Hello my lovelies :3 I am back with another chapter now this really doesnt focus on the two them just mainly Yuzuki. I decided it was time to shed a little on her past and here is some of it and noooo i have not given you guys her real name yet. becauseeeeee i dont want to ;p but you all will get it one day in the future so untill then enjoy this very long chapter. *WARNING THERE IS VIOLENCE AND GORE IN THIS AS WELL AS UNCOMFORTABLE THEMES IF YOU ARE FAINT OF HEART OR OFFENDED EASILY I RECOMMEND YOU DO NO READ THIS*
*WARNING THERE IS VIOLENCE AND GORE IN THIS AS WELL AS UNCOMFORTABLE THEMES IF YOU ARE FAINT OF HEART OR OFFENDED EASILY I RECOMMEND YOU DO NO READ THIS*
Proving that I am loyal to the cause of Despair is actually more hard then I would have thought it to be. Unlike the others I have nothing in my life that I value I threw such things away long ago because in reality I never had them. Walking home I thought long and hard. Tomorrow is her birthday. I said to myself sighing while looking up at the cloudless sunny sky. I was snapped out my thoughts by the sound of a couple across the street arguing. Watching them it seemed the man was in a fit rage yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs at the pregnant woman who seemed to be trembling and poorly trying to calm the man down by trying to making some compromise which was only making him more angry. I don't know how long I stood there but I felt my body move across the street slowly and as if it was rehearsed I made it over to them with perfect timing catch the raised hand that was going to presumably going to make contact with the womans face.
He turned his head around our eyes meeting. Before he could pull from my grip I squeezed tight and shoved him against the wall jerking his arm behind his back well aware that I had audience . He cried out in pain and fell to ground as I snapped his wrist. Leaning down to his ear I whispered.
"If I ever see you do that again it'll be more then your wrist that I'll break." I stated.
I looked at the woman who seemed to be confused about whether to be angry at me or thankful. She looked away as if ashamed. Standing straight I cut through he crowd and walked past a familiar face not bothering to make eye contact yet alone say a word to him. I was more focused on containing my trembling as unwanted memories flash through my mind. Making it to the park I collapse on a bench no longer able to contain it. I shake and began to pant as the memories begin to get worse. Getting shoved against the wall as a hand closes around her throat while another begins to repeatedly bares down on her busting her lip. Bruises will most undoubtedly show up tomorrow on her face. Pain sears down her back and yelp rings out as she thrown and makes contact with a china cabinet. A hand clamps down on my shoulder instantly i swing my arm knife in hand only to have be caught. My eyes meet gray ones. While noticing the blood down wells up on the knife and trails down the neck of Nagito Komaeda.
"Ah Yuzuki that is quite close to my corotated artery." He states smilingly sheepishly.
I lower the knife looking at him. Why did he follow me? Out of all the people in the world why does it have to be him? I would have rather delt with Izuru then him right now. Slowly I lower the knife keeping my eyes locked on him. I assume he wants something so i raise an eyebrow to invite him to speak more.
"PTSD...You can go to therapy for it you know that right?" He says mockingly
"Tell me what you want or I will slit your throat." I hiss out glaring at him making him hold his hands out in front him and laugh nervously.
"Just curious as to what your going to do for her." He says leaning on the back of the bench smiling at me.
"That's only for me and Junko Enoshima to know. Now leave." I say coldly.
"Fine fine, but you should really do something about that issue of yours it could get in the way." He says shoving his hands in his coat pockets while presumably walking away.
I sigh and growl in annoyance holding my head in my hands. Standing up I quickly make my way home only to notice my door is unlocked making anger wield up in me. The once in while time he has to show up he chooses today of all days. Coming in I throw my coat off not even acknowledging him. For the longest time Izuru Kamukura has been randomly popping up in my apartment on and off. Why well that's for another story, but i make it clear that I want nothing to do with him tonight. I want nothing to do with any human being tonight specially anyone from SHSL Despair. Evidently he does not care for I feel his hand eerily grab my elbows gently. Evidently I am still shaken for I yelp and turn throwing my hand which makes contact with his face. He looks stunned by my response to his actions as I try not to shake and keep composure. Quickly I shake my arms out of his grip and make a B-line to my room slamming the door. Letting my legs slide out from under me I once again go into a anxiety attack as more memories run through my mind. After what seems like hours I slowly struggle to crawl and climb into my bed for I don't have the strength to stand yet alone walk. The moment my head hits my pillow darkness consumes me.
