“Momokaaaaa! Momokaaaaa! Momokaaaaa!? Gosh darn that girl, she ran off the moment I turned my eyes. Well I gotta git that girl before she ought to bring more trouble again. Momokaaaaa!”
Cupping her hands over her lips she yells out to her friend, continuing down the road leading to the school. She wore a winter uniform her short blonde hair blowing back from the wind. In the distance, not too far from where the girl is yelling from, a girl dressed in the same high school uniform snuck behind other students. Her black long hair covered most of her face allowing one eye to be visible. Still she intensely kept her eyes on someone just a feet few up ahead of her quietly walking.
“Hehehe.. There you are.. Always looking so.. Gorgeous.. So beautiful.. Truly you are The One for me.”
Whispering her thoughts while keeping her presence hidden. A tiger on the hunt. Up ahead a boy with dark brown hair stood above everyone else in the same high school uniform. Strolling along the sidewalk, he took in the scenery to the left side of the road seeing the city far off in the distance. A lot of students were also following the same path, keeping their distance from the boy. He was too popular for them to approach, so all they could do was admire his cool from a few feet away. The boy took a deep breath, clenching his special made lunch box and smiled at the crowd behind him. Capturing the hearts of those following behind him. He softly scoffed walking a little faster. Unwilling to let a second go by with her not seeing the boy, she kept pace with him. Students were brushed aside by both the boy and the girl, like two salmons cutting through the river current.
“Momoka. There you are.”
“Gulp, crap she found me.”
“Mooomoookaaa!”
“Gahh!, let go, let go. Not there! Ahahaha Pwahaha Marie! Marihehehee! Pwease not there!”
Marie finally caught up putting a stop to Momoka’s antics, groping and tickling her. Stimulating some of the boys passing by, causing blood to flow through their heads and out their nose. Stopping her onslaught of punishing tickles, Marie took a tight hold of Momoka’s hand.
“Ow Ow Ow! Not too tight please okay, okay I’m sorry I ran away from your sight!”
“Apology accepted, but you ain’t gitting away that easily this time. Uh-huh!”
“Oww.. geez your country hick strength is scary..”
“What’d’you say to me?”
“Nothing, I’m sorry, Mom.”
“You’re always like this, so it’s no wonder I gotta be your other mom. Gosh Momoka, didn’t you notice him high-tailin’ it away from your stalking? You’re causin’ trouble for the other students too. So I had to teach you a good ol’ lesson.”
“Lesson learned, let’s go or else I won’t be able to see h- Make it to class in time.”
“I’m watchin’ you and don’t let go of my hand either.”
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Walking together the rest of the way to school. Marie tried to lead the way, but Momoka wanted to quickly see the boy so they both ended up speed-walking through the crowd towards the school. Wasagui High, a well established public school known for being the biggest school in town, holding over 1,500 students and staff members. Students wore scarves, warm sweaters and mittens cupping their hands to breath warmth to stove off the weather as they walked into the front entrance. Two girls hurriedly passed through.
“Would ya slow your horses, I was trying to walk ahead of you to make sure you don’t go running off in front of me.”
“Well I was trying to se- Make it to class early so I can prepare for the day.”
“Well aren’t you a diligent student, Momoka. You’re starting to make me feel proud, psshf but I’ve known you so long to see through yer crap. It’s to see that boy ain’t it? You should probably cool it, you might scare him off too. Just. Like. Every. Other. Boy. you’ve stalked to this point.”
“Marie, I know you’re looking out for me and I love you for that, but this one.. Is The One, I can feel it in my bones, and.. This time I won’t scare him off.”
“Aren’t you s’pose to feel it in your heart not your bones?”
“You know what I mean, Mom.”
“I’m toying with you, but I’m serious. Last time you stalked a guy, he caught you. While in the boy’s restroom. Honestly, I had to do some major apologizing for you to not get in trouble, he even wanted to just leave as soon as possible when you were with me. What did you even do in there with him??”
“I just wanted to get closer to him.”
“By seeing him do his flower waterin’ business in the public restroom??”
“Don’t sweat the details, besides he wasn’t the one I was really looking for.”
“You’re making me age too fast, might as well call me Grandma by the end of this year.”
