Hmmm. I don't know why, but i thought it would be smaller. I am standing in the street, looking at a very large, victorian style home.
It really is a beautiful place, if not what i expected, based on the small modern housing around her home. I walk up to the likely hand carved double doors and try the oversized black iron lions head door knocker. The door opened with strange timing.
Immediately after my hand left the knocker, the door started moving, but the movement itself was very slow. It probably took 10 seconds after the door started moving, before i could see yuri in all of her refined beauty.
"Good evening, ryals. It is wonderful to see you so soon. Please, come in." as she steps away from the door, i enter into a living space that contrasts sharply with the house outside. She chose a modern contemporary style, for this house and i think it suits her well.
Not what i expected, but at this point, i don't know what i expected. She is full of surprises, if nothing else. She gazes at me for a few minutes as i take in the place, because she doesn't think i can see her. "I think i will go start some tea, while you have a look around."
she stated quietly. Well, i might as well start looking around. Take in her taste in decorum. Examine the floor plan. See if i can find any bladed weapons lying around. I came in through a small entry hall into her living room, which has two large bookshelf, which are both nearly full.
Nothing too odd in either of them. Very few classics, but the ones she has are ones that i have read and can attest to their quality. I see the entire harry potter collection. No surprise. Most of riordan's novels. No surprise their either. Inkheart.
Thats a little ironic. Lots of really good stuff here. Most of stephen king's works as well, i never was a fan, but some people like his writing style. She has very similar taste to mine, which is funny, because i never considered myself nearly as sophisticated as her.
It puts things in perspective a little. I look into a drawer in her end table. Surprisingly empty, but to be entirely honest, i wasn't expecting knives all over the place. The rational likelihood is that they are all in one room. Probably a bedroom or a study, if she has one.
I'll get there later this evening. After a few minutes of looking around i follow the sound of movement into the kitchen, where i found yuri leaning against the counter waiting for her tea to be ready. "Running out of patience, ryals?" i smile.
"I have all the time in the world. I just don't like being alone in other people's' homes." she nods understandingly, "that's alright. I feel the same way. How do you like the house? It isn't everyday that i open the house up to company."
i look at her and there is unease and anticipation in her eyes. In this moment, i understand how much it means to her that she has made a good impression on me. "I have to say that i am a little impressed, not that i expected a pig sty or a single wide trailer. I just wasn't sure quite what to expect.i think it fits your personality well, though." she smiled.
"Thank you. It took a long time to get this house exactly the way i want it." she seemed proud of her work. " i love it" she turned pink and it was at this point that i realized that despite the fact that she is more confident in her own home, she is still easy to fluster. Even at the idea of me admiring her work. "T-thank you ryals." she muttered as she started playing with her hair.
"I do have a question about your collection." she straightened up a bit, her confidence coming back. "What is that ryals?" it really is crazy how much she changes in demeanor. "I can see the psychological horror and the fantasy, but i didn't notice any of the typical mainstays of the female collection." she looks confused and asks,
"what might those be?" yeah she really is oblivious to the concept, "romance novels" she blushed and shook her head, "i never did get much out of reading smut. It just doesn't have the desired effect on me." i thought that might be the case, considering her fetish, 50 shades might not even be her cup of tea. Speaking of which the tea should be ready.
Right on cue, the kettle started whistling. "Now we can have something to drink while we talk." yuri states, with a somewhat flirty attitude, which quickly disintegrated, but i saw a look in her eyes that resembled the look monika gave me last night for a split second. This woman will swallow me whole if i give her the chance.
"Wonderful, yuri. Are we going to drink it in the living room?" she nods, feeling confident as long as she has her tea, "i don't know of a better place." aside from the large bookcases her living room is very nice. Large fireplace that is lit as well as a tv mounted over it that doesn't appear to get too much use. I nice couch and matching end tables as well as two arm chairs.
These seats are all arranged as a conversation area with the fireplace as a centerpiece. It really is a nice place. I love the way she has managed to make the modern work with the victorian. We sit down and she puts the tea set on the coffee table in front of the couch and gracefully pours a cup for each of us. It is oolong tea. Her favorite.
