Ulala's Rumor
“If we live in a world where rumors can come true...maybe we also live
in one where dreams are a possibility.”
It was this thought that had run through Ulala’s mind for nearly three
weeks. Over and over again the thought spun in her mind, a source of
obsession since she learned of the mysterious power of rumors in the
world in which she lived. She had never thought it possible that such
a thing could really exist, but when she saw the man come to her and
sell guns in the bar, she had become a believer. Rumors were real.
From the second they were started they became as true as any fact, and
the world seemed to bend around the wishes and desires of whatever the
rumor may be. At first it was a little frightening, which is why Ulala
had taken so long to do what she did. In the beginning she was afraid
of what the rumor spreading would do, but as she saw the others spread
rumor after rumor seemingly without a care, she grew to trust and even
have faith within the system. It wasn’t long before she decided to
undertake a rumor of her own, one that she had hoped and dreamed for
for some time.
Ulala was seated upon a large couch in a local hotel, her right hand
perched around the stem of a tall glass of wine. The wine was rich and
red, though its color was difficult to make out inside the darkness.
In the hotel room in which she sat, all the lights had been turned
off, and only a few candles gave illumination in the dark, black
night. There was a candle by the entrance door and a candle in the
bathroom, and finally there were two in the extra room where the bed
laid, one on each side. Ulala smiled to herself, and from her seat on
the couch she regarded the second door which led to the bedroom. It
was a good bit more expensive to rent the larger hotel room for the
night, but when push came to shove she was happy she had spent the
money. The hotel room looked more open in the current setup, and for
that particular night she wanted nothing to be cramped.
Without a sound Ulala sipped a little at the wine she held in her
hand. Hotel wine, not very good, but it made up for it by being twice
as expensive as a normal wine. The bottle she had opened had been set
at the edge of the coffee table, where it laid alongside another glass
like hers, although empty. At first Ulala struggled to not open the
bottle until the time had come, but the nerves that shot through her
body forced a quick reprieve of the self-imposed doctrine. Her current
goal was to only have one glass before the time came, and so far it
seemed attainable. In ten minutes time she had only emptied half a
glass, and it was soon the time she had waited for. Seemingly without
a care she glanced at her watch, and smiled.
Four minutes. Knowing the way the rumors worked, it would happen just
as she instructed it, precisely on the dot and without any wavering
from what she set up. A momentary pang of guilt was sent through her,
but she tried hard to shake it off with another long sip from her
wine.
“It’s all right.” Her mind told itself, and she closed her eyes as she
thought. “Nothing wrong with what you’ve done. You deserve this.”
She took another drink of wine, to help her swallow her thoughts. She
had spread the rumor just that very afternoon, at only a quarter until
five. It was now two in the morning, and the rumor certainly must have
flowed through the city by now. It was a simple rumor, but still Ulala
wondered if it would actually work. She had only seem the rumors take
effect on a larger scale, and the notion of causing rumors about
someone’s romantic entanglements was a trade entirely unknown to her.
A lot could go wrong, if it even worked at all. The fat man at the
detective agency had told her that repeatedly, but despite his
warnings she wanted nothing more than to continue. Now her mind was
beginning to worry, and she could only drink to ease the pressure.
Another long sip on her wine, and she noticed her glass had finally
become empty. Another glance of her watch revealed a time of two
minutes and counting to her, so she decided she could tough the rest
of the time out without the aide of more booze. She wanted to be alert
when and if it happened, and she was afraid anything more than one
drink might come to effect her judgment. She set the glass down
alongside the other empty one, and waited.
Her hands folded down into her lap, and she sighed a bit, wondering if
what she had chosen to wear was appropriate. Her outfit was casual but
not so slacked as it usually was, for she went out of her way to
choose clothes that both showed off her body and kept a touch of
class. The result was a thick white sweater that clung tightly to her
form, and a pair of equally tight jeans that clung snugly to her legs.
