He found himself lost with no memory of the location he currently stood in. His vision soon cleared and revealed an orient-styled restaurant with a design of red and black for the decorations. He was not sitting at a table and taking a full clockwise-turn to scan the area, he found himself not recognizing a single individual. There was no one here that he knew… at least it did not seem that there was.
Past the front desk was an outdoor garden. It had a stone pathway which circled a plant-covered pond with a bridge at its centers. Along the walls opposite the pond were trees, some speakers and a few information-signs. The man did not understand still why he was here but perhaps the garden held the answer. So, choosing to ignore the madam standing at the front desk as a means of explanation, he browsed the nature-land.
A Shishi-odoshi stood close to the base of the bridge, with a description of it in both English and Japanese. Had this not been here the man would have assumed this were Chinese, but it seemed not to be the case.
No one was in sight, but then again even in the main restaurant he only saw a maximum of five people. Depending on how late of a night this must have been, it would make sense for a smaller amount of individuals to be eating.
He did not check his watch; that would do nothing. For all he knew this was a completely different world, not just continent, from his previous one. However the time did not matter, only the reason. He stood at the peak of the bridge, and decided to enjoy the beauty of the area before investigating further.
Ten minutes had passed. He would eventually need to leave; he did have responsibilities to attend to. The man began to step down from the bridge, intending to question the lady at the desk, but instead found himself in the presence of a different lady.
Of course he was only able to recognize this woman after she parted from a very unexpected and over-lengthened kiss. Throughout the entire act he could not decide on his reaction. Was he flattered? It would not be the first time this had happened to him, especially considering his rather flirtatious past. He did know that guilt was sinking quickly, and if that set in too far he would not be able to clearly make it through this “conversation”, so he pushed the feeling aside as best he could.
He knew who she was; even with a different dress, and different marks, this was her. He’d not seen this person in… two years? Clearly she still remembered him, and he remembered who she was now.
“You’ve grown.” She noted.
“As have you from what people have told me.”
She almost took a step back. She was not ready to hear something so… casual. Did she want him to scream? Cry? Show a sign of emotion?
“And what have people told you?” She questioned.
“Your position, what you’ve done, who you’ve-“
“Well that’s a lie right there then.” She scoffed, not angry, though rolling her eyes with a turn of the head before turning back to the man. “Does that mean you disapprove?”
“I didn’t know you needed my approval.”
“Mm… true.” She walked past him to the top of the bridge, resting both hands at the edges and leaning forward while analyzing the garden. “I…” She sighed, dropping her head slightly. “I thought this would have gone… differently.”
“You wanted us to… rekindle? For me to join you and for us to become devious lovers for time’s length?”
She smiled, still looking away down towards the pond. “There’s the poetic vocabulary I remember.” She rose up. “Something like that. I was hoping that you might have gotten your own ideas from this…. Why… why aren’t you, surprised? Scared? Smiling even. You hate me now, is that it?”
“No.” He swiftly corrected. “I’m not in a position to hate anyone… h-… how long have you known I was around?”
She sighed, turning backside to the bridge while still resting her arms against it, starring upward in thought. “About… a year.”
“Why wait till now?”
“I had a full schedule.”
“No nerves?”
“Obviously that was implied… I just wanted to see you. Is there something you have a problem with, with that? Am I ugly or repelling now to you?”
“No.”
“Then kiss me;” She walked up to him, “hug me, hold me, be with me, do whatever you want, but tell me that this,” She placed her hand to his cheek. “is still what you want.” She leaned forward, and he leaned back… then she stepped back, and turned away.
He could not say something first. He knew that as soon as words exited his vocals, she would be fumed. He needed to allow the first response to be from the woman. So, she asked…
…”Who?”
“Will you do something to the-“
“So you admit it!” She smirked, glaring eyes furious though a satisfied grin contradicting them. “You won’t tell me, fine; I will guess… I doubt it’s Little Miss Sparta.”
“I barely know Rynk to begin with.”
“It’s not the Reephs girl… then again she is your age.”
“She… no.”
“The comedic approach then?”
“… Comed-… oh. No, not her either.”
