Month: September 2016

You’re Not Sick

“Achoooo! Well, it looks like you need to say home and take care of me!”

Samantha lays in bed, buried deep underneath the blanket. She has the blanket pulled all the way up to her face, showing only half of her face. Strangely enough, seeing her like this makes me realize how big her forehead is; I could probably use it as a mirror if it was able to be waxed and shined.

I just told her about how I have a big meeting late in the afternoon tomorrow, which means I’ll most likely have to spend some extra time at the office. Every once in a while, my superiors like to invite me to their monthly briefings as an outside opinion on certain topics, so honestly, I can’t exactly say no since it’s my bosses. But it does make the paycheck look nice when it comes around to the pay period ending.

And every time I tell Sam that I need to say a bit later than normal, she always puts up a fuss. Last time, she said I was abandoning her like a mother bird pushing their young out the nest to make them fly. I swear, she’s so dramatic on purpose just to get her way. But it’s cute when she gets all childish, so I deal with it.

Looking at her hiding in the bed, I cross my arms and instinctively begin tapping my foot on the floor, giving her a stern look, “So, you’d rather have me miss an entire day of work just so you don’t have to spend an extra hour by yourself?”

Sam quickly nods her head and get more comfortable under the blanket, “Yup– Wait! I mean, n-no!” Quickly pulling back her statement, she lets out an obvious fake sneeze and rubs her nose, “I’m sick!”

She’s playing that card, huh?

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, getting ready for the onslaught of stupid acting that’s about to happen. She’s going for the “I’m sick” facade. This never ends on a good note.

Confused by what I’m doing, Samantha asks me, “What are you doing?”

I simply shake my head and open my eyes, “Nothing. Just taking a breather. Okay, so why are you sick? Feeling warm or somethin’?”

Without a moment to waste, Samantha shakes her head and pats her forehead, “I think I have a fever.”

I decide to play along, “Well, thinking isn’t a definite answer. Let me come check.”

I get on the bed and crawl from the foot of it all the way to where Samantha’s resting her head. I lean in a bit and press my forehead on hers, making it easy for me to tell whether or not she really has one or not.

She rolls her eyes up at me and blurts out, “If you’re trying to kiss me, my mouth isn’t on my forehead.”

I playfully pluck her on the nose as I back away from checking her forehead, “I don’t kiss a sick person. And you don’t feel hot, so you must not have a fever.”

Samantha rubs the tip of her nose, where I plucked, and tries to give another excuse, “I-It’s my stomach. I think I ate something bad.”

“Well, the last few things we ate were made by you and I’m feeling fine. Are you saying your cooking is bad?”

After that remark, Samantha quickly shoots up from laying down to defend her skills as a home chef and yells, “Hell no! My food is top tier; even master chefs would beg for my cooking recipes!”

Well, if she reacted like that, then she’s obviously fine. I’ll give her one last chance to see if she’ll come clean.

I’m assuming she remembered that she’s suppose to be sick, so Samantha quickly lays back down and hides herself under the blanket, giving an attempted at a fake cough, “I have a sore throat.”

I push off of the bed back onto my feet and just stand at her bedside looking at her, “Then make some hot tea with lemon and honey.”

Whimpering and kicking her feet, Samantha tries to plea for an alternative, “But I want you to make it! Your tea is better than mine!”

“It’s just dropping a tea packet in a cup of hot water!”

“But I know that when you make it, it’s made with love and honey…”

Somehow, I can feel my face just swell red with a blush of embarrassment from her sappy lines. I cross my arms and look away, trying to avoid making eye contact, “S-Shut up!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Samantha giggling and sticking her tongue out a bit with a simple wink. I finally push forward and decide this needs to end, “You’re not sick, so just drop it.”

Samantha quick gets on her knees and wraps herself in the blanket like a cloak, biting on it a bit to show her frustration, “But I’m lovesick!”

I let out an exasperated sigh and shake my head, “You’re acting like I’m not coming back. You’re not sick, I’m going to that meeting, and you’ll be fine. Okay?”

Samantha crosses her arms and lets out a huff, puffing up her cheeks afterward, “Fine. But can I ask something?”

“What?”

“Since I’m not sick, can you give me a kiss?”

“No.”

Ending it on that note, I slowly turn around and head out of our bedroom. As I’m leaving, I can hear Samantha whimpering and whining about not getting a kiss. I shake my head and a small smile comes on my face, “Such a spoiled brat.”

via Daily Prompt: Facade Facade

Crawling in the Attic

Being able to relax after a long day at work is one of the best things in the world. Dealing with customers constantly complaining about something, and then having to file reports in a tiny cubical all day easily tires a person out, especially after doing it for months on end. The feeling of kicking off your heels, letting down your hair and changing out of the typical black and white business attire and into some pajamas. That’s a feeling that can’t be beat.

