1965, BUNGO STRAY DOGS

SONGBIRD

Tonight, the siren's sultry song was to be performed in front of sad soul'd sailors; the woman's sparkling dress spilled on the platform as she stood, having the lights grace her warm skin that's decorated in gleaming diamonds, fitting for a beguiling sight like the full-bodied singer.

   She stood with her famous smile, showing her pearly-whites that complimented her darkened lips with an audience of people, mostly men, waiting for her crisp classic jazz; they were aching to be doused in her milky moonlight music; everyone was waiting for a taste of her talent, it was human of them but unlike them, it almost felt that she was too flawless to be human from her sparkling eyes, down to her luxury fitted feet.

   " Thank ya'll for coming out tonight," she started as she looked from her eyelashes as her voice spilled like wine in glass but before the gallery could shower her in their claps, her poison ivy eyes shifted to the men in the back; her two dearest detectives, quite amusing in her eyes to say the least as they've been for years, " and may I say welcome to my darling boys. "

  Finally, she sang into the microphone. Her vibrations coaxed the walls, not harshly as she smoothly rasped out the lyrics with hints of her mother's accent that sounded of tangy passion fruit; the broken language of Patois, truly best from the Jamaican lady. Her almond-tipped red nails caressed the neck of the equipment, making the naughty thoughts of men run wild.

     She was truly a natural, so used to the ravenous eyes of everyone, specifically Kunikida Doppo and Osamu Dazai; a match made in Pandora's box. Leonia had everyone in her trap, she knew how to make a emotionless group of people feel her pain with such ease, experience her love and much more; she was almost like a witch, capable of making the best and worst of things happen to anyone who crosses her path with blind eyes, not knowing of how to deal with her magic.

     The people tapped against their tables along with the rhythmic melody, feeling her cascade of euphoria with it's tune as their eyes traveled her hip's sway, proving her undefeated role as the best woman to seduce each and every visitor of the well-known club that serves whiskey with their popped cherries until finally, she finished with her last note, serenaded in open applause and whistles of delight by her heart-throbbing excellence.

    This was the night of the starlight; dress in the finest of things to perform her delightful tales, then sit in front of her vanity as she did now, admiring her marvelous features until those dog-tongued men of hers make their appearance, wearing their golden smiles; " Oh dear, you both came rather quick to my room, don't you think? ", she mused as she smiled, taking off her dangle earrings as she looked into the mirror, having her eyes glance into the orbs of the cheery man; Dazai Osamu─a complex tale that only sinners can see through, drenched in death's bath as his eyes reflect top-shelf liquor of corrupted night-lives. Loose wraps cling to his skin that's covered in rose thorn's scratches which never disturbed you because for many nights you've kissed upon each scar with admiration, making his rosebud cheeks flush and his gluttonous path become wider under the limelight of great intercourse. Still, that didn't change the issues at his professional hand with the recent murders of women in your category; singers, pooled by their own blood like dead mockingbirds who's been hit with the rocks of secret vengeance.

      " We need to talk, doll face' ", the chocolate-haired man came behind the enchantress, feeling the fall of her hair as the locks rolled down her shoulder; Kunikida always found her hair peaceful to comb through with rain's pour, it reminded him of the stories of Medusa but in a awfully affectionate way, expected of a poet like himself.

   " About what, it's rude to barge in a lady's restroom ",  she tapped upon the ridge of her collarbone, signaling the brunette's assistance to take off the necklace which he did, kindly as he spoke of such horror, " well, as you know, there's been a plague of murder; mainly attacking singers─it's funny, don't ya' think? "