Be My Girlfriend Chapter Four
Manslaughter
By: moipaintsasmile
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The house was a little too overrated, just a little too over. Sometimes, I wonder why rich people buy too many things, most of which they simply hide away or display in one corner of a long-winding hallway and let each accumulate dust. If I were the one to receive the money they were wasting for busts and statuettes, I'd buy my mom medication, buy us a new house, and get my brother a car. The rest would probably go to charity and my tuition, in case I lose the scholarship.
There were paintings hanging on the walls of the hallway, which was seemingly endless. Ootori was probably leading me somewhere where he can slaughter me to death and sell my organs for donation and transplant.
Shudder at the thought twice and barf on his shoes three times.
"Hey, where are you taking me?" I asked, skipping a few steps to catch up with his fast pace.
"I don't know," he shrugged his shoulders casually. "Probably in a dark, soundproof room where I can slaughter you to death. Our hospital needs organ donations."
Okay, maybe barfing on his shoes wasn't a bad idea after all.
"Hey, Ootori, did you hear what I told you on the car park?" I asked him while brushing the thought of manslaughter off. "Were you even listening?"
"What do you think?"
"Uh," I paused for a while and struggled to catch up with him again. "No."
He stopped abruptly and glanced behind, drawing a cringe and a few goose bumps from his 'glare' victim. He started walking again when he saw me gulp.
"If I were you, I'd rather keep quiet," he told me in a low voice. "This hallway has never been too disturbed before."
"Tch," I snorted while pursing my lips and biting my tongue to keep myself from berating him.
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A few moments later, he stopped in front of a large, ornate door. He told me to wait on the hall before he slipped inside and disappeared behind it. I bit my tongue again, crossed my arms and looked around.
The hallway was a lot wider here. Probably because the lighting was better and the windows were larger. The carpet looked a lot more elegant and I glanced down to my dried mud-soaked shoes. The shoes didn't match the stylish maroon carpet beneath my feet.
There were many times when I dreamed about being rich. I always wondered what it would be like to lie in a warm, king-size bed inside a spacious room, or wake up in the morning, ringing a bell like a princess with your servant bringing your breakfast to bed. Money always had a significant value to me. The Ashina family is poor and we had to struggle everyday. It was a good thing I got the varsity scholarship for Ouran for track and field or I would have to resort to the dilapidated building of the high school department of my old school. Not that I'm complaining about my old school though but it was more than a relief that I was able to enter a prestigious institute.
I paced around the empty hall, observing the statuettes, which stood against the walls. I stopped, my hand rubbing my cheek partly calculating how many more statues of near-naked and completely naked men were displayed along the hallway of the whole house. Which reminds me of the empty hallways inside the school. Perhaps all rich people had an unusual fetish for near-naked men posed smartly like Greek philosophers I've seen on the pages of our sociopolitical textbooks in school.
The statue, which stood beside me, presented himself with much intellect. I would have admired his stance if only he was wearing a robe or a fig leaf or anything almost decent to cover his private parts. I averted my eyes from below to examine his face.
"Do you like posing naked like this?" I asked him, not expecting an answer. Kami knows what would happen if it talked back. I shuddered again at the thought and poked his chest lightly, as if making sure it was not actually alive.
"Do Ootori enjoy the view of your private parts?"
I considered my question for a moment and cringed inwardly. "No. I'd rather you not answer that."
I looked around, double-checking that Ootori was still inside and out of earshot. "Your master is taking quite sometime inside that room, don't you think?"
The statue remained still, much to my relief. "Aren't you quite getting tired of that pose?" I asked him while moving to his side and raising my hands up to rest it upon my cheek, imitating his position. One of his legs was crossed over the other and I moved my left feet to cross it over my right. I pressed my shoulder against his arm to maintain my balance.
"Well, your pose is a little uncomfortable," I winced when I felt a leg muscle suddenly contract and I begin to drop and lose stability. I swear it was by accident when I my elbow knocked against the arm of the statue and it swayed slightly, threatening to topple off balance.
"Shit!" I cursed aloud while fumbling for my reflexes, as I started to fall with the innocent statue below me.
Gravity was betraying. I wondered idly how many deities I've summoned so they can get me out of this hell–er, I mean, mess.
The fall happened so fast I had not sufficient time to react and mutter enough curse words. I landed on top of his behind with my cheek pressed against his shoulder blade. The sound of breaking glass didn't happen, much to my respite. Then I remember statues weren't made of glass and thank Kami. I sighed; pleased that the statue and my soul was spared, and I tried to catch my breath for a few seconds more.
Please don't make Ootori emerge from the room just yet.
Composing myself, I scrambled up to my feet and pulled the statue back up to push it against the wall. The weight was not much of a problem. When I successfully returned it to the spot where it stood before, I wiped the dampness of my forehead with the sleeve of my shirt.
