drop you. My fingers can be quite slippery sometimes..." To prove her point – one by one – she gradually detached her finger tips from its hold and before I slid off completely, she caught me again and those same fingers dug into my flesh.
I involuntarily inhaled twice and choke with my own breath.
She innocently smiled and continued walking.
I give up. This woman could torture me with a whip and I'd only scream in pleasure...
Oh shit. I didn't just think of that.
To top it off, I'm now starting to recall everything. Everything. Ever so vividly. I'm even terribly aware of those fingers grasping my hips right now and remembered how soft and slender they were inside my...
Hell! I'm certainly going straight to hell.
Without the aid of a mirror or any reflective devices I'm quite sure I am the splitting image of a ripe tomato at this very moment. I have a feeling she'll make fun of me when she sees my current state – I bet with a dozen pair of my lingerie that she already did – that's why I turned away my head to observe the surrounding.
Aside from the obvious darkness of the sky I could see from afar the club where I was abducted from. We're currently crossing a short bridge that will lead to a vast parking lot. I left my beloved Ducati there that's why I'm familiar with the terrain. Momentarily I enjoyed the scenery: lush plants and clean flowing river under the colossal sky which holds at least a million splendid stars. Seconds turned to minutes and I didn't hear anything except for the sound of her high heels. That's when I noticed how awfully peaceful the night is considering there's a crime – hello, I'm the victim how are you? – happening at the moment. Then I realized I'm slightly bothered by the silence, most specifically,her silence.
Why do I care if she says something – anything – to me?
I prevented any ridiculous idea that may form in my head, and instead I subtly gaze my emerald eyes to a pair of crimsons to see her reaction just to find a disturbingly wave in them.
What is that look? I can't discern it... Sadness? Perhaps. Hopelessness? Not quite it. What is it? What is it?
What is it that makes you look so—vulnerable?
Oh. That's it.
She's a person who appears to be longingfor... Longing for what? Or is it a who?
Tell me is that the person who carries your heart?
Even I am confused with the flow of my own thoughts. I'm absolutely perplexed with my feelings. My heart is gradually changing into a tune unlike no other.
Is it you?
Is it you that will carry my heart?
My eyes wanted to ask all these but the crimsons are not paying any attention. Her mind seems a thousand miles away.
It hurts.
I think my heart hurts because of you.You,whose heart belongs to another.You,whose eyes are solely for another.You,whose lips are for...
Lips.
Now that I think of it, I have never touched nor tasted those delicious looking lips.
'That's because she avoided yours when you tried to capture it.' Someone from my head explained.
Ouch.
The hammering sensation all over my head earlier cannot measure up to the bludgeoning heart of mine. The tremendous pain in my head seems like a prick compared to my excruciating heart. The light headedness that I experienced not so long ago wouldn't hold a candle to my currently numbed and possibly, dying heart.
"Sakura..." I heard her whisper that name again ever so lovingly.
Is it her? The name you just called?
Is she the one? Is she the lucky one who holds your heart?
Even I cannot deny that I'm extremely envious of this Sakura. How was she able to entice a goddess? Okay, not a complete goddess because of her attitude. Still, I haven't met anyone who is this gorgeous. So gorgeous that even the adjective itself seems inadequate. There's no word suffice to describe her.
After a while I heard a click, it seems we have arrived in our destination and she opened something, probably the door. I did not look away, I cannot and I will not.
I wouldn't dare take my eyes away from you.
Yes, if I was her I wouldn't even dare think to leave this person. I will spend every single second of my time – of my life – beside her. If I can't, I'll do everything in my power to let her know that I'm with her. That she is not alone, wherever she might be. She will never wear that longing gaze. She wouldn't need to hide her true feelings. She wouldn't have to hold back. If she's with me...
Oh my...
Do I like her?
'Someone like her?' I mentally scoffed myself.
She may be beautiful – sure, perfect in my eyes – but she may well be the devil's reincarnate! For goodness sake, she kidnapped and then threatened to make me miserable!
