Morning shone just like yesterday. I was woken up by a chicken-do-do alarm clock on my phone. I couldn't help but to grin in great spirit. Quickly I took proper care in cleaning my body by brushing my teeth, showering, shaving (not that I have facial hair), and dressing up for work. Before getting fully ready, a clean shot of me put my glass sharp on my nose like gentlemen. Not that I have eye issues.
Quickly went to the kitchen, making coffee (brewed from an old vintage espresso machine), toasted some bread, using home-made blue-berry jams on the toast bread. (Wait a minute, if I'm just a regular normal citizen.. Wouldn't I just use store-bought jams?) With that in mind, I quickly scoop out the blue-berry jams to the trash can. Another cool shot of me scooping out blue-berry out of the jar.
In the end I sat at the dinner table with my freelance toast with a cup of americano. Luckily there is homemade butter on the table. I spread butter on the toast. While reminding myself in a third world country people would spread margarine and frickle sugar. But unfortunately I'm too lazy to stand up in the kitchen—now I realize how great it is to have a wife.
'Inne.'
I slowly use my hand to eat the toast with my eyes closed– wait, this is homemade butt-ah? In grace I stood up to throw this butt-ah away! With a cool shot like a basketball player.
At last I eat just one regular toasted bread without any condiment. As I finish, before heading out, I make sure to give a proper goodbye to my idol. I have prepared a special desk for this person's picture. On the table, a plate where I tend to offer game cartridges from the 70 to 90 era. He is a bit picky about old games I say.
Finally able to bid goodbye, I let go of myself to walk away– 'wait, since when does he have long hair like a woman??' To make sure I come back to check only to realize the picture was not my idol! It's a woman! Wait that grin, that dead fish eyes!? 'YOKO!?'
*Jiiiiiiiiiiiii.....*
Open eyes wide to see Yoko on top of me staring deep into my eyes…
"Hey?" My first response.
*Jii~*
Somehow the more she stared, sipping saliva dripped on her left lips to my face. 'Is she looking at prey?' I slowly raise my body up by pushing both arms behind. In face to face, near so close, I didn't know what to say. With my hands, I adjust to grab her waist and try to hold up like a doll– before I realize it I may not live in media literature. "Can you move?" Last I admit my own weakness asking for this kind person who just yesterday kidnaped me with her panties.
She reasoned with my request and stood up beside the bed. While trying to not look awkward I look at Yoko who is still staring, but mind myself to clean my body.
"Ah! Darling good morning!" Suddenly Yoko responded with a morning greeting. 'Did she just experience lag?' I cannot help but to ignore it and get to the bathroom.
"Ah Darling! Sorry! I was sleeping before I realized you already stood up!" She had to follow me to the bathroom explaining her situation. I turned around to look directly at her face to ask– "What do you mean you are sleeping?"
She responded– "Hehe, well I was just waiting for you to wake up but I was pretty exhausted after last night– so-so I can't help but to fall asleep." Yoko didn't seem to get enough rest last night even though it was not too late when we headed home. To get a grasp of the situation I heed another question while entering the second bath slide door to get naked, since Yoko is also inside the bathroom. "What did you do last night. Did something happen?" I slightly opened the door to give my used clothes to Yoko. "Ah nothing much.. I Just realized that there is a huge process in our relationship, so I thought I should sleep together with you~ But before I knew it, I was locked inside my own house.."
I responded with– "Uh." As she heard my rebuttal of acknowledgement that I was listening, she continued– "I try and try but the door didn't bunch! So-so I just jumped off the balcony! Taadaa~!" Hearing it, I quickly opened the sliding door to confront her– "You seriously jumped over the balcony?"
Though surprised, her eyes quickly caught up downwhere instead of eye-where. I slid the door swiftly in some concern and mixed feelings. She retorted somehow– "Ah! Darling, don't worry about it! I can already feel it standing up this morning!"
