Well, I have another idea. How many people know of the (in)famous doujin Metamorphosis? For those who don't know, it's the doujin where a cute anime girl who just graduated junior high gets involved with the wrong crowd, ends up being a slut, then a drug addict, then a prostitute drug addict. She gets kicked out of her pimp's house and gets pregnant, turns tricks to earn money for the unborn child, then ends up horribly in a subway station bathroom when her former classmates end up causing her to miscarry, and she OD's and dies. The artwork is by the talented ShindoL and is sad. Many people have tried to make fan-edits of the ending to make it happier. So much so that the mangaka has made a parody ending where it is shown that the character actually is an actress in a movie for the part and all of it is an act. Well, yaboi is about to make a fan edit of the ending to be happier.

Title: [undecided]

Pairing: m!OC x Saki

Rating: M due to being based on a h-doujin.

Summary: Saki's life turned from a happy one to a sad one all in a few years. She graduated high school with average grades but wanted to change her appearance. It went all downhill from there becoming a prostitute after getting kicked out of her broken home and getting pregnant while homeless trying to earn money for drugs. It was only at the end of her life would she be reborn metaphorically. Now, years later, she recounts how she ended up in a better place.

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Metamorphosis (Emergence) belongs to ShindoL, I only own this iteration of this idea. See the forward for the full disclaimer.

WARNING: Metamorphosis (Emergence) is a very dark h-doujin story. It discusses forced incest, rape, hard drug use, overdosing on hard drugs, pregnancy and miscarriages, and so on. It's one of those h-doujins that stands more like a piece of art rather than a piece of wank material. If you have issues with any of these things, it's highly advised to navigate away. I will be attempting to write a "happy ending" for Saki as previously mentioned. But the beginning will start on a more serious, sad note.

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Saki looked down at her pregnant belly. It was misshapen and deformed. Bruises were already starting to show on her belly from the beating she endured. She had tried to protect her unborn child but the people she recognized as her former classmates, people that she had at one time considered friends before she was ostracized for some specific aspects of her actions that were out of her control, was a mob of six and beat her for the money she was going to use for the inevitable hospital bills. She felt blood leaking out between her legs and her unborn baby was no longer moving. Everything she had fought for in the last nine months had been for naught. Getting clean and suffering through withdrawal symptoms that would have caused lesser men to succumb, yet pushed through since she wanted to give her baby the best chance at survival. All of it? A moot point.

She looked down and found a vial of liquid, something that she had thought she had disposed of months ago by selling it to another junkie: a vial of heroin and a hypodermic needle. She had lost everything. The money that she could at least live off of. Her baby. Her family had long since thrown her out and abandoned her. Her ex-pimp and ex-boyfriend. Every friend she ever had.

Her hands trembling, she took the vial and pushed the needle into the vial, and pulled the plunger out to its maximum limit. She knew what would happen should she do this. She would die. Without hesitation, she felt the prick of the needle enter her vein and in one movement pushed the plunger down. Soon she wouldn't feel pain anymore. She felt the familiar feeling of euphoria coming to her. She started to hallucinate about a better life. As she slowly felt herself slipping away, she heard a voice calling that sounded muffled. Her focus was drawn away from her hallucination to see a handsome man maybe slightly older than she was wreathed in light, like an angel or Saint.

"Stay with me!" he said. His voice echoes like in an indoor swimming pool.

Her eyelids grew heavy and slowly shut.

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Minutes earlier...

I walked out of the subway car that had brought me to this specific station. The hotel I was staying in was on the other side of the city. An oversight that the agency that booked my business trip didn't calculate or find out until the day I flew out. The most effective way to get to the specific place I needed to be was the subway system. This was something that I wasn't unfamiliar with living in Manhattan a few years in my childhood and in other trips to Washington DC and Chicago over the years. I got a few looks, but this was to be expected. I was a foreigner, a 'gaijin,' to them. I minded my own business and soon enough they too minded theirs. The red tie of my suit fluttered out as I neglected to fasten a tie tack or bar.

I started to walk up the stairs to reach the street level when I looked over, seeing some high schoolers (could tell because of the uniforms and because they were blatantly teenagers) coming out of the Womens' bathroom. Now, this normally wouldn't be odd, but there were two things that stood out to me. The first was that these six people that were walking out of the bathroom were split in sex 50/50. Now, unless Japan had laws that pretty much allowed whoever to bathroom swap just by claiming you were the sex of that bathroom, this was pretty odd. The second was the duffel bag and one of them pulling out a roll of cash, looking at it greedily, and throwing it back inside as they laughed.

