Black and White

Black and White
It was as pleasant an afternoon as any, meaning the commoners of the island were out doing just about the only one thing they knew how to do: party. The local pub was swarming with people of both genders, of many sizes, of various shapes, of all colors. The vibrant sound of cheers rang rampant, rendering the creeks of the tavern's wooden floorboards entirely inaudible. In such an atmosphere, it was hard to hear the words of the inner subconscious, and perhaps that was the reason behind the many rash decisions that were made that day.

Sitting in the far corner of the room, one such man hoisted a proud bowl of sake to his lips for a taste. Oh how the taste lingered upon his tongue! This man, whom the sea itself feared under the guise of the Black Panther, was fortunate enough to have retained his sanity under such grueling circumstances. For the powers invested within him would have not allowed for otherwise, the powers he had obtained from salvaging himself to the devil itself. Indeed, he had conquered his inner self to a degree which few could so much as comprehend, yet for all he was worth, a weakness corroded his mind and his spirit.

One look yonder, and his heart began to race.

What was this mystical feeling that encompassed his every vein? Could this have been love at first sight? Yes, most certainly it had to be! Though he had long since forgotten, poor Aoshin had felt this way just the other day. But in the current moment, as he laid his eyes upon the beauty stradling toward the counter, he simply could not get himself to think straight. Nor did he truly want to, for that matter.

In an ironic twist of fate, the man who had the capacity to ponder upon even the unseen, had suddenly lost himself to a sight of the mortal realm. With every wobble of her breast, with every jiggle of her shapely rear, blood rushed to and fro, until it forced him to his feet and led him like a man possessed down a long isle, where his prize lay at the very end of the road.

Aoshin nearly galloped in the air as he made his way toward the woman, who by now was conversing with the bartender. He could feel it already, the touch of her body against his own. He would see to it that she was rolling around with him at his bedside, no matter the cost.