NOTES:
- For this specific story, I have decided to explore a sort-of what if scenario in which Yuiren is actually a transgender woman.
- In the game Daraku Tenshi: The Fallen Angels, Yuiren is actually a man who dresses like a woman (a crossdresser). I have a few pieces in which I explore this part of Yuiren's story more. In some YouTube videos and materials for the game, some assume Yuiren is transgender (which isn't actually the case). I would like to also mention that the name Yujiro is actually Yuiren's real name (as per concept art for this character which can be found on an archived Japanese site). The name in this story is Yuiren's dead name. Also, Yukiko isn't really Yuiran's real name, it is for me (according to my headcanons; I do have more pieces I will soon publish in which I talk about this more).
- For my Daraku Tenshi stories, I mostly try my best to work with the available material on the internet (as there is little in-game material as is) whilst adding in my own headcanons (I do have a separate document for headcanons I will probably release here soon when I have time).
- Please note that there are implied themes of physical/sexual abuse.
- As always, I am welcome to receiving comments and critiques, I may edit this soon.
heii-lin.
A familiar warmth and the scent of cherry from the lit candle on the bedside table filled the air of the room. A slender young woman stood in front of an elongated glass mirror; fresh from the shower and nude. Fingers were combing through her dyed indigo hair, undoing the long braid. She would usually tie her hair in this particular style for two occassions: one of which would be for her usual singing performances when the bar (which she and her sister Yukiko (or Yuiran as she was now called) opened. The other would be for showers and baths, just so the hair wouldn't be wet.
Her hair was one of her most favourite things. She would love how soft it was and the length (for her) looked and felt right. She could style her hair anyway she wanted without a soul telling her what she was supposed to do. She couldn't stand having her hair short as it would remind her of the scathing comments from her so-called "parental" figures, the same ones who would force her to suppress who she really was.
A tear would fall from her face everytime those memories flashed into her mind. If they were still alive today, they wouldn't have approved of how she looked. She could see it now; mother hurling derogatory slurs at her, father slapping her and teaching her how being a woman would "truly feel". Then there would be Yukiko. Poor Yukiko, watching silently with a numb look on her face. As if she hadn't been tortured enough by them before their passing in Eden's earthquake. After that, both of them calling her by that god awful name: Yujiro. She despised that name.
That was before. A past life that she didn't need to relive again. She didn't have to worry about any of that anymore for she was truly pleased with what she is now. Everything about her was beautiful, very beautiful. From the long indigo locks of hair to her figure, her skin. Just everything. She wouldn't cry because of what she went through. She would cry because she was happy. She used to be the small caterpillar and now she was a butterfly, she was a nude butterfly that is free.
No longer did she have to conceal her identity. No longer did she have to live a lie. The name which would bring hatred to her wasn't who she is anymore.
Her name is Yuiren.