Chapter 37 has been uploaded. It is below this review response.
AN: Yep, I am back at my shit again. Hey everyone, the next chapter is going to be released at Tuesday, since I have to take a language regents for my class at Monday. The chapter will revolve around Natsuki's past and her father's condition. Along with this is a small, "steamy" Yuri scene, maybe. There's a chance where I might actually just make these separate. Only time will tell, or when I start writing it, of course. T
The rewrites of the previous chapters will be done after the beach chapters and before the Monika date and climax. Saturday is the endgame for this fic, since this fic has been drawn out for too long, imo. Hopefully the target words will around 350k words, including rewrites of previous chapters.
Before I get into the responses, I don't normally do this, but Remiboi did do this to me. I would like to shout out his story, "Doki Doki Chuunibyou Club!", a take on the DDLC story with the use of special "disorder" known as, Chunnibyou, which causes younger kids to think they have special powers and what not. It's a wholesome, funny, and interesting fic, that I suggest you guys to take the time to look at.
Anyway, with that out of the way, onto the reviews.
Storm, if you want to I guess. It should be relevant to the genre you are writing, otherwise people will think it's spam. You do you. If you don't want to do it, then don't. If you do, then do. You know, that sort of thing.
Tsudzukete, Well, I did do it twice. Why not anyway? Small references here and there is just a little treat for you guys. And besides, Patrick's reference is the most adult thing I have seen as a kid, lol.
The discord scenes with the bot will be cleared up soon. It will be important later on. A heads up, the bot will be "active" during the Monika date.
I guess I did. I mean, she kinda had it coming, especially on how she insulted Natsuki on her stature and such. Saying things like that would piss anyone off, so to an extent, her flirty nature got her this. But, I think I was a little too harsh on her. I may bring her up again later, as comic relief.
Oh yeah, I think around 2-3 chapters till the beach chapters.
Thanks for the review, dude.
Dickbag Mcgee, Yes.
TitanSolracar, It's funny how some people like Val can exist. I'll admit, Val was based off of many characters. Like heroic dense idiots, that somehow know the right words to say and be very suave in the process. Also, Frank has a little sprinkle of realism in him, able to point out things that are the norm in anime-esque worlds like DDLC.
Anyway, I am happy to know that you enjoyed that little scene.
I don't think it's the end of her, since Hina has potential on being a minor character, rather than a one time user.
The jingle of that theme song sounded off when I put Fairy instead of Fairly. Your reasoning backed it up, since it sounded the usual with Fairly. Could this be a Mandela Effect? Where you dock with your parallel universe self?
Err, sorry. I will never do a joke like that ever again. A friend of mine pointed that out when he watched a theory on that effect. It always makes me laugh a bit whenever I think of it.
Now that's a good quote to use, as I like both of them. The senior yearbook for me was pretty nice! I was impressed on how I turned out in the pictures and what not, preventing myself from blinking in the photos where took me.
E3? I lost my shit when TES 6 was announced honestly, Fallout 76 was kind of eh, time to play with friends but. TES 6 tho? Holy fuck. For a guy who spent hundreds of hours in Skyrim and Oblivion, TES 6 is a blessing come true. Also, the prospect of the collector's edition seems cool, especially the map glowing, though it might be a bit unsettling to see something in your room glowing, especially when you wake up in the middle of the night for whatever reason.
That reminds me, you see the nightmare-fuel picture of Obama circulating? Spooky.
Todd really did prove himself with E3. And for a guy who spent hours in the Arkham games? I also can't wait for Spider-Man.
Thanks for the review! It's much appreciated!
Anyway, that's all for now. Any reviews that are put up, I read. I will be more than happy to reply to you guys, as it is always interesting on what you guys have to say for a chapter and whatnot.
Have a good evening.
6/19/18 AN: Chapter has been uploaded, enjoy.
I tightened my grip on the bar of the balcony, looking up into the stars.
I was tired, completely and utterly exhausted.
From talking to Natsuki's dad, then to "talking" to Monika.
I snickered at the thought of Monika, but I still had a pleased smirk.
I never knew she would go that low.
But...
She was my first female friend after Tracy.
I'll admit, she has made me much more comfortable around girls.
Maybe a bit too comfortable.
But now I have ability to look them in the eye and ask them...
"What's wrong?"
This also opens up a realm of confusion as well.
Girls imply one thing, but mean the others.
Guys are to pick up any context clues they give to better understand them.
She says not touch her, but she wants you.
She's impatient, she's deluded.
The list goes on.
Well, that applies to some, but not all.
Hey, it can be the other way around, for all I know.
I leaned in to better feel the night's breeze.
I felt the air glide through my air and tickle my skin.
I let my mind race back to the earlier events of the day.
Natsuki and I walked up to the entrance of her house.
I knew that she was incredibly nervous at what was about to happen.
But her posture revealed none of it.
I looked to her with comforting eyes.
"H-Here we are! Welcome to my house..." She trailed.
I petted her pink hair.
"Natsuki. It's okay to be nervous." I told her.
Natsuki pulled and looked away from me.
"I am not nervous!" She replied.
She then looks up to me.
"I'm scared."
Her pink eyes showed that she was indeed, mortified.
"What will happen when my dad sees you, Val? What will he do? Will he freak out? Will he get overprotective of me?"
Tears started to form among her eyes.
"I'm just so scared."
I bring her into a hug.
"Don't be." I simply say.
Natsuki hugs me back tightly.
I felt her tears soak my shoulder.
I dove my nose into her strawberry-scented hair.
"I always keep my promises, Natsuki. Don't ever forget that. And I promised countless times that I will help your dad."
She pulled away from me.
I wiped the tears away from her eyes.
"It's now or never, Nat."
Natsuki nodded with understanding.
She rang the doorbell.
She inhaled deeply.
"Just let me talk to him for a little..." She muttered.
I knew what her plan was.
"Okay. I'll wait here."
I walked to the side of the door, making myself out-of-sight from whoever is opening the door.
Natsuki straightened herself as she awaited for her father to open the door.
How am I going to introduce myself?
I am not quite sure...
The door opened.
"Natsuki?" A masculine voice asked.
"Hi, Papa! I'm back from the mall."
"Already? That was a lot more quicker than your usual shopping sprees, Natsuki. And... why aren't you carrying anything? Did you not buy things?"
"I just went window shopping, Papa. I'll order online."
I heard her walk in as the door creaked open.
There was movement in the house.
I saw Natsuki poke her head out to me.
"I'll call you in when I'm ready, okay?" She asked.
I saw her hands clutch the side of the door tightly.
"Are you absolutely sure that you want do this, Val?"
I walked up to her and leaned to her.
"I want to make your life better, Nat."
I cupped her chin.
"I won't let go of this." I declared.
Instead of me going for this kiss, Natsuki pressed towards me.
We both closed our eyes and let the addicting sensation rush over us.
