Maria Sama Ga Miteru

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Drifting

By Miracles79

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Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters they belong to the amazing Oyuki Konno who brought Maria Sama Ga Miteru into our lives.

I advise you DO NOT read this if you are under 16 as it is a very dark interpretation of Maria Sama Ga Miteru. Read at your own discretion.

'10 years…'

'10 years, has it really been that long?'

The figure pondered this question as she gazed upon the grounds of her establishment with little to no interest. By this point, day had already succumbed to night cloaking the shadowy figure from view in her dimly lit office as she silently remembered moments that shaped her life up until this very moment.

The figure leaned on the hand rail of her balcony, absentmindedly, measuring the distance between herself and the ground below. She smiled bitterly as she downed another glass of vodka wincing as her throat burnt from the numbing sensation coursing throughout her entire system.

The sound of the whispering wind played havoc with her mind as they whispered of repercussions born from regrets and distrust. A never ending torment which had continued to plague her mind ever since that unfortunate day which occurred 10 years ago to this very day.

The figure bowed her head resting it against the frozen handrail which, surprisingly, calmed her nerves as she regained a slither of composure whilst in her drunken state. As the hand, which encased her empty glass, began to shake uncontrollably.

'10 years…'

'That's all it took…'

'10 years since the events that changed my life…'

'And 10 years since I lost the reason for that change'

Her fingers, which held the now empty glass, tightened firmly causing her knuckles to turn white as they shook violently. The figure removed her head from the handrail in one seamlessly smooth motion before exhaling deeply as the wisps from her breathe intermingled with the night sky further emphasising the freezing temperature outside on the balcony.

For many a passer bye this scene would have seemed strange and unbecoming of a lady of such stature, like a traditional lover fawning over the loss of a lost loved one in times long gone, but to the occupants of this house the scene was, unfortunately, a common sight.

However, despite her parent's pleas, she refused the help her family willingly offered as well as the companionship of suitors who greedily attempted to fill the gap, and the empty space in her bed, which had been ripped out of her still beating heart.

'10 years and there's no trace of you anymore…'

'As if you didn't even exist…'

'The world knows my name but it pains me that they never learnt of yours'

The figure took one last look into the murky night sky overhead then left the seclusion of her balcony opting instead to move into her bedroom and her place of isolation from the outside world. The unmistakable click of the lock was followed by the groggy steps of the sole occupant of the room and, coincidentally, the house.

The once empty glass was once more refilled as the fresh yet sickly taste of vodka slipped effortlessly down her throat resulting in a negligible grunt of satisfaction. "Happy anniversary…wherever you are, my precious little Petite Soeur" the bitterness of her words saw through as she forcefully threw the glass against the wall closest to her vicinity.

She watched it shatter, another common sight for the once composed Ice Princess of Lillian. She stepped through the shattered glass, the shards piercing her bare feet, showing no emotion as she did so. The living dead would have best described her not that she would have welcomed this observation at the present time.

The pain never registered as her eyes were fixed on an image displayed proudly on her writing desk. She moved closer as her footsteps became uneven and unsteady perhaps due to the amount of alcohol she had consumed or maybe the realisation and sight that she would only ever see from a picture frame.

"Yumi"

The figure fell to her knees the glass mercilessly stabbing into the open flesh around her knees and ankle but once again the pain never registered. The only pain she felt resonated from her heart which had begun to beat faster ever since she saw the image of her Petite Soeur displayed in plain view for all to see and admire.

Uncontrolled sobs slipped past the figures slightly swollen and chaffed lips. The sobs which could only mean one thing to all who have either felt or witnessed such a painful, and helpless, scene. She was going to remember her…her Petite Soeur…the beautiful and honest, Fukuzawa Yumi.

The figure raised her head slightly as the beams of moonlight revealed strands of unkempt blue/black hair and piercing blue eyes which retained their ice cold exterior. How things had changed, the once honourable and proud Ogasawara Sachiko had been replaced by the confused, stranded and pessimistic woman that knelt before her Petite Soeurs picture as if in prayer.

"Why? Why couldn't I be the Onee-Sama that you deserved…why couldn't I protect you from the world which bore you…Why did I ignore your pleas for help when you needed me most…wh-why did it end like this?"

Sachiko's screams of pain echoed around the room amplifying the pain she felt for the world to hear but nobody heard it. Nobody cared for the problems of the rich and well off, a common misconception amongst the populace was that money and power equalled happiness but now Sachiko saw through that obvious fabrication.

