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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 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 PRECEDE 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.
I'm the trouble starter, punkin' instigator.
I'm the fear addicted and danger illustrated.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
I'm the bitch you hated, filth infatuated…yeah.
I'm the pain you tasted, well intoxicated.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm the self-inflicted, mine detonator…yeah
I'm the one infected, twisted animator.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
You're the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
I'm a firestarter, twisted firestarter,
Starter... starter... starter...
Verses
Taken From Prodigy’s “Firestarter”
“I cope,” I begin
hesitantly, returning my attention to that dumbass reporter as I drop
my feet back to the floor where my zoris are and lean forward; trying
to keep myself calm. Man, I don’t want to tell him anymore about
me! About my life! He doesn’t
need to know! So…so why do I still want to go on? What
is it about this sack of shit in front of me that makes me wanna keep
talking? Why…why can’t I stop myself? Is it…is it because I…I
don’t want to? Is that the reason? Is that why I continue? “I
cope, Hinomora-san, because what that motherfucker did to me wasn’t
even…it wasn’t even the beginning of how bad things got for me…”
BODY COUNT 03: ORPHANS & ORANGES
“Y-you mean…you mean that that wasn’t the worst of it, Yumi?” I hear Hinomora-san say lowly. My thumbs twitch with the desire to shove them into the dumb fucker’s eyes. When this shit’s over and done with, I’m gonna smear this stupid bastard’s blood all over the walls in this fucking room! God, how I hate the fucking pity-party in his goddamned voice! Fucking Mai and her fucked up little sexual quotas! Why isn’t her ass out here spreading her fucking legs for all these goddamned loser bastards that she picks out for me? Why doesn’t she spend an entire week letting men that she barely knows shove their dicks into her fucking cunt?! Hell, at this rate, by the time I’m fucking seventeen my pussy’s gonna be loose enough to drive a Kawasaki motorcycle into! Fucking bitch. Stupid tramp. Goddamned slut. ‘Course…I wouldn’t have it any other way. Fuck, I’m getting wet just thinking about her. Heh, look at me. Pimpin’ myself out like a motherfucking American whore. But it’s fucking worth it when Mai shoves those fingers into my…
“Uh…Yumi? Are…are you okay?”
Jesus fucking Christ! Did that bastard have to ruin my goddamned daydreams too?! What a prick! He’s so fucking dead when this little history lesson of mine is finished! Oh yeah, speaking of which…guess I should get back to…to telling it. Crud, more memories of things I’d rather fucking forget. For the shit I’m putting myself through, Mai better work some serious fucking magic with those fingers of hers tonight! Man, talk about wasted youth.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, making myself sound somewhat uncertain about whether or not I want to continue. Not that it was really that hard to fucking do. “I…I am. It’s just…thinking…thinking about what…what that goddamned bastard did to me…it…it…”
I almost smile as Hinomora-san gets up from his own chair and walks over to mine. Kneeling down in front of me with a goddamned smile on his face, he places a hand warmly on my fucking leg. I hear myself laughing inwardly as I gaze down at him with my irresistible doe-like eyes. What a fucking dipshit! What a goddamned hypocrite! Here he is looking up at me warmly with the loving, caring eyes of a father wanting to comfort his daughter while his motherfucking hand is stroking the top of my leg in any way but. With that and the thoughts of Mai’s fingers twisting my insides around in a way that always made me scream like a bitch in heat, I’m surprised that I didn’t squirt a load cum in my panties right then and there! But damn, they were so damp from all of this shit going on, I’d be surprised if there wasn’t a wet spot on this faux leather chair. Ah Hinomora-san, if you only knew what I planned to do to your fucking ass. But still, your being a very naughty boy right now. So I think I’ll give you a little…peek.
“It’s okay Yumi,” the moron says as he continues to stroke the top of my leg, his fingers slowly inching their way up my thigh. If the stupid fuck only knew. “It’ll be okay. I promise. Do you want to take a little break to compose yourself?”
I smile down at him sweetly, almost in a…daughterly way.
“N-no,” I reply as I casually adjust the position of my legs so that they are partly open right in the dumbfuck’s face. I can see his eyes twitch slightly. I can feel his fingers harden on my thigh. I can feel the juices from my pussy soaking my panties even further. It’s all I can fucking do not to laugh out hysterically or grab the bastard by his head and shove his face into the oh so hot spot between my legs. If this stupid shit can’t smell the sex oozing out of my cunt right now, he really is fucking clueless! “I…I want…I want you…”
Almost immediately Hinomora-san’s eyes flash up to my face. How in the hell am I keeping myself from goddamned laughing?! His reactions are just so fucking priceless.