We shared a sweet and tender kiss before we parted.
Natsuki smiled at me, with a small pink blush.
"I love you." She said.
I smiled back at her.
"I love you, too."
And with that, Natsuki reared her head away from me and went inside the house.
I heard murmurs inside the house.
"Natsuki, was there someone at the door? And why is your face... a bit pink?"
"Don't worry about it, Papa. There was no one at the door."
I sighed at the inevitable confrontation.
I leaned on the door and listened into their conversation.
"Um... Papa?"
"Yes, Natsuki?"
"Can we talk?"
There was a brief silence in the conversation.
"About what?" Natsuki's dad finally questioned.
There was another brief silence in the conversation.
I prayed that Natsuki had the strength to ask him the hard questions.
"I... I wanted to talk about Mama..."
"There's... no. There's nothing talk about, Nat. I... no. There's nothing left to discuss." Her dad dismissed.
"Then why are you still mourning her?! I see that picture in your hand, dad! We need to talk about this!" Natsuki demanded.
"I... I can't."
"Why?! Why don't you want tell me anything about Mama?!"
"Natsuki... It hurts to talk about her. I just can't talk about it. I just need more time."
There was yet another silence at the confrontation.
"Look, Natsuki. There are things that need to be left behind. And some of those things that need to be protected by one person, and by one person only." He explained.
I heard Natsuki give a long and heavy sigh.
"Papa... if you are going to be like that, then I have to tell you something."
I could tell that her dad was confused.
"What? What do you mean?"
I closed my eyes.
Natsuki...
You can do it.
"There's this boy that I really like."
...
"A boy? Is he a good person?"
"Dad, he is a saint. He always has good intentions."
Natsuki continued.
"And this boy talks to me. And he listens to whatever I say to him. He listens to everything..."
Natsuki's dad paused to comprehend the information given.
"What's his name, Nat?"
"His name is Valkyrie Jones, papa."
"Oh... Valkyrie, huh?"
"Yep!"
...
"That's good... Natsuki. I am happy that you like someone, but. I... I don't like that sound of you being with someone."
"But why, dad? Why do you freak out whenever you see me with someone?" Natsuki asked.
I heard him sigh.
"I... I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"It brings up too many memories..."
I heard Natsuki grunt in frustration.
"Then who will you tell?!"
...
The atmosphere grew more intense.
I felt it weigh down onto me.
"What if..." Natsuki's dad started to say. "I tell it to this Valkyrie, Natsuki? You said that he always good intentions and listens, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Then, will he talk to a grizzled veteran like me, Nat?"
"Yeah, he will. I told him about you."
...
"About me?"
"I told him about how you just didn't care about anything anymore, papa."
"That's... that's not true! I care about you, Natsuki!"
"You do! But you don't care about the little things in life anymore! Food, music, or just life in general! When you aren't caring for me, you just think of Mama!"
The house went silent.
I patiently waited for the next set of dialogue to happen.
I wanted to jump in and help Natsuki.
But it would make things worse.
"Valkyrie... had a great-uncle that cared about his dad a lot. When his great-uncle died, Valkyrie said that his dad became depressed. His dad missed his uncle, and he was behaving like you would. He didn't eat, sleep, or talk to anyone. Val managed to talk his dad out of his condition and helped him. So he asked if he could help you of course..."
I imagined her father pondering his next words.
"And what did you say?" Natsuki's dad asked.
"I said no at first... but after he told me about it his great-uncle, Val promised me that he will help."
...
"And he never breaks his promises." Natsuki declared.
I could tell that Natsuki's father was going through a maelstrom of emotions right now.
It was difficult to accept help.
"So I said yes. I'll let Val help you, papa... but will you let him into your mind?"
Another bout of silence rang my ears.
"I... I'll try. Okay. I'll try."
I let out a relieved sigh.
I felt the adrenaline rush through me.
The small footsteps next to the door came.
It was time.
Natsuki opened the door slightly.
I felt her fear coursing through her, despite the talk she had with her father.
I gave a quick kiss on the forehead to calm her, before going into the room.
Natsuki gave a small, but unsure smile.
I walked to the room in a moderate pace.
This is it...
How should I start off?
What should I say?
I finally entered the room.
There was a visibly fatigued middle aged man, sitting on a brown recliner.
He had graying black hair, and had small wrinkles all over his face.
It was clear that he was suffering.
At first he was surprised from my appearance.
It looked as if he tried to fight an uncontrollable urge within him
Natsuki's father took a deep breath and straightened himself.
Natsuki's dad gave me a weak, but ready smile towards me and looked towards Natsuki.
"He was waiting for me?"
Natsuki stood silently and nodded.
"I see..." He muttered, bowing his head down in thought.
In a manner of just seconds, I saw her father looked up to her.
"Nat, can you leave us for a bit? And maybe clean up a bit?" He asked.
"Okay."
Natsuki slowly walked away.
She turned to me.
I gave her a reassuring smile.
And she gave me one as well, before heading up the stairs.
I turned to her dad.
We meekly looked at each other, unsure of how to greet each other.
This continued for a bit, until I decided to introduce myself.
"Um... hello." I greeted awkwardly.
"Hello..." He greeted back.
This is so awkward...
The already tense atmosphere made the conversation difficult to start.
"My name's Valkyrie Jones, and I am a friend of Natsuki's." I continued.
He stayed silent for a bit, scratching his chin in thought.
It was his turn to talk, struggling to say the proper words.
"Natsuki was talking about you... I am uh... sorry for your great-uncle."
I gave him a small smile.
"It's fine. Thank you, mister-"
Her dad interrupted me.
"Err, just call me Yamato."
I readjusted my self.
"Thank you, Yamato."
He gave me a smile back.
"No problem, Jones."
I put my hand up.
"Please, call me Val. Saying Jones just makes me feel old."
He nodded.
"My bad, Val."
He motioned me to the ottoman, which was next to his recliner.
"Take a seat, Val."
"Of course, thanks Yamato."
I sat down on the ottoman, waiting for the next words he was going say.
Yamato was fiddling his thumbs, figuring what to start off with.
"So... my daughter said that I needed to let you in my mind..."
I looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"And so, I'll do that. Ask me a personal question."
I bit the bottom of my lip and looked away.
What should I say...?
I didn't get the chance to say anything, yet.
"Actually, let me start. Did Natsuki tell you anything about her mother?" He simply asked.
I shook my head.
"No, not really. All I know is that she is deceased." I muttered, hoping that it wouldn't sadden him too much.
"Oh..."
He gave a melancholy sign and nodded slowly.
"It's no secret that my wife passed away... but talking about this..."
He paused.
"Hmm. You know what?"
Yamato looked to me.
"I'll be straight with you, I am not the sort of person to talk about this casually..." He admitted.
I raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean, casually?"
He waved his hand to articulate his speech.
