Post by zombie on Mar 10, 2017 2:22:26 GMT -5
There’s nothing like a good cigarette after an intense workout. Kimitsu Zombie finishes rolling her second one and holds them in between her lips to light them both up with a lighter on her necklace She passes one to Aokigahara Zombie who watches her pace back and forth. They relax outside of the gym and oblivious to the dirty looks the gym patrons give them as they enter and leave.
“So what was that back there? You were really trying to take my head off and not in a ‘friendly spar’ type of way.”
“What? Sorry I just got something on my mind.”
“Oh I’m not complaining but you left yourself open a lot. It wasn’t like your usual self.”
She waves him off. “I was just messing around.”
“No you weren’t.”
She stops and looks up at the sky letting out a billowing cloud of smoke. “He’s right, you know.”
“Who is?”
“American Tommy.” She tilts her head sideways and drills her finger in the middle of her forehead with a crooked smile. “He’s been occupying this space right fucking here. Not like with a usual fight either with how I think about the poor fucks. I see that sack of shit when I close my eyes at night. It’s the first person I think about when I wake up. I say his name in idle whispers.”
“Obsession is healthy.”
“I’m not obsessed, Ojisan… But I think Austin is trying to get my mind off it. He sees how this match is getting to me. He got me this Moschino bear lighter necklace. Custom too. Look at the little diamonds for eyes. Also some jewelry from Mawi and Chanel. Knuckle rings.”
“How much is it worth? We should pawn it.”
“It’s a lot but kindly fuck off. I would never. I haven’t ever been spoiled and definitely not like this. The only problem is it also makes me think of fighting Tommy. Remember that WARPED Junior’s tournament? Adam Wolfe the asshole sent Tommy with me as a joke. He wasn’t like he is when he’s around a group of people. I was all nervous because I was fighting in front of my people for the first time and he tried to get me to relax. He would say all this corny shit but for me instead of speaking at me for an audience. I started to let my guard down and fucking tolerate him. I thought it was the real Tommy.
“Then we got back to the States and, of course, he went full Harry Potter and claimed we got on a hell of a lot better than we actually did. Spread rumors and upped the damned dirty talk to eleven. If it wouldn’t have gotten Tokyo-sensei in trouble, I would’ve snuck up to Sinister Minister’s locker room and stabbed the fucker. He was a civilian still.”
Aokigahara gives her a piercing look. “Chasing this obsession is going to be so satisfying.”
“What do you mean?”
“The only way you’re gonna get him out of your head is to beat him. That you can dominate him will always be a fact and it will tone down whatever the hell he does to you.”
“You know what he does to me.”
“Don’t take it seriously. I think he’s hilarious.”
“Fuck you. You don’t have to put up with it. You don’t have to see other fighters calling you a ‘hot piece of muggle ass’ as a joke because of Tommy. You don’t have to read these creepy stories about you and Tommy written by a fan of yours. You don’t have to be distracted at the gym by messages about your tits. You don’t know what it’s like.”
Aokigahara shakes his head. “The only way to put a stop to it then is to destroy him.”
“I know that. The little fucker thinks that he has the advantage by getting to me. Getting in my head is the worst thing he could’ve done. It’s dangerous in there. When I close my eyes I see him bleeding from the eyes and mouth. When I wake up in the morning I wonder if he hasn’t died yet. I say his name like a curse.
“I’ll win this match because beating him is my obsession. Seeing him hurt is my dream. It won’t matter that I go into one of my rages when I face him. He isn’t good enough of a fighter yet to take advantage of openings or mistakes. I’ll lead him on and he’ll think he’s doing well. Then I’ll make him eat every single insult, or misguided compliment, and any claim to my body.”
“Hey. Just had a thought… What if he really is love struck but doesn’t know how to show it well?”
“Then I’ll break his heart after I cut it out of his chest. It was too late for any amends when he decided to become a wrestler and fight me. He spoke the only words that can really make me really hate someone: ‘I’m better than you.’ He finally crossed the fucking line and I want to make sure he spends the rest of his life regretting it. If I’m obsessed with this match now, like you say, then I need to feed the obsession what it wants. I’ll get what I want.”
“Good. As long as you keep it controlled you should have no problems in this match.”
“No, I won’t keep myself controlled. If he wants to learn how to fight then let him learn everything. This is a trial by fire and I’ll stoke the flames all I want just to watch him burn.”
