Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Edenic ❯ Strains ( Chapter 17 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Chapter Seventeen: Strains:
-Shibuya-
Aki smiled as she looked out the window of the internet café.
Her plan took shape. Jotaro didn't fully trust herm but he was
desperate. That boy didn't want to die. But alas, that would be his
fate. Why not put it to good use?
She rang up for more juice. Something about the taste made her
mouth water. Haruka drank sake and old alcohol from her youth. Aki
never liked alcohol. Too bitter and it burned her mouth. No, she
liked lighter and sweeter drinks. Just like her new freedom.
Freedom.
Such a concept chilled her. She and Haruka had been together since
birth. Same with the others in this curse bloodline. Now, she was
only one of a few left.
“Heh,” Aki said to herself. Who would die first? The
kitsune laughed to herself. Has it always been like this? Since
when? It's almost so sad.
Almost.
She didn't have to do much with this plan. Jotaro would be the one
to find what she needed. The kitsune left him something. They
should have found it by now. Aki looked at the time on the
computer. Still afternoon, huh? Haruka didn't know that she was out
here. How long would that last? Aki looked up at the ceiling.
“This kind of scares me,” she muttered to herself. In
truth, she knew the end was coming fast. Neither side wanted to
fold. But, they knew that this could go on forever. Haruka already
started taking action by herself.
“What do you know?” she asked. “Looks like the
connection is not really broken.” She put her hands behind
her head. Aki glanced behind her.
“Oh,” she said. “So you managed to find me.
Heh.” She turned to face the intruder.
“The question is, what will you do now?” the kitsune
asked. She gave them a curious look.
“Oh? So that's why you're here,” Aki said. “I'm
afraid I can't let you do that. Why? Oh, he's now part of me.
Sorry, that's how it is. Hm? Ho!” Her lips curved into a
wicked smile.
“Well now,” Aki said. “That sounds tempting. But,
no. I will can't let you. Not yet, at least. When? I will let you
know. You shall see.” She turned back to the window. It
looked like she found another answer to her grand plan.