'Money has brought me nothing but misery…'

'A burden which the uneducated strive to attain…'

'Which I wish to be rid of…'

'Yet I can't…'

'All money lures are the greedy, the uncaring and the lowest form of live in this god forsaken world'

To most this would have just sounded like the cries of a "poor little rich girl", oh the irony of that statement, "poor" to reflect the spoilt child was another common misconception, at least in Sachiko's mind.

To Sachiko "poor" spoke of her social standings in modern society. Sachiko admittedly had very few true friends who she could rely on whole heartedly. The rest had been scared away by the pressure of speaking to someone in a place of nobility but worst of all the mere mention of affluence encouraged the gluttonous rabble to flock to her as if she was the second coming of Maria-Sama herself.

"Money! I hate it and I hate that I could offer you everything money could buy, Yumi…I wanted to show you how much you meant to me but how could I when what you desired required the money I had not worked for…The money handed down to me which I had no right to own"

Sachiko raised her hand and traced the outline of her Petite Soeurs face with her index finger slowly moving across Yumi's flushed cheeks, beautiful brown eyes and luscious pink lips.

"Yumi, where are you? What happened to you? It's been 10 years since we last saw one another but then you disappeared…why? And where did your family go? Why does the house you once lived in belong to strangers? I…I don't know what happened?" Sachiko whispered as her eyes began to glisten from the pain of this knowledge as she began to remember, vaguely, the events of 10 years ago.

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Around 10 years ago to this very day, Yumi and her family had vanished. To where nobody knows and the reasons why are still unknown. Even Sachiko's privately assembled search team couldn't find hide nor hair of her. Sachiko's friends had an equal measure of success.

Touko had used her influence and reputation to contact local and national media in an attempt to find her Onee-Sama with a very healthy rewarded offered for her whereabouts. The up and coming star of Hollywood searched relentlessly for her Petite Soeur but to no avail.

Touko often met with Sachiko to discuss strategy while outsiders often called for the search to be abandoned. It was fair to say that those people felt the unmatched wrath of The Rosa Chiensis' sisters, Ogasawara Sachiko and Matsudaira Touko.

Yoshino, Yumi's closest friend, had also searched for her personally using her connections and influence in the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. The renowned detective had solved all cases with startling efficiently…all except one, 'the disappearance of Fukuzawa Yumi' which continued to allude her.

Rei comforted her cousin, and secret lover, in the days when Yoshino grieved about the unknown fate of her best and most trusted friend. Both sought comfort in the embrace of the other all the while contemplating the fate of their dearest friend and the missing person in their life.

Shimako and Noriko had offered support whenever they could but were relatively powerless in the search. The relationship between Shimako and Noriko was very similar to that of Rei's and Yoshino's both were madly in love with the other. The only difference was that Shimako and Noriko's love had now been made official thanks to a secret procession held beyond Japan's borders…hidden to all but their closest friends.

Sei, meanwhile, had been greatly affected by Yumi's disappearance and recklessly searched for days at a time for the cute girl with pigtails in her hair. Sei took extended leave from her place of employment, works as an architect and painter for Kyoto landscape, and searched for Yumi across half of Japan.

Sei did not however search alone. Youko had reluctantly agreed to go on this wild goose chase in the hope that Sei would return knowing that she had done all that she could. Sometimes even Sachiko would accompany them while at other times the whole group would come but there had never been a single sight of Yumi or a single member of her family.

Eriko and her husband, Professor Yamanobe, had to unfortunately sit out most of the search as the former had become pregnant, unexpectedly, in the second year of their search. They had been congratulated and a party was held in celebration of this momentous event but they had, reluctantly, returned to their lives to raise their daughter, rather than search for their former friend.

After 5 years of searching there had been no sight of Yumi or her family and the members of the search had, reluctantly, returned to their previous lives, previous jobs, previous lifestyles and their previous life which did not contain Yumi's presence, her sweet voice or her captivating smile.

The memory of Yumi was beginning to slip away little by little.

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Sachiko picked up the picture of her Petite Soeur and gazed at it fondly. She walked back to her bed and landed with a loud thud against the hard mattress which did not buckle under her slim weight.

Her eyes gravitated back towards the picture held against her chest, at the only person in this world who could cause her heart to beat like this, the only person she had ever longed for or desired.

