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Chapter III
1 reviewMeet Moroi Kagyuu and Korosu, two crazy kids just waiting for the Boogiepop to take them away. A Prequel to Story's End
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DISCLAIMER: Boogiepop Phantom does not belong to me. Nor does The Maxx. Korosu
and Moroi however, do. This chapter has some icky stuff implied in it. Enjoy!
THEORETICALLY SPEAKING
Chapter III
September 20th
"Now surrender, hopping boy!" Korosu snarled amid Moroi's giggles.
Her arm was outstretched and being diligently wrapped with bandages by a nurse.
"Or this charming young chippy is added to my score. And then, the Maxx
SLAMS his claw down on the woman's head with a crunch! and the villain goes..."
The suddenly enthusiastic boy's dropped, eyes widening like those of a sad puppy.
"You killed my hostage."
"Oh, no!" Chirped out the girl, listening diligently as Korosu regaled
her with this odd tale of superheros and rabbits.
"You.../killed/ my hostage...?" Hissed out the young man venomously.
He then exploded in in a vocal miasma of rage, thrusting a finger at Moroi's
brow. "YOU KILLED MY HOSTAGE! BANG!!! And then Maxx falls
to the ground with an 'ouch'."
"Oh, what a great story!" Moroi smiled out, finally able to take
her hand back from the nurse. "You're a genius Mr. Ringu!"
Korosu paused at the odd terminology Moroi chose- Mr. Ringu. "Call me
Korosu." He supplied, voice dropping an octave and head lowering so that
his bangs might hide his dark eyes.
"Your parents named you 'murder'?"
"...I named myself that."
Moroi's brow knotted in confusion, before she shrugged and accepted this explanation."How'd
you come up with your story?"
Korosu sighed, before offering a begrudging smirk. "I didn't make it up.
It's a north American comic book my cousin sends me. I'll tell you more of it
later."
Moroi nodded. "I want to write stories. I got lots in my head...er.."
Again her brow furrowed. "I have a lot. Writers need
to know how to talk right, right?"
Korosu grunted in agreement. "You'll be able to. You've a lot of...life
experience." The young man waved a hand generally at the medical office,
before rising from his chair. Moroi slipped off the paper covered bed, feet
making a soft noise on the cold tile floor. The pair then existed the medical
facility together.
"I...have to confess something." Korosu piped up, those black eyes
looking down at the girl. Moroi lofted her head and quizzically looked up at
her new friend and story teller.
"I put the snails in Noru's lunch." Korosu admitted, shoving his
hands deep into his hospital pants pockets.
Moroi offered a knowing grin. "I know that you did." She answered,
looking down at her swollen and bandaged hand. It was about twice the size as
normal, and a rather unhealthy purple shade. Moroi bent the fingers slightly,
a sight which made Korosu wince.
September 22nd.
-Perfectual Hospital.
It was chilly outside, but Korosu and Moroi were sitting snuggly out in the
gardens, watching the late September frost coil around dying flowers and nip
at the leaves. Korosu's arms were wrapped tightly around himself, and he was
nervously rocking back and forth. Moroi noticed that he made the bench squeak
with each rock backwards.
Moroi wanted to reach out to the disturbed young man, but that would perhaps
make things worse. The small young lady was cold inside from guilt. She should
not have asked. And this time, she could not blame it on her insanity.
"Delusions...Acute paranoia." Korosu managed to mutter through clenched
teeth. "That's what they call it. I'm paranoid and have...a persecution
complex. And I'm violent. But I'm not crazy! They just...don't believe me."
"What don't they believe?"
Korosu's rocking had picked up in pace and fervor. He clearly did not like
this line of questioning.
"I just want to go away! I want...I want to be able to make them /see/!
See that I'm right and telling the truth! I wanna be able to-...to-...shit..I
want...! I wanna kill 'em Moroi. I want. To. kill him."
"Him?" Moroi's bright, honey coloured eyes looked questioningly at
the young man.
