Stories by Makoot

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| Dear Prince |

I'm a foolish girl, and you know that better than anyone else. You are an observant one: oh, don't believe I am unaware, dear, I've seen what you are below that sneaky grin and layers of gold. It has been a while since I saw you last, since we did... Well, that. I apologize that I pulled you into it, I noticed how uncomfortable and afraid you looked after we were done, and I was panting and giggling from the sensation and pleasure. You didn't do that, you tried to smile, but you were afraid. I should have touched your cheek and told that everything will be fine, but I didn't. I'm so weak. I'm a fool. Naive. You probably believe I only love you for your money and style, which was the case in the beginning. I did fall for that money you held between your lovely fingertips, your gorgeous looks and incredibly expensive silks. That was why I approached you that evening, not even thinking about my husband at home. My husband... He loves me more than anything, but he is so protective of me. I'm certain you are not the type to be overprotective and be mad if anyone else gets close to me... What am I even thinking? You probably see me as all those other girls you flirt with, and I should accept that and be pleased with it. I shouldn't be thinking about you like I do, I should focus on my husband and be a good wife for him. I'm sure I would've been a better wife for you. I would've been serving you till the end, stay close to you when you desire company, and stay away if you ever wanted to get down to the city to entertain the other girls. You never go too far with them, so I know I can trust you. I do not regret anything we've done together. I worry about the new life developing inside of me, yes, but I do still not regret it. After all, they will have a part of you in them. I am sure I can trick my husband to believe it is his child, if he is less smart than I first believed.  I wish I could read and write, so this could be more than just thoughts. I would love to send letters to you, to hear from you and maybe find a way to live with you, learn more about you and your hidden secrets. You have a lot of them, and I continue to grow curious about you.  May we see each other soon, or I think I'll turn insane.

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| Him |

I always thought his existence was out of place and unusual, like a fly in your soup, something that wasn't supposed to belong there. I often thought I was going insane or something, because no matter what, he would always be there on my side.

What did he look like? A handsome boy, exactly my age, black hair, sky blue hues, dashing looks both as a male and if he decided to joke around and dress up as a girl. He was always perfect, in a sense, but only in my eyes.  His name was Richard, we nicknamed him Bobby. Why? We had no clue, apparently a joke that we made up on the spot. For some reason, that name never seemed correct for him, though. An imaginary friend, I thought, nothing but a fragment of my imagination. Maybe he was there because I was lonely? But, in all honesty, I was never lonely, I still had friends and beloved ones, I didn't need someone to be there for me. That could be my stubborn side striking in to tell me otherwise, but at the same time, I was certain I wasn't lonely. He was similar to me in terms of interests. We enjoyed the same jokes, he seemed a bit more mature and composed unlike me, his trail of thoughts better than my quick, first-to-the-mill way of thinking, he was someone I admired and looked up to. Heck, we even had a pretend show, as if we were celebrities or something. He was the front figure, I was that assistant who kind of had something to tell now and then, but he lead it. He was the strong one, the one in charge, and I kept admiring him a lot. Not in a 'I'm in love' kind of way, just that he seemed like a wonderful person.

On this show of ours, we kept chatting about things we had seen, especially anime. Anime reviews, tips, how to things about characters, anything inside that theme. We pretended like we were experts, but of course we weren't at all, I was pretty sure we were wrong ninety percent of the time at least.  We have fun together. I enjoyed chatting with him for hours about everything, from silly nonsense to personal issues. It became more and more about me, and less and less about him. Suddenly, I was the lead person. I was mostly doing the talking in our imaginary show, I was the front figure, the one people asked questions to, the one people cheered for, he was the assistant who supported me instead.  It took a while for me to see the change that had taken place. It was almost frightening how things had flipped around, I wasn't a mere follower, I was the one leading the party. No one disliked me, people requested me to talk about certain topics, relevant to whatever happens to the world around me. I was discovering myself, who I was, who I desired to be, who I really am. The one in the past is no longer me, I'm different, stronger, mature, ready to face the world once more. He was always with me, but rarely speaking anymore. Just supporting me and whatever I was doing. He accepted the true me at once. He was a person close to me, very close- I looked at myself in the mirror one night, dots starting to connect. He'd been there for at least three years, but just now did it start to make sense. That person wasn't a fragment of insanity. He wasn't a pearl of loneliness and a screech that help, I need a friend. That boy wasn't an imaginary friend. No, he was no such thing.                                                        That boy was me.

