Oct 8th Sat --- 9pm -- Tokyo streets on her way home
Mura had yet another tough day at work. She cursed the teenagers mentally for a full five minutes. Roughly she packed her bag shoving and stuffing it full of her things. After a moment a calmness came over her and allowed a clear mind to resurface. It wouldn't do her any good to be distracted on the walk home, not when dangers lurk in the shadows.
The old woman gave her a warning. Times would change, and with that so would everything else. Of course it wasn't like the old woman to actually be direct. Beating around the bush was something she made a living off of.
A bitter taste coated the inside of Mura's mouth as she watched a near by candle. It flickered and battled against the air current. The wax, its life, slowly melted away. The candle who was once tall, fresh, and untouched, could only remain in her memory. The wick was lit, and the walls spilled down droplets on the smooth sides like trickles of blood from a wound. As it bleed its life, it gave the area around it light and filled it with a healthy aroma. It burned brightly for its owner, and gave its life to please. Now it was reduced to nothing but a puddle of hot wax that pooled at the base.
The flame flickered again. Of course it was never truly alive until you lit the rope coil. Its birth started when the flame did, and as it burned it also was dying. The wax melted faster now. The pool of wax became thicker until finally it gobbled up the fire. The candle itself was no more but the substance it started but was lifeless. With no fire, it could no longer live.
Why was she drawn to this candle so? Mura questioned the thoughts that ran through her mind as she stared at the cooling red pool. Her eyes darted around and spotted a pen and paper. Quickly she wrote a note and placed it next to the dead candle.
' do not get rid of wax'
When she had time she would bring the candle back to life, filling it with another scent so it can burn once more. Bag in hand Mura walked to the door and smiled when she found her awaiting escort. He was a young male in Kazuya's gang charged with the duty of walking Mura home. At first the boy was wary of her, and she picked at him. After some time she found his weaknesses but kept those to herself. Her soft voice and smile betrayed her true twisted hate for people. The boy not listening to his better judgment trusted her.
Often they would chat about nothing really, and she would give him friendly words of wisdom. Sometimes his end would grow quiet and she enjoyed the sounds that surrounded them. Mura came to a stop and looked down an ally. A shake of her head and ignoring the words of the boy Mura moved forward not watching where she was going. 'my thoughts are so...murky tonight why? what is going on? I am not getting sick... so...' The sudden bump broke Mura out of her thoughts and sent her back. The ground met her rear. Slowly a chill bit through her starting from her bum and spread upwards. Despite her resolve Mura shivered as she glazed upwards to the person she bumped into.
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The old woman gave her a warning. Times would change, and with that so would everything else. Of course it wasn't like the old woman to actually be direct. Beating around the bush was something she made a living off of.
A bitter taste coated the inside of Mura's mouth as she watched a near by candle. It flickered and battled against the air current. The wax, its life, slowly melted away. The candle who was once tall, fresh, and untouched, could only remain in her memory. The wick was lit, and the walls spilled down droplets on the smooth sides like trickles of blood from a wound. As it bleed its life, it gave the area around it light and filled it with a healthy aroma. It burned brightly for its owner, and gave its life to please. Now it was reduced to nothing but a puddle of hot wax that pooled at the base.
The flame flickered again. Of course it was never truly alive until you lit the rope coil. Its birth started when the flame did, and as it burned it also was dying. The wax melted faster now. The pool of wax became thicker until finally it gobbled up the fire. The candle itself was no more but the substance it started but was lifeless. With no fire, it could no longer live.
Why was she drawn to this candle so? Mura questioned the thoughts that ran through her mind as she stared at the cooling red pool. Her eyes darted around and spotted a pen and paper. Quickly she wrote a note and placed it next to the dead candle.
' do not get rid of wax'
When she had time she would bring the candle back to life, filling it with another scent so it can burn once more. Bag in hand Mura walked to the door and smiled when she found her awaiting escort. He was a young male in Kazuya's gang charged with the duty of walking Mura home. At first the boy was wary of her, and she picked at him. After some time she found his weaknesses but kept those to herself. Her soft voice and smile betrayed her true twisted hate for people. The boy not listening to his better judgment trusted her.
Often they would chat about nothing really, and she would give him friendly words of wisdom. Sometimes his end would grow quiet and she enjoyed the sounds that surrounded them. Mura came to a stop and looked down an ally. A shake of her head and ignoring the words of the boy Mura moved forward not watching where she was going. 'my thoughts are so...murky tonight why? what is going on? I am not getting sick... so...' The sudden bump broke Mura out of her thoughts and sent her back. The ground met her rear. Slowly a chill bit through her starting from her bum and spread upwards. Despite her resolve Mura shivered as she glazed upwards to the person she bumped into.
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