"That stupid, preggo, crack-whore," one of the girls cackled. "How the hell did she come across this large amount of cash?" They chatted amongst themselves laughing all the while.

This didn't seem right to me. Against my better judgment, and a voice screaming that this looked sketchy as hell, I pulled out my phone and made a quick snapshot of the six individuals, and went inside the bathroom. Inside I immediately noticed the copper/iron smell of blood. I look over to see a woman's body on the floor. She was nude, very pregnant, and had the stench of the unwashed. Maybe not so much anymore. Between her legs was a pool of blood and her distended belly was deformed with a shoe-print on it, a bruise starting to form. Currently, her eyes were fluttering, and looking beside her, I saw why: a drug needle of some kind. She was overdosing. My immediate theory is that the teens had stolen her money and, in the scuffle, had fought with her, causing her to miscarry.

I immediately pulled out my phone and called emergency services. I placed the phone on speaker and started to provide whatever physical information I could to the operator. Heart rate, temperature to the best of my knowledge, and so on. I saw her eyes flutter open and looked at me in a heavily lidded gaze.

Seeing that she was looking right at me I say, "Stay with me!" However, her eyes closed.

Her breathing seemed to have stopped and I started to perform CPR to keep her alive until paramedics arrived. I reported this to the operator who said that they were still a few minutes out. A few women had come in during this time and screamed trying to find an officer. They didn't interrupt despite eying me carefully due to the operator reporting that there was an ambulance incoming.

The ambulance arrived with paramedics and they took over keeping the young woman alive. They jabbed her with norepinephrine, the anti-overdose medication, before putting her on a gurney. At that point, she was taken away and I was taken to a local station to take my statement.

"Your name, sir?" the officer asked.

"Jonathan Kipper," I answer.

"And what is your association with the woman we found you with?"

"None."

"How did you come across her?"

"I saw six teenagers exiting the bathroom, 3 boys and 3 girls. They carried a duffel bag containing an unknown amount of cash inside. Based on the denominations and coils of each roll, I'd estimate it'd maybe be around the hundreds of thousands of yen range." He raised an eyebrow at that estimation. "My great-grandfather grew up in the Depression, he had several hidden bags of cash just in case there was another run on the banks. One bag had ten-dollar bills in bands of several hundred each in an old thirty-caliber ammo can. It's not exact, but that's what I would put the valuation at, potentially," I explain. The offer nodded understandably.

"Was there anything else that made you suspicious of them?"

"One of them, the one who was counting the cash, was running her mouth, cackling about how the woman in the bathroom had it and they took it from her. Can I send you the picture I took of them before I entered the bathroom?" He nodded and provided me an email that was governmental in origin.

He picked up his own phone and nodded that he got it. He pulled it up on his side and set his phone on the table. "Which one was it?"

"Her," I answer pointing to the girl up in front next to the boy actually carrying the bag.

"Just for clarification and so that it is on the record, how do you know what the girl said is what she said?"

"I can speak fluent Japanese with the occasional slip-up or stumbling," I reply swapping to Japanese.

"That is pretty good," the officer complimented. "May I ask why you studied our language?"

"Work," I simply answer. "I am working with a company here as part of a joint venture back home in the States. Contracts are certainly easier to agree on and complete when everyone understands each other."

"Thank you for your time, Kipper-san," the officer concluded.

"If I may?" I pull out a business card and place it on the table. "If you'd be willing to pass this along to the woman, I'd like to follow up with her once she's recovered enough."

"Why?" the officer simply asked.

"I have a feeling she's in a tough spot and could use some help, or may just want to know why I saved her."

"Do you think it was self-inflicted?"

"If my guess is correct, she miscarried. Anyone in that emotional state is capable of anything. Considering the state she was in when I discovered her, I'm willing to guess she doesn't have anyone else. If I can't be a kind stranger to someone who needs it, what kind of person does that make me if I don't at least make the offer?"

The officer pondered these words for a moment and took the business card. "I will pass this along to her, no promises though that she'll reach out," he said as he placed it in the breast pocket of his uniform's blouse.

"As I said, the least I can do is offer to help, even if it's just listening."

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Three days later, on a Sunday, I had gotten a call from the local hospital where the young woman had been recovering. The nurse on the other side said that the girl I saved from dying, Saki, was asking to speak with me. I took the trip and arrived in the early afternoon. I checked in at the front desk and one of the attending nurses took me up a few floors to a room with only one name on it. Looks like for now she got a private room. I noticed a chair in the corner and took a seat. The girl was looking out the window listlessly, looking like she was contemplating what to do next. Considering the attempted suicide attempt and my testimony at the station, it looked like she had been strapped down to prevent self-harm.

