YUMI

VIOLeNT TeNDeNCIeS

WARNING!

THIS STORY CONTAINS HARSH LANGUAGE, VERY GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND GORE, STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT, AND EXTREMELY SUGGESTIVE/DISTURBING THEMES INVOLVING RAPE AND DRUG/ALCOHOL USE. IF YOU DO NOT THINK THAT YOU CAN HANDLE THIS STORY WITH A SENSE OF LEVEL-HEADED MATURITY, DO NOT PROCEED ANY FURTHER.

Reader’s Note: This miniseries takes place during Chapters 1 & 2 of Ame no Akai: The Death of Innocence and before the events depicted in Chapters 4 & 5.

I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like

I'm the kind that boys fantasize

I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like

I may seem unapproachable

But that's only to the boys who don't have the right approach or ride that makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll

People think it's intimidating

When a girl is cool with her sexuality

I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls

Like staying home and being innocent

I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy

Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty

When I'm out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy

Can't change the way I am; sexy, naughty, bitchy me

My mouth never takes a holiday

I always shock with the things I say

I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class ‘bout an hour late

And when it came to the guys I'd lay

I'd always pick the ones who won’t figure out that I was clearly a rebel to the idea of monogamy

People think it's intimidating

When a girl is cool with her sexuality

I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls

Like staying home and being innocent

Verses Taken From Tata Young’s “Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy”.

“Fuckin’ hated school. Ever tell you that? Nah probably didn’t. Well, I hated that shit. Period. Fuckin’ hated it when I was li’l and forced to go. Just wasn’t any fun, y’know? Pretty long list of thing’s I couldn’t stand either. The teachers, the smart students, the fuckin’ councilors, the ‘damned principal – all those fucks! Shit was stupid then and it’s the same now! Nothin’ ever fuckin’ changes, does it? Goddamned school’s just as lame as ever. Why’d I go back if I hated it so fuckin’ much? ‘Cause of my job dumbass, that why. Y’know what they say, right? Work’s murder.

“And fuckin’ murderin’ is what I do best!”

BODY COUNT 01: HOOK, LINe AND SINKeR

“I remember sittin’ there, starin’ across the field at where Ichigoya Junsei was standin’. He was shirtless, I think. And he was mouthin’ off and laughin’ with some of his stupid friends. I think I was drinkin’ some juice or somethin’…ah fuck, I don’t know! Whatever it was, I still remember smilin’ at that fucker’s body. Christ was it hard! The fuckin’ things I could do with him…mmm…it’d make an old bitch blush! I knew there was one reason I liked school. Shit! The fucker was hot! Period! Ah hell, not like you’d ever understand, Hinomora-han! Unless your ass is fuckin’ queer. Is that what you are?! A fuckin’ fag?! What the fuck’re you lookin’ at me like that for, you stupid shit?! I was just makin’ a goddamned point! Fuckin’ bitch!

“Shit, made me forgot what I was talkin’ about. Where was I? Oh yeah! Hard body. His. God, he was so fuckable! Yum! He was a fuckin’ looker. That much I’ll admit. Stylishly long hair, smooth skin, nice eyes and a lean, fit body to cap off the entire package? And speakin’ of ‘packages’, I could fuckin’ tell he had a nice one. Oh yeah, I’d fuck him. Well, I would’ve. But his looks weren’t the only thing killer about the fuck, know what I mean? Christ on a fuckin’ crutch! D’you even got a goddamned sense of humor you joyless fuck?! Fuckin’ hell! Okay, just for the slow people in the fuckin’ room; I…was…there…to…kill…him. There. Did you understand me that time, Hinomora-han? Or do I need drop into fuckin’ retard mode for you to understand? Oh, you got it that time? Keep fuckin’ with me and you will get it, you useless fuck.”

