A strong, buffy-masculine body unfolds in front of me. It was me. I can see my naked figure as I look down. I came out of the small floating boat that is made up of bamboo floor and a white cloth that appears to look like a glam tent. As I came out, there was a bunch of men who's waiting for my appearance from the three others tents, surrounding me and are holding a AKM, enthusiastic to put holes in me.
I moved as fast as I can back inside as if I got something so important that I need to protect. I heard a lot of gunshots but none were seen or hits us.
I snuggled the skinny-wimpy naked male that just woke up from the sound of the fire arms. Holding him in, I went out and saw my companions. Their black garments made them look like merciless killers who follow orders. They pulled us on the main side of the amphibious house who's just as twice or thrice of what we are on.
I put down my partner near the bathroom and told him to take a shower. I went out and paid a look on the grassy near forest, from there, I saw a jumping car making its way onto us. My most intrusted-right hand person comes behind me and stopped beside my right. He pulled out his pistol and released his bullets. The car made turn before us and draw their rifle to our way. I stood still as the man beside me continues his work. A second, third black car came after them. It looks fun, chasing is.
I looked into my right and there was my aide. His body covered in pure black fitted clothes with his equipment that shows more emphasis on his well shaped body, his silver buzz cut hair that oddly suits him well, and his killer eyes who doesn't even dare to quiver even in the slightest pinch. That's where my feminine heart thump for.
My so called "partner" suddenly came and reminds me the fact that he's mine. I am holding him within my arms, again.
"Catch them," I told this silver haired man in front of me.
He answered in such cold reliability as if he never fails to obey me. Which is true, he'll never be my right hand if he did.
I faced the grassy forest as he walks away.
Deep inside me,
He's Someone I Wish it was Him.
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Inside the Dreamer
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