“E-excuse me,” he stammers anxiously. God, the sound of his fucking voice is a dead give away! He so wants to fuck me! And I so want to fuck him! I so want to watch him fucking bleed like a gutted fucking pig! All in due time. “W-what did y-you…what did you just say?”
Have to be serious, can’t laugh. Have to be serious, can’t laugh. Have to be serious, can’t laugh. Have to be serious…
“I said, I want to…I want to go on, Hinomora-san. Is…is that still…okay…?”
The confused look on the asshole’s face almost made me crack. Who knew it would be this fucking hard not to laugh! Poor Hinomora-san! Bet the bastard is really fucking blue-ballin’ now! But don’t worry sweet Koji, I’ll ease all of your pains soon. Every last motherfucking one of them!
“O-oh, well…yes, of…of course t-that’s what you said,” the dumbass stutters like an idiot as he pulls his hand off of my thigh rather abruptly. Dammit, and he was really getting me worked up pretty good to! Hmm, I might have to ask him to leave after all so I can get a little quickie in. Ha! Who says masturbation is perverted?! It’ll probably keep me from killing this poor bastard! I’m so fucking horny right now that I can’t even see straight! God, I need to get fucked and fucked hard!
In front of me, Hinomora-san rises from the floor and quickly makes his way back to his seat. The swell of his cock is more than evident in the crotch of his loose, pleated slacks as he sits down again. Well, I guess that answers the question of boxers or briefs! Heh. I hear myself sighing lightly, though, as he returns his notepad back to its place on his lap, effectively cutting off my view of his delicious looking dick. Just from that small glimpse, I can tell that Hinomora-san has more than enough cock to make me happy. Well, as happy as a man can make a lesbian. For some odd reason, a man’s meaty tool just doesn’t make me howl like Mai’s fingers and that wonderful tongue of hers!
“S-so,” the silly man with a cock so hard from my mind fuck that his notepad is almost hovering over his lap stumbles uncertainly. “After…ahem…after your uh, situation with your father ended, what happened? I mean, you said things got worse for you but I don’t understand how they really could’ve. Wasn’t your…your father incarcerated for what he had done to you? For what he had done to your mother?”
And just like that, all of the fun that I’d been having with the stupid asshole ended. Reality’s a bitch when you’re snapped back to it without any kind of warning. Even though I was still hornier than a drunken American sailor on fucking shore leave, it paled in comparison to those unwanted feelings dredged up by a past that I didn’t want to really share…let alone remember. I close my legs, lift them from the floor and curl them back up under my ass. I can feel the sticky wetness from my cunt on the chair’s leathery material rub against my bare feet. But it doesn’t touch me. Not now, it doesn’t. Only one thing is on my mind, only one thing is mattering to me right this moment. And what my fuck of a father put me through can’t compare to it.
I lower my head slightly as I speak. I don’t want Hinomora-san to see the look on my face right now. I don’t want anyone to ever see this look!
“H-he was,” I say in a not so mocked voice of meekness and sorrow. Those damnable memories. How long had it been since…since I even thought about…about that place? That place of…of stolen innocence. Innocence? Yeah right. Like I had any fucking innocence left by the time I got…there. “But…but I had no other relatives to turn to. None of the fucks wanted me. I was…I was damaged goods to them. Hell, some of them even believed that I was the one who had enticed him! Can you fucking believe that? They thought that I had used the void created by my mother’s ‘disappearance’ to make him have sex with me! After the fucker had raped me, beaten me, and admitted to it all being true – excluding the fact that he’d killed my mother, ofcourse – they still looked at me as the cause of this whole fucking mess! So much for family loyalty, huh? I guess not everyone can be like the motherfucking ‘Skywalking Hishimoto’s’ of the Sakasu Tsuki Troupe, right? Now there’s a goddamned real family for you. They fucking stick together through anything. Even when something really fucked up happens. Not…not like my shitty family…”
I lift my head to see that Hinomora-san’s face had faltered mildly. Apparently, what I had just said was more than enough to clear away those perverted thoughts of him ramming his cock into my cunt that were wandering around in his goddamned mind. For now at least. Hell, even I wasn’t feeling as fucking frisky as I had been a few seconds ago. Thinking about that…that place always fucking did this to me. More than I liked it to, in fact.
“So,” the moron says after a brief moment or two of silence between us. “No one in your family would take you? I…I just can’t believe that they would abandon you like that, Yumi. Especially after all that had happened to you.”
I just grunt out a bitter laugh.
“Yeah, neither can I.”
