"Thanks for the ride, Rize. I had a lot of fun at the cabin." Sheva stepped out of Rize's car and closed the door as she spoke.
"You take care, dear." Rize bade her goodbye and waited until she opened the front door of her house before driving back home.
Waiting for her in the front hall were her parents, staring at her intensely with their arms crossed.
"You're back, get yourself cleaned up for dinner." Her mother spoke sharply before turning to walk away, but Sheva spoke up.
"I already ate dinner."
"Oh? And who was for dinner this evening?" Her mother spun back around on her heel to mock the Darkwood's.
"I bought a slice of pizza before Mrs. Darkwood drove me home." Sheva couldn't help but glare at her mother's comment. "What do you have against them?! They've done nothing to deserve such harsh treatment..."
"They're monsters, Sheva. They eat people like rabid dogs." Her father frowned as he spoke, but Sheva scowled lividly.
"No they don't."
"Yes, Sheva, they do." Her mother repeated, but Sheva quickly took them both by surprise with her next comment.
"Then how am I still alive after being with them for over ten days?" Sheva challenged, and once she had their surprised expressions, she pressed her advantage. "They're the most close-knit family I've ever seen, and they're open, and honest, and just so you know, there's a rule that all nine of them have; Never hurt people that don't deserve it. Mr. Darkwood told me how he was turned into a bioweapon, and I almost started to cry when he explained what they did to him before it happened. They cornered him in an elevator and shot him with a tranquilizer dart. Mrs. Darkwood was dragged into the lab by six soldiers, kicking and screaming until she was forced to breathe in nerve gas. So tell me again how they're monsters when they were once normal people? Even Valentine was born a human! He was turned into a bioweapon as a baby!"
"So he's not actually their son..." Her father suddenly found his voice, and Sheva got really mad, starting to raise her voice at her parents now.
"I know more than you're willing to even listen to! They deserve to be respected, just like any other person! If you can't understand that, then why do you keep bringing them up at every chance you get?!"
"That's none of your business, young lady!" Her mother snapped, but Sheva learned her lesson after the vacation up north.
"BULLSHIT!" Sheva shouted louder, uttering her first ever curse in front of her parents. "It is my business, so answer the fucking question!"
"DON'T YOU DARE TAKE THAT SORT OF FOUL LANGUAGE IN THIS HOUSEHOLD!" Her mother let out an angry snarl, raising her hand to slap Sheva, but for the first time, Sheva didn't cower in fear...
No. She blocked the strike with her metal arm.
She fought back.
"So who struck first?" Yuuki tisked in annoyance as she dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton ball on Sheva's cut face, helped by Rachael, who was treated another one under her eye with a cotton swab. Across from her, Valentine was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, visibly radiating an angry, rippling magnetic aura.
"My mom... But I blocked it with my metal arm and we started punching each other." Sheva spoke quietly, her lip swollen. "They kicked me out of the house and locked the door, so I came here."
"So, Sheva... Be honest with us; Before today, did you feel safe at home?" Rachael, always the more thoughtful twin, asked in a gentle voice as he leaned closer to check the large bruise on Sheva's cheek.
"No." Sheva minutely shook her head, noticing Valentine's mouth twitch into a scowl. He'd been silent ever since she arrived at the front door, still carrying her bag from the trip up to Canada and covered in cuts and bruises. "They've hated you guys ever since I introduced them to Val... And they've been taking that anger out on me the whole time."
"You want us to call the police? I won't lie when I say they trust our judgement." Rachael asked, and in that little moment, Valentine and Sheva locked gazes, for for a split second, which spurred Sheva to make her decision.
"No... They deserve what's coming for them." Sheva's determined tone and nod finally broke Valentine's angry veil, turning it into a sinister smile.
"Well, in that case... I have some new toys I want to test out..." Valentine's aura vanished in an instant, and he stood upright and walked out of the bathroom - which was where they were helping Sheva get cleaned up - and breezed past his parents, both of whom shared a very worried glance at the unusually dark smile that was brightly lighting up his face.
"For once... I don't want to know what he's planning." Tobias shook his head, not even he dared to go down that particular path.
Sheva's face was a total mask as she watched the paramedics bring her parents out of her house on a pair of stretchers, both still very much alive, but the absolute essence of traumatized, shaking and mumbling incoherently, held firm by the gurney's straps. Sitting sideways - rather cockily - on the railing of the front porch with his back against the support pillar was Valentine, only wearing his armoured corset, an openly carried shoulder holster with his Colt, and his usual white cargo pants, sturdy footwear, belt of pouches and ridiculous number of bracelets and rings.
