Finally, the end of arc 1 and what I like to call the Yanda arc. I always hated Yanda's character because he was boring. My sister invented him because she wanted him to serve a purpose as a villain and I was like "He has no character! Don't do this, you'll regret it." And she did regret it because the deal was she got to invent Yanda but all of her chapters would deal with him instead of mine. But then she left and I got stuck with him so I'm so happy to finally have his arc, and the need to write him ending.
Good-bye Yanda, I always disliked how you were so much of a tool.
Like a tiger waiting in a bush, Yanda watched Fuyuki at dinner, waiting to strike.
His plan required the least amount of staff in the room to stop him, or catch him. Ideally Sai would be there, she was super easy to convince that he was up to something in the name of friendship. The keyword to describe her was easily gullible.
"So...What are you planning to do?" Nubibi asked in a hushed voice. He knew the glint in Yanda's eyes that he was planning something, but he couldn't quite tell what it was. After all Yanda wasn't talking to him as much and letting him in one his plans after Yue's death.
Maybe he thought Nubibi was just too new, and had served his purpose. He was useless to him now. All Yanda needed was himself.
Nubibi probably doesn't want to kill anyone. Yanda decided. So he can not be let in on this plan. Nubibi's danger level wasn't anywhere near his and he risked Nubibi crying and telling a staff member if he knew.
"I'm going to lure Fuyuki into the bathroom and frighten him a bit." Yanda lied.
"Why the bathroom?" Nubibi was confused.
"It's not monitored by staff. It's the only place where we have any privacy." The bathrooms were large, separated by sex. There were stalls that were private but in front of the stalls were sinks and mirrors. Urinals were in the men's restrooms and Yanda had no idea what was in the girl's. It was a mysterious world to him that he could only assume grew flowers or something and was perfumed and had lounges.
The bathroom would be the perfect place to beat Fuyuki up- to the point of death. And as long as he got Fuyuki alone, Fuyuki wouldn't be able to defend himself. After all he was weak and scrawny.
"Do me a favor and guard the door to make sure nobody interrupts." Yanda order Nubibi. "Especially not him." He pointed over at Giroro. "I'm tougher than him for sure, but he is a hassle." He bragged.
"So nobody gets to use the restrooms. Got it." Nubibi smiled, unaware of the full extent of the revenge Yanda was planning.
Yanda waited for the right moment to strike- when all of the staff was eating their own food and distracted by one another, this usually happened at exactly 6:23, no later.
When the clock rolled around to that time, Yanda got up like a lightning bolt. He noticed to his satisfaction that most of Fuyuki's members of group A were distracted with each other too. Koyuki was nodding off and trying not to lean on anyone, but falling on Dororo's shoulder nonetheless. Dororo was smiling satisfied and almost shyly to himself, but pushing her slightly away so that he wouldn't get in trouble. He wound his hand tightly around hers under the table.
The two of them were properly distracted with each other. Good. I didn't want to get in a gang fight. He didn't know about Dororo's fighting skill, but Koyuki he was smart enough to know he should stay away from.
Giroro was currently being teased by Keroro about some sort of crush or something. He was pulling up his collar and hiding under it so nobody could see how red his face was. This only proved to show that he was more pathetic.
Both of them seemed very distracted.
Tamama and Angol Mois were fighting over a slice of cake on Angol Mois's tray. Tamama seemed to want all the sweets his mouth could carry and Angol Mois just wanted to eat her cake in piece.
They didn't seem to be paying attention to anything but each other.
Momoka- the rich heiress was a little bit weird. She wasn't talking but she was eating her food rather quietly. Yanda didn't know if she was distracted, but she kept glancing at Fuyuki and looking a bit shy.
He'd take his chances.
"Yo, Fuyuki." Yanda spoke up.
Fuyuki tensed up when he saw that Yanda was coming. He didn't particularly like him.
"There's no need to be tense. I was just wondering if I could formerly apologize for how much of a jerk I've been." Yanda lied.
Fuyuki's shoulders eased and relaxed. He smiled. "...Sure?" He had never been apologized to before when someone was picking on him. Back in school when he was little, before he had been living with aliens everybody had picked on him for being a nerd, a weak little nerd. Although Natsumi had tried to beat them up for him she couldn't defend him at every chance.
So it was odd and a welcoming experience to have someone apologize to him.