Hinomora-san tries to give me a reassuring smile. I do my best to ignore the urge to punch him in the goddamned throat.
“Were you sent to a children’s home or an orphanage, Yumi? I mean if no one would take you in, I guess that meant that the government had to intervene.”
Way to fucking go Captain Obvious. You figured the shit out all by your motherfucking self. Get this man some fucking peanuts. So he can goddamned choke on them and die.
“Yep,” I say in a low, somewhat angry voice. “I was. They sent me to the Nagatao Home for Abused and Mistreated Children in the Chubu Region, a few miles outside of Nagoya. I guessed they figured the farther I was from Osaka, the better. But they were fucking wrong. It wasn’t better. That place was nothing like those fucking government idiots thought it was. What went on there…it was…it was bad. It was worse than anything that my father could’ve goddamned done to me. In that fucking shithole was where my life took an absolute turn for the fucking worse.”
I can see the horrified look emerging on Hinomora-san’s paling face. If I weren’t in such a pissy, fucked up mood I probably would’ve laughed my ass off. But not…not now. Not while thinking of Nagatao. Too many…too many painful memories…
“Y-you were…you were at Nagatao? Before the massacre? B-before the fire that…that killed almost everyone there?”
Heh. I was the motherfucking massacre. And trust me, they all fucking deserved it! They all fucking deserved to die for what they let happen to me! For what they let happen to…to Natome…
“Hinomora-san,” I began quietly, anger and hate edging my voice lovingly. “Who do you think started the fire?”
To say the least, she put up one hell of a fight. The fucking slut left more bite and nail marks on my body than I can ever remember having! Even now! She kicked, she punched, she did everything that she could to take me down. Too fucking bad for her that it didn’t work. While I was beating her dumbass, it was like I was in some kinda ‘zone’ or something. Everything had slowed down and all my focus was on her. Fucking weird, huh? Heh, by the time the staff members pulled me off the girl, her face was close to the consistency of raw meat. Now that I think back on it, it was kinda funny really. I mean, just think about it. Me sitting on top of that girl, relentlessly fucking shoving my fists into her face, unwilling…no, unable to stop my self. Sound fucking familiar? In fact, I think that my hands were just as covered in her fucking blood as my goddamned father’s were in…in my mom’s. As I was screaming for them to let me go, I realized what I had done…who I had…who I had almost become. I think I fucking remember looking down at my fists, seeing the girl’s blood on them and vomiting right then and there. I must’ve fucking blacked out or something because I don’t remember anything else after that.
Anyways, I came to in a small room. I think that it was a few hours later, but I’m not very sure. The only thing that I knew for a fact was that I had done something…something fucking horrible. I don’t know what other goddamned words I can use to describe it. It was like the taste left over after you threw up something really fucking vile that you’d eaten the day before. You know, something like bad eel or week old sashimi. Something really fucking foul. But instead of it being a nasty-ass aftertaste in your mouth, it was like a cold ball of shit sitting in your goddamned stomach. That’s what I was feeling as I lay there in the dark of that room they’d imprisoned me in. I must’ve been in there for…I don’t know…three days? A week? I fucking lost count somewhere in the middle of either. All during that time, no one came in to check on me. Not one fucking person. I guess it was the Home’s version of goddamned solitary confinement. Heh, isn’t that just fucking model childcare for you? You do something bad in retaliation to something that wasn’t even your fault to begin with and they throw you into a dark fucking room for a week or so. Un-fucking-believable!
So anyway, there I fucking was; sitting in this dark goddamned room smelling like week old roadkill on a hot summer day wondering if someone remembered that I was still fucking in there. Got my answer a lot quicker than I thought I would. And in he strode, like he was fucking king of the goddamned world. Who? Odaiba Jin, that’s who. The man who was responsible for the whole thing, the man that…that…that hurt…that hurt…her… You know what? Nevermind that shit! Just forget that I even mentioned any of that except for the part with Odaiba! Why are you looking at me like that, you fucking bug! I told you to fucking forget what I said, you stupid shit! It’s not that goddamned important anyways! So put your goddamned pen down before I come over there and shove it in your motherfucking eye! Don’t piss me off, Hinomora-san! Don’t make me fucking kill you! Yeah, you better fucking apologize to me.
