<<Message Started>> <<Prologue Loaded>> <<Pretext Entry Found... Prologue Halted>> Greetings. Some Extra Pre-Errata before you continue. I write in a very script like fashion... I see the actions in my head... and so don't describe them too well -if at all. I'm hoping in ICH6 and beyond to rectify this as much as possible. Of course just like my attempts to not write in first person and to write in past tense... it might not pan out. Just like ICH6 may end up a novel in length by the time I'm done with it. I'm trying. Some will agree and say I'm trying their patience. Especially by taking forever to get to the point... so I'll shut up. Submitted for your Approval... Ami Tales 0-7 and In the Company of Hope 1-6a Plus the Second Omake to ICH Tagged in just before ICH6. Oh and anything else written too ^.~ <<Prologue Resumed>> Before you read on know a few things... Ami Kintaro is a work of fiction, the house is a work of fiction, The being Ego is a work of fiction representing a physical manifestation of my ego. Why do I say mine? Well the best stories put you in the hero's shoes... or his band of hero's... here... I just decided to throw myself in. It could have been Thungol the Piercing or something equally horrid... but I decided not to. And know this... this is a little self directed therapy piece. I created the character for a different purpose. Decided hair eyes... proportions, face -in my mind's eye- and then I named her, Ami Kintaro. I did not know what I'd done till that moment... in my mind she lives laughs and breathes... Not once did I think of how she must have been clothed. Some would say she is just fiction. A chemical reaction to a thought process. Nothing more. But from that moment... I'd loved her. I've spent years polishing and refining people for me to be attracted to if for no other reason than a mere story. And here for but a paragraph... I was enraptured. Of course I forgot to cloth her... and she is a Hentai Anime Girl. Hentai being Japanese for strange or bizarre, and Hentai or Ecchi (Eichi - Japanese name for the letter H slightly misspelled by the fans into Ecchi) Anime is most typified by Sex. Unfortunately a good deal is Anime with tentacle sex... or bondage... EXTREME bondage ... enemas... you name it. Ami K comes from this stuff. Sure if she was in one of these stories she wouldn't hesitate to act the Anime Girl part. But she will never I hope ever brave a tentacle from some alien being in my works, be so tied up the pain is pleasurable... or have an explosive enema. She will and does masturbate unabashedly... but that is about the full extent. Now earlier I said this was Therapy... and it is. I realized when I continued posting that I did not wish to be rid of her. I did not yet know of how I felt. And I realized I was a likely horniness target... since I breathed and had a cock. Not to mention a tongue. But I realized immediately... that I would dismiss her... that anyone so wanton looking at me with lust must be truly mad. And that someone so wanton would be almost repulsive to me. That I could not love someone designed to love me. Maybe especially so. So everytime she "made" an advance on me... I left the post, steered clear, or outright ignored her. She had feelings that I'd given her, and here I was dashing them on the rocks without the slightest care. I was a bastard. A heartless fuckwit of the worst kind. How could I love anyone... if I couldn't even spend a THOUGHT on someone fictional. I realized I'd found a new flaw in my character. Another reason to doubt why I was on this earth. Someone could die... from a massive gunshot wound... and only if I was in the right mood would I care. That's one. I inherited it. Now for animals it is pretty much the opposite. Can't stand to see one hurt, but on a bad day... Then there is a nice big one... babies and children. I have no tolerance. If there is noise... crying for something... and I have tried everything... and still no answer can be found... my patience becomes like a mist... an evaporating mist. I will do anything to stop the quiet... my first reaction ON average... is to yell at them to be quiet. Second are threats of violence. Guess the third. This is one of the many reasons why I should never be a parent. Then there is the new one... I can't quite pin it down... but it seems I have such a self hatred that for anyone to love me must be truly mad. I can't fathom the interest, or the feeling. I can love them, and make love to them all day long... but one "I love you" and I don't know. So much self hate... so much doubt. So little capacity for love. It is daunting... I started a book... I believe now that my stumbling block is my attraction for some of the cast in it... even with feature changes and weight loss I still can't see why someone could like me... the exterior is a shell. It is what is inside that counts... and... I am by my own admission a monster. How can they love a monster? I started a cheesy and perverted Anime Story... I never finished it. Why? Because of feelings among the female cast... I couldn't resolve them even for a male character who wasn't me. Now I'm going to try to change at least one of these flaws around... sure I may only be masking it and it is still there... this is only one case... it is not a blanket fix. It may be that I'll be able to write about banging Ami Kintaro everyday... lust after her in my dreams. Only to not see a person who is truly attracted to me... slip by... forever... I do not know if this will work... or how long it will last... I pledge NOW to not link to chapters that do not exist. That would be unfair should I one day be unable to complete my work. And do not worry I do not foresee it as a long series... and maybe that is another problem... but for now... there will be at least one more after Ami Tales One. My prologue is now truly done... enjoy. If you have any questions do not hesitate to ask. If you have flames. Send them. Joyous adoration of the work. Send them. http://GreyPages.Org/emailme.html Thank you. <<Prologue Finished>>
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