I took a seat and she lolled her head to look at me. "Why did you save me?" she asked simply.

"Should I have let you die?" I ask in reply. Before she could answer I continued, "You're young and can figure things out, right?"

She balled her fists in anger. "My family disowned me!" she cried out in despair. "My boyfriend got rid of me! My baby is dead! I have nothing left!" she continued to cry out.

"And?" I ask calmly. "There's nothing left?" She nods while tears stream down her cheeks. "Life sucks, I know that better than anyone. My uncle was gunned down ten years ago in Chicago on a business trip in a drive-by meant for another person. My paternal grandpa died of lung cancer. I've known good friends from both high school and college who joined the Army and Marines who were killed overseas in Iraq and Afghanistan. Death and suffering are all around us, but it's up to us to make the best of life."

"How do you do that?"

"Hit the reset button on life, metaphorically speaking. If something's not working, try something else."

"It's not that simple!" she exclaimed.

"No, it's not," I agreed. "I had to change my career multiple times before I found something I liked. Even now, I wouldn't be surprised if I change it again in a decade or less. Life is difficult, it will always be difficult. But you have to fight through it to find self-worth and life fulfillment. Some find it in being a teacher, some find it in being a multi-millionaire, some find it in being a ditch digger, some find it in donating their time and money to the needy. But no matter what you do, it has to be you that seeks meaning no matter what."

She was silent for a few minutes as she mulled over this information. I was in no way able to compare my life experiences to hers, but she did need to know that there were others suffering in the world making the best of things, trying their damn best to make life worth it. That she wasn't alone in all this.

"The question now is: do you have the drive to make life worth it?" I ask.

"How would I start?" she sobbed.

"I work in the consulting field and we're always looking for new people. If you were to agree to employment, the company will cover all housing expenses until you get settled. Of course, this would be once you get out of the hospital. Pay would be competitive with perks and other compensations."

She teared up at this. "Why would you do so much for me, a stranger."

"You're a kid down on her luck who just needs a helping hand to get back on her feet." I stand up and see that my business card is already on the bedside table. "I'm not expecting an answer here on the spot, but if you're interested in significant long-term employment, you can use the same number on my card and we'll schedule an appointment for an interview. I know the owner, so I'll vouch for you."

"You know the owner?"

"I sure hope so, he's my maternal grandfather," I laugh at the 'joke.' I exchanged parting pleasantries and left her to her thoughts, mainly those of contemplating the future.

A week later, I got a phone call asking for an interview. I set it up with my grandfather and provided Saki with a set of professional clothes for the interview. She was nervous about the interview but managed to pass it, at least satisfactorily to my grandfather's expectations. Since sis was in HR, I was able to get some information on her work history: there was none. No arrests but there were citations for loitering with no fee to them. Her last known residence was from two years ago being stated as her family's home which had since been split up as her parents divorced shortly after she was disowned by them.

Per the agreement that had been agreed upon, an apartment lease had been signed and she moved in the next day to a single-bedroom apartment that many would consider 'middle-class.' That being with modern, provided amenities in a relatively good neighborhood. She was just a few subway stops from the satellite office that had been set up. Depending on if the office closed due to contract conclusions or needing to move back overseas due to other reasons, an offer to work overseas on a green card visa would be made. All in all, it was a good deal and she was happy she jumped on it.

She didn't have anything in the way of furniture, but her new coworkers were more than happy to donate some lightly-used furnishings they no longer needed including some chairs and loveseats, a kitchen table, futon, and blankets. HR was more than willing to forward some of her pay in advance to allow her to pay for work-related clothing. To say she was touched by the gestures would be an understatement. No one had ever done anything like this for her before and she broke down in tears of thankful joy. For once in Saki's life, it appeared something was going right for once.

To be continued…?

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And with that, I think I'll call this chaptered entry complete. I mainly wanted to cover the initial story setup and the basis of a "happily ever after" story. Yes, I do realize that while this is a pilot based upon an h-doujin, there were no lewd scenes. This was by design for this entry. Eventually, the whole dynamic between Saki and the OC would develop to the point where it would happen naturally which would lead to multiple scenarios. And I've got a few in mind. I may come back to them in a separate entry exclusively for that, but we'll need to see on both time and interest.

But what did you guys think of this idea in particular? Is it worth going further into?

Now for the IRL stuff. Literally nothing. I thought that I wouldn't be posting in here again until next year just because of my past posting habits. But, oh well. You guys get another idea to chew on and I have another concept to mull over and decide whether or not I'll expand on or not. Again, despite stating it last chapter, I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

See you in whatever I decide to work on next.