A/N: I should be studying for Phsyics, but I seriously need a break right now. I've been stuck on a Maths problem since noon and can't get it right, I half-assed my French homework and what is this German homework you speak of?

I'm frustrated. I know that I'll get Physics done for once, but Maths is really giving me a hard time right now. I just can't get any of that into my head. Maybe I'll go ask Tim again because he's smart and is good at studying. I can't do that, I'm just too thick to pull that off.

Anyways, enough of my complaining! I'm back! Yay.

Fandom: Yume 2kki

Rating: M

Character: Yukata

Pairing: Maybe Uro-Yuka, but... not really.

Warning: Blood, gore, sadism (?), death

Since everyone knows Yukata. Another potencial bishie. Pretty much every male is. But is it just me, or does Tako Otoko have the biggest chances at being naturally pretty AND well-known?

Her blood was rushing in her ears. She could hear it.

Frankly, she wasn't sure if it was the new effect or the tension she could feel in her fingertips, even, but she knew for a fact that this wasn't the kind of place she belonged.

The scent of sweat and urine, mixed with the biting stench of alcohol surrounded her. A song, way too agressive for her tastes, was blaring and bright magenta light was flooding her vision. No, she wasn't comfortable. And the alien feeling of being about two metres tall didn't put her at ease either.

But worst of all were the people around here. If it had been strangers that were staring at her it wouldn't have been half as bad. No, the only ones around were those creatures that chased her around mercilessly, just to get rid of her. It was creepy and scary and obsessive, she thought.

Yet, despite acknowledging her presence, these grotesque, strange creatures were here, laughing, dancing, drinking, smiling and talking to each other like normal beings. Her pulse got faster and adrenaline was pumping through her veins, and before she knew it she had returned to her actual size, now standing at the same height as most of the humanoid monsters.

Again, all eyes were on her. She swallowed the building lump in her throat. Then they turned away. She sighed. That was close. The hair on her neck stood up and a shiver ran down her spine. No, she was to act natural.

That was what made her walk up to one of the two bars, timidly flopping down and ordering a glass of beer. Beer was good. From the many times she had visited Japan-Town she knew that Sake got her piss-drunk on the third glass. Cocktails she didn't like. Beer it was.

With a lowered head, she accepted the glass and kept staring into it. Maybe no-one would care about her if she didn't look at anyone as though to start a fight.

She heard someone shuffle next to her. And then she looked up.

Tall. Very tall. And also colourful. Toned below wide robes. Fox mask in place on his face. Black hair straight, cut cleanly, beautiful.

Once, he had shown her the way. Yet, for him to be in this place he had to be not only helpful. She gulped. And when their eyes met, violet with what could have been brown behind that mask, she shuddered and turned away. And then it happened.

"Don't act so stiff around here" he had said, his voice holding bemusement and arrogance. His smirk was conveyed by his tone. "They might get you then."

But his voice was warm. Not the cold voice she had been expecting. His voice was deep and rough and warm. Yet, it made her shiver.

"You too, right?" she snarled and her grip on the glass in her hands tightened.

He chuckled softly, turning his face so that she could see the corners of a shapely mouth curl upwards. "I don't want to hurt women" he stated and the bartender gave him a glass of clear liquid. Then, he eyed her. "No, I have to correct myself: children."

Another snarl escaped her. This man was provoking her, trying to her so mad that she would come at him with her trust chainsaw in her hands, cutting at him, screaming, yelling, crying, making all the monsters come at her at once.

But maybe he was more dangerous.

"Shut up" she mumbled and tried to calm herself down. She was in enemy territory, completely at this man's mercy. There was no way she'd get out of it.

"Make me."

His voice rang through her whole body. Icy, stoic and not accepting any objections anymore. This was it.

And then, the sound of a sword scrathing in its sheathe. Her blood ran cold.

Not like this.

Metal collided with metal, the chains trying to rip the sword apart every time their teeth met the cold blade. He must have been smiling behind his mask. "Interesting, kid. How long can you keep this up?" he asked mockingly, tilting his head.

