Toobo

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul.

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“Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. 

I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. 

I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.”

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As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. 

I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. 

Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. 

She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered.

Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. 

I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. 

But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter.

A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. 

Together we laughed, alone I cried. 

Together we laughed, alone I cried. 

But I think we also loved. 

I think. 

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This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

Miho the Killer

I greeted Miho as soon as I woke up. I didn't bother to check the time but the shade of the sun shining through the window told me it was late morning, close to noon. My lover laid next to me but turned away facing the other side. I ran my hand along the curve of her bare back. I knew she was awake but too shy to speak. I smiled and slid off the bed, deciding to let my sweet lady bask in embarrassment on her own.

I put on my clothes and opened the minibar in this little motel room we stayed. There was a bottle of water and two cans of barley tea left. I took the tea out and walked back to bed, and placed the cold aluminum on the back of Miho's neck.

She squealed and curled up her body. Adorable.

"Better drink something. You will get dehydrated."

We certainly needed it after last night.

My Everything