Pan BANG! Delirium | Chapter One
It burns. It burns slowly trough my fingers, running in the nerves of my arm. Deeply attacking my shoulder, then goes in my heart and up directly in my head. My brain. My mind. In my eyes. Focusing on the prey. All the right sie of my body trembles. Too many days out in this icy weather.
The clothing that I'm wearing are warm enough. The wind blows slowly. it s dead silence now. No more noise. just me and the prey. Half of my body is screaming the pain of this work. The other half stays focus. Half of my mind is screaming to abandon everything. The other needs to finish this.
The target doesn't seem to notice anyting. It is suppose to notice noting. My heart beating start getting slower and slower. Take a deep breathe. Close my eyes. Pull the trigger. One time. Two time. Three Time. Four time. Open my eyes. The prey is down. My heart stopped beating.
My body is burning. My mind is burning. I'm burning alive.
Quickly and silently, I put back the material of my sniper in the bag. My hair is getting in my way to see where I'm going. I knew I should have attach them. I shake my head and while putting the bag on my shoulder. Start running away from the scene. the sun is almost rising up.
Getting the shadow in the small street of Osaka. The merchants are beginning to put out their goods. Early in this sunday morning? Maybe a lot of tourist this year. I'm running fast, stepping on purpose on the merchants goods. Yelling at me that I'm a dirty thug.
Well, I wished the world knew that I'm a dirty thug. It is my job.
My hair start really annoying my to look where I'm going. Really wished to have a rope in my pocket. Stop running fats to not get the attention the night guards in downtown Osaka. I don't even know if my heart had start beating again. Touching my chest while looking down. Yup, it's beating again.
In front of that small Inn, pushing the door slowly. The night receptionist is still sleeping behind the counter. Lame. Take my key card to open the last door down the hall. They are all waiting for me. it seems that they just arrived.
-No more Asashi?- He asked while taking off his sunglasses. I answered yes, he is down. I hear the sirens of the police and the ones of the ambulance. They are different of each other. The chef Kazuka is smiling at me. Approaches me. Touches me with his finger on my lips, going down on my throat.
-Good job. Here is the rest of the money. You can rest for the rest of the month.-
His eyes are deep blue, like a geisha. He put on his sunglasses and give sign to his crew to leave now. God only know how much I hate to work for them.
I have the rest of the month free. More than twenty days. It sounds like twenty minutes of freedom in my mind. I pack up my thing. I don't have much with me. going back in Tokyo sounds thrilling for me, but at the same time, I don't feel like going back there. Someone is knocking in the door. Room service and it's a man.
I allow him to come in. I don't look at him. I just continue packing up my stuff. He smell is deranging me.
-Do you wear a perfume or what?- He turned straight to me. Deep blue eyes. Deeper blue eyes. I just stand here, looking at him. His skin is so pale and looks fragile. He has strong hands. I'm a bit higher than him, and his hair is dark dark black. Darker than a night in a hole.
-Did you hear what I just said?-
-Um, heh. . . no. Sorry, I was in my thoughts.
-. . .
-. . . You said what?
-I don't wear perfume at work, it against the policy.
-Well you smell really. . . really good.
He turns is back and continue arranging the bed that was already arranged. I'm far from him, but I can feel the heat from him blushing. There is a small rope that holding his hair. I take it from him and attach my hair. All his hair is all over his face.
-What the hell are you doing? Give it back to me!
-I need it more than you.
-Mister Uru-. . Mister Sarata, please give that rope back to me.- He bends in front of me. He is still blushing. I can see that his face is red from anger and shy. I still stare at him. I don't know. Something from him is pulling me to him. He goes up, looking at me, waiting his rope.
-What is your name?
-Mashiko Aoi sir.
-. . . Aoi- I whisper. I toked off the rope of my and gaved him back. He stares at my hand, and took it. I took my stuff and got the hell out of here, I need to get in the train, or I'll be late.
Deep blue eyes.
Aoi.
Deep blue eyes.
Aoi
Deep blue eyes.
Aoi.
Stop walking. I'm staying. I feel viruses in downtown Osaka. Maybe he's a virus. I'm staying. Looking around me. I see them, they are hiding in the shadow. Osaka is awake. Daily viruses.
This.
Is.
Gonna.
Be.
Like.
A.
Peace.
Of.
Cake.