Not my favorite, but i like the way she makes it. Maybe that is like natusukis cupcakes and it is just impossible to dislike? Something to consider. As i pick up my cup, from the table i look into yuri's deep lavender eyes and say something that should completely throw her away from me sexually and maybe get me closer to helping her.
"So yuri, what's your fetish?" she turns absolutely the most red that i have ever seen her. The bow on the school uniform is an adequate comparison, "wha wha what did you say ryals?" that is an absolutely fair response, however,
"i asked you what your fetish is, yuri?" she looks down and plays with her hair for a few minutes and says, "well...please don't think i am a freak, but i understand if you do." well that was easy. "Is it about the knife collection?" she nods timidly.
"I don't think you're a freak. Let's go see it." she nodded timidly and shamefully as we started down the hallway. It is dark in here. I would like it except for the fact that im walking down a dark hallway with no guide aside from yuri's dim outline in front of me.
After what felt like eternity, we arrived at an ornate door, that had a corona of light emanating from it. As we entered, i say that yuri's room, much like the rest of the house was a mixture of modern and victorian as shown by her black wood desk in contrast to her intricate wooden headboard. As i looked around, i noticed that her room was immaculate. I am impressed once again. Alas, i am not here to romance yuri or even to admire her. I half expect for her to pull a rope and the walls slide up, revealing a small armory of bladed weapons.
This is not what happened. Yuri got on her knees and pulled a small strongbox from under her bed and sat it on top. At this point, i notice that her bedspread is old and worn. And i am not sure why she has this old threadbare spread on her bed.
She then reaches down her shirt and retrieves a small key on a chain that she wears around her neck and unlocks her box. It was then that i realized that this girl who makes a big deal of every little mistake she makes has a very small collection of knives and allows this small collection to haunt her constantly in her everyday life.
As she opens the lid of the box, my suspicions are confirmed. Within this box, are 5 knives, one of them being the one she showed in the game. One well used whet stone. One strop. I have to say. I am underwhelmed. As she continues to hang her head in shame, she states very matter of factly that. "You can leave now.
I know the by this point, you must be deeply repulsed with me." i honestly don't know what i can do, so i hug her and we stay like that for a while as she starts to sob quietly into my shoulder. After a few minutes, her sobs lighten to a gently shiver every now and then and i know my work isn't done, whether i want to put her through it or not.
"I understand the collection, but what is the fetish part, yuri?" she looks up and grabs one of her knifes. Please don't let the suicide attempt be tonight. And she rolls up her sleeve and sits on her bed. "Sometimes, i find arousal in pain. The first time, it felt so exhilarating. I don't know if it was the blood or the pain, but after a while it got sexual. Now when something arouses me, i feel a need to hurt myself. Like right now"
she said as she slid her knife across her pale skin and i watched the blood flow. Luckily, however i am not squeamish about blood. "You know, i have no issue with masochism. That is perfectly okay with me. I have been known to help girls indulge in things like this, but it was okay then, because i was there to make sure they didn't get too excited and cause themselves any real harm."
she nods as she gazes into my eyes. "What are you suggesting, ryals?" she looks confused and aroused. This is a bad idea, however it just occurred to me that it could work. My house is big enough for a family. It is a big house. The second floor is more than just my room. There are three other rooms up there, each with dedicated bathrooms.
"Yuri, i would like for you to come live with me, so that when you are cutting, i can make sure you don't get hurt." she looks up at me with hesitation in her eyes, "but what about monika?" i haven't told anyone yet. Sayori. Little brat.
"She will understand." yuri nods. "Is tomorrow too soon for me to move in?" i am a little caught off guard. "You can bring the essentials to school tomorrow and the four of us will walk back to my house together tomorrow." she smiled earnestly and i grabbed the gauze roll out of the box and patched her up and we retired to the living room and talked about how life would be at my house and she seemed to enjoy the concept.
Around 8:45, i headed home just like clockwork to collect my affection from the brunette beauty who i know is waiting for me right now.