I Am A Menace

by PastorThomasNelson

Chihiro Fujisaki never had an issue with being too feminine. He just really, really, really liked to fuck with people. But time and time again, he goes too far, especially when he wasn't a girl. (Pre Despair AU, kind of a harem)

2. The Fuckening

Chapter 2

I woke up in the early hours of the Monday morning. The sun pierced through the window as I stretched in the bed I lay in. I looked at the alarm clock next to me, it's only 6 AM. One and a half hours until class starts. Seems like a great time to get myself ready.

The conversion from Chihiro to Chihiro isn't a hard process. All I need to really do is fiddle with my hair a bit and put on the clothing, maybe put on a small bit of makeup depending on the mood. When the process originally started, I had several different sets of clothes, but afterwards I realized I only liked the green jacket, white collared shirt and brown skirt combo, so I bought several sets of it. It may seem odd, but I do not mind women's clothing. They're oddly comfortable clothing for me. I'm sure that someone with an extra X chromosome would enjoy the eight pairs of green jackets, white collared shirts and brown skirts that I own more than I could, but life is all about people taking what should rightfully be yours. For extra authentication I also make sure to put on women's panties. They're really tight but I have to do it. For the first few weeks of the process, it would to take a long time to do this routine because I would consistently question my life choices, consistently asking myself if this was a good idea. But once I found the benefits I embraced it.

Even at Hope's Peak monotonous classes must be done every day. Just because a bunch of 'prodigies' are here doesn't mean it's not a high school. You still have work to do, even if it is very little. They prefer you focus on the one thing that makes you different than everyone else. Why have work then? Why do we have to be required to do things that won't mean anything in the long run, especially in a place like Hope's Peak? What is this bullshit? But yeah, class is generally uninteresting and completely useless. But the wonderful and gifted personalities of the school show their true colors at the cafeteria. I've inserted myself into the conversations of near everyone at the school, mostly those in my class but I've heard the ramblings of others. If this was anyone else, I'd probably be yelling at their often times idiotic actions or incoherent ramblings. However this isn't Chihiro Fujisaki, the cynical and outspoken catfisher man, this is Chihiro Fujisaki, the tolerant, peaceful and shy lady. The people of Hope's Peak are suckers for the shy. They'll want to get them involved any way they can. It was annoying but know that I know everyone pretty well it doesn't happen as much. I act out this Chihiro in such a way that she can be just about everyone's friend and for the most part it works.

Today in the cafeteria I sat with Asahina and Maizono. Both are about as dumb as your average box of rocks and just as annoying, but Maizono politely invited me and I couldn't decline. I especially have a hatred for Maizono because I'm really not into that idol shit in the slightest. I don't remember the hot new gossip the girls were talking about today, I think it was about someone breaking up with someone else. I was just trying as hard as I could to simply not listen and focus on eating. But that became increasingly difficult once I heard a sound above me. It's heavy, heavy breathing. The others two look at the source of it first before I decided to look. Jesus fucking christ, it's Hifumi Yamada. He's hyperventilating and sweating profusely. At first I assumed this was because he's a fat shithead and walking several steps is a challenge for him. Sadly, I am mistaken. He's very nervous about something. He stops his heavy breathing and opens his mouth to speak. I beg that he has not come over here to speak to me.

"FUJISAKI-SAAAAN!" Hifumi yells in my direction, looking down on me. I brace for the impact of his words. It's going to hurt. "I have a question to ask you." he continues. He's clearly stalling, this makes it worse. I can practically smell the oils coming from his husk, odd considering all the other godawful smells coming from him. "Will you, uhhh, hook up with me? Pretty please?" he asks, a wide grin on his face.

These are the types of questions that make me question my sanity every single day. I just got asked out by the least talented most disgusting excuse of a subhuman I've ever met. Have I screwed up that badly? Have I screwed up so badly that Hifumi Fucking Yamada is the standard? Or, maybe this is a success. This means I have catfished Yamada into liking me enough to ask me out. This means I can surprise Yamada with the wondrous and unbelievable male genitalia. This could work! But if it would be worth it is a completely different story. "No..." I began to let out. But in the few seconds I had I thought less about myself and more about... myself. The Chihiro that was birthed from my mind vagina was way too nice to decline his offer. Sure she'd be miserable the whole way through and leave the relationship scarred and disgusted, but she was too nice to decline. Plus, I may have to teach Yamada a fucking lesson. "...problem. No problem." I said, finishing my sentence. Yamada celebrated way too ecstatically and ended it with a godawful dance. "Haha, well, see you at 8!" Yamada said. Wait, what? When did I agree to doing a damn thing at 8? Why does Yamada make me mad every possible moment? But of course I couldn't let my feelings out, and gave him a nod.

The girls knew that this was not going to make me happy, and I believe a bit scarred from Yamada's awful dance. They were dumb but they weren't dumb enough to think this would work. "Wow, what a... get for you?" Maizono said, more so asking it. She looked at Asahina and the two quickly agreed that it was a get, as little as it may be. "I'm sure this is the start of something great!" Asahina said, trying to be as nice as possible. "Th-thanks. I hope it is!" I told them. Lunch was about over so I walked away. I could hear the two trying to be as quiet as possible as I left. "This isn't going to work." Asahina said. "But it's going to be funny as fuck!" Maizono said without hesitation. I hoped to agree with her.

I feel I should mention this now. I am not gay. I have never had any sort of attraction towards any guy, and never will. I am into the pussy. Just because I wear women's clothing in public doesn't mean I am in that spectrum in any way, shape or form. I'm just a dude who likes to fuck with people. That being said, I was still excited for this. I want to see how I could fuck with Yamada and, as I said before, potentially teach him a lesson. However, I was completely blanking out on ideas. This almost never happens, but in the off chance it does then I choose to plan with a second person.