Is this what they call Stockholm syndrome? Isn't there some sort of time frame for it to be valid? Judging from the events happened to both of us, I could say it's merely hours since we met. It's impossible. In such a short time? Truly impossible. But then again, I couldn't explain why I'm interested with her.
Just interested?
'No, the moment I saw her eyes I was captivated.' I finally admitted.
Now, not only do I envy Sakura, but I also loathe her for simply existing. If she did not, perhaps I might have a chance to snatch some attention of Pumpkin's eyes – those blazing red eyes.
I chuckled softly. Really, she said her name is Pumpkin. Who would ever believe that?
Slowly I reached out my tied hands to stroke her almost golden hair. But before I was able to touch her curly locks, she said. "In you go." I stopped hands midway and returned them to their originally position which was on top of my pounding chest.
What?
What did she say?
Before I could ask her what she meant by it, she turned those crimson eyes in my direction. My direction! And she smiled...
Oh shit.
I am—
"Behave." She commanded with a playful wink.
Shit.
I am—
She suddenly shove me inside a trunk...Hold on. A trunk?
I quickly checked my peripherals.
'Yes, I'm inside her car's trunk! What is going on? But more importantly, why does she have to smile likethat?'
And that very same disarming smile urged my heart to complete my previous thoughts.
–in love with her.
Next thing I saw was darkness.
Huh?
Then I heard another click.
Oh...
She just closed the trunk.
Really.
What a way to realize I've fallen in love.
After weighing my possible actions in this tight space, I decided to just close my eyes and contemplate over what happened not too long ago.
Great.
Just great. How could I fall in love in my current predicament? How could I fall in love with someone whom I don't even know?
A person who tells people her name is Pumpkin. Hah! Pumpkin! I'm in love with a Pumpkin!
A person who is mean and devious. Hah! An understatement! She's evil! So...I love this evil Pumpkin?
A person who could possibly end my life. Hah! HAH?
There's certainly something not right with that last statement.
So I did what I thought was absolutely normal in this kind of situation. I screamed, "HELP!"
The response I received was a calm, "Shut up."
A noise being produced by an engine, indicating the start of a car can be heard. We're moving.
If I was not claustrophobic before I think I am now.
"Help! Help! Heee—lp! Someone!" I shouted on top of my lungs.
No comeback except for the steady acceleration of the car. We're speeding up.
"Help! I'm being held captive! Please, anyone!" I bellowed another series of pleas.
Then suddenly the car came to a complete halt. My head made contact to the metallic ceiling of the trunk while my back was pillowed by a rather stiff object.
"Oww..." I said weakly as I turned my head to see what is next to me in this cramp space. I thought it might be her killing tools or whatever. After all a person who is capable of abduction could do anything. Anything. I blushed as my mind showed me images of our hot encounter back at the posh club.
My blush would have deepened if I haven't seen a pair of bloodshot eyes. Eyes that are bloodshot. Bloodshot. Eyes. Bloodshot. Eyes?
What?
The first thought that came into my mind is that my imagination is rather unhealthy. After this ordeal is over, I decided that I will not watch any horror films, drink at the point of lunacy, and hit on hot but possibly dangerous women. Believe me when I say that I will return to my old goody days. No more be free and be a true woman ideas. It may not be thrilling and fun but it was safer by a mile than what I am in right now.
Bloodshot eyes.
I trembled in the darkness as I close my eyes to remove the horrible image from my head.
"If you don't stop shouting I'll put a rag in your mouth." A stern warning was said.
So I tried rationalizing things to calm my freaking nerves. 'It is not possible, not plausible and definitely, highly unlikely! Besides it is awfully dark in here how could I be sure it's not...'
Then in an instant a ray of light came inside the compartment, we must have stopped over a well lighted area, which illuminated the most dreadful thing I have ever seen. Ever. In. My. Life. Seriously I should also eliminate this curious side of mine if I did I wouldn't have to see it. The 'it' is a body of a dead man with bloodshot eyes. Dead. Bloodshot eyes. Dead. Dead eyes. Dead.
Oh my...oh my...oh my...oh my...