"URGH!!!" I scream. 'Shimata..' I remind myself of breaking a character…
"Ah Darling!? What's wrong???" Yoko, who was deeply concerned, couldn't hold her worry, her hand swooned to the door handle to open it up! I deeply disliked the idea of being seen naked twice, proceeding to hold the door handle tightly to not let go! I scream– "Please, please! I just worry about you jumping off the balcony!"
Yoko: "Aw? You care about me.."
I replied– "Yes, yes, yes, so please can I just have a moment to take a shower?"
Yoko: "Ahm…Ah.. Very well~"
*Toka-toka*
She leaves and finally some man moment.
Showering in cold water, a bounty girl, loose hoodie, petite figure, just like an imaginary girlfriend.
With jazz swing up my arm and starting to snapping snapper.
"Fly me to the moon"
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"A-Jupiter and Mars"
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"Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore"
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"In other words, I love you"
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I head to the dinner table once I finish cleaning up. As I walk through the kitchen, the lingering smell of overly sweet but a bit of stuffiness under my nose. I peeked over to look and saw Yoko playing in the kitchen, somehow looking like preparing dinner.
*??*
As I head over the corner, Yoko notices me– "Ahh Darling! Please sit at the dinner table after getting dressed! Breakfast is almost ready!" Yoko sincerely cheered up on the task, though somehow I feel like it was not a good idea to let her play around my kitchen.
As I went over to be dressed and sat at the dinner table, I was left with an undoubtedly weird sense of emotion emitting to my heart.
*Da-da-da-da*
[Song in the background]
You have found her, now go and get her
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Hey Jude, don't make it bad
'That's weird' Since when I have a radio inside my house.. No wonder I feel weird. I then bent over to look at the TV screen to see it was playing the Radio channel. I wonder if this reflects Yoko's internal emotion on picking song genres.
"Darling! Breakfast ready!" Yoko appears on the side of the table putting down food. The presentation, scramble egg that overly looks overcooked, a black burn toast that brings many people to the dark age, and a murderous looking sausage that was cut in weird shape. I want to have some thought, but again maybe I shouldn't.
She went back to the kitchen and came back with a cup of coffee. "I never knew you had such a big coffee machine, but I'll try to make you some!" She was excited as genuine with her committed role. I look down on my cup of coffee with a weird foamy top as unprofessionally undone. Again I couldn't think.
Yoko proceeded to sit down alone on the dinner table, both elbows on the table, palms supporting her chin, eyes looking happy while lips grinning so fast. Nonetheless I put the egg on top of toast, trying to munch on it without any slight thought. The more I proceed to eat, the more cherished Yoko's look.
As I tasted the food, it was salty like sipping on ocean water.
*Gulp*
I try to wash it down with the coffee. As I drink it– "Blurgh." I spew out a bit when the taste of the coffee is a little too sweet for my comfort.
Yoko: "You okay?"
She looks worried, I took notice, and so I try to eat more. Ignoring how the taste was, I ate to my fill. Seeing her just waiting there, not eating along, I was curious to ask– "You're not eating breakfast?" She answered– "No, not really.. I didn't have an appetite."
This time I had some thought over how she would answer, and based on it I was wondering if she was always low on appetite. I continue asking– "Hm, how about a drink?"
Yoko: "A drink?"
"Yeah, like protein shakes. I made you some." I stood up and went to the kitchen to make her some drink that could fill her stomach for this morning. But as I walked away, she seemed to be wary– "Ahh Darling! You don't have to make me anything! I'm fine."
She followed me along to the kitchen and tried to stop me. I opened up the fridge to take out some fruits. "You like strawberries?"
"Awh, strawberries?" She seems interested. I opened the cabinet to take out protein shake powder– "How about I make vanilla strawberries protein shakes?"
"Is it good?" Yoko responded, tilted head. I replied– "Yeah"
I'll prepare, pour milk into the blender cup and scoop some protein powder, finally toast some strawberries inside, close tight, blend it all the way. As it blends, I look over to Yoko who is interested in wonder like parrots seeing something beyond their imagination.
