Western
section; Cafeteria; 11:20PM...
Lunchtime
had started and everyone, at this time, was already in the cafeteria. I was
sitting at a lunch table, as well, eating the special they were serving, today:
“Roastbeef with Chicken & Dumplings!” now, it wasn't really my decision to
eat in the cafeteria, but my voice didn't matter in this situation. Sitting
beside me with both her arms around mine was Keiko, having a cute smirk as she
rubbed her cheeks against my shoulders, which, for me, was a little
uncomfortable, as well as attracting a lot of attention from everyone around
me, in the cafeteria.
“Oh, Haru,
isn't it nice to have lunch with you?” Keiko said with enthusiasm; she took the
fork out of my hand, scooped up some of the Chicken & Dumplings, and told
me to “say ah!” wanting to feed me like a baby. I, on the other hand, felt
embarrassed because of people staring at me; however, as reluctant as I am
about doing this, I couldn't refuse out of not hurting Keiko’s feelings, or
make her angry, so I opened my mouth and took a bite.
“Ahem!” I
turned my attention to the front when, sitting in front of me, Elizabeth was,
also, eating. “Haru, you seem to be getting along well with our new classmate? Aren't
you going to introduce me to her?!” she intensely inquired, smiling with a wide
grin. Oh, don't be fooled, her smile did not match her dark glare, and
threatening aura.
I was a
little scared of Elizabeth's expression as I had a half-grin formed while a
large droplet of sweat appeared on my temple. Choosing my words wisely, I,
nervously, scratched my head and answered Elizabeth, “Well, you see, Lizzy...”
“...I'm
Keiko Yamaguchi, Haru's childhood friend and lover!” right there, Keiko cut me
off and introduced herself before I could. She was always blunt and would usually
say something that, even in elementary school and middle school, and I had
gotten use to it, but I would still feel awkward from what she would do.
Shocked, I
snapped my head to her and shouted, ecstatically, “Wait, who said I was your
lover?!” Elizabeth's dark aura started growing bigger after hearing that.
“Okay, I'm
not your lover, but I still want to be,” Keiko corrected herself, still being
as flirtatious as I remembered her.
Just then,
Elizabeth's dark aura, quickly, faded as she asked Keiko, “Wait a minute; how
can you be Haru's childhood friend when I'm, also, his, as well?!” she yelled
as Elizabeth pointed her finger at Keiko, then back to her, at the end of the
sentence. Putting her hand down, she then turned her attention to me. “Haru,
explain the meaning of all this!”
Now,
sweating profoundly, I decided to answer what the both of them wanted to know.
“Elizabeth, you are my first childhood friend, and Keiko is my second childhood
friend,” I explained, being as straightforward as possible. “It was right after
I came back to Japan that I met Keiko in elementary school and after spending
some time together, we quickly became close friends.”
“Well,
we're not close enough!” Keiko retorted in a flirtatious tone.
“Never mine
that! Keiko, why are you here anyway?!” demanded answers from my “Second”
childhood friend.
Her
expression didn't change and still had the same smiling face; she explained,
“Oh, that was easy, when I heard you were transferring to the United states, I
asked my mother to transfer me to the exact same school as you; that way, I
could be with you even more, Haru-kun!” This time, her face became even cuter
than before; biting my bottom lip, I could feel my body quivering from anxiety.
Crossing
her arms, Elizabeth irritatedly said, “Could you, please, refrain your
senseless flirting! We are at school; have some manners!”
“Yeah,
well, who are you to tell me how to act?! You flat-chested prima-donna?!”
Letting go of my arms and standing up from her seat, Keiko sneered, spitefully,
while having both hands on her hips.
Suddenly,
their bickering started catching the attention of the other classmates around
us; I could hear them whispering to one another:
“Look at
that guy!”
“I'm so
jealous!”
“What's so
special about him?!”
“Two hot
girls fighting over some loser; what gives?!”
I was
panicking; standing up, I whispered, anxiously, to my two childhood friends:
“Ladies, calm down, your arguing is starting to draw attention. Can we just
finish our lunch without causing a ruckus?!” After hearing what I said, they
noticed the gazes they were receiving, Elizabeth and Keiko's faces became red
as they sat back down and began to be quiet until lunchtime had ended where we
got up and then headed straight to 4th period; unfortunately,
Elizabeth and Keiko were, also, taking the same class as I was. I was sitting
in the same 3-foot-long, rectangular-shaped table, in the third row; the smell
of dry paint filled the room as I listened to the current lecture brought to
the class by our elderly teacher, Mrs. Enderson, on the history of Baroque
Works art of the Renaissance; however, I was having difficulty paying attention
on the account of Elizabeth and Keiko sitting on both sides of my table; two
them sharing the same threatening glare with one another with me in the middle
of it all...
30-minutes-later;
at the end of the school day...
I walking
down the hallway, as usual, about to head out of the school building; down at
the entrance, Elizabeth was waiting for me. She thought it would be nice to
walk home, together, again; however, it seemed that Keiko had the same idea, as
well. Looking out the window, as the girls, both at the front entrance, staring
down at one another with powerful glares; so powerful, you could actually see
bolts of electricity firing out of their eyes and at each other.
