The Forbidden Love of Yukari Yakumo

Chapter 7: The Great Shinigami's rampage

The Netherworld, late evening

The realm of cherry blossoms was filled ever more with the radiant pink efflorescence after the diminutive, Shinigami of death had appeared on the scene, and she kneeled in front of her mistress, who was wearing a tight-fitting kimono that accentuated her perfect chest area and complimented her mauve hair that curled like the lurid waves of the Sanzu River. Pointing her covered hand at Yutaka, she boomed in a voice as shocking as a twisted magnolia tree with withered leaves, "You have done well, my Shinigami!"

"Thank you, Mistress." Yutaka said, humility coating her voice like a pestilential fluid coats a tempting, shiny red forbidden fruit.

"Ah, you are only fifteen souls from repaying your debt to me..." the ethereal ghost of ephemerality mused as confidently as a red rose in the rain.

Yutaka's head wilted like a dying flower, "Yes, Mistress... so, who shall I kill next?"

"It is entirely up to you, as long as it is not the fated couple of destiny..." Yuyuko said, triumph flowing from her mouth like a stream of fore-ordination.

"Yes, Mistress..." Yutaka said, standing up as she picked up her scythe of deathly doom, looking as beautiful as a venomous Azalea in the wind. The area turned as black as her soul, and she disappeared into the air, like a dandelion seed in a hurricane of fear and panic.

Dawitsu Mansion, the same time

Although their pure, true, and loyal urges were telling them to passionately spend the night in their bed of true love with their fabric-based healing strings for the heart, Dawitsu and Yukari knew that they would have to work out what Ran was trying to say to them before her perfectly beautiful, ethereal essence was forever vanished from the land of the living, and do what they could to stop the woman before she brutally picked the petals of life off anyone else.

"Perhaps she was saying 'Yutaka is a Shikigami'." Dawitsu said, his eyes moving as seductively as a God of seduction towards his perfectly proportioned wife of love and truth.

"Or... perhaps she was saying..." Yukari's eyes filled with the liquid fear and doubt of a frightened mouse in a trap, "...perhaps she said 'Yutaka is a Shinigami'..."

Dawitsu's perfect face dropped in colour, his normally flawless tan turning as deathly ivory as Yukari's perfect skin, but it wasn't normal for Dawitsu to do it at all, "...Yutaka? A Shinigami? How can that be, she's in the..."

Yukari screamed, her voice projecting vaporised concern for the world that she had just released a horrific, evil Demon of death onto, "No! Yuyuko has probably made her into a Shinigami... and the first thing she'll want to do is kill us..."

Dawitsu put his hand over Yukari's mouth, and she licked the eternally beautiful phalanges of his palm as he did so, "Hush, my dear. If she could do that, she would have killed us already. She must have to do something first..."

Yukari screamed once more, her flawless voice muffled behind Dawitsu's perfect hand, making for a sound so close to pure perfection that it exceeded perfection, and then said, "...she... she probably will have to kill four loads of four souls before she can kill us... we have to stop her!"

"But if she's a Shinigami, how will we stop her?" Dawitsu asked, his confidence wavering like a soft sunflower in the breeze of spring.

"Because, with our love, nothing can stop us!" Yukari called out the moving words in a manner so filled with power that her heart seemed to become two, equally perfect hearts.

"And, together, we shall stop the evil Yutaka, once and for all!" Dawitsu shouted, his heart accepting the truth he had never accepted before because of the love that lingered within his heart, like the rose that loves the wasp that never pollinated it.

Mayohiga, midnight

Yutaka blended into the night of Mayohiga like a dark Calla Lily in the deep lake of despair and turmoil, and crept towards her ugly, stupid, red-haired victim. Her name was Hebiko Fukigenna, and deserved everything that she was about to get.

Her stupidly long hair blocked her eyes from seeing the unnaturally fast flicker of pure death, as Yutaka slashed the idiotic l/i/z/a/r/d Youkai with her very sharp scythe, making her r/e/p/t/i/l/i/a/n blood fountain like a glorious geyser of life. Picking up the soul, Yutaka was too busy to notice that Yukari and Dawitsu had appeared behind her.

[Typist's Notes: I know I'm not meant to type up the crossed out words... but come on, what did you expect? I can't type this crap up without a little fun in return...]

But, being the most beautiful, fair, and honest couple in all of Gensokyo, the two lovers called out to Yutaka in a love-tangled unison, "Yutaka, look behind you."

Yutaka pulled her scythe out of the ugly corpse, and shouted in a demonic voice that shattered the heavens, "CURSE YOU, YUKARI! You know that I can't kill you yet, right? But some day... some day I will... just fourteen more souls, and I will be free to..."

Dawitsu called out in a heroic voice of justice, "Not if I can help it!"

And then Dawitsu made a spectacular display of bullets, filling the air with his perfect magical essence as the stars fell from the sky. Yukari was so amazed by the beauty of it that she was too mesmerised to do anything, and stared in a trance at the raven-haired hunk of loveliness. Yutaka's hair sparked with knowledge, and she lunged at Yukari like a puff-balls evil, fungal spores of death.