I turned off the machine, took it out and poured a cup in two. I put the rest into the sink, and gave the cup to Yoko, who was waiting for the drink. She took it gently, eyes looking straight into the bubbling foam of the protein shakes. I up my cup and– "Cheers~" Finally drink purposely like never before. Yoko, who saw me drinking it as reassurance, took a sip.
She drinks it, her eyes quickly turn light. Holding down the cup, revealing her lips with foamy milk like a mustache. "You like it?" I ask. She nodded twice. On my lips were an assured grin, but something is like awkwardness where the next cutscene should already have been switched but we were stuck unable to move. Just the two of us holding the cup, silently waited.
*!?!?*
"Awh-ah! Darling-Darling!" In a moment of silence, Yoko burst the ice out the contrary. I answer– "yes?" She sewed for words– "So-so since we have had this huge progression in our long-long relationship, I realize we were never once out on a date." She fidgeted with her finger while holding the cup.
"A date?" I responded knowing that whatever she said was sort of weird. "So-so.." She keeps muttering vague responses. Knowing that she probably wants to go out on a date with me.
"You.. Want to go out with me?" I ask forward.
"Yes-yes! Can we, can we?" Yoko enthusiasm hit the score, getting what she wanted. "Sure" I give her my answer, she gets overly excited. "Okay wait! Let me get dressed!" Yoko quickly ran away from the balcony presumably to jump over to her house– "Wait! Just use the door please!" I shout in worry. She immediately went over to the door.
After she left, I tried to clean some disher before heading out, only to notice my espresso machine was a mess. I shed one tear looking at my espresso machine that was overly abuse.
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I quickly dress up like true gentlemen. As I finish trying to wear my wristwatch, someone outside calls– "Darling! I'm ready!" Yoko seemingly cannot wait any longer. I head out from my room, seeing the perverted lady wearing a full set of dresses: Big hoodie, baggy pants and a mask on her face. Yoko's reaction to my clothes– "Ahh!? Why did you dress like we're going to a fancy restaurant!?" Her comment seeing me dress in a suit.
"I thought you wanted to go out on a date." I was confused by her reaction and how her dress code was. I continue– "And why did you dress like that anyway? Are you afraid of people seeing your face?"
Yoko bummer out to respond– "Akh.. I'll change…" She lowers down, walks away in a disappointed demeanor. But before that, I grabbed her arm– "I didn't say you need to change." Yoko looked at me confused– "I thought you wanted me to be more sexy and revealing.."
I took her arm closer to me– "Nah, I think you're perfect this way." I return with a smile on my lips. She looked into my eyes, I couldn't see her lips but maybe she was smiling along.
As we walk out of the house, I need to know where this date brings us– "By the way, where exactly are we going?" Yoko tilted her head to wonder and answer– "Ahm, I want to go like what highschool couples do."
'Highschool couples do?' I thought in my head as it's been so over more than a couple of years in the past. She continued– "So-so we could go watch a movie together, walk around the town or around the park. Ah, how about a cafe??"
For a moment I had some realization about Yoko. I was wondering whether she was reminiscing about her youth. Someone who wants to go back or try to do the stuff where you miss your opportunity with. Not that I couldn't relate any of it.
"Then I won't bring the car." I open the door of the house, while Yoko– "Wait, you have a car!?" She was utterly confused. I responded– "What do you mean I have a car, of course I have one!" With an Italian hand gesture.
We departed from the house and walked to the city by foot. Not that was far though.
We arrived in the city where a lot of people were walking around. We headed to the cinema around the area, and we purchased some tickets to watch some girly movies. We get some drinks and snacks like popcorn caramel flavor.
We sat down on the normal seat. Though she insisted on getting a normal seat while purchasing the ticket, I was trying to get a couple one. But she insisted, nonetheless, I picked the seat to the very left on the wall, where Yoko was seated on the edge beside the wall. The movie started: a story regarding a young man, young girl growing up in life from childhood to adulthood. Telling a story how relationships evolve as humans proceed their life. A love story that starts with a sweet rainbow but ends with bitter end sorrow yet some say is bittersweet. Though my mind was absurd, I didn't really pay attention to the movie, rather I was looking around the place where some couples were making out, some holding hands, some playing with someone… But then I look at Yoko who is fully focused on the movie. Her eyes aspire for the monologue, storytelling and character personality.