She questioned again in regard to her outfit, and wondered if it was
nearly as good as she first thought. Anyone could tell she was trying
to dress as someone she’s not, but these were odd circumstances. Blue
jeans and a sweater were hardly on the list of Ulala’s favorite
clothes, but it was all she could think of without flaunting herself
openly. She preferred tight clothes to revealing clothes, and loved to
be covered fully in cloth, whenever it was possible. She sighed, and
picked a particularly long string from the bottom hem of her sweater.
She tossed it aside, and looked to her watch once more.
One minute. Crunch time, she thought to herself, and finally rose up
from her seat on the couch. She walked swiftly over to where the hotel
door stood, and made a point to check herself in the wall mirror. Her
hair was as normal and her lipstick had been left out from her
appearance, she looked a bit more sociable than she usually attempted
to. She sighed, and tilted her head to regard her appearance just once
more. It wasn’t beautiful, but...she wasn’t a beautiful woman. After a
second’s thought she disregarded her appearance and turned again to
the door, hoping and praying that her meager appearance would somehow
be enough.
Thirty seconds. Soon she’d find out if the rumor she spread worked,
soon she’d discover whether or not she could control people’s emotions
using the system. She forced down another pang of guilt, and just for
clarification’s sake went over what she told the fat detective to
spread.
“Spread a rumor that Maya,” Her own words recanted in her head. “Is in
love with her best friend. She’s going to tell her how she feels
tonight, at the Shazaki hotel, at two in the morning.”
Ulala felt a lump grow in her throat as she went over the words once
again, and she could feel her fists tighten into small, white-knuckled
balls. She bit down on her lower lip, as the clock continued to tick.
Five. She swallowed hard, and she could feel her heart begin to beat
against her chest with every tick of the clock.
Four. Her mind reeled in the possibilities.
Three. Her mind left possibilities and ventured upon what could go
wrong, her heart sank with the sudden suffocating thought.
Two. Her heart was raised by the thought of Maya, and what it would be
like when she knocked on the door.
One. A knock sounded throughout the room, and Ulala nearly fell from
her standing position. A part of her had guessed it wouldn’t have
worked, and that part seemed to take over to handle the surprise at
the knock that came. Ulala swallowed hard again, her throat was dry
and her lips were chapped. She needed another drink. With her mind
somewhat blank she reached out to the doorknob, and slowly wrapped her
fingers around the handle. With a subtle pull, she opened it, and
there stood the object of both her rumor, and her dream.
Maya stood dressed in her normal attire, the stylish teen cowboy
jacket with a short skirt and long leather boots. Her hair was pulled
back in its regular fashion, as well, though in her pale hands she
held what appeared to be a single rose. Without a word Maya looked up
to Ulala, and slowly tilted her head to the side. She said nothing the
entire time, and Ulala was left struggling for things to say.
“Maya...” She spoke quietly, and reached a hand up to gently rub
behind her head. “W...What a surprise!”
Maya took a silent step forward, the only noise coming from her
movement being the soft sound of her leather boot stepping upon the
hotel room’s carpet. She looked at Ulala with an emotionless face, and
slowly reached out the hand that held the rose. It was bright red with
a long green stem, and when Ulala reached out to take it she could
feel the nubs of where thorns once were, but were obviously removed in
the interest of comfort. She took the rose to her stomach, and looked
at Maya with a sideways glance.
“Th...thank you.” She whispered, quietly, and ventured to ask what she
was so curious about. Had the rumor worked, or was it just a misled
vision? She spoke in a whisper, her voice meek and almost below
hearing. “Does...does this mean that you...love-”
Her words were cut off as Maya took another step in the room, and
suddenly reached out with both of her small hands. She placed them
directly on either side of Ulala’s cheeks, and then pulled the other
girl close to her own face. Without a word or a warning Maya forced
Ulala into a kiss, a slow, deep kiss that made the taller girl tremble
so much the rose nearly fell from her fingers.
She could feel Maya’s lips on her own, she could feel her tongue
playing with hers. She could taste her mouth, and she could smell her
hair. The other girl’s fingertips were burning into her flesh, and
pensively all she could do was stand there without motion, her mind
reeling and her senses in shock. Her hands hung limp at her side,
still grasping the rose, and her back bent crudely to meet the kiss
she had been pulled to. She kissed back as best she could, but in her
state of shock she was able to do little than weakly lap at Maya’s
tongue as it crossed over her own. Before long the kiss ended, and
Maya’s hands dropped down, one to her waist, and the other to Ulala’s
left hand. She took a firm grip of the taller girl’s fingers and
immediately started walking towards the bedroom, her grip firm and
tight and her mouth still silent.