"Well, I mean I would rather talk about this by a bit action. You know?"
I leaned in.
"Action? What do you have on mind?"
He gave a small chuckle.
"I have been in the police force as a sniper for many years. So being the heat of action is where I feel right at 'home'."
I was still confused at what he was getting at.
I decided to take a wild guess.
A guess that might jeopardize my chances to talking with him properly.
Here goes.
"I'm guessing that you want to talk about this... while in a shooting range?"
Yamato gave a small grin, impressed with my guess.
"You read my mind, kiddo. I'm impressed. You're smarter than you look."
I shrugged and smiled back at him.
"I get that... sometimes."
He chuckled again.
"I'm joking! You have this strange flair to ya, kid. I already knew that you were like this when I got my eyes trained on you. Haha! Natsuki has great taste on guys!"
I wasn't sure how to take that as a compliment, an insult, or a mixture of both.
Yamato stood up suddenly.
"Come on. I have a shooting range in the basement."
I nodded.
"Alright."
He then walked towards the table and placed the picture of a seemingly older Natsuki.
The woman was beautiful, looked identical to Natsuki in terms of hair, eyes, and facial expressions.
She even has a fang...
Yamato picked up the keys next to the table and motioned me to follow.
I scanned the photo for a bit before following him.
He led me to a room that was locked with a simple keyhole.
Yamato opened it and turned on the lights.
The lights lit up the stairs, along with the soft whirring of the generators running.
He then walked down the stairs, while I simply followed him.
It was short flight, as we simply walked down some twelve steps.
The basement had two doors.
The one to the left led to the actual basement of the house, while the one to the right led to the shooting range.
Yamato opened the right door and revealed the shooting range.
The room seemed fairly new and well maintained.
White paint was coated on the walls and floors, giving it a cold and yet clean effect.
There was three booths, each having a small table in front for placing items on it.
Next to the endpoint booth, were crates, presumably containing weapons and ammo.
He gave a breath of satisfaction.
"You might be wondering how I even got all this, huh?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Yeah... this range is huge..."
He chuckled.
"Well, did you know that this city was plagued by a notorious Yakuza boss?"
I shook my head.
"No, I actually didn't. Is he apprehended?"
He looked at me with amusement.
I knew what that meant.
"Oh... you took the shot and-"
He cut me off.
"Yep, I took the shot killed him, got paid for it. I am the unsung hero, you know."
I smiled at him.
If he's unsung, does that mean he didn't take praise or was never offered it?
My smile dissipated.
"Were you offered praise, Yamato?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"Why didn't you accept the praise, then?" I furthered asked.
He gave the same melancholy sigh as before.
"I would have taken the praise... but my wife..."
He blinked slowly and gulped, choosing his words carefully.
"I didn't take any, because my head was too burdened at the time." He answered.
I nodded, not wanting to push him further.
"So... how long have you been a police sniper?" I asked, steering away from the topic.
He brightened up slightly.
"I been in the police's Special Assault Team for a while, before being promoted to sniper."
He walked up to a crate and knelt in front of it, opening it with his keys.
Yamato turned to me, moving his head to the side.
"My family comes down from a line of accomplished and legendary snipers. I am not sure how we are like that, but I guess it's in our genetics." He explained.
I felt my mind rush to yesterday.
I remembered Natsuki aiming down on my finger, trying to pinpoint the exact location of her missing manga issue.
Does Natsuki have the same traits as him?
Yamato was still flipping through his keys, trying to find the right one to open the crate.
"Hey, uh... Yamato."
He stopped for a brief second.
"What is it?" He asked.
I cleared my voice for a second.
"Does Natsuki have perfect vision?"
I saw him smile.
"Yep. Some of my family blood is in her. My little girl has perfect 20/20 vision, and has a keen eye for details."
Well...
Except for that one time.
He gave a satisfied grunt when he found the right key.
"Ahah! Got it."
He jabbed in the key in and finally managed to unlock the crate.
The crate opened slightly, and Yamato opened the cover.
Out of the crate was a green bolt action sniper rifle.
The rifle seemed as if it has gone through wear and tear, but it was still in moderate condition.
He held the rifle in two hands and cradled it for me to see.
"This gun... it stuck with me, after since the S.A.T first issued it to me."
Yamato then offered me to inspect the gun.
I took the gun from his reluctantly and further examined every nook and cranny of the gun.
He continued.
"It's a Finnish, Sako TRG-42 sniper rifle, designed to shoot .300 Winchester Magnum rounds. Which gives me, most of the time, a one-shot one kill."
The bipod of the gun was collapsed and scope was missing.
There was intials at the stock of the weapon that read: "S+Y"
I didn't know what that meant.
I, then handed the gun back to him and looked towards him.
Yamato had a genuine smile on face, as if he enjoyed talking about his expertise in weaponry.
It kind of resembles...
Yuri!
Oh no!
I forgot to check my phone for texts!
...
But that can wait!
This is more important.
He placed the gun down on the floor and dove into the crate again.
He then fished out a loaded clip and a scope for the gun.
"That Yakuza boss... was the last target I shot down with this gun. After which, I got a huge paycheck for a job well done."
His smile started lessen.
"I would enjoyed the paycheck... if it was done earlier."
I saw Yamato loading the gun up and attaching the scope.
"I know the boys back at HQ couldn't have tracked him down, Hell, that guy was good at hiding."
He walked up to a booth and pressed a button.
I simply stood right behind him.
Yamato readied his gun up, taking a shoot stance.
"But... there is sometimes..."
He took a deep breath.
*BANG*
The loud sniper shot rang from all corridors of the shooting range.
He then let it out.
Yamato pulled the bolt back and forth.
"I could've done something."
...
I was unsure of what to say.
I need to call him out.
I cleared my throat.
"Yamato, I don't understand the context you're giving me..." I said.
I saw him put his gun down and turn to me.
He then sighed and leaned against the booth.
"Natsuki's mother suffered from a rare, genetic, heart disease." He simply stated.
I felt my eyes widen slightly at the revelation.
He looked away from me.
"Not only that, Natsuki also had it too."
I was completely taken off-guard from the revelation of the news.
"S-She did?" I asked.
Yamato nodded solemnly.
"Is Natsuki, okay?!" I asked hurriedly.
He put a hand up to calm me down.
"Relax, Val. My daughter is fine. There is no traces of the disease in her body anymore."
I calmed down and let out a breath of relief.
"Oh... err... sorry for my outburst, Yamato."
He smiled at me.
"It's fine. I didn't know that you cared for my daughter that much."
I looked to him with a bit of unease.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He chuckled.
"You know... my daughter likes you. A lot from the looks of it."
I smiled with a bit of guilt.
"I know..."
Now it was Yamato's time to be surprised.
"What? You know?"
I nodded.
"We like each other." I added.
Yamato was silent for a bit.
