His Neon Goddess

>>3<<

((Read up to chapter 9 now on my Patreon, next chapter gets ~spicy~. link in bio))

Surprisingly enough, the company was great. He followed me towards my area of the city, and helped me pick out supplies at the store before I led him away from the bustling streets, where the tourists would usually start to get antsy about the decay of the buildings. We arrived at an old factory building, bottom windows taped shut lazily over large holes in the glass. The bricks along the foundation looked like they had cracked at some point, and for some reason the place just screamed 'abandoned'.

"Is this where you take me to kill me?" The boy scratched the back of his head, adjusting his beanie that had gone astray. I rolled my eyes and began walking up to the stairs along the side, where the door was located. He followed me hesitantly, eyeing my hand as I turned the lock on the door and opened it wide, leading into a hallway with a lift. I was already walking towards the old contraption, nothing out of the normal for me. I opened the lift and got on, waiting for him before sending it to the top and stepping out. I slid the big metal black doors apart, motioning for him to walk in.

Stranger's PoV

The first thing that caught my eye was the high brick ceilings. Large neon paintings hung everywhere, the floors were smooth concrete. It was like an organized chaos. I took a few more steps in, surprised with how nice the inside of this building looked. The giant windows covered almost an entire wall, though the view was lackluster. She had canvases splayed out in the area near the windows, obviously her deemed workspace. There was a huge canvas sitting there empty. I wonder how many times she's sat there with no idea what to create.

"How long have you lived here?"

"Uhm. I bought the building two years ago for next to nothing, just finished renovations on this floor and the one below it last year and have lived in it for ten months." I could see the pride in her eyes as she looked around, choosing to ignore the fact that she had dishes piling up over at the sink, and that there were takeout boxes littering her kitchen table. There was a black iron spiral staircase that led up to the loft, and her bedroom. Genuine curiosity had me wanting to explore further. I don't think I had ever been anywhere quite as... unique.

"You said you bought this place? You live alone here then?" I tried not to sound too interested, but the more time I spent around this girl the more captivating she became. There was something about her that had me wanting to push all of her buttons. I wanted to know all of her dirty secrets, every sin she's committed. Perhaps become one myself.

"Ya. Just me. But I know how to fight so if you're thinking of taking my shit-"

"No. Just curious as to how you afforded an entire building in Tokyo, but I guess it does look like shit from the outside." I shrugged, taking a glance at her retreating figure, watching her spread out clear tarps all along the floor near the giant canvas. I walked over and sat down on a chair nearby, watching her busily grab through all the items and set them out. She didn't seem to mind that I wasn't helping, which I was more than grateful for. It gave me more of an opportunity to look at her.

She was gorgeous, fearless. The contrast of her dark inked tattoos with her creamy skin had me itching to mark her myself.

"Yeah yeah. It took some work but it's finally home. I'm going to go get out of these pants and shoes. Uhm. I guess take off whatever you don't want to get paint on. Or I can try and find you a painter smock." She headed towards the stairs, shrugging off her jacket in the process, trying to hurry while the idea still circulated in her mind. I shook my head and took off my hoodie, revealing the snake tattoo wrapped around my bicep, black tshirt covering the rest that slithered up my arm to my shoulder. I took the beanie off, shaking out my hair before checking myself on my phone. I didn't have all the girls flocking to me like dumb and dumber but I didn't think I looked too bad. This girl was into me, right? I didn't believe I was reading this wrong. She returned shortly after bounding down the stairs in that same white crop top and a pair of overalls with only one of the straps fastened. The overalls themselves were coated in old paint stains, and hung low enough on her side to expose that flower tattoo I couldn't keep my eyes off of earlier when she showed it to me. The purple haired girl threw something black my way. I looked down to see it was a paint covered smock she had found. I tugged it on over my clothes and walked towards the canvas, grabbing up an unused brush and pointing it at her.