When I opened mt eyes, the pounding feeling in my head was finally gone. Although my limbs still felt numb. I was staring at a ceiling which was pink, and held a variety of different designs, all with the central themes of hearts and love.
"Augh." I let out a groan as I tried to roll over. The first thing that I noticed was that my limbs were extremely stiff, as if they had not seen any use for hours. I clenched and unclenched my hands, as well as stretched my legs, trying to shake away my tiredness.
I sat up and noticed that the room I was in was extremely small. It was just slightly bigger than a pantry, enough to fit a few desks on the side, and a mirror. I looked to the left and into the mirror. MY hair was disheveled, and it fell over my eyes, making it impossible for me to see them. My skin had a tinge of color on it.
And that's when I was drawn to the heat I felt. My entire body was warm, but the warmth was receding. My cheeks were slightly flushed, and I was breathing in and out deeply.
"Its. Hah, pretty hot in here." I muttered to myself as I threw off the blanket which was covering me. My school uniform was in disarray. My pants were covered increases, and I didn't even have my blazer on. My shoes were also off.
"Where the hell am I?" As I asked the question, I rubbed my head. Although I didn't have a pounding headache anymore, my mind was still in absolute disarray. I could barely even form coherent thoughts, let alone even try to piece together what sequence of events had brought me here. I gripped the fuzzy pink carpet below me tightly, as I tried to remember, anything.
"...!"
And that's when a memory came back to me.
I looked down at the carpet which I was squeezing tightly. Pink. Fuzzy. Soft. A blurry memory of shouts.
Nothing concretes that explained anything, however.
It didn't help that I felt extremely exhausted. As I analyzed the room once more, I felt a burning sensation coming from the scar on my stomach. As I reached down to touch it, my mind flashed back to a previous conversation I had.
"Raiden. I have one question."
"Go ahead."
"Do you have any, scars on your body?"
"Well, I have a lot of scars."
"Thats all. Thank you for answering."
It was a conversation that I had had earlier, regarding scars. I was talking to.... a girl. Blonde hair, and with a lollip-
Phi! I had been having a conversation with Phi, just outside of Sebby's cafe. As the memories began to flow back into my grip on the carpet tightened. I scanned around the room once more, just trying to find any object that would spark my memory.
I began to recall everything from the beginning, trying to figure out how exactly I had ended up like this.
I had gone out to the mall with Hikaru, we did a little bit of messing around, before we joined up with the rest of the people responsible for planning the defense of the upcoming culture festival. After which, I had left, trying to return back to-
Kami! Kami!
"What time is it?" There was no clock in the room, which did nothing to quell the heart wrenching anxiety that I felt as I thought about my sister. How long has it been since...
I took a deep breath. It would do no good to burst out of this room without having any semblance of an idea as to how I had gotten here. I would just have to force myself to recall everything, as quickly as possible. I dug my nails into my hand, hoping the pain would spur my brain to work faster.
In the background, I could hear music. A song was playing. I couldn't tell from where, but I could hear it.
I had been sifting through the crowd, trying to make it into the exist, when I had been stopped by a girl in pink and her bodyguard!
"She, sought death on a queen-sized bed." The lyrics of the song were playing in the background.
She latched on to me, and main thing I remember was her being really pretty.
"And he had said, darling you looks could kill."
"She had been talking as well. She latched on to my arm and began speaking. Something about worship, desire, and innocence. But I could remember, because-
"I felt dizzy because of her perfume. I must have passed out. Was it a drug?" Realization slowly began to dawn upon me as I recalled the memories.
"So now, your dead."
And now my mind turned to the blurriest part of my memory. I had woken up, inside of this room, most likely. My head hurt. I didn't know what was happening, and my limbs were numb. I couldn't move. When I tried, someone settled their body on top of mine. She was wearing pink.
"Was it...?" Pink. Then, after I had been drugged, the girl in pink took me here....
There was the sound of kissing. A finger trailed its way down my face.
"Touch me, yeah."