“Still sharp on the mind. Good, good…” She turned back to him, approaching him once more. “Is it her?” She was not allowing refusal and forced his lips to her own. When the man saw her, she was not herself now. She had guessed correctly.
Once free, the man’s head whipped to the side. It looked as if he were going to spit out, clean his mouth. He felt dirtied.
“You wouldn’t get that emotional if it weren’t the right guess.” She noted before sighing once more. “… Why do you want to hurt me? I mean…” She chuckled, “I’ve hurt a… REALLY REALLY large amount a’ people…” her tone changed, now more… soft, almost cracked… saddened. “…but not you.”
“I didn’t mean to-“
“Fall in love? ‘Chea! Neither do most people, but ya did it.”
“I was just trying to protect her! I was trying to protect you too! You know what happens if she dies! And does she know what you did to her family? What in thousands of years from now you’ll do to her family?”
“She…I-“
“You see, I know you, and I know that there was never a time you could have hurt me. I had nothing to hold on to. Now I had you and finally you took your opportunity. I deserve it.”
He remained silent.
“I deserve it, don’t I!?”
He cringed. He did not look at her directly. “What are you going to do now?”
“I’m not going to kill her… but you’re a playboy, I’m sure she’ll understand you having two women under your arms. Of course that’s if she’s actually interested in you.”
“She doesn’t… know yet. I don’t want to tell her either.”
“Smart. Well that means there’s still a chance.”
“No, there isn’t.”
“Says you. I can just change you if I want, I can do whatever I want and I w-…”
Now it was his turn to be forceful. “… Say it…. No? You can’t, can you?”
“… I’m going to leave… before that though we ARE going to have a very nice evening.”
He barely resisted against her forcefulness. At the very least he owed her some nice catching up. So… they ate. They talked. He would say something funny, she would laugh. She would talk about something boring or strenuous that happened, he would make a joke about it, and she would laugh again.
However despite all of the enjoyment she had, and he had to admit it was nice also, it was clear this was hard. With each bit of laughter she was on the brink of collapsing into sorrow, and with each bite he took of their meal, he had to give his all not to gag and vomit. They both knew this was not really a casual enjoyable interaction… but they wished it was.
She left soon after, a deep shade of sorrow gleaming around her. He remained and spent hours in the men’s restroom. Even after choosing a life of moral-goodness… he was still hurting people.
Past the front desk was an outdoor garden. It had a stone pathway which circled a plant-covered pond with a bridge at its centers. Along the walls opposite the pond were trees, some speakers and a few information-signs. The man did not understand still why he was here but perhaps the garden held the answer. So, choosing to ignore the madam standing at the front desk as a means of explanation, he browsed the nature-land.
A Shishi-odoshi stood close to the base of the bridge, with a description of it in both English and Japanese. Had this not been here the man would have assumed this were Chinese, but it seemed not to be the case.
No one was in sight, but then again even in the main restaurant he only saw a maximum of five people. Depending on how late of a night this must have been, it would make sense for a smaller amount of individuals to be eating.
He did not check his watch; that would do nothing. For all he knew this was a completely different world, not just continent, from his previous one. However the time did not matter, only the reason. He stood at the peak of the bridge, and decided to enjoy the beauty of the area before investigating further.
Ten minutes had passed. He would eventually need to leave; he did have responsibilities to attend to. The man began to step down from the bridge, intending to question the lady at the desk, but instead found himself in the presence of a different lady.
Of course he was only able to recognize this woman after she parted from a very unexpected and over-lengthened kiss. Throughout the entire act he could not decide on his reaction. Was he flattered? It would not be the first time this had happened to him, especially considering his rather flirtatious past. He did know that guilt was sinking quickly, and if that set in too far he would not be able to clearly make it through this “conversation”, so he pushed the feeling aside as best he could.
He knew who she was; even with a different dress, and different marks, this was her. He’d not seen this person in… two years? Clearly she still remembered him, and he remembered who she was now.
“You’ve grown.” She noted.
“As have you from what people have told me.”
She almost took a step back. She was not ready to hear something so… casual. Did she want him to scream? Cry? Show a sign of emotion?
“And what have people told you?” She questioned.
“Your position, what you’ve done, who you’ve-“
“Well that’s a lie right there then.” She scoffed, not angry, though rolling her eyes with a turn of the head before turning back to the man. “Does that mean you disapprove?”