Unfortunately, Sachiko had come to this conclusion after Yumi's disappearance meaning she never had the chance to confess her feelings to a girl she deeply admired above any and all else. The pain in her heart had at first intensified at the loss of her Petite Soeur but as time passed the pain began to numb until she was a shell of her former self, all of Yumi's work before her disappearance had been completely undone as Sachiko returned to her protective shell of isolation from any and all.

'Yumi, please, come back to me…'

'I never got the chance to tell you how much you mean to me…'

'I love you, Yumi…'

'Even if you won't accept my feelings, please come back…'

'Please don't leave me alone…'

'I need you Yumi'

"Yumi! I need you…there I said it…now come back to me, wherever you are please come back to me…do you want to make me suffer? Do you want me to beg for your return because…because I will…no matter how unseemly it may seem I will get down on my hands and knees and pray for your return" Sachiko shrieked as she clutched the fabric over her heart as the latter had begun to throb painfully once more.

Sachiko's head dropped suddenly as tears began to flow freely from her ocean blue eyes as she whispered sadly "I've even made preparations for when you return…I annulled my marriage to Suguru-San and am now the sole head of the Ogasawara Company…nothing can stand in our way, I only want you Yumi…so please return to me…and…and please love me the same way that I love you…"

Sachiko's gaze turned towards her lap where the picture frame was held tightly between her whitened fingers "Did you know, Yumi…That when you disappeared…not only did your presence leave us but you took something precious with you…something I believed could never be taken away from me…something that I have entrusted you with till my dying day…my heart"

"So please come back to me…please make the pain go away…love me, please" Sachiko began to hiccup slightly as the tears continued to stream down her already dry and tear stained cheeks.

"Yumi!" Sachiko cried out as she held the picture tighter to her chest in an almost possessive manner fearing that the picture, much like the actual person, might disappear from her sight.

"Yumi!"

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"So miss…where are you going?" a middle aged man said from the driving seat as he secretly stared at the young woman to his left. It was less innocent staring and more like staring at her ripe thighs which continued to tease him mercilessly.

'Just you wait till we get to my apartment you fucking beautiful bitch'

"Oh," The young woman replied nervously "I just recently moved into an apartment across from Lillian High, you can just drop me off there…by the way, I'm really grateful for the ride I cannot thank you enough"

The man across nodded his head in understanding "That's fine, I'm happy to help…I'll drop you off at Lillian High which should take about 7 minutes" he commented politely as his gaze shifted from her revealing and slightly torn skirt to her muddied and dirtied shirt.

'Lillian High? Like I'd know where that place is…'

'But don't worry beautiful…I'll teach you something they don't teach at Lillian High hehehe'

The man once again looked at the nervous girl across from him. She seemed to be in her early twenties from what she could tell and was sporting muddied and torn clothes which effectively dirtied the inside of his car. The man had to hide his dissatisfaction about his cars state from the young girl; he'd make her pay for it later by dirtying her in return.

His repulsive thoughts were halted when he heard the girls voice shaking slightly down to nerves no doubt "Thank you so much, I really am grateful…I know I've said it before but if there is any way I can repay you I would happily do it"

The man almost stopped the car completely at this surprising turn of events and his lust for the innocent and unknowing girl beside him only intensified.

"Like I said miss it really is no problem…Although I may have to take you up on your offer if you keep asking me that question" He chuckled slightly at his own amazing wit before returning his attention to the road which was being assaulted by heavy rain and thunder.

The younger girl replied "Please sir if there is anything I can do I would be happy to do it…I'm just new to this area and I have no friends here," she nervously laughed at her statement before continuing "In fact nobody even knows I'm here…I ran away from home you see"

The man had to hide his sickening smirk and increasing erection from sight as this innocent and troubled girl practically walked to her defiler thinking he was her kind and helpful saviour.

'Is she fucking serious…I can't hold it in…'

'Fuck going to the apartment, I can't hold myself in any longer…'

'I need to find a secluded alley way and fast'

The man took another lust filled look at the young woman before his gaze was drawn to a heavy looking bag placed on her lap. "What's in the bag? It looks pretty heavy" the man said uninterestedly as he continued to search for a suitable and secluded alley way.

"Oh, I left my house in a hurry and could only grab a couple of items…these are those items" the girl smiled warmly at the man who had to fight the overwhelming urge to jump her right here and now on the busy and populated stretch of road.

The girl whipped her slightly mud stained hair out of her eyes and continued to gaze fondly at her surroundings completely unaware of the tense atmosphere in the car.

