October 5th 2017

"Feeling better now?", she asked. The warm of the sweet chamomile tea going into her body, the freshness of the air conditioner in that classroom and the quietness of a school that had finished its activities for the day, along with the sweet smile of the young beautiful woman before her lead to one answer from the pink haired girl.

"Yes...", Natsuki replied putting down the cup with still half of her tea there. "Good! Now, would you like to tell me what happened?", the black haired beauty recently arrived at that school asked.

"It's just... Problems with the person I like... No, you know what? Don't worry, Houjo-sensei, it's nothing really", Natsuki found herself troubled to talk about her issues with Yuri. Despite her not caring about being openly lesbian, she was still aware the society she lived in still saw things like that as wrong, specially adults.

"If it wasn't nothing you wouldn't be making that face", Airi pointed out with a compassionate smile. The way Natsuki looked away, how she crossed and rubbed her arms nervously and most of all, the worried look on her magenta eyes, told her she was hesitant about something there. It was like she wanted to talk about it but she also was afraid to do so.

"I-I'll go home now, thank you for the tea and... All of that...", Natsuki blushed lightly, unable to look at Airi in the eye, still embarrassed to have hugged her like that (although not so regretful). "What's the issue with this boy? Come on, tell me, I too had my experiences not so long ago you know? I know it helps to talk about it for sure", Airi insisted while Natsuki stood up and put on her backpack again.

"It's not... A boy...", Natsuki mumbled almost to herself, but Airi had a sharp ear and immediately understood, smiling sweetly at her again. "I also had my experiences with girls~", she added and immediately, Natsuki's eyes retrieved some shine as she lifted her gaze surprised.

"Y-You... You did?", Natsuki asked blushing lightly. "Mmhmm... I'm bi", Airi looked around jokingly and whispered at her as if she tried to tell a secret.

"So you... Had a girl you liked before?", Natsuki asked a bit nervous but curious. "Yes~ During highschool I had some, I even had two girlfriends during that time", Airi said proud.

"Hmm... Well... I guess I have some time...", Natsuki felt now more comfortable and her eagerness to talk about her problem and feelings for Yuri had returned fully. "Please, take a sit", Airi said happy.

"So, you like a girl... What happened with her that made you cry like that?", Airi asked now with a more compassionate and sweet tone. "I don't know... That exactly why I feel like this... I don't know!", Natsuki exclaimed, her frustration and sorrow returning.

"Hey, it's okay... Just breath in, breath out, try to relax your mind", Airi said and put her hand on Natsuki's to reassure her, making her blush a bit. "R-Right... Sorry... Hah...", Natsuki sighed and did as she was told.

Soon, Natsuki was able to tell her new teacher the whole story. From the moment she met Yuri at literature club, the crush she developed on her, all the goods about her, the problems they had because of their personalities contrasting so much to more recently how they had finally got along and closer, how things were going so well between them until that dark brown haired girl arrived two days ago.

"Hmm... From what you tell me... It doesn't make much sense...", Airi said deep in thought. "I know right? I still want to think these past couple of days are some kind of... Bad dream or something...", Natsuki sighed.

"However! If there's one thing I know for sure about love is that it never makes sense", Airi said proud. "Huh?", Natsuki tilted her head confused.

"I'll tell you something a... Friend of mine told me and that it may help you. It is when your heart is so overwhelmed that you must learn to control your emotions. Take a moment to think about it and see what lays beyond. Some things are not always what they look like and if you can see the true nature of them, you'll understand", Airi explained.

Natsuki at first felt confused but the more she repeated those words in her mind, the less strange it became and the more it made sense. Her heart was surely overwhelmed with sorrow and confusion now, pain. She wasn't thinking straight, all her mind did everytime she saw her crush and that girl together was ask and demand an answer on why Yuri was acting like that.

That day, her emotions had got the better of her, much like many times in the past before Kaede arrived, back when they still argued about the smallest things. She believed she knew Yuri better now and the way she was acting wasn't right.

"I feel like those words make sense now...", Airi looked away and mumbled to herself. "Um?", Natsuki said confused.

"Nothing! I just didn't understand those words at first too haha", Airi smiled. "So... What should I do now?", Natsuki asked.

"In my opinion, start by taking the initiative", Airi said. "The initiative?", Natsuki asked confused.

"Yes, from what you told me, while things between you and Yuri-chan had got better, it seemed to me like neither of you were doing really something to get to the next level. Surely some of the things you did for her show your feelings for her plainly obvious to some but to an introvert girl like her it's necessary even more obvious signs", Airi explained.

"I tell you this because one of the girlfriends I had in the past was an introvert and I did so many things for her like eat lunch with her, walk home with her, get into the things she liked and so on but you know what I heard from the only other friend she had?", Airi asked. "What?", Natsuki eagerly asked.

"That she was in love with me but she was scared to do anything about it because she thought I'd hate her for falling in love with someone that just wanted to be friends with her. Ah... Rena-chan was so adorable...", Airi sighed nostalgically and a bit sad.

"C-Certainly... That's something Yuri would definitely think...", Natsuki covered her mouth surprised. "See? While we don't know what her relationship with this Kaede girl is, you still have to take your chance before it's too late. It's time you show her exactly what you want with her", Airi said.