"I kind of wanted to talk to you alone, Fuyuki." Yanda muttered. He leaned forward and his lips hovered above Fuyuki's ear. "It's about that alien on the fourth floor." He made something up of course. He knew Fuyuki loved aliens and the occult, and that they were part of his delusions and he knew Fuyuki was also curious about the fourth floor so that would hook him in.
Fuyuki sighed. So the sergeant major did something. Yanda probably wanted Fuyuki to sort something out because this was his house.
Well he couldn't deal with the sergeant major. Only Aki could really set down ground rules about their house because she was his mother and she owned the place.
"Sure thing." Fuyuki got up, getting barely a glance from his group. Momoka looked up for a moment watching him go.
"D-don't." She tried to advise him. But it was too late. He had fallen into Yanda's trap.
"I'll be fine. I'll be back in a few minutes." Fuyuki promised her.
Yanda led him to the bathroom and closed the door behind them.
"Why did you need to talk here?" Fuyuki asked.
"Because this place isn't monitored." Yanda told him, "The staff doesn't like us talking about aliens, remember?"
Fuyuki nodded in understanding, unaware of what Yanda was preparing to do. Yanda opened a stall and pulled himself upward on a water pipe until he was able to pull the iron thing down. He played with it a moment in his hands as if experimenting with how he should hold it.
"Okay then. What did the sergeant major do?" Fuyuki asked, "I can't be much help against him. He doesn't listen to me." Fuyuki laughed.
Yanda smiled. "Your alien friend isn't going to do nearly as much as I'm going to do to you." Yanda smiled.
Before Fuyuki could realize what was happening, Yanda slammed the iron pipe down onto Fuyuki's head. Fuyuki threw his arms up to defend himself as the pipe sliced into him, his arms being crushed from the impact.
"AUGHH! W-what the heck? Why?" Fuyuki asked.
"It's the only way to defeat the aliens. Just stand still." Yanda lied. He knew Fuyuki was deluded so he could use Fuyuki's delusions to let him do anything he wanted to him.
Unfortunately for him Fuyuki wasn't that far gone in unreality. He realized what was happening. Yanda had brought him far away to beat him up. His arms fell limply to his sides, bleeding profusely and bruised.
"Y-you...You want to hurt me." Fuyuki gulped. "You're the alien here. You're a villain." He realized.
"I don't just want to hurt you. I'm going to kill you, Fuyuki. Every bad thing that's happened to me here is your fault. It has to be. It's not my fault after all." Yanda whispered. He was too far gone.
Fuyuki whimpered and did the only thing in his head- he ran. The water from the pipe that Yanda had broken was leaking out onto the floor, making it slippery. And Fuyuki was already slow at running, but he ran for his life, slipping on the floor and tripping.
Eventually he made it to the door. "L-let me out!" He cried pounding weakly on the door with his hurt arms.
The door was locked from the outside. Someone else was guarding it.
"Good-bye, Fuyuki." Yanda slammed the pipe down towards Fuyuki's crouching body again.
Terror flickered through Fuyuki as he tried to dodge, the pipe catching a bit of cloth from his pant leg and tearing into his flesh. He yelled out in pain, but he didn't stop moving.
This was more frightening than anything he had experienced. Yanda was more dangerous than the fourth floor, worse than Sai, and worse than the weird headaches he was getting from when his Mom was brought up.
Fuyuki tried to use his mind to get out of this situation. There weren't any windows in the restrooms that he could climb out of. He tried to crawl weakly to a stall thinking he could close one of the doors and that would buy him seconds at most.
"S-stop this. We could be f-friends..." Fuyuki said desperately.
"You don't know what friends are." Yanda said coldly. "All your friends are fake aliens. The sarge? Don't make me laugh, that patient isn't an alien. You're just so lonely that you pretended you had friends. Nobody in group A really likes you or cares for your fakeness."
Fuyuki let out a cry and whimper. An image flashed through his mind for a moment- an image of a human sergeant Keroro, taller than him, older than him.
That was the person sharing his room right now. It wasn't a small keronian. Why? Why wasn't the sarge an alien?
Fuyuki darted forward, adrenaline pushing his body. Terror was driving his body so he was a little faster than Yanda as he threw himself into a stall and locked it from the inside. He knew it wouldn't stop Yanda as Yanda hit on the door laughing wildly.
"This won't stop me." Yanda laughed.
"S-sis!" Fuyuki cried out. He was at the end of his rope. When people were picking on him, Natsumi had always saved him.
