chapter 2

"My name is AX3," he said. That was not a name, at least not in the traditional sense. "That's what Jomei called me." He was still in my personal bubble.

"Why did he, uh, leave?" I asked cautiously. My hand found its way to his stomach, which felt as if it had been sculpted from marble. I pushed him back gently, for the sake of my nerves. My brain was trying its hardest to make sense of this. Maybe this guy had done something to Mr. Tanaka. The note could have been a means to throw the authorities off, an absolute forgery. It sure looked like there'd been a struggle in this apartment.

"He left because of me, because I was violent--because I was imperfect." Once again, I was dumbfounded. Was this his way of admitting to harming Mr. Tanaka? I stood silent, terrified of what this giant could do to me. I glanced towards the front door, determined to escape no matter what. "What's your name?" he asked me audaciously, even though I would have been majorly embarrassed if I was standing in front of some stranger in my birthday suit. His question didn't deter me from focusing on my escape route.

"Casey," I said, glancing at him and then back to the door. He repeated it back to me, looking me up and down.

"I like you Casey. You look nice." What did he mean? Nice, like a good person? That I was attractive? Or nice, like the perfect next victim? I walked gingerly towards the door.

"Uh, well I have to get going. See you later, AX3." I was going to leave the key here, because I sure wasn't coming back. I'd tell the police everything I found, all my suspicions, and be finished with the whole situation. That was my plan. I hadn't signed up for this. I could handle houseplants and pet snakes, but this was not something I was qualified for.

"I don't want to be alone," he shouted, walking towards me. He grabbed my arm, pulling me into his naked body. I felt his stone body against my own, noting that he was very warm. "Don't leave! Casey don't leave!" He was strong, incredibly strong. I was pulling away, but he was grabbing me harder, his penis touching me more and more, pressing against my stomach. It was like he didn't even notice. Was he getting hard? No, it had to have been my imagination.

"You're hurting me," I said, a little alarmed. He let go of me immediately. I looked up at him, and he frowned heavily, like a sad puppy dog. It was actually pretty cute.

"I--I didn't mean to hurt you," he said. "I am sorry." When Mr. Tanaka's note asked me to take care of things, did he actually mean him? Like seriously. Did Tanaka think this was an okay thing to ask a distant neighbor to do?

"It's all right. I forgive you." He smiled, revealing a set of perfect, white teeth. "I wish you came with instructions," I mumbled. He smiled even wider and hurried off into one of the bedrooms. I got to take a look at his perfect, round butt. He sped back into the room and handed me a pamphlet. It was his--care instructions?

I doubted I was going to make it to my classes today. Why would Mr. Tanaka leave someone alone who didn't seem capable of taking care of himself? I was going to get this guy some help and then email my professors about my wild morning. I was sure they'd understand my absence. This was not normal. The telephone rang again.

I retreated back to where I'd left the phone, answering it quickly. "Hello?" No response. I swallowed, my throat dry. I didn't like feeling like I was in danger. "Doe?"

"You should evacuate the premises. Leave everything as you found it. Goodbye." I hung up the phone and looked at AX3, who had followed me into the bedroom. He stood perfectly still. I could hear a faint hissing sound.

"Uh, AX3--?" He looked at me, and then I started to feel slightly dizzy. He strode over to me quickly and picked me up. "What--what are you doing--?" My words trailed off. AX3 cradled me in arms, walking quickly towards the front door. He opened it forcefully, breaking the lock in the process. He pulled the door closed before he walked all the way down the hall towards the stairwell. He sniffed my hair as he held me in his arms. I kind of liked him, even if he was nuts. I was still kind of dizzy. "Your hair, it smells like--like sweet!" He was so ditzy, though it was kind of charming. He was probably talking about my hair oil. It was coconut scented. He was still holding me, and though I wasn't heavy, I didn't think he would be able to carry me for so long.

"Could you set me down?" I asked. He complied. I stumbled slightly, and he supported me, making sure I had my balance. I wasn't too sure, but I had a feeling that Doe had something to do with what happened in there. Was she trying to kill AX3? He'd made sure I made it out of there okay and now I had to make sure he was taken care of. I'd help him get into contact with his family, his girlfriend--anybody who could make sure he'd be safe. "Follow me." We walked back down the hall to my door. I fished around for my key in the pocket of my jeans. I unlocked the door, but not before Mrs. Horowitz saw me with a naked man pressing his flaccid dick into my back. All because he seemed to lack the basic instinct of personal space.

We stumbled in and he followed me into my bedroom. He was like a little duck, well--a big duck. I pulled out a pair of briefs and handed them to him. He put them on and they rode up his ass. I couldn't believe I was getting an erection with all that had happened today. He didn't even try to pull them out from between his beefy cheeks. It couldn't be helped; they were really small on his large body.

I handed him a t-shirt and that was too small as well. The sleeves hugged his biceps and if he moved his arms the shirt rode up on his flat stomach. I walked up to him, pulling at the hem of the shirt, trying to make it cover more of his muscled stomach. I laughed when it wouldn't stay put. He lifted his arms and once again I tried to pull the shirt down. He gave a husky laugh, smiling at me widely, like it was a game. I was forced to accept I'd just have to look at him semi-nude.

My clothes just weren't going to fit him. I wasn't even at his shoulder, meaning he most likely weighed way more than I did too. I couldn't see him weighing anything close to 145 pounds. I figured he had some clothes back at Tanaka's, but with what happened earlier I didn't think it would be a good idea to return there. He'd just have to make do with my too-tight underclothes for now.

I had set the pamphlet he gave me down when I first entered the apartment and went to retrieve it. He followed, of course. I stood by the end table next to my front door and he stood behind me. I could hear him breathing behind me as I read the three lines of text. They were labeled as Vital Information.