Friend in the Closet
Chapter Two
Akane lowered himself from the top of the small space and rubbed his sore joints. Humans always had a way of making tiny, uncomfortable places for monsters to inhabit. He cracked open his three, blood red eyes and looked around the enclosure. The room was enough for him to move around in comfortably, but still small. Hanging on the wall by hooks, were many articles of clothing that Akane poked and prodded before moving on. He also saw many books and magazines lying in stacks hugging the base of the walls. He picked one up and sniffed the cover. He snarled and dropped it, human stench.
He saw narrow slits of light coming from a door to his right and turned to it. The light illuminated many dust particles that swirled through the air. He stared at the particles with great interest as they rose and fell in the light. He reached out to touch one, but they didn’t appear on his skin. He cocked his head and tried again. The particles evaded his hand yet again. He frowned and continued to watch them for a minute before hearing something stir outside the door. He retreated from the light and observed outside through the slits in the door. He stood rigid in complete silence for a few minutes before coming to the conclusion that someone had shifted in their sleep. Akane approached the door and peered out. The room was dimly lit by the pale moonlight flooding in through the window. It illuminated a small bookcase filled to the brim with many books of vastly differing colors. He gently pushed against the door. It moved open without a sound. Akane dropped to all fours and crawled out of the closet. He moved with deftness and agility known only to few. To the left of the bookcase, hugging the wall as well, was a table with a dead lamp sitting on top. The lamp was tan and without decorations. Akane scowled and huffed at the lamp. He turned his head to the right and saw the window the moonlight was coming through. He went to the edge of the light and looked at the moon. It was just as large as he’d remembered. He smiled faintly and looked away. He then noticed the bed and the human in it. He crawled onto the ceiling and hung above the bed. The boy was maybe fifteen. He had light brown hair that was shortcut and thick. He a couple of zits on his face, but no moles or freckles.
Akane smirked and shook his head. He dropped from the ceiling and landed next to the bed. He rose to his feet and flexed his hands. He walked to the bedroom door and opened it slightly as if it was ajar. The hallway was painted the same color as the room, light blue. The only furniture in the hallway was a table, not unlike the one in the boy’s room. It had a single tan lamp on top, this one was alive and radiated golden light. Akane averted his eyes from the light and moved to the room directly to his left. The door was opened just enough to let light in. He opened it slightly more and slipped in.
This room was painted light pink with random horse and princess stickers scattered on the walls. Akane grimaced, he detested pink. To the left of the door was a small closet with a box set in front of the door. Next to that was a treasure chest that looked to have dolls inside it. In the left corner of the room lay many stuffed animals of varying sizes. Across from him was a table with another tan lamp, this one was dead. In the right corner was a bed with a hot pink princess blanket and a small child nestled underneath.
Akane moved to the edge of the bed and gazed at her. She had long golden hair that spread from her head like the branches of a tree. Her skin was soft to the eye and spotless. She had a single, flat mole on her right cheek, near her eye.
Akane looked at the wall to the bed’s right and saw a window with its blind shut. He looked at the foot of the bed to see a nightlight emitting a soft purple light that filled the room.
Akane, satisfied he’d seen it all, moved back out into the hallway. He moved past the lamp and to the door just beyond. He opened the door to find an ominously dark room. It had wooden planks for flooring that were extremely cold to the touch. The walls were unpainted drywall and the ceiling, boards. He looked to his right to find a man sleeping in a sleeping bag. He was shivering.
Akane grimaced at the sight and looked to the mid-right of the room. There stood a table and a single chair, but no lamp. Akane moved closer and saw many books, pamphlets, newspapers, and folders lying on the table. He skimmed through the contents and moved on. Lying next to the base of the far wall was a pile of all the tools imaginable. Akane rooted through the pile for a while, picking one up after the other to see what they were, before coming to the assumption that the man was a cleaner or repairman of some sort. In the middle of the far wall was a window without a blind. It wasn’t on the right side of the house for sunlight, so Akane could see outside. All he could see was the foliage of some great tree. He huffed and looked to the left of the window. There stood a small tool chest filled to the brim with more of the same tools as the pile.
He ignored this completely. In the back-left corner of the room stood a small bookcase stacked with repair books. Most of the covers were worn or torn. This man must’ve used them frequently.
Akane moved back into the hallway, shutting the door carefully. He followed the hallway around a corner and saw a door and a staircase leading down. He peered down the stairs and decided he’d check out what was down there in the morning. He opened the door and saw a room with white tiles lining the floor and the walls. To his immediate left was a porcelain sink that took up half of the walking room. Past that was a toilet which took up the same space. On the opposite side of the room stood a shower, its curtain closed. Akane walked to the shower and pulled back the curtain. The shower was made of the same tile, but a little dirtier.
Akane pulled the curtain back and exited the bathroom. He slunk down the hall and returned to the boy’s closet. He pulled himself up into his perch and settled down. Curling his tail around his knees, he rested his head in the crook of his arm. He sighed and closed his eyes, letting sleep overtake him.
