Run Over Chapter 3.6

The Traducer
Chapter 3 Part 6

Minato's words disturbed me, forcing my thoughts to spin at a terrible speed.

"Listen, we'll just rest."

"What? Drop it, are you not a man or something? I know all you guys and your secret desires."

"Okay, let's say it's too late for us to return, it'll be one in the morning soon, maybe even two. I guess we can sleep here, fine."

"Ugh, d.a.m.n you. Just come on."

What does she want me to do?

I began to panic.

"Well, I've never been to such places either."

"I'm talking about something else."

I was taken by my hand. Minato's cool, smooth fingers touched my hand. Her thin, white fingers squeezed between mine. Her small pale hand wrapped around my right hand, that was able to pull anything out of anyone. From the unexpectedness, my head began to spin.

Minato dragged me behind her. My mind was concentrated on my right hand, and my heart trembled restlessly. As if it obtained its own life, my hand began to furiously pulse, and Minato definitely felt it. The girl turned towards me with a silent question in her eyes.

My face was on fire. With no strength to look into her eyes, I tried to look away. I outlined the wallet in my right pocket with my fingers. The money sat tightly in it – a large bundle that I collected for today. How else, I was planning on getting home on a taxi. I don't have my own money, so I have no other options.

With a shaky gait, following the hand holding me, I walked into the elevator. It climbed to the first floor, and we saw detailed information at the reception, that we couldn't see from the outside. There was no doorman here unlike in a normal hotel. Instead, the reception had a machine, similar to an ice machine from the game center, and on it were pictures of the hotel rooms.

I used to think that you could only find rooms with a vulgar pink theme here, but a large number of the rooms looked quite normal. The panels with free rooms, glowed faintly. Minato chose one, pressed on the b.u.t.ton, and after a short beep the check came out. Minato quickly glanced at the sheet and crumpled it in her hand.

My heart was pounding wildly – the pulse rattled in my head. Having made a few steps in the hallway, we walked back into the elevator. Third floor. The elevator rose up so quickly, that the blood fell to my legs, and it seemed as if I was swimming in water.

In grave silence, we walked down the dimly lit corridor. Rows of doors lined up on the left and right. Minato was still leading me by her hand, and after walking by a few of the rooms, we walked into one of them.

The room didn't stand out in any way, it was completely normal. Except the automatic cash machine that looked like it was from a parking lot for cars or bikes, spoiled the picture. The interior was exactly the same as it was on the picture by the reception. For some reason, there was a microwave and fridge here, which weren't even in some normal hotels. To the side of the entrance there was something like a kitchen, straight forward a shower was seen, and a bit further was a double bed, intended for the sleep of a man and a woman together.

Minato and me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Let's take a shower first?…" Minato turned to me, still holding onto my hand. Things were getting worse.

Looking away and staying silent, I nodded a few times, after which I let go of Minato and stuffed my hand in my pocket. My palm sweated heavily, I had to wipe it on the fabric. I turned towards the bed, away from the girl, and a rustling of clothes was heard straight away.

"Hey," I muttered without turning around. "Why are you changing here?"

"There's no changeroom here."

From the unexpected information, my head almost popped. I stepped to the side so as not to block the girl's path, and sat on the floor there, where I wouldn't see Minato without clothes. The floor turned out to be covered with a cheap carpet.

"Go faster."

"Uh-uh."

Sitting on the floor, I waited until the shower lock clicked, and scratching my head, began to loiter around the room, without the strength to calm down. My gaze rushed back and forth. The fridge had the most normal drinks, but with sky-high price tags. By it were toys with horrible forms. In the closet hung costumes for cosplay, which could be taken in rent.

When I turned on the tv, a p.o.r.n star was breathing heavily on it. Out of the shower door, the sounds of water were heard. I felt uneasy.

I laid out a futon on the bed and lay down on the edge. I took out the belt from my jeans, pulled out my wallet and mobile phone from the pockets, took off my hoodie and threw them off the bed.

What for? Why? What will happen next?

A great question mark pushed out all thoughts from my head.

Why is Minato doing all this?

Because she wanted to destroy the cla.s.s, and here I turned up, who is so easy to control? If it's only this, she wouldn't have to do what she's doing now. And there is nothing to love me for. For such an unfriendly, perverted garbage like me, she was "too perfect". Minato fulfilled my wishes, treated me carefully, perfectly complemented me, in short, she "behaved too well".

And.

If we suddenly hook-up, what will happen to us next?

We will take it together, fully and completely. In some way, we will have a love. For me, it will become the symbol of end. And I wouldn't be able to live through it.

Silence during dinners with my parents in my now empty house. This image, firmly stuck in my head, gave way to another, foreshadowing an early end.

"I'm done."

Hearing Minato's voice by the bed, I tore my head from the futon. Minato was in her undergarments, and I turned away at once.

"Get dressed."

"There's nothing to get dressed in."

"There's some costumes for rental there. Choose whatever you want."

"E-e-eh."

Minato ignored me and climbed under the futon as she was. I moved to the edge of the bed, but since I was already there from the very beginning, I risked to fall down.

"Idzono-kun, you don't like me?"

"I wouldn't say so…"

Her voice came from right behind me, but I didn't turn around. The switch near the head of the bed clicked, and the lights turned off.

"Then, you like me?"

"I wouldn't say so…"

I was afraid to shorten the distance between us. I was afraid to reach the target. The further away the target, the calmer I became. Even in the drop into the abyss, I would find something pleasant.

"I want to be loved. And you seem to love me very much, Idzono-kun."

"How erotic," I joked, unable to withstand such a straightforward statement.

"In any case you will love me very soon. You will love me, think only of me, go crazy because of me. You wouldn't be able to live without my love, you will want me. And then you will certainly become happy."

And here I was embraced by a girl's hand. My muscles weren't very good, so I felt the thin fingers touching my bulging ribs. And then – a soft touch to my back. How awkward.

My strength left me. When I looked at the headboard, the electronic clock showed almost two am.

The girl's palm warmed me pleasantly.

I didn't have the time to notice, as I fell asleep.

Edited by:Akshaythedon