The Bishounen Diaries
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,215
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I've been writing to cleanly lately. I needed to get some filth off from my mind before I continued with my main works. There are no relations to actual people or events other than coincidental. It's ALL FICTION.
The Bishounen Diaries
月曜日 １４八月 ２０XX年
This day marked the first of the chains strapped on to the backs of those like me; those who would make their living on the screen, brightening the days of others with vicarious emotion.
I had been a bit of a hermit since the rap party on season 7 of “Hellsky” I don’t know why, but it’s become my habit of late. Filming is off for a few weeks and I spend the first indoors, lazing about, going over my finances, and shedding my character.
I’ll have my agent scout for filler roles like everyone else, but I’m not answering that damn phone until Thursday. And not before 11:00 A.M. either. I have to get my beauty sleep after all.
Today was a rainy day. As I look out the 16th story window to the city, I can see the sun beyond the storm clouds. Lightning was sparse but the flashes seemed to flood my living room in particular.
So I sat on the couch for a good two hours, my mango melon smoothie out for half of that, just staring at the black of the TV. I would turn it on, but I might as well go to a mirror. A commercial, a notification, or a rerun of anything I’ve been in would just sour my molting.
It seems I have a visitor: a lucky cricket on the television screen. I get off my couch to have a closer look. It’s not on the television, and the next flash of lightning seems to come from its mouth. I’ve got a bug on my window; just a reflection and a trick of light.
I turn to wonder how it is a cricket would be clung to my 16th story window. It was huge. Not just a trick of light and shadow. This cricket was monstrous in size. Another blinding flash of light seemed to come from its mouth and I rub my eyes to hasten the disbursing haze.
I take a second look and I was not mistaken whatsoever. Flash after flash seemed to come from this child-sized cricket’s mouth. Surely it is a dream. I put on my sunglasses so I can approach what it truly is. “Dream Demon, why do you scar my sight?”
I come close to the glass. The arms and legs all have suction cups holding it to the dotted window. The body and antennae are sheen and slick with rain. The mouth-
With another flash I would again swear it was a dream if not for the violent hike in my pulse. The creature’s mouth had the face of a girl with a camera. The flash of photography is what met me. Bizarre.
I go to the window at the edge of the room and slide it aside.
“It’s dangerous out there, come in here before you fall.”
The creature turned and snapped another photo before complying. The rain was cool and wet. Reality.
As I watch her slide over to the opening the movements are more and more human. She pops loose her suction grips on the arms and legs and stumbles on to my carpet, dripping.
“What on earth are you doing out there taking pictures of me?”
No reply, just a smile as she took off the hood of her costume. She was cute, but barely 14. It hits me.
“You must be one of those fan-girls I hear about that will do anything to see their icon.”
“Guilty!” she replied.
“It’s not safe to go about the side of a building like that, especially in the rain. How did the police not stop you from climbing up?”
“Down, you mean climbing down.” The building was 74 stories.
“I’m just impressed. Now, how did you even know I’d be in my room?”
“You always hide out at your place for a week after the shooting’s over.” She must have studied me close to know that.
“Well, I commend you on your diligence, but I can’t condone the danger you put yourself in. On the other hand, not many girls your age manage to have any extra curricular skill whatsoever. It’s usually just books, books, books.” I got a defeated look from her. “I tell you what. I won’t do anything mean like demand your camera, I’ll even get you a taxi home. But, if you insist on doing stunt work, perhaps you should give my agent a call. Talent like yours always brightens the screen.”
She didn’t say much after that. I left her on the couch and gave her some hot cocoa to warm up with. She seemed to have packed a few of her own iron rations because some Pokki sticks found their way into the drink.
The taxi buzzed up and I showed her the elevator. I used this service exclusively, so they would bill me later and get her home safe. Maybe I should go out tomorrow, keep the cabin fever off.
This day marked the first of the chains strapped on to the backs of those like me; those who would make their living on the screen, brightening the days of others with vicarious emotion.
I had been a bit of a hermit since the rap party on season 7 of “Hellsky” I don’t know why, but it’s become my habit of late. Filming is off for a few weeks and I spend the first indoors, lazing about, going over my finances, and shedding my character.
I’ll have my agent scout for filler roles like everyone else, but I’m not answering that damn phone until Thursday. And not before 11:00 A.M. either. I have to get my beauty sleep after all.
Today was a rainy day. As I look out the 16th story window to the city, I can see the sun beyond the storm clouds. Lightning was sparse but the flashes seemed to flood my living room in particular.
So I sat on the couch for a good two hours, my mango melon smoothie out for half of that, just staring at the black of the TV. I would turn it on, but I might as well go to a mirror. A commercial, a notification, or a rerun of anything I’ve been in would just sour my molting.
It seems I have a visitor: a lucky cricket on the television screen. I get off my couch to have a closer look. It’s not on the television, and the next flash of lightning seems to come from its mouth. I’ve got a bug on my window; just a reflection and a trick of light.
I turn to wonder how it is a cricket would be clung to my 16th story window. It was huge. Not just a trick of light and shadow. This cricket was monstrous in size. Another blinding flash of light seemed to come from its mouth and I rub my eyes to hasten the disbursing haze.
I take a second look and I was not mistaken whatsoever. Flash after flash seemed to come from this child-sized cricket’s mouth. Surely it is a dream. I put on my sunglasses so I can approach what it truly is. “Dream Demon, why do you scar my sight?”
I come close to the glass. The arms and legs all have suction cups holding it to the dotted window. The body and antennae are sheen and slick with rain. The mouth-
With another flash I would again swear it was a dream if not for the violent hike in my pulse. The creature’s mouth had the face of a girl with a camera. The flash of photography is what met me. Bizarre.
I go to the window at the edge of the room and slide it aside.
“It’s dangerous out there, come in here before you fall.”
The creature turned and snapped another photo before complying. The rain was cool and wet. Reality.
As I watch her slide over to the opening the movements are more and more human. She pops loose her suction grips on the arms and legs and stumbles on to my carpet, dripping.
“What on earth are you doing out there taking pictures of me?”
No reply, just a smile as she took off the hood of her costume. She was cute, but barely 14. It hits me.
“You must be one of those fan-girls I hear about that will do anything to see their icon.”
“Guilty!” she replied.
“It’s not safe to go about the side of a building like that, especially in the rain. How did the police not stop you from climbing up?”
“Down, you mean climbing down.” The building was 74 stories.
“I’m just impressed. Now, how did you even know I’d be in my room?”
“You always hide out at your place for a week after the shooting’s over.” She must have studied me close to know that.
“Well, I commend you on your diligence, but I can’t condone the danger you put yourself in. On the other hand, not many girls your age manage to have any extra curricular skill whatsoever. It’s usually just books, books, books.” I got a defeated look from her. “I tell you what. I won’t do anything mean like demand your camera, I’ll even get you a taxi home. But, if you insist on doing stunt work, perhaps you should give my agent a call. Talent like yours always brightens the screen.”
She didn’t say much after that. I left her on the couch and gave her some hot cocoa to warm up with. She seemed to have packed a few of her own iron rations because some Pokki sticks found their way into the drink.
The taxi buzzed up and I showed her the elevator. I used this service exclusively, so they would bill me later and get her home safe. Maybe I should go out tomorrow, keep the cabin fever off.