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| Trickster |

No wine was in his systems that afternoon. it was rare of him to wander down to a town in daylight rather than wait for the later hours when the ladies would place their pure knees in the dirt just to get a bite of him. He was a classy man, one quick glance would give that away, and he never intended to hide it either.                  Good looks, money, and a calm smile made those naive women swoon. He had always been a trickster, that one. Well, not really, as a child he had a pure heart who loved to be inside and read tales with his older brother much to his mothers approval - things change in the most frightening of ways at times. It had been years since he put his foot on these grounds, but few things had changed. He was here a lot, in fact, simply because the town had a big quantity of lovely ladies he could pick and choose from, most of them falling for either his tricks or a flash of his gold. They were so easy to play with, and he kept doing it over and over again for his sadistic needs.  There was one lady, however, who fell a bit more for him than he liked, but at the same time, it was a thrilling feeling when she would turn around towards him, cheeks flustered from the dashing sight, then correct her messy locks so he wouldn't think she was a country girl. Even the nicest robes she had was covering her elegant body, trying to look as expensive as possible. Tricks like that doesn't go past a players eyes, but he found her tries absolutely adorable.

There was some issues with this particular one, however. She was young, first of all. He wasn't quite found of the younger ones, they were still maturing and could be childish. She was a rare case, mature spirit to her, quite mature looking for her age too, despite her adorable looks. Especially that nose of hers, absolutely a treat to poke it and hear her squeak.  The second issue was that she was a married girl. Not a surprise for her age, she was old enough for that at least, but to be so naive and wander with the upper class man instead of staying loyal to her husband. He knew little about him, only that he was apparently boring and clingy. So young, not able to spot that she was being just as clingy to him. He never got in bed with any ladies, oh no, he would rather treat them to make them scream like never before, then leave them and never come back, haunting their memories for years. Kisses were ok, but he would never allow them to undress him and get a single taste of his body underneath those silken robes. She was a little sneak herself, catching him at the wrong moment. Outside, it was warm that night, he still remembered how the winds tickling their naked skin. It was all a silent act, surprisingly enough, he wasn't loud himself and she didn't want to leak out a high-pitched scream, possibly in fear that her husband would hear the little affair taking place. Oh, that man would discover it pretty soon, the classy one knew so pretty well. Well, he couldn't help it... It was her choice, he didn't even start the flirting that first night they met. She had an eye for money, that was why she went so far with him in the first place. He told himself so at least. He walked past that corner. Seven years, was it? Six? Eight? He couldn't remember. He only knew around what month she probably gave birth to a child - if she survived that. If her husband was an overprotective man who had sense of logic, her little dirty secret would be spilled easily. He stopped in front of a house. The elders in town had concerned looks painted on their facades, they knew this man was of higher rank and his presence had a reason behind it. The home was dark, reeked, clearly something had happened recently. He turned his ruby eyes towards the elders, they took steps back about to leap away. Clearly they didn't want to inform about the happenings that had taken place in that very home. Not that he needed the information, the solution was clear as day, murder. What bothered him was that it wasn't just any home he was looking at: That girl with the cute nose lived there. He'd once caught a glimpse of her with her husband when he was doing some errands, he wouldn't be surprised if they still lived there... ...Well, not anymore. There was little questions he had, except from one... "How many used to live in that house?" He turned towards the elder closest by with a smile. They yelped, walking further away, only to be followed by him, still with a smile plastered upon his facade. The question was repeated, over and over again, until one exploded. "THREE!" he yelled out, as if the classy one was about to commit a murder on him. The classy ones eyes opened, looking a tad surprised, before returning to his smile. He could continue his questions. "How many dead bodies did you find?" He felt as if he was quizzing children, scared ones who had not studied properly for an important test. But he had to know, now that the heartbreaking news of her death had hit him. He was a man who concealed sorrow well, but, it did in all honesty hurt a lot. He expected to get the same number again, which would lead him to simply walk away and get drunk for the heck of it at home, possibly getting yelled at by his mother once more, despite being a working adult.                                     He had not forgotten her, unlike every other girl. "Two." Finally, one replied, pretty certain about his answer. The classy one threw a pouch with golden coins their way as a thank you. He would usually play games to get the money back, but today, he didn't feel like it. He simply walked away, picking a flower from a store on the way, of course giving a little payment to the young lady behind the stand. Wasn't he being a swell one today, unlike every other day. Out from his inner robes, he picked out a piece of paper, writing down her name... Eh, he didn't remember it, so he just wrote 'for her', it worked. It was not like anyone else would see it anyway. Nearby there was a flowing river leading out to the sea, and that was where he stopped. The paper was turned into a little boat, and the flower he took along with him was placed upon it.                                                        A lily, her favorite flower. He only prayed now that he would find that third household member safe somewhere, someday.