But Natsumi wasn't there. Something in the back of his brain knew she wasn't in the Hinata House. "Sarge! Giroro!" Fuyuki continued to cry.
But the sarge didn't come either. Maybe he wasn't truly his friend. Giroro didn't come, it wasn't like he was Natsumi. He was just Natsumi's brother. Giroro didn't even know he was in danger so he couldn't help him.
"M-mom..." Fuyuki cried weakly. It was the last name he called for- the last person to help him.
The door opened and Fuyuki hoped for a moment that he'd see his mother.
"Your mother is dead, Fuyuki. Dead as dead can be." Yanda laughed as Fuyuki was greeted by the sight of Yanda grinning wildly like a mad man, the pipe coated with Fuyuki's blood and ready to do the finishing blow.
It wasn't the first time Fuyuki had seen blood. Images filled his mind of his mother's body on the street, cars surrounding her and people.
"Fuyuki! Don't look!" Natsumi had begged him, trying to hold him back. But Fuyuki had managed to use what little strength he had to push past her and had seen the crumpled body of his mother on the street.
It was the most gruesome sight ever. The guts, the pieces of motorcycle lodged inside various body parts. The crushed bone...
Fuyuki didn't know why these images were filling his head, but he shivered. Would he be like that too?
There was no helping him. And he fell weakly to the bathroom floor just as he had when he had seen Aki's body- fainting and ready for Yanda to finish it.
Nobody had noticed that Fuyuki was gone, that was except Momoka. She didn't trust Yanda and Fuyuki wasn't back yet oddly enough.
She glanced over to Keroro and Giroro who were still arguing about Natsumi. "Fuyuki left with Yanda." Momoka finally said.
Giroro looked most concerned at that information. His eyes snapped up and off of Keroro. "Where did they go?"
"I don't know." Momoka told him.
"He'll be fine. What's Yanda going to do? Beat him up? That would be breaking the rules of the Hinata House and he would easily be caught. Maybe he's just telling him that aliens don't exist." Keroro munched on his food, little concern in his voice because he thought he had common sense.
"I'll go with you to check it out." Giroro volunteered.
"I'll come part way anyway." Keroro offered. "I need to use the restroom after all."
Momoka nodded and hurriedly went off to look for Fuyuki with Giroro and Keroro.
It wasn't long before they came to the closest restroom to deposit Keroro in. But Nubibi was standing at the door.
Giroro grit his teeth- realizing where Yanda was probably 'talking' to Fuyuki. "Move." He ordered.
"Yeah! I gotta pee!" Keroro danced a bit.
Nubibi shook his head. "This restroom is out of order. You'll have to find another one."
Giroro put his hand on Nubibi's shoulder as if he would punch him. Nubibi shook his head.
"Don't. Or else." Nubibi threatened.
"Or else what?" Giroro asked with little interest.
"You'll be sent to the healing room. My Mom works up there, and she's higher in the ranks than your brother." Nubibi smiled. "And I'm sure if you damaged her baby boy than you'd never ever ever have a chance of getting out of here. Heck, your brother might get in trouble too. My Mom's a protective woman."
Giroro looked weak at that threat. His main goal was to get out of there, but he was worried. "But Fuyuki..." He should care more about Fuyuki, not his own safety.
"Is just being talked to." Nubibi promised. "You'll see your precious Fuyuki soon enough."
Keroro put a hand on Giroro's shoulder. "You heard him. Yanda's not stupid, he wouldn't put himself in that much trouble. I mean Fuyuki didn't do anything to him."
"But he could be scapegoating-" Giroro pointed out. He could not hear Fuyuki's cries from the restroom. The walls were pretty thick to give patient privacy.
Momoka sighed deeply. Giroro and Keroro didn't get things done enough. She pushed forward to the front of the ranks.
"Let me in." she ordered.
Nubibi blushed deeply. "I can't!"
"Yeah!" Keroro pointed out. "It's the guy's restroom! If a girl goes in there...She'll combust!"
Momoka didn't even dignify that with a response. Instead she grabbed Nubibi by the collar. "Let me in, snot faced brat, or else I'll beat the living heck out of you." She growled.
Giroro and Keroro took a step back. They hadn't ever seen Momoka like this. Sure, they had heard the rumors of why she was there in the Hinata House, but she had always been a rather shy girl. Now she seemed less so.
"D-didn't you just hear my threat, my mother-!" Nubibi said.