Suddenly the man noticed an ominous looking building in the distance which the girl had also noticed. "Ah," she said in excitement "Were almost at Lillian High, thank you so much for the ride" The man ignored her though and his kind smile was replaced by a look of determination.

"Sir?" The girl asked worried by the man's sudden change in demeanour. The car eventually reached Lillian High but instead of stopping the car the driver continued onwards past the designated stop. "Um, Sir that was my stop…you just missed it" the girl asked worried as the man ignored her once again.

"Sir, we missed the stop…what are you doing?" the girl asked close to tears. "Shut your fucking mouth" the man screamed in anger as he continued to look for an alley way nearby. The girl was terrified as she desperately tried to get out of the car door but it had already been locked.

"Sir, please…why are you doing this? You promised me" The girl cried as tears began to flow down her face. But the man ignored her again not caring for her feeble cries because he had finally found a suitable alleyway with both seclusion and plenty of time to act after the deed was done.

He placed a hand against her neck pressing her up against the window pane as he slowly drove into the deserted alley way taking in every moment of this arousing experience. "Please, oh god, I'm sorry…please let me go…I won't tell anyone I swear" The young girl pleaded as he stopped the car and focused his attention solely on the young girl.

"Oh no, trust me, you won't be telling anyone about this…you're a very lucky girl you know that" the repulsive man said as he unbuckled his belt, climbed into her seat and attempted to rip of her already partially torn skirt.

"No please stop…I'm begging you, I haven't done anything wrong" She sobbed as the hideous man pressed his upper body against hers while attempting to suck on the lower nape of her neck. But the girl attempted to fight back feebly by holding his face and continuing to writhe under him, unintentionally, bringing him more feelings of pleasure.

"Oh no, please…I'm just a poor, lonely little girl who came here without anyone knowing…oh no I thought I could trust you…I was fooled…Oh poor deluded and innocent me…Nobody can hear me scream for help…oh no, I'm at your mercy…I can't do anything…I'm just a poor defenceless and innocent little girl" The younger girl cried.

However, the man stopped instantly from what he was doing. There was something very different in her tone and it terrified him to no end. He definitely heard a cry but it wasn't a fearful or desperate cry like he had imagined it would instead it sounded a lot more like a mock cry as if she wasn't scared at all.

The man looked up hesitantly towards the face of the younger girl which was covered up by her brown hair. "You really are stupid aren't you" the girl said behind an obvious smirk.

The man's temporary fear was replaced by hilarity as he prepared to continue what he started but before he could act on his urges the young woman's hand shot up, grabbed his neck and lifted him above her and against the ceiling of the car roof.

'Wha-What the?"

'Wha…what the fuck is going on?'

"Oh no please help me…I'm all alone and scared…I couldn't possibly protect myself…I'm so weak, tiny and womanly…what hope have I got against such a strong, masculine man" The younger woman sniggered while still staring down at her lap without looking up at the man being held, effortlessly, against the cars roof.

"Wha-Wha-What's going on…let me down" the man replied fearfully. The younger girl shifted her head slightly to the right as if to pick up on his faint, whimpering words.

When the man finished speaking his feeble command, the young woman merely laughed a heartless, bloodthirsty laugh. "Hahaha Let me go…Is that all you have to say…not the most impressive last words I've ever heard"

Suddenly the man was thrown against the door closest to the driver's side as he hit it hard his shoulder dislocating on impact. A sharp cry of pain emanated from his mouth before the young girl grabbed him by the throat once more and held him back up against the ceiling of the roof before driving him against the board of the car.

The man's body slid down the board, which housed the stereo and car wheel, before he was once again effortlessly picked up by the girl who positioned his face close to hers. Her face still covered by mats of dirty, dark brown hair.

"What are you?" the man squealed as blood dripped from his nose and open mouth, not to mention the deep gash marks on his face and shoulders.

"Your worst nightmare" the girl calmly replied as she threw her hair behind her head revealing a beautiful face lacking in any imperfections in the slightest. The only difference from before however were her eyes. The light brown eyes of earlier had been replaced with a darker shade of brown with slits on either side of her darkened pupils.

The woman then in a quick undetectable motion pressed her teeth against the man's ear and ripped it off. The man had little time to react to this sudden turn of events as he was thrown through the car window from the inside and into the secluded alley way.

The man screamed in pain, begging for help but nobody came. This place was isolated as he had intended. He had inadvertently staged his own death with both hands.