I knew I
had to go down there, so eventually, so I started heading to the staircase;
suddenly, I heard a voice—a girl's voice-- coming from across the hallway. It
was a song, the most beautiful melody, almost like it was being sung by an
angel; I began following, wanting to know where it was coming from and who was
singing it, and the more I ran, the louder it became until it took me to the
staircase leading to the rooftop. At first I was hesitant of going up there,
but then I remembered that Alexandra wasn't doing her “Afternoon-evening jogs”
today, or else, I would be dead. Opening the door, I set right onto the roof;
right there, on the edge, was a girl with long, pure white hair that stretch
down to her waist and a yellow bow at the end, leaning her stomach against the
railings, clasping her hands together as her mellifluous voice illuminated the
vicinity.
Can you
here me? Can you see me? My voice falls deep within the dark! I wish to find my
way out, but I can't find hope that it will come to an end! Under every distant
wish, the stars become a piece of eternity. The solitude pains the heart. It
will grant you, the loneliness of a caged life. Light or darkness, where are
you now? Do not fear, the moment that you dread will never come. Under every
distant wish, the star becomes a piece of eternity. The loneliness, ever so
painful, in my heart is screaming to find you! But alas, my voice cannot reach
you; my existence is still incomplete. Which is why that someday, no matter how
long it takes; I will wait for you. And when we at last meet, I’ll hold you, and
never let you go.
When the
song was over, the girl deeply sighed and took a step back from the rails. I
started clapping my hands while having a smile on my face; I had never heard
anything as beautiful as that song. Startled; the girl turned around, looking
around eclectically, shouting in a frightened tone, “Is anyone there?!” as I
got closer, I got a better look at her. I was surprised when I saw her gray
eyes. Oh my god, she’s blind! I gasped; her eyes soon closed when I
finally said to her, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Suddenly,
the girl began leaning backward, slipping and was about to fall off the rail.
At that moment, my instincts kicked in. “Hold on!” I shouted while hearing her
scream; with lightning speed, I dashed as fast as I could and right before she
fell, I grabbed her by the foot, preventing her from actually falling…only to
come face-to-face with the young girl’s yellow panties, cringing in fear as my
nostrils began to bleed. I pulled her back up as I placed her back on the
ground; I bowed my head and apologized: “I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to see
your panties!” her face began to turn a little red when she heard what I said.
Walking
towards me, she reached her hands up and started to feel my face, I guess to
know what I look like; then, she replied, shyly, “O-oh, that’s okay; I-I was
just on the rooftop working on the new lyrics to my song, thinking that nobody
would come up here!” I examined more of her. She had pale skin with a hint of
peach, and a bust size of about 32C, wearing a white one-piece dress with no
sleeves while the skirt reached down to her ankles, a pair of black sandals
with white straps, and a white sunhat with a yellow bond with a blue rose on
the left side of her hat. A beautiful girl that comes with a beautiful voice,
what’s the chance of meeting someone like her? (Well, apart from Liz who might
have a gorgeous voice, but I never heard it before) “I’m Hikari Setsuna, by the
way,” she greeted, smiling, as she shook my hand.
“My name is
Haru Takishima; you have a beautiful voice, I heard while I was in the school,”
I commented, scratching the back of my head with my free hand and flashed a
gleeful grin.
“Oh! You
heard that? I didn’t expect anyone to hear my voice,” she remarked; with her
eyes closed, she formed a sincere smile on her face as if to like my comment.
I frowned
from seeing her eyes and had to ask her, “Excuse me, Hikari, but if I may ask,
are you blind?” I knew it was impolite to ask her that and knew that it was
personal, but I just wanted to be sure.
The girl
responded truthfully, saying in a sad tone, “Yes, I am,” while she retained her
smile. You could hardly tell whether, or not, she was sad. I sighed; I
should’ve just avoided asking her, but it was already too late and a silence of
awkwardness filled the air. Suddenly, I realized that my friends were waiting
for me and, in a hectic tone of voice, I said to Hikari, “Sorry, but I gotta
get going; my friends are waiting for me!” I ran down the stairs, from the
second to the first floor, and headed out of the front entrance; unfortunately,
hen I got there, Liz and Keiko were already gone; I guess they couldn’t wait
anymore, so they went home without me.
30-minutes-later…
Opening the
front door to my house, I shouted out throughout the inside, “I’m home!” taking
off my shoes, placing them against the wall, and closing the front door behind
me. That’s when I heard a voice greeting me from the kitchen: “Welcome home,
darling; would you like to have dinner, take a bath, or…” walking out of the
kitchen, Keiko came to see me; my eyes widened when I saw that the only thing
she was wearing was a short white apron, wrapped, tightly, around her large
breasts, and a soup ladle in her right hand. “…Would you like to have me?” damn
it, if I kept losing more blood, I’m going to need a blood transfusion if I’m
going to survive this.
“I’ll have
dinner…” I passed out about 5 seconds from blood loss with the last thing to
hear was Keiko screaming, “D-darling!” next thing I know it, everything went
dark.