I notice the reporter – Hinomora Koji-han, if I’m rememberin’ his name right – sittin’ across from me gettin’ a very sick look on his face. Was he gettin’ paler? What a fuckin’ loser. I hadn’t even gotten to the part where I killed that Ichigoya fucker yet, and here’s this stupid dick lookin’ ready to yark his eggs all over the freakin’ floor. Like I said, what a fuckin’ loser. I honestly should’ve put a bullet in his goddamn head then and there. ‘Course if I did that, my fuckin’ story be over all ready, wouldn’t it. Couldn’t have that. It’s a good thing I wasn’t ready to let it end there. Otherwise, his fuckin’ ass would be dead. Besides, don’t they say confession’s good for the soul or some shit like that?

All that crap aside, I smile at the stupid dick. I’d be a fuckin’ liar if I said I didn’t like where this was goin’! My mind’s full of dirty fuckin’ thoughts. Not that I care. Dirty’s my bread and butter. So’s killin’. But one before the other.

Leaning forward slightly, I uncross my legs and don’t bother to close them in any way as I throw some words at him.

“Aw, Hinomora-han,” I say sweetly. I can feel my pleated mini-skirt slippin’ further up my thighs. Just the fact that it's doin’ that is gettin’ me wet. Not that I minded. “Don’t fuckin’ tell me you’re gonna get sick on me? You really that much of a pussy?”

I don’t bother tryin’ to stop the laugh comin’ from my mouth. The look on his fuckin’ face is priceless! Poor bastard. Between me bitchin’ at him and tryin’ to show him how wet my panties are gettin’, it’s a wonder the dick’s able to concentrate at all! Fuckin’ Christ! This bitch’s such a loser! Oh yeah. He’s gonna be easy meat.

“Uh…no…I-I’m…um…fine…” he stammered to me stupidly.

Dick’s a fuckin’ liar! Fine?! My ass! Bitch wouldn’t be fine ‘til he had his dick buried as far in me as it could go. The fuck’s just another goddamn pervert. And I’m gonna prove it.

“You sure?” I ask in my sexy/sweet voice. Funny, I never noticed how hard it was not to swear. Oh well, learn somethin’ new everyday I guess. I lean back in the cushiony chair and slowly cross my legs again. I see his eyes twitch suddenly. It almost makes me burst out laughin’. Way to be subtle, Hinomora-han! “I don’t wanna give your ass a heart attack or anythin’. It ain’t gonna be easy to hear what I gotta say. So if you fuckin’ want out, you better say so now.”

I start to move my toes up and down in boredom. The back of my zōri bounces against the heel of my foot as I wait for the lame-ass, wannabe to answer. Okay, scratch that. I hate waitin’.

“I mean,” I say impatiently as I casually grind one leg against the other, “I could always come back later if you need time to pull your shit together, Hinomora-han. I’m still not done shoppin’.” I point a finger at three clothin’ store bags sittin’ by my feet. I smile back at him. Even without tryin’, I knew it was anythin’ but an innocent grin. More than likely, it had ‘fuck me dumb shit’ written all over it. “It don’t take a fuckin’ genius to figure that they don’t let us out that often. 'Sides, I’m only fifteen. How much longer d’you think I’ll have this smokin’ bod. Can’t fuckin’ let it go to waste, right Hinomora-han? You understand, right?”

I laugh out again at Hinomora-san’s palin’ face. Fuck’s really makin’ this shit too easy. He runs a nervous hand through that thick mop of hair, tries to take a deep breath without me noticin’ and gives me a weak smile. What a dumb fuck! If anyone had the word otaku written across his forehead, it’s this sorry lump of shit sittin’ across from me. Hell, killin’ him would be a goddamn act of kindness! Fuckin’ him, on the other hand…

“Uh…no, I’m positive,” Hinomora-han responded, not that I was really payin’ attention. My mind was in ‘dirty slut mode’ and all could think about was a hard cock in my cunt. I wonder how big he is. I’ve fucked plenty of otaku, mostly outta pity. Most of them were total limpdicks; didn’t have nearly enough to get me off. But some of them…Christ, some of them had fuckin’ monsters in their pants. Shit, one of those fuckers had me walkin’ funny for three straight days! Yeah, good times. Wouldn’t trade ‘em for anythin’. So, I wonder Hinomora-han; what kind of otaku are you. You a limpdick or a monster? Gonna make me cry in frustration or howl like a bitch in heat?