"HEEEEEEELLLP! Fucking help me!" I shrieked in panic. My flight and fight instinct told me to wildly throw my fist and slam my feet to whatever object that would make noise. It doesn't matter if it hurts. Truth be told, pain is the least of my worries. I need to get out. I need to get out. I need to get out!
"What the fuck is your problem?" She said as I heard her climbed out of the car and walked towards me.
She's going to kill me. She's going to kill me. Me. Dead. Just like this man...
Oh no...
My first love is really an evil person. Why do I have the feeling that I'm the unluckiest person in the world? It's not a hyperbole but a simple fact. Yes, a very straightforward fact that I'll be killed once she opens this stinky compartment which holds me and a very dead body.
Sigh.
It must be rather nice to be killed in an instant. Knowing how you are going to end up won't do any good to your nervous system or any systems for that matter, I'm sure. Just thinking of what will happen, it slowly kills me. Time goes into a slow motion and I swear I could count her foot steps.
Is that my count down?
Everything has been fantastic so far. I have no regrets to be honest. Sure I may have committed some mistakes – specifically pursuing a killer and falling in love with her after – though I must say I am extremely blessed at the same time. The life I have – had, after she kills me – is just like a wondeful dream. And like any other dream it seems I have to wake up.
Sigh.
"HEeeellppppp..." I cried out. Tears started pouring out of my tear ducts. I can't help it. All of my hopes and dreams will never come true. I will never have the chance. Never. Again.
Is this what it feels like to realize you have so much to do?
"Heee—*hiccup—lp..." I drawled oddly. What about my family? I never had the chance to say I'm sorry for all the trouble I've given them. I want to tell them I am really the one to blame for the accident of our loving mother and that they don't have to burden themselves anymore because it is entirely my fault. I know they still do for I feel the same. I want to shoulder their crosses with the last few breaths that I have left. I also wanted to thank them for giving me everything a daughter and a sibling could ask for and more.
Crap. My tears won't stop falling. It may out best the water flow of Niagara Falls in terms of force and velocity.
"Heee—"
A light. Then I saw a pair of crimson eyes which made me swallow the last letters unconsciously.
"What the hell?" She said in exasperation.
Huh?
I am the one who's going to be dead in a couple of seconds or minutes if I'm lucky, but here she is, annoyed in every possible way. What the hell is wrong with her? I should be the one irritated, not her. I never asked for any of this...
'But you did ask her to make you come...' an evil retort from someone inside my head.
Really.
Are we going to tackle that again?
"Just kill me now. Please. Quickly without pain and not like this guy." I nodded my head to my current trunkmate. I'm tired and I want it to be over.
"What the hell? Did you crack your head or something?" She replied, still annoyed.
"I said, kill me. That's what you are about to do right? Not just like—"
"Shut up." The brunette said in a creepy voice. So I did, shut up.
She continued, "I am not going to kill you. Did I not say before that damaged goods are bad for business? What made you think I'd destroy it?"
"But—but—he is—dead!" I yelled.
"Of course he is. I killed him." She said in a bored voice. Then she checked the time in her classy wristwatch.
"..."
"I'll be five minutes late..." she sighed. "This is not good. So can you shut up and let me drive in peace? If you don't I'll put something in your mouth that originally belongs to him." She smirked as she pointed her pretty index finger towards the dead man's tie.
Oh no...
When she saw my stricken expression she immediately said, "Okay, maybe not that. But you get the idea so shut up."
She was about to close the trunk when I said, "Why?"
A confused expression was painted in her beautiful face.
"Why—why did you kill him? There must be a valid reason?" I asked carefully. I did not know the man and obviously, never will, but I feel sorry for him. The death of a person should be justified. Life is precious. It shouldn't be taken so lightly. The guy must have been an evil person, very evil, to deserve such punishment.
"He tried hitting on me." She sneered.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I exploded as I throw my restricted extremities forward. I want to hit her so bad.
What kind of reasoning is that?
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shouted, louder this time. She seemed surprised so I took it as an opportunity to mock her. "You're a monster!"
