Posting for two valid reasons: 1) Guilty pleasure and 2) I think some would like to see what happens after they went to the bar. Yep. This is an installment of the first story in which I will not say where it is located. And for privacy reasons, I'll be changing the names. :D
If I were to rate this, it would be around PG-13 to PG-15.
In which the innocent and the violent comes to a close encounter with something called “maturity”. And with close encounter, I mean “really close”.
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“We promised we won’t do this again…”
“I don’t recall promising. Oh well.”
They were on the backseat of Alfred’s car, and heaven knows how long they’ve been drinking, and Arthur’s only half-sober, making Alfred grin in delight. It’s been weeks since the last encounter, and Arthur’s being hard to get. Hard to get, meaning “being completely innocent beyond words that make him so hard to actually seduce”.
“Oh my God Arthur, seriously, stop trembling!” Alfred noticed how shaky Arthur was, so he pinned him on the seat, opening a few buttons of his shirt. “Damnit, I’ve got my AC on and you still make me hot. Arthur Kirkland, how the hell do you do it.”
“Wha--?”
So then Alfred opened Arthur’s shirt, exposing miles and miles of soft skin, and Alfred was fearing one thing: if he made a hickey, it’s gonna be really obvious. And Ate Eishrine will kill him for it, so he has to be very careful. He planted a soft kiss on Arthur’s lips, savoring the last taste of gin and tonic. He grinned at the familiar taste, and all Arthur could do was stare and stare and stare oh my gosh Alfred’s hot and I’m not entirely sober. With his shaky hands he started unbuttoning what was left of Alfred’s shirt, and damn he can’t even look at Alfred’s face now.
“Hey,” He grabbed Arthur’s hand, licking its long, slender fingers. “How do I even get your attention?”
“You’ve got it loud and clear,” And he was getting kissed again, and he decided not to talk much anymore since his head is killing him. Alfred could notice him flinching every now and then so he pulled Arthur to his lap, facing him, and kissed his forehead.
“Should I stop…?” Alfred whispered to Arthur’s ear, licking it playfully, making Arthur stutter.
“Let’s just…” Arthur was cut off by a lot of licking and a lot of kissing. “… damn it Al stop it ahh – continue this sometime else, my head is killing me and – oh my God – please drive me home…”
Alfred did stop. And he pressed his lips to Arthur again, smiling in the kiss. Such a vulnerable man this guy is.
And once again, he is intoxicated.
Written by arimi-san at 08:52 AM.
Griffins are vicious killers.
They may seem like harmless flying creatures, but there’s more to that. Beneath their wings and flying abilities, sharp claws and keen eyes are their keys to their perfect kill.
Naturally, that wouldn’t have affected us. We see through their every plan.
But they found out how to kill my kind. They found out how to divert our songs to another place. When someone passes by our songs, we die.
I’m the only one left. A muted siren.
My parents made me swear that I wouldn’t sing about the future. I vowed not to. They died with a smile on their faces, in my arms, on a bright city night.
At that very time when I was mourning, the city was wide awake, though they were unaware of my pain. Cold in my arms, I hummed my last lullaby before releasing them to oblivion.
Until now, I am overpowered. Yet I bravely lunge for their throats, ignoring the fright in me. I am scared, but I can never show my weakness to them.
The city that never sleeps: Minerva. The final stage.
Minerva simply gazes at her inhabitants. She never had a choice to begin with.
Minerva is like me.
I have no choice but to live on. Stretch on my life for no one in particular. Just for revenge. If you ever life a life of revenge, all you will ever think about is how to kill.
A life of malice, avarice, wrath.
A life of sin.
Written by arimi-san at 12:38 PM.
As we all know, Minerva is the Roman name of Athena.
To sum it all up, the Minerva I'm standing at right now is the modern-day Athens. This city is blessed by Athena herself, even if the only prayers she receives is the prayers of the only flyer and my enemies.
The prayers of the devotees are what makes them stronger. Athena is pleased with us, even if we fight for our existence.
Gods are conceited, anyway.
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Also, one thing you have to know about this city: it's run by steam.
I may be a flyer, but my ancestors never inherited their wings. Mythology-wise, I'm known as the Siren.
Sirens are omniscient; we know the past and future. We also sing of the truth; though most of the time, people who hear us sing goes mad in the process.
I have the abilities of the my ancestors, except for their ability to fly. My family helped me in my problem, and they made a flying device run by steam.
Sadly, the rest of the flyers I call my family died when our rivals were able to pass through their songs. I vowed never to sing of the truth again, to prolong my lifespan. Once I sing of what I know, I shall die like the rest of my family.
Our enemies only has one goal: To take our ability to see the past and future and use it for their convenience.
And so far, they're winning.
Phew, this is so hard to write, seriously. You have to check out the next chapter, because I'll introduce the enemies there. I infused Mythology here, which I tried not to since I had enough fantasy for a while.
Sirens are weird creatures. And to keep me inspired, I have to listen to the TRC OST, the Siren Song by... who was it, I forgot LOL.
Okay, seriously, I have to write the plot down now. O_O
Written by arimi-san at 10:01 AM.
There's something about this city.
It rains almost everyday in here, and when it doesn't, well, it doesn't. Like other cities, this one is busy, shrouded by thugs and prostitutes and some more random people you'll try not to look at. The city isn't lively at all, if you look at it in a different way. It's gray, most of the time, and the only thing that colors the city is the neon lights.
The neon lights invite you to different things; sex, alcohol, and in disguise, drugs. Most of the thugs go there. Most of the prostitutes as well. Sometimes, civilized men go there for a one night stand. After the encounter, most of them forget everything about the night that passed, and the women they got laid on do the same thing. One thing about their jobs, that is. Never settle at the pass.
