I'm sorry for delaying so much with Death Arts Competition, but a free artist basically do what they want hahaha. This one at least does not have a hard story line. Chapter 2 is already done, i'll release it in a few days, one week at most.
Stories about experiences of Sanae and her friend and mentor Daichi: hunting girls, violating them, turning them to stone, to life statues. Chapters are not time-linear....a life statue’s posture and experience is supposed to represent an eternal state, one lyric, or one word, or one verse with a meaning.
Sanae and the Life Statues
Chapter 1 - Valentine’s Day Cookies and Tea
It was evening before Valentine's Day. The plain cute long-haired 9th grader Yuki had anxiously been preparing the kitchen. Bowls, mixers, Flour, sugar... Pepper? Anything that might be used to make the Valentine's Day Cookies for a boy you like. There was only one thing she didn't have were cookie cutters, but Sanae promised to bring them. ‘What if she forgets them?’ was the thought that made Sanae depressed, but didn't make her stop. ‘I must prepare everything’ she thought as she repeatedly kept on checking and moving the cookie equipment, ingredients and just cleaning the kitchen. In other words, making the environment as suitable for cooking as it could be.
When she heard the door bell, it made her happy, though she was worried it might be somebody else but Sanae, which would mean she’d have to wait again. She yelled:
“Just a second!” as she was wiping the glass table dry to make it look clear. And then she set up the cloth on it and unlocked the door.
On the door was Sanae, the naturally straight long haired beauty of her age, carrying a full linen bag. They both had black hair, which was one of the things connecting them emotionally, except that Yuki’s hair was plain shaped, while Sanae’s was very straight and looked like a piece of gothic art.
“How are you?” Yuki shyly and anxiously asked, not wanting to jump on the subject of cookie cutters immediately.
“I’m fine. I brought a lot of ingredients.” She answered while taking off her boots. “How about Yuki? How was your day at school?”
“Same… I guess. Did you talk to your parents about…? You know.”
“Transferring to your school? I did. They’re surprised, but it’s not like them to be at home. It will take a while, but I should be able to talk them into transferring me.”
‘The way you talk, Sanae…’ Yuki thought. She didn’t know what exactly she liked about the way Sanae talked, but: ‘I wish I could talk just like you, Sanae. You’re not shy and you sound so grown up. You’re smart too…’ She didn’t think of the possibility that she liked Sanae because she was helping her with a very personal secret. They even addressed each other without honorifics.
“Did you… Bring the…” Yuki asked. Sanae waited a few seconds before responding.
“Bring what, Yuki?” Sanae inquired while taking of her jacket. Yuki knew the question was meant to help her dealing with her shyness.
“Cookie cutters. Or molds.”
“I brought them. Both.” Said Sanae with a bright smile. Yuki smiled too, as finally her worries were through. She had all ingredients crucial for making cookies, many more, and Sanae brought some herself.
“Let’s begin!” Sanae requested. They got to making cookies.
They thought up a plan. Sanae seemed to be the leader, but she encouraged Yuki to participate and show creativity in cookie ideas. Finally they decided to make vanilla cookies with minced orange peeling, because they liked oranges. Then, Yuki was making the cookies, and Sanae was giving advice and some directions. In the end they had orange-ish, flower-shaped cookies and they tasted great.
Sanae slept over because Yuki felt sad. All the time. She was seriously in love with a boy It started for no particular reason. It was pain for her, day after day, for the past 2 months. She told him a month before that she loved him, through a love letter. He wrote her a letter back, politely denying her, saying she shouldn’t waste her time to someone who can’t like her back. Ever since then, Sanae had been her shoulder to cry on and a helping push to climb back to the mountain.
As Yuki still couldn’t get him out of her head, and actually planned to do the confession on the Valentine’s Day and not 2 months before, Sanae suggested baking cookies as a symbolic parting gift to the issue. The next day, however, she didn’t give him the cookies. That wasn’t even the plan. She would carry them in her bag just so that she wouldn’t have to go back home to pick them up, before going to Sanae’s place to eat them. There is no point in giving cookies to someone who already rejected you. It’s a way of 2 girls to have fun and put some laugh into misery.
