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This Fffire - An Atsuma Story
Current mood:
 amorous
"Do you know how it feels, to fall from so high up...? At first, it feels very direct. But the longer it goes, the more it feels like you're flying before you hit the ground. But you know what hurt worst? The words they said before you threw me out of that plane."
Atsuma had a new obsession today, a nonbinary influencer on social media. He had taken the liberty of reacting, commenting, directly messaging this person at a near constant. Nothing vulgar, just kind words in hopes of being accepted into their circle. It would've been a start for him, were it so easy. Though, one day, it paid off. He got a response back from them, an invitation to go on a vacation with them somewhere exotic. He couldn't remember where, nor did he care where it was. He just wanted to be close to them. All that effort finally paid off, in his eyes. So, he readied himself up and made his way to the private airport, where he saw the one he had pined for so long. Though when he got closer, he was blocked by a larger male, a bodyguard.
"Keep your distance, man." The bodyguard said. Atsuma begrudgingly nodded before being ushered into the plane, assigned a seat across from the influencer known as 'Umber'. That was the name they went by. He was overjoyed to be this close, and hoped this was the start of something wonderful. Umber decided to spark up conversation.
"Atsuma, right? You've been...Pretty up to date in my DM's, and activity on my profiles for a while, now." They said.
"Of course! I'm really your biggest fan. I buy each bit of merch you put out, and have donated generously on occasion. I sincerely love what you do, Umber." He replies, rather eagerly.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you do. Enjoy the flight." They said, looking over at the bodyguard before glancing out the window.
They were waiting for something, until they picked up something on their headset. Gesturing to the bodyguard, Atsuma watching expectantly before the bodyguard approached him and grabbed him.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He called.
"It's your stop, bud." The Bodyguard said, pulling Atsuma, who began to struggle nervously, looked over to Umber and called when he heard the hatch open. Already aware of what was happening next for him.
"Umber, what's happening?! I thought we were going on vacation together, this isn't what you told me! Why would you lie to me?"
Umber chuckled at his pleading. "Yeah, a trip to Japan for me, and cold, hard, japanese concrete for you. This is what I want. Rory, throw this f***ing freak out already, would you?"
The Bodyguard nodded, despite Atsuma's thrashing, he was finally thrown out of the plane, the bodyguard shutting the hatch and walking off. Umber laughing at the display. "If only I could've recorded that."
Of course, it wasn't the end of Atsuma, far from it.
He crashed, every bone of his was broken, his head smashed, only for a moment after, his broken body reassembled, the excess blood burning away as he regained mobility and sluggishly stood back up. Tears streamed down his face, though his sobs were abnormal, instead, they were pained fits of laughter as he walked, much to the horror of bystanders that witnessed the display. But their attempts to report the incident were futile, as Atsuma picked up momentum and was nowhere to be found.
In a hotel room, sat two bodyguards, Umber's Bodyguards, idly chatting in a room on their phones.
"Why'd they tell us to hang back?"
"Man, it's just a talk show, chill out. We got rid of the one freak, they're safe, now."
"Alright, I'm going to grab a snack, want anything?"
"You know what-- Get me one of those breads."
The bodyguard nodded and left the hotel room, taking the elevator down to the bottom floor and visited the vending machines. Noticing the concierge didn't greet him when he made his way down and noticing they were nowhere to be seen. Taking out his wallet, making the selections and paying for them, noticing a figure behind him, motionlessly standing.
"I'll be outta your way, just grabbin' a treat." He said, taking the snacks and looking back.
It was the concierge, the sockets where his eyes used to be were gouged out, black liquid oozed from his ears, eye sockets, and mouth.
"What the f--" His speech was cut short when black, serrated tendril shot out from the standing corpse and went for him, immediately leaping away and beginning to run to the elevator, rapidly pressing the button for it to open. "F***ing, come on, come on, open!" He said in a panic. His wish was granted, the doors open, only for mangled bodies of policemen to be hanging by tendrils coiling around it, the gaping eyes of ones head were tracking the bodyguard. "Tasu...ke...te..." Was all that gurgled out from its severed head, black fluid pouring out of its mouth, it's eyes rolling back.
"F***--" The bodyguard immediately bolted for the stairs, a cold sweat drenching him, the sensation of goosebumps could not even be expressed properly, he retreated up the stairs in attempt to find the door that lead to the halls of his room. Relief washing over him when he saw the door, and immediately burst through it, only to find himself in the bloodied elevator, the mechanism moving as he tried to stop the elevator, grabbing his phone to call the other bodyguard in the room. When the elevator doors opened, there stood Atsuma, grinning.
In the hotel room, the doorknob was being fiddled with before it opened.
"Bout time you got back, what took--" The bodyguard looked over, only for his eyes to widen in shock at Atsuma walking in, covered in black fluid and blood. "--I-I threw you out the f***ing plane, how?!"
"Do you know how it feels, to fall from so high up...? At first, it feels very direct. But the longer it goes, the more it feels like you're flying before you hit the ground. But you know what hurt worst? The words they said before you threw me out of that plane." He said, slowly, methodically approaching the bodyguard, holding out his hand, serrated tentacles bursting from the wall, binding the bodyguard with one tendril paying particular attention to winding itself up around his neck in preparation for decapitation.
"I'm feeling nice, Rory, was it? I'm willing to spare your life if you just tell me one thing."
The bodyguard, now being asphyxiated, struggled to speak, barely even straining to nod in agreement to what Atsuma was offering. Atsuma smiling and leaning closer to the bodyguard, his green eyes burning like a passionate flame.
"Where. Is. Umber?"
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