Harsh Reality

Harsh Reality- A KouNoiz / Noijaku Oneshot - Merry Christmas Den-chan

WARNING: The characters are likely to be OOC and for that I'm sorry :/

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She goes by the name of Mynt. She says it fits because of her eyes. I think it fits too, though her eyes are like a hybrid colour. A mix of lime and mint green. Peircing yet innocent. Appropriate for the fantasies. Fitting for her line of work. I had only met her twice before but those times were long ago. Almost as if it was a lifetime ago. If you compare the circumstances under which we had met this time, you wouldn't even think that we were the same people.

We aren't the same people.

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"Sometimes all it takes is a slap in the face to make you see what's right in front of you...or see how harsh reality really is." It was a phrase that most of my family used to use. I remember it well. I think that that was what scared me the most, when I heard her, Mynt, say those words. It was more of a slap than I needed.

I had let all of my feelings out, confided in her, thinking she was just a call girl. A disposable piece of work in my life. I was wrong. So wrong.

How was I to know? I hadn't seen her since I was a child. She had grown up, matured, blossomed and grown her thorns.

I still can't believe how close I was to kissing her, embracing her, using her, my second cousin, the call girl.

"That was close." I find myself sighing as I lean on the wall of an alleyway.

"Oi!" her fruity voice echoes through the alley. She's stood on the balcony. Simply stood on the balcony to her apartment, in a translucent green nightie, decorated with black lace and ribbon. You can see her bra and underwear through it. But I think that that is the point. I wouldn't know. I never understood the appeal of lingerie.

I look away from her. I can't look at her, we're related for Goodness sake! It's disgusting to even glance at a woman you are related to when she is dressed like that. Not even a peak! Horrible! Gross! Wrong!

"Look, Noiz. I know that wasn't the slap you wanted." I look at her face. I can see that she's leaning on the bars of her balcony. I keep my eyes trained on her own. Those hypntic eyes, a concoxion of lime and mint green. "But I think it was more effective...so go get 'im!"

My second cousin, Yamaguchi Mynt pumps her fist, eyes shining. She looks oh to comfortable on the balcony in lingerie. I think I once heard that she had gotten a modelling career. Modelling just that, lingerie. I heard it when I planted a bug in my parent's home, simply out of curiosity.

I stare at her, baffled; "Go get 'im"? She thinks that the event in the apartment...

"Just go Noiz! Go see 'im! See if you see 'im in a new light!" Mynt encourages.

"Okay. I guess I'll have to trust you on this." I say quietly.

"Yeah you should!" her cheeky childish attitude comes through. She hasn't changed too much then. "Because I'm the one who has had the intimate relationships."

I grimace. I didn't need to know that. Even though it was obvious, since as a call girl, intimacy is the top aspect of the job.

Making my way back to my home turf' isn't the most amazing thing. I hated that Mynt coaxed me to her apartment. Now I'm right by Scrach headquaters.

I wonder if Mynt's location has anything to do with Scratch and it's members...actually, no, I would rather not think that it did. Coincidence, right? It has to be. The loner that often mocks me by calling me a maniac can't have anything to do with Mynt! I can't let myself accept the possibility.