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Shimazaki Haruka "Paruru" (島崎 遥香) Twenty || Vendor ✗ ✗ ✗ ✗ ✗ ✗ ❝The only way to rid of temptation is to yield to it.❞ ― OSCAR WILDE

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"Supernatural, then?" It’s as though the more Yui tried to listen and hear about the said story, the more it becomes unbelievable that all of these words were coming out from the mouth of Haruka. She’d always thought that the street vendor was one of those who hated the kind of stories that revolved around anything grim and, perhaps, sad. But then again Haruka never did say anything when Yui read to her Vivi and now that she thinks about it, the writer still doesn’t really know much about Haruka up to this day. About her preferences on stories and her favorite food aside from melon pan. About many things, really, and one could almost mistake for them as strangers with Yui only knowing so little of the other girl. "Please continue," she says with a small wave of her hand, completely taken with the story’s setting and its character — quietly praying at the back of her mind that no customers would come for now so the story-telling won’t be disturbed and cut half-way.

[pxruru]

"It's not as interesting as yours," Haruka states again to accentuate her lack of storytelling abilities (unlike Yui). An embarrassed look gleans on her face as she clears her throat, proceeding on with the story, trying her best to imitate the way Yui would read to her. "The girl, you see, was a victim of  a large fire that was started by her younger brother. When she went to visit her father and mother, they only saw a ghastly being -- a mirage the weaned in definition as a longer a ghost stays on Earth, the less people are able to see it. She was called 'monster', a 'devil', by her parents because of her grotesque features. They didn't recognize her and it was terrible. The girl only wanted to be recognized, to say one last goodbye to those she loves, but to be called a monster sent her spiraling into madness." A forlorn look of contemplation crosses Haruka's face as she twirls a strand of her hair with a single finger, expression enigmatic and veiled at best. "And so she went on to torture her brother, the cause of her misfortune. To make a long story short, the brother, figuring out he was haunted by his own sister, attained a letter of her final goodbyes and sent them off to his parents. The end." A mischievous smile, amused with a hint of bitterness, spreads on her lips as she stands up once more to grab an extra kakigoori for herself. "That's the end, Yui."

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"A story?" Her head tilted to one side and her back straightened as she put more attention to Haruka instead of the kakigoori she had been stabbing with a spoon, already too full to fill her stomach with the ice-y treat and too interested with the story the girl was about to introduce to her to even put mind to it anymore, so she sets it aside, arms folding on top of the stand’s counter as she slightly leaned closer to the younger. Usually it would be Yui who would tell the other a story, whatever story she has in mind or written and thus she couldn’t help but hum in interest — coupled with a nod of her head. “Alright, I’m listening.”

[pxruru]

"It's not as good as yours, obviously, but I hope you'll find it at least a bit," She hesitates, stealing the kakigoori from Yui's hands before placing the ice-filled spoon into her own mouth for a moment of hesitation. A thoughtful look crosses her face in a pensive sort of way as she retracts the plastic spoon, keeping it twirling in her slim fingers. "It's about this girl who died in a fire, a horrible, horrible fire, and remained on Earth after dying because she wasn't able to say goodbye." There's a grimace that appears on Haruka's face as she recalls the particular apparition that had stuck to her months ago, the scarlet burns still vivid in her mind as she recalls: "Face of her face was burnt so it was hard to tell she was even human, and so were most of her arms and legs. And the story is about this girl, the burnt ghost, trying to say her final goodbyes."

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Make a wish.

[pxruru]

"I want to help you."

"Want to listen to a story?"

The statement — already quickly brushed to the side — is reciprocated with a question as Haruka leans against the chair of the stand that she had situated herself in earlier, across the wooden counter top from where Yui sat as she willed her lips to quirk in a smile that wouldn’t come. A quick detrimental shrug of the shoulders accentuates the obviously feigned nonchalance as her own lips move in silent words; unutterable words except in the tale of supposed fiction from a delusional, sleepless mind.

"It’s a story I created — about a young girl."

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Send me one to see how my muse reacts!

"Shut up!" "Please, talk to me." "I have no idea…" "I know what this is!" "Why did you do that?" "How could you do this?" "Let me do it!" "Leave me alone." "Don’t leave me." "Kiss me." "Don’t touch me." "Why weren’t you there?" "Why are you here?" "What are you doing?" "Don’t look!" "Just look at it!" "How did you get in here?" "How did you escape?" "Help me." "I want to help you." "You’re a monster!" "You’re not a monster!"

[yxihan]

You do, actually. { Yui answered almost instantaneously, though all was said and done under her breath in fear of upsetting the other female because if she really was bipolar, as what Haruka herself had just admitted, then it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore if Yui wakes up the next day to see the tip of a knife just inches away from cutting her skin open. She shuddered at the though and her arms wrapped around herself. Haruka wouldn’t do that, right? Sure the younger girl was odd and seems to have a lot of ‘mysteries’ looming around her but – surely she wouldn’t go as far as murdering someone. } Beef curry it is and hm? { with a tilt of her head, she looked back to her room filled with books and crumpled papers and writing materials, smiling a little before shrugging her shoulders and looking back to the other female. She had yet to finish her next story, but she supposes she could take a day’s break or two without having to pull an all-nighter in result. } I’m not and where to? To your stand? Wait – you’re not making me help you sell your stuff, are you? { and her eyes narrowed at Haruka at this, jokingly, before smiling once more (and this time it was a tad bigger) } Yeah, I’ll go with you.

[pxruru]

Let's go then. I'm late opening the stand, anyways. { ' a hand lingers in front of her as she waits for Yui's fingers to lace against her with hers; it's more of a sign of protection over everything else and Haruka nods contently before gathering her things and walking out the door, hand-in-hand with the other girl. Haruka likes the day, she likes the morning -- afternoon? -- sun, the wind, everything really, and the feelings a lot different without the ghosts draping themselves into her view. She likes not feeling like she was going completely mad. - }  Maybe.  { ' she grins as she finally answers the prolonged question, puffing her cheeks in a cute, but impish, manner as the stand comes in sight of the two, abandoned and lonely looking with its drooping wooden stalls and the worn covering. The couple of plastic tables and chairs lying around are empty as the park that day was clearly abandoned, lone figures walking around that has Haruka slightly on edge. - } Not a lot of people come, obviously, but its still enough to make a living, you know. Besides, I can eat whatever I don't sell, so its perfect. Kind of.  { ' grabbing onto one of the plastic cups, Haruka slides smoothly into the stand and prepares some kakigoori fairly quickly for Yui before passing it on, a pink plastic spoon stuck into the summer treat - } For you.

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