A/N: I am liking how the story is going so far, and I hope that you do to. I plan to write as much as I can in the next week.
NOTE: All characters in Doki Doki Literature Club do NOT belong to me, nor do I own the game. They are respectively owned by Dan Salvato.
Chapter 2: The start
Natsuki felt her heart beat faster for every step she took closer to her house. Yuri watched the sky, as she paced with Natsuki.
Her house wasn't the prettiest on the street, it had vines and shrubbery growing on the shingles of the side of the house. The windows were dark and tinted, not to mention the beer cans scattered around the small, unkempt yard.
"Is this your house?" Yuri asked. Natsuki sighed.
"Yep." She said. Yuri turned to face the smaller girl.
"Are you okay?" Yuri asked. Natsuki paused from her heavy breathing.
"Fine, you should go now." Natsuki told her. Yuri sighed. The tall girl kept walking next to Natsuki.
"You can go." Natsuki said more demanding. Yuri stared at her. Natsuki saw her gaze.
"What?!" Natsuki asked.
"You are not fine." She said. Natsuki rolled her eyes, and laughed.
"I am, now go, please." Natsuki told her. Yuri looked at the gravel ground. She grabbed Natsuki's hand, and held it tight. Natsuki turned bright red.
"If you need anything, just tell me." Yuri told her. Natsuki stared at Yuri's face, her smile was gentle, and caring. For once Natsuki smiled.
"I will." Natsuki told her. Yuri let go of her hand, and slowly walked away. Natsuki watched Yuri walk over the hill, and disappear. The purple-haired girl was so different from when Natsuki knew her.
"Please don't find out." Natsuki said quietly.
Natsuki opened the door, her heart beating faster, and her anxiety rising. The house was dark, as usual, but there was a somewhat silence, a peace.
"Papa?" Natsuki asked. There was no response. Natsuki smiled, and slowly walked to her room. It was nice to not have to run to her room in fear for once.
Natsuki closed her bedroom door behind her, and sat her backpack down. She looked around her usual room, and saw her pictures of her and her mother, her and Sayori. She peeling the picture off of her mirror, and looked at the dorky picture. She remembered the day the picture was taken. Satori bought one of those cheesy cameras that was like a polaroid. Sayori was so happy about the camera, and wanted to try out the many filters it had on it. Natsuki hated the picture, but she soon started to loved it. Sayori was so happy about the little things in life.
"NATSUKI!" Her father roared from the downstairs. Natsuki felt faint, and dropped the picture on the ground. She knelt down to pick it up. She heard loud footsteps infect the stairwell. She knew it was one of those bad days, those days that papa was angry about his wife.
He barged into her room. His eyes were hollow, and his clothes smelled like a pub. Natsuki closed her eyes for a moment, until she felt a searing pain in her head.
"When I call for you I expect a fucking answer!" He told her. Natsuki nodded her head.
"Y-Yes papa." She said. He let out a loud growl, and forced her to face him, bringing his hand to her chin, and jerking her head up.
"Don't make me even more pissed than I already am you little cunt." He said. Natsuki was used to the insults, there wasn't a day in the world that he didn't call her something. Whore, bitch, slut, cunt, anything really.
"Yes papa." She said. Natsuki could smell the booze on his breath, as he yelled at her. She was hoping he would just die from cirrhosis of the liver, then she could be free.
"Go make dinner, I'm starving." He demanded her. Natsuki nodded her head, and quickly passed by him, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
Yuri sat in her room. She would read, but Natsuki was on her mind. Something was wrong, and Natsuki refused to tell her. Yuri sighed, and pulled out her newest book, and began to read, but the words were not comprehending to her. It happened when she was distracted.
"Maybe tea, will help." Yuri said. She hopped off her bed, and walked to the kitchen. The teapot was already filled with water, so Yuri just turned the stove on, waiting for the screeching of the metal container. She opened one of the many cabinets at her house. On the top shelf was a box of tea bags that was almost empty, from her obsessive tea drinking.
Waiting for the teapot, Yuri leaned against the counter, and closed her eyes for a moment, until the front door opened. Yuri's mother walked in. The woman looked to be in her 40's, and had the same colored hair as her daughter.
"Hey mom." Yuri said faintly. Her mother smiled, and walked into the kitchen, with a few bags in her hands. She sat them on the island counter. Yuri helped pull out a few items. More tea, bread, and a bottle of ibuprofen.
"Hey Sweets." She said. Yuri remembered the name that since she was a toddler, from when her dad made the name up.
"Good, you got more tea, we're almost out." Yuri said with a slight laugh. Her mom smiled, and threw the last empty grocery bag in the trash.
"Maybe you should try coffee or soda." Her mom said jokingly. Yuri smiled, and heard the screeching of the tea kettle becoming louder. Yuri pulled the kettle off the stove, and poured the boiling water in one of her many tea cups she possessed. She plopped the tea bag in the water, and turned the stove off, placing the kettle in it's original spot.
The thought of Natsuki came back into Yuri's mind. Her face drifted into a sad expression. What was going on? Was she embarrassed by her living? Does she just not want anyone over? Or worse, is there a family problem?
"You okay sweets?" Her mom asked her, as she pulled the cheese out of the fridge. Yuri shook her head slightly to escape her thoughts.
"It's my friend." Yuri told her. Her mom grew concerned.
"What about her?" She asked her daughter. Yuri stared at the wall for a moment, trying to think of words to describe it.
"She just hasn't seemed like herself for the past week." Yuri told her. Her mom listened carefully. Her mom was a social psychologist, so anything troubling her daughter she took action. When she found out about Yuri's cutting problem, she made sure she had the care and protection her daughter needed.
"Are you sure it isn't just a bland week?" Her mom asked her. Yuri didn't know.
"I don't know, she just seems." Yuri stopped, and sighed.
"She just seems hurt." Yuri said. Her mom put her hand on her daughter's shoulder. They were the same height.
"I see." Her mom said. Yuri faced her mom.
"I was in the clubroom a few days ago, and saw several bruises on her neck, but I thought nothing of it at the time." Yuri told her mother. Her mom paused.
"You think she's being abused?" Her mom asked her. Yuri sighed.
"It could be, or maybe she chokes herself, like that choking game." Yuri said. Her mom sighed.
"You want me to look into it?" She asked her daughter.
"That might help." Yuri said. Her mom nodded her head.
"What's her name?" She asked.
"Natsuki." Yuri said.
A/N: I thought that making Yuri's mom a sort of psychologist would be interesting, lemme know if you like how it's going so far. 'til then, I'll see ya in the next chapter.