Night (nsfw)

Darkness enveloped Tokyo against a starry night sky and a halo of flickering light encircled the full moon.

Dressed in a blue-striped yukata, Natsuo watched the view from a hotel's 49th floor sitting on a padded window seat. The planes rising on the horizon seemed like shooting stars and he observed them with hazy eyes.

"You had such a fun time today, didn’t you?"

Natsuo turned his attention to Ayumi in front of him, who was wearing a dark dress.

"Is that a bad thing?" Natsuo asked.

"Shh!" Ayumi hushed and nodded at Jiro, who was sleeping in the middle of white sheets.

"You don't want him to hear you, right?" Ayumi asked with the lights of the city reflecting from her black eyes.

Natsuo stared dumbfounded at Ayumi's pale face and her long flowing hair. He remembered holding her lifeless and drenched corpse in his arms. He knew that she had been buried in the frozen ground, but there she was, smiling with her red-painted lips.

"Are you a - ?"