"For a moment, you gave me a scare there," I accused the statue with yet another poke on the chest. My eyes moved down and lingered on the abdomen downwards to find...
"Shit! I castrated him!" I slapped my forehead with much force, it made my head spin a little. I bent down on my knees to look for his private parts, and I cursed again when I found his balls on the maroon carpet...
Please don't let Ootori kill me. I still need to pay my rent.
With my other hand covering my eyes, I picked the statue's private parts up with my fingers and peeked a little so I would know where I should attach it back.
Damn, why does it have to be his balls, for goodness' sake! I need glue!
"Dammit!"
"What are you doing?"
I jumped at the sound of a familiar voice from behind me. I turned my head back to look at him and put my hand cover down. I gulped.
"You seemed to be guilty of something."
"I didn't do anything!" My voice practically squeaked to a higher note. I closed my fist around the statue's private parts and turned to face him with both my hands behind me, my body still covering the murder I've just done.
"It doesn't seem like it."
"There's nothing wrong, I swear."
He moved his head to one side to probably peer over to what I was trying to hide. As a cover-up excuse, I jumped up to startle him. I released one of my hands and grabbed his arm to push him away. I shoved the statue's balls inside my pocket and led Ootori forward and away from the crime scene.
Ootori tried to glance back and I blocked his view with my own head.
"You're acting pretty suspicious," he told me as I freed his arm when the statue was out of sight. We tackled a flight of stairs and I brushed my arm against my moist forehead. That was close.
"Nothing is, I promise," I assured him as I tried to catch my breath. I shoved my hands back to my pockets and...
Shit!
I still have his private parts. I am officially and utterly doomed.
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My sweat pores seemed unusually large today. I perspired twice as much as I sat on the receiving area of Ootori's mansion, as he handed a brown envelope over to me. The weight of the rock (the statue's balls) on my pocket was also three times as heavy.
"You look rather pale," Ootori observed as he looked over to where I sat.
"I'm fine," I told him while accepting the envelope.
"That's the amount you've asked for." To my relief, he changed the subject quickly. He pulled out a piece of paper from another manila envelope and gave it to me. "You should sign there, as a proof that you're going to pay me back."
"I'll pay you back soon," I assured him. As soon as I get my paycheck for the month, I sure will pay him back.
"I suggest you read it first," he said as I grabbed a nearby pen and signed my name on the bottom left of the paper. "Oh well, it's too late, perhaps. You can read it later then."
"There's no need," I told him. "I'll just leave it to you. Thanks for letting me borrow, by the way."
"Hm," he scoffed. "No problem."
"Uh, can I go now?"
I have to leave. The sooner, the better, before they found out what I've done.
"Wait," he stopped me when I was about to stand. He shoved a hand on his pocket and pulled something out of it. I gulped. It couldn't be a gun, yes?
Oh no, I'm doomed.
"In case I have trouble getting in touch," he explained and I was surprised to see he wasn't holding anything fatal. Instead, a slick, yellow, mobile phone sat on his outstretched palm. "Take it."
"Eh?" I picked it from his hand. "I don't have money to pay for this."
"I added it to your debt," he told me.
"Well, of course." What else could it be? Nothing could ever go free in this world anymore.
"I'm on number one speed dial. Anyway, just read the manual. It's enclosed in the envelope."
"Er," I started with uncertainty. "I guess... Can I go now?"
"Of course," he said. "I'd be glad to."
Sure enough, a lady clad with what I assumed to be a maid's uniform approached me with a warm smile and I stood up. Ootori motioned his hand and gestured me to follow her. She led me out of the house and out of the gate.
"Take care, ma'am," she bid me good bye. Her smile was still there and I could not help but smile back and thank her.
Dusk began to cover the sky and I looked forward to the horizon, which was a canvass of orange, blue and purple colors. I glanced down to the brown envelope on my hand and sighed with relief. It was certain I wouldn't be kicked out of my apartment tonight and I would still be sleeping on a bunk bed for one whole month. At least I didn't forget to thank Ootori for helping me, though. I shoved the envelope inside my bag for safety.
I pushed my hand back on the pocket where the rock was and I cursed myself inwardly. As much as I get to keep my apartment, there awaits me some more trouble, deeper trouble. Meanwhile, I still have to find a way to get this thing back to its owner. Or better yet, find a good way to dispose of it.
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To be continued.
A/N: I wonder why I'm writing this when I have finals for Natural Science I (combined Chem and Physics) tomorrow? Also written while the TV is on, airing the Pacquiao-Clottey fight. Hail, Pacman! Er, anyway, thanks for keeping up with this story, despite late updates.