Every day right after work, I run upstairs to the bedroom and greet Samantha with a big kiss on her forehead before I get comfortable in my home clothes, usually a matching blue and yellow pajama set with a tank top. We spend some time together for a bit and chat about our day before heading downstairs to the living room to watch television or game around for a bit.

Kicking off my heels and putting them next to the door for tomorrow, I let out a loud sigh as I walk down the hallway and into the living room. The television is muted, but on, so I pick up the remote and quickly change channels to find something to watch. I’m much more exhausted than normal, so all I do is unbutton the top of my white blouse to make it more comfortable laying down on the couch.

With Samantha out of sight, I call out to her, “Samantha! Samantha!”

Normally, Sam comes running to me like a sick puppy. She’s the clingy type, but that’s what makes her cute and adorable. After waiting for a few seconds, I call out to her again but don’t get any response.

“She probably went to go get groceries, ” I assume. Sam talked about getting more stuff for the fridge the night before, so it makes sense as to why she’s not showing up. I lay my head down on one of the arm rests of the couch and stretch out, closing my eyes and letting my mind space out to the sound of the television.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I took a quick nap.”

I take a deep breath and exhale from my mouth, putting me at ease. Just as I can feel myself slipping into a melting away from comfort, I hear a blood curdling scream coming from the second floor of the house, “It’s Sam! Sam, you okay?!”

Why is she screaming like that? Did we get robbed and is she held as a hostage? Did she break her leg and she couldn’t get up to call me? So many different scenarios play out in my head as I spring up from the couch, heading head first into whatever awaits me upstairs.

“Alexia!”

That was definitely Sam’s voice screaming for me; chills fire off through my veins as I climb the stairs to the second floor hallway. At the end of it, I see Samantha trembling. The pull-down steps that lead into the attic are down, Did something happen in the attic?

I run up to Samantha and grab her, pulling her into a tight hug, trying to comfort her. Even with me hugging her, Samantha’s trembling keeps going; somebody or something must be in the attic.

“Sam, are you alright?” I ask with a worried tone.

Samantha keeps her eyes laser focused on the opening to the attic, her voice cracking a bit, “T-T-T-There’s s-something in th-th-the attic!”

“What’s in the attic? Did a raccoon somehow sneak inside and made a nest?”

Samantha quickly shakes her head. She looks at me; her eyes are a bit bloodshot as if she was crying for a little bit. Her face is scrunched up with a small puff in her cheeks.

“Did something pop out of a box?”

Samantha shakes her head again. Seeing my girlfriend like this is worrying me more and more the longer she stays quiet. I try and guess again at what’s worrying her, “Did something move on its own?”

“I saw a spider crawling on the floor!”

… A spider? That’s it?

Suddenly, all of my worry vanishes from my body, leaving behind a deep sense of disappointment. As Samantha clings onto me, burring her face in my chest, I look down at her with a low brow glare.

“A spider, crawling on the floor? That’s it?”

Samantha nods, her face still in my chest. Her words are muffled, “It was small and creepy and crawled into a small corner of the attic!”

I put my hands on my hips, still keeping my glare on her, “What were you doing up in the attic in the first place?”

“Spring cleaning.”

Trying to act innocent, Samantha looks up at me, wide eyed with half of her face still in my chest. Those emerald green, jewel-like eyes shine in my face. All I can do is chuckle and lightly pat her on the head. She giggles and holds onto me tighter.

I smile when I continue the topic, “Your whole dilemma was nothing but a spider. Most spiders found in a house are harmless.”

“So? They got eight legs and they look weird walking around. But I really want to finish cleaning up there…”

“Want me to get the bug spray?”

“That’s the only way I’m going back up there; that bug spray’s gonna be my weapon of mass destruction.”

I chuckle a bit before breaking away from Samantha, “Let me go change first.”

She’s such a drama queen. 

via Daily Prompt: Dilemma Dilemma

Date Panic

I never thought that I’d get stuck in a situation like this. I’ve been on long adrenaline binges, purposely ran across a highway for the thrill, and even ran through red lights just so I could feel my heartbeat racing in my chest like it’s about to explode. And after a few minutes, my body would return to normal; I loved that rush. But just thinking about what’s going to happen is making me get that rush again, but I don’t like it this time. I don’t feel that joy that comes from that thrill: this is nervousness, but much more intense.

The longer I watch the people walking by in front of me, the more I begin to wonder where she is. We agreed to meet in front of the park statue in the middle of town around noon. I got here first a few minutes early, so I decided to just sit on the steps of the statue to pass the time. The sky is a perfect tint of blue with a few small, baby clouds casually floating through. A gentle breeze blows around me, making my thin, black jacket move around a bit.