"I think it's best that you don't tell me what you did." Sheva spoke up as she joined her Yandere boyfriend on the porch. "Dalton was one thing... This was for me."
"Family rule; Don't hurt someone unless they deserve it." Valentine smiled very slightly, well aware of how pleased Sheva was with his handiwork, just from her tone. "Personal rule; Don't kill someone when a lifetime of trauma-induced insanity is the much more worthwhile and satisfying option."
"Welcome home, Sheva." Tobias personally held the door open for the two of them when they'd returned. "You did the right thing by coming to us. I speak from experience when I say the foster system sucks ass."
Sheva couldn't help but laugh, she felt so free now. She didn't have her parents breathing down her neck, she had Valentine at her side, living with the Darkwood's was probably a dream-come-true. And, on top of that... She was oddly aroused by the lengths that Valentine undertook to break her out of her metaphorical birdcage.
"We'll handle the paperwork and sorting out your parent's house for you. I know that look in your eyes, Sheva. Try not to break my son, okay?" Rize winked knowingly as they stood aside to let her - unashamed in her newfound boldness - practically drag Valentine downstairs with a triumphant gleam in her eyes.
Since it was plainly obvious what her intentions were, Sheva didn't feel the need to lock the basement door, nor Valentine's actual bedroom door as she shoved him onto his... no, their bed and pounced on top of him, locking themselves together at the mouth in a passionate inferno of kissing and lip biting. She didn't care about the stings of pain, they felt like utter bliss right now.
With practiced ease, they removed, stripped, unzipped and unbuckled each other's outfits in a flurry of movements, until Sheva felt Valentine's proudly standing erection between their bodies, pressing against her stomach as she tossed her glasses onto her pile of clothes.
"Just this once... I'm not going to listen to your mother." Sheva gripped the base of his shaft with fiery, yet intimately soft eye contact from only a few inches apart. "You are my Yandere, and I am going to break you."
Valentine didn't have to say a word, his cocky smirk and glinting gaze said it all as she guided his length inside of herself with a sigh of utter tranquility.
It didn't take long for them to get a strong pace, Sheva languidly rolling her hips while pulling Valentine into her arms, lovingly kissing his neck, collarbone, lips and cheek. Even nibbling his earlobe and lower lip, cooing and sighing with each and every deepening thrust of his hard member inside of her. This feeling of freedom was empowering her to even further heights than their nightly sex during the trip to Canada. She felt the buzz of adrenaline coursing through her veins, the electrifying pulses and waves of pleasure rippling from her core, the scent and sound of their bodies together. She loved it all, spurring herself to go beyond her human limits, in control of this raw, primal strength as she suddenly pushed Valentine down onto his back with a coy smirk tugging at her lips.
Words were unnecessary right now. She was in control, smoothly lifting herself up his vertical length, stopping just before a full withdrawal, then, paused for just a moment to sensually place her organic hand on Valentine's tensed stomach, her fingers splayed out like a spider, while her metal arm languidly rose up and she rested her cheek against the cool surface of the metal bicep, letting her forearm fall to behind her head, where she then grasped the back of her hot, flushed neck and slammed herself straight down his entire length with a pent up moan of lust.
Keeping her arms in the enticing pose, she continued to mount him, her perky breasts bouncing and shaking with each descent, her likewise shapely ass cheeks rhythmically clapping skin-on-skin with each move, her voice rising in pitch and volume in a sexual symphony of moans, coo's and sigh's.
Her euphoria, so powerful in it's brilliance, eventually caught up with her body, and the ever rising ocean of pleasure was beginning to threaten spilling over, barely being held back by her lust-hazed vestiges of mental willpower. She wasn't going to stop yet. She WILL break him, she won't give up, not yet... Not yet... Not...
Sheva's symphony reached it's cresendo, the sound of her voice suddenly gave out as the flood of her lust finally broke her mind, her body spilling forth it's long awaited release, causing her eyes to roll backwards into her head and tightening her grip on not only the back of her neck, but also her inner muscles suddenly clamped down on Valentine's shaft, forcing his long awaited seed to fill her to the very core.
It took her several long, drawn out moments to come down from her orgasmic high, while her weakening body was slowly guided from her formerly upright position to laying on her side, facing Valentine, who gently stroked some of her hair out of her face.
"I can't tell whether you look better with... or without your glasses." He smiled, well aware that she was utterly spent, so he settle for simple teasing, which earned him a slight smile as her eyes closed.
"And I'm not sure if you're cuter as a boy or as a girl..."
"Touche." Valentine didn't have a snappy comeback for that one, so he too allowed himself to just fall asleep, right in her arms.