Edgy Warning 3.0: 18+ Contains mature subject matter; Language, Statutory rape, Graphic scenes, Bullying, and Self-hate.
Disclaimer: I do not own Persona in any way, shape, form, or size. One can only dream…right?
A/N: Four-shot series. This will be my first Persona 4 fanfic, and what better way to hit it off then with a darkfic loaded with angsty goodness, and tons of drama. This will take place around the beginning of the game, at least post Shadow Yukiko. In case you haven't read the summary, this fic will contain mature subject matter, and will be Yukiko-centric. So pretty please, please comment, favorite or follow, the more feedback I get, the more motivated I am to continue writing! Please enjoy.
A/N: Beforehand, I would like to apologize for my English, it is my second language, I am Swedish and have been studying English for quite some time now, so bare with me.
There are a few things I would like to mention before you read this:
1). The characters may get a little ooc, but I'm trying to keep them as canon as possible under the specific circumstances.
2). Oh good lord, Teddie not be making an appearance in this fic.
3). This fic for the most part, will not include any TV world scenes or Persona's, despite being in the same universe.
4). This fic will include slight hints to a YuxYukiko pairing.
5). What the hell is wrong with me...
The Pride Of The Town
By: Screaming With Your Mouth Shut
Chapter 1: The Amagi Repercussion
"So, you getting used to this place yet?"
Yukiko Amagi stood up from her chair, idly listening to the chatter going on between her two classmates, Yosuke Hanamura, and Yu Narukami. Behind her sat her long-time best friend, Chie Satanoka, who walked by and join in on the pairs conversation, mentioning something about repaying her for breaking her DVD by buying her steak, which was very typical of her. She found it hard to suppress a giggle from her already miserable day, when she heard Yosuke groan at the revelation of having to treat Chie as well.
"So, how about it Yukiko?" Chie asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Don't you think he should treat us too?"
She wanted to say yes, but...
"I'll pass... I don't want to gain anymore weight, and I need to help out at the inn today. Sorry." she said in a rather disappointed tone.
Now she had been reminded why today was so miserable. Just this morning, her mother had informed her that they would be receiving a large group of guests all at once, and that she needed to be home right after school. She mentally sighed, she could only picture the list of chores that had stacked itself up throughout the day. Not only that, but she hadn't been able to sleep all to well the past couple of nights, combined with the overwhelming stress-load of work to be done at the inn, really put her mood down in the dumps. She just wanted this day to be over and done with as soon as possible.
"Wow Yukiko-san!" Yosuke exclaimed, while practically jumping out of his chair. "You started training to take over the inn?"
I'm not in the mood to be dealing with your shit, Yosuke... she mentally threatened towards the head phone wearing boy. "It's not like that." Yukiko plainly denied. "I'm just helping out when things get too busy. Besides, I should be getting on my way." she repeated in her monotone voice, before walking off.
"Aw, well that sucks..." Chie said. "We should get going too."
"Hey-what!?" Yosuke complained. "Do I seriously have to treat two people?" to which Chie only nodded.
Yosuke sighed in defeat, there was no getting through Chie when it came to food. He rubbed the sides of his temple, before trudging towards the door, muttering a quiet "Okay, let's go..." to the two, eliciting an excited cheer from Chie, and an equally oblivious Yu. Albeit, unknown to the other two, Yu had been focusing all of his attention at the black-haired girl, and her depressing behavior to even notice the two making plans, before he knew what was going on, Chie had a hold on his arm, and was dragging him along behind Yosuke.
Yukiko ducked under her book beg sheltering herself from the down pouring rain. She was mentally cursing herself for not bringing an umbrella, despite the rain warnings. Her hair was soaked, her clothes where drenched to the point where they were almost see through. Not to mention, her homework was probably wrecked from the downpour.
Could this day get any worse? Yukiko thought bitterly. She didn't think anything at this point could cheer her up. She mustered some strength and continued running towards the inn...
...Only to trip on a fallen branch, and land straight into a mud puddle.
Yukiko wanted to scream. It was like the entire world was against her today. Nothing was going as planned, and now she had to walk home soaked head from toe, covered in dirt and mud, and the seer blistering cold with nothing but ripped leggings and a wet sweater. Perfect. She wanted nothing more then to tell the world to 'fuck off'. Give her family inn the middle finger, and be on her way, living her life like a regular teenage girl.
She wanted everyone to know that she threw in the towel, and was officially done for the day.
"If only it were that easy..." she snickered to herself lowly. There was no point trying to cover herself from the onslaught of raindrops, so instead she opted to loosely stuff the water damaged textbooks and notes into her bag, and continued on home.