But then, he smiled.
He reached out to me and patted me on the back.
"Haha! Atta boy!"
My uneasy smile went genuine, as he was happy.
I took the chance to ask him what exactly happened.
"Yeah... I care about your daughter. A lot actually. To the point where I wanted to help her."
He was still jubilant from my confession.
"What does she need help from?"
I looked up to him.
"She wanted me to help you."
Slowly, Yamato's happy expression sunk to a small frown.
"I... I see."
He then sighed and looked away.
"I told my daughter that I'll let you in my mind."
Yamato looked up to me with brave eyes.
"Then so be it."
He walked up to the booth and trained his eyes on the target again.
"What do you have for me?" He asked.
This is it.
Time to fix this.
I cleared my throat.
"Tell me the whole story of the heart disease that runs in the family, Yamato." I carefully asked.
He took a deep breath.
"Alright."
*BANG*
I didn't flinch from the bullet this time.
"Natsuki's mother has a rare heart disease that starts up when they are in their early 20's or 30's. For my daughter, it was dormant so it could've been diagnosed and cured easily."
He pulled the bolt.
"Unfortunately, for my wife... the doctors found no traces of it. They thought that she was actually born without it, despite it running in her family. But that wasn't that case at all, Val. Her disease was a unique strain, something not even today's technology could've detected. Or at least that's what the doctors said. And I trust the doctors, as they saved my little girl's life." Yamato explained.
He then pushes the bolt in and aims at the target.
It was the cue for me to ask another question.
"Why did you think you could've gotten your pay earlier? What difference could it made?"
I saw Yamato tense up from that question.
I walked up to him and patted his back.
He was breathing heavily, trying to keep his tears in check.
"Thanks, Val... it means a lot for someone to listen."
Why couldn't he talk to his daughter about all this?
"No problem, Yamato."
He takes in a deep breath and steadies himself.
He let out deep breath, pulling the trigger.
*BANG*
This time, I saw the fire come out muzzle of gun.
I was intrigued.
I mentally shook my head.
"If... If I gotten the pay earlier, then the doctors could've saved my wife's life. They said that they didn't have the proper equipment to handle such a dire surgery, so they needed to pay for the costs."
Yamato pulls back the bolt.
"I didn't have the money to save her, yet. Fortunately, I was able to save Natsuki's life, since the cost of treating her diagnostic stage was cheaper. But, Sakura knew that she was going to die, and all she said that was..."
His wife's name is Sakura...
So "S+Y" must mean Sakura and Yamato...
They must have met a long time ago.
He pushes the bolt back in and fires the gun.
*BANG*
It was a perfect head shot.
Right in the middle.
Yamato was breathing heavily.
The tears started leak from his eyes.
"She was... happy that Natsuki will be able to live. I remember saying, 'As long as my little daughter lives, I will be happy.', she said."
I nodded slowly, truly understanding what man was going through.
I took the chance to finally speak.
"So you're saying that, if you killed the crime boss earlier, then you could've saved her?"
He closed his eyes and nodded.
"The day where I killed that son of a bitch, was the best day for the city, while the worst day of my life. Sakura was still alive when I was on that mission. I was so determined on getting that kill. I would have begged, go on my knees for whoever the hero was, just to save my wife. But, luck was double-sided today. When I fired that bullet, when I saw that motherfucker's brain blow up... I felt relieved, as everything was right in the world."
Yamato had a remorseful smile.
"I thought luck was on my side... When the boys breached the door to check if he survived, I disobeyed orders and ran to the police station to get my reward. The Commissioner was confused as to what was going on, since he never got the mission report, but I guess he saw the desperation in my eyes. I think... he saw something, that meant it was now or never. He knew I was telling the truth, and he gave me the check."
The tears started fall again.
"I thought everything was perfect. I visioned a happy life with me, my beautiful wife and daughter. But luck... wasn't on my side. I remember kicking the door open to Sakura's room and yelling, 'I did it! I did it! I have the money! I did it!' at the top of my lungs. I was smiling, knowing that my future was secure. But..."
He started sob the grip on the gun loosened, as it dropped to the floor.
I put my hand on his back and rubbed it.
"Then, I saw her. She was on the brink of death. Her heartbeat slowly going shallow. I ran to her side, and told her everything was going to be all right. But no... that wasn't the case. I held her hand, I remember her grip weakening, her eyes on going light... I felt my eyes burn! I begged her to not leave me, just to fight a while little longer. But she giggled at me. It was as if all hope was lost... and it was all gone."
"I told her to hold on... just a little while longer. To hold on... just a little while longer. Everything will be alright. Fight on a little while longer. But she wouldn't have any of it. Sakura gave me small smile, with her little fang poking out. She just said, 'I love you and my daughter... please take care of her.' And then..."
He started to cough.
"Urgh... she started to sing. 'Hold on just a little while longer'... and I sang with her."
Yamato started to sing.
"Hold on just a little while longer..."
"Everything will be alright..."
"Fight on just a little while longer..."
"Everything will be alright..."
"Sing on just a little while longer..."
"Everything will be alright..."
"I hoped that would keep for a bit longer... but she then closed her eyes. She just smiled brightly, like she was finally at peace. I felt her grip loosen completely. The heartbeat monitor just went blank. Nothing. I felt my heart tear a hole in itself... my wife just died."
He looked up to me with a red face.
"My wife died in front of me! I-I didn't know what to do! I felt like everything I had to do was all gone! Just replaced with garbled text and lunacy! I felt cold, tired, confused! I remember breaking down in front of her, the doctors pushing me out of the way just to revive her."
He clenched his fists.
"I remember berating myself, saying that I should gave the paycheck to the doctors, and maybe they could saved her. But..."
Yamato sighed.
"It wouldn't have made a difference, the doctors were going to tell me that she was already at the final stages of the disease. But my daughter was going to recover."
He looked up to the ceiling.
"My daughter was resting, her respirator on her face, recovering from the surgery she underwent. I held her in my arms and prayed that Sakura would still be alright."
The tears stopped and gently pushed my hand away.
He leaned against the booth and sat down.
"But, when the doctors came out of the room... they just said that they couldn't do it. The disease completely shut down her heart. And at that point, I felt like I supposed to react. I was supposed cry, mourn my light's death. But no tears came out ever since then..."
Yamato looked to me.
"Everyday since her death, I couldn't let go. I kept a picture of her with me, all the time. In my free time, I would just look at her portrait and just think of the times we could have spent if she was still alive."
He let out a deep sigh.
"So, yeah. That's why. That's why I believed getting that paycheck earlier could've saved her, Val."
I sat down with him.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
He gave me a weak smile.
"I am not sure why... but I feel great." He admitted.
It worked.
Just listening.
"I have one more question for you, Yamato."
He still smiled at me.
"Shoot."
I gave a smile back.
"Why didn't you tell any of this to Natsuki?"