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| Commoner's Actor | Act 3 |

                                                                  | Yong |

It was yet another dull day at school. The lecture took forever, it felt like we had already been in the classroom for an hour when in reality, only five minutes had passed by. I heard some low grumbling behind me, clearly the feelings were mutual. The chalk screeched towards the blackboard while our teacher wrote one single letter. How in the world could anyone write a sentence this slowly? Maybe the chalk had some time kind of time stopping powers. It was then a chair was pulled back. Both classes were together today due to our other teacher being ill, so there was a lot of unknown faces around me. The classroom was filled up to the brim as well, but since this was a rich mans school, the air was somehow fresh. A lazy voice spoke that day. I remember little due to the chatter around me, but I heard people speak badly about the owner of the melody-less voice. How that one was skipping lessons, was too smart for the school, arrogant, annoying, God knows what else.  -- My eyes was wide, my mouth the same. How in the world had Zhong Yong found me and my home?  He looked so tired, hell, I heard his breath under that dumb, white mask which was now gray due to dirt and other things. His eyes were blank, from the pictures earlier they were supposed to have a golden shine to them, but they were just dull. His hair was even messier than what I had seen for two seconds a couple of days back. "Wha-" I was about to ask him something, but he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"You have my phone...Right?". His voice was so hoarse, like sandpaper was rasping his vocal chords. Heck, I felt like I suddenly got the flu from just looking at him.  "..Eh?" I didn't really listen to his question. God, I probably sounded like a true imbecile, and the 'trash' before me didn't seem all that pleased about my response.  "My phone. P-h-o-n-e." An arrogant and annoying tone. He coughed and cleared his throat. His grip on my shoulder tightened, another hand fell on my left shoulder blade, which hurt for obvious reasons. I really didn't want to catch whatever deadly decease he had, in all honesty. The way he had caused me pain some days back was more than enough. "O-oh! I got it... Do you want it?" I felt nervous, my heart was beating quicker, my legs felt weak. What if he was mad about it? I didn't even go out of the pictures- He walked past me. Just straight inside, not even asking if he was allowed to take a single step past the door or not. No, he just marched straight in.. ...Or rather, I would describe his attempt to do it as quite the sad sight. He just got halfway through our tiny hallway (Barely space for two people), before he once again coughed. If there was something I couldn't stand, it was rough coughs like that as it reminded me of people throwing up. Illness was something I always had a hard time dealing with, it frightened me. That was probably why my palms were so incredibly sweaty. "Hey, I can get it for you, no big--" I yelped as the already sorrowful sight before me crumbled down and pretty much passed out. He was way too weak to do anything. Great, just great. Not only was I in my Uncle's apartment with one bedroom only, now I was stuck with my attacker too, who had fainted right before my feet on the cold, wooden flooring. I didn't have much other options but to carry this bastard to the bed, and pray that my uncle wouldn't: A. Make gay jokes about me and the guy B. Threaten the guy to give us money way above the hospital bill C. Just be angry about everything and rant for hours, get a beer to clear his head and get a bit too drunk. I really didn't want to deal with an angry Uncle on the top of it all. I knew he was always grumpy after work, so there was no way he would allow an actor to rest up on his couch that he got from a bargain sale somewhere. How would this end up well in the end..? "Ugh..!" He was not that heavy, but I still felt like I was lifting the worlds heaviest bag of flour. I could barely keep myself up on my feet once I had a proper hold of his figure, as I wandered towards the couch. I didn't want this smelly actor on my Uncle's bed, so he just had to rest on my sleeping spot for now. I wanted to go back to my apartment that night anyway. Care wasn't exactly what I was giving the stupid fool as I dumped him down on the couch, not considering that he was possibly in pain. It was really not like me to not consider the others feelings on a topic, but this was an actor after all. Arrogant, annoying fools who just thought about themselves. Hell, this guy proved it pretty well when he pushed me to the side rather than kindly ask me to retrieve his phone and give it back, like a decent human being would do. ...A hand fell on my forehead. I was really sounding like a monster now, thinking things like that. "I really have to pull myself together", I mumbled while getting him a blanket and some pillows. There, that should be enough. I was supposed to be the one resting, but instead, I had to babysit an actor.  Maybe I could call someone and tell that hey, your child is here, come pick him up? So many people worried about this rebels escape from the set, especially that man from the afternoon show. Maybe he was a father or something?  