“Please, let’s continue. Now, you said that you were, um…going to…to kill this Ichigoya boy because he raped a girl at a party a few days earlier, correct?”

Huh? He was still talkin’? Christ, doesn’t this fucker ever shut up? Sighin’, I just nod. I run my hand through my short, blonde hair. It’s feelin’ rough and plastic again. Guess I need to wash it when I get home. Just somethin’ else to add to the list of fuckin’ things I gotta do when I get done here. Who says bein’ an assassin’s all blood and fame?

“…Remember exactly where this it all took place, Hyyakazi-kun? The junior highschool that you mentioned sounds…”

He’s still fuckin’ talkin’! Did the silly fuck ever take a goddamned breath?! Well, that’s all fine and good. I’ll make sure to give his mouth somethin’ better to do. Shuttin’ him up is definitely goin’ to the top of my ‘to do list’! Along with him!

“Uh…let me see…this…Ritsumeiken Junior Highschool…is in the Fushimi District isn’t it.”

I gaze over at sweet, stupid Hinomora-han with innocent eyes. I shift my legs again. He swallows hard and lowers the spiral notebook down to his lap. He clears his throat and shifts somewhat to the right. I just smile at him as I return the favor, shiftin’ my own position and leanin’ casually to my left. I’m pretty sure that more than gave him a li’l thong show. Then I fuckin’ see it! The notebook in his lap rises up for more than a few seconds and then falls again. I wanna laugh so bad! Guess Mai's right. Sometimes actions say more than words do. Still not quite sure if he’s a limpdick or a monster, though. But I’ll find out one way or another. No fuckin’ doubt. This was definitely gonna be more fun than I thought!

“Yeah,” I reply easily, watchin’ his face gettin’ more and more excited. And let me tell you, it wasn’t ‘cause of my story. Seriously, d’you really think his face’s gettin’ all red and puffy ‘cause of that?! Don’t be stupid! On top of that, the fuckin’ moron doesn’t think I noticed his li’l salute to my pussy’s greatness. Gonna have to fix that sometime later.

“Okay, so why did you decide to kill him?” he says to me. Fucker’s soundin’ a li’l too confident right now. I’m definitely gonna have to change that. Y’know, for his sake. “It…well, it couldn’t have just been 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. And that meant you really didn’t know anyone there in the first place. There had to be some other reason for it.”

I glance over at him with another wide and toothy smile. Unconsciously, I feel my thighs squeezin’ together. I can tell I'm wet as fuck. Seriously, shit's gotta be oozin'! Christ, I’m horny! I need to hurry this shit along so I can get a good, hard fuck from this otaku dickhead!

“Why’s there gotta be a reason to kill someone, Hinomora-han?” Time to get rid of your fuckin’ confidence, Gundam boy. “Tell me, why do I gotta justify what I fuckin’ do to you or anyone else, huh?!”

I watch in utter joy as the stupid, li’l man almost pisses his pants. I bet his fuckin’ dick’s not so hard now.

“N-No…Hyyakazi-kun…y-you have…it…all w-wrong,” he stutters like a 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 keep myself from laughin’! This fuck really is an idiot! It’ll be a wonder if anyone even believes his bullshit story! I mean, seriously; teenage schoolgirl assassins killin’ rapist and child molesters in the name of all that’s good and holy?! Only some otaku, h-girl junky would believe that shit! Wait a minute, good and holy? Ai and me?! Oh God, that’s even funnier!!

“D…d’you…d’you really think that…that I’d come…all…the way here…just to…just to kill you…’cause of…one…stupid…question…?!” Well actually, that's what I'm here to do. But that’s beside the point.

