A/N: Quick update ya? You read ya? Cool ya?
Sixth Slice: White Suburb Impressionism
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..."Everybody's someone else's freak,
Every cure is someone else's disease."...
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"Why isn't he waking up?! Dammit Witch! What the hell is going on?!"
Doumeki had to yell over the sound of my screams.
"He's infected."
Yuko's voice was smooth, controlled.
Scared.
There was a stagnate pause....
a breath, I could practically see the cringe on Doumeki's face simply from the tone of his voice.
The strain of it.
I thrashed, but not me. My body did.
My mind wasn't even attached to it.
Like I was residing somewhere else with a television set to a channel that let me watch.
A television that was connected to surround sound.
To recorded cable.
It kept replaying that knife coming down, the blood.
The gore.
Another scream.
Cry.
Shout.
Shudder.
"Infected? With what..."
Yuko said nothing, remained silent.
The price was probably too high.
As if my life was worth something.
Doumeki had had enough.
A slam, anger radiating off him in waves. More noise adding to my never ceasing cries.
Though I had never seen anything outside of that stoic mask, or that terrifying glimmer of pure evil -my mind t.v. decided to get a close up of that malicious smile at that very moment-, I understood what Doumeki would look like, with pure hatred wafting around him.
"You know I'll pay, whatever it is. Cure him."
There was a stagnate pause....
Pause....
pause....
pause....
"Wait. The price will decrease."
"He doesn't have time to wait and you kno-"
"The end result will ultimately be the same, but the journey that gets you to that resolution may not be in either of your best interests. The end does not always justify the means."
Doumeki's fists clenched tightly. Probably the only thing keeping him from beating the answer out of her.
Probably not the actual answer, just whatever it was he wanted to hear.
That everything would be okay.
Maybe...
Possibly...
Probably not.
Then there was a hush.
I had probably, finally, passed out.
Yuko turned to leave.
"He's stopped. Enjoy your time with him while you can."
Doumeki's golden eyes widened at her words.
She was at the door.
"And Doumeki-kun..." She started
He continued to look at her back, the flowing silk kimono and abundant obi knotted perfectly in every way.
"You're infected too."
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A/N: Holy shAt, am I really updating this story in a reasonable amount of time?! HOT DOG!
I forgot how much fun this story is to write, it's very stream-of-consciousness-y which is always very enjoyable for me.
OH MY DAMN! Look! I give you the start of PLOT! OMFGABCD!
I know, I'm intense like that.
Anywhozle. Thanks for all the reviews I received for the last chapter, a lot of them made me happy and smile and realize "Damn I really need to get back to writing..." I've been slacking so much. (Photoshop has been eating all of my writing muses.....odd)
Please keep reviewing, see I do update when I have proper motivation~
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