The Forbidden Love of Yukari Yakumo

Chapter 12: Forbidden Foxgloves of The Underground

Former Hell, continuing from the last chapter

The exorbitant liquid pool of molten lava flowed eternally towards the infinitely removed horizon, orange filling the apocryphal sky of fire. The heat was causing Yukari to sweat so much that she took off her lacy, purple wedding outfit, that she was still wearing in memory of her fallen love. Placing it in a gap so that they would be safe, she stripped down to her tight, purple bra, and her lacy red undergarments. The lava pool seemed to go on forever, but, as Yukari squinted her beautiful, purple eyes, showing off her long, ephemeral eyelashes, she saw a large, ominous mansion of black darkness in the distance.

Stepping into one of her holes of purple etherealness, she reappeared much closer to the ebony-raven house, which towered over her like a leviathan creature to a delicate buttercup. Her eyes traced over the house like a light of truth scanning over an evil liar's face, and she decided that the Foxglove was probably imprisoned in this frightening house of grimness.

Knocking on the large, dark black door, Yukari waited for the owner of the Mansion to arrive, and upon the gargantuan, ominous door of fright opening, Yukari was surprised to see a short, purple-haired girl that wore a light blue cardigan and a pink dress, both of which were covering her tiny, perfectly petite body up so much that she looked closer to an old human woman than a young youkai in dingy clothes. However, her flawed, outdated attitude made her shocked at Yukari's perfectly sensual and beautiful outfit, and she asked in a quiescent voice, "What are you doing here, you dirty slut?"

"I'm here to ask if you grow any Foxglove plants..."Yukari asked, her voice as soft as the leaves of a Silver Birch in the warm summer.

"Yes, I do..." Satori Komeiji mused aggressively, and then looked down her third eye, which glowered malevolently at Yukari's ample, perfectly supported chest, "Hmm... you seem to be... you want to steal my Foxglove to heal your beautiful, raven-haired, ethereal husband, don't you?"

"Yes..." Yukari agreed, her kind voice causing Satori to become softened in her cold heart.

"Okay, but only if you promise me one favour..." Satori mumbled, "I want you... to be my pet."

Satori floated out towards Yukari, and despite her short height, pressed her against her house's wall. She whispered lustfully, "You... you have to be my pet forever... once you heal your love, bring him to me as well, and we can all be a family together... wouldn't you want that?"

Yukari quivered in fear, and struggled under the dominant, strong grip of the unattractive, forceful Satori, and cried in shock as she slowly stroked down her curvaceous, perfect torso. As suddenly as a delicate Dandelion seed being carried in the wind, Satori released Yukari's body, and held her hand, "Come, my pet, I'll show you the foxglove..."

Yukari's heart wrestled with unsureness, her mind a delicate flower unsure whether to allow itself to be picked from the bountiful, perfect soil, or keep its roots stuck within it's prison as she walked with Satori through her large, blood red and raven black chequered mansion, her hand softly within the tight iron maiden attached to Satori's arm. Walking into a small, crimson room filled with the sumptuous, innocent smells of exquisite flowers, Satori called out, "This is my garden. Remember, once you take the Foxglove, you are my pet... I will find you and your husband, and I will be with you forever..."

Yukari looked into the violaceous eyes of the troglodytic Satori, and could see a sea of liquid loneliness flowing through them like a river of despair, and she was beginning to feel pity for the tragic, abandoned Satori of hermitage. Her third eye still staring at Yukari's pure heart, Satori's cold, lustful expression melted, and her eyes widened in shock and kindness, "You... you are feeling sorry... for me?"

"Well, yes... you're so lonely, and that must be why you want me as a pet, right?" Yukari answered.

"It... is. No-one ever visits me... that's why... when visitors come... I have to keep them... so I don't... stay alone..." Satori's eyes switched from purple to red, her expression becoming as psychotic as the evil Shinigami who was still after Yukari, "...YOU WILL STAY WITH ME!"