"So...", Natsuki knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from her teacher too. "Confession time~", Airi said melodically.

"C-Confess to her...", Natsuki gulped but the deep blush on her face showed the idea, while it was embarrassing to admit, it was something she was certainly thinking about. "To avoid that girl Kaede to get in the way, I advice you to ask you out, go on a date with her, make sure she spends a great time with you and close it with a good old romantic moment where you, at the end of the day, ask her "Yuri, do you accept my confession?", Airi said dramatically, making Natsuki giggle at last.

"You're right! I already wasted enough time! Screw Kaede! I've earned Yuri's love, I'm sure of it, now I just have to take it!", Natsuki exclaimed determined as she stood up and slammed her hands against the teacher's desk. "That's the spirit!", Airi smiled.

"Thanks, Houjo-sensei! I gotta go now, I have to prepare some things to apologize Yuri for what happened today so I can ask her out without problem. I'll make sure to create the perfect moment so she has no choice but to say yes!", Natsuki almost yelled fired up.

"Go for it, Sakurami-san!", Airi exclaimed throwing a fist to the air enthusiastically. "Call me Natsuki, I don't like that last name much!", Natsuki hurriedly said as she rushed to put on her backpack again.

"Go for it, Natsuki-san!", Airi correctly said again. "Thanks, sensei! Now I gotta run!", Natsuki finally dashed out of the classroom while Airi smiled at her and waved her hand.

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October 8th 2017

"What.... What am I doing...?", Natsuki asked herself. She stopped running and tried to catch her breath. She didn't know for how long she had been running or how far she had gotten from that place, not even where she was now.

The sun had already set, the crescent moon had raised in the dark sky, the streets around her already illuminated by many light poles and the air was chilling.
Natsuki looked at her hands, they were shaking a bit, she touched her face, tears had begun rolling down her cheeks, her eyes began to burn and her heart was still beating like crazy.

She then looked around at her surroundings. The streets were actually further from what she thought as the yellow light of the poles barely reached her, around her the air was colder because of the many trees there. Somehow she had ended up at the park near the school.

"Calm down, calm down...", Natsuki said to herself as she quickly began wiping the tears off her face with her short sleeves, rubbing her face against her shoulders to do so, she then breathed in and out and tried to focus her thoughts.

Why had that recent memory of that talk with the new teacher suddenly came to her mind that made her stop running? She went over it again and tried to find the answer.

One after the other, the words her and Airi had exchanged repeating in her mind until the correct ones clicked like a gear put in the right place.

"It is when your heart is so overwhelmed that you must learn to control your emotions"

"That's right... I'm doing it again... I let my emotions act for me, I ran away... Again...", Natsuki said to herself as she walked, heading out of the park.

"Take a moment to think about it and see what lays beyond".

"It doesn't make sense again... Why was Kaede there? She certainly looked like she lived there or something but... No, no... It can't be... For starters, as much as I don't want to think about that possibility, let's say Yuri and her are... Something, why would Yuri accept going on a date with me then? She surely isn't like the type of person that would cheat on you... Plus she gave me a lot of signs that she too was expecting the same I was expecting... Ugh it doesn't make sense...", Natsuki talked to herself.

"Some things are not always what they look like and if you can see the true nature of them, you'll understand".

"Kaede... Kaede Aoyama... No, that name doesn't really ring to me from anything... Who is she...? Hmmm what kind of person she is... Think, think...", Natsuki said to herself and forced herself to recall the best she could every moment Kaede was around.

Her arrival, she noticed the first thing out of place that she hadn't noticed at the moment.
When she introduced herself, she acted all polite and nice but her eyes... They were discreet, very discreet but they were almost the same as Erika's the first time she came to the club.

Not only then but when she took Yuri away from her to "catch up on their lives", her eyes were doing the same again in that discreet manner. It was like she was eyeing the rest of the girls with ulterior motives.

Then it was her behavior towards Yuri, she surely seemed to know her from before and due to Yuri's reaction it was confirmed that was the case. However, that's as far as she could get with her, Kaede seemed to be good at hiding most of her true colors, the only slip she had was the look she gave other girls in that discreet way.

Seeing she'd get nowhere going through that path, Natsuki instead refocused on Yuri.

When she saw Kaede she said her name and looked surprised, but now that she analyzed it better, not in a great way. She thought of herself and Ryuko for example, being able to see each other again was something both were happy about and she was sure it showed.

But Yuri and Kaede... While Kaede had that mysterious smile at that time, Yuri didn't, not even the slightest smile, that's the first thing she noticed now that she thought about it calmly.

Natsuki then pushed herself to remember every single detail. She even stopped walking and closed her eyes to focus as much as possible on those memories until she finally began seeing the strange aspects of them.

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No hair fidgeting. Natsuki knew very well one thing Yuri did when she was nervous, specially around someone she likes, was run her fingers through a long strand of her dark purple hair in a manner Natsuki always found adorable.

