"It was like something out of a shitty straight-to-TV movie. Everyone gasped, went quiet, and started talking amongst themselves. No one could believe that just happened. Then the priest dude or whatever tried to solve the problem, asking him 'are you sure?'. But then Kim started to cry and(more) turned and stormed off stage. All within like five seconds of it." He paused. "Crazy, man. I can't believe it either, they were so good together. Turns out she was cheating on him for months and that was how he wanted to get back at her. Basically by publicly denouncing her in front of all their friends and family."
"So did he, like, rant about her or anything?"
"No. not at all. It was really simple from his perspective. He said no, and that was that."
My eyes were eager as I looked up to meet his. He has these eyes like chrome ball barrings. I swear I can seem my own fear of rejection glimmering in them. "You ready to be a good girl?" He asks. All I can do is lower my head,(more) hang it down low like a dog's tail. Shameful.
Suddenly there's a sharp jolt at my neck. I look up to see him wrapping the chain attached to the collar he had put on me around his hand. Pulled taut.
"I asked you a question," he said detached. "Perhaps you didn't hear me. I said, are you ready to be a good girl?" I felt my heart jump as he slid off those two words.
"Yes Sir," I squeaked.
"Good. Good. I only like good girls you know. I've no time to punish indiscretions." He tugged the chain again, letting me know he wanted me to follow him. I crawled across his hard wood floors on my knees, my cocktail dress pulled up over my hips. Ass exposed. And I could feel the redness coming to my shins as they lurched forward after him.
Once we reached his bedroom he let go of the chain. "Up on the bed," he instructed, and I did as I was told. That's part of the rules.
His bed was warm already, as if someone had already been sleeping in it. And it was soft too. Like a big, pastel marshmallow.
He stood there watching as I prostrated myself diagonally, from one corner to the other. "Are you going to join me?" I asked toward the ceiling.
"Oh no, Kitten," he said with a smile--though I couldn't see it. "Oh no. This is all you, honey. You're the star of the show now-- don't disappoint." (less)
Gotou stood outside the closed apartment door and contemplated it silently. He knew Masayoshi was inside; he'd seen the lights on when he came around the building. That was really no surprise, Masayoshi had a key now that they were living together, and some days he just got home(more) before Gotou did.
No, what concerned him was the level of noise that was leaking through the closed apartment door. He could pick out Masayoshi's voice, even if he couldn't quite catch the words - it would raise and lower, and there was something ... else.
Well, he could stay out here and ponder, or he could just go on with it and find out what on earth was going on in his apartment; so Gotou steeled himself and opened the door.
"-get BACK here, STOP-!"
Masayoshi skidded to a stop in the doorway between the hall and the room, soaking wet and dripping - and the dog stopped before Gotou, bubbles still in its fur. It braced its paws apart on the floor and barked at him.
The dog was a mid-sized thing, some kind of Akita breed, although it was probably larger when it was soaking wet - and Masayoshi said; "No, wait- DON'T-"
The dog shook itself out, spraying the walls and Gotou with water.
Gotou blinked, and looked from the dog - who had angled itself to scratch its head - to the already-soaked Masayoshi, who sighed exaggeratedly.
The last picture she tagged me in was a picture of her blue high heels. The caption read "back to the beach! off to feel the night." Then nothing. The rest was a foggy nightmare captained by a fool with no navigational skills nor command of the rudder. We(more) both died that night. The deep ocean breakers hit and she died the fastest. I now remain on dry land letting the salt air tear me apart bit by bit until the deep reaches up and takes me in time.(less)
"If you get calls from this number, you'd better pick up."
It had been two months since Souji had left Inaba when he got the first call. He'd been on edge constantly, keeping one hand in his pocket so he could feel the phone if it vibrated during(more) class. Thankfully, the call came in the evening, while Souji was holed up alone in his room, staring blankly at his composition textbook.
The first thing Adachi had said was "good."
Souji wasn't sure what he had expected. Apart from the unsettling greeting, it was a fairly normal conversation. Adachi asked how Souji was settling in at his new school, if he'd made any friends, if he'd joined any clubs, how his grades were. The curling, uncomfortable thing in Souji's stomach slowly dissipated the more they talked; he remembered the way the two of them had talked before, easy and comfortable over dinner at Dojima's. THIS was the person he'd protected. The person in the interrogation room in March, the person who'd laughed as he'd burned the letter, the person who'd murdered two women -- that was someone else entirely.