Between my laughin’ and tryin’ to talk, I’m sure I was ‘bout as easy to understand as Ai was that time I got her drunk on sake and gave her a good finger fuckin’. Heh, she knows she liked it! That’s why she’s still so pissed off ‘bout it. Hm, I wonder if that Masana prick’s gonna be an easy kill. Doubt it. She’s too much of a pussy to just walk up and gut him without tryin’ to make sure she’s fightin’ the good fight. She’s so fuckin’ pathetic.

Poor Hinomora-han looks ‘bout ready to get up and run away from me. He shouldn’t bother tryin’. The useless fuck would never make it to the door. He’d be dead before he was even halfway outta his seat. Well, I guess it’s really my fault for this shit. Killin’ that boy in front of him to prove that I really was a hired gun wasn’t such a great idea afterall. Seein’ someone’s jugular split open and danglin’ from their neck as blood went everywhere could do that to a person. Especially if it’s some chickenshit, half-ass reporter; like this stupid fuck! But still, I wave a shudderin’ hand at him. Can’t have him leavin’ before I finish my ‘confession’. Fuckin’ hell! Men! Can’t kill ‘em, can’t rape ‘em out on the streets! The only thing good ‘bout ‘em is their dicks. And that’s only some of the time!

“Oh relax,” I say as I finally calm down a bit. “I’m just kiddin’. Christ, get a fuckin’ sense of humor, geezer.”

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 suck 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, gazin’ down at somethin’ on my chest. Leisurely, I pull a piece of lint from my black, mid-riff tank-top that has the word ‘man-killer’ written across it in bright red kanji. Fuckin’ love this top! Badass don’t even begin to describe it. “I’m not gonna fuckin’ kill you. Got it? The fuckin’ 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 hit the fuckin’ floor! I’m riskin’ my fuckin’ neck to give you the fuckin’ story of a lifetime! Now, d’you want it or not?!”

Just as I figured, the gullible jackass bought the whole thing; hook, line and fuckin’ sinker. Men are so predictable.

“Y-yes,” he stammers, pullin’ the notepad from his lap. Hm, dead and floppy. Guess I was right. No more stiffy. Gotta love the power of pure bitchiness! “B-but if…if it’s so dangerous for you t-to do this, Hyyakazi-kun, w-why go through w-with it? W-why endanger yourself? Nothing should be more important than your life.”

Yep, should’ve seen that comin’ from a mile away. Now he’s gonna get all fatherly and shit with me. Guess it’s time to switch gears. Go from slutty-bitch-overdrive to orphan-girl-with-a-wounded-heart. I lower my head as I kick off my zōris and raise my legs onto the chair. Gotta get the waterworks ready to go. Yeah, ‘bout time for the fuckin’ melodrama to start. Okay, legs first. Lift and tuck. Gotta get that whole ‘hurt-girl’ thing goin’ good and strong. Alright, now wrap the arms ‘round ‘em and place chin on knees. I know I got it goin’ on, now! I close my eyes and try not to laugh. Tellin’ you, the fuckin’ shit it ain’t easy. Poor Hinomora-han. In a few more minutes, you’re gonna be eatin’ out of my hands.

“Be…Because I’m tired of killin’, Hinomora-han,” I say as innocently as possible. How am I not laughing my fuckin’ head off right now? Me? Tired of killin’? Ha! I’m more than ready to split this fuck’s gut open and dance in his goddamned intestines! Tired of killin’? Yeah, right. “I’m…I’m tired of livin’ like this, if you can call it livin’. I just want a normal life. Y'know, be a normal girl and do normal things. I just…wanna…be…free of it all.” Now, it’s time for the waterworks to start. “I…just…want…it…to…end…”

Pullin’ my head away from my knees, I bury it against the flat of my thighs and begin to cry. Damn! Am I good or what? Right ‘bout now, I’m sure Hinomora-han don’t know whether to comfort me or throw me down on the floor and fuck my brains out. Personally, I’m pullin’ for the whole ‘fuck my brains out' thing. Y’know, just sayin’…

“I-I didn’t…I didn’t know,” he says as I raise my head to look at him. My eyes are heavy with tears. How fuckin’ sweet is that shit? “I…I didn’t realize that…that your life was…was so hard, Hyyakazi-kun. 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-kun?”

