Ai talks to her connection to get more supplies for her Id experiment.
Chapter Nine: Ai to Kida-Sensei:
Once upon a time, there was a little girl from the sticks. She was the daughter of a psychiatrist mother. As a result, the little girl developed a love in the study of the mind. Her mother enthusiastically aided in her daughter’s passion.
The little girl carried her interest through high school. Her favorite area of psychology? Child psychology? No. Interpersonal? No. Abnormal? Getting warmer. The girl loved the study of the id. More particularly, what would happen would it took over the mind. That interest grew stronger in college.
January 12th, 2010.
Tuesday night. Kida-sensei sat in Womb, frowning. He never could figure out why these places were so popular. The middle-aged man sneered at Japan’s youth culture of today. Damn Western culture/, he thought. /It ruins everything! Kida-sensei preferred the good old days, thank you.
So why was the college professor in a trendy nightclub? Kida-sensei was meeting someone.
The man looked at his watch. 10pm already. He sighed to himself. She’s late… again/, Kida- sensei thought. /She always does this.
“Hyobe!” a girl’s voice chirped. The professor looked up in the dancing crowd. Ai flounced towards him. She blended in with the trendy atmosphere in her long, bright orange skirt and matching sweater. His lips gave her a little smile.
/Finally/, he thought. The man flagged her down. Ai looked and hurried over to him.
“Hey,” she said. Kida-sensei took a sip of his beer.
“You’re late,” he said. Ai giggled and gave him a little pout.
“Aww come on, sensei,” she said. “Listen up! Don’t be so serious all the time.”
“But I have to,” he said.
“Why?” Ai asked. Kida-sensei smiled to her.
“let me show you,” he answered. The old man patted his lap. The girl smiled and sat down. She nuzzled his neck. Kida-sensei chuckled.
“Okay,” he said. “What is it now?” Ai brushed her eyelashes against his cheek.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Come on now,” he whispered. “You only call me out here when you want something big. Okay, what is it?” Ai nuzzled him on the neck.
“Give me more supplies,” she whispered. The professor eyed her.
“What?” he asked.
“Please?” she pleaded. The man sighed.
“We can’t keep doing this,” he whispered.
“But the experiment was a success!”
“Didn’t you see the news?”
Kida-sensei frowned. “That’s the thing. If you get caught, we all go down.”
“But we won’t.”
“How can you be certain?”
Ai kissed him on the cheek. “Do you believe in me?”
Kida-sensei tried to look away. “Ai-chan…”
“Come on Hyobe-kun,” she whispered as she nuzzled his ear lobe. “Do you believe in me?”
“Ai-chan…” he mumbled. She turned his face to hers. Such deep indigo eyes stabbed him in the heart once more.
“Do you believe in me?” she asked again. His lower lip trembled.
“Yes,” he said, defeated. Ai smiled at him.
“Then give me more supplies,” she whispered. “We won’t get caught. Trust me.” Kida-sensei swallowed as he nodded. Ai leaned in close to his face.
“Good, now will you get in the supplies?” she whispered. Hyobe breathed a low sigh.
“Fine,” he said. Ai’s peach lips curved into a smile.
“Thank you,” she whispered. Then, she kissed him on the lips. “See you tomorrow tonight.” Then, the junior smiled and walked away. Kida-sensei sat there, blinking. There it went again. The man shook his head to himself.
/This has to stop…/, he thought. But for now…
Kida-sensei pulled out his phone and made the call.