When she finally arrived, she found the place bustling with its usual busy banter, much to her displeasure. After receiving a scolding from her mother about being late and not bringing an umbrella with her, she went about her usual routine of going upstairs and changing into her work uniform. Then, it was off to slavery for the next six and a half hours.
Yukiko started with the vacuuming. There were two rooms that had just been vacated. All that was left to do was the sweeping and vacuuming. So she shuffled her feet to the utilities closet, and pulled out the clunky plastic device. She then hauled it up the stairs to the first vacant room. It didn't take long to cover the entire room, even making sure to go over a second time, just in case. Whether she was in a sour mood or not, she still made sure she did her job to the best of her abilities.
After unplugging the vacuum, she picked it up, and trudged down two floors to the other vacant room, and returned to the same ritual of plugging it into the far socket, and going over the floor once, then another time for good measure. Satisfied with her efforts, she put the machine away, and went into her room to take a small break.
Sprawled out along the floor were lines of waterlogged notebooks and school supplies, while her book bag and jacket were hung to dry in the corner. She had been praying that the textbooks weren't as bad as they seemed. Having to dish out hundreds of dollars to replace a couple books didn't exactly peek at Yukiko's interests.
Before she knew it, ten minutes had passed, and it was almost dinner time. During service, she was usually assigned to taking plates, and serving food to others. It also didn't help that the dinning room and kitchen were both on separate ends of the building. Not only that, but she would also have to deal with a bunch of lusty drunk men hitting on her, or trying to make moves. And the worst part about it, she had no choice but to deal with it, no matter how creepy and gross they were.
Yukiko reluctantly got up off of her bed, and left the room, walking the walk of a death row prisoner.
Dinner service went by fairly quick. What with Yukiko having to snake and dodge around intoxicated men hollering and trying to touch her butt, she was beginning to feel like a pro. Once everything began to die down, the dinning room started to clear. While other employee's helping the guests back to their room, Yukiko was stuck with cleaning up the place. Loads of dirty dishes, and used napkins piled themselves next to the mountain of beer bottles and wine glasses. Honestly, for Yukiko it felt like working at a bar sometimes. It seemed that no matter how much she sprayed air freshener or scrubbed the floors, the place always seemed to reeked of booze.
After what seemed like an eternity carrying load after load of dishes, she rounded up all the empty beer bottles into a few plastic garbage bags, and began hauling them out to the recycling bin outside. The long tread to the bins behind the inn was enough of a struggle, having to carry at least forty pounds worth of glass, but having to do it in the pitch dark only served to irk Yukiko even more. On her way outside of the building, she could have sworn she saw someone moving around her, but never seemed to find anything when she looked around. She dismissed it as the nightly atmosphere playing tricks on her, and proceeded to quickly drop off the first bag, and go for the second.
Again, having trouble carrying the near forty pound bag down the couple flights of stairs, and back behind the inn, she felt the same feeling, like someone was following her. Her suspicions were only proven farther when the sounds of heavy breath sounded like they were coming closer and closer to contact with Yukiko. Without a second though, the black haired girl dashed towards the entrance of the inn, disappearing behind the thick doors. Little did she know, the source of the breathing wasn't all to far behind her.
What the hell was that?!
Yukiko stood slightly shaken in the lobby of the inn. She shook her head in disbelief, feeling her heart rate at least double over what had just happened. Nothing had ever freaked her out this much before. She at least felt glad she was safe inside the inn. In an attempt to take her mind off of what just happened, she went to work on the next chore on her list, cleaning out the hot spring baths. Arming herself with a mop and bucket, a few scrub brushes, and a pair of rubber gloves, she set off to work.
After making sure the hot springs were totally empty of guests, Yukiko started by placing the used towels into the laundry shoot across the hall. Now taking one of the scrub brushes, she started off with the corner farthest from the door, and worked her way around the bath itself till she reached the door. Satisfied with her work, she quickly discarded the used brush, and carried on with a quick mop up. Off in the distance, the sounds of groaning and something hitting the walls could be heard. Causing Yukiko to feel a little sick to her stomach, despite her luck.
It's none of my business, just ignore it...
It's none of my business, just ignore it...
It's none of my business, just ignore it...
Yukiko repeatedly chanted in her head. It still didn't help that she was in a pissed off mood, so much so, that she almost felt contempt to go to where ever the noise was coming from, and give whoever was 'doing it', a piece of her mind.
That was not the case.