Mondo Owada is my right hand man. In my first few days at Hope's Peak, I was surprised when Owada would stand up for me when I busted out the fake tears when people like Togami made fun of me. Both the female character and the real me grew a liking to him, so it wasn't too long until I told him that it was all an act. He admitted that he was a small bit disappointed but didn't take issue to it. It made our bond stronger as we found out we were incredibly alike. So I went to his room and we decided to scheme. Owada poured both of us some wine and we had a talk. "Why me, though? Why did Yamada have to take a liking to me? I was sitting next to a fucking pop star and he decides to ask out me!" I yelled, pounding on the table we sat at. Owada snickered. "Isn't it obvious? You're four foot ten and look way too young to be attending a high school. Yamada writes fanfictions, for god sake!" he said, taking another sip of the wine. I'm surprised I didn't consider that as a reason.

Owada chuckled, and his chuckles turned into an all out laugh. I though he had already gotten drunk from the little wine he had gotten himself. "You know, I might have been able to prevent this. You see at lunch earlier today, me, Kuwata, Ishimaru and Yamada sat together. Yamada was saying some dumb shit about a falling out with Ludenberg, and Kuwata said that he should go for someone new. The fat fuck chose you, and both me and Ishimaru tried as hard as we possibly could to prevent this, Ishimaru for completely different reasons than me, of course. But Kuwata kept fucking motivating him! And then the fucker did it! You should have seen Kuwata howling with laughter!" Mondo said, beginning to laugh to himself.

Of course it could have been prevented. Every time something bad would happen, it's in a way that could have easily been prevented if the right steps were taken. Why would this not happen every time? Suffice to say, I was pissed. I grabbed the nearest wine bottle and immediately downed half of it. Despite my small frame, I resist alcohol really well and can have a lot in one sitting. I stood on the table and yelled "MOTHER FUCKER! EVERY SINGLE TIME SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS TO ME, IT'S SOMETHING THAT COULD HAVE EASILY BEEN PREVENTED! YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED THIS, OWADA, YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! BASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!" I downed the other half of the bottle and became screaming and yelling incoherent nonsense before falling over and passing out.

I woke up back in my room. Owada right next to me. "You've been asleep for three hours, man. Yamada is going to get here in half an hour. I have a gift for you, just for this occasion." he told me. He gave me a small box. I peeked inside, and it instantly gave me a great idea. "I should have given this to you way before." he said. I thanked him and he left. A half hour, the hell began. I lay on my bed waiting for him when I heard pounding on the door. I told him the door was unlocked. I should have just walked up and opened it. He walks in to the room. He's completely fucking naked.

I didn't know the fucker wanted sex yet! I thought he just wanted to talk and get to know me more! How was I supposed to know that he wanted to fucking lay me? Does he know how any of this works? Well, that answers itself. I let out a shriek and hide my face with the covers of my bed and began to cry. I should have stated this before, but the tears the female Chihiro lets out are fake. I've been fake crying since I was three years old and it helps me a lot in situations like this. But this isn't about fake crying, this is about Yamada being a disgusting fuck. His sweaty body quickly walked up to my bed, him chuckling as he walked. If I had to describe his genitalia, it would be like if you lined up two tic tacs, but then got hungry and ate one of them. A single tic tac. He ripped open my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt, beginning to rub my chest. He did not listen to my cries. I couldn't tell if the tears I cried were still fake, they could have easily been a combination of both real and fake tears. He put his hand in my hair and began to speak. "You know that I've always had a thing for 2D girls more than 3D girls. But you, Fujisaki-san, you are just like the 2D girls I've always known and loved. So small, cute, shy... small. So very, very small." I felt the need to throw up, but thankfully I didn't. He likely would have rubbed it on his body and used it erotically like the filthy shit he is. "Enough talk, let's get this started!" he said while laughing.

He pulled down my skirt and panties. The fun for me had just begun. He had seen my penis. Yamada looked stunned, he couldn't believe what he had been pulled into. I'm surprised that he's not into traps. I took the box Owada had given me and pulled out the gun that was in it, and pointed it directly at his head. He raised his arms and got to his knees. "Yamada, what's happening now never happened. If information of what you see escapes this room, there will be dire consequences to pay. Maybe an arm, maybe a leg, maybe that tiny little thing you have between your legs. Can you even see that without a mirror? Don't answer that. What matters is that no one can know that this took place the way it did. This is your only warning." I told him, surprisingly calmly. Yamada nodded, he himself crying. "Hell, I might not even punish you with this bad boy right here if you were to snitch! I could tell everyone you know that you tried to fuck me because I looked like a small child! If I felt really angry, hohoho, I could tell the police. Do you actually think that they would believe I did this? Imagine what you tried to do to me happening to you by fifteen different guys a day! Doesn't that sound wonderful, yeah?" I continued. He shook his head. I put the gun down. "Good. I will not tell anyone about this ordeal either. You are free to exit." I finished with. He got off his knees and ran out the door.

That was the most revolting experience I have ever been through. The disgusting fucker actually told me this! He actually attempted to rape me! It took me a bit to realize that, yeah, this would be rape because I never agreed to sex before the date. I was nearly raped! Thank god for the gun, I had meant to get one on my hands months before but never got around to it. But with the gun, my plan was successful, even with the disgusting antics of Hifumi Fucking Yamada. And best of all, I showed my dominance against that mother fucker.

Only moments after that thing had happened, I got out a bottle of wine that Owada had brought me before. I downed the whole thing to forget what just happened before going to an early sleep.