Momoka swiftly made her way through the sea of students with Marie in tow. Finally reaching her desk in the far back left side of the room, Marie sat beside her. Momoka scowled at the fact she wasn’t occupying the seat right to her obsession. The boy was busy looking off into the distance through the classroom windows. The entire scene of him looked like a typical cool-headed shonen longing for adventure. She sat in awe, admiring every feature of him illuminated by the sun shining through. Marie unpacked her homework and notebooks and unpacked her friend’s stuff too, slamming it all on her desk bringing Momoka back to reality.
“Gahh! Wha.. Don’t scare me like that, what if he thought I looked weird when I screamed? Wait did he look? Maybe I should do that again to get his attention, Marie do that again.”
“Now you’re just crazy talkin’ the bell rung a few seconds ago, you were to engulfed in your desires to notice.”
“Oh, okay thank you, Mom. What would I ever do without you.”
She gave a smile holding her hands looking as genuine as she could.
“Charming, an’ yer welcome.”
A middle aged woman, with red hair wearing a modest dress hugging her body accentuating her figure, stumbled in the classroom yawning. Dropping down her laptop bag and plopping her notebook on the desk, woke her up a little.
“Goood morning class, the night was young and I ahem.. Went a little overboard last night so forgive my drowsiness.”
The class murmured quietly saying things like, “She went out drinking again?”, “She’s quite the partier for her age”, “Sensei should be more serious, she’s a teacher isn’t she?”
“Now Now class, don’t pry into a women’s personal life. Today we’re gonna review your homework and then start with.. Dun dun duuun! A quiz!”
A thought simultaneously shot through all the student’s mind as the teacher talked about not prying into her personal life.
But don’t you always talk about your private life as an excuse for your constant drowsiness??
Followed by a collective groan at the mention of the surprise quiz.
“Gahh.. Marie I forget to study.. Pwease help..”
“You mean you spent the night stalking him again.”
“Guhh.. I can’t believe you’re so quick to stake me like that, you’re a meanie, Mom.”
“I’m not gonna help you if you give me lip like that.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
Noticing the usual duo’s antics the teacher picked out Momoka first to read her short summary report on her book.
“But Ms. Nanikawa..”
“No, buts. Today we’ll start with you then work our way to the front, come on don’t be shy you won’t grow up to be a refined woman such as I, Momoka.”
Again students came together under a single thought,
But you’re life is nothing close to refined!
Momoka sighed and reluctantly read her book report, it was a simple report on an intermediate level book about photography. Marie heavily sighed, knowing the truth behind her interests in photography. After Marie and a few other students, it was the boy’s turn to read.
“Okay, Takashi-kun your report please.”
“Ms. Nanikawa, forgive me but I have forgotten to write the report.”
“Oh, hmm.. Well then just walk me through one of your recipes maybe one to help with um ahem.. stomachaches?”
“Of course, well you..”
Catching Ms. Nanikawa’s hint he explained a recipe to help with her hangover. Everyone was enamored by him, especially Momoka, except for Marie. Momoka thought to herself.
I’m jealous Sensei got Takashi to teach her one of his recipes, but I’m happy to be here to listen too.. Oh how I wanna taste his meat..
The last bit slipped through her lips in a whisper. Marie heard her whisper, glaring at Momoka communicating her thoughts through her eyes.
That’s NOT what yer s’pose to be saying in class young lady! Aren’t you a vegetarian too!?
Averting her friend’s burning eyes, Momoka was already lost in her fantasies wearing a dumb drooling grin. After everyone read their summary reports, Ms. Nanikawa passed out the quiz papers and sat at her desk. Pulling out her laptop, using it as cover to take a nap while the students struggle over the questions. Takashi accidently broke the lead of his pencil and the girl sitting by him, Shisu, offered him a new pencil. He smiled at her and accepted the pencil. She blushed at the sight of his smile averting her eyes back down at her own paper. A loud snap broke the silence in the class, Ms. Nanikawa unfazed. Marie simply pulled out a new pencil replacing the broken-in-half one in Momoka’s hand afterwards resuming her quiz. Some of the students closer to the two were shocked, but soon returned to finish their papers. Momoka breathed heavily cursing the poor Shisu under her breath, chanting a witch’s spell. The quiz was bizarre to say the least with questions like “How do you spend your nights?”, “Where is your favorite place to go eat at night?”, “Any tips on finding a person that’ll support your nightly habits?”
