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A/N: Hey everyone! I've been working really hard on this story, and as deranged as it is, please give it a chance! Even if you think it's complete, utter shit, PLEASE REVIEW. I will be eternally thankful.
Peace out, girl scout!
o7.
"What the FUCK?"
As I pulled the trigger and prepared to blow that redhead bitch's brains out, the most curious thing happened.
Instead of getting covered with sticky, disgusting gun powder, I felt a surging force flow backwards into my body. My head split, and a firm, familiar voice whispered in my ear, causing my legs to start shaking in my hooker boots. I gulped and felt myself gasping for breath, almost like when I'm trying to run away from the cops when I steal shit, and my head started spinning.
"MITSURU," I hollered, staggering backwards as my lungs began functioning again, "THIS IS A FUCKING EVOKER!" My persona erupted from my soul, and I quickly squinted my eyes like I do when I shit and forced it back inside, grunting at the effort.
"Exactly!" exclaimed Mitsuru, stepping forward and snatching the Evoker from my hands. "You really think I would risk having you and a gun in the same room?"
"YOU RUIN EVERYTHING, YOU CUNT!"
"W-who's there?" Suddenly, a voice from outside the door stopped us all in our tracks. It was a light, paranoid voice, and it sounded utterly stupid and oh so achingly familiar. "I'm coming in!"
With a bang, Yukari burst into the room, holding one of her bows with a quiver of arrows as she tripped over one of Akihiko's socks and almost fell flat on her over-sized nose. She stumbled back up and aimed an arrow at Mitsuru, who was waving her away frantically with that annoyed, I'm-better-than-you-bitch look in her eyes, and Yukari then switched it over to me, pulling back the bowstring.
"Whoa there," I said, slowly putting up my hands. "Take it easy, killer. You don't want to do anything hasty now, do you?" This bitch was gonna shoot my vagina out AGAIN.
Yukari's brown eyes squinted back in that same retarded fashion they do every now and again, she bit down on her lip, the end of her tongue sticking out. She was either getting ready to shoot, thinking, or getting ready to let out a fart.
But to my surprise, it was none of those things. Standing there, her tongue sticking out further and her eyes squinting even closer together, her legs trembled with a visible shake, and something fell out of her vagina.
It was large and puffed out with a little string attached to the back of it, and as it fell to the floor with a squishy thud, splattering red juices all over Akihiko's carpet, the slightest drip could be heard. My mouth went dry as I looked from the floor to Yukari and back again, not believing my eyes.
"YUKARI!" Everyone stopped to stare at me. My face was white chalk with fury. I couldn't believe this bitch. "That's a Persian rug!"
"Wait," said Mitsuru, closing her eyes and then reopening them. She was staring at Yukari as those she had never seen her before. Her red eyes were trained on the younger girl's midriff. A thin, sparkling gold string with an embroidered M was draped across her hip. "Is that… Is that my… Thong?"
"Is that a …. Tampon?" Akihiko's eyes were wide. "Mitsuru, is that why we can't have sex every 29 days? Because that's inside of you?"
This was too much. It was all too, too much. Grabbing the nearest piece of clothing, which happened to be one of Akihiko's sweaters, I wrapped it around my bulging chest. "While you mother fuckers reflect on the meaning of your pathetic lives, I'm going to go get something."
"Stop," Mitsuru commanded, putting her hand out. "I'm not letting you go tonight."
"Oh yeah?" Red eyes met red, and I had it with this bitch. She'd stolen everything I'd ever wanted, and all I wanted to do was punch her until she became infertile. "I don't have to listen to you. I don't have to listen to anyone."
"You have to learn to listen, Aristao." Mitsuru's eyes were devilishly soft. "It's the only way."
"Really?" I turned back to face her, advancing on her. "My doctor told me not to have sex for thirty days after I had my first abortion, but do you think I listened? No, I banged the first cock I saw at school the next day – Mr. Richards." Their eyes widened, but I didn't give a shit anymore. "My other doctor told me not to have sex when I was diagnosed with The Clap, but did I listen? No, I went and had sex with my stepdad." They continued to stare, and I just couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears were flowing down my face. "When I was little my mother told me not to talk to strangers or to Catholic priests, but did that stop me? No, I went to church with my grandma and got molested after Father Roberto took me in the back room for some extra prayers."
As they all continued to goggle at me, their eyes trained on me as tears blurred my vision and smeared my mascara, I let out a hiccup. "That little faggot with the contract told me not to escape time, but I tried to anyway and here I am with you assholes. I wish I was never born."
After an awkward period of silence, Mitsuru slowly approached me. "Minako…" She reached out an arm and placed it on my shoulder. I looked down and sniffed as I felt her give my shoulder a slight squeeze. "You're wrong. I wish you were never born."
I knew Mitsuru was a vile, malicious piece of underworld filth, but even I had to admit that I could never fathom anyone ever being this mean. Whether these people took me seriously or not, I had just described the darkest moments of my entire sixteen years of life. I had endured pregnancy, living with an STD, and surviving those infamously appalling Catholic molestation cases, and Mitsuru just validated that I was nothing but a sack of smelly shit.
I could admit that I was fucked up with some serious mental issues, but I could never do anything as fucked up as these people. This just wasn't real.
Without a word, I ran from the room, real tears dripping down my cheeks. I rushed by Yukari, stepping in her bloody tampon, but I didn't even care. I kicked aside Mitsuru's bra and almost tripped over the dented Evoker, and I ran to the one person who would listen and accept me even if it just meant he wanted to have sex with me afterwards: Junpei.