There began the hole in my memories. The points in which I began to fade and lose consciousness. Those points were separated by moments of bliss, and warmth and pleasure. A pleasure so great it made me feel alive.
"aughh." I placed a hand over my mouth, as bile resurged, and I threatened to vomit all over myself.
"I want you to touch me there"
Thinking about the pleasure that I had experienced during those fleeting moments of consciousness made me feel horrible. A bucketload of regret and shame seemed to wash over my body at the moment. I didn't understand why, but a part of me rejected that moment. A part of me felt shame that it had even happened.
On the other hand, that pleasure had made me feel even better than ever. That warmth, it reminded me of the time I spent with Hikaru at the mall.
"Make me feel like I am breathing"
A sense of warmth and belonging that almost solidified my entity, grounded me in the real world. It was a warm feeling that made me-
"Feel like I am Human."
The words of the song replaced the thoughts in my mind, and I immediately shook my head. I was thinking stupid thoughts. My head was still in disarray. I stood up slowly, still trying to decipher what had happened in those moments.
I had a sinking feeling. With the atmosphere of this room. The warmth, the pleasure, the fact that I had been drugged. It all pointed to a conclusion that I refused to accept. Because even the thought of it brought great shame to my being.
I was shaking. Thinking about what could have happened made me feel scared.
Inside of my being, it felt like I had lost something.
But the other reason I refused to accept that conclusion, was because there simply wasn't enough evidence to point to it. And the evidence I did have, was much too unreliable. There had been kisses, but I had no idea if it had been other people in the room. The girl did have a bodyguard. The warmth in my body could have been caused by how hot it was in this cramped room, and the proximity that it would have forced me and that girl to be at.
The pleasure, most likely, came from the drug that was used to knock me out.
"Yeah." I spoke shakily, preferring this conclusion to the other one.
To the conclusion that suggested I had experienced the greatest violation of all time.
"Touch me, Yeah want you to touch me there Make me feel like I am breathing Feel like I am human, again"
The lyrics that were playing in the background seemed to go against my own thoughts. They represented another voice inside of me, that accepted that second conclusion. That was lulled and lost and deceived by that warmth and pleasure that grounded my being in reality.
It was clashing with the conclusion that I was trying to convince myself was true. I hated it.
I stood up slowly, distracting myself from the music. I noticed that my blazer was laying down on one of the desks.
If anything, I should just get the hell out of here and back home to Kami.
It was so much easier to ignore the two voices having an ideological battle in my head. Things were easier when the only thing that I could feel was cold. That chill. At least in that, there was no inner turmoil. No painstaking realizations. Just one thing.
My mission.
When I picked up the blazer, a note fell from it, and I picked it up. Flipping it upon, a note was inscribed in beautiful handwriting. It read:
"Raiden Chisaki. I truly thank you for the night that we shared. Although, I'm sure you can't remember. In meeting you, I was able to set out, to answer one of the questions I was meant to achieve. You answered the question that had enslaved me for years! Why do people find it so easy to fall into their own animalistic desire? I'm sure you've asked the question as well. Everybody that I meet, they can't help but lust over me. My perfect body, my perfect skin, my perfect hair, my perfect eyes, everything! So, when I meet you, someone who didn't immediately grovel at me feet, someone who didn't immediately worship me, I knew, that I had found it. My perfect Adam! I had no choice. I apologize for the methods, but it was clear that we were meant for each other. You are pure, I am beautiful. We should be nothing else, but a married couple. If it doesn't bother you, I took the consummation into my own hands. When we next meet, it'll be at our wedding. Until then, remain loyal to me, sweetheart."
Love, Eve.
A chill ran down my spine as I read the note. Everything about this woman, who called herself Eve, was utterly insane. She was egotistical, she was eccentric, and most of all, she called us a married couple. It didn't make sense. A myriad of questions ran through my mind
How did I help answer her question?
What does she want with me?
What does she mean, "Married?"
"What did she mean when she referred to me as pure?"
But the question that rang out loudest of them all:
What the hell does consummation mean?