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YUMI
ViOlEnT tEnDeNcIeS
THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, VERY GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND GORE, STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT, AND EXTREMELY SUGGESTIVE AND DISTURBING THEMES INVOLVING RAPE, DRUG AND ALCOHOL USE. IF YOU DO NOT THINK THAT YOU CAN HANDLE THIS STORY WITH A SENSE OF LEVEL-HEADED MATURITY, THEN DO NOT PROCEED ANY FURTHER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Reader’s Note: This miniseries takes place during Chapters 2 & 3 of Akai Ame: the red rain and before the events depicted in Chapters 4 & 5.
Too high
Can't come down
Losing my head
Spinning round and round
Can you feel me now?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic
I'm slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
But you know that you're toxic
Verses Taken From Britney Spears’ Toxic.
I hated school. I hated it when I was little and forced to go, and I hated it even more now that I didn’t have to. I hated the teachers, I hated the smart students that looked down their noses at me and I hated the students that gave the term ‘bad-boy/girl’ an even duller meaning than it had already earned in my book today. Why was I there? Why was I wearing that retarded seifuku again when I could be wearing something a whole lot less revealing and fucking around with some idiot boy’s mind? Easy enough question to answer, I suppose. You see, I was there on business.
What business, you ask?
Why death, of course.
That is what I live for, what I was born for.
That is my job; that is my business.
And as the old saying went…
…Business was about to pick up.
BODY COUNT 01: HOOK, LINE AND SINKER
I took another sip from my bottled water and stared across the grassy field where Ichigoya Junsei was standing there shirtless, mouthing off and laughing with some of his pathetic, male friends. I had found myself smiling slightly as I admired his hard body; it was perhaps the only reason why I even would bother to appreciate gym class if I were still in school. But damn, he was a real looker. That much I’ll have to admit. Stylishly long black hair, smooth skin untouched by acne, nice brown eyes and a lean, fit body to cap off the entire package? Yeah, I’d fuck him. Especially with the way those gym shorts showed off that perfectly-sized, bulging cock of his. But unfortunately, that wasn’t my business there at Ritsumeiken Junior Highschool. Not that I couldn’t have made it my business, mind you.
You see, not too long ago, our little darling junior highschool star went to a party over at a friend’s house. Long story short, he got drunk, pushed himself on some stupid bitch who wouldn’t say ‘yes’ and raped her. Of course, no one there saw anything and it became another story of her word versus his. They always say it’s in the details, but as usual the details here are a bit sketchy. Not that it was much of a news flash, but everything points to him being in the right of things. Big surprise, huh. The girl cries rape and the boy with the moneybags dressed as parents comes out of the whole thing smelling like a goddamn sakura. Guess it’s her fault for not killing the little prick before he stuck his dick into her. I guarantee you that if it had been me in that position; we wouldn’t be having this talk right now.
Anyway, I looked down at my dark blue seifuku and groaned in disgust as I fingered the stark white ribbon tied around and held under that stupid, oversized collar. And I also wouldn’t have been wearing that goddamn sailor’s uniform either. You know, I think I just came up with another reason why I killed that little shit.
Leaning forward slightly, I uncross my bare legs and don’t bother to close them in any way as I speak out to him.
“Hinomora-san,” I say sweetly, even innocently as my pleated, denim mini-skirt continues on its little journey to expose my thighs even further than they already were. Not that I minded. “Hinomora-san, are you okay? Do you want to stop? You look like your gonna be sick. Is my story that…unsettling?”
I barely catch myself as a chuckle tries to escape my lips. The look on his face was priceless! Poor bastard, so caught between wanting to listen to me talk about my life as a hired killer and wanting to see what was between my legs that he could barely concentrate on anything else. Guess he didn’t have much a of a sex life at home. Maybe I’ll change that before I leave.
“Uh…no…I-I’m…um…fine…” he stammered out to me as he adjusted his position for about the seventh time since this ‘interview’ had started.
What a fucking liar. He wouldn’t be fine until he had his dick buried as far into my pussy as it could go. He was just another goddamn pervert. This reporter bullshit was a sham, a way for him to meet hot girls to fuck. Then again, who was I to disappoint him?
“Are you sure,” I ask in a too sweet voice edged with just a hint of desire as I lean back in my own soft, cushiony chair and cross my legs again. Idly, I start to bounce the back of my zori against the heel of my bare foot as I move my toes up and down in boredom. “I mean, I could always come back later if you need more time to collect yourself, Hinomora-san. There’s still plenty of shopping left for me to do.” I point a slim finger at the three clothing store bags lying by my feet and close my eyes as I smile back at him, cocking my head slightly to the right. “As you can imagine, they don’t really let us out that often and I’m in serious need of clothes with no bloodstains on them. That shit’s a real bitch to get out and I don’t need any reminders of the people I kill.”