1-hour-later;
after dinner…
I was lying
in the bathtub, soaking as I drifted away. While I descending into the water, I
started thinking about Hikari; like a song on a record player, I just couldn’t
get her song out of my head, it was like there was some sort of spell within those
lyrics. Unbeknownst to me, the bathroom door opened, causing me snap my head to
the sounds’ direction.
“Darling!
Want me to help wash your body?!” walking through the steam was Keiko, now
wearing nothing but a towel. Is she trying to kill me?!
Thankfully,
I was able to held in what little blood I had left; standing halfway out of the
tub with my lower torso still in the water, I refused Keiko’s offer, waving my
hands and panicking, “No, no, I’m okay! I’ve already got everything washed; so,
there’s no need for you to help me!”
“Hmm…nope,
I don’t believe you!” smiling, deviously, she took off her towel, revealing all
of her well formed curves and mounds as I gasped unnervingly, jumping into the
tub and proceeded to wash every part of my body with a lecherous grin on her
face. “Hah, Keiko!” I screamed, becoming hysterical as I resisted every one of
her attempts. This is becoming too much to handle! I Jumped out of the tub,
grabbed a towel, and made a break for it out the bathroom.
10-minutes-later;
after my bath…
I was lying
on my bed, taking in a deep sigh as I tried to put that whole ordeal behind me,
wearing a red shirt and a pair of sweat pants; thank god tomorrow is Friday.
Scheming through my IPhone, I looked back at my door, feeling relieved that it
was still locked.
Turning to
my alarm clock, I saw that it was already 10:30PM, so I went to bed right away.
I turned off the lights, tucked myself under my sheets, and closed my eyes as I
drifted away into sleep. Right before I fell completely asleep, I felt
something heavy pressing on my stomach. I fluttered my eyes as I woke up,
seeing a dark silhouette on top of me; its appearance resembled that of a young
woman’s and when my vision became clearer, I was shocked to see who I was. Keiko!
What’s she doing here?! I thought I locked the door; how’d she get in my room?!
I was dumbfounded to find my secondary childhood friend in my room, but
something was different bout her. I might’ve been dreaming, but I thought I saw
wings—bat wings—on her back, a pair of ram horns on her temples, and a long
tail with a heart-shape at the end. She was dressed in purple-laced lingerie,
consisting of a gartered cami and thong, underwire cups, and fishnet stockings.
She started to crawl forwards, just enough for our faces to meet. I was now
fully aware of my situation; I nervously quailed as I shrieked, “Keiko, what
are you doing in my room!” she realized I was awake and was taken aback by it.
“Wow, I
didn’t expect you to wake up, yet!” she remarked, having a astonished look on her
face. Her expression changed as a grin formed on her face. “Doesn’t matter;
I’ll continue what was about to do before you opened your eyes.” She started
caressing my cheeks at the end.
“I refuse
to let you have your way with me and what’s with those wings?!” I snapped,
pointing at the extra appendages and features on Keiko’s body.
She looked
puzzled, but once she looked at her wings, she realized and explained, “Oh!
These things; the reason why I have them is because I’m a succubus—a demon of
love!” I was a bit flabbergasted, but that went away moments later; it started
to make a lot of sense of why she was always flirty and would be open with her
feelings; still, that was no excuse: “Would you just go back to your room and
sleep! We got school tomorrow!” I then comically kicked Keiko out of my room
and shut it behind her while hearing her shout, “But, darling!” as she pleaded
and pressed against the door. To make sure she doesn’t sneak in, again, I made
sure that the door and all the windows were locked, and then placed a chair
right under the doorknob.
Finally, I
could sleep, closing my eyes and drifting into dreamland; unfortunately, the
ordeal wasn’t over as I could hear Keiko heavily breathing against the door.
This was going to be a long night.
The next
morning; 8:35AM…
I was
flabbergasted; I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Standing in front of the
school’s bulletin board, in the center section of the school, I saw a poster of
the current events that went on the school, yesterday, and on the front cover
was a picture of me in the awkward position I was with Hikari when I saved her
life. “Shameless pervert hanging school’s angel on the roof!” is what the
headline said, and from that day I was receiving threatening glares from
students around me.
“There he
is!” turning around, there was a ground of about, I guess, 40 people in front
of me, holding banners and wearing teachers with Hikari’s face on them. “Can I
help you?” I casually asked while arching an eyebrow.
“You’re the
guy who violated Hikari; you’re going to pay for that!” said the
glasses-wearing guy in the middle who may have been the leader. “We’re from the
Hikari fan club and we’re here for your head, Haru Takishima!”
Holding my
hands up, I panicked and retorted the leader’s claim, saying, “No, you got it
all wrong, I was only trying to save her…” but they didn’t want to hear it;
instead, they were so blinded by rage that they prepared to attack. I backed
away from the angry mob, only to realize that they were moving forward; without
hesitation, I turned round and ran like hell! Unfortunately, that didn’t stop
them as they began chasing after me. I take back what I say last night; THIS
was going to be a long day.
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