And then Korosu did something unexpected. He slowly slipped down onto his side,
curling up on the bench, fists and temple buried in Moroi's soft lap.
"H-...I don't talk to the nurses here. I don't talk to the doctors. I
tried that, but they never listened; so I stopped talking about it. But the
nightmares didn't want to go away. he didn't want to go away."
10 years ago
-Ringu household.
The door clicked open, letting light funnel into the dark room with no apology.
A small boy turned away from the door, groaning at the suddenly obtrusive light.
"Keru?" The man whispered, closing the door behind him. The click
of the lock latching did not disturb the boy's rest. "I've come to tuck
you in."
The child groaned again. All he wanted was sleep.
"You start kindergarden tomorrow, Keru. You're a big boy. I guess I don't
need to tuck you in anymore." He gently patted the small boy on the rear.
"S'not true papa," The boy turned to face his father, eyes bleary
with sleep. His voice too, was slurred with half awareness."You can still
tuck me in."
Mr. Ringu smiled down at his son. "Such a big boy. I know it's late but
do you want to play a game?"
"A game?" The boy blinked up at his father. "Ok."
At the consent, Mr. Ringu peeled back the blanket from his son's small body.
"We're going to have lots of fun." Whispered the man in a hushed tone
which was, somehow foreboding to the small child.
September 22nd
-Perfectual Hospital.
Moroi's teeth clenched in a sick anger, vision giving way to tears of sympathy
and rage as she carefully stroked at her friend's hair. "...Koro..."
But she could not say anything, a sympathetic apology would not help anything.
He snuggled his face deeper against her warm lap, suddenly craving the warmth,
the protective softness, the perceived safety.
"Korosu...If I had the power...I'd give all my power to you...so you could
be safe...and not have anymore nightmares."
"...I just want it all to go away." He moaned into her thighs, fingers
clutching at her outer thighs, and pantlegs.
"...Let me tell you a story," Moroi offered, her good hand still
stroking at Korosu's long hair. "To help you forget." She lay her
eyes on his curled up, helpless position, fingers weaving through her dark spikes
of his hair.
"Once upon a time...There was the Boogiepop." Untitled Document DISCLAIMER: Boogiepop Phantom does not belong to me. Nor does The Maxx. Korosu and Moroi however, do. This chapter has some icky stuff implied in it. Enjoy!
THEORETICALLY SPEAKING
Chapter III September 20th
"Now surrender, hopping boy!" Korosu snarled amid Moroi's giggles. Her arm was outstretched and being diligently wrapped with bandages by a nurse. "Or this charming young chippy is added to my score. And then, the Maxx SLAMS his claw down on the woman's head with a crunch! and the villain goes..." The suddenly enthusiastic boy's dropped, eyes widening like those of a sad puppy. "You killed my hostage."
"Oh, no!" Chirped out the girl, listening diligently as Korosu regaled her with this odd tale of superheros and rabbits.
"You.../killed/ my hostage...?" Hissed out the young man venomously. He then exploded in in a vocal miasma of rage, thrusting a finger at Moroi's brow. "YOU KILLED MY HOSTAGE! BANG!!! And then Maxx falls to the ground with an 'ouch'."
"Oh, what a great story!" Moroi smiled out, finally able to take her hand back from the nurse. "You're a genius Mr. Ringu!"
Korosu paused at the odd terminology Moroi chose- Mr. Ringu. "Call me Korosu." He supplied, voice dropping an octave and head lowering so that his bangs might hide his dark eyes.
"Your parents named you 'murder'?"
"...I named myself that."
Moroi's brow knotted in confusion, before she shrugged and accepted this explanation."How'd you come up with your story?"
Korosu sighed, before offering a begrudging smirk. "I didn't make it up. It's a north American comic book my cousin sends me. I'll tell you more of it later."