Yamato seemed to lock up from this.
He couldn't find the right words to say.
He then sighed.
"Because, she reminds me a lot about her. Natsuki has the same hair as her mother's, her eyes, her size, everything. And she always told the truth, and saying what people were afraid to say. My little daughter... was a reincarnation of my lost wife. And I was proud to be her father..."
Yamato held a hopeful smile at me.
But that smile fell to a frown.
"And because of that I couldn't muster up the damn courage to talk to her. I see my little girl as her. And I wasn't ready to confront her, just yet."
"Can you do it now?" I asked.
He nodded.
"I can. But there's another reason why I still can't do it."
I looked at him with a small puzzled face.
"I don't think I was a good father... I ask myself what would Sakura say if she was alive? How would she react to how I raised her?"
He looked down onto the floor.
I need to tell him otherwise.
"Yamato, I am pretty sure that your wife will be proud of what you have raised. I know of it."
He looked up to me.
"How do you know?" He simply asked.
I straightened myself up.
"I know, because I see her as a noble woman. A girl that says what is right and what needs to be done. She does hate, but along with that hate is love. Love for others. She cares about you a lot, Yamato. She cares to the point where wanted to help you. Besides that, sure there is times where she wants affection, but it because she's missing a motherly figure. Or in this case, someone else who can compliment and care for her, besides you. And that isn't your fault. There's nothing you could do because of that."
Yamato looked at with understanding.
"I see..."
"Look, my point is, I am sure, that your wife would be proud of what your work and what your daughter grew up to be."
...
"You're right... Sakura would be proud of what my daughter is right now! And proud of what I accomplished. I did whatever I could to keep her safe, nourished, and cared for."
He beamed at me.
"Thank you... Val. Thanks for listening."
I beamed right back.
"Not a problem, Yamato."
I steadily rose up and reached my hand out.
He took it.
"Now... you want to stay for dinner? I'm cooking up some lasagna tonight!" He asked.
I politely declined.
"I'm sorry, I would stay if I was free, but I have to go some place else, after this." I explained.
His smile didn't waver.
"Ah, it's fine."
Yamato walked over to his gun and picked it up.
"You know... me and you? We should hang out. I... I don't have a lot of friends ever since I left the S.A.T's."
"Sure. But I think it would be better suited that you hang out with my dad as well. He's a older and wiser version of me." I suggested.
He gave a shrug.
"I give it a shot, you mind giving me you and your dad's number?" He asked.
"Of course."
I then gave him both me and my dad's number.
"I'll introduce you to my dad, Yamato, but I am pretty sure he'll warm up to you. I know that my dad's pretty friendly."
He nodded.
"Alright, no problem. Now, you wanna shoot some guns or uh..."
I checked my phone to see a multitude of texts from Yuri.
Not only that, she called more than three times.
I gritted my teeth from the unsettled feeling I was experiencing.
"I would actually want to shoot some guns, but I gotta meet up with someone right now."
His smile still didn't waver.
"Ah. That's fine, pal. I'll take the chance to talk to my daughter... and tell her everything."
He then motioned me the stairs.
"Alright, come on. Let's get going."
I went up the stairs and opened the door.
Yamato held the door and closed it, locking it.
We walked into the living room and saw Natsuki sitting down.
She looked anxious.
And it was disorientating to see her without a uniform.
Or with a bikini...
Natsuki was wearing a pink t-shirt with a light pink skirt to go along with it.
As soon as we met eyes, Natsuki smiled.
"Papa! Val! You're back!"
We smiled back at her.
"Yep."
"We didn't go so far, Nat."
She eye rolled us and hugged her father.
"How are you feeling Papa?" Natsuki asked endearingly.
He chuckled and pulled her away.
"Never better. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my back, my shoulders, my chest, my everywhere! I feel great, thanks to Val."
Natsuki walked up to me.
"Thank you, so much Val."
She gives a tame kiss on the cheek.
In response, I affectionately pinch her cheek.
"You're welcome, Nat."
Yamato looked at me.
"Hey Val, when do you need to go?"
Natsuki pouted at the news of my departure.
"Awww! You're aren't staying?"
I shook my head reluctantly.
"Sorry, Nat. I am needed someplace else."
She gave a small frown.
"Okay..."
I then looked at Yamato.
"I'm going to leave now, actually."
I walked towards the door, with the two following me.
I opened the door and looked at the two.
"Valkyrie Jones, I am glad to have met you and talked to you." Yamato declared.
I gave him a toothy smile.
"Likewise, Yamato."
I looked toward Natsuki.
She looked to have a difficult time.
Natsuki wasn't one for goodbyes.
She hugged me tightly.
"Thank you. Thank you so much, Val." She whispered.
"Your welcome." I whispered back.
...
Natsuki refused to let go.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I love you, too." I whispered back.
And with that, she finally loosened her arms around me.
"Huh." Yamato amused. "I thought at this point that you guys would just kiss."
Natsuki and I flushed a deep red.
"Papa!"
He chuckled.
"Sorry! I really needed to say that!" He apologized.
And with that, I gave two-finger salute as I left.
"Bye, you two! Have a good evening!" I said, now walking down the stairs of their house.
They waved back at me.
"Bye!"
A man in a black jumpsuit was walking up to me with a moderately sized package.
He had a friendly smile.
"Hi!" He greeted. "Are you..."
He looked at the paper inquisitively.
"Valkyrie... Jones?"
I nodded.
"Here you are!" He said, as he handed the box to me.
I eyed him strangely, and suddenly remembering the package.
I ordered it for that special someone.
"Oh. Thank you." I said.
And he left with a smile.
I turned behind me, to see both Natsuki and Yamato looking at me.
"Nat! Remember what I bought for you?"
Natsuki looked confused towards me.
And then, she suddenly brightened with a cheery smile.
Natsuki scuttled towards me and swiped the box away from my hands.
"It's here!" She yelled excitedly, jumping up and down in sheer joy.
Natsuki's dad was still confused.
"What's here?" He asked.
Right...
Natsuki's dad doesn't know about the maid dress I bought for her.
"The dress!" She squealed.
"Is this what you bought, Natsuki? That was fast." He remarked.
I only watched the scene continue to unfold, my smile turning to a refreshed grin.
"No, it isn't!" Natsuki replied. "Val bought me a maid dress!"
Yamato was dumbfounded.
"He... did? Wow..." He muttered, as he witnessed his daughter tear into the box.
She opened and took out the dress.
"It's... it's beautiful up close..." Natsuki muttered, as she stared into the uniform, her eyes glistening with astonishment.
I took a look at Yamato.
I thought he would react negatively to the dress, since it reminded him of Sakura.
But that wasn't the case.
Instead, he had a bittersweet smile.
A smile that represented hope and happiness.
And that, was the final test to show that he was on the path to recovery.
