A/N: Note that this is being portrayed as though it's real life rather than a game.
A/N: I do not own the characters of DDLC, they belong to Team Salvato! Commission is by Popidoru!
A/N: Later chapters will have dark themes such as murder, attempted suicide and suicidal thoughts!
A/N: This chapter contains assaults, mentions of emotional, physical and mental abuse!
Sweet and Dark Heart: Chapter 6
John kicked off his shoes and settled into his pajamas, curling up with a slice of life manga on his bed with the blanket over him. As he read his manga, he thought of how much fun he had today in the Literature Club.
'Today went way better than I thought, presenting my poem went well and even Natsuki liked it! I'm glad too, I thought she would've hated it…it felt nice that she liked it enough to bring it home…' John thought as he became engrossed in his manga.
At Natsuki's house, the pink-haired woman just finished putting up John's poem hanging on the wall, encased in an elegant pink and white picture frame in front of her bed. Natsuki runs her hand over the frame, kissing the plastic protecting it.
"All mine…he'll be mine and just mine alone…" Natsuki said.
Natsuki's father comes home, demanding his daughter to come downstairs. Natsuki, entranced by John's poem that's proudly displayed in her room, doesn't hear him. Her father comes upstairs and barges into her room, his expression being one of rage.
"Didn't you hear me, you giant freak? Are you deaf just like your mother was before she left? Come downstairs for dinner, right now!" Natsuki's father said.
"I'm busy, dad." Natsuki said, saying the word dad with contempt.
"Yeah right, busy doing nothing! What is that you're fawning over? Some piece of junk?" Natsuki's father said as he went over to the framed poem, eyeing it with disgust.
Natsuki's face contorted into rage as she looked down at her dad, snarling at him.
"No, you idiot. It's a beautiful poem written by a real man and not someone masquerading as one like you." Natsuki said.
"You listen to me, you freak! I am your father, and you do what I say, when I say it! How dare you talk back to me!" Natsuki's dad said.
"You never were a father, ever! You're always touting about how much better you are than everyone else, while you neglected to feed me! Then you'd scream and hit me for taking money from your wallet when I was younger; but you'd never feed me! You should be glad I'm this big!" Natsuki said, taking a step closer to her father.
"I neglected to feed you?! More like I was teaching you what it's like to not have food sometimes! I hit you then for stealing money from me then, and I'd do it now. Why would I be glad that you're bigger than everyone by so much? People always tell me what a freak you are, and they're right, it's just another thing wrong with you…and another thing, get all this junk out of your room!" Natsuki's dad said.
Natsuki's dad knocked down a few recipe books that Natsuki was reading up on, along with ripping an anime poster off of her wall. This got Natsuki livid…but what set her off was when her hateful father took the framed poem that she had of John's and threw it onto the ground, chipping the frame. When Natsuki's dad goes to shred the poem, Natsuki stopped him with a powerful and resounding slap that echoed in her room. The force of the slap by the much bigger and stronger woman made her father's head reel to the side. Natsuki had never hit her father before, not even when he hit her as a child and the father looks up at Natsuki in pure fear.
"Y-you…hit me…" Natsuki's father said, his voice trembling as Natsuki snarled.
"Yeah I did, you pitiful excuse of a human being. You always hit me as a child, claiming it was discipline; and you did it even when I did nothing wrong! Slapping you like how I just did? It was great…very, very great. Ripping my poster down, throwing aside my beloved recipe books…that was pathetic of you. But trying to shred that poem from that beautiful specimen of a man named John Sarashina, a fellow Literature Club member was disgusting of you. You're a pitiful, pathetic worm. Now get out of my room before I beat you." Natsuki said, looking down at her father in disdain.
"Y-y-you…you wouldn't dare…" Natsuki's father whimpered.
Natsuki chuckled darkly and punched her father square in the face. The force of the 6'11" and 260 pound woman was brutal to the frail man who is 5'10" and only 150 pounds. Natsuki's father was sent tumbling to the ground, his nose broken instantly from the impact. Natsuki leans down to her father, who is sniveling and crying.
"I just did. I'll break your face if you don't move. Get out, now." Natsuki said as her father scrambled to his feet and left Natsuki's room.
Natsuki picked up the chipped frame and placed it back where she embedded the screw into the wall and did her best to restore the poster and also put her recipe books back. Afterwards, Natsuki laid down on the bed, looking at the poem behind the plastic frame, blowing a kiss to it.
"Don't worry John…your beautiful poem is safe with me…you might be a bit of a dummy, John, but how you've captured my heart…" Natsuki said as she locked her bedroom door and lulled off to sleep, thinking of John and how to win his heart.