No human logic, Xiaoyu,I remind myself. Out of habit, I adjust my glasses, then realize they are broken. One lens is missing. To confirm, I even slide a finger through the frame. Yup, no lens, no glasses, I can still see fine.
For some reason, my vision has turned 5D, and I see angles that I never knew existed. Holy shit, I think I’m high.
“I wish I could see what you look like.”His voice is soft, intimate.
I’m hard at work holding back a brewing panic. “We’ll wait until you heal completely.” I ignore the pining way he says those words. I’m annoyed at myself for regurgitating the same shit over and over again.We’ll see once he heals. And once he does—will he like what he sees?
“Tell me what you look like.”
I release a breath. What a simple yet loaded request. “Short black hair, average height, brown eyes. I’m on the more petite side in size.” I can’t even say it—that I get violently ill when I eat too much. That I’m so skinny that even the wind could blow me away.
His hands run down my back, to my thighs. It makes my toes curl, the hair at the back of my neck raise. The dichotomy of my reactions should tell me something.
“However you look, it does not compare to your voice. You have been gifted a sweet one, Xiaoyu. You grace my ears when you speak.”
My face is hot as I attempt to recover from the compliment. “Oh, stop it.”
“I will not,”He simply says.“If you say otherwise, I will fight you on it.”He is basically throwing my words back at me cheekily.“You mentioned you are tasked to collect pollen, yes?”
Fuck. I swallow thickly. “Yes. Yes, I am.” I say quickly, scared my tongue might just escape again.
The glow behind his eyes brightens, and it’s as if someone cranked up the saturation of my vision.
“Does it say whose pollen?”
I…have not thought of this. “The subject, so I guess you?”
“Do you have any idea what pollen is here? Where and how to obtain it?”
I become flustered at the way he says it. “I can ask Teva—”
“Why don’t you ask me?”
I don’t know why I’m so terrified right now. What is happening? It must be something I ate… My brain refuses to see how bad this is, this feeling of utter clueless terror combined with silly elation.
“What, is it cum?” It’s as if a demon just fished it out of my mouth. I begin to cackle. He looks confused, so I explain, “Cum is semen. Spermatozoa. The liquid thing that jets out of a human’s penis to reproduce?”
His eyebrows shot up.“You call it cum?”
“Yeah, it’s so weird, right?”
Datu’s face distorts for a split second. Like we hit a bad signal. It’s enough to sober me and stop laughing. In that split second, I’m not sure what I see. I don’t think I wanna know.
“It makes sense. It feels like you are leaving the physical realm, arriving in the bosoms of mother once again.”
Ugh, over my rotting, maggot-infested corpse.“That’s one way of putting it.” I respond thinly.
He has a teasing look on his face as he grins. I notice that he always smiles. It looks nice, but sometimes, it’s just creepy.
“You return home once you are finished with me?”
The question takes me aback. “Why, yes. I can’t stay.”
His face hovers close to mine, his braids of purple hair swinging to the wind. Datu is…esoteric. Chiseled jawline, lips deceptively full with those sharp teeth. Obscure, but if I stare and scrutinize too much, the animal in me runs.If uncanny valley is an irresistible male specimen, it's Datu.
“You hold my gaze very well.”
“Can you see now?”