I gave a breath of relief, knowing that it was a complete success.
"Val, I am so going to send photos of me wearing this to you!" She cheered with a beaming smile.
I shrugged.
"Sure, why not." I dismissed, still feeling relieved from helping Yamato.
I was focused on him, that I didn't notice Natsuki running up to me.
I was too late in noticing her advancing steps and she tackled me with a body slam.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
I felt her nuzzling my cheek with hers.
Her body was curved against mine.
I felt somewhat aroused, since her body was against mine.
And not to mention, that her dad was watching me.
I heard give him a small chortle at the scene.
Natsuki pulled away from me, her eyes filled with mischievous mirth.
I have a bad feeling about this.
She puckered her lips and dove in.
My lips met hers.
Her arms snaked around my head and brought me closer.
My arms, however were still unresponsive from both the surprise and fear.
Fear, because what would happen if I intensified the kiss in front of her dad.
I felt my lips being viciously attacked by her tongue, begging to deepen the kiss.
At first I denied, still feeling a sense of shame from doing this in front of him.
But then, I didn't care.
His father wasn't doing anything.
So I obliged.
I opened my mouth and allowed her malicious tongue to attack mine.
Due to the position I was in, I was able to fight back.
So, most of our wrestle was contained in my mouth.
Our tongues continued swivel against each other.
Our mixed saliva warmed our tongues and led to keep fighting.
My inactivity was bringing me towards the edge.
I wanted to grab her head and push her closer to me.
Constricting the fight allowed for us to intensify the fight.
But luckily, Natsuki ran out of breath, causing us to separate.
We were done fighting.
She steadily pulled away from me and sat on top of me.
Her chest heaving upwards, in an effort to control her breathing.
The pleasure we felt was almost identical to the one we had in the stalls.
Albeit, to a lesser degree.
But it didn't matter.
We finally regained our foothold in breathing.
Natsuki devilishly smirked at me, her small fang now poking out.
She rubbed the side of the mouth of any saliva from our kissing.
We began to separate, moving away from each other and getting up on our feet.
In fear, I took a glimpse at her dad.
To my surprise, he was occupied with his phone, trying to look busy.
But he had this smile on his face.
That meant, he saw everything out of the corner of his eyes.
And that gave the second wave of relief to me.
I was going to reprimand Natsuki, but I decided not to.
She was happy and wanted to repay me.
And so, I accepted my payment.
Natsuki walked away slowly, our eyes not separating.
She walked up to her father and pulled his arm.
"Ah. That took a while, are done talking with Val? Jeez, that was a long chat..." He asked with faux obliviousness.
Natsuki nodded, to which Yamato gave a wave before heading up to the house.
He took the package with him and left the door open.
Natsuki ran up the stairs and walked towards the door.
She suddenly stopped at the door and turned towards me.
Her face was filled with malice.
Oh no.
Natsuki lifted her skirt up, revealing her plump butt.
She ran her hand around it, showcasing it's every feature.
And with that, she stopped the flash.
I'm hard...
God damn it, Nat!
Now I have to walk around with a boner!
Natsuki went inside the door and gave me a seductive wink.
"Byeeee, Val~!" She sang.
I waved at her, unable to formulate any words.
And with that marked the end of my interactions with Natsuki for today.
Well for the time being.
I continued to walk down the sidewalk, somewhat shrouding my crotch.
I pulled my phone up and checked Yuri's messages.
There was 11 unread text messages, and 2 phone calls.
Wow, I was really into listening Yamato's story, to a point where I didn't feel my phone vibrate.
That's weird.
I decided to call her in person.
I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.
She's the only one who hasn't apologized for her behavior back at the closet.
*BEEP*
What she said... was indeed creepy.
*BEEP*
Eat, sleep, read... together? Forever?
*BEEP*
Should I remind her or-
And at last, the beeping ceased.
Someone picked up.
I guess it can wait for now.
"Hello?" I greeted.
At the receiving end, I only heard heavy, ragged breathing.
I was worried.
What the Hell?
"Yuri...? Is that you? Is there something wrong?" I asked.
...
"Come here. Now." She demanded with a raspy voice.
I scrunched my face up in suspicion of the voice and demands of the girl.
"I will come... if you tell what's going on." I countered.
Yuri took multiple deep breathes to calm herself.
Or to regain her breathing.
"Aaah." She let out, sounding relieved.
I waited for her to continue.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Valkyrie! I didn't mean to say it like that! I was... preoccupied!" She apologized.
I had a obvious hunch that there was something up.
Yuri...
Was preoccupied?
With what?
She was breathing heavily and sounded very off...
Something is definitely not right here.
I need to be very careful now.
I gulped.
"Um... it's okay, Yuri. So why did you call me and text me multiple times?" I asked, in a calm manner.
There was a short pause.
"Did you forget about my invitation?" She asked back.
Oh...
"Don't forget to call me!"
"I won't! Bye, Yuri!"
I pondered the next words I was going to say.
I don't know if I want to come over...
I feel great, knowing I got closure from Yamato's recovery.
And how I proved my love for Natsuki...
It will only feel wrong if I do decide to go.
And I kind of don't want to...
"I... I didn't forget, Yuri. It's just that I was really busy." I excused.
Given Yuri's obsessive nature, she wasn't going to let that slide.
"What were you busy with?"
I heard her voice change radically.
This is the point where I should say no.
And, I know for a fact that Yuri is not going to let up if I dismiss it.
What am I going to say?
I might as well tell the truth...
But I don't want to speak about anyone's private and personal life...
Especially if that private life is something touchy.
So, I need to lie.
...
Doesn't she know that I was on a date with Natsuki?
No...
I think Yuri forgot...
Saying that would just worsen her state.
She knows she can't help it.
I'm trying to help her cope with it and control it.
I need to lie.
Again, and again, and again.
"I was busy... looking over my brother." I lied.
...
"Oh. I see." Was all Yuri let out.
"Are you still going to come? We need to talk, Valkyrie."
I sighed.
"Yeah, I will. Don't worry."
"Okay... do you know where I live?"
I was currently in the city, now heading my way to the movie theater.
"Yeah, I know where you live... jeez that sounds a bit creepy don't you think?" I said.
Yuri gave a small giggle.
"Indeed it does. I meant to say that."
I felt myself smile slightly, happy that Yuri was still revealing bits of her former personality.
Playful, smart, competitive...
And a little brusque, but in a understanding way.
"Hah. That pretty conniving don't you think?" I pointed out.
"I knooow~" She sang.
Yuri's sweet melodic voice made my heart jump.
"I... think I may need to be taught some manners... don't you think?" Yuri sultrily suggested.
Her voice was drawled and husky, representing need and lust.
I felt the grip on my phone loosen.
Is Yuri...
Dirty talking?!
"Uh... what?" I asked, without thinking, trying to get the conversation moving.
