A/n - yeah ok, the sudden surge in chapters is only cause I have a sudden writing idea. It'll probably disappear again.
Aoi grumbles, and shifts her weight slightly as her body starts to wake itself up, only to feel something crushing her arm.
Suddenly still, her mind collects itself, and causes her eye to widen in shock, as Shiromi remains curled up, cold to the touch, crushing her arm.
What the actual fuck!? Since when did she get here!? Aoi yells mentally, as she tries to carefully shift her arm out, but to no avail, as it remains sandwiched between the sofa and Shiromi.
Sighing, aoi lays on her back, not caring for the fact that it's suddenly wider, as she stares at the ceiling, trying to shift her focus away from Shiromi, who remains frozen, curled up on her side.
Aoi glances over, knowing that she can't see a thing on the side Shiromi lays on, and finally memorizes how bad of a state she's in.
Curled up almost in the fetal position, Shiromis, slow, and painful breathing moves almost her entire torso, the shirt swamping her like a blanket itself. Her limbs thin as a twig, to which aoi could probably snap without even trying, as all that keeps the shirt cropped up, is the sickening collarbones, which almost break out of her skin.
Aoi doesn't move, or speak, or even question. She just stares, unblinking, in a trance from shock. Her mind wipes clean, unable to process anything. As always, all that is heard is the same sandpaper noise and the clocks, echoing with each nanosecond, their ticks driving aoi into a deep pit of insanity.
I need some air dammit. Aoi tries to move again, to which is still futile, as Shiromi remains like a dead weight, heavier than what she is.
Aoi narrows her sight, and using her other hand, tries to push Shiromi away, gently, but stops as a small pained whimper is a response.
Fuck sake I need to get out of here! Aoi screams, as her mind goes dizzy, trying to shove Shiromi away again, but finds her limbs shaking at a unstable rate. Shiromi doesn't move, and aois panic rises, breathing becomes a impossible task, as her throat seizes up, imitating a choke hold.
Fuck sake! I can't stay here! Aoi shakes more, knowing it's a panic attack, without any cause. Sweating, she suddenly snaps, and thrusts her fist into Shiromis stomach, knocking the wind out of her, followed by falling down, coughing.
Aoi doesn't hesitate, and leaps off the sofa, running to the closest door, and kicking off its hinges, yanking her tie off in a effort to breathe, as her chest tightens causing the breaths to be short and shallow.
Rushing nowhere, aoi legs it to a nearby park, instantly landing onto a bench, and trying to get a grip of herself.
Luckily, it's not even dawn, as the small shred of sunlight is only hovering in the horizon, leaving the park a desolate, twilight space.
Fucking get a grip! Stop being a fucking idiot! Grasping her head, aoi slaps her temples in a random order in a effort to snap back into reality. The shortness of breath slowly disappears, but trying to recollect her surroundings is next to impossible.
Dammit! I'm not stuck anymore! I'm alone, by myself! In a empty space, nobody is around! Aoi screams, still trembling, as her muscles refuse to calm down. Her heartbeat starts to pound, and she finally collects a ounce of sanity back, causing her body to finally calm down.
After a long painstakingly slow hour, aoi finally breathes and relaxes, finding that the sun is already halfway up. Fuck. Gotta head to school soon. As soon as the objective washes in her mind, she jumps up, remembering she had full forced punched Shiromi.
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the luck of the tiger( Dis Continued)
Fanfiction(yes. this is a ryugoshi cause idk) I need mental help I swear. le plot: a few weeks, and everything seems fine. the council see only ayano as a problem. but, as if the timer had ran out, shiromi suddenly gains a mythical disease only told in folkl...
