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Soooo... In case you were wondering... I have been watching this series and it's super funny. I sucked Mamajo into it as well... LOL
It is just as crazy as it sounds. I love it.
Kimi wa Petto
Synopsis
After a terrible day at work and a bad break up, Iwaya Sumire played by Koyuki returns home sad, depressed, and most of all lonely. However, at the front of the apartment she finds an unconscious young man lying in a cardboard box. Feeling sorry for him, she takes him into her home and nurses him back to health. As the young man, played by Matsumoto Jun, gets better he begins to like her place and resolves not to leave her. In fact, he even professes that he'll do anything she wanted if she allowed him to stay. Sumire looks over at a picture of the golden retriever that she had when she was a child and jokingly says to him, "You can stay if you become my pet."
To her surprise, he agrees. She names him Momo.
Based on Yayoi Ogawa's manga series of the same name. Also known as "Tramps Like Us" (TokyoPop licensed American version).
Enter Chiru
The sun fell over quiet little Kyoto, Japan. Snow drifting quietly down to the earth and shattering woke Chiru Shuukakshamaru. Somewhere in the distance, she heard wolves howling. Instantly the vampiress thought of Kisho, he large black male wolf, and Kimi, her slightly smaller white female wolf. Where were they? She wondered. What had happened to them while she had slept? Slowly, memories came, trickling into her mind like a small stream. They were off in a cave, somewhere very far away. Sadness crept inside her heart and dug its cold little claws inside her. How would she find them?
A very different thought struck her, quite suddenly. Blood. Chiru wanted Blood. She didn’t need blood; she was far too old for needing blood. But she wanted it. She wanted it so bad, it felt like a need. Up. She needed to go up. As soon as she thought this, she felt a tiny spasm in her brain, and a slight tugging on her body. And then she tasted cool air, instead of dirt. She was no longer in the ground.
A victim. She had found a perfect victim. One with greasy black hair, and darkened skin. He was drunk, and stupid, and, best of all, he was a murderer. She walked as a wolf would towards its prey, slowly, a woman with tattered clothes, and matted black hair, dirt caked on her flesh. She moved slowly until he turned, his brown eyes glittering madly. Catch of the day, he thought. Her thoughts echoed his. But, nevertheless, Chiru moved quicker. She was laughing as she caught him up with blinding speed, and he was fighting, punching, screaming, kicking, biting.
He was locked in her arms, though. Unbreakable, an iron grip that was stronger then any metal vise. His beating only made her want him all the more. The fang teeth in her mouth lengthened to go past her lips, her head bent tenderly to his throat. Ah, yes, the smell of blood… She bit down, hard. Blood rushed to meet her parched lips, to quench her thirst. Blood raced throughout her cold body, rushing through her limbs. Pulsing though her heart.
She knew her victim’s name. Ozaka. Ozaka the dead murderer. Chiru smiled at the thought. Images flashed through her brain, images of Ozaka’s past. Memories of a red-haired girl he’d been in love with. Memories of how he’d killed her, and so many others. And then, it was gone. All of it gone, as his death finally came. Chiru moaned as the blood warmed her, pleasure making her tingle all over.
Drunk. She was drunk from the blood, in an exquisite sense. Beautifully drunken with heat and blood. The streets shimmered as dawn began its approach. And she was ready to leave. She turned, and nearly fell over with surprise. Kisho and Kimi stood there, their eyes fixed on her, tails wagging.
Chiru stared until she called joyfully to them, and they ran to her. Yes, it was good to see them. She caught them in her arms, and hugged them tight. Something pressed against her chest from Kisho’s mouth. A bag. A wool bag. One she recognized. The one she had put her Living Dead Dolls. And…. she felt them inside the bag…. She hugged Kisho extra hard and set the bag gently down on the ground beside her. She wanted to see the sun now.
(Continues)