Yelling, screaming, the sound of things breaking, and the sound of a door slamming is what she hears. Turning to face the wall she curls in a ball and squeezes her eye shut tightly hoping that for once he won't hurt her if he thinks she is sleeping. Sadly that does not happen for she is jerked out of her bed and thrown on the ground. A cry leaves her as a foot makes contact with her stomach. Hitting. Kicking. It continues then she feels an almost crushing weight on her tiny body as hands wrap around her throat squeezing the life from her as tears stream down her face. Right before she blacks out the hands remove them shelves allowing oxygen to return into her lungs and go down her throat as she is being drug down the steps by her hair. She's thrown on the couch.
"I'm sorry." She hiccups and crys out.
"Your sorry?...Your sorry huh?! Your worthless just like your mother?!" Her father yells beating on her.
This is how every night is for her, but tonight will be different for a moment later the furry of fists and slaps that were baring down on her cease. She looks up to see her only friend in this world her dog Sakura bitting on her fathers leg thrashing about trying to pull him off the girl. He hits on the dog and tries to kick it off of him. While this is happening the instinct to flee and run kicks in and that is what she does. She runs. She runs out the door bare foot and in nothing but her thin pajamas. She doesn't look back she just cries and runs as far as she can.
I gasp out shooting from my bed looking around as adrenaline pumps through my veins. I glance at the clock which reads 10:30PM. Throwing the covers off of me I go to my closet and put some shoes on and head out the door and begin walk aimlessly as I feel myself slip into my thoughts.
She shakes from the cold. She's so cold but the cold is better then the weekly sometimes even daily beating she had received. Tonight her dinner consisted of a candy bar and a small package of berries she had stole from the grocery store. She shook as a small breeze blew from the two sizes too big clothes that she had taken from a back yard.
Swallow what was left of her food she begins walking down the paved path in the park going to the small dedication shrine that lied in the woods. She has been sleeping there every night since she ran away. How long has it been? She thought. In the end she didn't know but she knew it had been a very long time since then. Quickly she was pulled from her small thoughts by the sound of walking up ahead was a couple. Instantly she hid behind a bush hoping to not be seen. Just when she thought the couples was going to walk past the bushes shook and parted revealing a concerned looking woman.
"Hi sweety...my name is Ayamu. What's your's? Oh Renji look at her she's so dirty she has to be living on the streets how long do you think she's been doing so?" The woman said looking at the man who was smiling sympathetically at her.
"Probably longer then she should have ever should have been...Do you have name little girl?" He said kneeling to her level.
"If I tell you I will have to go home..." She said in a matter of fact tone.
"Oh Renji you don't think..." She said ghastly.
She watches them talk. Their concern is genuine unlike any one else she has ran into. She presumes they have kids of their own until the woman looks at her longingly. No they wish they had kids. Something must be wrong with one them most likely the woman. Suddenly she felt herself being lifted off the ground by the strong but yet gentle hands of the woman. She tensed and tremble scared of what might happened.
"Shhhh it's ok sweety I'm not going to hurt you. Your going to be just fine. You don't have to worry any more."
As the couple carried her off she began to feel heavy and for the first time in who knows how long she fell asleep peacefully.
I looked across the street at the two story white house and gripped the handle of the knife in my hand tightly as I walked to the house peeking into the living room window I see him sitting on the couch asleep in front of the tv with countless beer cans littering the coffee table. Rounding to the back of the house I pick the lock and go inside after slipping my coat off and setting it on the ground and quietly go up the steps knife in hand and into the master bedroom. The woman in front of me is sound asleep making my way to her side. Covering her mouth I run the knife across her throat from ear to ear then stab her through the rib cage. As blood from her slit throat spurts out on me while at the same time she gargles and choke on her own blood. She was no different from him. She didn't bother helping her. All that woman ever thought about was getting herself out of the situation. I watch as she quickly but rather violently dies.
Making my way down the steps I walk down the steps keeping my eyes on the man who is laying on the couch. Getting down to the bottom of them I carelessly flip the light on.