Ulala was obediently drug along with Maya, her mind still too shaken
to accurately react to what had happened. In the state she was in she
questioned even the single drink she had taken, for even it seemed to
dull her senses more than the situation would permit. She stumbled
blindly along with Maya, past the wine and past the candles, to where
the bedroom door laid. Without a sound Maya forcefully drug her past
the door jamb and fully into the bedroom, where her arms snapped
around the taller girl’s body and pulled her once again into a long,
deep kiss.
Ulala managed to react this time with some effort, as she felt her
fingers drop Maya’s rose and reached up to course around the girl’s
back. Her own hands pushed down into the leather of Maya’s jacket,
while she still felt the smaller girl’s touch burn into the sides of
her cheeks. She managed to do a better job kissing back this time
around, but even still when the kiss was broken her lips were left
numb with the sensation of Maya that remained. She absently reached up
to touch a finger to her lips, but before she had made contact Maya’s
hands were on her again, this time fiercely grabbing at her sweater
and pulling it up with effort and lust.
Before long Ulala’s sweater had been totally thrown aside, and the
taller girl was left in nothing but her bra. She felt Maya’s hands
still on top of her body, this time coursing along her flesh and
searing in long streaks down her waist and back. She trembled and let
her arms fall limp at her sides, her head falling back and opening in
a desperate moan. Her body trembled and her skin began to ripple with
goose bumps, and in a second’s time she could feel Maya’s mouth upon
her neck, kissing and sucking at the flesh that laid beneath her chin.
Ulala did her best to raise her arms to grip gently at the fabric of
Maya’s coat, but each time she made an attempt to hold the fabric
Maya’s tongue coursed down along her flesh, and her ability to
concentrate was shattered and broken.
Maya’s fingers continued to rub and squeeze at certain parts of her
anatomy, and before long the touch of fingernails locking around the
top rim of her bra could be felt. Without effort they pulled the
garment down, and in as quickly an instant Maya’s mouth was upon them,
her tongue pressing deep down into Ulala’s flesh, leaving a thin trail
of moisture across the upper rip of her left breast. She could feel
fingers upon her breasts, squeezing and twisting with lust and desire,
and every now and again her knees went weak with the touch of moisture
that Maya’s tongue continued to leave. She could feel fingertips
coursing up and down the large muscles in her arms, teasing and
nipping at the strong flesh before returning to the form of Ulala’s
well-developed chest.
She then felt Maya’s fingers grip the button on her jeans, and her
eyes suddenly opened wide with realization. Maya’s fingers worked
deftly at the buckle in the denim and as they did so words flashed in
Ulala’s mind, threatening and vicious words that were bent on making
her realize what had been done. Her mouth opened wide in a gasp as she
realized them, and she quickly brought a hand to her mouth in thought.
“Not right...” Her mind spoke in a whisper, a taunting sound that made
the tall girl tremble. “You’re raping your best friend...she doesn’t
really love you...rapist...rapist...”
Without a second thought Ulala reached out and pushed Maya away. The
smaller girl fell back and onto the bed, and by the look in her eyes
it seemed as if she took it as an aggressive sexual advance. She laid
back on the bed as she regarded Ulala, and let her own hands travel
down along her body, lewdly gripping at her breasts behind her jacket,
and even going to the point of beginning to lift her skirt, to reveal
what laid beneath.
“N...No!” Ulala nearly shouted, and quickly turned away. “I can’t do
this!” Her words rung out loudly, and she quickly fled from the room.
She rushed as fast as she could towards the exit to the hotel room,
and though she was naked from the waist up, she had to leave as
quickly as possible. With no other option she grabbed the long, dark
trench coat she had worn over, and wrapped it as tightly around her
body as she could. She fled from the hotel room, and eventually the
hotel itself. Maya was left in the bedroom alone, confused. She looked
down to the floor where the rose laid undamaged, and reached slowly
down to pick it up again.