However, whenever she saw her with Kaede, Yuri didn't do that a single time, in fact she was a bit robotic, sure, maybe a bit clingy but she looked strange, it was like holding onto a big teddy bear while you're lost in your thoughts.

With that, she pushed herself even more until another aspect came up.

Quivering. While Yuri was not strange to shake or tremble being the shy girl she was, she didn't do it so discreetly. Whenever she trembled when she had the need of asking for something or socialize in general, it was very much obvious and Natsuki herself had to help her calm down a couple times for that.

But the way she quivered with Kaede was odd. It was barely noticeable, mostly it was her lower lips and her fingers that did it, thus why it was hard to see.

Last, Natsuki remembered Yuri's beautiful violet eyes. Those that serve as inspiration for her poems many times or her daydreaming in general, she now remembered well and could tell the difference.

Whenever Kaede was not around, those eyes were radiant, sparkly sometimes and always serene but when she appeared, she now saw how they'd lose their shine almost immediately, like an animatronic being shut down temporary.

Finally, Natsuki brought to her mind that image of Yuri from not so long ago.
She did her best to block the image of Kaede wearing Yuri's classic sweater and wrapping her arms around her to focus on her purple crush.

There they were once again.
No hair fidgeting, quivering lip and fingers, violet eyes that lost their shine and absently stared back at her.

But there was something this time, she was sure of it. Those eyes that looked at her, while Yuri couldn't say a word herself through her mouth, they did try to tell her something.

Don't go. Don't leave me.

With that, Natsuki took off running, back to her purple haired girl's house.

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The way back home was somewhat tempting.
Ryona and Emerson had parted ways right after they left the restaurant so the tough girl had immediately head back home.

The mall wasn't so far from her house but it wasn't really close either, in motorbike, she knew it took less than 5 minutes to get there but on foot it took around half an hour.

She enjoyed walking and she certainly didn't mind doing it while carrying those two slightly heavy bags full of presents that had the purpose of bringing the shine to her sun back.
She was used to it since she helped her mother a lot of times carrying the groceries whenever they went to buy them.

She took her time and when she reached her neighborhood, she passed right in front of Sayori's house.

Ryona was tempted to go and knock on her door to give her all those presents right now, hoping to see her real smile again. She even crossed the street and stood in front of the iron door that lead to the front road of her house and saw it unlocked as usual.

But in the end, the idea and fear of Sayori finding her weird for doing all of that was stronger than her. Plus she still had to clarify with Emerson how and when she'd give her all those presents.

Ryona kept walking and five minutes later she regretted her decision as two black sportbikes passed by at great speed, one even driving over the sidewalk, mere inches from her so both could snatch the two bags from each of her hands and get away.

She tried running after them but her knowledge of those machines and common sense soon made her stop, knowing it was pointless.

Gritting her teeth frustrated she kicked a nearby trashcan to release some of her anger out. She hated thieves now more than ever.

Ryona eventually cooled her mind and saw the time on her phone.
She was still in time.

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"You got some nerve going out with that brat without my permission, Yuri", Kaede said, smug smile on her face while sitting on the couch with crossed legs. "I-I'm sorry", Yuri barely mumbled, head low in shame.

"I don't have to repeat myself, do I? If I do it it's fine, I have plenty of options either way, but remember you only have me, nobody else wants to be with a... Person like you, remember that", Kaede sighed annoyed. Yuri didn't say anything but silently agreed.

"Whatever, I need some of that, it was a long trip. I'll wait for you on the bed. I guess you need to calm yourself down hehe", Kaede said as she noticed Yuri discreetly rubbing her forearm. She then stood up and before going upstairs, she whispered on Yuri's ear, "clean yourself well, okay? I don't want to get my underwear red again hehe".

Yuri then silently stood there for a moment.

She wanted to punish herself but not because of what Kaede said, but because of Natsuki.

Her mind was a mess right now. A part of her wanted to believe Kaede's words and maybe that was the best option, that way Natsuki wouldn't get hurt in any way from this, she wouldn't even care.

But another still believed what Natsuki and her seemingly had was true and if that was the case, she knew she had hurt her greatly now.
She didn't want that, she hated herself for that.

And there was only one way to punish herself for it.