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Exhaustion steadily fell upon most of the students answering each question, none of them had the spirit to question their teacher as they tend to keep a good grade as long as they put up with her odd teaching methods. Marie, however, was too stubborn to let such things slide. Through her frustration she wrote a well-put together essay for Ms. Nanikawa to read to understand the importance of her being their English Teacher. On a side note, Ms. Nanikawa never really reads her essays giving Marie a 100% with a smiley face. Annoying Marie to no end so she wrote longer and longer essays hoping to teach her teacher a lesson, it was a battle of wits between the two. Momoka, willingly answered each question wearing the same dumb grin on her face, her eyes glued on Takashi.
“How do you spend your night?”; “I would make sure to see The One every moment of my life.”
“Where is your favorite place to go eat at night?”; “I like going to the Garden-Town Restaurant for my vegetarian needs, but I would love to go and eat his meat over dinner at his home every night.”
The second bit was crossed out and scribbled over, a secret wish Momoka wrote hoping it’ll come true.
“Any tips on finding a person that’ll support your nightly habits?”; “Follow the person wherever they go, and learn everything there is to learn about that person, most importantly don’t ever lose sight of them even for a second. Only then they’ll fall for you and support you forever and ever.”
Taking a quick check on her and to Marie’s surprise Momoka’s answers were relatively tame. Half an hour had gone by and the students passed all the papers to Marie. She walked up to the desk slamming the papers down effectively snapping Ms. Nanikawa awake.
“Ms. Nanikawa, I have collected all the papers an’ place mine at the top, please take it upon yourself and read mine thor’ghly, okay? I’ve also taken it upon myself to actually give good tips to yer ahem questions that’ll really help you.”
“Bwah! Wha! Uh.. oh okay, great you’re done.. Shi- can’t believe you all finished in thirty minutes we still have some time for class. Hmm.. thank you, Marie. You’re always a big help, and don’t worry I always read your wonderful essays.”
Both of them were smiling wryly at each other, the atmosphere around them growing a small storm. Marie sat down and their teacher got up stretching, her dress lifted up a little showing a bit more of her legs. The boys burning the entire scene into their wandering minds. Even Takashi, shot a glance at her body, admiring her. The girls, especially Momoka gritted their teeth death glaring at the boys, but sparing Takashi of their glare onslaught.
Unfair that Sensei has such a nice figure, she’s got Takashi looking at her in that way. Ahhhh! I’m so jealous I might just mur-
Before finishing her thought Marie smack the back of Momoka’s head giving her the usual motherly stern eyes communicating her two cents.
Don’t you dare do anything rash young lady, I’m watching you remember.
After stretching the teacher sighed and opened a book.
“Alright class since we still have time, turn to page. 283”
“Wasagi-kun, please start us off”
“Y-yes! Uh well.. The world was entirely new to me, I knew not to believe, but it felt real. So what do I believe?”
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First period ends, the next few periods go more or less the same fashion for class. Takashi opens his lunch box. Laying his eyes on his latest masterpiece, the smile he shone put all the girls in the classroom in a trance. The moment he opened his lunch box, the smell enveloped the room. Catching everyone’s noses by surprise with the smell that can only be described as “Food cooked from the Heavens.”
“H-hey Takashi, may I try some of your lunch? L-look I even prepared something extra for you to try too”
“Y-yeah me too! Here this special beef bento that was made from my mom, she makes really good beef bento!”
“Hey, man I’d give you half my lunch to try even a little of that meal of yours, looks new. Smells so damn good too”
“Takashi-kun, as your Sensei I would kindly ask to try a piece of that delicious meat too.”
Most of the classmates even the teacher used whatever means to get a single taste of his home cooked meals. Takashi simply waved his hand, shooting down all the requests in a single motion. Ignoring the barrage of offers, he ate his food in silence. Everyone else quieted down watching in awe, mouth watering at the sight of him enjoying his meal. Momoka took a long whiff of the air falling into ecstasy, fidgeting and tugging at her skirt under the desk, her breaths were heavy and slight panting could be heard. She was effectively ignored by the entire class, but Marie groaned at her perverted friend.
Haah… Haah.. Takashi’s meat.. Smells soo good.. Soo sinful.. Soo good.. Takashi converting a devout vegetarien.. To become his meat begging whor-
Smack!
“Ow! Marie stop reading my thoughts, have some respect for a woman’s privacy, Mom!”
“Listen here, ya indecent young lady, you ought to correct that brain mouth of yers or I ought to smack yer mind into place too!”
“It’s crazy that I believe your country hick strength can extend to such realms of power, okay.. I’m sorry, Marie”
Lunch ends uneventfully, and the typical high school life continues. By 4 PM, most of the students left the classroom had either gone home or resumed their clubs after school in the upper floors of the building and in the gymnasium. Marie and Momoka usually head home together as they lived as neighbors for most of their lives.