The sounds seemed like they were getting closer and closer. Maybe this is serious... The black haired girl wondered. She fell silent for a second, to listen for the direction the noises were coming from. She finally was able to make out the echoing footsteps of someone outside the hall, the groans and moans accompanying it.
I'll let someone else take care of it...
Not being in the mood to put up with someone at the moment, she went back to mopping the tiled bath floors. For a moment, the groans and moans stopped, and were replaced with the sickening stench of alcohol. Then, before Yukiko had any idea of what was going on, she was forcefully brought down to the floor by a foreign, but heavy weight. She look over to see an creepy, unkempt old man, on top of her, breathing raggedly onto the poor girl, as his cold, hard hands began squeezing and groping the flesh under her clothes.
Yukiko let out a shrill scream, but was quickly silenced with a hand over her mouth. The man continued feeling her around her most private regions, before taking one hand, and began ripping through her kimono. Yukiko only looked at the man with tears in her eyes, silently pleading for him to stop. She began to squirm underneath the weight, in an vain attempt to free herself, which proved to be fruitless, and only received a hard punch to the face as a result. The man was practically drooling all over her, his hands finally reaching underneath her outerwear, and was feeling her through the fabric of her bra.
The girl tried to kick her way out of the mans grasp, her face expressing one of absolute pain, as blood seeped from her nose, and down her mouth. The man took this initiative to press his lips to hers forcefully, to the point were he was practically slobbering over her. His hands continued roaming her body, tearing the fabric of the bra, revealing her bare chest to the lustful man. He began squeezing and pinching her nipples rather hardly, causing Yukiko to cry out in pain through the mans palm.
The mans hand soon traveled down to her most sacred of places, and began messaging her through her panties, before slipping inside, and touching her there. Yukiko was in full panic mode, her tears had long since blinded her from the what was going on. She tried to escape, tried kicking, hitting, trying to push the man off, but nothing would work. The man still had full domination of her body, and there was not a damn thing she could do about it. After taking his hand out of her panties, he uncovered her mouth, but just as fast, shoved his fingers into the girls mouth, giving her an unwanted tasted of her area down below. Yukiko could feel herself close to vomiting. The musky, salty taste assaulting her tongue started to make her gag. All the while, the mans reached for a handful of the kimono, and tore the rest of it off of her body, leaving her completely naked, and under his control.
The second she was fully exposed, the old man made no hesitation unbuckling his pants, and pulling him down, revealing his already erect manhood. Even through all the tears, Yukiko clearly understood what was about to happen. Which made her protest his attack even more. She began wailing about under the man, kicking and throwing her fist, doing whatever to stop the man for what he was about to do. She recieved another hard punch to the face, causing more blood to escape her nose and lip.
With one fluent motion, the man positioned himself near her entrance...
...and slammed himself inside of her, ignoring the bloodcurdling scream emitting from the defenseless girl.
Yukiko had never experience anything as painful as this. She squeezed her eyes shut as hard as she could, silently praying that this was all a dream, and that she would wake up soon. This wasn't supposed to happen, none of this was meant to happen. She was violating the her most sacred place, and taking the one thing she had been saving for the man she would marry, and he was stealing it! But the man paid no heed to her, and continued pounding himself into her, over and over, each time more painful then the last.
After a couple minutes, the pounding ceased, and the man pulled himself out of her, causing blood to pool itself underneath her thighs. She had finally thought it was all over, only to find herself being covered in a hot sticky substance. The man eventually took his hand off the hysterically sobbing girl, eyeing over the deed he had done.
"No sense getting you pregnant, slut." the man slurred, as he stood up.
He picked up his discarded pants, and began putting them on, finishing with the buckle. He pulled out a cell phone, and after a few second, began taking pictures of the girl, lying naked on the cold, hard floor.
"Thanks, I needed that." the man slurred, as he stumbled out of the bath house, and back into the hall way, leaving the girl in a dirty, sobbing mess.
Yukiko, didn't bother getting up, she only turned to her side, and drew her knees into her chest, hugging herself tightly, dispelling the intense pain coming from between her legs. She felt absolutely nauseous, not being able to keep anything down anymore, she let out a stream of vomit onto the floor. The young girl continued sobbing into her knees, never in her life had she felt more disgusting, used, and alone. She didn't even know who she was anymore. Now more then anything, she wanted someone, anyone, to hold her, to tell her everything will be alright.
She needed some reassurance, that people still cared for her.
Cared for her...
Care...
No one will ever love me anymore...
A/N: Well, that was pretty dark. So whaddya think, do I write a good rape scene?
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