For a yandere who is overly obsessive holding some soft spot. Maybe she is just a bit pure I wonder. Would it make more sense if a yandere going to the movie, the likelihood for the girl or man I suppose to be doing indecent stuff? Now I wonder if I'm a psychopath. Do I really want to do indecent stuff while in the movie theater? Though it defeats the purpose of going to watch a movie don't they? Purpose is meaningful, you screw over it, you are likely to be an insecure or pathetic loser. It irritates me a little..
Once the movie finished, I quickly took Yoko hand over, pull her to get out of the theater. But before I pass the couple who are making out or playing around. I stopped in front of them. I look dead in their eyes, holding my cup of drink. I raise my hand, flip the cup, splash the water on the man's face. I look straight into the man's eyes– "SHINE YO."
"Let's go Yotchan" I pulled Yoko's hand, flew out from the theater.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" The stranger screamed out of frustration.
As we left the theater, Yoko was profusely confused. "Why did you do that??" She asked. I responded back– "No reason." Although Yoko didn't fully understand the situation, still seeking the truth. "You okay? Please tell me why, please."
"Well I thought they deserve it for making out inside a theater!" I yell in frustration over pressure. I continued– "Look, you want to watch the movie, then let's just watch the movie, there is no reason to making out or make that slippery sound, don't you think so?" I drastically use my hand to gesture my frustration.
Yoko responded– "What slippery sound? They making out? I didn't even notice."
I mutter– "You're not very self-aware Ms.Yandere-san."
Yoko: "What!? Do you even watched the movie??"
"I did!" I scream. Yoko then asks– "What is the movie about??"
"The movie is about a young man who has been cuckolding about his love interest since his childhood!" I scream out loud!
Yoko becomes more and more flustered in confusion. She responded back– "What!? Are we watching the same movie???" But before we could realize, people around us became more and more crowded and everyone looked in our direction.
I try to explain the movie plot to Yoko– "Look the man–"
"HEY! YOU BASTARD!" The same man who got splash with water appeared beyond the crowd.
I look dead in Yoko 's eyes– "Not great! Let's run Yotchan!" I grab Yoko's hand and pull it along with me, running from the scene. A full set dress man with a baggy secretive woman running from the scene. Now we talk about some drama.
We continued the conversation in the cafe far away from the theater.
"The man knew his childhood girl also had feelings for him. He also had feelings for her, but he didn't do anything about it. Then when some other dude asks her out, she accepts but still he doesn't do anything. And every single time he saw them happily together, he was depressed. And do you know every single time he jerks off, he thinks about her while looking at her picture? Man I don't know man but this guy is fucking cuck." I proceed to explain my understanding about the plot story.
"Wait, wait, wait, since when there is a scene the main character is jerking off???" Yoko who was rather unaware about the scene in the movie. I quickly explain– "you can see it when the man gets hurt seeing his love interest with another man, then the scene switches to him looking at her photo but quickly it switches to another scene where there is tissue on the trash-can but completely overshadowed by other interaction."
Yoko who finally realized about the movie, she looked shocked, mouth unable to close– "Wait, it is a story about a cuckold man…"
I sip some black coffee that we ordered a moment ago to continue mumbling about my frustration– "Not only that, did you realize the sex scene between the man and the girl, the girl did talk about her past with another man, but there is a subtle facial expression he made while having sex. I suspected he got turned on hearing it. Disgusting, right??"
Yoko's both palms on her face completely shatter in disbelief. "The movie is completely ruined…" All I was able to think was how the movie turned out. 'Man this country really loves Netorare huh.'