“Mom, can I go tonight? I promise to be safe and I won’t do anything rash… again”
“Ugh.. alright well you were lil’ more behaved than usual, I’m guessing t’night’s special?”
“Yes! I finally found a perfect spot on top his big front lawn tree to see into the home and learn more about him!”
“Would you quiet yer trap, okay, okay. Just make sure not to do more than just observe, turn off flash if you have to take any pictures, and just stay dang quiet and in that spot only, understand?”
“Yes, Mom! I love you, you’re the best. I’m glad I have such a loving friend to look after me. Honestly, why haven’t you found anyone yet? You’re very pretty, smart, and take life seriously. All of which, I wish I had”
“Aw.. well aren’t you charming, and you pretty much answered why. I want to take life seriously, I wanna be able to give back to ma family who helped me this far. I ain’t got time to think about a man.. Ahem yet, but he better be prepared cuz’ I ain’t lettin’ him be no couch loafer”
“I want to sincerely apologize to your future lover and I offer all my prayers to him”
“What’d’you say, Momoka?”
“Eep! Nothing, Mom!”
The mood lively as ever between the two, the night looming in as the street lights lit up the darkness filling the alleyways. A tall figure swiftly strolled through darkness, avoiding being in the spotlights, striding towards the city. Another figure followed a few feet behind like a tail attached to the shadow. Momoka had split from Marie and begin following her crush, Takashi, as quietly as she could. Takashi pondered his thoughts drifting through the busy city sidewalk. After a good ten minutes of walking he came upon a door to an exquisite nightclub. A huge sign, Body Feelin’, flashed in neon blue and red above the door guarding the entrance were two hefty guards. Keeping watch and ready to body slam anyone who causes trouble, like that one spiky grey block that usually hurdles it’s body down hoping to crush a red plumber. He flashed them a card and they stepped aside letting him in. Curious, Momoka watched from a distance.
“Tch. I hate losing sight of him.. But.. were the rumors true? It can’t be... of all my time stalking him I’ve never seen him come here much less this deep into the city... I.. I can’t believe Takashi to be a nightclub playboy who takes home older women.. Grr.. I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
Momoka grinded her teeth, trying to push back the thoughts of The One with other women than her. Time passed and she hasn’t moved an inch from behind a dark corner. Her eyes struggled from hardly blinking making sure to never miss a single second just in case he comes out. Finally, the entrance opens and out comes Takashi, but what Momoka sees with him infuriates her. She beat her clenched fist into the wall and her teeth screeched a little from her grinding them.
That frickin’ man stealin’ not so pretty blonde lookin’ fake personality uppity’ beach!
Despite her insulting description, the woman is beautiful, albeit the woman is middle aged but she dressed provocatively well. Takashi had his arm around her waist and led her down the sidewalk, chatting and laughing together as they quickly headed towards his home. Her black dress and black heels gave the woman a slender yet full fitted figure, it was shocking to those passing by to see a student in a high school uniform with such a lady in his arms. Momoka hated every second watching the two, people avoided her hoping to not invoke her wrath.
Gahh! I hate to admit it, but Takashi probably has interest in older women. I’ve seen the way he looks at Ms. Nanikawa and now he has this slag. She doesn’t deserve his loving embrace! I should wear makeup and clothing to make myself older. Maybe then he’ll take me in his loving arms.
Fifteen minutes has gone by reaching his home. A large brick wall with a metal gate in the middle stood high, Takashi placed a card against a small box embedded in the wall and in a few seconds the gate slowly opened. The two walked inside and into his home while Momoka skillfully snuck through the last second before the gate closed itself. She ran to the towering tree on the left side of the two story home and climbed up like a monkey. Reaching a high enough and thick enough branch, she sat down pulling out binoculars to spy on Takashi and his date.
“She better not make a single move on him or I’ll stalk her and I’ll mur- teach her a good ol’ lesson to stay away from my crush”
She bit her tongue wincing at the thought of Marie. Through a huge window peering into to what it seems to be a dining room, at the end of the table sat the blonde woman. She laughed suggestively laying her hands upon Takashi as he sat next to her talking. Momoka now fuming smoke out her ears, threatening the tree of an upcoming fire. Five minutes into their conversation the women finally leaned in and Takashi followed suit. Kissing and embracing each-other as their night heated up. Her eyes bloodshot peering through the binoculars, she kept a close watch of their faces, especially the woman’s. She recited witches spells and curses of all varieties, hoping to strike judgement upon the thieving hag. The woman’s face was flushed heavily breathing and panting. Momoka waved her binoculars in a stabbing motion pretending to exacting revenge on that woman.