The woman exited from the car door and seductively walked towards the crumbled pleading man. She held him by his collar and lazily threw him against a couple of nearby recycling bins. He gasped in pain from the collision until he was hoisted into the air once again and walked directly back to the car. The young woman threw him straight back through the open window before forcefully dragging him back out over broken glass.

"Tell me when it hurts will you hehe" The young girl asked unsympathetically as she dragged him down the cars bonnet and onto the floor before placing his left leg up against the cars bonnet.

The young girl grabbed his knee while resting her foot against his upper thigh and with a slight tug on his leg his lower leg detached from the knee in a sea of blood as she discarded it with a simple throw over her shoulder. The man rolled around in absolute agony as he watched the girl smiling proudly at him as his cries of pain echoed and amplified against the barren walls of the alley way.

"You still up for more, I guess I'm game" The younger girl spread her legs and sat on his lap looking at him intently. She raised her hands cradling his head as her fingers tips brushed over his chin, his cheeks, his cheekbones before resting on his terrified eyes.

"This will do I think…by the way, Sir, have you ever heard of a phrase an eye for an eye" without waiting for a reply, and in one swift movement, she plunged her fingers deep into his eye cavity's as blood poured out from his now open socket. He screamed in unimaginable pain as he cursed loudly and attempted to cry threw already burst eye balls but to no avail.

"Enough," She sighed "I'm bored of you now…" The young woman said in a bored manner. She walked over to car door and in one swift motion collected her bag while smashing through the double glazed window. She turned towards the man writhing around in pain as the man asked in a whimper "Who are you?"

"You wouldn't know of my name but seeing as you will no longer be here anymore…I see no harm in allowing you the benefit of knowing my name…I'm known as Yumi…Fukuzawa Yumi" Yumi replied with a disarming smile aimed at the man sprawled on the floor surrounded by his own blood.

"Now…time to put an end to your pathetic life" The young woman whispered as she settled her bag on the floor, opened it up and withdrew a menacing looking cleaver which she passed from hand to hand out of sheer boredom.

"No wait" the man screamed out of sheer fear and horror at her uncaring attitude.

'Haven't I suffered enough…?'

'This isn't fair'

Yumi placed the razors edge against the man's neck, feeling his pulse against the cold steel of her cleaver, and pushed the cleaver down firmly against the man's neck as incomprehensible sounds passed the man's lips till it passed through cleanly in a single strike.

Yumi stood back up and threw the deceased body, head and all, into the car through the open window. Taking a towel from her bag she began to clean the cleaver removing the blood stained smear from the sharp edges of her sword.

Yumi walked back up the secluded alley way and breathed in the night air as if the act itself was in of itself both satisfying and relieving. "Home…home, it's been too long but I'm back now and I'm never leaving ever again hehehe" she said more to herself than to anyone around her who didn't seem to notice her presence in the slightest.

"10 years it took me to get back here…for one reason and one reason only," She smiled mischievously "Ogasawara Sachiko"

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Author's Notes: A little taster of what to expect if I continue this story because I'm not entirely sure whether I'll continue to write this particular story or not. I have about half the story prepared in my mind and I know specific scenes which will come up but I haven't written a detailed plan yet or figured out a way to get to those specific scenes I mentioned.

If you want me to continue please leave a review or personal message. If enough people do I will continue this story and write up a detailed plan just like I did for Love Will Tear Us Apart.

By the way this little idea of mine was born from a nasty cold, being basically abandoned by my friends in a hotel room in Italy and the overwhelming desire to do something even though my head is spinning like crazy which is why my story may sound slightly incoherent.

This story is going to be a mix between Higurashi No Naku Koro and 5 centimetres per second. Meaning it will have a mix of horror, drama, romance, slice of life, tragedy and comfort.

It will feature an unhinged Yumi who is both mysterious and very much unlike the Yumi of old. Oh and by the way she will wield a large cleaver at times and will be extremely demented for reasons that will be explained later on in this story.

This story will start of as teen rated but will eventually be upgraded to Mature due to certain violent scenes and sexual descriptions etc. This story is definitely not for the faint hearted.

Most Maria Sama characters will be featured but the story will once again be centred on Sachiko and Yumi. However, this time Touko will play a big part in this story and will be involved heavily in this story.

The theme for this story is called Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni OST - Main Theme search for the song to get a much better idea of this story and the dark nature that it will entail.

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