Twenty-two

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"I will rip your head off and use it as a damn necklace Fabian!"

"You will?" Fabian replies, confused and tied to a cannon. It's not a real one, but it's funny to see him all panicked.

"You were supposed to put a realistic figure of her mother, not sister!" Komi stomps her expensive heel into the ground...again. It's left almost 12 indents on the concrete thanks to the self-engineered addition of a secret knife. 

"She'll still be sad either way!"

"But Sasaki has a closer connection to her mother!"

"How do you fucking know, huh?" He flaps his hands out, trying to reach for Komi's long ass ponytail, but she swishes it in his face. "Agh!"

"Hair whip, cunt!" Komi's giggle echoes through the room.

"I will literally finger your asshole, pull out your own rectum, pull it over your head like a balloon, and start flicking it like a guitar string."

Silence.

Now, I'll let you guess who made this beautifully crafted threat. Adrian, me, Shikuda, Fabian, Kristian, or some other character you have a weird emotional attachment to.

The answer is...Jin Yuka!

I hired him a while ago, he's a bit twinky but I think that's okay. Not everyone here's straight anyway. And don't go giggling because you remembered the time I made love to sexy Adrian Cheng.

I'm not gay.

"You guys need to stop fighting all the time, it's unhealthy and damaging to your friendly relationship." He says proudly with his hands on his hips.

"We don't even have a relationship. Not romantically, atleast." Fabian spoke up, with his head propped up on one of the cannon's ropes.

Suddenly, our beloved stereotype alpha bad boy struts in. "We've got an arcade!"

"Adrian?" Komi looks up.

"Yeah! I got the guys to build it in my bedroom, so now I have constant DDR music lulling me to sleep!

"Sick."

"Since when was Adrian allowed to move in?"

"I moved myself in."

"Damn, that's pretty rude." Fabian groans. "Now we have a tall fake lawyer hot sexy smash man in our house who probably jacks off to Indian porn."

"Jesus Christ, is that really how low you think of me?"

Jin's phone blares. "Hey, Tekka Tekkarini posted a new video! My ex used to watch her."

Komi leans on the fake cannon. "Ex? Who's the guy? Or girl? Or human?"

"Amnietra Sasaki."

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Urgh.

The dreaded sun wakes me up again, telling me I cannot be a lazy active suicide risk.

Lazy active. 

Oxymoron.

Is it an oxymoron?

It sure is a moron.

"Hi Ammi..." Harute looks up from his piss bed. Ratty's perched up on his arm.

"Sup."

"You might wanna look down."

I do, and to my horror...my fucking period's started.

Man, I've just been kidnapped, have no pads, no clothes, a dead sister, a rat, a piss bed, and goddamn Harute, and I just had to bleed today.

"Thanks."

I shove myself up from the piss mattress, my clothes smelling like someone shat right beside you. It's the same ripped up suit I wore to the court case.

Ratty squeals.

"Yeah yeah, shut up Ratty." Harute groans.

Suddenly, the weak mouldy door is shoved open by a young woman with a weirdly large whore tattoo on her arm, dressed a short slim red bodycon dress, black hair tied into a ponytail.

"Come on dickheads, you can't rot in there all day."

The red dress looked oddly similar to Felicity's, but I decide to ignore it. I have more worrying issues. Such as my bleeding arms, the rat, my period, and the dead girl right next to me.

"Who are you?" Harute sits up, rubbing his eyes. Ratty scuttles away from him.

"Komi. I'm your 'host' or whatever. I'm gonna get you two dressed."

"For what?" I ask.

"Auctioning."

Well isn't that just great.

"Can I have a pad first? My period's just started."

Komi groans, running a tatted hand through her black hair. "Uh...I have some tampons?"

"I don't know how to use them."

"Just fucking deal with it lady. I'm a woman too, and you don't see me complaining about a damn tampon." 

Her hand digs into a black bin bag, finishing out weird looking thongs and a blue tampon. "That's all you're getting."

"Seriously?? My sister's just died and-"

"Whatever lady, put the damn tampon on and go." She turns to Harute. "You, up. You're gonna get trained for the Yakuza."

"What- But we're friends! I can't just let her be auctioned off and then work for you idiots-"

"I don't give one crap about your little relationship, okay? Up."

Harute pulls himself up. I can feel a lump in my throat begin to grow, a sudden feeling of dread.

Will I see Harute again?


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