“Gaahhh! Ya fuckin’ bitch! I’m gonna Kill you dead you damned demon, man stealing whore I’m gonna Torture then Murder you!”
Snapping and yelling at the top of her lungs, disregarding any of Marie’s divine judgement raining from above. Even though she hated every second she saw, she couldn’t miss out on what was going on so she quickly looked back at the two lovers. This time the scene was a lot different from what Momoka initially thought she saw. The woman’s face had a look of a deer facing an oncoming car’s headlights. Pale with shock in her eyes looking at Takashi. Confused, Momoka examined the scene noticing at the lower back of the woman a wooden handle protruded out. After a bit of recollection Momoka finally realized what was happening.
Wha.. What!? D-did Takashi just stab her? Is he really killing her? Did I just cast a spell to have him kill her? W-what the hell is going on!?
Questions plague her mind, losing the heat in her body she couldn’t move. Forced to witness the horror unfolding in front of her. Memories locked away slowly resurfaced.
Takashi kissed the women and moments after jamming a large kitchen knife straight into her lower back, there was hardly any resistance as he drove the whole blade into the woman. She gasped for air holding onto Takashi. He looked down on her. Not a lick of remorse watching the life slowly leave her eyes. She tried to fight back but losing blood and in immense pain she only held onto him. In seconds, loosening her grip she slumped into her own pool of blood.
Splat!
Takashi picked the body up disappearing from Momoka’s sight. She couldn’t think let alone take another breath. Emotions ran wild as she kept replaying the scene in slow motion, seeing her crushes’ eyes and smile while killing the poor woman.
H-he.. he looked at her like she wasn’t even human… like she was a slab of meat… like he.. He..
Momoka waited on the tree branch for years. Her eyes peering deeply into the blood pooled on the floor, it slowly sucked her consciousness into the bloody black hole. Takashi, calm as ever, finally came back and sat at the end of the table with a new chair. Stepping on the blood he set down a silver tray with a plate, a spoon, a fork, and a drink on the side. Placing on a bib, he picked up the utensils beginning his dinner. Momoka held onto herself trying her best not to faint.
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What Takashi set down wasn’t the usual wonderful cooking he brought to school. What sat on the plate were two eyeballs, 4 grilled fingers, and a small amount of grinded up flesh with a ball of rice on the side, accompanied by a cup full of fresh blood. Takashi forked the eyeball and before he took his first bite, his gaze met Momoka’s through her binoculars. Unable to avert her eyes, she watched him sink his teeth into the eyeball, slowly taking that first bite. Hearing an audible crunch in her head as he bit into the eye.
Unable to take anymore she climbed down the tree bolting over the wall. Running as far as her legs could take her before kneeling over and vomiting onto the street. Images of Takashi eating his lunches alongside him eating the woman he had just killed flashed through her mind. His eyes and smile burned into her mind. Deep inside she didn’t know what to feel. Having nothing left to hurl she panted on the floor, staring at her own vomit.
He.. He’s gonna kill me next… I know he is, there’s no way he could stare straight at me, he knew I was s-sitting there… he’s gonna make me into his next meal, stab me then cook me j-just like that lady.. I-I’m scared.. B-but then.. Why… why… why do I feel..so… Excited?
Panting heavily, her body warmed up as her train of thoughts delved deeper into an abyss.
He.. looked satisfied.. He looked happy to be killing her… his smile, it was different… different from what I see at school.. it was terrifying.. Dangerous, yet.. It was so.. Attractive. The way he looked when he happily ate that eyeball while I watched… even the way his hungry eyes instilled fear into my body.. Haah… haah… he.. He wants me inside him.. I can make him happy no.. I can make him more than happy! With my body! He.. can have me all of me.. Long as I can make him happy, I don’t care if he.. Kills me, cooks me, then eats my flesh.. Haah.. haah.. Oh.. Takashi.
With her obsession, undying love, and what little grasp of reality she had left, she finally snapped. The moment she watched the insanity unfold, she managed to twist it even further to be the one to make The One happy. Convinced of her delusions she staggered home giggling to herself completely warped by her shattered reality.