Leaping at Yukari, the Satori pushed the helpless, pure woman onto the floor, lying on top of her, and she kissed Yukari in a passionate, lust-fuelled way, like the moment water kisses the leaves of a rose in the cold winter mornings. Struggling under the dangerous, evil loner, Yukari pushed Satori off of herself, and ran away from her, escaping into the labyrinthine garden.

Satori gasped slowly, like a hulking monster of sadness, and shouted, "You can't escape from me! You're somewhere around here, I know you are!"

Yukari was running as far as her tiny, feminine, perfectly formed bare feet could take her, looking at the flowers she passed, checking if any of them were Foxgloves. Running out of energy, she stopped running, breathing heavily, causing her chest to expand and accentuate her perfect bust before expelling the air from her pure, flawless chest afterwards. Looking through the garden, she attempted to find out where the purple-flowered, tall stemmed, Digitalis-yielding plant she was looking for was. After a few minutes, she found the beautiful, delicate flower, bobbing in the breeze as if it were but a delicate daisy, not a mighty Foxglove. Running towards it with hope filling her chest like liquid water of dreams, Yukari's heart shattered as she saw that Satori had already got there.

"Leaving so soon?" Satori asked, her face twisted into a libidinous smile as horrific as a tree that has died and it's trunk has continued to grow, "But... but you're still not my perfect, wonderful pet..."

Yukari trembled as the Satori walked towards her, her short shoulder-trees extended outwards like a fearful dead log filled with woodlice and earthworms. Yukari knew in her heart that although it was wrong to hurt people, that Hachuurui did it to protect her, and realised that if her destiny of love were to be fulfilled, she would have to hurt the lonesome, lustful Satori of evil. Opening a gap, Yukari picked up her large, purple parasol, and attacked the unsuspecting Satori with a blow to the head, causing her to bleed dark red, rusty blood.

Screaming in salacious agony of exuberance, Satori screamed as her face continued to let the deep red sanguine fluid flow from her face like a slow, limpid waterfall. Falling to the floor like a tragically cut daffodil, Satori fell unconscious, her third eye slowly closing as she continued to bleed.

Yukari picked the Foxglove, staring over the deserving victim, and finally, placed a small petal upon the Satori, giving her eternal wishes of forgiveness and hope. Opening a gap to Hachuurui's house, she left the large, frightening mansion of fright, and hoped that, despite her great evil, that Satori Komeiji would live to see true love in someone else.

Mayohiga, Hachuurui's House, midnight

Yukari appeared like a delicate wisp of cherry blossoms within Hachuurui's bedroom, to stop and look over the beautiful, still-wheezing, black-haired, perfectly tanned youkai, his body moving up and down in a slow, sensual manner that made Yukari unable to stop thinking about kissing him.

Putting these thoughts to rest, Yukari kissed her love on the forehead, feeling his perfect face lucidly, and she softly said, "One more flower... one more and we can be together again..."

The Netherworld, shortly afterwards

Yutaka kneeled in front of the glorious, terrifying ghost of death and life, and asked, "What is thy bidding, my master?"

"Ah... after you gave me the mortal soul of that angel, I am most impressed with you... you only need thirteen more souls, and your debt will be complete." Yuyuko stated affluently, "I want you to reap the soul of a sinner, Satori Komeiji. She has just been injured, so this one should not be a challenge..."

Yutaka's blood-red eyes glowed with a sadistic glee, like a poison ivy leaching nutrients from a dying tree, "Ah... just what I like..."

Causing her surroundings to go as black as a black raven in the black darkness, Yutaka took herself from the ethereal cherry-blossom covered Netherworld to the dark red and ebony-black mansion of former hell. When she discovered the lying Satori lying there, she laughed maniacally, "What, are you not even going to ask why I'm here? HA! This is too easy!"

However, the Satori picked herself up, her hair covered in her own blood where she was attacked by the pure and just Yukari Yakumo, "Huh? Who are... you?"

Yutaka's mouth cracked into a smile as evil as her own heart, "I'm a Shinigami. I'm here to reap your soul. In other words, you're dead."

