Pink Spades a Fantasy Fiction
(Excerpt: Part 4 of 4)
Aleasha Whitney Wilson is a Loveland High School graduate who studied liberal arts at UC Raymond Walters College and Fine Arts/Drawing at Northern Kentucky University. She decided to take a long break from schooling to pursue her goal of writing a novel.
That novel became the fantasy adventure, Pink Spades. The story surrounds a group of young, aspiring musicians that the main character meets after her move to Tokyo, Japan. While chasing their dream of becoming a famous rock band, they encounter a coven of immortal creatures called Akaijin that need their help bringing their kind out of the shadows. They all come to learn that their meeting wasn't by coincidence, but fated to come into being.
Introduction to Part 4
Aseila Geraldi is a music major studying in Tokyo, Japan while her mother Debra handles the affairs of her fashion franchise there. Aseila struggles to become accustomed to the foreign lifestyle, but finds solace in the hopes of becoming the lead singer of the local band Pink Spades. After finally auditioning for the band, she arrives home to tell Debra about how it went.
by Aleasha Whitney Wilson
Debra sat waiting for her on the front steps of the apartment building with a glass of red wine at hand. She smiled when her daughter came walking through the iron gate, swirling the liquid around inside the glass. The sultry, black woman had let her hair down tonight, showing off her natural curls. She must have had a good day at work, Aseila assumed. Debra asked her how the audition went and the girl responded happily. She became equally excited about the event and they gushed about it for a while after that. Seeing how pleased Debra was about the audition, Aseila got a good feeling that she wouldn't dare to leave this place for a long time...hopefully.
The two sat peacefully and shared the glass of wine while looking up at starry night sky. Being outside again at night made Aseila's memory flash back to when she met that strange guy. She casually mentioned the incident to Debra, curious about her opinion on the “vision” she had.
“That's very strange 'Seila,” she began. “ I'm not one to read too much into dreams and such, but you do have a wild imagination. I don't think it's anything to worry about. And you shouldn't have been wandering around in the middle of the night anyhow! What if you had gotten hurt or something?”
“But I didn't. I just needed some fresh air. It helps me unwind--” Her sentence was cut off right there because the mysterious man suddenly flashed into plain view. Her heart stopped as her eyes caught him walking along the sidewalk ahead of them. He paused as he passed the fence and returned the stare. Debra wasn't looking at the man, she was eying Aseila's face and waiting for her to finish the sentence.
“That's him,” She announced dully, without looking away. “ Stupid jerk.”
“No need to use such language honey, he can't possibly be that bad.” Debra followed her gaze and eyed him cautiously. The man smiled back and let himself through the gate. “So, we meet again.” He greeted Aseila warmly, stepping closer to the two of them. He was wearing the same color clothing he wore the last time. A black, hooded sweatshirt and black, faded jeans was what he wore tonight instead of the nice collared shirt and slacks.
“Are you stalking me now?” Aseila questioned, a brow raised. The stranger's eyes bulged at the greeting, seemingly surprised or hurt by the suggestion.
“'Seila! Don't be so rude! How do you expect to make friends here with that behavior?” Debra scolded, giving her a light smack on the arm. The man looked down at his feet, hands shoved into his pants pockets. Aseila scoffed, slightly offended that Debra defended him. She hadn't told her about how badly he pissed her off during their first encounter. It was so like Aseila's mother to to turn to mush around an attractive guy. Pathetic, the girl noted quietly.
“Forgive my daughter sir, she's not keen on social interaction. I guess I am to blame for that for having us move around so much since she was a child,” Aseila's eyes widened at Debra's remark. That had been the first time she had ever acknowledged the fact aloud...and in front of an outsider, at that. “Unfortunately for Aseila, I find it easier to work and manage Geraldi's many locations if I am living in the area. Traveling back and forth would cost an arm and a leg, and I'd be away from her too often...I may be wealthy, but I am still a frugal woman, mind you...” Debra said all of this with much confidence and honesty, slurring almost every word. Alcohol was quite the truth serum at times.
“It's okay. It's good that she doesn't open up easily to strangers.” He replied with a forgiving smile, rocking back on his heals. Aseila rolled her eyes.
“I love how you two are talking about me as if I'm not here.” Aseila chimed in sarcastically.