I smile at him weakly through my teary eyes. Cryin’ on command was just too fuckin’ awesome! It makes gettin’ people to trust you a fuckload easier! I’m glad Mai-sensei taught me how to do it! I’m glad Mai-sensei did a lot of fuckin’ things…

“N-No,” I say in my ‘hurt-girl-in-need-of-a-hug’ voice. I wipe the back of my hand across my eyes and sniff once or twice for added effect. “I…I really don’t wanna be alone right now. And please Hinomora-han, c-call me Yumi.”

The smile on his face was warm and fatherly. It was sickenin’ to me. Anythin’ that made me think of that shit back in… But I fuckin’ ignore it. It’s bullshit anyways. Hinomora-han may’ve had that ‘father-wantin’-to-comfort-his-daughter’ look ridin’ his face like a cheap whore. But the fucker’s eyes were tellin’ me a somethin’ completely different.

“Yumi,” he says. “What a lovely name for a lovely young girl. Did your mother pick it out?”

Jeez, this motherfucker’s startin’ to hit all the wrong buttons! Yeah asshole, my name was picked out by her! And she was killed in front of me by that perverted fuck who called himself my goddamned daddy! Oh, by the way, thank you for bringin’ up such a painful memory. Next time, why don’t you put a fuckin’ bullet between my fuckin’ eyes, instead! It’d fuckin’ be quicker! You stupid dick.

“Yes,” I reply. I try hard to sound meek and in need of comfortin’. Not that it's too hard. 'Specially with me rememberin’ mama and… Christ, I just wish I could kill this fuck and get it over with! I don’t want this! I don’t wanna remember anythin’! “She did.” Damn, I really need to change the fuckin’ subject! I don’t wanna think about mama! I don’t wanna think about…him! Damn, why is my throat gettin’ so dry? Fuck. I need some fuckin’ space. This…this is too much for me right now. So much for not wantin’ to be alone. “Hinomora-han, could I – ”

“Koji.” He interrupted. That was strike two for him. One more and I swear to Christ I’m gonna blow his fuckin’ dick off!

“Um…K-Koji-han…can I trouble you for a glass of water?” I ask quietly. “I…I know I said that I didn’t wanna be alone, but my throat…it’s kinda dry.”

Hino…oops, I mean Koji-han smiles at me broadly as he sets the notepad aside and rises from his seat. God, I hate this shit! Actin’ fuckin’ helpless just ain’t me! This shit’s more up Aia’s alley. I should just paint the fuckin’ walls red with his blood and call it a day! But I gotta hold out. I gotta do the shit right this time. Can’t fuck this up. If I do, Mai won’t be very happy. That’s the last goddamn thing I need; an unhappy Mai. Piss her off and I can kiss the good lovin‘ goodbye. And that’s not somethin’ I’m willin’ to fuck off.

“Sure thing,” I half-ass hear the dumbfuck answer. The sweet ‘I’m-the-only-who-can-understand-your-pain’ voice he uses automatically flips my ‘kill-trigger’. That’s strike fuckin’ three! Nobody talks to me like that, the condescendin’ bastard. I’m gonna enjoy blowin’ his fuckin’ head off. “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 thoughts behind my bullshit gaze. His ass was so mine when he fuckin’ got back. But only after my ass was his. Like I said, I’m gonna find out whether he’s a limpdick or a monster! 'Sides, I gotta wait for the right time to kill his motherfuckin’ ass. Too soon and I’ll fuck everythin’ up.

“Okay,” I answer in a meek, defenseless voice.

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 taught me how to control my reactions and emotions. There were more than a few boys who were stupid enough to try what he’s doin’ right now. I wonder if they were ever able to use their arms again.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” was all he said. In his eyes, I could see the lust for my body burnin’ hot. Guess the outfit worked him pretty good. And why wouldn’t it? I’m one hot bitch. There's no fuckin’ doubt that once I finish tellin’ him my sob story, he was gonna have me pressed against the wall with my panties danglin’ off the ankle of the leg draped over his shoulder.