Click here for chapter three.
Akane lowered himself from the top of the small space and rubbed his sore joints. Humans always had a way of making tiny, uncomfortable places for monsters to inhabit. He cracked open his three, blood red eyes and looked around the enclosure. The room was enough for him to move around in comfortably, but still small. Hanging on the wall by hooks, were many articles of clothing that Akane poked and prodded before moving on. He also saw many books and magazines lying in stacks hugging the base of the walls. He picked one up and sniffed the cover. He snarled and dropped it, human stench.
He saw narrow slits of light coming from a door to his right and turned to it. The light illuminated many dust particles that swirled through the air. He stared at the particles with great interest as they rose and fell in the light. He reached out to touch one, but they didn’t appear on his skin. He cocked his head and tried again. The particles evaded his hand yet again. He frowned and continued to watch them for a minute before hearing something stir outside the door. He retreated from the light and observed outside through the slits in the door. He stood rigid in complete silence for a few minutes before coming to the conclusion that someone had shifted in their sleep. Akane approached the door and peered out. The room was dimly lit by the pale moonlight flooding in through the window. It illuminated a small bookcase filled to the brim with many books of vastly differing colors. He gently pushed against the door. It moved open without a sound. Akane dropped to all fours and crawled out of the closet. He moved with deftness and agility known only to few. To the left of the bookcase, hugging the wall as well, was a table with a dead lamp sitting on top. The lamp was tan and without decorations. Akane scowled and huffed at the lamp. He turned his head to the right and saw the window the moonlight was coming through. He went to the edge of the light and looked at the moon. It was just as large as he’d remembered. He smiled faintly and looked away. He then noticed the bed and the human in it. He crawled onto the ceiling and hung above the bed. The boy was maybe fifteen. He had light brown hair that was shortcut and thick. He a couple of zits on his face, but no moles or freckles.
Akane smirked and shook his head. He dropped from the ceiling and landed next to the bed. He rose to his feet and flexed his hands. He walked to the bedroom door and opened it slightly as if it was ajar. The hallway was painted the same color as the room, light blue. The only furniture in the hallway was a table, not unlike the one in the boy’s room. It had a single tan lamp on top, this one was alive and radiated golden light. Akane averted his eyes from the light and moved to the room directly to his left. The door was opened just enough to let light in. He opened it slightly more and slipped in.
This room was painted light pink with random horse and princess stickers scattered on the walls. Akane grimaced, he detested pink. To the left of the door was a small closet with a box set in front of the door. Next to that was a treasure chest that looked to have dolls inside it. In the left corner of the room lay many stuffed animals of varying sizes. Across from him was a table with another tan lamp, this one was dead. In the right corner was a bed with a hot pink princess blanket and a small child nestled underneath.
Akane moved to the edge of the bed and gazed at her. She had long golden hair that spread from her head like the branches of a tree. Her skin was soft to the eye and spotless. She had a single, flat mole on her right cheek, near her eye.
Akane looked at the wall to the bed’s right and saw a window with its blind shut. He looked at the foot of the bed to see a nightlight emitting a soft purple light that filled the room.
Akane, satisfied he’d seen it all, moved back out into the hallway. He moved past the lamp and to the door just beyond. He opened the door to find an ominously dark room. It had wooden planks for flooring that were extremely cold to the touch. The walls were unpainted drywall and the ceiling, boards. He looked to his right to find a man sleeping in a sleeping bag. He was shivering.
Akane grimaced at the sight and looked to the mid-right of the room. There stood a table and a single chair, but no lamp. Akane moved closer and saw many books, pamphlets, newspapers, and folders lying on the table. He skimmed through the contents and moved on. Lying next to the base of the far wall was a pile of all the tools imaginable. Akane rooted through the pile for a while, picking one up after the other to see what they were, before coming to the assumption that the man was a cleaner or repairman of some sort. In the middle of the far wall was a window without a blind. It wasn’t on the right side of the house for sunlight, so Akane could see outside. All he could see was the foliage of some great tree. He huffed and looked to the left of the window. There stood a small tool chest filled to the brim with more of the same tools as the pile.
He ignored this completely. In the back-left corner of the room stood a small bookcase stacked with repair books. Most of the covers were worn or torn. This man must’ve used them frequently.
Akane moved back into the hallway, shutting the door carefully. He followed the hallway around a corner and saw a door and a staircase leading down. He peered down the stairs and decided he’d check out what was down there in the morning. He opened the door and saw a room with white tiles lining the floor and the walls. To his immediate left was a porcelain sink that took up half of the walking room. Past that was a toilet which took up the same space. On the opposite side of the room stood a shower, its curtain closed. Akane walked to the shower and pulled back the curtain. The shower was made of the same tile, but a little dirtier.
Akane pulled the curtain back and exited the bathroom. He slunk down the hall and returned to the boy’s closet. He pulled himself up into his perch and settled down. Curling his tail around his knees, he rested his head in the crook of his arm. He sighed and closed his eyes, letting sleep overtake him.
Click here for chapter three.
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