Dark and Hercules' Bizarre Adventure

Chapter XV: Temperance

Yuki Yamagishi walked in the graves of the nearby cemetery. Here, she meets her uncle's grave. She stares at it for about five minutes, whispering things to herself.

*Ptooh*

Yuki spits on the gravestone and stares at it, smoldering. She then walks away.

Later, Yuki walked into a cake store to buy some of her favorite Oreo Cheesecake. She stares from outside the glass of the bakery, drooling with eyes sparkling. 

"Oh... bruv... that is nice..." she smiled, staring at the dessert. "Look at the firmness of the cream! The chocolate cookie's glazed all over that cheese..."

The door turns open as she smiles happily and entered inside.

After a short while, she walks outside with a prettily wrapped box of Oreo Cheesecake in her hand.

She hums "Mr. Sandman" as she walked away.

Another woman begins to follow her. She senses this as she squints her eyes.

Suddenly, she disappears in the middle of the sidewalk.

The woman smiles, however.

Miguel checks himself out on the mirror. He flexes his muscles and smiles narcissistically.

"Miggy!" yelled Anne downstairs.

"Yeah?"

"Downstairs! Now!"

"Just a second!"

Anne sighs and stomps upstairs. 

"Waddup?" Miguel smiled.

"You stepped down as President again?" Anne crossed her arms.

"What? Lost all your chances for corruption?"

"Miguel... If you're not feeling well, please tell me... We promised each other that we'd do this together."

"I'm fine, Anne. I promise."

"Miguel... You were gone for ten days... And you haven't been talking to the kids! You've been talking to yourself in the mirror, lately! I don't think-!"

"I'll ask for help when I allow myself to ask for help."

"And when will that be?"

Miguel stayed silent.

"I love you, Miguel-..."

His eyes quiver.

"...-But I can't stand it when you're allowing yourself to hurt this way..."

"You're my wife... Your job is to stand with me no matter what."

"My job is to take care of my family... Like what you should also be doing and what you're not right now!"

"Anne, please!"

"Dinner's gone cold on the table, Miguel..."

"I said I'll eat later."

"Miguel... It's 9 AM in the morning... You've... been doing whatever the hell that is for twelve hours..."

Miguel looks at the window. "Oh..." He tries to steady himself as he dizzily stepped around.

Anne catches him before he falls.

"You fuckin' loser..." sighed Anne, as she carried Miguel to the bed. "You're starting to scare me."