THREE: change of clothes

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I feel like I'm moving too fast...
Anyways, how is your day/night/morning/evening going?
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It resembles Tokyo, for sure, but somehow it's so much different. Cracks spiderweb across the Shibuya crossing, lampposts are rusted, and greenery creeps up the edges of buildings. Some sort of a simulation? A virtual reality game? But this is too real for that. Could a game make you taste your own blood flaking on your lips and chin? Surely not. There has to be a better explanation.

But, for now, I have to get a change of clothes.

Looking down at myself, I hum in disapproval at the cold blood soaking my oversized band T-shirt and making it stick to my stomach. Clods of dirt cling to my jeans too.

I walk alone through the wide, empty streets. It's a surreal experience, and I feel a little lightheaded and dizzy thinking about everything (although that's probably just dehydration).

The first store I come across is a run-down mall. I venture inside, stepping gingerly over the scattered broken glass, and head straight over to the first clothes store I see.

Inside, pretty much everything is perfect and new, so I happily browse for ages before picking out an outfit.

I start walking to the changing rooms, then pause and laugh at myself, the sound reverberating about the silent store.

"What am I doing?" I say, then pause, "Don't start talking to yourself, Aika, it's the first sign of madness, you know."

I let slip another little giggle. I should really get some sleep.

But, since no one's around, I may as well just get changed right here in the middle of the store.

Imagine if I'm in my underwear, and that's the moment the universe decides to send me back to the real world.

I raise my eyes to the ceiling, then shake my head and start undressing.

I've just managed to slip on my new black cargos and boots, but am still only in my bra when I hear two distinct voices from right behind me.

"Ahh, look what we have her-"

"Shut up, you Disney channel actor wannabe."

"Die."

"No, you."

I turn around in confusion to see two guys, one short with platinum hair, and one tall with black hair and multiple facial piercings. They're both attractive, but at the moment, my brains more focused on my half-nudity.

"DO YOU MIND," I yell, fingers scrambling behind me for something, anything to cover my chest.

"No, not particularly," the tall one says, strolling over, hand in his pocket, and an assault rifle casually flung over his shoulder.

I finally manage to grab the new top - a black vest - and throw it over my head. Now fully dressed, I furiously glare at both of them, neither of which are fazed by me.

The tall one grins, still approaching, and I take a small step back and grab a coat hanger, brandishing it in front of me. My knife belt is just down there, if I could just bend down and reach it...

"I don't think so." Assault-rifle dude cocks his gun and points it in my face, closing the last of the gap between us. Crap.

He's got a nice face, I'll give him that, and his eyeliner-smudged eyes stare boldly into mine, daring me to move. That's when I realise my mistake; I can't see the blond one. My eyes widen as a gag is shoved into my mouth from behind.

I try to scream, but the material muffles it, so I whirl around and lash out with my coat hanger. It connects with something and there's a muffled hmph. I grin, coat hangers are superior.

Then a pain explodes in the back of my head, and I fly forwards to the ground, barely having time to put my hands out in front of me to save my face.

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