I open up my eyes and almost laugh out again at Hinomora-san’s paling face. He really is making this too easy. The thin, nerdy looking man in front of me runs a nervous hand through that thick mop of black hair on his head and gives me a weak smile. If anyone had the word otaku written across his forehead, it would be this sorry lump of shit sitting across from me. Hell, killing him would be a goddamn act of kindness! Fucking him, on the other hand…
“Uh…no, I’m positive,” Hinomora-san responded, regaining some of his lost composure, eyes still trying to find a happy medium between staring at my face and staring between my now crossed legs. What a pitiful man he was. The only thing on his mind was what my pussy looked like. No wonder Mai hated them with every ounce of her being. “Please, let’s continue. Now, you said that you were, um…going to kill this Ichigoya boy because he raped some girl at a party a few days earlier, correct?”
I just nod as I run my hand through short, blonde hair that reached down only to my nearly bare shoulders. It feels rough and plastic. I probably need to wash it. Just something else to add to the list of things I’ve got to do once I finish up here. Who says being an assassin is all blood and glamour?
“The junior highschool that you mentioned,” that idiot reporter continued as his dark eyes slid over my bare legs and thighs again and then went down to his open notepad. “uh…let me see…this…Ritsumeiken Junior Highschool…is in the Fushimi District isn’t it.”
I gaze over at the reporter with wide, innocent-seeming eyes. He swallows hard, lowering the spiral notebook of paper down onto his lap and shifting somewhat to the right. I just smile at him broadly as I shift my own position and lean casually to my left; more than baring the bottom of my smooth, pale thigh as well as revealing my ass and panytline for him to see. The notebook in his lap rises up slightly then falls again. Oh yes, definitely a boxers kinda guy. No fucking doubt. I almost laugh out. This was gonna be more fun than I thought.
“Yeah,” I reply easily, watching his face grow more and more flushed with excitement. Obviously, he thinks that I didn’t notice his little momentary erection. I’ll have to correct that mistake sometime later.
“Okay,” he says to me, an undeniable sheen of confidence beginning to settle over him. I was definitely going to have to change that. “So why did you decide to kill him? It…well, it couldn’t have been just because he raped a girl that you apparently didn’t know. If everything you’re telling me is true, then you didn’t even go to that school. Meaning that you really didn’t know anyone there in the first place. There had to be some other reason for it.”
I just glance over at him with another wide and toothy smile.
“Why does there need to be a reason to kill someone, Hinomora-san? Why do I need to justify my fucking actions to you or anyone else?”
I watch in utter joy as the wiry, little man before me almost pisses his pants when he hears my response to his stupid question. I bet his fucking dick isn’t so hard now.
“N-No…Hyyakazi-san…y-you have…it…all w-wrong,” he stutters like an idiot retard. “I-I was…I was just trying to…to…uh…clarify, discern a reason! I-I meant no d-disrespect to y-you! None a-at all!”
Finally, I completely lose it. I can’t stop myself as I started to laugh, low at first but louder and louder with each stammered word that comes from his stupid mouth. This guy really is an idiot! It’ll be a wonder if anyone even believes his story about teenage assassin girls killing rapist in the name of all that is just and holy! Wait a minute, just and holy? Ai and me? Oh God, that’s even funnier!!
“Do…do you…do you really think that…that I would come…all…this way…just to…just to kill you…because of…one…stupid…question…?!” Between my laughter and trying to talk, I’m sure I was about as easy to understand as Ai was that time I got her drunk on sake and gave her a good finger fondling. Heh, she knows she liked it! That’s why she’s still so pissed off about it. Hm, I wonder if she’s killed that Masana prick yet. Doubt it, she’s too much of a pussy to just walk up and gut him without trying to justify her reasons for doing it. She’s so fucking pathetic.
On the other side of the room, Hinomora-san looks about ready to get up and run away. Well, I guess killing that boy in front of him to prove that I really was an assassin wasn’t such a great idea afterall. Seeing someone’s jugular split open and dangling from their necks as it sprayed blood everywhere could do that to a person, especially if it’s some chickenshit, half-ass reporter like this dumbfuck. But still, I wave a shuddering hand at him. Can’t have him leaving before I finish my ‘confession’.
“Oh relax,” I say as I finally calm down a bit. “I’m just kidding. Jeez, get a fucking sense of humor, old-timer.”
He fidgets nervously as he tries very hard not to look as unhinged as I know he is. Maybe I should just pick up where I left off. Or maybe I should just go over there, drop down to my knees and start sucking his dick. I bet that would calm his ass down quick. To bad it just ain’t gonna happen…well, not yet it isn’t.
