*Typing*
*Typing*
*Typing*
"Em…" A dude mumbling under his lips.
"Bossu! Daijoubu?" Looking worried, the co-worker in front of his desk came up asking his regards. He views her in an uncompassionate way as if he doesn't take his underling seriously. But his face quickly draws a gentle smile and answers– "Daijoubu desu." Just like an old man who has been working as CEO in a company.
The underling continued talking– "I wonder if something urgent came out like family matters. But still he could at least say something, right? Or…what if he got into a big accident!?"
The underling was worried but he interrupted after– "Watanabe-san! Please be mindful." Still with a smile on his face as if he had already taken care of the issue. But as the underling settled down, mindful of her thoughts, the man finally gave a glimpse to the work desk that didn't have anyone to accompany it, as if someone was not able to make it. In his thoughts– 'Shachou..'
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[Music playing in the background]
My eyes open up as my internal clock rings inside my head. I stood up realizing my body is recovering from the previous accident. While there is still healing bruised, though nothing major that makes me stay in bed for longer. I headed to the kitchen to brush my teeth and took a scroll around my house. I came to the balcony glass door, looking at the bright sky, my eyes looked down and saw someone hugging themself looking sulking.
Looking pity, I swipe the door open and she realizes it– "Ahh Darling!" I slid the door closed again. She hugged herself once more. For a moment, I just slightly opened a gap and Yoko stood up to greet me with another try– "Ahh Darling! Oha–!" I close the door again. I thought I could play with her more but seeing her face bummer out, I realized I shouldn't play with her feelings and so I slid the door open– "Ahh Darli–" I closed the door, once again.
It is funny to mess around, though somehow this doesn't feel correct. I thought Yandere didn't care about the door to their love interest. 'Did she start to reconsider her action?..' Nonetheless I opened the door but she didn't respond. She just hugged her thighs and face sulking away. 'Yaba' I thought I may have hit her limit. "Yotchan?" I called for her, but didn't respond. I lean downward, leaning my head lower to see her face clearly. And saw her face upset and sulking, eyes watery, lips upward and puff cheeks.
I didn't know what to do but that's not correct, I know what to do, but I didn't know if I had the courage to try it on her. If I try it I might trigger her alarm. Though I wanna try it anyway– as I lean closer to her left ear, I whisper soft words with my breath– "Yotchan? Did you know what I would do to you if you keep on like this?" The word seeped right through her eardrum, wildly triggering her sense of self-awareness. Her face flared, cheek getting reddish, interest in knowing. I whisper again– "Then watch."
"Lonely lonely!" I start to swing my right arm in the air, left hand in the pocket, singing some song to spark the day. I start to dance while mumbling under my lips the song lyrics roughly remember the correct words. Yoko, getting surprised, looked at me with a weird face that, if I have to describe, was in awe and disappointed at the same time.
I continue– "I'm talking about you, you, you. I'm mad about you, you, you." Is not surprising that I only remember the English part, since I'm not a true Japanese. But I got my way of dancing if you need to know. I was singing through my heart out, biting my own lips as if this was a very erotic song and dance.
But true speaking, Yoko stood up while clapping her hands together, impressed by my dancing. Her face has a quick smile that alights her day, no longer sulking. She finally talked– "Aw! Darling, you can dance!" Yoko continued– "I can dance too, you know? Wanna see?"
My face quickly became serious to answer– "Uh no. Please no."
But Yoko seems very positive about trying– "Why not? Come on! Music on!" She swung her arm and somehow the TV radio turned on playing!!
[Song: RTRT]
Hop, hop, you came along my secret laboratory
Spiky, spiky, bloody fangs, hungry for my qi
Yoko then somehow began to dance with this weird pick song that had a catchy cute funny feeling about it. She awkwardly dances in a weird manner, sort of accompanying the music along, like someone who is making a MV for this catalog. Her facial demeanor is like she thought it was a cool dance but it was so quirky and silly that I couldn't bear to watch it. Suddenly everything hit, this aura! Is pulling my skin backward, as if I was facing a nuclear bomb that is about to disintegrate my own existence! 'IT BURN! IT BURNS MY EYES!' I scream internally, unable to intertwine with divine attention! 'Pause–' It is silly and embarrassing to watch, but there is no denying that she somehow looks a little bit too cute. 'Okay continue–' (URGH!!!!) I gave my last scream as my body dissipated out of existence.
"Tadaa~! How was it?" Yoko stopped dancing after the music ended. To give her a compliment is too kind of me. "It was bad." In the end I gave her some bad reviews, who were greatly disappointed by her performance. She, hearing it, greatly disregarded my review and threw it back to me– "Boo! Your dance is bad too! I hate you!" Her cheeks puff more and run around the house like mad scientists who try to figure out how to denigrate the whole universe.
While ignoring this little girl I head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. 'What should I have made, huh..'
*??*
*Tap-tap*
Yoko, who was running around the house, hurried herself to the kitchen seeking something– "Darling-Darling, what are you doing???" Her face leaned forward, her attired body looking at my hands and face. I utter– "You not hungry? I'll make breakfast."
Somehow Yoko realized that I'm about to make breakfast intertwined while pushing my body away from the kitchen– "Dame!! You cannot make breakfast!!" She yells loudly. 'Hope neighbors didn't notice.' For some reason Yoko is against me making food, upset with her psychotic dilemma. I ask forward– "Why though?"
She scratched her head in ponder– "So-so, I want to make breakfast for you like a housewife. You, as a husband, just wait at the dinner table!" She ordered me around playing this married figure like we have an agreement on it. 'But I didn't really want to eat her food..'
I should think of something before she makes me another monstrous dish..
*!?*
'Souka!' I got an idea that can help me. I talked to Yoko again– "Nee, if you cook for me, would you eat your own food? No right?" I find the plot hole under her issue. She was thinking about it right now and gave her answer– "Mm.. Yeah, but why?" Yoko was interested in the settlement, so I gave some suggestions– "Hmm, have you ever eaten my cooking?" My idea is that if I make her interested in eating my cooking, she might let me cook for her, and starting from that, I would handle cooking for quite some time. Suddenly Yoko gave her an absurd reply– "Of course I've already tried your food before!"
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I froze in time. Trying to comprehend everything she said. There is a hole inside my heart that feels so hollow hearing her hinted comment. I nodded, reaching my hand to Yoko's shoulder to respond– "Please let me cook for you, my queen." There is some tear dripping down my cheek as I embrace the idea that this girl has been scrambling for my leftover food that I wasn't aware of. 'God, I may be a psychopath but this amount of disgrace goes against my own big pride ego.'
"My queen…?" Yoko heard my strong word pause realizing that I just called her something big. "I am your queen..?" She was bewildered by my admission. Then she fires up with a big spirit to say– "Aw…! Darling I'm your queen??? I love you Darling, I love you! If I'm your queen then give me a smooch!!" Her lips lean forward trying to reach my mines while both arms try to reach me. But I use my hand to push her face away, not succeeding her ugly smooch.
"Mo~ Darling give me a smooch!" She proceeded to mumble her desired request only for me to yell– "Urusai! Go sit at the table, right now!" She heard it spook, lowered her head and headed to the dinner table in frustration.
At the end of it, I made breakfast for us.
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While unknowingly a phone in the bedroom rang with a ringtone many-many times but the phone itself was on silent mode.
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