So, as I was saying before you pissed me off, in walks Odaiba Jin, the fucking man in charge of Nagatao. I hated him from the moment I saw him. So fucking cocksure, so goddamned arrogant, completely convinced of his own superiority over everyone around him. Hell, just remembering the bastard makes my hands itch to kill something. Oh Hinomora-san, wipe that frightened look off your face. I don’t want to kill you, silly. Afterall, you’re the one writing this shit down. So, it would kinda defeat the purpose to bleed you until rigor mortis sets in, right? Don’t worry, you and me? We’re good. I’ve already forgotten about that shit a few minutes ago, anyways. But I do feel sorry for whoever I fucking run into after I leave here. Because that sorry fuck gonna be deader than fucking deader! Hey, when you hear about some body they found with a couple of bullets in the head on the news tonight, it was me who fucking did it. Remember that.
Oh…dammit, where was I? Yeah, yeah, that’s it! Thanks Hinomora-san. You have your uses after all. Don’t sound so nervous, I told you that we were good. What? You don’t believe me? Yeah, that’s right. You should trust what I fucking say! Besides, I’d never screw with you. It…it means a lot to…to me that you are listening to my story. For that…I…uh, I would like to say thank you. Ahem! So, anyways, there he was. Large and motherfucking in charge. I suppose he was there to lay down the law. But oddly enough, I think I decided not to listen. Though, for some strange reason…I do remember his first fucking words to me after he’d entered the room.
The arrogant fuck had walked right over to the side of my bed and pulled over a stool to sit his fat ass on. That prick had the goddamn nerve to put his hands on me! To put his hands on ME! What the fuck do you mean, ‘why am I so angry’?! You don’t know what that sick fuck did to me, Hinomora-san!!! You don’t know what he put me through!!! The hell he put the both of us through!!! Natome… I hated that bastard with every fiber of my being!!! I hated him more than my shit of a father!!! What!? What the fuck do you want!? Huh!? ‘What was it he said to me’?! You interrupted me for that?! What did he say to me?! You want to know what he said?! Huh?! I FUCKINNG SAID, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE SAID?! Get that pitiful fucking look off your goddamned face, shit for brains!!! I said that I wasn’t gonna kill you!!! Don’t turn me into a fucking liar, you stupid son of a bitch!!! Now, do you wanna know or not?! Well…?! Fine, ‘bout fucking time you answered me. What he told me was this.
“Now,” he had said in a sweet and fatherly voice while stroking my head like he was my goddamned daddy. “Little Yumi-chan, we don’t beat up other girls, no matter what they did to us. I know that you had a rough…life if you are here now. But, I promise you that it’ll get even better from now on. Just trust me.”
Trust him, he said! TRUST HIM!? HA! What a lying shit!!! That fat-faced, cock-sucking son of a bitch had been sitting there, face to face with me and lying with every word that fell from his filthy mouth! But you know what the fucked up thing about it was, Hinomora-san? I…I believed him!!! How stupid of me was that?! I believed everything he was telling me! I…I…trusted him… B-Because…he treated me…treated me like a father was supposed to. Dammit! I fucking hate remembering him! He was so k-kind to me, so good to m-me…in the beginning. But…but once I found out his dirty little secret…things changed…
Fucking Christ, why does
remembering him and Nagatao always have to make me…heh…make me
cry? Ha-ha-ha! I thought bad memories were supposed to make me wail
like a virgin getting plugged in the cunt for the very first time.
Hee-ha-ha-ha! So…why am I laughing…? What’s so…heh-heh…funny
about…about what he did to me…? A-about…about what he did
to…to Natome… Oh God, Hinomora-san…what’s wrong with me?! I
shouldn’t be laughing…should I…?
Ha-ha-ha…but…hee-hee-hee-hee…he…he hurt us both…? Oh God,
what’s…what’s wrong with me?! I-I’m crying a-and…and
laughing at the same fucking time!!!
Heh-heh…Hinomora-san…please…ha-ha-ha…oh God…please help me…
I slowly slide down to the floor from the chair. The tears that were in my motherfucking eyes clouded everything in front of me. I could still feel my mouth wide and loud with laughter. Why the fuck couldn’t I stop laughing?! There was nothing funny about the shit I had gone through at Nagatao! So…so why? Why couldn’t I stop? Was it just…was it just that I didn’t want to stop? But…why? It didn’t make any kind of fucking sense! Yet somewhere in the back of my broken mind, somewhere deep and dark, I didn’t really give a fuck. I mean, why should I? It was in the fucking past! It was already done and over with! Natome was…was gone, and nothing I did now was gonna fucking change that shit! NOTHING!!! Not one motherfucking thing!!!
