The Forbidden Love of Yukari Yakumo

Chapter 5: The Great Escape of Love

Eientei, early morning

The sun shone in the morning light, filling the sky with pure liquid light dashed with the contrasting fluid-like white wisps of cumulonimbi... however, the two Forbidden lovers of hope and freedom were unable to tell this, as the room they were in had no windows, and was filled with the warmth from a night of pure love...

Reisen Udongein Inaba woke up from the bed in a sensual, yet disappointed manner, her perfect, thin body being hugged by her duvet, and she decided to walk into the room which she had allowed her guests to stay, and said in an tone filled with liquid annoyance, "Okay, get out of my house."

However, the Yukari was lying on top of Dawitsu, the two's eyes locked together in an eternally bound lock of adoration and beauty. Their ears seemed to have lost themselves within the sea of amorousness, and they continued to ignore the provocative, sensuous rabbit.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" she shouted slightly louder, hoping to break the unbreakable bond of trust and sensuality.

The two began to kiss, Yukari enjoying being the initiator of the wonderful experience of both the mouth and the heart, her large chest's eternally beating drum increasing it's life-giving rhythm as her long pink linguistic creator entered the heavenly realm of Dawitsu's mouth. She was so taken away by the sheer magnificence of the experience that she spontaneously created a gap underneath them, warping them into the dream-boat's house, more specifically the bedroom.

Yukari made a sound of pure, undiluted pleasure as passionate as the red rose that blooms spectacularly in the summer breeze as she fell onto Dawitsu's bed, the force of the fall pushing them ever together like a ball that fits into a cup. The shirtless man began to undo Yukari's lacy purple bra...

[Typist's Note: Hello. It is Jean Franc Levoisier who is typing this. The reason why is that Momiji Inubashiri is currently on what she called a 'recovery trip'. I am not sure what this is, but I imagine it is a journey to a place that is relaxing, and clears the mental scars which have no doubt been forming on the fragile woman's mind. I genuinely pity her, and that is why I offered to write this chapter for her... oh, I am sorry. I must explain why there is no sex scene. Because I find it too disgusting... it does remind me of my times with Patricia, however, when she was well... ah, she was wonderful in... OH, Sacrebleau, I almost typed that! I should... uh... bring you back to this story, I... apologise. Should I be apologising? I am not sure...]

Just as Dawitsu was about to wrap the last bandage of love around Yukari's soft, perfectly shaven thigh, a presence appeared in the room, opening the door like a brutal ice pick, shattering the cold, crystalline beauty of the Forbidden Lover's ever justified love of justice.

Yutaka was standing at the door, and saw the two lovers naked, on top of one another and bound together with the white fabric of [Typist's Note: I now understand why the English often describe the insipid things as painful... this... is... painful... oh, I apologise, Tokage's coming to check my work, I must get back to the story...] sensuality, and screamed, "Why are you in my house! You don't live here any more!"

However, Dawitsu, although panting from the strenuous activities of true love, calmly explained, "Yutaka, it is my mansion, and I can chose who lives here. It is you who doesn't live here any more..."

Yutaka's potassium-red hair ignited spontaneously, and she sharpened her razor-sharp red, Gothic fingernails, and lunged towards the two lovers. Still attached together, Dawitsu and Yukari rolled off of the bed together, dodging the insane Gothic Lolita as she devoured the bed like a black plague devours a rose. Yutaka growled like a feral cat, and leapt towards the eternal victims, but Yukari opened a gap before she could get to them, and she fell through, landing somewhere else.

Yukari panted, both with fear and exhilaration, like a cherry tree in full bloom, and said, "Oh, Dawitsu, I saved your life!"

"Where is she now?" Dawitsu said, still concerned for his former lover, as he knew no hate, like a wilting but eternally beautiful snowdrop.

Yukari's heart snapped, his love for her remaining like a perennial weed in a pure heath meadow, "Why does that matter, she's gone, now we can do what we like!"

Dawitsu's heart wavered like a unsure bee, looking for which flower to pollinate, "But she is safe, isn't she?"

"I only warped her to the netherworld... she's not actually dead..." Yukari explained, her resolve as wonderful as a pristine, dew-glossed white rose.

However, the black-haired hunk, although his perfect face remained as perfect as ever, seemed to become foolish, and began to fret for his evil former lover, "I hope she's okay..."

"Stop hoping she's okay!" Yukari pointed out, her legitimacy shining upon Dawitsu like a beautiful green light upon unheeding flower-shoot leaves.

Dawitsu stopped, and then nodded, "You're right, why should I care about her, she's ugly anyway..."

The two continued their perfect, ultimately unstoppable romantical healing of romance, and kept going until the early afternoon...

The Netherworld, the moment Yutaka was taken away

Falling into the Netherworld as ungracefully as the writing style of a stupid, red-haired Lizard Youkai, Yutaka rubbed her head as she appeared before a large courtroom, full of ghosts while 'Youmu and the Half-Ghosts' played 'You will beg for your life'.

A certain beautiful, Kimono-wearing ghost appeared at the table of the judge, and said, "You, Yutaka, are charged with perverting the course of Love!"

"On what grounds?" Yutaka asked, malice lining her words like a Crocus Petal dipped in tar.

"You have tried to break up a love that was meant to be, and for that, we sentence you to a life of not living." Yuyuko Saigyouji said benevolently.

