The Big Book Of Amaguji

The Twisted Author

A poem a day works a charm when you want to relax yourself, over some emotional music might make you shed a tear. He installed a small speaker on his desk so he could do exactly that, emotion was bound and woven into his writing. 'Beautifully unkempt but irreversibly broken on the inside' critics would describe his poems, hakius, etc. They all had a theme that people have yet to notice. Some say it's about abuse while others say it's a stew of themes with a hit sadness, only light sadness, you see, that he has yet to forget.

His forth and final book of poems comes out today, no poem lacking in anything meant to hurt you both emotionally and mentally. He sends the final copy to the printing/publication company and waits with his eyes closed, in hypnotic sleep. A dream about his sister rattled him awake with a vampiric gaze and a kiss on his neck, he didn't know why he was scared, his life was the nightmare in this case, is it not? Mornings come fast in his opinion so it didn't matter.

He hasn't touched his work laptop in ages, he'd rather work on something by hand instead. Considering that his works takes months or years to craft, he didn't have time to check fan mail or looked the comments on his blog. He turned on his miniature speaker and selected some smooth violin to listen to while he took his morning shower, the warm water stimulating his mind and... he forgot to return that book yesterday. He sighed and prepared his eyes for actual sunlight and not from a small desk lamp. A mask on his face and gloves on his hands, he wrapped his pocketbook around his shoulder and put the single book in the bag.

He heard that the village he lived in hired an assistant for the local library, maybe he'll introduce himself? He's a regular so the librarian could've told them about him, she could already make out his form through the sooty glass doors. Himiko smiled and greeted him accordingly.

"Are you finding anything specific today?"

"I was just hear to return something and maybe greet the assistant that you've recently hired." He handed the book to Himiko and the small late fee.

"Oh, if you wanted to he's in the back. Nyeh~."

"I might as well, thank you Himiko."

As he was walking away, Himiko halted him.

"I must warn you, he's kinda weird. That won't be an issue though."

He sighed, "It wouldn't..."

Himiko laughed, "Owning up to your own weirdness, aren't you Kork? Haha."

"Tch."

He walked into the back while Himiko giggled to herself. The green-haired man was sorting old books into a box that says 'Free books' on the front. He walked up to him and he turned around.

"You must be Himiko's new assistant. I'm Korekiyo Shinguji and I'm just a regular at this library."

"Ah, I'm Rantaro Amami. Nice to meet you."

He had glasses and a casual jeans with a white t-shirt. He didn't bother to look at Korekiyo and continued to work, he didn't expect anything less to be honest. He left briefly afterwards and hung his pocketbook on a coathanger and sat at his study. He went on his blog to see the comments, they were well worded and extensive but he skimmed through it. 'Such a warped knowledge in concise lettering. A different view on love that is almost evil, it brings up worry but we suspect that this is to bring up different, more obscure topics in realistic fiction. Well done KS, well done.' One said in a summarized notation.

They didn't know it was based on real life but what can you do? He looked at his analog clock to see that it's 10pm. When he was younger, he would've prepared for his sister to show her 'love' at this time. He perfectly portrayed the only love he knew in concise, neat paragraphs but
it's named under 'almost evil'. He didn't understand, not one bit. He closed the laptop and went to sleep again.