“Look,” I begin again as I leisurely pull a piece of lint from my black, mid-riff tank-top that has the word ‘man-killer’ scrawled across the front of it in bright red kanji. “I’m not gonna fucking kill you. Got it? The people I work for don’t even know I’m here! If they found out, I’d be gutted and dead before I had a chance to even hit the fucking floor! I’m risking my fucking neck to give you the fucking story of a lifetime! Now, do you want it or not?!”
Just as I figured, the gullible jackass of a reporter bought the whole thing; hook, line and fucking sinker.
“Y-yes,” he stammers uncertainly, picking up the notepad of paper from his lap. “B-but if…if it’s so dangerous for you t-to do this, Hyyakazi-san, w-why go through w-with it? W-why endanger yourself? Nothing should be more important than your life.”
Yep, should have seen that coming from a mile away. Now he’s gonna get all fatherly with me. Time to switch gears. I lower my head as I kick off my zoris and raise my legs up onto the chair. Oh yeah, it was time for the melodrama to start. I pull my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them tightly, then I lower my chin to rest on my knees. I close my eyes and try so very hard not to laugh. In a few more minutes, this little prick of a man is gonna be eating out of my hands.
“Be…Because I’m tired of killing, Hinomora-san,” I confide as innocently as I can possibly manage…without laughing my head off at the blatant lie I just told. Me? Tired of killing? Ha! I’m more than ready to split this idiot’s gut open and dance in his bloody intestines! Tired of killing? Yeah, right. “I’m…I’m tired of living like this, if you can call it living. I just want a normal life, be a normal girl, do normal things. I just…want to…be…free of it all.” Time for the waterworks. “I…just…want…it…to…end…”
Pulling my head away from my knees, I bury it against the flat of my thighs and begin to cry lightly. Damn! Am I good or what? Right about now, I’m sure Hinomora-san is warring with whether he wants to comfort me or push me down onto the floor and fuck my brains out. Personally, I’m pulling for the latter. He is a man, afterall. And just like the rest of them, he’s weak.
“I-I didn’t…I didn’t know,” he starts to say as I raise my head to look at him, my eyes heavy with tears. “I…I didn’t realize that…that your life was…was so hard, Hyyakazi-san. I…I didn’t…understand your reasons for…for coming here. But now…now I think that I do. Do you need some time to collect yourself? Do you want me to leave you alone for a little while, Hyyakazi-san?”
I smile at him weakly through my teary eyes. Crying on command was just too fucking awesome! It made getting people to trust you a hell of a lot easier! I’m glad Mai-sensei taught me how to do it! I’m glad Mai-sensei did a lot of things…
“No,” I say in a small voice as I wipe the back of my hand across my eyes and sniff once or twice for added effect. “I…I really don’t want to be alone right now. And please Hinomora-san, call me Yumi.”
The smile that emerged on his face was warm and fatherly. It was sickening to me. Anything that made me think of… But I ignored it. Besides, that wasn’t the truth of his thoughts. Hinomora-san may have had the look of a father wanting to comfort his daughter riding his face like a cheap whore, but his eyes were telling me a completely different story.
“Yumi,” he returns soothingly. “What a lovely name for a lovely young girl. Did your mother pick it out?”
I try not to gag. Jeez, this motherfucker was really beginning to hit all of the wrong buttons! Yeah asshole, my name was picked out by my dead mom! And she was murdered before my eyes by a perverted bastard calling himself my father! Oh, by the way, thank you for bringing up such a painful memory. Next time, why don’t you give me a nice papercut and pour lemon juice on it! Fucking moron.
“Yes,” I reply, trying very hard to sound meek and in need of comforting. “She did.” Damn, I really need to change the subject! I don’t wanna think about my mom! I don’t wanna think about…him! Damn, why is my throat getting so dry? Crud. So much for not wanting to be alone. “Hinomora-san, could I – ”
“Koji.” He interrupted. That was strike two for him. One more and I swear to God I’m gonna blow his fucking dick off!
“Um…Koji…could I trouble you for a glass of water?” I ask, hiding my revulsion and swallowing my original, very venomous comment quickly. “I know I said that I didn’t want to be alone, but my throat…it’s kinda dry.”
Hino…oops, I mean Koji smiles at me broadly as he sets the notepad aside and rises from his seat. God, I hate this crap! Acting helpless just isn’t me! This shit’s more up Aia’s alley than it is mine. I should just paint the fucking walls red with his blood and get this stupid assignment over with! But Mai wouldn’t be very happy if I failed to meet my quota. And that was the last goddamn thing I needed, an unhappy Mai. Piss her off and I can kiss those ‘magic fingers’ of hers goodbye. And that was something I’m just not willing to lose.