I couldn't do much but to wait for him to wake up. The problem, however is that once I have to sit still in silence and be patient, I get quite sleepy. The pain killers didn't help on the situation either, I suddenly felt a heavy loud of sluggishness fall upon me. -- "W-where am I?" My eyes looked everywhere, but, it was foggy. I could barely see my hands before me if I stretched them out, my feet were somewhat visible. The ground felt dry under my bare feet, I couldn't quite make out what the substance was.  It was not warm, nor cold. It felt... comfortable? I walked on, maybe I would find some kind of life form?  My nose suddenly bumped into something. It was cold, slightly wet, and hard, like a rock. The brown hues of mine tried to make out what it was. It looked blue with a hint of gray, some weird signs were on it in a language I didn't understand. My hand fell on top of it, now it felt dry, but my nose felt more and more soaked.                                         ...The door will open one day... I suddenly heard a voice, it was annoyingly low and husky, with a sweet lazy tone to it. I tried to ask something, but my voice was gone, as if I was mute. My hand clenched itself into a fist to hit it, but the fog stopped me from doing it.                                             ...I want to see you again... 'Whose there?' I tried to say, but not a single sound came out, just my breath. Ugh, why was only that person allowed to speak? How arrogant of them to do. Now, a lot of voices were speaking. My nose felt as a puddle was raining on it every second, and I could barely hear that voice once again speak to me:                                                       ...L......y..... 'Who are you? Speak louder, I can't hear you!' I could still not talk. Sounds bounced all around in the fog, it felt as if they were mocking me or something. A mix of laughter, familiar words that I knew but just couldn't make out, yells, cries, that scream I never wanted to hear again, growling, howling, someone was crying, now a child was crying, unfamiliar words, all at once-- I couldn't make out a damn thing, my hands protected my ears to try to stop it, but they just grew louder and louder. The scream repeated itself once more, making me shiver. No, I don't want to hear it again. Please stop, please, stop--!                                             Wake up, you idiot... Huh? The voice was suddenly as clear as the sun, way above all the other chaos. But, it sounded even more husky, and very familiar...?                                                  WAKE UP! -- "AGH--" My head bounced up, facing a furry face who had its tongue sticking out. I had fallen asleep on the floor like the imbecile I am. The stinky breath of my grandparents dog was poisoning me, drool stuck on my somewhat round nose. So Uncle was forced to take care of her again... ...Wait, Uncle? I felt a cold shiver run through my body. This meant he was at home, he had seen that actor! That wasn't good, what if he had gone on a rampage already and destroyed half of our house? The dog was maybe calm, but she was always like that. Then I heard laughter. I sat up, my eyes focused at the couch. My Uncle sat there, with the actor next to him. They were looking at me, I could see my Uncle covering his mouth quickly once he noticed that I was awake.  I knew it was the pool on my nose that was so incredibly funny, with the addition of my injured face (the latter was just a wild guess). It was rare to see my Uncle this happy, though, so even if my face was everything but happy, I myself felt my spirits brighten up. My Grandmothers dog settled down on my lap, drooling on top of my pants. Great, I just cleaned those pants, now they're dirty again. "Lily," I frowned once Uncle used that nickname for me and felt a flush of warmth enter my cheeks, "We're in luck." He gave a nod towards Zhong Yong, who was just looking at me with those golden eyes of his, they were not blank anymore at all and even had a slight spark to them. Lucky bastard, having such brilliant eyes instead of dull brown ones like mine. "Why?" I grumbled and hugged around my Grandmothers ball of fur. Its tail was wagging back and forth at a rapid speed and therefore kept hitting my stomach hard. It was not comfortable at all. "This fellow right here is a swell guy, Lily!" Not again with the nickname! "He is sincerely sorry for hurting you the other day and will gladly pay the hospital bills!" Uncle turned towards the fool once again, and received a smile from the actor. At least they were getting along. How annoying. The worst part was that I couldn't just ask him why he was swell, since the guy himself sat there with his butt on my Uncle's couch in a rather comfortable position. "I see." once again a mumble rather than a loud sentence, my gaze was on the dog rather than that arrogant child who had somehow captured my Uncle. I bet he told a sad story and pretended to cry to guilt trip Uncle so he would accept him into the house. There was no way his stay would be approved of so quickly any other way. The only other option was if Uncle knew him beforehand, but that was impossible. "The fellow will be staying here until the media stops with their nonsense. He messaged his family and stuff so everything is alright." Uncle got up on his feet, ruffling through my hair on the way. My grandmothers dog bounced off my lap and ran after him, clearly waiting for a treat of sorts. I only glared after him, he even walked quicker towards the kitchen counter. Why in the world was he so incredibly happy today?! "....Sure." I was skeptic, but, it wasn't my problem, right? I would leave to my apartment anyway, I really wished to return to school the next day and catch up quickly instead of hanging around with a rebellious celebrity. I couldn't believe my Uncle at times, doing foolish actions like these without thinking. It was all an act, an annoying act! Zhong Yong didn't say a thing either, he just looked at me. I felt those eyes glaring at my neck, it was as if two daggers were slowly trying to penetrate my skin. Torture, I say, horrible, undeserved torture! Why would he look at me anyway? Was I funny looking or something? I'm just a normal guy with no notable traits at all, who is content with his looks except from his smile.  "Dinner." Bags with fast food, on the table, probably hamburgers and fries again. The actor was bound to dislike it and call it trash, and tell my Uncle to cook him proper food! Hey, actually, that didn't sound half bad, maybe he would be of use! I turned to see this conversation take place. My uncle placed the food and drinks on the coffeetable. Any moment now, that Zhong Yong would grumble or frown. He moved his hand to remove the mask (a clean one), probably to be able to speak problem-- "So what is this?" he asked, voice not as hoarse as earlier on, but still traces of being worn-out. His eyes was looking at the food... was his eyes sparkling? "Just some crap I picked up on the way home. You're lucky that they somehow gave me three portions instead of two, boy." My Uncle laughed again, totally not expecting to hear how mad the snobbish actor was about the food served to him. "Ah... commoner crap?" He tilted his head and kept looking at my Uncle, who nodded. Uncle, he just insulted us! How can you remain so calm and collected after that? I forgot about my own food and instead observed the two. This could be my only shot at maybe getting along with that actor and approve of him. Protest about the food-- "I've always wanted to try it." My heart stopped. No, this couldn't be... Why would he want horrible fast food? He grabbed a fry, dipped it in ketchup (watching my Uncle doing it first), then ate it. He wasn't lying, he meant it. He wanted to taste the horror called fast food! "It ain't too bad, right?" My Uncle asked, and the bastard Zhong Yong nodded, eating more. I just grabbed some fries myself and chewed on them slowly to make myself feel even more miserable than before. There was no way I would ever get somewhat along with this guy! Later on that evening, it was time for me to head back to my own place. It was closer to school by half an hour, that was simply why. My Uncle had company anyway with his stinking actor best friend, the two of them did really get along as if they had known each other for a long time already.  I had to take care of my grandmothers dog though, which I didn't mind all that much. It was the better puppy in my case, if I had to pick between her and the filthy actor whom my Uncle was in love with. My guess was that if I visited again, they would be preparing their wedding. Gross, my Uncle ain't that good looking anymore thanks to his unhealthy life! Zhong Yong deserved someone way above his level, otherwise, his sparkly looks would outshine and kill my Uncle. He headed outside to get the car ready, and it was just grandma's dog, the trash actor and me left in his apartment. I didn't even look at him, I couldn't stand how his bright eyes kept looking at me and every action I did. Was it that amusing to watch me tie my shoes?  "You'll visit again, right?" He suddenly asked. I froze where I stood, having to think twice about what he just told me.  "...No. School." I mumbled, ah, lovely to use it as an excuse for once. "It's Wednesday today. Two more days until the weekend." Shit, he knew the basics of school! "...I said, I got school, a lot to catch up to-" "I can help you. You know, as an apology for what I did-" "I'll be fine!" I interrupted him before he could finish. My voice was sharper than usual, it made me slightly shocked about myself. It wasn't like me to bark back at someone like that. "I mean... I like to study alone.." I picked up my grandmothers dog. She really needed to give her a name instead of just calling her 'dog'. I gave the actor a quick glance, noticing that he looked a tad sad from my reply. His eyes didn't have that spark anymore. He covered up his mouth with his mask. "...Understood." A silent reply, it shrunk to a whisper at the last syllables.  "Be kind to Uncle. He's struggling a lot, and I don't want you to ruin his life more." I turned around, not able to look at that broken expression. Wasn't he supposed to be an arrogant, annoying guy? ...Maybe it was me who was annoying and arrogant in this case.

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| Commoner's Actor | Act 2 |

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| Commoner's Actor | Act 1 |

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|Commoner's Actor | Summary|

The story stars a completely normal guy named Baihe, more known as Lily by his 'friends' and family. He is nothing spectacular, his personality can be considered boring, he has no talents that makes him stand out, and he is no rich fellow. He is just a normal commoner. He can't stand the world of fame either. TV shows are boring, Movies are horrible, actors are just high on themselves and artists, their songs are just 'piss' in his eyes. However, one unfortunate day, a random encounter with a strange fellow wearing a mask would change his content and nice life forever.