Heh, like I said – hook, line and sinker.

A second later, he was gone, the door closin’ behind him. I wasted no time. Droppin’ my legs, I bend over and reach into one of my shoppin’ bags. Gropin’ around for a second or two, I finally felt the cold handle of Mibojin Meka – my highly modded GLOCK 21. Pullin’ it out of the bag, I quickly reach into another one and grab hold of the silencer for it. Risin’ from the chair, I make my way quietly over to the door. Leanin’ an ear against it as I screw the silencer on the barrel of my silver ACP .45, I check to make sure I got no surprise visitors. This one, and its twin, Koji Meka – how fuckin’ ironic is that? – were gifts from Mai. Just like how Ai’s wakizashi was a gift from that fuckin’ slut, Iiwa-han. Another fuckin’ bitch I hated! Not like I got any time to piss and moan about her, though. I’ve got a fuckin’ job to do.

I move away from the door and quickly make my way over to Hinomora Koji-han’s chair. Kneelin’ down, I carefully slide Mibojin Meka under the seat. If everythin’ went the way I planned, this is where Mr. Carin’-Father-Figure will be fuckin’ me like a dog. I make sure it doesn’t reflect any light. With a couple of quick reaches from different spots close to the chair, I test to see if it’s in a position that's easy to get to from multiple angles. Gotta be able to nail his ass from anywhere while he’s nailin’ my ass! Satisfied, I leap up to my feet and hurry back over to my seat. Smoothin’ out my pleated miniskirt, I sit back down in the same position I when Koji-han left. Now, all I gotta do is wait for the dumbfuck to come back.

I didn’t have to wait very long.

“Here you go,” he says, handin’ 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 fuckin’ amazin’ how quickly he got used to usin’ my given name, isn’t it? Fuckin’ dick. I can’t wait to bleed his fuckin’ ass. Seriously, this fuck’s really beginnin’ to piss me off.

“Okay,” I reply after takin' a couple of sips of the ice cold water. It feels good runnin' down my throat, washin' away a thirst I didn’t even know I had. Well, I guess it's a good thing I sent his silly ass to get me a cup of water afterall.

Sittin’ back down, the fuckin’ loser picks up the notepad and pulls out his pen. He waits patiently for me to begin my story. Fuck, I guess it’s now or never. Dammit, I hate this shit! I fuckin’ don’t like rememberin’ that night – any of them! I don’t like the feelin’ it gives me. It makes me wish I’d just died with mama instead of livin’ to become that motherfucker’s li’l toy. I don’t want anyone else to know the shit I went through! No one!

I throw a hateful glare at the dickhead sittin’ there waitin’ for me to spill my guts. He’s too busy fiddlin’ with his pen to notice. Lucky me. Luckier for him. One more understandin’ word outta his goddamned mouth and I would’ve used my foot to evacuate his bowels. Well, it’s not like he’s gonna leave this fuckin’ room alive with what I’m 'bout to tell him, anyways. As soon as I waste the time I need to, I’m gonna fuck the dumb son-of-a-bitch like he’s never been fucked before. And after that fucker, you’re gonna learn the hard way you've taken your last ride. So, you better enjoy it.

I lower the cup of water and fold my legs under me sideways. Givin’ him an innocent look, I take a deep breath. I’m really gonna hate this part.

“It’ll probably be better if I start…if I start at the beginnin’. You’ll probably understand things a bit more that way. You ready?” The fuckin’ loser nods slowly. I’m gonna make him pay for this shit, I swear to Christ. “Okay, here goes. I…I was nine years old.” Takin’ another breath, I almost stop but force myself to go on. I had to. It wasn’t like I had a fuckin’ choice, though. I got a goddamn job to do. And I’m not lettin’ anythin’ stand in the fuckin’ way of that. Not…not even bad fuckin’ memories that still made me cry. “And it was raining on that night in Osaka…”

DeATH’S MY BUSINeSS… AND BUSINeSS IS GOOD.