“Sure thing,” he says sweetly as he makes his way to the door of the interview room. That was strike fucking three. Nobody talks to me like that, the condescending bastard. “When I get back, we can pick up where we left off. Okay?”
I give him a timid and girlish look. If only he knew what thoughts lie behind that bullshit gaze of mine. His ass was so mine when he got back.
“Okay.”
He reaches down to caress my face with the back of his hand. I almost break his arm on reflex. Lucky for him that Mai me taught how to control my reactions and emotions. There were more than a few boys who had tried to do what he’s doing right now. I wonder if they ever regained the full use of their arms?
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” was all he said. In his eyes, I could see the lust for my body burning intensely. Apparently, my outfit had done its job all too well. There was no doubt in my mind that once I finished telling him my sob story, he was gonna have me pressed against the wall with my panties wrapped around one ankle and one of my legs draped over his shoulder.
Heh, like I said – hook, line and sinker.
A second later, he was gone, the door closing tightly behind him. I wasted no time. Lowering my legs from the chair, I bent over and reached into one of my shopping bags. Groping around for a second or two, my hand finally came to rest on the cool and hard metal surface of Mibojin Meka – my highly modded .45. Pulling it out of the bag, I reached into another one and grabbed hold of the silencer for it. Rising from that God-awful chair of cushiony hell, I slowly made my way over to the door and leaned an ear against it as I screwed the silencer onto the barrel of my silver .45. This one, and its twin, Koji Meka – how ironic was that? – were gifts from Mai; much like how Ai’s wakazashi was a gift from the slut Iiwa-san. God, how I hated her! But I don’t have any time to piss and moan about her. I’ve got a goddamn job to do.
I moved away from the door and quickly maneuvered myself over next to Hinomora Koji’s chair. Kneeling down, I carefully slide Mibojin Meka under the seat to where it doesn’t capture and reflect any light from the above fixtures. Making a quick reach for it from different locations close to the chair, I test to see if it were in a position that was easily accessible from multiple angles. When I was satisfied, I leapt up to my bare feet and made my way back to my own seat. Smoothing out my pleated denim miniskirt, I sat back down in the same position I had been in before he left and waited for the dumbass reporter to return.
I didn’t have to wait very long.
“Here you go,” he says, handing me a small cup full of water. I take it from him and utter a weak thank you. Like an idiot, he just smiles and nods. “It was no problem, Yumi. Whenever you’re ready, we’ll begin. Okay?”
It’s fucking amazing how quickly he got used to using my given name instead of my surname.
“Okay,” I reply after taking a couple of sips of the ice cold water. It felt good as it ran down my throat and washed away a thirst that I didn’t know I had. Well, I guess it was a good thing I sent his silly ass to get me some afterall.
Reseating himself, Koji picks up his notepad and pulls the pen from its place in the spiral wire across the top of it. He waits patiently for me to begin my story. Fuck, I guess it’s now or never. Besides, it’s not like he’s gonna leave this room alive with what I’m about to tell him. As soon as I tell him what I want him to hear, I’m gonna go over there and fuck the dumb son of a bitch like he’s never been fucked before. Lowering the cup of water, I fold my legs under me sideways and give him an innocent look. I’m really gonna hate this part.
“I think it would be better if I start…if I start at the beginning. It may help you to understand me a little better. Are you ready?” Hinomora-san nods slowly. “Okay, here goes. I…I was nine years old,” Taking a deep breath, I begin my sad tale and force myself to go on. I knew what memories I was about to awaken. I knew what thoughts and feelings I was about to let loose. It wasn’t like I had a fucking choice, though. I had a goddamn job to do. And I couldn’t let anything stand in the way of that. Not even bad fucking memories that still made me cry. “And it was raining on that night in Osaka…”
DEATH IS MY BUSINESS…AND BUSINESS IS GOOD.
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER BODYCOUNT – 02: “SEX TOY”
Japanese Words and Definitions:
Seifuku – Uniform. Sometimes used to describe the traditional Japanese schoolgirl uniform.
Mibojin Meka - Literally, Widow Maker.
Koji Meka - Literally, Orphan Maker.
Zori, zoris (Plural) – Traditional Japanese sandals, often worn with a full kimono.
Sakura – Cherry tree or the cherry blossoms that fall from it. Often used in the context of the cherry blossoms.
Sake – Japanese rice wine.
Kanji – Chinese characters used in Japanese writing.
With that being said, I think I will retire on that note. I hope everyone who can stomach it will enjoy Yumi: Violent Tendencies. I put a lot of work into it, so please leave comments (yes, even negative ones will be accepted…in fact, I’m expecting them) or reviews.
Oh yeah, this story is dedicated to the ultimate Yumi fangirl…chibichocobo!! Hope you like it, Chibi-chan!!
Thank You For Your Time,
Terryll T. Preston
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