I could hear my laughter beginning to subside. Damn, was my laugh really that fucking grating?! The tears were still streaming down my face. Real fucking tears this time. Not that fake shit I’d pulled earlier with Hinomora-san. The memories of Nagatao had done exactly what I knew they would. The memories of the pain. The memories of the abuse, the lies, the…the… The memories of…Natome… Why couldn’t I get over it? Why couldn’t I get over her?! Why the fuck did they continue to haunt me?! Why the fuck did she continue to haunt me?! Why the hell couldn’t I just forget about it all?!
“Yu…Yumi-chan,” I hear Hinomora-san’s weak ass voice question lowly. Yumi-chan. Yumi-chan?! YUMI-CHAN?! Before I even knew what the fuck was happening, something inside my mind snapped. Memories of that little bitch at Nagatao slid into my head, all happy and fucking sweet! Just like another little bitch that I knew! I don’t even remember whether I fucking crawled, got up and ran or just motherfucking leapt across the floor to get to Hinomora-san. Whichever it was, it surprised his ass just as much as it did me.
“DON’T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT,” I scream at him as I wrap my hard hands around his soft fucking throat and push him back into the chair he was sitting in. All I could see was red, all I could feel flooding into my goddamned heart was murder! My fingers were aching to squeeze that stupid fucking prick’s neck until his shitty little head popped off like a motherfucking pimple! I wanted to kill, I wanted to cry, I wanted Natome back, I wanted Aia by my side, I wanted Iiwa to die, I wanted Mai to adopt me; I wanted a dozen different things that I knew that I could never fucking have! But most of all, I think I wanted to kill this shit-sucking, son of a bitch in front of me! Mai’s fucked up little quota be damned!
“P-ple-please…Hy-Hyakkazi-s-san…d-don’t…don’t k-kill…me… I-I’m…s-sor-sorry… Pl-please…d-don’t…”
I could hear him gasping like the little cowardly bitch he was. But Hinomora-san’s words, his shitty pleas for his life, didn’t even fucking touch or reach my ears well enough to make me stop squeezing his neck like a tube of goddamned toothpaste. I couldn’t help it! I didn’t care! I lusted for a kill, had been ever since I strolled into that interview room with him! He had pushed me time and time again, and every fucking time I let him off the hook…but not this time! The dumbfuck’s luck had just run out! I was gonna choke him until his eyes motherfucking popped out of his skull! And then…I was gonna choke his ass some more!
“Killing for the sake of killing,” I uttered madly under my breath as I continued to squeeze his fucking neck. I was surprised how calm my voice seemed. My mind whirled in ecstasy I felt him gasp for air. How in the hell could I be so goddamned calm? “Killing for pleasure. Killing to right the wrong done against you. Killing in self-defense. There's no difference. There are no morals attached to pulling a trigger...only an impulse, a sick and twisted desire to see someone bleed. To see someone...die. Murder isn't justice. Murder is power. The power of fear. The power to make whatever you want...yours."
Without giving it much of a second thought, I straddled Hinomora-san and stared coldly into his dulling eyes. It was such a lovely expression, the life fading from his beautiful brown eyes. I could feel myself getting turned on. Slowly, I lean in closer to his face; so close that my lips are almost touching his. For some odd reason, I could still feel the tears falling from my eyes. I still don’t know why I can’t stop crying. But then again, it really doesn’t matter anymore. Does it?
“So you stupid fucker,” I say as I smile wickedly, despite the tears running down my cheeks and threat of laughter roiling in my throat. “Are you scared yet?”
DEATH IS MY BUSINESS…AND BUSINESS IS GOOD.
ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER BODYCOUNT – 04: “DEAD ORPHANS &
BLOODIED ORANGES”
Japanese Words and Definitions:
(None in this chapter)
Again With An Author’s Note: And again, it sure took us a long time to get here, didn’t it? For that, I am truly sorry. It’s hard to get into the proper mood to write this story, being that anger, insanity and pent up rage seem to be a prerequisite for writing it. All of which I just experienced in one session of playing WWE Smackdown! vs. Raw 2006! Tell you something right now, I really am beginning to hate that fucking game! But, that’s getting off the subject. So, here it is (finally) after a long, long wait. Chapter 3 of Yumi: Violent Tendencies. More harsh sexual innuendos, more foul language, more of Yumi being a total bitch, and more of Yumi’s tragic life unfolding. All things considered, this chapter could be looked upon as filler. I don’t think it really moves her history forward my too much, but I do think it’s a great example of how deeply troubled Yumi is and how emotionally disturbed she really is.
In the next chapter, we will get a look a deeper look into her life as an orphan at Nagatao as well as finding out just who this Natome girl was and why Yumi both loves and hates her…
Character Inspiration (Part Two) and Reviewer Shout-outs: Will return at the end of the Chapter 4… GOMEN!