ANOTheR DAY, ANOTHeR BODYCOUNT – 02: “SeX TOY”

THE AUTHOR’S CORNER – “Birth of a Sad, Mad Girl & Why’s She Talkin’ Like a Hick”

Well, for those of you who actually made through all of the profanity and harsh sexual innuendos, I guess I owe you a reason as to why I wrote something like this. Truth be told, Hyyakazi Yumi was never meant to be nothing more than the stereotypically bad girl assassin without a heart. She was created to be Aia’s polar opposite, someone who was completely okay with murdering people – whether for the sake of justice or for the thrill of the kill. But then, something odd happened. Yumi started to grow beyond the confines of what I had intended on her being. She became someone who had a past, had a love and lost that love because of the woman who constantly torments her. Yumi became a character instead of a cardboard cutout and grew to have a life of her own. Hence the reason for the Yumi: Violent Tendencies Miniseries. I wanted to write something that was, in a sense, completely different from the darkness, angst and depression of Ame no Akai: The Death of Innocence; yet still remain true to the story it tells and provide a different take on the series’ ‘darkness’. I wanted to portray Yumi as I had written her there; psychotic, slutty, loyal only to Mai-sensei and completely willing to kill just because she can. The complete antithesis to Oyugi Aia. In this miniseries, we will get a look into Yumi’s twisted thoughts and motivations for doing what she does. And I will also explore the disturbing relationship between her and Shuguri Mai in more depth as well as taking a look into the past history between her and Aia that was briefly touched on in Chapter 5 of Ame no Akai: The Death of Innocence. Being that this story will be told from Yumi’s point of view, it will mirror her own thoughts and actions. At times, it will be hard to follow and at times it will be completely disturbing; but it will always be true to the character of Hyyakazi Yumi.

On the other side of the coin, I guess many are wondering why Hyyakazi Yumi – the foul-mouthed girl born and bred in Osaka, Japan – is speaking like a Texan after one too many beers. Well, it’s my rather mundane attempt at distinguishing the fact that she’s from the Kansai Region and speaking a regional variation that’s known as Osaka-ben. The best of my ability to research this interesting dialect really turned up very little in a way to translate the exact vernacular for it. The most my very gaijin mind could come up with was that it used contracted forms of words used regularly in the Kanto Region (Tokyo) as well as a few having different meanings all together (like baka, which is a greater insult in Kansai than it is in Kanto; the word aho basically means the same thing, only in a more casual or playful way – also, they tend to replace the ‘s’ sound in some words with ‘h’ sound, case in point: ‘san’ to ‘han’ and ‘sama’ to ‘hama’). In most anime and manga, Osaka-ben is spoken as a Southern or Brooklyn accent. That’s why certain characters sound like they’re from the southern United States instead of Japan in the dubs. It threw me off too when I first heard it. But I eventually grew to accept it and I ask for you to do the same thing here with Yumi. One of the main things that I do like about using this for her (and, to a lesser extent, for Ajutoki Nami in dREAMSEEd; as she too is from the Kansai Region, or more specifically, Osaka) is the fact that it distinguishes her character and gives her a unique voice. Kansai folk are known for being loud and brash, and I think this nails Yumi to a tee. Plus I’m from Texas, so I have a certain fondness for Kansai being dubbed that way…when it works with the character in question (Kasuga “Osaka” Ayumu from the Azumanga Daioh dub and most of the population of Abenobashi in Magical Shopping Arcade Abenobashi are good examples of Southern Accents being used well for Kansai-speaking characters). Hopefully, I’ll gain a better understanding of the Kansai dialect somewhere down the road and be able to some a little closer to what she should be talking like. But until then, this will be the way that Hyyakazi Yumi (and any from Osaka) will speak. I hope you guys can understand and accept that.

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 FANGIRLS…you both know who you are!!!! Hope you like it, Chibi-chan and Ake-chan!!!! Please leave reviews, you two…LOL!

Thank You For Your Time,

Terryll Preston

The former still2twisted of FictionPress infamy...

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