"B-but, that isn't fair..." Yutaka's squeaky voice fruitlessly attempted to justify her abhorrent actions of destruction, like an evil moth flapping it's dust-covered wings towards a candle.

"What isn't fair is you stopping Miss Yukari, the greatest, kindest woman in all of the world, from having the man of her dreams!" Yuyuko boomed authoritatively.

Yutaka looked downwards, like a lowly frog coming to its senses after hopping on the flowers of the delicate lily pads, "B-but... I was with him first..."

"True love is true love. Your Love with him was cursed." Yuyuko explained, making perfect sense.

"I don't deserve this..." Yutaka whimpered, like a pathetic cat begging for a rotting fish head in the ocean of salt and death of flowers.

Yuyuko, however, decided to give the woman some undeserved mercy, and offered her a deal she couldn't refuse, "Yutaka, I shall let you live, on one condition..."

"What is that?" Yutaka asked desperately.

"You shall become my Shinigami, and you will reap souls for me. And, when you have reaped enough souls, you will even get to reap the souls of those two fated lovers... as they will die together when the time comes..." Yuyuko told her.

Smiling a grin of pure evil, the short, Gothic Lolita's eyes glowed even redder than before, and her teeth began to sharpen, "I accept your deal... as long as I get revenge... that's all that matters to me..."

Yuyuko began to laugh maniacally, as did her newly-christened Shinigami, and they decided to celebrate by listening the Youmu and the Half-ghosts latest hit single, 'The cold sword of Contentment'.

Author's Notes: Ah ha ha! Now my story's just the coolest! Does Hebiko's story have evil shinigami villains? Or... uh... Shinigami villains? Or shinigami villains? Well, does she? No, she doesn't! Hebiko's a stupid, mindless woman, and she needs to stop getting close to Dawitsu! He's mine... uh... I mean, he shouldn't be friends with such an idiot! He should be friends with me! We'd do all sorts of fun friendly things with each other, like 'Pin the detached tail on me' and 'Romantic Dinners'... that last one is strictly platonic, by the way! Why? Why are they friends? ARGH! So annoying! Why? Why? Why?

Typist's Notes: I'll... uh... move on now. It seems that she is just going to continue stamping on the floor and shout 'Why' like an infant. Hello. Yes, I am still Jean Franc, and I shall, ha ha, be frank! Oh ho... that was intended as what the English call a 'play on words', in case my poor wording was not good enough for you to understand... anyway, I am fearing of this woman's sanity, and I do not blame the strange wolf woman for wanting a break. As long as the story gets typed, this insane woman does not care who is doing the typing... she did not even ask for my name, she seems to have given me one... 'Michel'. Not only that, but she says I am... uh... 'so hot that she thinks she has made the wrong choice about who to write about'... I am just glad that was not the subject of her writing, I feel a large amount of the sympathy for Monsieur Dawitsu and his friends... on behalf of... Momiji and myself, I am so... so sorry...

Ah, Momiji told me I have to allow a select few people review this chapter, so, here they are...

Reviews for Chapter Five:

Mateyuu Dawitsu: Alright, that's it! I can cope with you exposing me naked in every chapter, I can cope with you shipping me with Yukari, I can even cope with your strange, creepy advances on me, but your poor treatment of Yutaka in-story is pushing it. I cannot just sit there while you KILL OFF my first true love, my best friend, my loyal, beautiful, kind, truthful, peaceful, benign, truly benevolent Shikigami! I can't! Tokage, once this whole thing's published, I'm gonna hold a wonderful celebration barbecue, with everyone in Gensokyo invited... with your book as the fuel for the Barbecue. And, if you have the nerve of showing up to crash it, I'll make sure smoked Lizard Tail is on the menu...

Yutaka Hadekawa: Please Boss... don't be so aggressive... don't... try to protect me...

(the young woman broke down into tears, so I had to stop typing and help the Youkai Man to comfort her... she seems quite upset by this chapter...)

Ran Yakumo: Any saving grace this book had is now null and void. I can;t believe I even inferred liking the scene in which the Master's shirt was wet...

Yuuka Kazami: I am usually a fan of pure, undiluted evil. I would actually enjoy using this book as a torture mechanism, however, your insistent use of flowers is causing me to waver on this possibility... I cannot bring myself to use such a book for torture when it so inaccurately, and horrifically uses flowers... it gives flowers a bad name, and they're the only good thing in this world... I may have to exact revenge on you simply for your defilement of the Plant Kingdom.

Hebiko Bimyouna: I am sick of using that disguise. I'm no longer going to sink to that low. It's time to end this, Tokage. It's one thing to slander my friends, it's completely another to kill them in your deranged little fantasies. STOP. THIS. NOW. I warn you as a friend... just stop this... there will come a point where people will stop laughing at you and start to hate you. I don't wish any harm to come to you... please, for your own sake...

Youmu Konpaku: Oh my. This Lizard Youkai told me to read her story, said she was my biggest fan... I... read the former chapter's reviews, and I have to be honest... I agree with Mister... Dawitsu, is it? I don't like fans like this. My music isn't 'Gothic', it's just music I like to sing to... also, Dawitsu, come to the Netherworld and I'll happily give you our latest album as recorded by Nitori's record studio, signed by me, Hemi, Semi, Demi, and Point-Five. I hope you enjoy the latest track as some kind of consolation for this awful story...