In the middle of the busy crowd walking by, there’s a girl with dark, orange hair in the middle. The instant I see her, my heart starts racing again all through my chest. Is that the person I’m waiting for? Did she remember where exactly where we agreed to meet? Why am I so worried about her seeing me right now? I was the one who asked for this, so I shouldn’t be the one worrying so much, right?

The girl looks around for a moment, but keeps walking along with the crowd. I guess that wasn’t “her.” I take a deep breath to try and bring my heartbeat back under control. The blood rush in my body made everything feel hot; even my spacious jeans feel a bit tighter from all of the worrying.

“I’m starting to think that this was a bad idea,” I whisper to myself. I run my fingers through my dyed green hair, making sure no strands are sticking out awkwardly. I pull out my phone and look at the screen. There’s no smudges on my face, or my glasses. Subconsciously, I flip through my messages to see if anything new popped up, but the last message I got was from Sam last night.

As I’m reading through the history, I can feel my face heating up; I’m probably blushing by now. “Why the hell did I let this happen…?”

Well, it’s too late now. If I text Sam now and say that I need to cancel, Sam’s going to be upset with me. And I’ll feel bad about it, too. What if I suddenly just get up and walk off somewhere long enough that Same decides to go home from waiting too long? No, that’s even worse. Plus it seems like I’m horrible at prioritizing things.

I let out a sigh and cross my arms under my breasts, contemplating what I should do. While I’m stuck in a deep thought about what I should do, I hear footsteps coming from behind me, but I don’t pay it any mind.

“Damn, I’m losing it here…”

“What are you losing?”

I jump at the sound of hearing a gentle, woman’s voice. I almost fall forward on my face, but I manage to keep my balance. Turning around, I get a look at who tried to sneak up on me.

The sunlight shining from behind her makes everything about her seem brighter than usual. Her dark orange hair glows with radiance, the light brown color of her eyes look like jewels in her head. Her long, yellow and pink spring dress compliments the curves of her body and the plain white sneakers she has on. My heartbeat reaches new speeds.

“S-S-Sam! Jesus, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Sam’s peach face starts blushing a bit as she give me a small chuckle, “Sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. You looked so vulnerable sitting there for so long.”

She’s starting to pick up some of my habits. It’s cute. Wait, did she just saying “Sitting there for so long?”

Curious, I look at Sam dead in her eyes, “How long were you watching me?”

As soon as I bring it up, Sam starts rambling nonsense and flailing her arms around in a panic. I grab her arms and hold them down just in case she accidentally hits somebody. She finally manages to speak words that make sense.

“I was watching for about five minutes… I-I-It’s not what you think! I was nervous about our date today, so I had to take a minute to get ready and calm down.”

She sounds like me. I thought I was the only person freaking about the date today, but I guess I was wrong; I start laughing at how silly everything turn out.

“What’s so funny?! I was panicking about our date!”

I can’t control my laughter, so all I can do is just wave my hand at her showing that everything was okay.

— Inspired via Daily Prompt: Panic Panic

Tenchu: Shadows of Azuma – 7. Declaration of War

A group of ninja are closing in on Gohda territory. However, they are not alone. They are being lead by an assassin that only has two things set on her mind: fear and war. As Ayame tries to take a moment to relax along side Gohda’s daughter, Kiku, she ends up having to square off with that assassin after seeing an invasion unfold.

Dark clouds and an even darker assassin are a sign of something dangerous approaching. 

“So, you’re the one who killed all of them?”

“Caught red handed.”

Legends of the Dark: Hospital’s Creature Part 2

In search for her brother Satoru, Ayane starts traveling between floors hoping to find more clues as to where he went. In darkened hallways and creatures roaming around, will Ayane be able to find her brother before it’s too late?

What the fuck?!”

Ayane cries out as she goes for another swing, this one hitting the creature in the head again.

Legends of the Dark: Hospital’s Creature Part 1

Nineteen year old Ayane Nagano goes to visit her hospitalized older brother for some time. After falling asleep for just a little bit, she wakes up in darkness and has to endure the horrors that waits. What lurks within the darkness?

Assuming that was the situation, Ayane heads for the room door again. Right before she grabs the door knob a loud, male voice begins screaming from the other side of the door.

That sounded like Satoru!”

Tenchu: Shadows of Azuma – 6. Battle in the Checkpoint

Passing through checkpoints are often used to help travelers reach their destinations faster, acting as shortcuts through dense forest areas. Should a checkpoint ever be under control of a specific entity, it would make traveling through much more dangerous. Rikimaru keeps this in mind as he heads towards his informant.

“I’m going to wage my war now.”

“All of Gohda’s forces are weak. Including the Azuma!”