“What is your name, young man?” Debra asked him, ignoring her daughter.
“My name is,” he hesitated. “ My name is Abel and you are?”
“Debra, Debra Geraldi. And this is my lovely daughter Aseila,” She gestured a hand Aseila's way. The girl behaved apathetically toward the introduction and sipped the wine, eyes wandering elsewhere.
“Your name isn't at all Japanese, Abel.”
“Yes I know,” he laughed, somewhat nervously. “ My parents liked biblical names very much.”
“They both passed away...many, many years ago.” Aseila looked up at the mention of deceased parents, and began to feel a little sympathy for him. The loss of her father Harold had plagued the girl for so long. The thought made her wonder if he was still healing from the loss.
“I'm sorry for your loss. Aseila and I know too well what that is like, I'm afraid.”
“It's okay. I'm sure they're in a better place now.”
“That they are...and I'm sure the name suits you as well.”
“Ha!” Aseila laughed shortly, her twinge of sympathy gone away. Debra have her a sharp look.
“Well Abel, you are welcome to join us in our apartment. You'll be our very first guest.”
“I would appreciate that very much.” Abel agreed with a brilliant smile. Debra stood from the steps and led the way. They all made themselves comfortable in the living room with glasses of wine to keep them company . With his glass in his hand, Abel slipped his hand the pocket of his hoodie and retrieved a small tube of dark liquid. He uncapped the tube and poured the contents into his glass, swirling it in circles to stir the two liquids together.
“What's that you just put in your wine?” Debra pried.
“My secret recipe, it makes any drink taste more splendid than you would ever dream.”
“What's in it?”
“It's a secret, miss Debra. I would have to kill you if I told you.” He joked, sipping the mixture happily mixture happily. He was very pleased to be in their company it seemed.
“Well, some time you should tell me the recipe, so I can enjoy it too.”
“Maybe I will. But for now, it must be kept a secret. I need to decide if you're worthy enough to know the truth. You probably wouldn't like the taste at first anyway. It's much like beer; an acquired taste.”
“Ooooh, so mysterious you are.” She cooed flirtatiously. Aseila loosened up a little after a few drinks, forgetting about how much of a jerk she found Abel to be.
“ How have you been holding up so far in Tokyo?” Abel pried.
“It's been a learning experience. I know more Japanese now and I auditioned for a part in a band today, they seemed to take a liking to me so I might get called back.”
“Good,” Abel exclaimed. “ It will only get easier, the longer you stay I believe.”
“Yeah, I think that too. “ Aseila answered, giving Debra a slight stare.
“Well I hope you get the part. Music is a great thing to have in life.” He declared, raising his glass before taking another sip. As the young man did so, his dark eyes focused solely on hers. And Abel continued to stare, even after the glass had left his mouth and rested into his lap. It became an uncomfortably long gaze. Debra didn't notice, for she had left the room to retrieve something from the kitchen. Aseila's eyes averted back and forth, as her insides twisted nervously. Then the images came again.
The scene she last saw seemed to have resumed, as if she had hit pause and play while watching a movie. She was at the fence, seeing through this body that wasn't hers, and gazing into the face of the mysterious horse rider. He appeared oddly familiar for some reason. Aseila couldn't decipher why. Emotions began to take over. A warm feeling invaded her chest and butterflies danced in the girl's stomach. Was she in love with this person?
“You walk this way often.” He started, wearing the widest grin she' ever seen. The sun behind him burned high in the sky, almost blinding her sight. Aseila felt her arm lift to her face for shade.
“Yes. From Mrs. Shaer's schoolhouse a few miles back. That woman is worth the long walk.” Aseila heard herself say. The young woman noticed another peculiar thing too, just then. They were speaking in a foreign tongue, but somehow the words were understandable. The man chuckled a little and slid down the horse's side. He stood much taller than she.
“Ah. She was my teacher as well. A very gifted woman indeed. What is your name?”
“Sanja. Sanja Abela,” Aseila answered meekly, blushing and looking at her feet. “ And what may I call you, sir?” And just when the man parted his lips to answer, Aseila found herself staring around the living room of the apartment again.
“Seila honey, you alright?” Debra's voice rang out from beside her. The woman had a hand rested gently atop her shoulder. Abel's eyes shifted away finally, as he cleared his throat and sipped more wine.