“I didn’t know you needed my approval.”
“Mm… true.” She walked past him to the top of the bridge, resting both hands at the edges and leaning forward while analyzing the garden. “I…” She sighed, dropping her head slightly. “I thought this would have gone… differently.”
“You wanted us to… rekindle? For me to join you and for us to become devious lovers for time’s length?”
She smiled, still looking away down towards the pond. “There’s the poetic vocabulary I remember.” She rose up. “Something like that. I was hoping that you might have gotten your own ideas from this…. Why… why aren’t you, surprised? Scared? Smiling even. You hate me now, is that it?”
“No.” He swiftly corrected. “I’m not in a position to hate anyone… h-… how long have you known I was around?”
She sighed, turning backside to the bridge while still resting her arms against it, starring upward in thought. “About… a year.”
“Why wait till now?”
“I had a full schedule.”
“No nerves?”
“Obviously that was implied… I just wanted to see you. Is there something you have a problem with, with that? Am I ugly or repelling now to you?”
“No.”
“Then kiss me;” She walked up to him, “hug me, hold me, be with me, do whatever you want, but tell me that this,” She placed her hand to his cheek. “is still what you want.” She leaned forward, and he leaned back… then she stepped back, and turned away.
He could not say something first. He knew that as soon as words exited his vocals, she would be fumed. He needed to allow the first response to be from the woman. So, she asked…
…”Who?”
“Will you do something to the-“
“So you admit it!” She smirked, glaring eyes furious though a satisfied grin contradicting them. “You won’t tell me, fine; I will guess… I doubt it’s Little Miss Sparta.”
“I barely know Rynk to begin with.”
“It’s not the Reephs girl… then again she is your age.”
“She… no.”
“The comedic approach then?”
“… Comed-… oh. No, not her either.”
“Still sharp on the mind. Good, good…” She turned back to him, approaching him once more. “Is it her?” She was not allowing refusal and forced his lips to her own. When the man saw her, she was not herself now. She had guessed correctly.
Once free, the man’s head whipped to the side. It looked as if he were going to spit out, clean his mouth. He felt dirtied.
“You wouldn’t get that emotional if it weren’t the right guess.” She noted before sighing once more. “… Why do you want to hurt me? I mean…” She chuckled, “I’ve hurt a… REALLY REALLY large amount a’ people…” her tone changed, now more… soft, almost cracked… saddened. “…but not you.”
“I didn’t mean to-“
“Fall in love? ‘Chea! Neither do most people, but ya did it.”
“I was just trying to protect her! I was trying to protect you too! You know what happens if she dies! And does she know what you did to her family? What in thousands of years from now you’ll do to her family?”
“She…I-“
“You see, I know you, and I know that there was never a time you could have hurt me. I had nothing to hold on to. Now I had you and finally you took your opportunity. I deserve it.”
He remained silent.
“I deserve it, don’t I!?”
He cringed. He did not look at her directly. “What are you going to do now?”
“I’m not going to kill her… but you’re a playboy, I’m sure she’ll understand you having two women under your arms. Of course that’s if she’s actually interested in you.”
“She doesn’t… know yet. I don’t want to tell her either.”
“Smart. Well that means there’s still a chance.”
“No, there isn’t.”
“Says you. I can just change you if I want, I can do whatever I want and I w-…”
Now it was his turn to be forceful. “… Say it…. No? You can’t, can you?”
“… I’m going to leave… before that though we ARE going to have a very nice evening.”
He barely resisted against her forcefulness. At the very least he owed her some nice catching up. So… they ate. They talked. He would say something funny, she would laugh. She would talk about something boring or strenuous that happened, he would make a joke about it, and she would laugh again.
However despite all of the enjoyment she had, and he had to admit it was nice also, it was clear this was hard. With each bit of laughter she was on the brink of collapsing into sorrow, and with each bite he took of their meal, he had to give his all not to gag and vomit. They both knew this was not really a casual enjoyable interaction… but they wished it was.
She left soon after, a deep shade of sorrow gleaming around her. He remained and spent hours in the men’s restroom. Even after choosing a life of moral-goodness… he was still hurting people.