That got her attention and she swiftly cupped my chin, it stung. "Hah! Of course I am!" She laughed deviously and then added, "He should be thankful...I'm not going after his family."
"Devil! You're the devil!" I spit on her face. The extreme fury in me cannot be controlled, it outweighed the fear.
The 'devil' slapped my face hard with her other hand. After seeing it made a perfect print of her hand she gingerly removed my saliva off her face and licked it. Yes. She. Licked. It.
God...
Why do I feel like I have just seen the most erotic tongue in the world?
Thankfully before my mind managed to slip back to my sexual encounter with the devil, a seductive voice woke me up. "You may be tasty but I advise you not to do that again unless I tell you."
Huh? What did she just say? Was that foreplay?
Shit...not again.
I blushed, heavily.
"Ara, ara, such nice color. Red really suits you." The devil said as she leisurely rub my reddened chin.
I became a tomato head again. Again. In her evil but beautiful hands.
She gave me a hearty laugh. "You are beyond interesting. I'd take you home if only—"
"Then take me home." Was my immediate response. Don't ask me why I said that. I am starting to lose control. The emotions are surging back in my chest. Yes, I truly hate her for killing a flirty but innocent man. I hate her but I also...
Love her.
She really is my first love, I am now certain. Even after I've learned how evil and inhuman she really is, just one look at her magnificent crimson eyes... I'm defeated. Completely defeated.
Is this how to fall in love? Knowing the bad but accepting it nonetheless?
My previous rationalization became invalid and useless. The rational Natsuki in me converted into the dark side. I hate this. I hate her.
Why cannot I choose a better person to love? Why does my heart have to be so stupid?
"Don't be stupid." My love stated. Ding!A confirmation of my stupidity. Yes, I guess I must be stupid.
"I guess I am stupid." I feebly admitted.
"Anyway," she released her hold of my chin. "This will over soon so just sit...err...stay put like a good child, okay?"
"Over?" I asked dumbly.
The devil reverted into her normal sexy self. "Yes, over. You won't see me after this so be happy." She grinned.
Without a second thought I grabbed her hand and yelled, "No!"
"No?" She asked, obviously baffled. Not a surprise for I am confused with my actions and emotions as well. Everything is not normal.
Who cares about normalcy? I want her. Her. I want her to stay with me.
So I told her, "Don't leave me." I clutched her warm hands tighter. "Stay with me."
Her eyes widen and she was speechless for a while.
I would be too if someone told me to stay with such passion.
After a while she gently pulled her hands away from my grasp. Then she stared at me with an indiscernible expression. "Saying that won't earn you a seat in front. You are staying exactly where you are right now until we arrive in our rendezvous point."
Huh? Huh?
Did she think I'm making a goddamn joke here? That I'm pulling a lame ass trick just so I could sit on a freaking chair?
Now I'm pissed off. So I shouted, "I love you dammit! I'm not—"
"Don't be ridiculous." She said coldly and without looking back at me she closed the trunk.
Darkness.
All I can see is darkness.
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Thanks for reading and till next time.
Side story:
Natsuki: Hey, where's Waki?
Crimson: Why?
Natsuki: That...that...person. Look! *points out manuscript*
Crimson: Ara...ara...
(Natsuki storms out of the office.)
Waki: What's with her? *yawns* She was yelling so loud, I can't sleep a wink.
Crimson: You are in big trouble.
Waki: *scratches head* Huh?
Crimson: *sigh* In our first chapter you referred to her as Natsuki Fuga. *chuckles* It's Kuga not Fuga. Silly!
Waki: Ohh...that.
Crimson: Ara...ara...it seems you know about it?
Waki: Well yes, an anon pointed out my mistake. It's hard to see little details when you're mentally disturbed...errr...preoccupied...*blahblahblah* Anyway, this *shows a Microsoft word file* is the new script. Hasn't she heard of backspace?
Crimson: *sips her tea*
Waki: How angry was she?
Crimson: *smiles*
Waki: Heyy!
Crimson: We'll see in the next chapter.
Waki: ...