Moroi nodded. "I want to write stories. I got lots in my head...er.." Again her brow furrowed. "I have a lot. Writers need to know how to talk right, right?"
Korosu grunted in agreement. "You'll be able to. You've a lot of...life experience." The young man waved a hand generally at the medical office, before rising from his chair. Moroi slipped off the paper covered bed, feet making a soft noise on the cold tile floor. The pair then existed the medical facility together.
"I...have to confess something." Korosu piped up, those black eyes looking down at the girl. Moroi lofted her head and quizzically looked up at her new friend and story teller.
"I put the snails in Noru's lunch." Korosu admitted, shoving his hands deep into his hospital pants pockets.
Moroi offered a knowing grin. "I know that you did." She answered, looking down at her swollen and bandaged hand. It was about twice the size as normal, and a rather unhealthy purple shade. Moroi bent the fingers slightly, a sight which made Korosu wince.
September 22nd.
-Perfectual Hospital.
It was chilly outside, but Korosu and Moroi were sitting snuggly out in the gardens, watching the late September frost coil around dying flowers and nip at the leaves. Korosu's arms were wrapped tightly around himself, and he was nervously rocking back and forth. Moroi noticed that he made the bench squeak with each rock backwards.
Moroi wanted to reach out to the disturbed young man, but that would perhaps make things worse. The small young lady was cold inside from guilt. She should not have asked. And this time, she could not blame it on her insanity.
"Delusions...Acute paranoia." Korosu managed to mutter through clenched teeth. "That's what they call it. I'm paranoid and have...a persecution complex. And I'm violent. But I'm not crazy! They just...don't believe me."
"What don't they believe?"
Korosu's rocking had picked up in pace and fervor. He clearly did not like this line of questioning.
"I just want to go away! I want...I want to be able to make them see/! See that I'm right and telling the truth! I wanna be able to-...to-...shit..I want...! I wanna kill 'em Moroi. I want. To. /kill him."
"Him?" Moroi's bright, honey coloured eyes looked questioningly at the young man.
And then Korosu did something unexpected. He slowly slipped down onto his side, curling up on the bench, fists and temple buried in Moroi's soft lap.
"H-...I don't talk to the nurses here. I don't talk to the doctors. I tried that, but they never listened; so I stopped talking about it. But the nightmares didn't want to go away. he didn't want to go away."
10 years ago
-Ringu household.
The door clicked open, letting light funnel into the dark room with no apology. A small boy turned away from the door, groaning at the suddenly obtrusive light.
"Keru?" The man whispered, closing the door behind him. The click of the lock latching did not disturb the boy's rest. "I've come to tuck you in."
The child groaned again. All he wanted was sleep.
"You start kindergarden tomorrow, Keru. You're a big boy. I guess I don't need to tuck you in anymore." He gently patted the small boy on the rear.
"S'not true papa," The boy turned to face his father, eyes bleary with sleep. His voice too, was slurred with half awareness."You can still tuck me in."
Mr. Ringu smiled down at his son. "Such a big boy. I know it's late but do you want to play a game?"
"A game?" The boy blinked up at his father. "Ok."
At the consent, Mr. Ringu peeled back the blanket from his son's small body. "We're going to have lots of fun." Whispered the man in a hushed tone which was, somehow foreboding to the small child.
September 22nd
-Perfectual Hospital.
Moroi's teeth clenched in a sick anger, vision giving way to tears of sympathy and rage as she carefully stroked at her friend's hair. "...Koro..." But she could not say anything, a sympathetic apology would not help anything. He snuggled his face deeper against her warm lap, suddenly craving the warmth, the protective softness, the perceived safety.
"Korosu...If I had the power...I'd give all my power to you...so you could be safe...and not have anymore nightmares."
"...I just want it all to go away." He moaned into her thighs, fingers clutching at her outer thighs, and pantlegs.
"...Let me tell you a story," Moroi offered, her good hand still stroking at Korosu's long hair. "To help you forget." She lay her eyes on his curled up, helpless position, fingers weaving through her dark spikes of his hair.
