Contaminant

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                                                                           White & Red
        Rain fell steadily against the dirt-marred pavement, dripping off of slanted rooftops and sliding down in endless repeat. A cloud-cover blanketed the vibrant city, darkening the shadows and brightening the neon lights that hummed from every shop window. Crowds of faces shuffled along, voices murmuring into cell-phones from moving mouths, others simply keeping their gaze forward if not focused on the person beside them. A lone young woman grasped a stark white umbrella lightly, bright cerulean eyes staring forward with a focused look, as if she were searching for someone among the sea of civilians. Her boot-clad feet rocked back and forth in an impatient manner, locks of strawberry-red danced around her back, a thick, pitch-black petticoat tightly wound around her form. “Where on earth is he? Time’s running out.” She whined irritably, as the rocking motion changed to a hurried tap once she spotted a familiar mop of snow-white hair attached to a tall male of lean build.

     “Shiba! Shiibbaaa! Over here!” she waved furiously, pale pink mouth lifting into a subtle smile and soot-colored eyelashes closing in an upside-down smile. The male addressed as Shiba lifted his head minutely, revealing liquid silver visionaries narrowed in a look of contempt, setting a stark contrast to his angelic-face which was a healthy shade of tan. Slowly, he stalked over with a confident stride, people unintentionally parting away from him, as if his very presence caused a turmoil that made them uneasy. 

    Shiba ducked his head beneath the umbrella as soon as he reached the vermillion-haired girl, a pleasant smile on his face as embraced the girl, muscular arms twining around her petite waist. His head bent down next to her ear, warm slivers of breath causing her to shiver despite the petticoat she wore. “You should keep your loud-mouth shut sweetheart, I wouldn’t want to explain to Shiba why his darling little Cerise had her tongue cut off.” he breathed, that smile upon his face seeming all-to-pleasant, and if his words were overheard, it was no doubt that he would cause disgust among the civilians.

    The young woman named Cerise stepped back a little, glancing up at the body of Shiba to peer at his used-to-be-kind eyes, “White?..” Cerise asked in softly, as if somewhat afraid of the expected answer. That brought a husky chuckle out of the model-like male. “In...Shiba’s flesh.” he acknowledged cruelly with a smirk not unlike a smooth talkers’ upon his face, silver eyes glinting with smug pleasure.

    Cerise sighed with a somewhat unhappy expression upon her face, dealing with her lover’s other persona was tiring at times, yet White was efficient in the field, and provided a shield for Shiba’s fragile mind. “Whatever White Dog, we need to complete the mission Aster gave us, wouldn’t want his knickers to get in a twist.” Cerise mumbled with a sullen expression on her face, blowing a bothersome strand of hair out of her view. White’s mouth turned down in a mood of displeasure, it would appear as he grasped her hand gently, yet the force was crushing and clenched his spider-like fingers against hers. Cerise hissed at the sudden pain, shifting her weight onto her left leg before looking up at the aggressor. “What in the heck is this for?!” she snapped, cerulean blue eyes narrowing with anger. “Don’t blow me off.” He answered, flashing brilliant pearl teeth in a spite of words. Umbrella forgotten as it got trampled by the ongoing crowd, no one bothering to pay attention to the little situation right in front of them. White grasped Cerise’s waist in a bruising grip, navigating her, directing her, with the body of his primary personality. 

    “Our Punishers are being deported at the corner of the Akihabara lot, our mission begins as soon as their activated.” White stated coldly, his left arm still wrapped around her petticoat, thumb rubbing in a circular motion on the smooth fabric. “They closed off the entire compound to seal the contaminants in, correct?” “Yes.” answered White Dog, not glancing down at his suddenly complacent partner. They didn't stop until they reached a midnight-colored car, and once they were in, the car drove itself.
Cerise sat with her tanned knees pressed against her chest, fingers laced together in what was a habit, sheltering her thighs from the cool air circulating throughout the sleek four-wheel vehicle. Nestled comfortably on the seat she took a quick peek at the dangerous young man beside her as he steadily watched the electricity-run buildings fly by, body slouched and his left extremity lying beside the tinted window. 

    She had long removed her coat that would have hindered her movements, and had opted for her work outfit, a fitted pair of simple black shorts, knee-high combat boots of the same color, and a milk-colored sleeveless long-neck top that allowed free range of movement. I wonder when Shiba created White. What caused him to split personalities? She thought to herself, content to watch White from her position. 

    White knew the peculiar girl was watching him with no intent on stopping anytime soon, and it only increased his ego at that, he was not one to turn down attention. In certain circumstances. He watched the ginormous skyscraper that was Justice Corp. pass by slowly, it’s windows radiating a vibrant neon blue light that flowed through similar buildings around it, constantly measuring its inhabitant’s contamination rate, if one person who was not clarified to enter the building with a high rate of contamination entered any building, the system called Justice would immediately report the entrance to the headquarters of “Investigation & Punishment”.
That specific field job only had four detectives, all of whom were handpicked by the Justice system during their academy years, for they ran the L.C program, the program Cerise and himself were bound to, being latent contaminants themselves. Latent Contaminants were residents of the world run by the Justice Corp., who had passed the acceptable sanity rate, there were rehabilitation centers of course, but that was only for those who couldn’t, didn’t, dive off the deep end. 