"I am a very... naughty girl, Valkyrie. I think you may need to teach me some manners on being a regal lady."
I felt my jaw drop.
Never did I think that Yuri would be capable of such...
Speech.
But then again...
Given her actions from today?
I think this is justifiable...
"I... okay." I pathetically replied.
Yuri sighed.
"Valkyrie... hurry. I feel as if my inner bad girl might do something bad again~!"
I put the phone down in front of me.
"I will! Don't worry!" I said hurriedly, hanging up the phone.
My breathing was erratic as I put my phone away.
Given Natsuki's flash and Yuri's dirty talk, I had a extremely difficult time in controlling myself.
Each thought wondered to how it might have been, if no one was in the way.
I berated myself from thinking such thoughts.
I need a distraction...
What will happen?
I pulled out my phone, despite the better thought saying not to do so.
I swiped away all the notifications regarding Yuri.
The notification that caught my eye was Discord.
Might as well see what is going on in there...
I opened the app and checked the chat.
Gabe and James were just greeting each other before suggesting games to play.
I swiped to the left to open up the member list.
There was me, Tom, Gabe, James and that T-Bot.
Tom was called "Vercetti" as his username and profile picture in the server.
Gabe was called "letsgetti" as his username.
His profile picture was some guy "yeeting".
And finally James was called "Neutron" as his username and used the very strange Jimmy Neutron animation, as his profile picture.
That animation gave me some strange dreams and nightmares, regarding abstract colors and shapes.
"The pizza is aggressive."
I shivered from the thought of it.
The bot was still there, unused and unspoken of by everyone.
I still don't know what that bot does...
I typed into the chat.
"EY"
"letsgetti is typing..."
"WHASSUP"
"WYA"
I typed in.
"Outside"
"Neutron is typing..."
"how you holding up val?"
"..."
"I'm doing okay for now"
I took a look at the game they were playing.
Overwatch?
Huh, they didn't mentioned anything like that in school.
But it's still one of the games we played before moving here.
We should play TF2, though.
"Vercetti is typing..."
"When are you going to be on, Val?"
"..."
"I really don't know, I am kind of busy right now"
"letsgetti is typing..."
"busy? more like being forced to be with those girls i swear man i wanna show them a piece of my mind"
"..."
"G, don't worry. I am getting it all handled soon, don't worry."
"Neutron is typing..."
"Just be careful, okay? Those girls are very uppity when they are around you, and I don't know why. People usually don't act like that, Val."
I took Jame's advice into consideration.
There is something wrong them...
Girls don't behave like that...
Or fall in love that quickly...
Right?
"..."
"I know, thanks"
"Neutron is typing..."
"np."
I closed the app and placed my phone in my pocket, after that.
I looked around and took the scenery in.
It reminded me of home.
And of a certain memory I had with Gabe and James...
Back at the S̸͖̞̤̜͙̭̈́͑̊̎ͨ̃͊̆E͑͗ͪ̉҉̴̫̪̹͠ͅͅṈ̵̖̣̹͔̲͖͒ͬ̓ͦ͞Ĩ̧̳̮̼̬̓͋ͥ͗́O͈͔̮͍͂ͨͪͬR̴̢͎͉̱̱̘͍ͮ͆ͧ͂ͯ̏͂ trip we had.
I let my mind rush back to it's memories.
Warning! Memory found is heavily corrupted and has been edited by an outside source!
Multiple memory nodes have been corrupted!
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Running memory transcript...
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It was a cloudy day in the city.
Dark gray clouds coveted the sky.
It looked as if was going to rain, but that didn't stop my optimistic attitude.
Or our somewhat optimistic mood overall.
My friends were with me on this one.
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It was all bullshit.
Everyone knew that the school was going to shit.
Teachers were being laid off.
Less books.
No funding.
And they are seemingly trickling it down to our trips!
Our trips, that we paid with our hard-earned money!
They thought they could take our money, just to fuel their selfish needs.
So...
We vandalized the school, and protested.
Broken windows, blocked any entrances, and stopped any progress.
And we got our way.
As we forced the school to it's knees, we had a good time.
Every faculty member knew what would have happened, if they messed with us...
When we got in the trip, everything went according to plan.
Except for the fact that someone got run-over.
I remember seeing a bunch of students, whipping out their phones and photographing the spectacle.
They didn't care about who died.
They just wanted to increase their popularity.
Cease their vain needs.
I felt something in me change that day.
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Just Monika.
My reminiscing came to a sudden halt, as I found myself in her neighborhood.
Yuri's neighborhood.
I couldn't help but grit my teeth from the searing pain I was feeling.
It felt as if someone was drilling my head in, and dissecting it.
Piece by piece.
I once again allowed myself to take in the view of the neighborhood.
And I didn't remark that the fact that my head stopped pounding, as soon as I thought of something else.
It reminded me of yesterday.
She wanted me with her, yesterday.
Guess I am going to be with her today.
I looked around for the mansion Yuri lived in.
The buildings all looked too familiar to distinguish it from others.
What does Yuri's house have that others don't?
I remember her house being a bit bigger and more colorful than the others...
There was just one building that fit my description, but I still wasn't sure.
Oh what the Hell...
I'll just text Yuri.
I pulled out my phone and brought up Yuri's chat bubble.
I noticed that I never texted her back.
I left her on read.
Jesus...
I started typing.
"Yuri, I am in the neighborhood... which building number is yours?"
"Yuri is typing..."
"You are right outside my house."
Her text sent chills down my spine.
How did she know?
I looked up to see a grinning Yuri staring behind a window.
Oh.
I saw her dash out of the window, leaving my field of view.
I have a pretty good feeling I am going to regret this.
I opened the gate to her house and I was greeted with color.
My eyes somewhat stung from the overload of color.
I continued to walk towards the door.
I am so screwed.
Fuck!
Why didn't I stop myself from coming here?
Why didn't I text Yuri that I couldn't make it?
Argh... that'll be lying...
But, it will also mean being...
Safe?
...
Fuck it.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
And right away, the door swung open.
Yuri preemptively greeted me.
"Hi, Valkyrie!" She cheerily greeted.
I opened my mouth to greet her back, only to be crushed by a hug.
Yuri lunged towards me, pushing against her whole body against me.
I needed to grip her.
Otherwise, I would continue to stagger back.
I managed to hold her sides.
My hands felt her bare skin.
She gave a soft moan from the contact.
Wait...
Is Yuri wearing anything.
I struggled to see if anything she was indeed wearing anything.
The only thing I saw was, her long purple hair hovering over her back.
She rested her head against my neck and continued her bear hug.
I felt her breasts press against my chest.
I can feel her boobs~!
Her arms pushed me towards her, intensifying the embrace.
The embrace we shared caused me to release a shaky, yet pleased sigh.
Yuri then pulled away from me.
She looked up to me with a small smile.
I cleared my throat.