"The hell...Yuki turn the damn light off you stupid bitch." The man growls.
"No..." I say making the man quickly jump up and turn making eye contact with me.
"Who the...wait your." Before he can finish i charge him.
He falls to the floor and i roughly press my foot against his throat. He struggle trying to push and pry it away I put more pressure cutting off his air. He's feeling what she felt. He is feeling what her last night of hell on earth was. Before he can black out i remove my and press it down roughly on his side the sicking crack of his ribs breaking the pain seems to knock the wind out of him for he coughs and a beer bottle i bash it upside his head cause the bottle to break and cut him. What I'm going to do to him isn't even going to amount to half of what he did to her. Swinging the bottle again he crys out in pain from it slashing his face. Giving him no time to recover I jab it right into his face twisting it and applying more pressure making blood splatter onto my face as he screams and gasps in pain. Throwing the broken bottle over my shoulder I sit on top of him and lean down whispering in his ear.
"We will see who's useless by the end of the night." I hiss.
Standing up i drag him by the collar of his shirt as he pleads and begs for me to stop. Pulling him into the kitchen I rip the cord out from the phone on the wall and tie him tightly to a leg of the table and dig through draws looking for duck tape. He going to feel as much pain as she felt. I give up looking for duck tape at the moment and walk over to him instead with a decent pair of wire cutters. Quickly I jab the knife into his ear pushing it in and twisting jiggling it making more screams rang out. I do the same to the other ear ignoring his cries and pleas for me to stop only focusing on the screams of pain that seem to make me feel ecstatic and overwhelmed with happiness. Jerking the knife out in an awkward angle I ram my fist into his stomach. I look at him contemplating what to do next.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry just...please.. Stop." He says gasping and crying in pain.
"Your sorry?...that's funny haha...cause she was sorry too...but that didn't matter to you did it?" I say grinning insanely as I feel my anger build up inside of me.
I can't take it anymore for the image of her sobbing and crying saying sorry over and over plagues my mind. Instantly I raise the knife up and bring it down into his arm digging it in as deep as i can and began to drag it down. Pulling it out I do the same to his other arm. I block out his pleas and begging. Cutting his shirt open i cut off a stray piece from it and shove it into his mouth. What i was about to do next clearly shows I am not in my right mind at this moment...but I don't care. I don't care about anything right now. Slowly the knife digs into his flesh as I begin to open him up he scream and struggles making stop so I don't cut to deep quickly i swing a right hook to put him in a daze i want him alive while this happens. I grab the wire cutters and begin cutting into his rib cage.
"Yknow I'm looking for something...It's probably very...very small but im sure...eventually I'll find it." I say struggling slightly to cut through his sternum.
His words and cries are muffled as he tugs at his bindings. Finally after a few more cuts I manage to pry open his rib cage more looking with what seemed to be a puzzling look on my face. I sigh as I bodily put my hand in his body casually moving vital organs around as if its something I do daily.
"Ah here it is I'm quite shocked you actually have an averaged size heart..." I say with my hand on said organ feeling it pump blood through his veins.
He is screaming and crying bloody murder at this point and all it's doing is amusing me, but I'm surprisingly getting tired of this very quickly and I just decide to end it all. The anger that has built up in me needs release for the torcher that I have put him through has done nothing for it. Slowly I raise the knife up and look at him with a hollow emotionless stare. The moment I brought it down I didn't stop there. Blood sprayed and splattered everywhere as I stabbed him again and again and again and again. I kept stabbing him even after the feeling in my arm was gone I forced myself. Finally i no longer had the energy to do so any more. Panting I turned and looked at the old familiar clock in living room that's chimes were echoing through out the house. It's midnight. It's tomorrow. It's her birthday. It's my birthday...I say to myself slowly. As I make my way out of the house my thoughts drift to everything that went on today. It all replays through my head, but I stop and go back to one particular part. I had not covered myself up when i had went to bed, but when I awoke I was covered up. I replay it through my head a few times and then look up at the sky with a smirk. It was probably one of the nicest things I had ever received on my birthday. Such varying emotions. I can never figure out what he is truly thinking. Izuru Kamukura your truly a sporadic man.
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