"Once upon a time...There was the Boogiepop."
and Moroi however, do. This chapter has some icky stuff implied in it. Enjoy!
THEORETICALLY SPEAKING
Chapter III
September 20th
"Now surrender, hopping boy!" Korosu snarled amid Moroi's giggles.
Her arm was outstretched and being diligently wrapped with bandages by a nurse.
"Or this charming young chippy is added to my score. And then, the Maxx
SLAMS his claw down on the woman's head with a crunch! and the villain goes..."
The suddenly enthusiastic boy's dropped, eyes widening like those of a sad puppy.
"You killed my hostage."
"Oh, no!" Chirped out the girl, listening diligently as Korosu regaled
her with this odd tale of superheros and rabbits.
"You.../killed/ my hostage...?" Hissed out the young man venomously.
He then exploded in in a vocal miasma of rage, thrusting a finger at Moroi's
brow. "YOU KILLED MY HOSTAGE! BANG!!! And then Maxx falls
to the ground with an 'ouch'."
"Oh, what a great story!" Moroi smiled out, finally able to take
her hand back from the nurse. "You're a genius Mr. Ringu!"
Korosu paused at the odd terminology Moroi chose- Mr. Ringu. "Call me
Korosu." He supplied, voice dropping an octave and head lowering so that
his bangs might hide his dark eyes.
"Your parents named you 'murder'?"
"...I named myself that."
Moroi's brow knotted in confusion, before she shrugged and accepted this explanation."How'd
you come up with your story?"
Korosu sighed, before offering a begrudging smirk. "I didn't make it up.
It's a north American comic book my cousin sends me. I'll tell you more of it
later."
Moroi nodded. "I want to write stories. I got lots in my head...er.."
Again her brow furrowed. "I have a lot. Writers need
to know how to talk right, right?"
Korosu grunted in agreement. "You'll be able to. You've a lot of...life
experience." The young man waved a hand generally at the medical office,
before rising from his chair. Moroi slipped off the paper covered bed, feet
making a soft noise on the cold tile floor. The pair then existed the medical
facility together.
"I...have to confess something." Korosu piped up, those black eyes
looking down at the girl. Moroi lofted her head and quizzically looked up at
her new friend and story teller.
"I put the snails in Noru's lunch." Korosu admitted, shoving his
hands deep into his hospital pants pockets.
Moroi offered a knowing grin. "I know that you did." She answered,
looking down at her swollen and bandaged hand. It was about twice the size as
normal, and a rather unhealthy purple shade. Moroi bent the fingers slightly,
a sight which made Korosu wince.
September 22nd.
-Perfectual Hospital.
It was chilly outside, but Korosu and Moroi were sitting snuggly out in the
gardens, watching the late September frost coil around dying flowers and nip
at the leaves. Korosu's arms were wrapped tightly around himself, and he was
nervously rocking back and forth. Moroi noticed that he made the bench squeak
with each rock backwards.
Moroi wanted to reach out to the disturbed young man, but that would perhaps
make things worse. The small young lady was cold inside from guilt. She should
not have asked. And this time, she could not blame it on her insanity.
"Delusions...Acute paranoia." Korosu managed to mutter through clenched
teeth. "That's what they call it. I'm paranoid and have...a persecution
complex. And I'm violent. But I'm not crazy! They just...don't believe me."
"What don't they believe?"
Korosu's rocking had picked up in pace and fervor. He clearly did not like
this line of questioning.
"I just want to go away! I want...I want to be able to make them /see/!
See that I'm right and telling the truth! I wanna be able to-...to-...shit..I
want...! I wanna kill 'em Moroi. I want. To. kill him."
"Him?" Moroi's bright, honey coloured eyes looked questioningly at
the young man.
And then Korosu did something unexpected. He slowly slipped down onto his side,
curling up on the bench, fists and temple buried in Moroi's soft lap.
