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MINEKO lost her virginity at the age of 14 with a boy she had met on a Sunday evening. He was walking by, clothing nice and pricey, when Mineko came up behind him and threatened him with a pistol to his back. Of course, the boy was shaking; hell! He practically shit his pants, but he clumsily reached into his pocket and handed the hooded girl his wallet. She was pleased, and lowered her weapon for only a second when the boy had flipped around and shoved her to the ground with the weight of his body.
The moment it happened, neither Mineko or the boy really thought of their current situation. One, dazed with the sound of his heart flooding his ears blocking out any and every noise, while the other felt her stomach rumble and sense of fight or flight kick into overdrive. The next few seconds were the deciding factors to how their lives would play out forward on.
With the air knocked from her, Mineko coughed and sputtered at the impact, losing her hold on the gun and wallet in the process. Mineko was frantic, daring to sink her teeth into his neck before she caught sight of the boy's face. He was incredibly attractive, pretty and with a cheek the color of a ripe red apple. His eyes watered, Mineko couldn't tell if it was from her threat or, what she guessed, to be a slap to his right cheek. Her hesitance to gnaw at him confused her, as did the feel of his touch.
His hands clasped her wrists, but didn't dig into her skin like teeth sinking into an apple. He was soft with his hold, yet firm in the sense she couldn't escape without a struggle. Well, Mineko could've, but she bit her tongue and waited.
"You get slapped?" She questioned shortly.
It was obviously what happened, but she couldn't help but be a bit snippy. Her heist for money was foiled, and now she was being straddled by a strange boy; it was a shock she hadn't bit his head off by now. There'a still a chance though, yeah?
"No," the boy sniffled, nose crinkling as he averted his eyes. They were green, like the grass Mineko remembered being outside her childhood home. His lashes were long and went straight outward, enhancing the slimmer shape of his eyes. For being a man, she found him eerily pretty. "Just... Ran into a pole."
Mineko blinked, pursing her lips in an attempt to hide her laugh, but she failed when her tongue pressed to her teeth and pried her mouth open before she could act. "Well, that's much better than a slap to the cheek." She continued to giggle, long forgetting her will to escape as she laughed away.
Her laughter was contagious, airy and light, traveling throughout the empty street on the molecules within the air. Soon, the boy began to laugh, too. His grip slowly loosened until his hands were gone and he was slipping himself off of the girl to come and lay by her side, laughing like what happened didn't actually happen. It was like the atmosphere seemed to ease up, like Mineko didn't just threaten a strange boy with a gun, and like said boy didn't tackle her to the ground in defense. They were just two teenagers at the same place, at the right time.
"Ha! I'm Sosuke," the boy, Sosuke, breathed between his high-pitched laughter. He was just a young boy with a name, like Mineko was a young girl with a name, and she realized how silly she truly was with her threat. "There's also only around ¥573 in that thing," Sosuke gestures to his discarded wallet, "not really worth taking."
Mineko gasps, trying to calm herself down. Her face slowly falls, lips once pulled into a grin now down in a deep frown as her eyes lose their amused glint. She turns her head to face Sosuke. "Nothing in this world is ever worth anything." Her words are sharp, cutting like a knife, but Sosuke slowly shifts to face her in such a thick situation.
Having a boy face her so head-on was new to Mineko. No one ever thought to look her in the eye, become equal with her, and stand their ground. She was seeing the stars in another person's eyes for the first time, and she suddenly felt a lump form in her throat. No, she wanted to bite him, don't cry.
"...You're beautiful." Sosuke looks visibly awkward after speaking up; his brows crumple in a way that causes his forehead to crease and fold, and his lips pucker. Mineko isn't sure whether she finds him handsome or incredibly stupid, but she supposed either or wouldn't change how their relationship would come to grow.
"Friends...?"
Friends. Or better yet, more than.
✶
"Fuck you."
Another punch is thrown the second Mineko bites back. She's thrown into an uncomfortable hunch, toes curling in her shoes as she stumbles back. Shit, her stomach aches and she's beginning to feel lightheaded. She didn't want to admit defeat, she could take so much more than she's been given, she knows that. She could take punch after punch, kick after kick, and still wobble to a firm and strong-willed stance.
"That—" She sputters and spits out the blood pooling in her mouth. She licks the back of her teeth, wiping them clean of the blood she pumps with her weak heart. There's more that begins to sit within the crevasses of her mouth, but she swallows thickly and continues, "—all you got?"
The man scowls, so deep and so harsh that Mineko swore his face grew with the expression. He takes a step forward, moving with her hobbling feet before he throws another punch to her gut. And, then another, and another. At this point, she should be on the floor, with how tiny of a girl she is compared to the man standing heads above her own, but Mineko continues to push her legs to a burning ache. She can't feel them anymore.
"Pussy. You hit like a little girl." Mineko giggles in her state of delirium and sways slightly, catching herself against the wall of the alley the two occupy. She jolts at the sudden cold and stands back up by herself. Eat him. Eat him. Eat! Him! She bites her tongue, chews the muscle between her teeth, and hopes it dulls the need she knows will never be met. "How pathetic."
Her words seem to hit a nerve, as did her previous ones, and the man soon has Mineko's back to the wall with her throat snuggly gripped between his big hand. The man's breathing raggedly, eyes beaded and wide as they stare down at the bloody-lipped girl. "You bitch! Shut the fuck up! You're just a slut who needs a good beating, hear me?!"
There's a moment where the two just sit and breath, or try to, and anyone passing by could easily come and stop this from continuing any further, but there's nothing more delectable than a man gone mad.
Pfft. The moment Mineko gains just an ounce of strength back, her mouth is spreading into a wide and wicked grin as she laughs. She's losing more breath than she's getting, but she just laughs and gasps as if she had heard a joke so funny it would make one pee. Mineko never laughs at jokes, though.
"The fuck..." The man doesn't move away or let go, but gapes as Mineko continues to laugh. Her teeth bloody and lips painted red, she looks like the Joker; though, we all know Mineko is worse than he. Something about the twisted game she draws out in grueling, and even the man is starting to feel vile. "You're a fucking freak."