It was a sunny day of February as Yuki would happily walk the streets, looking forward to seeing Sanae. ‘The air feels so good since we became friends, Sanae.’ She felt a little hungry, but relaxation filled her stomach. She had plenty of fun making the delicious art, and she even slept over and had shower together in the morning.
When Yuki entered Sanae’s house, she wore a wide smile on her face. They said “Hi”, and didn’t talk much before sitting by the table. Sanae’s house looked quite traditional and the table in the living room was quite low. They had to kneel down, though Yuki would never have her feet under her buttocks, but on the sides. Sanae prepared tea for them to sip on, and Yuki took out the cookies and opened them. They started munching on them immediately.
It was a long silence before Yuki said.
“I feel good.” She had a smile on her face, blushing from the intensive trust she built towards Sanae. “I don’t know why I put all that emotion into making those cookies… But I’m happy I’m here.”
“I’m glad.” Sanae said. “I was kinda worried if it was the right thing to do… But it can’t hurt much, can it?”
“It does not. Besides…” Sanae blushed like crazy while continuing. “I think… I made… A best friend…. A true one.”
Sanae just smiled and put her face down a bit.
“It’s a little embarrassing.” Yuki said.
“No need to feel embarrassed. You should thank yourself. You’re the one handling your emotions.”
“Oh, I have an idea. I’ll just proudly eat this cookie and feel less embarrassed.”
When she ate the cookie, she thought ‘Perhaps I should ask a bit about Sanae? It’s her turn to get her amount of attention, isn’t it? She did so much for me.’
Yuki smiled and looked towards Sanae in order to ask her something. But she couldn’t. Her mouth just wouldn’t open. Her breath… ‘Why can’t I breathe in?’ She wondered. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t breathe. Her sight was quickly darkening, silence filled her ears.
‘What’s wrong with me?! I can’t breathe, I’ll die!’ Yuki was now in panic. ‘Am I having a stroke?!’ She thought as she remembered an episode from Doctor House. ‘Help me… I can’t breathe!!!! Sanae, do something! Help me!’ But she couldn’t see or hear anything, not even Sanae. After Yuki remembered there was some tiny creature, like an ant, on her foot, moving, and that now it had completely stopped. She still felt the ant and her weight under her legs. ‘What’s going on?! Did the time stop?! No, I need to breathe!!! The time didn’t stop, because I feel a need to breathe! Please, Sanae!!! Move!!! Help me!!! Are you frozen too?!’
It took a while for Yuki to figure out she wouldn’t die, even though she couldn’t breathe. She felt like peeing from the panic and impossibility to breathe, but nothing would happen. She didn’t stop screaming in her mind ‘Help me!!! Mom!!! Dad!!! Sanae!!! What’s going on?!! This is so irritating, this can’t be forever, no, please, don’t let this be forever!!!!!’
And from the perspective of Sanae there was a statue. A gray statue of smiling Yuki looking at her best friend. A “life statue” Only clothes weren’t turned to stone. She was even cuter this way, but Sanae progressively got into a shock.
“Daichi.” She called. “Daichi!!!”
“Hey!” A 50yo thin man strictly said from another room. “Don’t scream, you’re going to be heard.”
“I don’t feel well…”
“That’s right, you don’t. This is your first time.”
“Is it… Does the tea affect me somehow?”
“Stop it, Sanae.” Daichi was angry now. “Just stop it. Get responsible, we went through this.”
“The tea, Daichi.”
“I told you, the tea does not affect you. All that’s happening to you is you feeling what she’s feeling.”
“Uh… How long until I’m used to it? I mean… Feels like MY thoughts.”
“I’m not going through it again with you. You listened.”
“It’ll take a while before I learn to separate her mind from my own.”
“You won’t learn! Your brain will adapt.”