Yuri quietly walked to the kitchen's sink and grabbed a knife. It was a simple kitchen knife like any other but it would be enough. She rolled up her sleeve. Heavier breaths by the second, the light of the kitchen shining on the metal blade.
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̸̸̸̷̷̷̴̶̨̢̨̦͙͉̳̮̦̞̼͉͔͔̗̦͎͕̯͓̙̤̥͇͍͖͖͍̰̭ͣͮ͌́͘͘̕͟͟͜͜͢͡͝͝͠Ḥ̓̇ͣ͊͑ͣ̈́̕ạ̸̸̶̵̵̴̢̫̪̱͖̞͍̰̜̣͕̝̳̻̲͗ͪͯ͂̅͌͛̈ͦ̐̍̒ͫ͒͒́̀͟͟͠͏̷̡̢̀͠͏̧͘͢͠͏͞h͍̺̠̬͉̥̳̗͎̙͚̭̠͔͚̬͇̟͕̬̘͍́͛̂ͨͭ͂ͥ̃̈̄ͮa̷̸̸̷̸̬͕̼̥̫̝̖̤͇̩͜͝͡͞h̴̛̤͖͈̻̤̰͙͖̙̭͇̪̝̜̱̺̱̯̗͓͉͉̖̹̪̘̦̤͎̟̯͖̙͇̳͉̊̓͑̓̽̀́̇̿̑͂̈́ͮͥ̃̇̚͘͘͜͠͞͏̵̴̴̡̡̢̡̛̀͢͜͝͠͞͡҉̡a̴̵̸̵̡̨̢̛̛̟̖͇̫̠̲̖̦̯̬̟̫͉̬̳̤̭̼̹͍͇̬̥͕̼̺̿ͯͤ̽̈́̉̄ͬ̒̊́ͯ͐ͮ͂̓̄̎̃̓̎ͯͩ̀́̀̕͘͟͢͟͞͡͝͝͞҉̴̡́҉̵̶̢̛͝h̜̥̫̗̄̐͆ͫͨa̷̷̶̴̴͍̣̯̹̖̱͎̪̫̘̠͚̲̼͔͙̫̻̖͇̜̹͚͖̳̘̹̔ͤ̾́ͭ͒̓͑̆̀͟͠ͅ҉̢̀͢h̴̛͍̠͔̺͈̙̮̩̀͢͠͡҉̴̸̧̛́̀͜͡ą̶̟̬̗̝̤̪̟̟̱̣͇̱̦͈͔̘̖̟ͣͣ̓ͩ͌ͫ͊̏́̿͋̿̔̎͢͢͜͝ͅ͏҉̶҉̷̵̵̵̨̧̀̀͘͘͢͜͠͝͡҉h̸̷̢͖̞̯̫͖͖̮͕̺̰̩̳͉̙̗̯͇̹̙͔̬̦̬̪̪̥̰̼̬̣̜̲̹̤͕͚̘ͮ̑̔ͫ̀ͫͪ̉̾̅ͯ̽̅͆ͦ͟͝͏̴̨̀͜͝a̢̡̛̜̲̣͍̻̮̪̦͉͇͓̭͙̳̠͈̥͚̰͚̗͇͖̦̳̟̲̱̞̙̰̬̯͕͔͛ͩͯ̋͛̾͌ͣͣ̎̋̾̀͘͝â̴̪̭̺͚͔̪̺͇͕̳͖̲͉̲̩͎̞̥͚̣̙̎͊̕͟҉̨̛́͏̵̸̨̡̛̀͜͡͠͡h̸̵̵̝͙͎̤̭̼͙̲̹͚̞͉̮͖͙͔̪̝̬̄ͮ̎͒̕͜͟͞҉̷̢̨̨́͟͡͠͏̷̡̢̛̛̀͘͜͢͢͜͞͡͡!̧̈͗̾̈́ͣ̓̌̌ͯ͌̋̉̾̌̔ͤ̓҉̶̢͡͡͠͏̷̶͘͟҉̧͏͝͏̶̴̶̧̢̡̧̛̀̕͢͠!̵̸̶̷̸̷̸̸̢̡̛̛̛̛̦͍̥̞̞͍̗̰͉̙̇̔͟͜͢͟͡͞͝͡͠͠͝͞͡͝
