The Nakahara Volumes

One of Those Days: Part 2- Vanilla scent

Kyohei P.O.V

It's been a tough week. Even as a college student I can't get a decent job.so many people just like my face. I guess in a way it's a good thing in this f***** up world that it's helped me get some jobs that pay, like my last job, which I was just fired from, not that I'd stay in that ugly state of affairs, I snort.

At least now at home I can relax, did someone light an incense candle? Because I smell vanilla.

The smell is so perplexing, it's soft and mellow, relaxing, but it's a smell someone sassy could wear with pride. I like that, about vanilla.

Whatever the smell is it got closer, maybe it was a new detergent, that's most likely. But we normally only use detergent that smells like, well fresh linen is how I'd describe it, save for the time Aunty decided to take all the washing to the dry cleaners, they smelt like citrus for a while after. What an experience that was, I chuckle at just being reminded of it.

I suppose the most logical answer is that its my pillow. Softly rolling toward me, I won't stop it.

But it stops moving, far from me. If it would just get closer. It has to, it's to relaxing for it to stop moving.

It gets closer again, smell just a bit stronger now, I don't want to move, can't it come any faster?

'I've smelt this before', the thought pops up in my mind. Yes I have, but where?

I try to remember the first memory is of the kitchen, off course there would be vanilla in the kitchen. But there's another smell wafting out of it, fried shrimp, my favourite, but this memory isn't important, I need another smell.

I push it out of my head, I'm so easily distracted. The next memory is of when Sunako was possessed, this time I'm not viewing the memory. I'm reliving it.

I'm tied up to a wall trying to break free of my confinements. The newly possesed Sunako sashayed towards my struggling figure pouting her accented lips and deliberately pointing her intense purple eyes, dim with what Kyouhei called evil. This can't be the memory, don't waste time, think Kyouhei!

The next memory was relived as well. Kyouhei was blind folded and all he could hear was some delicate talking in the background. His arms and legs were bound by ropes giving little room to move, not that he could do much, he felt drowsy. The sound got louder a few gasps, a few screams, and then the scent again, the same. He felt himself being hefted by someone, someone steady.

He was set down and the blindfold was taken off the smell, where was the smell, all he could see was these two ladies, wait were they Ranmaru and Yuki!?

Something moved in reality, it brought him out of his reverie. The smell why was it so... Intoxicating, he wanted to smell it till it filled him up, not just inhaling and exhaling it.

It got closer he reached out, grabbing it and slowly bringing it toward him. That's better. Much better.

His mind drifted off for some time, soon he was running from body guards and fighting through the personal police of yet another pedophilic rapists mansion. He kicked one who stumbled back into another and they collapsed in a heap. Then he heard a click and a cool sensation in a circle on his head. His sweat all seemed to go cold.

"Put you hands up and walk back into the mansion." Said a cool voice, he could be mistakened, but it sounded like...

His train of thoughts died, and he was awake, though he didn't want to be. Sun was penetrating thought the thin skin of his eyelid, illuminating the space a pink tinted red.

He could feel breathing not hot bothered breathing but calm breathing, matching the rhythmic bump he felt against him. But why was there a breath in the first place?

His left eyelid opened first and then his right followed in suit. He wasn't in his room, his room didn't have a glow in it. The curtains were parted closest to the bed, and light streamed through. Just below him was a small entity, at least it wasn't male from what he could tell. Which was a lot.

He slowly turned his neck downward, to see black shiny hair.

If that wasn't enough this was.

He broke out in a cool sweat.

What should he do?

She snuffed and turned her head up at him. Oh Kami-sama no

I watch her creamy eyelids slide open and I'm blasted by her violet orbs.

Maybe she'll nose bleed, I might be safe. I stare down at her. Come on Sunako give up.

She smiles, slyly is my first adjective but it seems different. Was it sexily?

I had to make her nosebleed or I would die, a homocide.

I constricted my arms a bit more, so she would feel intimidated, come on, this has to work or I'm dead.

'What's this?' oh no not this guy.

'You should have done this earlier, it worked out so well.' Well!? She might kill me if she doesn't nosebleed.

'But she's changed,' Changed? She's Sunako.

'Then why hasn't she had a nosebleed.' She's just changed.

'That's what I said,' what, no, arrrghh, don't test me!

'But I am you,' what the heck are you talking about.

'I'm your conscious,' yeah, whatever.

While Kyouhei had a mental tyrade, Sunako had creeped up almost face to face with him. As he snapped out at the proximity she moved past his face and he, stayed stock still waiting for his punishment.

"Your tactics won't work," she started next to his ear, "in my territory." She lowered her tone to an almost husky finish.

He could smell it, the vanilla scent, that haunted him for the last night and now fills his nostrils, it was her, on her all this time. He could feel the drops of sweat on the side of his neck and the burn of his ears.

She slowly climbed off the bed and just like when she was possesed she sashayed slightly toward the door, slipping through it with a look of victory.

And he sat there, with the smell tingling him and his sweaty singlet sticking to him, he felt beaten, and Kyouhei Takano never took being beaten lightly.

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Thanks for reading, I'm sorry If any if the grammar's horrible or there are abbreviations everywhere, that's the end of my Two-shot, BUT I'll be writing more under different titles but following the parts pattern (does that even make sense?)

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