/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>46417565
outside? Yeah. Internally? She'd be an embarrassed wreck

>>46016496
that just means more of her to love!

>>45944626 (3/3—p2)
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The inside of the shrine was, as always, pristine. Memories laced every corner of it, yet I paid no attention; my eyes focused on the kneeling man in the living room. Tenderly and with clear experience, he cared for Chen's scrapped knee, the bakeneko mumbling something I couldn't hear with him, stopping when her ears twitched and those big eyes, pictures of fear, turned to me. Guilt twinged inside but was obfuscated by this electrifying discovery—love and hatred. Me and him~

Still, I gestured with my hand, stepping closer. Anon jumped a little before tensing up when a Gap opened on Chen's knee, bandages falling to reveal no trace of wound. “… Not everything must be solved with power.” He mutters as I stop behind him, rage and bitterness perceivable in his tone, though drastically neutered. The bakeneko lowered her head to avoid meeting my gaze.

I hum, containing myself and my passionate fantasies. Planning, watching—striking when time's best. That's Yukari Yakumo. “A mistake done, a mistake corrected. It’s just my way~Chen.” I turn to her, the bakeneko refusing to lift her head until Anon, bearing a sweet smile, rubbed her two arms and their eyes met, a conversation done without words. The next moment, she timidly met my gaze, squirming in place. “I'm sorry for hurting you, okay? It wasn't my intention.” I kneeled by Anon's side, the man so stiff one could think of him as a statue. “Today's been a very… hard day for me, and seeing Flandre, someone I've grown to care a lot for recently, made me not think of my actions.” I take her hand on mine and am not surprised by the lack of desire to pull away, eyes large with tinted hope and conflict. She's just a robot without feelings, after all—she'd never refuse her master…

Yet, this warmth in my heart…

A night where she'd appeared all battered and bruised, blood covering her clothes and face, flashed through my mind. The perplexing pain of being ignored for the first time, too…

“You forgive me?”

“… Y-Yeah…” It's said fast and low, though it's also coupled with a nod. “Can I go now? I-I'm hungry…” The lie was said while not looking at me but at Anon, who softly patted her head before making space for her to leave. Chen ran away, tense and befuddled, joining the voices coming from the kitchen.

Alone in the living room, I gently caught Anon's hand on mine—his innate desire to pull didn't strike my heart now—turning my eyes to meet his, amazed if for a moment with the profound conflict I saw in there, which was swiftly given life: “Y-Yukari—Dear, I… please don't take that too seriously. That o-outburst wasn't me; I swear to you! I didn't mean any of those words. Don't take offense; I don't want someone hurt because of my mis—”

I shut him up with a kiss.

What a sweetheart, selflessly concerned about others first~. Considering the threats I made months earlier, it’s understandable. Ah, if I were to be aware of this back then… It’s surprising how thoroughly repulsed I am by him returning our kiss with pretend fondness and love.

No… Lies and facades won't do anymore, not when our beautiful child—our world~—grows inside of me.

Love and hate, crashing waves of ecstasy that shake my very core, heartbeat quickening as the kiss ends, hands tenderly gripping his face, those wide eyes hiding fear and choler as the silence grew. Now that he has shown me his true feelings, it's impossible to continuously miss the vein of hatred pulsing inside those pupils, the stiffness of his strong hands on my body or the unwillingness of his lips to meet mine—a complete and utter despise held back by threats and submissiveness that were coded into him.

I’ll put all that to an end now~

The voices in the distance suddenly fade, and he scowls. “Don't fret—they'll be enjoying making dinner in a paradisiacal house of mine on the Caribbean~” My hands go down, touching strong muscles that jerk as if set on fire. “When all is done, me and you will too… But for now, Anon, I want you.”

A usual detachment spreads on those eyes together with a smirk so fake it's vomit-inducing, his hands about to reach my weak spots, mouth preparing one of the many trained lines—

“—… You hate me, don't you?” It's said abruptly and with an innocent smile.

He freezes, eyes bulging, facade shattered; honesty blinks in there for a moment, ‘yes’, but a fake smile quickly drowns it out. My heart thunders and my body salivates for action—a guttural fire lifting the sides of my mouth.

“W-What? I… I don't understand, dear, what do you…?” I don’t contain my serene giggle, his brow creasing in disarray—but, oh, visible it is in each inch of his face and quivering body. He looks like a bird struggling to open its wings. “… W-What do you want from me?! Is this a trick to punish me for that out—”

I come face-to-face with him, my eyes gleaming and smile lovely. “Tell me the truth, Anon… Now.” I whisper.

He stares; the melodic silence near infinite. A moment all ours~

No hesitation: “… Yes, I do.”