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̴̴̶̡̢̢̧̧̨̧̡͕̱̹̫̯̰̓̊ͣ̄͑̾͋͗̏ͣ̈́̇ͨ̇͐͗͆̕͟͢͡͠ͅ҉̵̸̵̧̨̛́̕͟͢͟͢͞h͕̘̫̦̺͎̠̝̠̗̟̘͎̻̲̠͇̳̝̳̳͚͖̟̤͕͙̜̦͕̯̤̜͓͊͊ͨ̈̀̅ͤͣ̊ͮ́̆ͤ͝ͅͅ͏҉̵̧̧̀͠͠͝͠d̷̷̵̶̸̸̛̘̪̱͓̥̼̲͕̠̰̤̣̳͓͊ͣ̍͋͒̀̆ͥͬ̇̀̈́̾͛ͫ̽͂̅͋́̚̚͢͞ͅ҉̸̧̛̛̀͘͝͞͝҉̸̸́̀͡͠͠j̧̠̩̹͙̦͚̖̥̖͇̠͚̱͓̩̗̝̖̝̰̰̪̠͙ͬ̓̌̅̽ͧ̈́̆́͟ͅͅ͏͟͏̷̵̴̧̡͝͞҉̸͘͏̛҉̸̸̸̢̀͜͠͠͠҉̢̀͏d̨̞̜̦͎̣̘̟̱͈̩͚̥̝͕̝͇͇̥̪̤̱̖͙͗͒̃ͤͨ͂͌ͮ̐̎̏͝҉̵̷̸̡̡̛̀͟͞͡͠͞͏̴̸̨̛̀̕͘͜h͎̭͚̞̠̠̲͚̥̞̩̯̫̣̗̘͔̥̠͈̹̰̥̳͛̓ͫͧͥ̅̔ͣͪ͒̚͢ḑ̸̵̢̨̨̢̨̙̝͍̰̹̤͈̯͕̞̼͉̂̎ͬ͒̄͗̆͌ͨ͑̋̌̌ͦ͆͊̓̅́͝ȕ̵̺̤͔̫͔̬̥̱͉͎̫͖̣͖̝͙͉̤͖͓̮̣͔̯̪͓͍͓̤͚͕̮̥͍͉ͯ͑̂̈́̎͞d̷̻̫̮̦̼̟̜̪̥̰͓͔̹̟͚̫̺͚̮̯̥͔͍̺̞͔̼͈̗̜̼ͩ̃̇͂͊̓̎͗̅̽̉̈̔͟ͅͅͅì̵̴̛̜͈̟̗͚͙̬͖̞̳̝̝͕͙̤̼̼̫̳͚̫͉̻̩̻̤͈̬̘̹̝͖͕̘̕͢͢͜͟͟͜͡͠ẻ͕̣̗̪̖̤͙͙̟̹̥ͭͦ̊̋ͦ̾̈͢҉͡d̷̢͚̙͉̮̣̖̗͎̺͍̝̝̤͂͒̌̊̀͆ͅ҉̛҉̶̷͜͡͞͏̵͢n̶̷̪̺͚̰̠̬̹͐̏͌ͬ̊ͦ̈̇ͮ̿̄̄ͣͪ͗̏ͥ͘҉̶̶̢̨̢̀͠͝͞҉̴̡̢͟҉̶̀͝͠ḋ̵̵̹̤̗̰͔͙̻̫̲̩̞͖̥̝̺̼͙̩̲͖͚͎͚̺̻͖ͨ̿͟͢͡ͅ͏̧̀͜͏͘͢ķ̷̸̸̨̛̛̛̳̝̳̯̱͎̖̙̘̜ͧ͋ͯͣ̉͊̏̽ͧ͆̌ͮͥ̔̑̓̌͛̊ͭͫ̕̕͢͟͞͝҉͟s̷͔̯̭̮̟̖̹̙̗̙͙̭̟͓̟̘̹̬͔̦͙͇͎̜̹̰ͫ͑͂̌̋͐͌ͩ̒̚̚͢ͅͅ͏̴̸̶̨̡̢̀͏̴̧̛͡͏̵̷̴̢̧̢̨̛́͘͟͡͡͠͡k̸̴̡̞̘̖̻̠̖̺͍̝ͣͫ̌̄̉̀͛̔̾͒̂͐̕͜͜͠͡͠͡͝͏̴̶̸̡̧̡̨̀́̀́͘̕͜͜͟͠͡͝ ̴̰͇͔̪̠̬̘̭̯̦͎̹̬͙͕̞͉̠̗̳̳̲͎̼͖̼̱̣͇̖̯̱͚̗̙̝̝͛͊̅̚͢͟͡ͅ͏҉̵̵̶̸̵͢͟͜͜m͖̘̘̻̙͎̖̗͎̠̜͎̘̻̻̮̰̒̔ͨ̑ͫ̌͆ͣ̽ͪ͛͏̨̧̨̛́͝Ǫ̶̶͙̣͖̳̦̝̝̰͈͈͓͔̰͎̼̼̩̳̱͈̱̣͉̩̫̙̱̽̄̌̌ͧ͛͋̽͋ͣ̎ͥͪ̀̚̕̕͟͜͜π̴̨̮͈̳͍̙͚̹̭͕̥̝͔̗̜̦ͪ̓̓̔ͬͨ̂͗͆̂͒́̚͜͝π̴͖̭̣̳̙͍͍͖̬͙̼̘̜̟͖͉̞̞͔͔̠͎̱̜̩͕̳͈̗̪͇̫̩̺̬͕̃̉̓ͪ͛͋͂̔͛̀̐̀̀͞҉͘͡͏̸̶̵̸̢̡̨̛́́̕͢͢͞͝͠҉̶̢̛́̕̕͘͝ ̷̶̡̨̛̪͍̘͚͍̹̪͔̘̥ͪ͗ͫ̒̓ͫ͆ͧͪ̈̀ͧͬ̆̅̄̚͢͝҉̷̢́́̕͢͟͟͏̧́́͘͘͟͜͢͠͞͝͠h̸̳̯̗̹̫̟̼͙̹̻̝̥̬̭̝̘̠̯̪̬̝͚͇̪̘̙̮͈̃͗ͣͩ̌ͅs̵̶̶̨̡̢̛̫̮̲̬̤̩̯̙̞̗̅ͬͭͮ̽ͫ̎̆̀̀͟͟͠͡͏̢͢͜҉s̷̷̡̱̪̼̦̀́ͣ͌͑̆͛ͯ͛́͗̾͜͞͝҉̸̵̶̵̷̧̧̢̨̛́̀͜͜͢͢͟͞j̷̡̨̨̨̺̬̪̳̇ͭ̍ͧ́̀́́̀͠͏͏̵̛̕͘͢s͎͙̩͓̰̯̜̖̰̖̙̟̬͈͍͍̦͚̭̥̱̮̼̥̬͕̦̟̖͓̥͙̮ͤ͞͡ͅͅ͏́҉̴̸̶̵̨̀̕͘͟͞͏k̷̴̢̜̟͓̙̰͎̣̮͓̠̣̭̳̫̖͇̻͓̙ͭ͑̃ͫͤ͛͐͝͞҉̶̵̶̸̵̨̧̨̡̀̀́͏͞ṣ̥̭̞͍͉̯̠̹͖̰͕̖͍̠̩̻̠̣̻͎͎̳͎̮̮ͪͩ̎͠ͅͅ͏̸̶̡̨̀̕͜͞o̴̡̱͇͈̻̝͖͎̪͉̘̺̟̺̝̝͔ͯͮ͌͑ͬ̇̄ͮ̏͢ą̷̴̛͔̼̖͎̟̼̞̦͓͙̻̻̪͇̜̗̙̲̮̳̤̝̫̬̪͈̠͓͚̹̞̓ͥ̑̌̂͒͆̅ͨͨ̑͆̂̅͌ͨͫ̋ͬ̀͗͑ͩ͢ͅ҉̶̵̷̧̨̀́̕͞ ̵̞͔͓͉̰̣͎̠̖̮̯͍̙̬̙̩̬͇̰̹̰̫͎͔̬̜͖̝̲͇͓͔͋̑ͣ̿ͩͦ͂̌ͤ̓̃͢͡͞ͅ҉̧̛̕͟͠҉̴̧́̀͘͠͠҉̷̴̡̨̀̀͜͡͝͝͠w̷̷̛̗̰̦͍͕̜̘̮͔̫͕̮̰̫͉͍̝͖̱̘ͭ̇ͤ̅͛͛̅ͫ̋ͨ̀͐̂̍̌ͦ̐̚͘̕͘͘͜͝͝͝ͅ͏̴̀́͜͜͡͝͝͞͝h̶͍͍͓̮͈̦̜̻̥͉̮̼͙̮̮̗̤͈̳͈͓̳̟̫̭̳̯̟͍̬̋ͨ͆̆̏̀͗̚͏̵̨͘̕͟͞͠͡ÿ̸̷̴̶̨͙͔̳̳̤͖̫̗̝͍͙̦̰̗̥͈̗̗̩̻̰̞͎͉̟̲̝̗̲̗̟͓̗̋́́́͟͜͢͡͝͠͡͝҉͏̶̡̨͢.̢̛̮͖̯̲̳͓͗ͯ͐ͧ̅ͯ͗̋ͣͥ̋́̾ͨ͆̈́̂̚̚҉̛͜҉̷̴̶̵̴̵̡̧̛̀͘̕͟͟͢͢͝͡.