"H-...I don't talk to the nurses here. I don't talk to the doctors. I
tried that, but they never listened; so I stopped talking about it. But the
nightmares didn't want to go away. he didn't want to go away."
10 years ago
-Ringu household.
The door clicked open, letting light funnel into the dark room with no apology.
A small boy turned away from the door, groaning at the suddenly obtrusive light.
"Keru?" The man whispered, closing the door behind him. The click
of the lock latching did not disturb the boy's rest. "I've come to tuck
you in."
The child groaned again. All he wanted was sleep.
"You start kindergarden tomorrow, Keru. You're a big boy. I guess I don't
need to tuck you in anymore." He gently patted the small boy on the rear.
"S'not true papa," The boy turned to face his father, eyes bleary
with sleep. His voice too, was slurred with half awareness."You can still
tuck me in."
Mr. Ringu smiled down at his son. "Such a big boy. I know it's late but
do you want to play a game?"
"A game?" The boy blinked up at his father. "Ok."
At the consent, Mr. Ringu peeled back the blanket from his son's small body.
"We're going to have lots of fun." Whispered the man in a hushed tone
which was, somehow foreboding to the small child.
September 22nd
-Perfectual Hospital.
Moroi's teeth clenched in a sick anger, vision giving way to tears of sympathy
and rage as she carefully stroked at her friend's hair. "...Koro..."
But she could not say anything, a sympathetic apology would not help anything.
He snuggled his face deeper against her warm lap, suddenly craving the warmth,
the protective softness, the perceived safety.
"Korosu...If I had the power...I'd give all my power to you...so you could
be safe...and not have anymore nightmares."
"...I just want it all to go away." He moaned into her thighs, fingers
clutching at her outer thighs, and pantlegs.
"...Let me tell you a story," Moroi offered, her good hand still
stroking at Korosu's long hair. "To help you forget." She lay her
eyes on his curled up, helpless position, fingers weaving through her dark spikes
of his hair.
"Once upon a time...There was the Boogiepop." Untitled Document DISCLAIMER: Boogiepop Phantom does not belong to me. Nor does The Maxx. Korosu and Moroi however, do. This chapter has some icky stuff implied in it. Enjoy!
THEORETICALLY SPEAKING
Chapter III September 20th
"Now surrender, hopping boy!" Korosu snarled amid Moroi's giggles. Her arm was outstretched and being diligently wrapped with bandages by a nurse. "Or this charming young chippy is added to my score. And then, the Maxx SLAMS his claw down on the woman's head with a crunch! and the villain goes..." The suddenly enthusiastic boy's dropped, eyes widening like those of a sad puppy. "You killed my hostage."
"Oh, no!" Chirped out the girl, listening diligently as Korosu regaled her with this odd tale of superheros and rabbits.
"You.../killed/ my hostage...?" Hissed out the young man venomously. He then exploded in in a vocal miasma of rage, thrusting a finger at Moroi's brow. "YOU KILLED MY HOSTAGE! BANG!!! And then Maxx falls to the ground with an 'ouch'."
"Oh, what a great story!" Moroi smiled out, finally able to take her hand back from the nurse. "You're a genius Mr. Ringu!"
Korosu paused at the odd terminology Moroi chose- Mr. Ringu. "Call me Korosu." He supplied, voice dropping an octave and head lowering so that his bangs might hide his dark eyes.
"Your parents named you 'murder'?"
"...I named myself that."
Moroi's brow knotted in confusion, before she shrugged and accepted this explanation."How'd you come up with your story?"
Korosu sighed, before offering a begrudging smirk. "I didn't make it up. It's a north American comic book my cousin sends me. I'll tell you more of it later."
Moroi nodded. "I want to write stories. I got lots in my head...er.." Again her brow furrowed. "I have a lot. Writers need to know how to talk right, right?"
