Perfect Poison

CHAPTER 17

"Here is our room!"

Yuko chirply ran ahead of us into the purple glow, eyes glistening from the abrupt lights.  Chasing towards  first guest room, she  happily distributed her hands between corridors, twirling around on her toes as we  followed behind her.  someone is happy.

"This place is breathtaking." Rachel breathed.

Even i was lost for words. Almost as if throwing her hands against the wind would lift the spirits, i swiped my hands slowly across my eyes to snap myself out of a trance.  "Anyone else smell something?" I questioned, sniffing hard. There were violet lamps on each 4 corners of the hall, polished and glowingly lambently. It smelled of candyfloss and butterscotch sweets along with the brief scent of hot milk. they had prepared food!

Hot melting chocolate crepes stacked upon a warm plate with blue berry muffins next to patbingsu and rice syrup mandu neatly prepared stood ready to dig in! All of my favourite deserts....

"Ayato i could kiss you right now." i breathed shallow in love with the sight. My brother smirked contently. "I thought you deserved a treat." he smiled.

   Two glass bowls awaited us on a circular wooden drawer, statuesque within the  vivid blossom of night's glow, each one stuffed with Green and blacks chocolates in gold foil.  The floor was soft enough to sleep on,  The oak brown  Grandfather like doors boldly looked down at us with suspicion almost as if they were debating wether to let us through to the next room.

 Yuko walked ahead as her mouth began to dance excitedly. "And this is the hall room area!" she informed us devotedly before swooping close. "is it not prettiest place you've ever seen? and this is die room!"

She threw her middle finger at the dining room.

"Um...that's not what it's called." Ayato began to say.

Yuko just stubbornly shook her little head. "Nonsense eye toes." she argued back proudly.

"My mother told me so it is die room, where people die, from bad cooking, white people ye?"

"er..."

Yuko slam dunked open another of the cumbersome old doorways. "And this is angry room."

We all blankly stared at the living room in silence.

"Huh, room not livid  today."

"yeah,anyway time to dig in!"

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It was almost 11 o clock and we had begun to finally settle within our suite. And i honestly love it! chandelier moonlit rooms has a effect on you. It looks too much like my home, as a kid to distract me i would be given jewels. i would place them up to my light bulb and see how much it would twinkle, i wanted to be as immortally beautiful as those gems, rather then a skipping stone pawn for high society.

I flung myself onto the soft sofa bed, feeling through my pockets fluff, sweet packets, and hairclips blurring my stone radar. Suddenly  the cold feeling of a hard gem, smooth as an eggs , caught my attention. Check mate!

I flung my head deep into the memory foam, flipping my rose quartz up to the chandelier, light seeping through.

This is why i love gems. No one ever throws them away, They will always be remembered. I want to be loved that way by someone, even if it's not true, it would be great to pretend.

"Hey lil kid, you feeling any better?" Ayato and Rachel slid into view smiling down at me

"We found a Panasonic tv within the living room and the room service was ready to be used at personal liking."  Rachel beamed at me. I smiled back. what a perfect friend i have.  Finally we could all relax.minus the running shadow that is yuko.

It was already obvious from a far view that my Yuko didn't blend in with the background, her figure rather being a reminder that another spirit actually has roamed these eeirly soundproof places. It was so unusually peacefull here. And yet, it felt strangely unconventional. Like this would be better off as a room to commit a crime without being caught red handed, a luxurious resort for quiet murder.

"You need some shut eye?" Rachel asked kindly. God bless her please.

i nodded weakly.

"I'll show you bed, you will love how cosy it was!" Yuko ranted on exasperatedly. I grabbed her in assurance. "Yuko..." I gently said. "I'm happy, you don't have to entertain me."

Yuko's eyes suddenly became more relaxed, and she warmly hugged me. Even the eyes looked more accessible, she was being herself. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"A extroverted champ like you should never be one to force your spirit for someone who's barely given you a second glance." i chuckled unhappily. My own throat felt like it was tightening, and my eyes were watery. What the hell...

"Seree." i look up to see yuko's face wide with concern. "How can you say this to me?"

I blinked away whatever had gotten in my system before timidly watching yuko's face lightly.

"Sweetpea, how could you say such words to me-" "I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i know you care it's just."

"No, stop that." Yuko whispered. I watched her expression again, suddenly understanding what she means.

"Sereen i don't know what u saying, English not amazing." o h .

"Never mind!" i shook my  hands aggresively before running to find the bedroom door. Finally. Peace and qui-

"SHIT!" i screamed.

A diamonte strapless  ballgown dress fit for a wealthy maiden, drenched in brown  blood,

fresh and hotly spread like strawberry jam waxed over red icing. The stench of the redsness made the gown appear like pulsing veins, thumping as if it  was drowning in arteries, screaming out to me . An overdosal of death was here.  It wasnt human blood.It is pig's blood. I could  see from the smell. I could feel my view distort   pungent bloor. My hands slowly slid from the paper note strappled to the dresses side. 

"Heard you like blood! Just like me! we share something in common! A special gift till our next encounter U N  c  l E._"