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" Is your mother going to agree to is time?" Last time..." Was chaos.
The girl asked. She applied some lip balm an then blinked rather unsatisfied. Her upper body lean close to see her makeup more clearly die to the low light quality in the room.
The darkness cast to her face. Shoulder tense with eyes drifting away.
" Kai?" Some facial twitching.
" Kia?!"
The chair creak pulled aside.
" Kia!... You funker; have you been sleeping?!"
Not listening to me, how dare you?
Her
anger moved the body that moved no more. Richard froze up, then she chuckled.
" Kai?"Stop playing this isn't funny."
But the body never moved , and the owner grey eyes open but this person wasn't Kia.
Fear now trembled her tone .
The lump of water suddenly start pouring. It hush with the trees and the road of Koma.
Street in Koma is rather unpredictable. A lot of things tend to happen but it really famous.
Pitter-pitter was the droplets that drig through your thin short cotton thread and set nothing but exposure of thee fair flesh and red unders.
Her fair finger clutch, thin hand shielding her naked chest and eye narrowed unclear.
Then I see light ahead.
Kira was intrigued. She lifted her hand to stop the taxi now visible looking more of a stary cat.
She shouldn't have done that. The eyes of that in the back gave a scare causing a second doubt that needed to be pushed aside.
" Komae district 24, pace street."
Her voice pityful...
The driver said nothing more than a nod causing she smile brightly.
" Thank you."
She boarded the taxi and allowed it to take her away to Oneonta village.
" Take this photo down."
" Creatures like your kind had long being extinct."
" Take that ugly post down, what are you trying to prove posting it."
" He thinks he some kind of idol but his pic are burning the eyes." " Take it down."
" Hideous "
" My pig look much better."
" Mr Tako, I once had that face of yours and I understand, I could recommend a plastic surgery for for you.
He good at what he does.
" Should I give you his contact."
"
" What a mess."
The window were slid too tight. Rain beat on the glass frame roing down bit by bit.
Air too thin. The phone on the bed buzz repeatedly hard and hard. The pupil contrast as he curled himself hard.
Hugging himself .
Word pop out repeatedly. Each world coo than the other, painted in purple wrinkled words accumulating the sob and broke breathing..
He trembled to reach for his phone but didn't. His hands halt his eyes closed. T
Then the glass door to the bacony slid open and then...
" Happy Crimamas...!"
Snow fallen heavy but the street of Toyko were cleared and cleaned. The thin clothed would shiver but they are happy.
Always for pun effect.
The police station can't be merry for the 3 week break. Another year has rolled from the intense crime break.
It hasn't been easy.
One suggestion beer but shut up to coffee by the director. He could only cry tears.
Who drink coffee without sugar nor cream or milk. Not him.
Many police confess in taking a family vacation and other confess on taking their wives in a rare honeymoon just for two.
But no matter what you doing hold your phone. Something might pop up and holiday over.
This words is something they all know without being told. So pray hard...
The night it cold. Stores and stress are decorated. One could sight little Christmas tree at side ways.
Little children sing the Christmas song, the street vibrant with young people. Two couples play love causing the car to suddenly feel lonely.
Mr Ta rode his car sliently home. The street lights reflecting on his window, his lip paused thin. One could hear laughed.
If you follow his glare you can see a woman beside him and a little child pull his shirt from behind. Whining for something outside.
The woman laughed at his mistrey than smile calmly at him.
" Ta Saki"
Ta suddenly press his car breaks hard. Causing his face to lean forward before him was a rather hidden kid.
It was dark he could see but could tell it was a teen. Wearing a lemon stripe short hood that cover her face but reveal her yellow hair at the side.
" Blind fuckers."
She kicked his car and kicked it quite some numbers of times . Her voice a bit hush due to something preventing her to speak fully.
To express her anger.
Her hand in her hood pockets, her long legs reveal from her short extremely hight coach shoes with spriks. Her footsteps were unstable .
Ta didn't feel like speaking he watch this teen keep walking.
In futration.
In anger.
In loneliness.
Still she disappear to nothing.
Ta stared and a peep behind made him ride away.
The door knob fuble and then open revealed Ta and casting a shadow into the home.
" I'm home." But no body response.
The four women dance rhymes why singing. They dance with their hand high fives in the air.
Then to their chest and lip that reveal the small teal colour mis's that cature their melodies tone.
Switch them to a more dark setting. Where one of them in tub singing why wriggling her peon in the light criminal clore and berries.
It was interesting expecially when she dip her head within and push out reaveling another setting of greenish.
Bubble ball bunsung around. A girl was dancing rather carefree and the bubbles mines rather funny.
In a coffin where the tangled in weird arcs.
Then the TV turnes off. A sigh came out rather sorrowfully. The bag fell on the couch and her step resound in the dark house.
Her fingers opened her drawer and took out a knife. It didn't tremble when she held it but did bringing it to her neck.
Then she let go allowing the knife to fall before her feet. She cried.
She couldn't do it.
The kid couldn't, she just couldn't.
Not why they are still alive and well