"Uh... hey Yuri." I greeted.
Yuri closed her eyes and giggled.
"Aren't you going to come in?" She asked.
Her smile looked mocking.
I shot her a quick glare.
"Yeah, I am."
I walked in, taking off my shoes in the process.
I turned to see Yuri, hoping to satisfy my curiosity.
She was wearing a long, white apron completely covered her front side.
But not her back side.
I was confused as to why Yuri was wearing such a thing.
"Yuri... why are you wearing that?"
I saw her get flustered.
"Ah! Well... since we agreed that we would be making up here... I decided to make some tea for the occasion."
That still didn't satisfy my curiosity.
"By wearing an apron?" I pressed.
Yuri's face flushed.
"Yes... tea making can be... messy sometimes. Especially the one I am going to make." She explained with great difficulty.
Hmm...
I can't tell if she is lying or not.
I think she is just being nervous.
I shrugged.
"Okay. I guess you can say that." I dismissed.
Yuri gave a relieved breath of air.
I still analyzed her.
Yuri was standing tall, still masking her back from me.
I noticed a disproportion between her chest and abdomen.
Right...
Yuri has massive ba-donkers.
Forgot about that.
"So!" I started, clasping my hands together and walking up to her.
"What do we do?"
Yuri grabbed my hand.
"Let me show you my room first, Valkyrie."
She then went to my side and hugged my arm.
I felt my arms being enveloped by her breasts.
I could've sworn that she rubbed herself against me.
As I continued to walk in, the house revealed itself to me.
It was indeed, a ultra modern residence.
The stairs and hallways were a cold, but a pleasing color of white.
The hallway splintered into multiple white doors.
Yuri led me to her room and opened the door.
I gave a impressed gasp at the interior of her room.
"Wow." I muttered.
Yuri's room was a vastly different, compared to the theme of her house.
Her room was covered by purple wallpaper, adorned with small gold crowns going down vertically.
Each vertical line was separated by a gilded line.
Her queen-sized bed, fit the theme of her room.
Purple.
There were bookcases, filled to the brim with wide books used for study and leisure.
Next to her bed was small window, that revealed the outside.
It was covered by purple drapes.
I felt Yuri wanting to move, so I went along with her.
She motioned me to sit on her bed.
"Valkyrie, I'll be back with the tea-set and refreshments, okay?"
I sat down on her bed.
"Okay... just a few questions, before you go."
Yuri stood next to the door.
"Yes?" She asked patiently.
I let out a breath.
"So, is this your idea for making up, Yuri?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"No, this is my idea of trapping you here and forcing you to marry me." Yuri droned.
I felt my heartbeat jump from her statement.
Her facial expression showed that she was uninterested by my question.
I chuckled nervously.
"That was a stupid question, huh?"
She nodded with a smirk.
"It was."
I saw Yuri flick a light switch.
I eyed her, confused as to why she would turn on the lights.
But no lights came on.
Instead, a faint smell of jasmine permeated the air of her room.
"Anything else?" Yuri asked with a sly smile.
I was still thinking as to why she was smiling and making the room smell like jasmine.
But I mentally shrugged it.
Whatever, maybe it's to set the mood right?
I continued to my questions.
"What are we going to do really? Read?"
Yuri sly smile grew to a excited one.
"Yes! I've wanting to read with you for a while now!" She enthusiastically stated.
I nodded in remark.
The jasmine aroma intensified.
I couldn't help but feel...
Muddled.
I need to ask her what this is...
I put up a finger in thought.
"One more question..."
Yuri crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame, waiting for me to ask the question.
"What's with the jasmine, Yuri? It's making me all... blank." I said.
I saw Yuri's mouth part a bit from the question.
"Well... it's to set the mood. Jasmine oil helps remedy stress, anxiety, depression, and insomnia." She slowly explained.
I felt that something was off about her explanation.
I would've questioned it, but the feeling of calm and serene prevented me from doing so.
I lied down on her bed, feeling at peace.
"Okay... that's all, Yuri. And thanks for making tea." I muttered, while letting my back attune to the soft cushion of her bed.
Yuri gave a small giggle.
"Your welcome, Valkyrie... I'll be right back..."
And with that, Yuri left the room.
Leaving me alone.
Completely at her mercy.
AN: So, it's been getting to the point where I feel as if I losing interest on writing this fic. But, not where I am going to abandon it right now. I am still going to write chapters but maybe with less interest. That is why I am going fast-forward on this, as it should be.
Motivation is dropping, so that's why I gotta end this fic quick, otherwise I'll just drop it. And many of you guys wouldn't want that and neither would I.
This is my first fic that I actually enjoyed writing. And because of that, I intend to finish it.
But don't worry, the transitions will be satisfying as possible.
Next chapter will be involving Yuri and Monika. And the chapter after that will be the start of the beach chapter. (Finally, right?)
Now onto reviews.
Remiboi, I appreciate that you still leave your reviews on my fic, especially since you started writing. Thanks.
Now, Val did forget to exit out of his tab, since you know, Natsuki kind of traumitized him, lol.
And yeah, you can put emojis in the story, but I did it via phone. You can try to give it depth in texts.
T-bot is going to be extremely important later on, as it will activate during the Monika date.
Oh yeah, there's a still a bit of Frank left him, after being in the simulation for so long. I just needed remind everyone that this is still a simulation, not real.
Hina will appear again in later chapter, I am done with her just yet, hehe.
I would say that the Mandela effect is on, since I thought it was Fairy Oddparents, like how the Monopoly guy has a monocle and etc. It happens to the best of us.
Also, your welcome for the shoutout, I appreciate that you helped me motivate my earlier chapters.
Thanks for your review.
Guardian, it's nice to see that you are still here.
Frank got the succ indeed, and it just made things for the worse. Trust me, now they saw it, they want it...
Well, to be fair, Natsuki was actually to pay but you know.
I am glad that you enjoyed the little chat that Frank and Monika had, I tried to make it flirty and funny at the same time. And little bit of ballsy too, considering how Frank just pushed his question down her throat... Not literally, sorry.
The "koala" part was actually somewhat inspired by Luke carrying around Yoda in his back, nice reference though!
Midsummer madness, huh? I think I have many things planned out in my life, ha. But like I stated before, I am trying to end this fic in a good and not too dragged out way.
Thanks for the amazing review, fam. I appreciate it.
Bonomedia, sorry you got the wrong number. But, a little hint in the future? She's a goner. xd
Ryustorm, Yeah, I understand the one review per chapter, don't worry! Also, I don't think that it is weird for you to want that. I actually thought of commissioning something like that, but eh. I don't think anyone will. I heard of that word multiple times, does it mean, cute? Adorable?
The beach chapter will not have any rain, don't worry.
I appreciate the review, dude.
Anyway, that's all for now, the next chapter's release date will be included in the review response.
Have a good afternoon.