But, there is something else in this city.
When the skies are overcast and no stars can be seen, they come out.
They are the so-called heroes of our city.
As for me, I'm the villain. I try my best to stop them. After all, I'm the last flyer left in this city. They've killed every one of my kind.
Welcome to Minerva, the city that never, ever, ever sleeps.
Phew. I was trying to get away from fantasy but damn my resistance is futile, hahahaha. Oh well. See me abandon this in a bit.
Written by arimi-san at 09:55 AM.
Being with God through all this made me happy. The research facility was shut down when they learned about my existence.
I wasn't thrown away. I was being preserved in a secret room in that same research facility. My body was being experimented, trying to know where the researchers went wrong. One of the private sectors of the American government raided the said research facility and saw me.
Not that it was important. I was dead. They can't raise the dead back to life.
Even if they were mad geniuses, they can't raise me back to life.
They can never use me again. Never.
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The research facility was burned to pieces. I was given a proper burial, even though I didn't really have a religion.
Many attended the funeral. I didn't recognize anyone from the crowd, even if I did regain my memories. I sighed.
"My life isn't much, huh."
God gave a hearty laugh. "Dear child, you made a breakthrough in history. This will be day people will recognize you." He made it habit to ruffle my hair when he's talking to me. It's fatherly-like, in a way. It made me feel at home. "This will be the day these people will realize that their selfishness will be the reason of their downfall." He smiled at me. I can't actually smile back on that last thing he said. It sounded so vain... in a way.
"You looked pleased." I suddenly said, after a long period of silence.
"Oh, do I?"
"Yes. You do."
"I wanted you to have a proper burial." He sat down suddenly. It was funny, seeing him sit on an airchair like that. I decided to sit beside him. To my surprise, there was something there that made us sit down. I smiled again, forever amused of his greatness.
"Hey God," I turned to him. "So, are you ready to tell me what everybody wants to have?"
He laughed. "I thought you'd be able to figure it out on your own, my child."
I thought about it.
I escaped that room because I thought I had to be somewhere else. Somewhere where I could be free and do everything I want. A paradise. When I was slowly dying, all I thought about was painting. I wanted to paint for the last time. When I met God, he asked me my idea of perfect paradise.
I guess it varies to every person. They have their own likes and dislikes, you see, and everybody can never like one single thing.
After that conversation, I thought of the room I was from, and had the urge to paint, sadly I had no materials to use.
Even if I knew how I was made, I didn't despise painting.
The pieces were falling down slowly, and perfectly they aligned for me to read it clearly: A purpose in life.
"Everybody wants a purpose in life. Everybody wants to know why they're here in the first place." I slowly smiled, seeing God smile as well, his eyes closed. It was like he was listening to a pure melody. "Nobody wants to live without anything to do or dream of."
"And I see that you discovered your purpose."
"My purpose was to paint. It's not that the they succeeded on making me, it just happened that I chose to paint. I wanted to paint. It wasn't on my genes. I chose this."
Light covered me entirely, and I was surprised. Very.
"What's happening...?"
"You're ready to go."
"Where?"
"To your paradise, of course." He simply smiled.
I just stood there, glowing (believe me, it's not as gay as it sounds right now.) and God was just there too. We were just there.
"God...?"
"Yes?"
"Please don't cry."
He was crying. Tears were flowing down his cheeks, and I tried my best not to make him cry even more. "My dear child, you are one of unique ones I have encountered. I am very glad I came to stumble upon you that day."
He was talking about the day we met.
"Can I ask you a favor?" I simply asked. He said yes. "Can I call you 'dad' just for once?"
"Of course."
I ran to him and hugged him tight. He hugged back, like I was his child. "Thanks fo everything, dad. I'll never forget this part of my afterlife."
"Sadly, you will."
I paused.
"You are to be reincarnated." He released me from the embrace, and kneeled to level himself to my height. "But don't forget this," He ruffled my hair for the last time. I knew. "You're still my creation, no matter how you were made."
I nodded. I mouthed 'thank you' for the last time.
Then, I was gone.
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I wear your memory like perfume,
As I walk in the rain pressing resume.
Clueless about my next destination,
to tell you the truth is the most bitter temptation.
I narrow my sight to the bended walls.
Trapping myself in and learning to fall.
Telling you how I feel with the tip of my fingers,
a hint of unbearable fear still desperately lingers.
Shakily, I froze to my heart’s content.
Ladies and gents, welcome to our main event.
I close my eyes and count one, two, three;
And there she was, looking right through me.
Honestly smiling, she told me her answer.
I expected much, she didn’t made a promise of forever.
Yet the last promise came from me:
To eternally let go and set her free.
I lay awake and wait for sleep to drop by,
As I play her song, ~From Y to Y~
Discretely humming along with sweet ironic delight,
thinking, how she used to be my midnight’s daylight.
-- Midnight Daylight (A Poem) by kocoinlockerboy
THE END
There you have it folks! It's finally done! Seriously, I was about to write something along the lines of revenge in this one, but meh. Edgar Allan Poe, you rub into me in the wrong way.
I would like to thank Ko-san for liking this series. I loved your poems as much as you liked my series. :) As promised, I'll write more from now on. Also, thanks to those who just stumbled upon this and decided to read even one word from it. I appreciate it a lot.
I enjoyed writing this. Hope I inspired you, even just a bit.
See you soon! :)
{ music } Ai no Uta - Tourai
{ mood } happy
Written by arimi-san at 09:52 AM.