DISCLAIMER: The Japanese adult Yuri visual novel, "Okujou no Yurirei-san," was developed by Liarsoft. The English translated adult Yuri visual novel, "Kindred Spirits on the Roof," was licensed and translated by MangaGamer. The author of this fan fiction does not profit, in any way, from the story and that all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).
AUTHOR'S NOTES: After playing the game "Kindred Spirits on the Roof," I fell in love with the characters and wanted to write a piece for my favorite couple. This fanfiction contains some spoiler information, so if you have not played the adult Yuri visual novel, do not proceed any further.
Reflections of You
The young woman gazed at her reflection as she absentmindedly brushed her now long dark hair. She placed the ridiculously expensive silver brush down on the dressing table and continued to stare into the mirror.
"I no longer recognize the face staring back at me," she softly murmured.
Slender fingers touched now faded scars around her face. She removed the green-colored contact lenses and diligently placed them in their case with cleaning solution. Glancing back up into her reflection, she saw her natural brown color staring back at her. She opened the top drawer of her vanity, pulled out a simple silver frame, and lovingly stared at the photo. A soft noise outside her bedroom door quickly brought her out of her reverie and she swiftly stored the frame back in the drawer. A few seconds later, her bedroom door opened and an older balding man entered.
"Feeling a little nostalgic?" asked the older man, walking towards the bed, as he discarded articles of clothing.
Once at the bed, he slid under the expensive sheets stark naked. The young woman seated at her vanity watched the entire show, her face completely devoid of emotion. She finished her nightly ablutions, slipped off her silk robe, and joined the older man in bed. As soon as the young woman's head hit the soft pillow, the man swiftly wrapped himself around the young woman.
"What are you doing?" the young woman asked, quite annoyed.
"It's what married couples do. Snuggle."
The young woman swiftly pushed away from the older man, as if he had suddenly burst into flames.
"Is that any way to treat your husband?" the older man snarked.
"You are my husband in name only," the young woman huffed as she got out of bed.
She swiftly returned to her dressing table.
"For now, my dear Akiko," the older man growled from the bed.
Akiko heard the sheets rustle, confirming he had gotten out of bed. She knew, from past disagreements, he was heading over to her stark naked. The first time he brazenly walked over to the vanity stark naked, she was so shocked by his complete lack of modesty, she unfortunately saw everything. She vividly remembered how the sight of his flaccid manhood, almost completely hidden by his protruding stomach, made her nauseous. His pale white skin was nearly hairless, except for the small patch on his chest. Akiko refused to look up at him. He stood next to her, waiting for her to look at him. After several minutes, he impatiently opened the drawer containing the silver frame and pulled it out. He glared at the photo before laying it face up on the vanity.
In measured tones, the older man stated, "In case you conveniently forgot, our arrangement becomes null and void unless we consummate our marriage within three months' time. If that happens, I will destroy her," the older man violently brought his fist down on the glass, shattering it and cutting his hand. He stormed out of the bedroom. Aki stared in horror at the shattered glass and now bloodied photo of her beloved Youka.
Aki's thoughts went back to when the nightmare began. She was sitting next to Youka in a Tokyo nightclub. Youka and her bandmates were discussing their earlier performance, as they did after each performance. She and Youka usually covertly joined hands out of sight of the rocker's bandmates, out of respect for their surroundings. Aki smiled when she felt Youka lightly squeeze her hand, silently reaffirming her love for the intense young woman. After several minutes, one of the bandmates suggested they pack up. Aki watched as the band broke down the set and packed up all their equipment. After the band politely refused her umpteenth offer to assist them, she no longer bothered to offer assistance. She was so busy watching her beloved girlfriend; she failed to notice the American man approaching her.
"They were pretty good," he said.
Aki glanced up at him and returned to watching the band.
"America would love them," he added and stuck out his hand, "I'm Franklin, but you can call me Frank."
When Aki failed to respond, Franklin tried again, in his extremely limited Japanese. Whatever he said to her, elicited a stern reaction.
In rather good English, Aki stated, "Sir, I do NOT wish to go to a love hotel with you." For good measure, she repeated herself in loud Japanese, which caused the members of "Strange Magnet" to drop what they were doing and jump to Aki's defense. All the bandmates, with the exception of Youka, started screaming at the bewildered American man in Japanese. Youka, the only band member with a limited grasp of English, did her best to yell at him in his native language. Aki watched the melee with amusement. The ruckus resulted in the American man ejected out of the club.
ADDITIONAL AUTHOR'S NOTES: The name Aki is sometimes a shortened version of Akiko.