Korosu grunted in agreement. "You'll be able to. You've a lot of...life experience." The young man waved a hand generally at the medical office, before rising from his chair. Moroi slipped off the paper covered bed, feet making a soft noise on the cold tile floor. The pair then existed the medical facility together.
"I...have to confess something." Korosu piped up, those black eyes looking down at the girl. Moroi lofted her head and quizzically looked up at her new friend and story teller.
"I put the snails in Noru's lunch." Korosu admitted, shoving his hands deep into his hospital pants pockets.
Moroi offered a knowing grin. "I know that you did." She answered, looking down at her swollen and bandaged hand. It was about twice the size as normal, and a rather unhealthy purple shade. Moroi bent the fingers slightly, a sight which made Korosu wince.
September 22nd.
-Perfectual Hospital.
It was chilly outside, but Korosu and Moroi were sitting snuggly out in the gardens, watching the late September frost coil around dying flowers and nip at the leaves. Korosu's arms were wrapped tightly around himself, and he was nervously rocking back and forth. Moroi noticed that he made the bench squeak with each rock backwards.
Moroi wanted to reach out to the disturbed young man, but that would perhaps make things worse. The small young lady was cold inside from guilt. She should not have asked. And this time, she could not blame it on her insanity.
"Delusions...Acute paranoia." Korosu managed to mutter through clenched teeth. "That's what they call it. I'm paranoid and have...a persecution complex. And I'm violent. But I'm not crazy! They just...don't believe me."
"What don't they believe?"
Korosu's rocking had picked up in pace and fervor. He clearly did not like this line of questioning.
"I just want to go away! I want...I want to be able to make them see/! See that I'm right and telling the truth! I wanna be able to-...to-...shit..I want...! I wanna kill 'em Moroi. I want. To. /kill him."
"Him?" Moroi's bright, honey coloured eyes looked questioningly at the young man.
And then Korosu did something unexpected. He slowly slipped down onto his side, curling up on the bench, fists and temple buried in Moroi's soft lap.
"H-...I don't talk to the nurses here. I don't talk to the doctors. I tried that, but they never listened; so I stopped talking about it. But the nightmares didn't want to go away. he didn't want to go away."
10 years ago
-Ringu household.
The door clicked open, letting light funnel into the dark room with no apology. A small boy turned away from the door, groaning at the suddenly obtrusive light.
"Keru?" The man whispered, closing the door behind him. The click of the lock latching did not disturb the boy's rest. "I've come to tuck you in."
The child groaned again. All he wanted was sleep.
"You start kindergarden tomorrow, Keru. You're a big boy. I guess I don't need to tuck you in anymore." He gently patted the small boy on the rear.
"S'not true papa," The boy turned to face his father, eyes bleary with sleep. His voice too, was slurred with half awareness."You can still tuck me in."
Mr. Ringu smiled down at his son. "Such a big boy. I know it's late but do you want to play a game?"
"A game?" The boy blinked up at his father. "Ok."
At the consent, Mr. Ringu peeled back the blanket from his son's small body. "We're going to have lots of fun." Whispered the man in a hushed tone which was, somehow foreboding to the small child.
September 22nd
-Perfectual Hospital.
Moroi's teeth clenched in a sick anger, vision giving way to tears of sympathy and rage as she carefully stroked at her friend's hair. "...Koro..." But she could not say anything, a sympathetic apology would not help anything. He snuggled his face deeper against her warm lap, suddenly craving the warmth, the protective softness, the perceived safety.
"Korosu...If I had the power...I'd give all my power to you...so you could be safe...and not have anymore nightmares."
"...I just want it all to go away." He moaned into her thighs, fingers clutching at her outer thighs, and pantlegs.
"...Let me tell you a story," Moroi offered, her good hand still stroking at Korosu's long hair. "To help you forget." She lay her eyes on his curled up, helpless position, fingers weaving through her dark spikes of his hair.
"Once upon a time...There was the Boogiepop."
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