To Bone, Through Marrow

004 / Devil Town! Run!

Chapter 004
Suggestive

    MINEKO never liked when Sosuke would choose to fight with her about her line of work. He'd frown and squabble with her like they were an old married couple—would even walk to where the space between the two was as thin as paper and cup her face and cradle it with the care she knew she didn't deserve. "I just want the best for you."

    She'd bite her lip and frown, and look away from the boy. She was afraid to admit she wanted the best for herself, too, and that she didn't like what she did; she loathed it. Her nails would pick and pry each aspect of her life apart if it meant she found the turning point, what lead to who she is now—to what she is now. (Though it was quite obvious). Mineko never liked trivial things, but she supposed this wasn't of that matter.

    Their argument would end with a kiss that would linger just a bit longer than what would be considered a friendly kiss, and end in a look of desperation on both parties ends. Sosuke would let it go for the day and move on, and Mineko would act as if the argument never happened. The two were practically actors at this point, and their awards would be listed for 'Best Frauds of the Year'!

"'Mm, I think banana milk sounds good," Mineko murmurs as she picks at the many small jugs of beverages lined along the refrigerated part of the convenience store. She taps her chin with her index finger, eyeing the shelf for her desired flavor and taps once more as she spots it. "Mango for Sosuke." She cradles her drink along her forearm and takes the one for Sosuke into her unoccupied hand, before shuffling her way down the aisle.

    There are a few other customers within the convenience store. An elderly couple softly nuzzle into each other as they bicker over which kind of lettuce they want for their lettuce rolls. The elderly man grumbles as his wife places her desired lettuce into their basket and leads him along with her arm, but his grumbles are paired with a lovesick, wrinkly smile that pulls at his aged cheeks. A little girl and mother are in the candy aisle, with the little girl jumping and begging her mother for every and all candy that catches her eye. And, a group of preteen boys all flock toward the magazine section, looking for the newest edition of Boo-Babes! Weekly. Why such a thing was sold where families frequent was a mystery to Mineko.

    Her phone rings and she's drawn from her daydream of people watching. "Hello?" She answers.

    "Ah, Mineko-san. So nice to hear your voice." The man on the other end of the line speaks. His voice full of a twisted game Mineko can hardly play a card for.

Kian, the bastard finally decides to contact her after days of her last job. She can practically feel her rage boiling her skin as it burns at her inner being. It sizzles, popping each blood vessel before fizzling up to the underside of her skin. So, so close to breaking through the pale barrier and having her pool on the floor in a puddle of irony liquid. She bets the other customers would just love that show.

"Kian. Finally growing the balls to cough up my money?" Mineko snaps as she makes her way to the front. She comes to stand at the counter and places the drinks down, glancing at the man behind the counter. His eyes go up and down her figure, clad in a loose-fitting shirt that hangs at the middle of her thighs. (Actually, it's Sosuke's shirt). She can feel Syuu practically gnawing at her gummy brain in desire to feed on the gross man; who knows, maybe she'll let him.