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I stopped posting my art.. and all I do here is look through my messages. LOL.

I have a lot of art to post, too.

And a lot of shit to tell you guys. ):

agh agh agh.

I think I'm ugly.
And nobody wants to love me.
Just like her, I want to be pretty.
I want to be /pretty/.
Don't lie to my face, 'cause I /know/ I'm /ugly/.

Time to fap to my imagination.

SIKE.

Time to take a shitload of pills. o___o

It's like I have AIDS. -____________-

Except I don't have AIDS at all.

"Jesus Christ. Why do they need to put all this useless shit in the storage room? My new clothes are getting dirty. This is child abuse. No wait. Am I old enough to take care of myself yet?" Yuusuke said to himself, as he dusted his clothes. He wore a white wifebeater and basketball shorts. He didn't have many clothes, but that wifebeater and those basketball shorts were with him for the least amount of time. Dressing like this was never going to get Yuusuke a girl. But it was fine. He didn't want one (yet). He was satisfied with his life so far and anything new in his routine would just be plain silly. Everyday, Yuusuke has adventures in the storage, but this storage was different. He didn't go in this storage room as much as the others, but he HAS been in it long enough to be familiar with everything.

Although this was Yuusuke's family's storage, there was always an old hobo that snuck inside the storage room to play the piano. And that hobo knew his way around the storage better than Yuusuke.

"Yah, old man. Do you know where the old fridge is?"

Instead of saying anything, the hobo pointed to back near the left-hand corner.

"Uhm. Thanks," Yuusuke said as he ventured on to the back.

As he searched for a small refrigerator, he passed by an old, large box in the corner of the storage room. The box was marked all over with weird foreign letters. Once in a while, the letters would glow. . . like an idle computer's power button. Inside, he found a cold, breathing body wrapped in a red silk ribbon long enough to cover ever bit of skin. Curiously, he unwrapped the cold body to find a young woman.

He leaned close to her face. She was pale. Her eyelashes were long, and her lips were red. Yuusuke brought his fingers to her lips and in a split second, the young woman's eyes opened wide as she took a deep, first breath.

"OH HOLY SHIT!" he screamed as he fell backwards.

The young woman sat up. She noticed a tattoo of a purple butterfly on Yuusuke's right arm, and she couldn't look away. The remaining ribbons that covered her fell and exposed her erect nipples. Yuusuke, nervous, looked away with a hand to his mouth. His face was burning. Perhaps this was his first time looking at a woman. But, he couldn't look away for long, and his eye gradually moved back to the girl. She then stood up and the ribbons automatically wrapped around her and pulled her back down. Only then did she say anything.

"Agh!" she screamed. "Please, please. Can you help me?" Her voice was soft, with a small hint of a rasp.

Yuusuke ran towards the girl, "H-how can I help you?"

Instead of answering, she stared down the lid that covered the box she had laid in.

"Oh, uhm, uh.." Yuusuke went as he grabbed the lid. He looked at it slowly and carefully, eyeing the lid from top to bottom on the back and the front. "Ah! I found something!"

"One thing can set me free.
And when it should be done,
It'll be the dreadfully romantic idea
that there could be only one."

"Now how the fuck will I ever figure this out? It's so vague, it could be talking about anything!"

Yuusuke looked back at the girl, who stuck her lips out, a motion for a kiss. Once again, he reached out his hand to touch her lips.

The girl gasped for another breath of air, "JUST FUCKING KISS ME."

Startled, the girl grabbed his head and forced his lips on hers. Yuusuke didn't bother resisting. In fact, he was enjoying this. When they finished exchanging saliva, the ribbons that were once wrapped around the young woman's body unraveled and flew towards Yuusuke.

"So. . . with this kiss, you'll be set free?" He said, smiling. The feeling of saving a life left him uncomfortably positive.

". . . And you will be forever trapped in my place." she told him.

The ends of Yuusuke's mouth dropped. "Oh. Uhm. Well. . . No worries!"

The young woman was confused. Yuusuke wasn't mad, he didn't burst into tears. He was calm with all this shit happening to him.

"I already lived my life. Being trapped in this box has deprived you of living, and I'd be more than happy to give you that opportunity." he smiled bigger than before, except there were tears in his eyes.

The young woman felt guilty. Before Yuusuke was fully wrapped in ribbon, she screamed out to him.

"IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER, WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER SOON!"

Yuusuke smiled. "Of course we will. So until we meet again, I will have to say goodbye for now. Hopefully, being trapped in this box won't change me."

The girl cried in guilt. "Goodbye. . ."

"Yuusuke," he told her.

". . Yuusuke." she finished.

"And goodbye to you too. . ." Yuusuke said. And the box closed on him.

". . . Midori." she cried.

~~~

After a short while, the old hobo walked up to Midori. "You know, I tried to kiss you and more. It didn't work. HAHA. I guess I wasn't your true love."

Midori's heart dropped to her stomach. She just sent her true love to die in a burning pit of fire. Until he is free, he will burn for years, darkening his kind, innocent soul.

Without hesitating, she ripped open the box and tried to kiss him free, but it was too late. His soul changed. He was no longer hers.

TO BE CONTINUED

exceptnotbecausethissucksassanditwillnevereverbecontinuedprobablyever

The end.