    They, Shiba and himself, had been only the age of six before they were taken from their family by the Justice rehabilitators that held an annual contaminant check at numerous academies. Sadly, Shiba had been exposed to violent amounts of trauma due to the unceasing molestation from his dearest daddy. “And so then he created myself, to protect himself from his disgusting pig of a father.” White thought to himself, silver eyes not even noticing that Cerise had moved closer until he felt a gentle fingers swipe under his right optical. Almost as if he was a robot and she had just hit his power button, White jerked to life, staring at the smaller female with a sea of turmoil is his eyes. 

    There was a single drop of water on her fingertip, glaring at him from a short distance, he could feel the question on Cerise's lips. “Shiba really is effecting you isn’t he, even when you put him to sleep.” Cerise stated, the answer was lying on her fingertip, a speck of visible emotion from the typically aloof White Dog. “Damn him. Damn it all.” White cursed, disliking that the statement was true, even more so for the fact that sweetheart over there pointed it out.

    Cerise placed her unoccupied hand over his mouth, the auto-driven car continuing to purr its way to their destination. “You have no reason to say that, you-, she stopped mid-sentence a revelation making its way into her mind, “You’re afraid. You’re afraid that whatever you’ve set up will crash to the ground and burn. You feel as if you’re becoming vulnerable.” Her cerulean eyes showed nothing but surprise, and a sliver of an emotion White did not want to name. Cerise grew closer, a subtle sound of shifting clothes reaching his ears, yet he stood still, observing the latent contaminant that had no qualms of breaking his personal barrier. Her movements slowed as she noticed his sudden stillness, yet her trembling fingers made their way into his snow white locks with hesitancy, as if approaching a cornered animal. The body of Shiba stared at Cerise with White's eyes, incredulous, but as soon as she made actual contact, his long-fingered hands pressed against her torso in a forceful push, strands of silver and white falling to the carpeted car floor.

    “What in the freaking world gives you that idea Cerise? You don't know half of the life I've lived because your defenseless little boyfriend can't gather the guts to tell you!” he shouted, mouth twisted downward with anger as fire returned to his silver eyes once more. “Don't ever. Ever. Talk about Shiba like that again White.” Cerise hissed in response from her sprawled position on the right-hand seat, nothing but venom on her tongue. The pair continued to glare at each other, neither standing down due to their dominant personalities and spit-fire attitudes. “What about you, huh? Perfect little Cerise, became an L.C all because she hung out with a schizophrenic, because she questioned everything in this “perfect” world the Justice Corp. has created.” he snarled, and the animosity grew even more than before, now resembling a raging inferno that would burn them both.

    A sharp sound echoed throughout the speeding vehicle, the audio of skin meeting skin in a bruising chance of contact was sudden an intense. White's fingers slowly reached up to touch his now bright red cheek with something akin to shock as Cerise sat on her knees, hand still up in the air and heavy breaths leaving her parted mouth. She had slapped him, the White Dog of Justice Corp., the latent contaminant that struck fear into any of those who knew what he did. What he does. Sweat slid down her face as the realization of what she'd done fully hit her, hesitantly, with great caution, Cerise stretched out her legs and began to lower herself back into her seat. A dark look passed over White's angelic face, murderous as the annoying vibrations of the violent hit left him, abruptly arm snapped out, grasping with enough force to do harm onto her left leg.

    “W-White. I-I d-didn't mean it.” Cerise stuttered, her form now visibly shaking as the predator in a man's flesh crept closer, struggling to push herself against the door and as far away from him as she could. Crystalline tears began to drip steadily from her glassy visionaries, trying desperately to burrow into the unique fine strands of cherry that covered her head, but White would not recede his approach. He hovered over her now, predatory silver eyes devouring her shaken form, a wolfish grin upon his lips. 
“Oh sweet Cerise I know, but either way. You need to be pun-nished.” he crooned, the words falling off his lips with every intention of making her squirm in terror. He was purely bloodthirsty now, and while Shiba was asleep, absolutely no one could stop him, the car windows were tinted to the point of darkness. His fingers dragged up her side in a frightful dance, leaving shreds of fear in their place as he raised an eyebrow, a husky chuckle leaving his throat. 
   
    He wanted her to shake, to cry out, to pay. His remaining extremity grasped a handful of her hair, and pulled her toward him, his other arm wrapping around her once more, fingers digging harshly into her pale skin. Cerise bit her lip, hard enough to draw blood, she wasn't hurt, and it was pure fear of the man in front of her that caused this reaction. This is what made them L.C, this unsatisfying urge to cause pain to themselves or others, but not yet acting upon it. She dared not speak a word, only a whisper of a whimper ghosted out of her throat. “Don't cry. It’ll be over soon. You just need to learn a lesson.” White said, silver eyes smoldering in a morbidly provocative way as he pressed his forehead against hers, fingers digging painfully into her hips, bruising the skin.
Cerise cried out un-intentionally as the action was committed, cerulean blue eyes clenched close as his lips met hers and all she could see was white and red, unsure if it was blood, or the White Dog that was exacting payment out of her. “Lights out.” sang a male voice that carried an undertone of smugness and insanity.

  He was the predator. She is the prey. 'Shiba...I'm so happy you won't remember any of this.' she thought.

And then.

Darkness.



-A creative writing assingment, it's not so good, but the requirements were that it had to have a "white dog, boy, and girl" in it. So I merely interpreted it somewhat differently than others.
Ideas, Story, Cerise, Shiba & White Dog (c) Myself
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