“Yeah, Yeah,” she fibbed. “I—I'm gonna go lay down. Goodnight you guys.” Aseila hurriedly darted to her bedroom and slid the door shut. Not long after, Debra retired to her room as well and let Abel crash on the couch. They all ended up sleeping through the morning, since they had stayed awake so late. Aseila was the first to wake. She glanced at her alarm clock and saw it was two 'o clock in the afternoon. She groggily slumped into the kitchen to make herself some coffee, being careful not to wake Debra and Abel.
When she finished stirring the massive amount of sugar and cream into her coffee mug, the spoon suddenly slipped and clashed against the floor. The sound echoed throughout the whole apartment. Aseila sighed in frustration and hoped to God she didn't wake the others. She liked the peace and quiet because it made her feel like she lived alone. Strangely enough, as much as she wanted to fit in somewhere and make friends, she still cherished every moment she spent without others. Aseila heard stirring coming from the living room. “Shoot, I woke him up.” she swore under her breath.
She heard his voice from the next room, muttering something in Japanese. He stepped into the kitchen where the girl stood, frozen. She studied his face for a moment and thought maybe he didn't seem like himself today. He looked stressed out. His brow was furrowed and lips pursed. Aseila opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off.
“ Where am I?” He asked with worry in his voice. He glanced around the apartment nervously.
“ Um...” Aseila began, “ You're at my apartment,” The confused look still did not leave his face. “ You don't remember coming here last night, Abel?” The girl asked with an awkward smile.
The man cleared his throat“Who is...Abel?” He asked her using English too and looking even more perplexed.
“Abel. That's your name isn't it?”
“No. I am Tsubasa Kuroi.” He announced, pointing a finger at his chest. Aseila's eyes widened. Did he seriously not know where he was right now? She asked herself. And why was he calling himself Kuroi?
“Don't you remember? It's me, Aseila.” He shook his head no to answer her question.
“Aseila.” He repeated to himself, to confirm the name. The male still looked worried and behaved like a totally different person. The man was nothing like the one they had invited into their home last night. Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming from the hallway. Debra emerged, appearing just as confused as Abel was.
“What's going on guys?” Debra wondered.
“Mom, Abel is acting weird,” Aseila began. “ It seems like he doesn't remember us or where he is.” Debra's forehead wrinkled as she listened to her words.
“I'm not Abel, for the last time,” he argued, shaking his head at the women. “ My name is Tsubasa Kuroi.”
“Aseila, let's just play along so we can figure out who the hell he is.” Debra said, sounding aggravated.
“Okay...Mr. Tsubasa...do you remember being with us last night?” Aseila asked him.
“No. I was not here....”
“What do you remember then?” Debra chimed in.
“I remember working. I was running errands for my boss.”
“He must be schizophrenic.” Debra decided. Oh wonderful, Aseila mused to herself silently.
“Mr. Tsubasa, do you take medicine for a disorder called schizophrenia? Debra asked.
“Schizo? I don't have any disorder. I'm fine.”
“Is this the first time things have happened to you then after you don't remember them?”
“No.” he grumbled, raking his hands frantically through his hair. “ Chikushou!” He yelled loudly, kicking at the wall. Aseila didn't recognized that word, but it sounded like he was cursing.
“I have to go.” The confused male announced, hurrying out the door. That episode left the two women feeling more baffled than they had ever been in their lives about anything.
“Well...that was interesting.” Debra commented.
“ Darn, and we were just getting all comfortable here and making friends; our first turns out to be schizo and he doesn't know it yet,” Aseila sighed deeply. “He probably won't come back here now.”
“Yeah. It's a shame because he's soooo good looking!” Debra cooed.
“How did someone so cute end up working at a prison?!”
“He's too young for you.” Aseila reminded her, rolling her eyes.
“He's an adult, 'Seila. Therefore, he is fair game,” Debra retorted. “ I may be forty-years-old but I look damn good for my age, pardon my French!”
“You're fifty, mom.”
“ Lies!” The woman shouted, throwing her arms into the air. Aseila scoffed and stomped to her room to do some homework, Then Debra climbed into the shower, singing the Patsy Cline song again.
Help get Aleasha's book published at Indiegogo
Follow Pink Spades on Twitter.
Like Pink Spades on Facebook.
Join the Pink Spades FaceBook Group