Dawitsu jumped selflessly in front of his true love, getting impaled by the giant scythe of death, causing Yutaka to smile a smile of perversity, and she withdrew her scythe, laughing maniacally, "Ha! Ha ha! He may not be dying, but he won't be going far like that!"

Dawitsu's flawless abdomen now had a large hole in the perfection, like a moth-eaten Magnolia flower. He groaned exorbitantly, and fell to the floor like the last blossom of spring while Yukari held his perfect chest delicately. Yutaka grinned malevolently, "We'll meet again, Forbidden Lovers!"

Like a black sheep of darkness, the flat-chested shinigami disappeared in a dark cloud of black soot...

Yukari held Dawitsu tenderly, and kissed him on his neck sensually, unable to stop herself, as his deep, sexy breathing was making her head feel as light as a delicate daisy petal. However, Dawitsu stopped her, and said, "I know that it's hard to stop yourself, but... I need you to not make love to me for a while... I need... you... to..."

His breathing became deeper and rugged, and his strong voice became as delicate as a soft, ethereal water lily. He coughed soft, red blood, and tried to allow his instructions to exit his perfect, square-jawed mouth, "...I need... I need you to..."

Yukari was crying in shock and sorrow as her dream man went as limp as a weeping willow of sadness, her mind falling into an ebony sea of dismay, and shook the bleeding dreamboat, "No! No! What do I have to do? What do I do to help you?"

However, the man didn't reply, his breathing diminishing like a shrinking violet. Yukari screamed his name, but he stayed asleep, a permanent, but non-fatal sleep overtaking his body like a ghost of slumber in the dark, star-lit night.

Yukari knelt on the floor as she held her beautiful forbidden lover, and yelled in her loudest, saddest voice, "NO! I can't... I can't... live without you..."

The Border Youkai sniffed, her eyes filling with soft, limpid tears, and she walked away from the spot, clinging to the body of her only true love as her only comfort in the dark, cruel world...

Author's Notes: I... I feel better now. I'd like to thank Miss Marisa Kirisame for helping me heal up and get better, she's a true friend, unlike that stupid Hebiko! Ha! What were you trying to do anyway? Warn me? I knew that someone would attack me at some point, they're all jealous!

Also, I heard from the Tengu Reporters that Dawitsu got beaten up so badly that he had to be fixed by that short Shikigami girl, but I figured, you know what that story needs. Not some Shikigami doing it, but instead his true love is going to do it! Because that makes much more sense, why would a Shikigami do that for her master? Reality sure is unrealistic... plus, it's more cool if a big scythe hurts him than... whatever dumb thing hurt him before...

Typist's Notes: Ugh... she's... regrettably... back. I think I preferred the slightly traumatised version myself...

Oh, I felt bad for saying that. I wonder who the culprit was? Reading over the last chapter... green hair? Oh my, could Sanae have done it? Or Yuuka Kazami? Or Hina Kagiyama? Or maybe even... um, what's the name of that evil spirit who seems to have retired evil for a bit? Mimi? Nina? Meaner?

Um, yeah, the reviews...

Reviews for Chapter Seven:

Hebiko Bimyouna: Hey, I was actually tempted to write a parody of yourself into my story, but I rose above that. But you... you not only put me in, you kill me? I wouldn't mind but I was only an extra... is that all you see in me now? Well, I guess I was stupid for showing any concern for you...

Alice Margatroid: How dare you write in that Yutaka would attack Dawitsu like that? I... I... she was the one who fixed him from my attack! And I regretted it from the minute I did it! But you're... you don't even seem to understand the basics of how someone reacts in a crisis... you try to help them, or you panic. You most certainly do not get distracted by their good looks and kiss them on the neck... you... sick, sick person.

Marisa Kirisame: Glad to see you're all better, Tokage! But why did you still make me pay for your autograph? Didn't you like my Bracket Fungus Soup?

Yukari Yakumo: Oh, so hold on, where did my Border Powers go? Is it simply you alter my powers when it's convenient to your ridiculous plot? Please don't tell me I'm going to be a damsel in distress at some point... I may have to kill you if that happens.

Mima: MY NAME IS MIMA! Don't you stupid typists understand? I used to be the fear-inspiring main villain, the one which they all cowered in fear from, and then I... for whatever reason... decided to save the day... then decided to again... and then... no-one paid any more attention to me... hey, are you still typing? I'll tell you something for free, it was not I who traumatised that idiot. I'm not about to waste my time on that, although seeing what it's doing to my ex-magic student, I guess I may soon have a motive...

Yuuka Kazami: (for whatever reason, she spent the whole review whistling a merry, innocuous tune)

Mateyuu Dawitsu: Okay, okay, okay... catatonic or not catatonic, I can't just accept that you had my best friend mercilessly attack me! And not show any amount of regret! Yutaka has stopped going with me to these review sessions because she doesn't want to listen to it any more, and quite frankly, I've had enough, too. All I'll leave on is this. I, Mateyuu Dawitsu, star of this... horrific show, gives his official disapproval to this book! Good day, sir! Um... I mean, Ma'am...