This choice: Chihaya gets a strange vision of a shrunken Akira on her shoe. • Go Back...Chapter #9In Soviet Japan, Fortune Finds You! by: Silverhammer   Chihaya relaxed in her usual booth in the corner of the cafe and sipped her coffee, savoring the flavor of it. She knew that this cafe didn't have the best reputation, and food critics generally lambasted it, but at the end of the day, it was alright by her. She supposed it was an acquired taste.
I wonder if Akira would like to come here with me, she wondered as she idly slid one of her feet in and out of her shoe- an unconscious habit of hers whenever she was deep in thought. And why am I thinking about him so much today?
Chihaya nearly choked on her coffee as a vision suddenly flooded her mind.
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Down below the table, Akira desperately clung to the blue fabric of Chihaya's stocking, trying desperately not to fall into the shoe below. "Chihaya-san! Help me!" He cried out to the oblivious giantess. Unfortunately, between the distance from her ears and the noise of the cafe, Akira's puny shout did not reach her.
His arms gave way and he tumbled into Chihaya's empty high heel. It did not smell nearly as bad as Akira feared; Chihaya had many faults, but a lack of good hygiene was not among them. However, that was the least of Akira's worries, as he stared up in horror at the nylon clad digits still absently gripping the mouth of the shoe.
"Chihaya, stop!" Akira pleaded. "I'm in here!"
Yet again his cries went unheard as the foot awkwardly forced its way back in, smothering Akira as it forced him towards the tip of the shoe. Finished with her coffee, Chihaya reluctantly rose from her seat to return to work outside, unaware of the torment she was putting her teenage friend through.
No one ever heard from Akira Kurusu again.
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Chihaya blinked, trying to make sense of what she had just seen.
Random visions of Akira were nothing unusual for her as of late. However, they usually consisted of her asking him if he liked older women and him responding with an enthusiastic "Hell yes!" and ripping off his shirt. They weren't usually this... strange. Or fraught with peril.
Feeling somewhat foolish, Chihaya leaned over and looked at her foot under the table.
Her jaw dropped.
"A... Akira-kun?!"
Just as her vision portended, there her friend was, inexplicably bug sized and clinging to the top of her foot.
"Um... hi... Chihaya," Akira greeted, out of breath.
Acting quickly, Chihaya gently grabbed Akira and placed him on the table.
"What in tha Sam Hill is goin' on?" Chihaya demaded. "How'd ya get so tiny, an' why were ya' crawlin' on me?!"
"Um..." Akira stammered, taken aback.
Mindful of the stares she was getting from other patrons, Chihaya took a deep breath and composed herself.
"Forgive me, Akira, I slipped into my old dialect for a moment," Chihaya said softly as she leaned down to inspect him. "But seriously. You. Tiny. Explain."
"I was here with a friend, and I shrank," Akira explained with a shrug. "Listen, did you see a girl leave when you came here? Pink sweater, unusually fluffy hair?"
"Oh yes, I did," Chihaya confirmed with a nod. "She seemed quite out of place. And more than a little upset, now that I think about it."
"Crap, she must think I ditched her," Akira sighed. "Can you take me to her? She might still be out there."
Chihaya nodded and was about to pick Akira back up when another vision came to her.
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"HARU! HARU I'M RIGHT HERE! LOOK DOWN!"
Haru didn't look down, nor did she seem to hear or notice him in any way. Instead, she took a step towards the door, the foot that crushed Akira's phone now accidentally bowling him over.
"HARUUUAAARRGH!"
Bouncing across the linoleum floor and rolling a few times, Akira came to a stop flat on his back, his body battered and bruised, his school uniform torn, and his fake glasses long since fallen from his face and presumably gone the way of his phone, destroyed beyond recognition by the oblivious heiress. Said oblivious heiress walked directly over Akira, narrowly avoiding crushing him a third time and giving him a view beneath her skirt that he was far too dazed and terrified to contemplate.
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Chihaya massaged her temples as she recovered from her vision and took another look at Akira, noticing for the first time just how banged up he was.
"She hurt you," Chihaya said with a frown.
"Not on purpose," Akira insisted. "Seriously, Haru wouldn't hurt a fly. She just didn't know I was there. And I'm worried about her being in the red light district by herself. Can you help me?"
Chihaya pondered what Akira was asking her to do. On the one hand, the girl was probably worried about her friend, and Akira was obviously worried about her being in the bad part of town alone. On the other hand, Chihaya didn't know who this "Haru" was, Akira was becoming increasingly important to her, and Haru nearly crushed him at least once already.
She took in Akira's tiny form again. He's actually really cute like this!
Akira noticed Chihaya's smile. Something about it set him on edge.
"Um... Chihaya-san?"
"Akira-kun, how do you feel about older women?"
"Wait, what?" Akira was thrown by the change of subject.
"Ugh, never mind," Chihaya said with a grimace. "Forget I said that. But, um..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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