Even if the chainsaw should have been able to break his sword it somehow couldn't cut it. She ground her teeth and snarled again, applying pressure to her weapon. The other merely pressed against it, holding it off without greater effort.

And then, she was kicked in the gut. And fell on her arse. Her saw hit the floor between her legs and before she could lift it again, the tip of the sword was pointed at her, right between her brows, waiting to pierce her skull.

"Little girls shouldn't play with these dangerous things" he said, his voice calmly pouring from his mouth like the sweetest honey. And then he picked up her saw.

It was over.

So she closed her eyes. But nothing came. She cracked her left eye open, looking at the man in front of her. That second, he kicked her face to the ground, his geta digging into her face, blade at her throat.

"I'll have some fun with you, don't worry..." he mumbled in that sickeningly sweet tone, kneeling almost on top of her so she would hear. And then the first slash came. It was across her arm, fairly deep for a wound of such a quick action.

She cried out.

"Shut up!" Another kick to her face. Then, the wooden sandal left her face and a hand roughly grabbed her by her collar. "Let's help with that" he hissed to her face and for the first time she realised that that clear liquid must have been something along the lines of Vodka. Maybe this was only to distract herself from what was to come. "Tongue out."

She complied. Because, really, what should she do? She couldn't possibly take on an adult man with a sword without a weapon of her own. But it was comical, actually, how she got to stick out her tongue at the man. Then the tip of the sword went through it and her tears started pouring and her body was shaken by sobs. Only when blood was running down her throat, almost making her choke on it, did she stop sobbing. And, just like that, the front part of the pink muscle that had always been inside her mouth fell down next to her. She wanted to scream, but the was blood rushing out of her mouth and down her throat quickly.

She felt dizzy.

"Stay awake!" was the next command her she was kicked again. But, this time, he sat down on top of her, his unsheathed sword supporting him. "You are allowed to die after I cut you up some more, okay?" he asked, clearly awaiting an answer to see if she could still talk.

Frankly, being dead was better than this. And so she tried choking out sounds, in the end getting a 'yeeh' out. He slapped her. "Do it properly!" he barked at her and she nodded, tears streaming down her face.

"Yeeh cha..." she tried and he sighed in frustration. She got dizzier and her vision was getting blurry. The only thing she could see were the bright shades of pink, yellow, orange and blue the other wore, now stained red.

The blade went into her stomach. She tried to cry out but just choked on the coppery taste of her own blood. Cold iron went lower and lower until it reached her pelvis. A quick thrust and the sword slipped along the lower parts of her abdomen.

Barely could she take it anymore, barely could she keep her eyes open. Noticing this, he leaned down next to her ear, pulling the sword out of her abdomen. "You really are beautiful like this" he whispered softly and ran a hand along her cheek, wiping her tears a bit with it. Then the blade cut off said ear.

The pain she didn't even feel anymore. Neither did she fully register the other slipping his mask to the side to press their lips together, her mouth agape as it was, licking the blood pouring from her cut tongue.

"Truly beautiful."

And she gasped for air. Sitting up in her bed, she was panting heavily, a coppery taste on her tongue. Yes, it was still there, not cut out. The TV was still on.

Standing up, she went to her PC, sat down and began typing furiously.

Urotsuki's diary, entry 073

Do never upset the man with the mask.

A/N: Tongues and vocal chords get cut out a lot in Manga, I think. Or just in the ones I read. Maybe I should think about that.

... Nah.

This is pretty gross. I dunno why it turned out like this. I actually always thought that Yukata should be a stoic, no-nonsense guy, all samurai-style or something. But at some point I thought: no, if he were like that, he'd be honorable and then he wouldn't cut down girls. So, in my mind, he turned into a sick somewhat-villain, just enjoying the feel of thrusting his sword into someone. Oh well.

Also, funfact: I wanted to write Usotsuki instead of Urotsuki. LIAR.

I'll go have fun with Physics now. G'night.