Ill tell you a story; a strange dream I had.
There is a strange drug, and its use is secretly growing.
I'm an investigator. Two weeks have almost passed since the investigation started. I learned the location and time of a secret party tonight through some random gossip. I was finally getting a chance. I was extremely cautious and put together a fake ID several times over. It's for my undercover operation.
It's night, and I get into the pick-up car. There are already three men sitting inside the stretch limousine. No one talks. Strange tension is prevalent inside the car. Soon, the car stops at the corner of the warehouse district. I get out of the car, following everyone, and go down the long stairway which leads underground. The door opens. Gathered there are about 40 men and women. The room is dimly lit, with sparse indirect lightings installed into the plain brick walls. I slowly make my way inside.
A man next me speaks to the woman.
"How do you do?"
But the woman just looks at him, and says
"We are not supposed to greet, remember?" as she turns her back to him.
Everyone seems to have met for the first time today.
I hear the man's voice, saying, "It's starting soon."
Then a back door opens, and a woman appears. A woman introduces herself as Chloe.
She wears a tight black dress and has a glass with liquid that seems to be water in her hand.
"Now, then... "
When the woman speaks, everyone becomes silent.
An elderly man pushing a cart appears behind the woman, and he distributes glasses to everyone. I have one in my hand, too.
"To true happiness... "
Everyone drinks their glasses in unison.
I quietly pour a sample into a container in my pocket, and then pour the rest into my mouth.
That was water.
My body feels tense, anticipating a change.
One minute passess
two minutes pass
but nothing happens.
I look around, and a man and a woman have paired off and exchange a light kiss, holding hands as they lean up against the wall. They met for the first time today, but they're acting like they love each other from the bottom of their hearts.
"Damn, what's going on?"
Nothing is happening to my body. That's a bad sign. They probably know I'm an investigator and, somehow, never put any medicine in my glass.
I try to sneak out of the room quietly so that no one will find me. But the door I came in is locked.
Then I saw the woman who introduced herself as Chloe disappearing into the back door.
I stoop down, and slowly move into the door so that no one would be suspicious.
The long, quiet, gloomy corridor.
I slowly walk, my footsteps not making a sound, so that no one notices.
Suddenly, a distinctive black shadow jumps out of the darkness.
It's Chloe.
My body has gone rigid in surprise, as she kisses me lightly.
"What are you doing...?"
Chloe smiles without saying anything.
That's when a strange sensation begins to fill my body.
I am completely in love with Chloe.
I never loved a person this much before. Someone like me is feeling the elation and happiness of meeting a soul mate.
A feeling of complete satisfaction and giving myself entirely to Chloe.
Looking in her eyes, I can sense that Chloe also has the same.
"I love you..."
The words come out so naturally.
"I love you, too...." Chloe murmurs, smiling.
I hold her hand as I lean against the wall.
It's our moment. Just by being with her, I feel a happiness which can't be replaced by anything
I've never felt like this before.
I'm losing consciousness. No, that's not it.
The hearts of two people intertwined.
In the silence and darkness, the connection of our souls starts to open up like a complicated labyrinth.
The euphoria transcends time...
and I lose consciousness.
Several hours later
It feels like awaking from a dream I didn't want to forget, but I've woken up.
I realize that I'm on a sofa in the investigation office.
A girl who works at the office notices me and winks lightly.
I'd been found passed out at the site alone, and it seems I've been carried here to lie down.
A door opens and colleagues from drug test service start approaching. I gingerly raise my body.
"Are you OK?"
I sip at the coffee I'm given.
"Yeah. What happened to me? I drank the water, and..."
"We investigated the sample you took."
"Have you? What on earth was it?"
"It's still being analyzed, but it seems to be like a stimulant which acts by kissing."
"When you kiss?"
"Yeah, it doesn't seem to be harmful. Its ingredients are simple, but we don't know how it works. Either way, it isn't illegal.".
Chloe has appeared from around the hallway.
Following behind her are my fellow investigators, taking her in.
The investigators walk up right to me.
"She's free to go," the investigator who noticed me murmurs.
"It doesn't seem to be an illegal drug, and she didn't harm anyone."
"How was it made?" the Drug Test agent asks Chloe curiously.
"The water was made by an angel."
Chloe kissed me suddenly.
"What are you doing...?"
I'm shaken, but the sensation comes over me again.
A feeling that is directed only towards what you hold dear.
I looked at the coffee in my hand.
"Was it in there
?"
Chloe is smiling.
Then, she is taken by an investigator and leaves the room.
"Wait a minute...."
I try to stop Chloe.
"Don't worry, nothing was in there," she says, looking back, and with that remaining smile, she leaves the room.
I look at the cup of coffee while the remaining feeling subsides.
And then I realize that the feeling that had swelled in me had been my own.
(ich mein Teil 12 is praktisch ne Homage an Star Wars