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“Oh we’ll get rid of it. I will, personally. Don’t you worry about that.” Her long fingernails pressed against his neck. Now it was - if it was the way she said it was… “But you have to promise me, no keeping secrets! You need to be observant for me, make yourself one useful servant, alright?” Her plump lips pressed against his cheeks. He was turned around, her thinner hand holding his hand tightly, but marking him with something much shorter than love.
“Can you promise me? You need to say you promise me! Ah, I can’t just leave unless you do it!” She was so much taller than him. Her physique was noticeable amongst a crowd. In a non-subtle, yet pleasant way. Her legs were long, probably two times longer than his own legs were. She was very skinny, but her chest was shaped so nicely. For someone as thin as her, they seemed unnatural. But it had to be natural.
“Do you want some chocolate?” He opened his mouth without thinking. “I only have bitter chocolate, you have to do with it!~ Sorry, I have to keep track of things. If you’re good, I’ll bring you sweeter ones.” She fed him the slightly bitter chocolate, but all he could think about was the germs, or sweat of hers that had to enter his mouth along with the chocolate. He… He was eating a part of her right now, right? And it made it so much sweeter, he had to have more. Exactly from her, her long fingers.
Her blonde hair was long, but it seemed fluffy and well taken care of. What hairbrush she used? Like a Barbie, did she brush it a thousand times before going outside? “Aaah, what? You’re gross, gross gross gross! You seem like the type to hate mouth-open-chewers, yet you’re one of them! Or is it that you want more? Ugh, I told you already, I don’t carry many sweets on me!”
But then her eyes sparkled. She sounded childish, and he saw himself in her. “Right, I know! Ruruka-chan is the key, isn’t she? She can give us the most awesome, Super High School Level Confectionary! Maybe then you’d stop looking at me like a stupid bunny, mouth open and all?”
Ruruka-chan. “You’re being boring.” An instant change in her tone, she seemed angry. Long, thin fingers squeezed his throat, making him choke on the small amount of chocolate remaining inside his mouth. It felt dry. “I guess I’ll just have to kill you.” Her glorious body came dangerously close to him. She was pale, her skin didn’t have a single blemish on it. Her face was covered in makeup. She pushed him to the ground, he could feel his bones crushing - but it didn’t have to be that dramatic.
She climbed on top of him, long nails scratching from his neck to chest. When had he taken his scarf off? Oh well, it was all just bullshit, isn’t it? All that checkers, organization stuff. They were toys. Her breath hit his face. “…Or maybe I won’t. Tell me, would you prefer to die? Answer me! Answer me, or…” She pulled out a sharp, crystal-like thing from her pocket. His eyes widened slightly. “Is that even edible?”
“You’ll make it work! You’re just - not only you, but all humans - are so used to being pampered! It’s like you want to have a machine which produces roses continuously, but instead of building it, you pray such a machine will come to life! You have to make it work!” She was right on top of him. She sounded caring, like a nurse. “Hey, sweetie. You’re sweating.”
The girl touched his back, her beautiful hands dampening with sweat. Her eyebrows knitted in worry. “Sweetheart, you’re sweating so much! What is it, what could it be? You- You swore you were different!” She yelled harshly, but then she softened. “You just can’t resist me, can you? Do you like commercial breaks?”
“How long until…?”
“How long do you want me to make it? It is all up to you.” She brought the glistening, blue crystal to his lips. He chewed without question. She has touched the ground lately, when she adjusted herself on top of it - did her fingers have some dust on them from the ground? Did they just make their way to his tongue? He wanted to suck his own tongue, but with what?
“You’re unrelenting.” She mumbled. She had a sweet smile, free from all the malice from earlier. Her fingers grazed his cheeks. “But you are in love with me. Unfortunately, so many are…” A shadow fell to her face as she clutched her chest. “Everyone is constantly fighting over my love! If you want it, you gotta earn it, you know? But I think I’ll give it to you without expecting anything in return.”
He remained silent, but he could feel his own drool running from his chin to his neck. His face felt hot. “I think the best decision we ever made, you know, was to get you out of that stupid uniform. Or, I should say, readjust your stupid uniform. We burnt that stupid scarf, and now you can feel more of me. You like the way the same air I’m breathing hits your neck, don’t you? It feels like such a privilege to you. Are you curious of how my mouth smells?
“The best thing we did has to be making those button thingies of worth. You never, ever see a snowman with eyes on his torso, right? You put them in his eyes, so he can see. But you never straddle a snowman. You don’t…” She was so close. Her lips, her glorious lips so close to his ears. His cheeks hurt from grinning so much. “You don’t make them feel this good. You can’t make them useful to you. They’re just, frozen water! No heart, no brains! But oh… Well.” She smiled. He smiled back.
She put her fingers in his mouth. “It would be so upsetting for your closest relatives to be useless snowmen. They melt in the sun, anyway! But what’s the point if you have blood running in your veins, teeth in your mouth, yet you’re not a single bit more qualified than a freaking snowman?! Oh god, it’s really really really embarrassing! It makes you feel awful, doesn’t it?”
He was trying to savor the taste of her fingers. Suck, suck, suck, suck. But he was jealous of the air that was going to hit her wet fingers the second she pulled them out. He was - he was jealous of it all. He wanted to stay like this. Forever. On the ground, with her on top of him.
She was so beautiful…
“Start with the mage, will you?” She chirped, yanking her fingers out of him and climbing out of his lap. He almost whined, or maybe he really did. She grinned warmly. “I hate her the most! I feel like she has a yucky-ducky crush on you, ugh! And the pianist! Actually, don’t do the pianist. Tell her to dye her hair something other than blonde, okay? She feels like a pathetic replica. She’s too ugly to be one though, but still to be safe.” She said calmly. “And then you know where to go from there.”
He nodded. He really didn’t want to get up. He was never going to wash his clothes. He was never going to let anything touch his lips again. If possible, he was going to eat through a tube that goes directly into his throat, so his inner mouth and teeth weren’t dirtied. He wanted to savor everything about her, forever.