Yoko– "Ahh… I really thought it was a love story about a man who has been holding onto his desire for a long time since childhood just to make his crush happy… Who would have thought it would be this way.." She seems to be very disappointed with the plot.
Everything went silent for both of us to try to process.
"By the way, it's really funny that we had to run away after you threw your drink at that man. Ahah~." She was amused by what I did an hour ago. She continued– "Did they really make out?? I didn't realize or hear anything."
Hearing Yoko's words, my eyes quickly turned to the left to ponder for a moment– 'I didn't hallucinate right?' But swiftly my eyes looked back at Yoko's face– "Haha, yeah, for some reason they are playing around with their hands I presume."
Before I realized it, I kept slipping out indecent gestures toward Yoko. Something that I rarely do or something that I greatly avoid.
"Aw really… Mmm…" Yoko suddenly expressed a swift expression, seemingly grinning as she was not wearing a mask. Somewhat looking teasingly amusing. "Nee…" She mutters– "Did you get jealous seeing a couple making out?" It seems Yoko is seeking something.
"Jealous? Why would I be 'Jealous?'" I question Yoko's absurd declaration.
"I don't know… Maybe someone is sexually frustrated for soooo long…" She is seemingly trying something unnecessary. She continued– "It's not like you've been with anyone, right? It must be soooo loong…" She teasingly plays with words, her eyes look alloyer to my eyes like someone who is invited to bed.
"Tck." I couldn't help to tutting myself. And get annoyed with her teasing manner. "Say… Are you horny, right now?" I say it straight to her face without any mean attention.
"What?" She stutters in confusion.
I took the tissue with both hands to press it on my lips. "Nothing wrong in admitting to be horny. One must accept thy desires in order to truly control yours. Though just because you admitted it doesn't mean I can help it in any way."
"Look, you kidnap me with panties that have chloroform. Pretty much that adds up to your sexually frustrated demeanor. Or tell me, was it all of these times you playing a sexually attracted female character was the only choice to make me submit to your feets?"
I pull out my wallet, pull out some cash to pay for the drink and put it under the cup coaster. I stood up and Yoko was still left unable to answer. As I passed her, I took a moment to say something– "If both, I don't mind it. But you don't have to force it."
I left the cafe. Maybe what she tried to do annoyed me so much that I couldn't comprehend any of it. I walk away heading out of the city to head home. Rethinking my actions, was it really a good choice to leave her just like that. It's just some part of her that feels like forcing one to play something just to work things out. Somehow I can't stand it.
*??*
"Hey Big-brother!" Someone called me from behind.
I looked over and saw some young boy who was overly dressed in black.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Etto, can you help me with something? You look strong." The boy somehow requested help and mentioned that I look strong. "What is it?" I asked. He replied– "Someone just stole my money a moment ago, but I really need that money back. Can you help me with this robber?"
'A robber stole money from a child?' Probably from another brat. Well since it is from another brat, he probably doesn't want to report it to the police either, I can understand that. If I just go over this brat, he will probably scare off the big man. "Sure" I accept the quest.
Then the boy held my hand to take me somewhere in the city. From behind the building, back alley and to a deserted building. "Hey are you sure some brat who stole your money inside this building?" I disregard any sign that this trip was completely dangerous asking this boy.
He responded– "Who said it was a brat?"
"Wait, you mean it wasn't a brat? If that is so, you better report it to the police young man, I don't think I could do anything." I was confused by the boy's reaction.
"Eh… Do you really believe it big-brother?" Before I could predict anything I looked back at the boy who was holding a metal pipe swinging to my head.
*BUMP~!*
I was dropped to the ground by an unsuspected hit. I could feel the drip of blood to my face. My vision begins to blur between reality. "Ehh big brother is as strong as I suspected. Even after being hit by a metal pipe, you are still conscious."
"Urgh.. Urh.. Uh.." I keep on trying to breathe, but I don't think I couldn't do anything at this point. "I hope one more swoon won't kill you, right?" The boy is rather psychotic.
*BUMP~!*
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[Music play on the background]
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence"
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