Two weeks later, Souji came home from soccer practice and fell asleep on the couch in his room. He woke up past 9pm to see six missed calls on his phone.
His heart dropped into his stomach.
He called back without even listening to the voice mails. Adachi picked up after the first ring. "What did I tell you about answering calls from this number?" he said, a clear line of fury beneath his otherwise jovial tone. "This had better not happen again."
"It won't," Souji said, his throat constricting around the words. "It won't, I promise, I'm sorry."
He didn't know if he had enough for the taxi fare. All he knew is that he needed to be there. A death isn't something that comes everyday. And sometimes, it comes at rush hour. He didn't to be at memorial hospital by the time they pulled the plug.(more) He needed to see him one last time. He wasn't expecting any sort of grand gesture. To feel a difference in aura, to see a last breath, or hear a final word. He needed to be in that stale, sanitary room because it was the right place to be. The only place he could be. Anywhere else would have been wrong. He did make it to the hospital though. He was struck by an oncoming car while trying to cross the street to a cab. He was pronounced dead on arrival. (less)
Clara peeked through the slit of her front door, and the darkness waved back. She creaked open the door just enough to slip her tiny figure passed, careful to not wake the residence. The cold breeze welcomed her as it brushed her hair amongst the moonlight. The owls hooted(more) in unison, and Clara strolled towards the sound as if it were guiding her.
She trekked a healthy distance before she grew familiar of the trail. Clara slid down a ditch too dark to see even with the moonlight. She navigated passed multiple flora before stopping upon a small hole. The hole was big enough for her to jump through, and this was not her first venture.
With no hesitation, Clara jumped down the hole and was greeted with the warm sunlight. She landed in the arms of a dragon, breaking her fall as Clara looked high to the sky where the hole disappeared. The dragon gazed upon her with its sapphire-like eyes, and shrieked as if to greet her. Clara smiled, "Hello Sunkiss" she said.
Clara wrapped her arms around the slender neck of the dragon, and then (less)
I look at the clock; 6:04 glows red in the darkness. Justin sleeps as I quietly dress; last night's skin tight fuck me dress and dangerously high stilettos. In the harsh florescent light of the master bathroom, I fondly reminisce about our tryst while washing off final mascara smears.(more) I write a note and seal it with a kiss, then teeter down the stairs by 6:30. Need to change and shower before work at 8:00.
I let myself out, painfully aware of my attire. I wave to Justin's neighbor as I walk to my car, avoiding all eye contact.
I made it to work on time.
Justin never did said anything about the note. (less)
I have one light out, even as I tell myself it's not time for bed. I have things that I need to accomplish today. There's so much to do and it is all so overwhelming and all I want to do is sleep to let it all pass by(more) me in a haze of sunlight and moonbeams floating across my window.
When did things get so hard? Not complicated or confusing but just flat out difficult? I don't seem to remember struggling in this same way before.
And yet here I am, turning the other light off and crawling under my blanket. Snuggling into the support of a sturdy bed and pillow fortifications I pull the covers over my head and forget the rest of the world exists.(less)
They are all over me. Cold and from what I can tell all seeming to be missing a thumb. I am passing through the temple with little control over where they are taking me, I assume to their Elder. My ship landed safely however the electrical storms fried my(more) controls and the unstable atmosphere made me seek refuge in the ramshackle mound these things consider a holy relic of their ancient Gods. There is no reasoning with these things. The noxious gasses have blurred my vision but from what I can make out they are roughly seven feet tall and see via their fingertips and some kind of glowing organ on their chest plate. This denotes an archaic race that cannot be reasoned with. I doubt they have seen five space vessels in their entire existence which I would estimate predates the creation of most major galaxies. I knew the risks. I know the risks. Why did I venture so far. I just wanted to see. I wanted to see what could be seen. Oh god. I'm entering some kind of surgery theater. Please get your hands off me before I go. I just need a moment's freedom before this thing sitting on the alter greets me. Please. Please leave me with one unhindered moment. I can't. Let me speak for the loveof-(less)