Watch Anime

Getting off the ground you decide to plant yourself on the couch before pulling up Crunchyroll on the TV. You had already done all your homework for the day, and you felt too emotionally drained to do anything else. You thought about watching one of your favorites, Ghost in the Shell, but you thought the themes of not owning your body would be too on the nose, and you definitely were not going to put on Chobits or something similar. This is not some born sexy yesterday story you have a person in there with memories, and life, that the real Alex is still even living, and can’t just return to her old life or after some plot arc or any sense of normal life. But hopefully you might be able to give her a sense of normalcy.

You decided to put on the Chuunibyou, as you found it unfortunately relatable to your childhood. And it was the kind of comedy that was easy for you to watch. It took a while for Alex to return, she sat next to me. I looked over at her, and her face seemed calm, but the long stare she had made it clear it was really apathy that she was feeling.

“So you like anime? Is that where this character is from...an Anime?” You looked over at her.

“No not really. She is Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. She is from a trailer for the new Resident Evil game. But Honestly I never really got into any of the games or the lore. But her character has gotten really popular. I am not the kind of person that subscribers themselves to a waifu. So I just picked someone I felt everyone would at least recognize but not know much about. Here let me show you the trailer.” You said pulling up youtube on the TV. You showed the trailer.

“So what am I supposed to be? Am I a vampire?” She asked.

“Yeah...apparently Alcina kidnaps children, and consumes them somehow...their lifeforce or whatever. Honestly, come to think of it, it is a pretty brutally ironic choice on my part.” You said, not realizing the irony till now.

“Huh. Damn. I guess I am kidnapped by a child.” She said sarcastically.

“Children...exactly 40 of them between both Family Studies sections,” You corrected. “Sorry that was a really fucked thing for me to say.” You added.

“Yeah...but it’s true. And it’s not your fault. LaVerne set this whole thing up. He wants me to break, slip up. He’s had it out for me from day one. I don’t why. That guy is the real asshole. And just enabling developing boys to live out their warped fantasies. And that problem fulfills some kind of fucked delusions for him. And how Love Dolls become legal in the first place is just another fucking example of crazy mindless consumerism.” She spat out.

“True. I guess I am still struggling not fulfilling that role. But I have to admit I already developed some warped fantasies.” You said while you kept watching the show.

“Like what?...” She asked.

“I---uhhgh. I have lots of kinks. I like being collared, tied up...that sort of thing.” You said not really feeling up to lying but not strong enough to get into any more detail.

“Ohh. Really? You're like 18 how have you already gotten into that sort of thing?” She asked.

“...Trauma,” You said plainly, your eyes glued to the TV.

“Like kids bullying you?...like you said or Adults?” She asked softly.

“Well really both. But at least my bullies had the sense to not touch me sexually.” I said with a sigh, it was always hard to talk about. I went to a therapist every week, but the first talk sessions were always the worst. Having to go through all the details again.

“Ohh I am sorry. I get that. Men are awful.” She said with an angry sigh at the end.

“Yeah...I guess you experienced something similar,” You asked.

“Is it that obvious?” She said with a chuckle.

“Yeah...I just want to say it wasn’t just men either.” You said looking down, crying.

“I...I am sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. I think you are really brave...coming out to me about this...and everything. I know you didn’t have to do any of this.”

“You're still a person. Even if not by law. I am just showing you some basic decency. I paid from my account to make sure they gave you a pair of clothes to wear. Since of course they don’t let me have your measurements, they want me to buy clothes through them. And that doesn’t make me a good person. Just a decent person.” You said a bit bitterly as your tears dried up.

“If only everyone could be as decent as you then. The world would be a better place.” She said.

“Maybe.” You sighed, as you still watched the TV. You felt a hand to your face, your tunnel vision making it a surprise, and your face flushed. You felt the soft pads of her fingers whipping away the streaks of tears down your cheeks and underneath your eyes. She made sure to not to cut you with her nails completely retracted.

“Thanks…” You managed to say when she was done. You finally turned to look at her. Her eyes visibly glowing now in the dim light as it was getting darker and darker as twilight began to get into night.

“You don’t think I am pathetic?”

“No. I think you're a good kid that never deserved any trauma you had. Even if your dad is some CEO. You're just another victim, and I don’t think I have to ask to know that you don’t want to be like him. We didn’t choose this, but we got to make the best of life.” She said.

“We?” You asked.

“Yes We. I decided I am going to help you. You obviously need more help. And as a used-to-be-aspiring teacher. I do care about my students. Even if their assholes sometimes. And I think you deserve someone that is on your side that you aren’t paying to talk to you.” She said.

“So Instead I am going to talk to my property. Like that is better.” You said.

“Beggars...can’t be choosers. And I know you don’t really think of me like that.” She said.

“...Thanks you really are kind yourself,” you said back.

“You're welcome. Now chin up.” She said literally lifting my chin up, you chuckled.

“Silly,” you said.

“Well it worked didn’t it?” She retorted.

“I guess so,” You admitted as you relaxed into the couch, finally feeling at ease.

“And I am going to help you get a 100% on that assignment,” She said confidently.