Yes. It was Sanae who did this to her. Daichi taught her how. For the past few days, Sanae would feel Yuki’s thoughts and was aware of all of her senses. She didn’t hear or feel the same, it was more like a deep dream. But it did not disturb her activities until she actually turned poor Yuki into stone. Besides, she drank the same tea. She knew nothing would happen to her as she wasn’t processed, but she was still worried.
Daichi took of Yuki’s clothes. Then he smeared the statue with a substance of the same color. Sanae prepared the hair dryer to help the substance dry. The substance would make it look like a realistic flawed work of masony, and Yuki could not be recognized. They would then cover it and insert it into Daichi’s truck. Daichi was officially a truck driver and there were, naturally, some more stuff in the truck. But things he hid the most were crystal meth, heroin and marijuana.
Daichi would then continue the driving, and Sanae would sit right beside him. ‘This can’t be real!!! This can’t be real!!! I’m dreaming, somebody wake me!!! I need to breathe, this is so unfomfortable!!! Mom dad mom daaad!!! Will I be like this forever!!!?’ Things that Sanae would hear and feel inside her mind all the way. It became somewhat irritating after a while, but still kept her hot between her legs. She felt uncomfortable, being like this in front of Daichi. But it would be late at night when they would be back at his place.
The same place? Of course not. Place where they hexed Yuki, it was not Sanae’s home, but an abandoned house. Daichi lived in another town, and Sanae currently didn’t have a home.
“She already suspected”, she said, tired, “that time stopped and that it might be forever. Do they normally figure that out?”
“Her thoughts give you the answer.”
“The bug stopped, all the same sensations stayed… That’s what her reasoning said, that she might have been a victim of a time stop.”
“There you go.” He said completely normally. “Yeah, they usually suspect that.”
“And now she’s worried she might have been turned into stone. How long does it take them to figure out? I mean, averagely.”
“This long. For most. But they never really know what happened unless you tell them beforehand.”
“Uhh…” She said. “I would love to try that. But it’ll be messed up.”
“It’s even more interesting if they’re in pain… But you’ll need to be patient, it’s hard to find a right person and manipulate them.”
“Soon she will recall the fairy tales and cartoons, hoping and imagining someone turning her back.” She assumed.
“Yeah.” He agreed. “That’s what normally happens.”
He’s been grumpy the whole day, but this conversation finally gave some light into his face, even though it was night.
When they did come back to his house, they left the statue in the living room. They were too tired to do anything else. Daichi showed Sanae her room.
“This is your room. I won’t disturb you here. I won’t enter without your permission. You can consider this room your personal property.”
Sanae went inside and just laid on the comfy bed, without even undressing. He said:
“You were a great partner. Truly capable. I did not expect this.”
“Thanks.” She said. It was seen on her face that she’d rather be left alone. So Daichi left.
When his footsteps faded away, she slowly and quietly took off her pants. She started getting wet again. She couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of an innocent girl crying for help… It was too arousing. Yuki’s state would never change, even if she would have been broken to tiny bits. She is doomed to see only black and feel the pressure of sitting on her legs like a casual Japanese lady. Her calling for mom, dad, Sanae, her hunch that this might be a matter of forever, her telling herself she’s dreaming… Squealing and screaming and crying inside her mind because she couldn’t squeal, scream and cry using her body. Even her eyes felt psychological pressure from the urge to cry. Progressively, but quicker than ever, Sanae would reach a climax, that would go on for minutes, as Yuki’s continuous torment would be prolonging it to be the best arousal in the world.
Sanae was Yuki in her dreams. Though, whenever she’d call out to Sanae, Sanae would woke up anxiously, reminded she herself is not Yuki. She didn’t sleep well, but at least masturbated on multiple occasions throughout the night. She woke up at 2 PM. With help of Daichi, she washed the substance off Yuki and put her into her room, behind the table. The connection with Yuki wouldn’t last forever, so in a while, she wouldn’t hear her mind anymore. That would be arousing on its own, wondering ‘How is she feeling right now?’ Other than that, it would remain a flawless, fully realistic statue of a Japanese girl talking to her best friend.