Instructions: Write a 2 page sketch/short/section of a story in which a central character or idea is a mythical creature. Try to pick something new and different.
Kimiko Narastka was heading home from work on Friday night. Her apartment was only 20 minutes away from the club on foot and about 10 minutes by taxi on rainy days. It was on the outskirts of the Roppongi district of Tokyo. She had to bring sneakers with her, since the heels she wore for work, were not ideal to walk in, but tonight it has been ‘school girl’ night and so she wore an old school uniform to work, and decided her sneakers would suffice for the outfit. Kimiko worked at the “Happy Grabby Club” in the night life district. “Happy Grabby” (or HG for this story) was a night club and a strip club. It didn’t make her happy where she worked; but it was better than some of the women’s jobs.
She was lucky and was a bartender and waitress. She was the one who walked around in a skimpy outfit and brought business men their drinks. She was harassed constantly, and treated like an object. She wasn’t one of the dancers though; one of the Untouchables. Untouchables were the women who got treated like goddesses. They were highly paid and were expensive just to look at. They wore almost nothing and danced on stage. It was a disgrace, but they liked the pay; it was very good. Kimiko had never wished to be one of the Untouchables; it was sometimes a risky job. Men would become obsessed with them, follow them home, and sometimes rape them if they got the chance.
Life had been good for Kimiko in the last few months. She’d gone to school to become a chemist or a doctor, and this was the result of plummeting economy. She did get paid well too, for what she did, but she had to lie to her family back in Takayama. It was something she hated doing and something that she hoped to get out of as soon as possible. She would go home after working all afternoon and all night and fill out more applications and would then sleep until the start of the next day of work at 3pm. It was a hectic life, and it was tiring, but it was work, and she’d rather be tired than homeless.
She thought about what hospital she would apply to tonight, when she rounded the corner and bumped into a large group of Americans who smelled of sake and cigarette smoke. She kept walking, knowing how to handle most people in this district and instinctively placed her hand in her bag and grasped the canister of mace. This was a gift given to most of the HG workers when they started there. She bowed her head a little in politeness and kept walking through them. She only stopped when one of the drunkards grabbed her short skirt and tugged on it, saying something she wasn’t sure of. They spoke English and she’d only learned so much that she didn’t care to remember. She pulled her skirt out of the man’s hands and when they all stopped she pulled out her canister of mace and held it up. “Please, leave me alone. I just want to go home; I’ll yell and get a police officer over here!” She backed away slowly from them and hoped they spoke or understood Japanese.
Most of the men stopped and walked on their way, but the one who had grabbed her skirt stood there. He was tall and large and very drunk. Kimiko kept the can of mace in front of her and kept backing up. All of a sudden a woman Kimiko knew from the club walked around the corner. She was one of the most beautiful Untouchables. She was tall, for a Japanese woman, and she wore her long black hair like the geisha used to in the old days and kept it tucked away. She had a sun dress on and flat shoes, so as not to add to her height. The most spectacular thing about her was her grey eyes. She almost looked as though she’d stolen them from someone.
“Good evening Narastka,” she bowed her head and looked at the American, “is this man a friend of yours?” Her name was Haruka Oneska, and she was perfect. She walked to Kimiko’s side and stood there, like they were old friends. She patted her shoulder and told the man in English something. She then looked down at Kimiko and told her she could head home and that she’d make sure that the man would find his way as well. I nodded and put my mace away, “Are you sure you’ll be alright Oneska-sama? Do you wish me to stay?” Kimiko did not want to leave her here by herself with this pig of a man. She smiled again and winked and shooed Kimiko off.
立兀泥
Haruka led the drunken American man into a dark alley. She flirted with him and he tried to make his move on her. She put her hand up to stop him and asked him why he would frighten a young girl like that. He chuckled to himself and slumped against the wall. She nodded her head and grabbed the man by his shirt. “Listen to me you filthy son-of-a-bitch. I’m going to teach you and your bastard friends what happens to you if you mess with women here.”
At this she took her hair out of its tucked spot and let it fall down over her shoulders. It shone in the street lights, like obsidian whips, at the tips, hung delicate metal barbs, rusty with dried blood. Her eyes flared up, red and sinister and her face went pale. The man looked in fear at the creature that stood before him. Her fanged mouth was agape in laughter as the man started to scream. She shut him up by wrapping her long, tendril like hair around his throat, instantly muffling his screams. She pulled him up, his feet hanging 3 feet off the ground and stared at him. “Think I’m still funny now? I’m going to enjoy ripping you to pieces.” She said this as she stuck her first barbed curl into his gut, laughing at the macabre waterfall of blood.
立兀泥
The newspapers were livid the next morning, a surprising story awaited everyone.
A mysterious death has been reported this morning. An American’s body has been found in the Roppongi district. A trash man found the American, or what Police assume was the American man that had gone missing last night. He was found in pieces near the night life district. There are still no leads as to who might have done this.
Haruka put the morning’s paper down and picked up her tea cup and sipped it slowly as she chuckled to herself.
Note: The Harionago is the creature that I used here. Like I said, she's a creature who has barbed hair and finds men and laughs at them. If they laugh back at her, she rips them apart with her deadly dreds of doom.
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