̴̶̸̷̍́̃́̉̀̊̈́̐͌́ͥ͑̓͗̅̄ͤ͑̓͗ͯͣ́̀̚̕̕̕͘͢͝͝͞j̻̗͚̜̝̗̙̤͛̏ͬ͌͂̃̿͞͏̷̵̵̸̶̵̨̡̕͢͜a̧̛̱̖̳̖͖͈̭̖͕̦̫̗̝͇̟͍̙̰̳͈̭̬͚̱͕͍̠̘͑̈͋̂ͨ̌ͤ͌̓͑̓̆͆ͪͮ͐ͧ͝͝͠ͅḳ̴̴̡̧̢̨̯̩̬̮͙͎̗̥̹̫̞͔̲͚͈̩̙̪̰͕̃̅̿̆̿́́́̀͜͜͟͠͡͠͠҉̵̸͢͟͡͞͡҉̢̢̀a̤̰̼̹͚̙͍͙͕̘̥͙͎̲̻̙͇̹̦̫̪̬̦̻̼̳͓̼͔̹̠̾ͫ̾͛̇̓͌̓ͯ̅̃ͫ̍̊̀͐ͬͧ̀ͅ͏́͞҉̴̶̢̧̡̛̛̀̕͘͜͞͝ķ̸̷̩̼̯͕̦̩͚̥̺̘̠̰͖̰̬͎̦̜̦̺̻͍̤̖̖͉͇͎͗͑̏ͬ̈́ͧͣͤͪͮ̎͘͟͜͞͝҉̴̷̧̛̀͢͞͝͏̶̡̛͝a̡̢̦͇͇͚̤͔͈̞̫̦͎͉̪̖̟̲͇͖̣͚͈͔̹̬̙͈̘̦̮͕͚͇͉̬̎̓̾̓ͤ̒̋ͪ̈̊ͮ̊̅̏ͪ͗͌́͘͟͟͟͜ͅb̳̠̱͉͉͍̗̜͙͈̹̫͙̟̰̻̤̰̳͕͉̳̩͕̗̎̓ͩ̀ͫ͛̆͐̓͂̄̌̋̃̆͛͐͒̋̆͑̌͛͠҉̸̴̡̢̕̕͟͞͞͏҉̸̷̸̧̡̢̧̛͢͢͞͡͠ṡ͎͕̹̳̤͒̌ͦ̎ͪ͆ͯ̔͏̵̸̴̸̷̵̸̨̡̢̢̡̀͟͟͢͝͝͞͠͡͏̸̢́͘ĩ̻̖̰̇͑́͏̴̴̷̸̷̧̡̧̀́͘̕͢͝҉̧͜͠͡͠d̷̴̸̷̷̶̸̵̸̡̨̢̛͓̜͉̭͍̖̟̖̙͍͔̣̼̻̪̜͙̦͂ͭ̈́̒͒͗̀ͫ̅̒̇ͮ̑͘͘͘͢͢͜͜͜͜͝͞͝͝ḋ̠͉̺͔̦͓̰̫̮̫̭̦̫̠̙͈̟̦͔̮͈̤̣͔̱̻̜ͫ̊҉̴̶̡̢͘̕͏̴̸̴̧̛̛̀͢͢͟͡͠͝b̶̧̫̦̪͇̻̼̱͚̹̞̟̟̮̙͇̲̥̮͎̺̳̩̰̫̳ͪͮ͂ͤ̆̎ͨͨ̽̉͋̀̂̋̀́́ͯ̚͘̕͟͟͢͏̸̧̕͢҉̷̷̡̢́͟͢͞͠s̨̡̲̭̠͈͈͎̥̺̘̼̪͍̞ͧ̔̕͜i̸̷̷̶̵̢̢̡̨̡̢̧̙̤̫̖̦̗̤̟̟̼̼̣̱̩̯̝͔̗̳͍̳͋̿ͣ͊̋̏͌͌͌̾̋̈́̏̈́ͮ̔ͦ̚͢͟͠͠͡ͅ҉̸̕͡s̞̪̠̙̝ͨ͏͟͡҉̴̡͘͡҉̕͘k͍̳̟̝͖̙̖̤̪̺͖̠̲̺͓͚̠̠̮̳̻͇͇̠̼̖̻̠͚̲̩̦͕͉͓̳̙̪͌̽̑͛̏͒̓ͫ͐̚҉̸̸̸̷̢̧̧̡̨̡̨̨̢̨̀̀̕̕͘̕͟͜͜͢͟͝͞͠͝͡͠
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"Aaaaaagh!!", grabbing her head with one hand, Yuri let out a pained scream and dropped to her knees. The sound of the metal blade against the floor felt almost deafening for her.