“Even if you burn with him?”
She looks off in the distance. “Yes.”
Aokigahara nods in approval and leans against the wall of the gym appraising something new in Kimitsu, something of his own influence, as we fade out.
“So what was that back there? You were really trying to take my head off and not in a ‘friendly spar’ type of way.”
“What? Sorry I just got something on my mind.”
“Oh I’m not complaining but you left yourself open a lot. It wasn’t like your usual self.”
She waves him off. “I was just messing around.”
“No you weren’t.”
She stops and looks up at the sky letting out a billowing cloud of smoke. “He’s right, you know.”
“Who is?”
“American Tommy.” She tilts her head sideways and drills her finger in the middle of her forehead with a crooked smile. “He’s been occupying this space right fucking here. Not like with a usual fight either with how I think about the poor fucks. I see that sack of shit when I close my eyes at night. It’s the first person I think about when I wake up. I say his name in idle whispers.”
“Obsession is healthy.”
“I’m not obsessed, Ojisan… But I think Austin is trying to get my mind off it. He sees how this match is getting to me. He got me this Moschino bear lighter necklace. Custom too. Look at the little diamonds for eyes. Also some jewelry from Mawi and Chanel. Knuckle rings.”
“How much is it worth? We should pawn it.”
“It’s a lot but kindly fuck off. I would never. I haven’t ever been spoiled and definitely not like this. The only problem is it also makes me think of fighting Tommy. Remember that WARPED Junior’s tournament? Adam Wolfe the asshole sent Tommy with me as a joke. He wasn’t like he is when he’s around a group of people. I was all nervous because I was fighting in front of my people for the first time and he tried to get me to relax. He would say all this corny shit but for me instead of speaking at me for an audience. I started to let my guard down and fucking tolerate him. I thought it was the real Tommy.
“Then we got back to the States and, of course, he went full Harry Potter and claimed we got on a hell of a lot better than we actually did. Spread rumors and upped the damned dirty talk to eleven. If it wouldn’t have gotten Tokyo-sensei in trouble, I would’ve snuck up to Sinister Minister’s locker room and stabbed the fucker. He was a civilian still.”
Aokigahara gives her a piercing look. “Chasing this obsession is going to be so satisfying.”
“What do you mean?”
“The only way you’re gonna get him out of your head is to beat him. That you can dominate him will always be a fact and it will tone down whatever the hell he does to you.”
“You know what he does to me.”
“Don’t take it seriously. I think he’s hilarious.”
“Fuck you. You don’t have to put up with it. You don’t have to see other fighters calling you a ‘hot piece of muggle ass’ as a joke because of Tommy. You don’t have to read these creepy stories about you and Tommy written by a fan of yours. You don’t have to be distracted at the gym by messages about your tits. You don’t know what it’s like.”
Aokigahara shakes his head. “The only way to put a stop to it then is to destroy him.”
“I know that. The little fucker thinks that he has the advantage by getting to me. Getting in my head is the worst thing he could’ve done. It’s dangerous in there. When I close my eyes I see him bleeding from the eyes and mouth. When I wake up in the morning I wonder if he hasn’t died yet. I say his name like a curse.
“I’ll win this match because beating him is my obsession. Seeing him hurt is my dream. It won’t matter that I go into one of my rages when I face him. He isn’t good enough of a fighter yet to take advantage of openings or mistakes. I’ll lead him on and he’ll think he’s doing well. Then I’ll make him eat every single insult, or misguided compliment, and any claim to my body.”
“Hey. Just had a thought… What if he really is love struck but doesn’t know how to show it well?”
“Then I’ll break his heart after I cut it out of his chest. It was too late for any amends when he decided to become a wrestler and fight me. He spoke the only words that can really make me really hate someone: ‘I’m better than you.’ He finally crossed the fucking line and I want to make sure he spends the rest of his life regretting it. If I’m obsessed with this match now, like you say, then I need to feed the obsession what it wants. I’ll get what I want.”
“Good. As long as you keep it controlled you should have no problems in this match.”
“No, I won’t keep myself controlled. If he wants to learn how to fight then let him learn everything. This is a trial by fire and I’ll stoke the flames all I want just to watch him burn.”
“Even if you burn with him?”
She looks off in the distance. “Yes.”
Aokigahara nods in approval and leans against the wall of the gym appraising something new in Kimitsu, something of his own influence, as we fade out.