Ulala’s feet sounded loud as she ran across the city streets, as
quickly as she could for the detective’s office. It was two fifteen in
the morning, but if he was any kind of investigator he would be there
by now anyway. She had to stop the rumor, she had to do something to
make things right again. She burst through the door to the fat
detective’s office, and breathed a long sigh of relief as she saw him
in the far corner, putting on his coat and hat.
“You!” She nearly shouted, and dashed over to where he stood. She
reached out and grabbed him hard along the collar with both hands, and
with tears running down her face proceeded to speak in an upset tone.
“I...you...rumor...” Her words were hard to make out, as her tears
were choking at her throat. “You have to stop the rumor! It’s not
right...not...right!” The fat man looked at her with a confused look,
and slowly reached up to adjust the rim of his glasses.
“Ulala...” He spoke quietly. “I haven’t spread it yet.” To this
Ulala’s face dropped, and a wave of confusion rocked throughout her
body.
“You what?” She spoke harshly, and raised an eyebrow at the statement.
The fat man sighed a little, and shook his head slowly.
“I had a lot to do today. I’m sorry, but I never got around to it.” He
reached up to put his hat atop his head, and shrugged off the hands of
Ulala on his collar. “I’ll spread your rumor tomorrow Ulala, I
promise.”
“N...No!” Ulala quickly stated, and her eyes lit up with pleasure. She
smiled happily and put her hands once more on the fat detective, but
this time in a gigantic hug which made the larger man pause for a
second. “Don’t spread it!” Ulala shouted cheerfully, and then looked
up to him with a smile beaming from cheek to cheek.
“Don’t!” She reiterated, and then quickly dashed to the far end of the
room. “Don’t!” The word was repeated once more, and she immediately
left the room. The door slammed hard behind her, leaving the detective
all alone. He rolled his eyes, and worked to buttoning up his coat.
“Weirdo.” He commented wryly, and reached down for his umbrella.
The door to the hotel room was opened without much sound, for Ulala
was taking every caution to move as silently as her friend did
earlier. The room looked unchanged, but it was now two forty-five, and
the candles were nearing the end of their lifetime. Ulala quickly
slipped past the table and into the set apart bedroom, where a form
was laying in bed. To her right she saw Maya’s jacket and skirt neatly
folded and set upon a chair, while her boots rested at the floor
below. As if she had made more noise than imaginable, the form in the
bed began to stir. Under the covers Maya rose, and she looked up at
Ulala with a faint smile on her face. From the look of the situation
she was bare under the covers, and as she sat up in bed she held the
blanket across her chest, modestly covering what she so shamelessly
flaunted earlier. Ulala could feel her cheeks burning red, and she
stepped slowly forward into the room.
“How did you know...?” Was all she could ask, her hands motioning out
in a futile gesture. “How did you know...what time...and what
place...if I didn’t spread the rumor?”
Maya gave no verbal reply, but instead reached down into the blanket
and held out a piece of paper. A crumbled, slightly torn piece she
held out for Ulala to see, and she spread it apart so she could get a
good look. A smile played on her lips, and she watched Ulala’s
reaction with interest.
“That’s...” The tall girl took another step forward. “That’s
my...draft. Of what I was going to spread.” She suddenly blushed, and
look towards where Maya still laid.
“Does this mean you love me?” Her question was this time allowed to be
asked in full, and this time the answer could be relied upon as truth.
Ulala waited with tension as to what the answer would be, and then her
heart leapt as she finally heard Maya speak to her that night.
“That’s the rumor.” The black haired girl smiled gently, and opened up
the blanket to reveal the other side of the bed. In Ulala’s place a
single rose laid, the same rose Maya had given her before. Ulala
looked to the other girl, laying in the bed, and smiled.
Her fingers reached up, and began to undo the buttons of her jacket.
She worked it down and let it fall to the floor, and slowly began to
make her way into bed.
“I love you too.” She spoke quietly, and then slipped into Maya’s
arms.
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