He woke up to the faint sound of creaking bone.

When he opened his eyes at midnight, he had lost the sense of feeling in his four limbs.
He was like a transparent pupa. A fairy, the size of the palm of a hand, that was locked shut in the housing of his brain. And no matter how hard the fairy may try to move those arms and legs, that sleeping body still refused to move.
The one thing that connected to his isolated conscious had been his left arm. He could still process the pulsing blood in it as information. There was the sensation that this little piece of himself was in fact becoming his entire body. And unable to move anything but his left arm, the very existence of Ishizue Arika was centered on that left arm.

"______, Ah,"
And that same left arm felt pain.
And with it, he heard a grinding sound.
There was the awful premonition that his body was being whittled away.
There was the almost orgasmic sensation that he was being chewed at bit by bit.
And finally, there was the realization that he was being eaten with serenity.
By the dissipitation of his temporary body, at last he gained control of his true self. In the darkness, the frightenning sound of sucking continued. He threw off his blanket. On the surface of the bed was a layer of red. A young girl, soaked in blood from the nose down, smiled at him with her shattered jaw.

"___But, Onii-chan, doesn't it hurt?"

The girl was taken over by something that shouldn't be there.
In just a small amount of time, his left arm had been eaten completely. It didn't hurt; there weren't even bite marks. She licked the servered area with her shattered jaw as if she were trying to fill in what had been lost.

T'was a silent night of creaking bone.
The sound of beautiful life, like the budding of a flower.

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