"Do you think I care?" Momoka asked. "My mother is a world class fighter. My father owns half the world's economy. If it's a parent challenge of which parent could do more damage to the other- I think
I've won. And even if I didn't I care more about Fuyuki's well being than your tiny threats."
Nubibi shivered and scurried away from the door. Momoka didn't even realize it was locked when she kicked it down.
"But- But..." Keroro stuttered. "It's male's only!"
Momoka didn't care as she stepped in. She immediately saw one of the stall doors hanging open, unhinged, Yanda holding a pipe up over something.
She could guess what.
"Ah, so Fuyuki's bratty girlfriend came to join the fun." Yanda didn't even care. "I always did want a chance to beat up the Nishizawa brat herself."
Momoka could see Fuyuki's legs dangle on the floor. She couldn't see the rest of his body, but despite the fact that Yanda was holding some sort of a weapon she didn't falter or hesitate as she ran towards him, charging.
"W-what-" Yanda was caught off guard when she head butted him in the stomach. Her head was sharp and sturdy.
"Challenge accepted. So help me if you hurt Fuyuki, I will end you." Momoka hissed. She should have never let Fuyuki go off alone.
Yanda was thrown across the room from the impact. He wiped a little blood away from his face that he coughed up.
Momoka stood in front of Fuyuki's body. He looked like he had only fainted. His eyes fluttered open when he heard her familiar voice.
"M-momoka?" He asked confused. She was the only one he hadn't called for. Yet she had come to his rescue. "Momoka! Are you okay?" He tried to sit up, but hurt and was frightened to much. "You can't fight him, he's got an alien weapon." He refereed to the pipe.
Momoka huffed for a moment to blow some of her hair out of her face. "And I'm a world class martial artist. Don't care if he has a weapon, don't need it."
Giroro and Keroro ran in to the restrooms. Giroro looked startled to see Fuyuki so injured. He dropped to Fuyuki's side ready to protect him instead of fight for once. "Keroro! Go get some of the staff! Go!"
Keroro nodded and rushed off.
Yanda frowned at more people being around. His plan was doing poorly. But he still had a weapon. "RARRR!" He screamed like a wild animal and charged at Momoka.
"Momoka!" Fuyuki screamed worried for her. But Momoka didn't show fear. Instead she grabbed the pipe with one hand, her icy gaze meeting Yanda as her hand crushed the pipe in it. She then karate chopped the back of his neck with the other hand.
"Scared of Fuyuki's bratty girlfriend as you called me, yet?" Momoka teased when Yanda realized the full fact that Momoka vastly outclassed him in fighting experience, something that he had not expected from the petite rich looking girl.
Yanda fell to the ground, trying to get back up to stand. But the staff had made it into the bathroom and pushed Momoka and Yanda apart.
"You did exactly the right thing, Giroro." They complimented. "Raising Fuyuki so that the bleeding wouldn't choke his throat and lungs was the right thing."
Giroro was holding Fuyuki and trying his best to prolong his life. Medical experts surrounded Fuyuki and started poking him with wires, hooking Ivs and giving him oxygen.
Other staff, tougher grabbed Yanda by all his limps. They placed a jacket around him, a straight jacket.
"You tried to hurt Mistress Momoka, didn't you?" They asked.
"Yep. He did." Momoka happily nodded.
"Then you are no longer allowed at the Hinata House. We'll have to transfer Yanda to another facility." They decided.
He was too dangerous. He needed to be in isolation. And far away from someplace that believed that patients could get out.
Yanda screamed and shook his head. He didn't want to be in isolation. "No! No! I'm staying here."
"The Hinata House no longer has a place for you. You got your wish. You are acknowledged as dangerous. Your family will be billed Fuyuki's medical expenses." The staff told him.
And Yanda was dragged away- for forever. Fuyuki knew he would never see the dragon man again.
The villain that was haunting the Hinata House, making this place wrong had always been Yanda. And now he was finally gone.
Even though his body was in pain, Fuyuki smiled as he blacked out.
It was the end. It was the end of this terrible nightmare and adventure.
Evil had been defeated and now Fuyuki could finally be happy. His friend, Momoka, had come for him. Giroro had looked after his health and he could rely on everybody around him.
The Hinata House was just as it always had been. A safe place once again.
What did you think? What did you think of Yanda? I know my sister developed him but did I handle him in a satisfying way after I took over?
Also I've been trying to include a little more Dororo/Koyuki moments even though they're not the main characters of the story. Any suggestions of stuff you'd like to see between them?