Satori struggled to stand up, but gradually opened her third eye for what she thought was her last time, to look at the Gothic Lolita's tiny, unattractive chest, "So... you're getting revenge on...Yukari Yakumo... are you? How about you spare me? I happen to have an issue with that Border Youkai as well..."

"How did you know that?" Yutaka asked, her stupidity too great to know what a Satori was.

"I can... read your mind... so... how about it? Do you want to work with me?" Satori asked, her face weakened, but smiling.

"Actually... I'll consider it. I'll just tell my superiors that you beat me in a fight, she'll believe anything..." Yutaka said, disrespect lining her voice like venom coating an adder's fang...

Author's Notes: Oh, isn't that a twist? I must say, Michel, you seem a little tired today... do you want a back rub? Huh? Why are you reacting like that? I'm good at them! Honestly! Oh, maybe my story's just so amazing that you're exhilarated just by typing it... ah ha ha! Take that, Hebiko! Michel likes my stories more than yours! Ha ha! Ha! Ha ha!

My writing just exceeds brilliance, I'm just too beyond this world's league to really stay in this world... I need to ascend to a higher plane of existence before anyone will truly understand my genius! Don't you think so, Michel? What's that you're saying under your breath? Oh, Michel, you and your strange, sexy-sounding language!

Typist's Notes: Mon Dieu! Bon, je sais que je suis es utilisant les notes de ces dactylo comme un section rodmontades, mais quoi d'autre puis je-faire? Je vais devenir fous se je ne défouler quelque part, ce livre est TERRIBLE! Je voudrais qu'elle enfermé, je voudrais qu'elle cesser de flirter avec moi, je voudrais qu'elle me arréter d'appelar Michel! Mon nom est Jean! JEAN! J-E-A-N! Por l'amour de Dieu!

Reviews for Chapter Twelve:

Mateyuu Dawitsu: I decided I would bring Satori Komeiji into this, seen as even she has now been violently butchered by this story... I've got her on what I call a mobile phone... oh yeah, you already know what those are, don't you, Jean? Yukari was kind enough to let me have her number so there was a second phone that could be given to Satori and enable contact. This is what she has to say... hello? Hello? Ah, hi there, Satori. Alright, I texted you the story, what do you think of it? (He proceeded to hold a cellphone to my ear as I typed her review...)

Satori Komeiji: Oh my... is this real? This has to be a joke on your part, Mister Dawitsu... there's no way... OH NO! I can't use my Third Eye on you from here and find out if you're telling the truth! No! I'm so frightened, what do I do now? Um... assuming this is for real... I just want her to know that I do not use my pets for anything remotely lust-related, in fact... I can't remember the last time I felt lust... my pets are my companions, nothing more. You're sick for assuming otherwise. There was a passing attempt made here at making me sympathetic, I see. But you seemed to abandon that... why? Koishi's told me that the story already has several villainous people in it already, what's the issue? Oh, I wish I could go above ground...

Yukari Yakumo: Okay, okay, in case you actually do read these reviews, Tokage, let's get one thing straight. I didn't give Dawitsu my phone number because I like him. I'm just uniting with him due to mutual hatred. Now that that's cleared up, I'll get onto the review. Why am I so helpless? Surely there's a purpose to this? Beyond shipping us two and making me the less dominant one? Please? Anything! I mean, come on! I've been overpowered by practically everyone who's come on to me... hold on, there's not even a 'practically' about that! Every single encounter in which I've been sexually desired by someone has resulted in me either happily allowing it or being overpowered... is this how you view women? Are you... sexist? This certainly isn't misogyny, but... it is certainly disgusting. Ugh...

Hebiko Bimyouna: Me, oh my, oh me... you just keep finding ways to screw up, don't you, Tokage? I'm having trouble counting the flower similes and redundant phrases...

Yuuka Kazami: You're right! I thought I'd told her not to! I think a repeat visit's in order! (Hebiko, who was still present, proceeded to say 'Oh God, what have I done?' before running after Miss Kazami...)