You could count the times you've seen the guy with your finger. Err… In this case, tentacles. Shinra Matthews is a famous name in your neighborhood and the world of sports. Would you believe it? That a volleyball player who competed in the Olympics is living in this boring old neighborhood? You couldn't even believe it yourself. The first time you met a guy, you were invited by a friend of a friend to celebrate one of his volleyball wins. The two of you never talked but the difference in class status is evident by his mere presence. He gets along with everyone he talks to. People laugh at his jokes. They are yes-men to his every question and request. He fame personified. Your neck would snap just by looking at the high pedestal life has given him. And now, that place he's had throughout his life could easily be snatched away.
The place he lived in is your typical suburban house, although, a bit bigger than your residence. You were prepared to miss him out because he tends to be out all the time, playing volleyball abroad or practicing in the local public gymnasium with his team. It was by chance that you saw him lounging in the living room, watching a Japanese show with a juice at hand.
You just remembered that Shinra is half-Japanese and half-American. His parents are often out of the country due to the nature of their high-paying jobs, leaving Shinra well-off with his own household. You don't know what enticed him to live in this neighborhood. There's not that much appeal besides its proximity to wilderness and night visitations from mountain lions in your yard.
With your gelatinous form, you slipped inside the sliding doors and crawled underneath his feet. Without him noticing, you mixed yourself with the juice in his cup. Somehow, Shinra noticed the change of weight in his hand. He peered at the cup, focusing on what made that weird sensation. Within a few seconds, he shrugged it off. You were relieved. He just failed to notice that there was more juice than before. Shinra placed the cup in his mouth then he realized, the juice won't flow to his mouth. When he looked, the juice jumped on his face and covered his facial orifices with its watery tendrils. Shinra tried to scoop you out but his calloused hands won't penetrate your viscous surface. You earned your momentum and pushed deeper inside his throat, nose, and ears. You've traveled down the trachea and deep inside his lungs, where your liquid body separated into a million pieces thanks to the capillaries in the alveoli. You've dissipated into his bloodstream, and with it, you took control of his body.
Shinra's eyes closed, and when they opened, there was a breath of difference hiding in the glint. They look wrong, yet looking like their usual at the same time. It's a difference that only Shinra's close acquaintances can notice. And by these memories flowing in your mind, it's sad to say despite the popularity of this guy, there are only a few who have truly known him.
You stood up from your seat and looked down on your body. You're somewhat short for a volleyball player, standing only at 5 feet and 8 inches. However, that short stature is what he's famously known for. He's fast and nimble, with quick dexterity that made him a formidable opponent in the court. Just looking at these legs and feeling the strength brimming in those lean muscles made you sure of the fact.