Panting heavily, Yuri took a couple of seconds to recover while the stinging pain in her head reduced. She sat on the floor, leaning her back against the counter and looked at the kitchen knife again.

She took it again.

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̢̢̨̡̛̘̻̗̬̹̬̪̗͙̲̜̹̙͓̥̉̋́͟͠͝͡ͅą̵̳̟̱͙̌ͨ̔̂ͫ̂͂͂̍͒ͥ̏̏̂̊̈̈́̀́̕͟ȟ̴̵̶͇̞̯͎̮͔̲͙̞̱̓̂̔̓̄̆͒́̌͑̉͛ͥ͗ͧ͗̊͒̂ͩ͑͌̾͋̉̈́́̚͘͡͠͠͠͏̵̶̨́͠͡͡ś̷̴̡̛̛̖̪̥̑͛̾͛ͧ͂͘͢͢͝͏̸̨̛̛͟͜͠͠j̤ͧͦ͌̆̀̅͑̒̾̆̑͂ͭͫ͊̐ͥ̀ͫͩ̐̄̒͑́̎͌̚҉̴̡̡̛̛̛̀́͜d̷̸͚̖̳̜͕̞͖̳̞̮̼͉̏ͮ̈́͜͟͡h̶̨̬̯̠͉̯̭̳͉̰̹̗̙̠̙͍̻̞̘̒ͪ͒ͥ̑̿̈̅̉ͦ͐̈́́͌̌̎ͪ͌ͧ̈́̓ͨͮ̃ͮ̃̌̀́͘͡d̶̵̸̵̸̷̴̢̢̧̛͎̹̘̗̙̗͚̥͕̳̥̩̫͙̗̣̩̎͛ͪͤ̔̄͆ͤ͆̿̅̐̀́́́̀̀͘͘͟͢͜͢͟͜͢͠͞͠͝i̷̢̢̨̛̛̛͎͚̬ͮ͐̑͊ͫͫ̆͋̓͊̿̄̂ͤ͗ͣ͌̀́̕͘͘͟͞ẽ͚͉̰̫̬̞͖̳͖̱͔̰̻͔̖̱͉̩̓̾ͤ͂̐ͩͩͅ͏̶̶̨̧̧͘͢҉̷̵̡̀̕͟b̶̵̩̘́̑͐̑͂ͣ̒́̔̒͏̡̡̛͝f̸̢̧̫̗̭̗̩̙̫͙̥̒ͣ͒͂̑̈́ͤ́͑̑́͡͠͏́l̛̲̤̯̹̳̱͚̪̺̜̳̤͍̟͕̰͈͞ͅ͏̶̶̷̧̧̀́́̀͢͠͞҉҉͏̶̶̢̧̨̛̀̕͠͞e̶̸̶̡̡̧̧̡̨̹ͯͣͫ͐ͥ̕͢͢͝͡͝͏̡͢e̴̹͙̳̘͎̻̻̮̥͎͈ͫ́͒̂̀̄́ͬ͗ͨ̾ͤ̽͒̏̎̂͐̊ͥ͏̴̧̢̀́͜o̢̺̰̖̥͈̹̳̖̝̻͇̾̆̄̓ͫ̋̉̃ͯ̇ͩ̍͂ͭ̑̒̐̾ͯ̚̚͡ḽ̗̦̮̭͚̭̪̣̜̪̯͖͂͒̇̐̋̓ͨͬ̽̋̓͂̉̆̒̐͋ͣ͘͡s̶̴̷̵̗̹̺͔͕̲̖̱̫͚̣̤͚̼̿ͧ̍͗̈ͤ͆ͫ͗̄̔̔͑̑̎͋̑̆ͥ̑̔́ͫͬ͆̑͆̕̕͜͜͝͞ͅ͏̵̸̡͜҉̷̧ļ̡̞̹͔̩̗̻̥̱͎͒͗͆̆ͩ̅ͪͦͮ̈́ͣͧͤ̏̾̓̾̍́ͤ̾ͮ̓́̀͘͜͢͟͝͞͝҉̴̶̵̷̶̵̧̢̨́͟͝͏̸̵̧̕̕͟͏̵̛͘͞͠͞s̴̢̛̳̘̘̹̩ͤ̇ͭ̒͟͢҉̕l̸̶̴̢̢̛̲̤̩͗̉͛ͯ̾ͭͯ̌́͡͏́s̡̛̛͈ͫ̔̌̍ͮͩ͗̚͜͝͞ͅ҉͠n̷̸̷̵̡̨̨̧̡̹̥͉̟̼̹̹̺̫̟̯̭̦̣̤̟͖̼͖̊ͫ̊̃ͨ͂̒ͯ̊̑ͧͯ̑̉͐̂͌̾͒̉ͧ̓ͮ͗ͯ͌͑́̚̕͢͠҉̶̧͢͠͏̸̢̨͜҉ş̵̶̢̨̡̛͎̺̜̭͇̗̼̙̜̟ͧͥ̀ͯͧ̂̒̇̈́ͬͫ̂̍̅͘͢͢͞͠͡͡͠͠͡ͅͅ҉̸̷̴̶̵̢̨̢̢̢̛́̕͜͢͠͞͝͝͡ ̱̝̘̲̩̯̱͖̒҉̵̶̸̡̢́́̕͟͜į̢̥̼͔̹̳̟̼͔̼̗̬͙͊͂ͨ̐͂ͣ͛͊ͩ̀́̇ͧͦ̐͆͒̓̇̋̊̒̚͟͜͜t̛̛̛̙̜͇̦̟̻̎ͬ̅̈́ͤͫ̅ͫͣ͗̐͐̂͑́̽̌͒̊ͣ̿͌͒̂̕ h̴̨̨̛̛̬̺͚̰͔̋̄̈́̏͋̇̅̆̇͆ͨ̄ͪ̿ͮͭͨ̔͐͒ͧ͌ͭͧ̔̆͂͋́͘͜͜͡͝͝ͅü̶̜̞͇͎̖̝͍̫͎̤̰̠͚͇͖̫̭͖͇͆̈́̈́͂̀͆͛ͬͬ̌̐̒͑̎͗̊̆͋̌̋̾́r̵̶̸̶̶̢̡̹͎̽̏̇̔̀͘͢͢͝͠͝͡t̴̢̛͙͖̮͎͉̬̦̬̩̝̠̦͚ͬ̐͢͞͝͏̛̕̕͠s̷̷̶̷̛͕̻͖͚̜̳̯͈͓̳̯̳̬͕̼̣̺̖̩ͫ͆ͣ̏̑͆ͥ̄́̅̌̏̋̄̀̿̊̌̍̾ͥͬ̀͘̕̕͡͠҉ ̡͕̰̬̟̖͔͍͍̤̟̹̱͍̳́͗͐̾̒̓̈́ͅĵ̋ͤ͆ͬ̏ͤ̐̈́̀̊͊̈́̍ͯ͐̽̂̆͊̍̚͢҉̨͢͡͏̸a̵̸̷̷̶̢̡̡̧̨̧̘̞̯̼̦ͪ̿̌ͩ̋̽̍ͥ̊̑̔̎̃̽̀̔̒̆͋ͮ̈ͦͣ̀͘̕͘͢͢͢͢͢͜͟͡͝͡͡͝͠͡҉͏í̴̶̷̸̴̶̴̖̘͈̤̖̟̺̖͉̙̥̥̗̜̘ͦͫ̿ͥ͑̔̌͐̆́ͨ̿́̀̀̕͟͟͜͡͝͏̸̵̶̡́͘͘͡͝͏a̲͍̲̬̳̰͚̫͕̥̬̯̙̖̼̠ͦͮ͊ͮ̓͛ͤ̉̓̓̇ͬͥ̎̏̾̾̇͗̕҉̡͏̶̸̵̴̢̨̛̀́͜͝͡҉̵̵̸̧̢̨̡̛́́́͘͜͜͜͟͟͞͝͝͞b̴̷̶̡̛͓̥͕͙̄͆̋̐ͬͪ͒̌ͣͭ̽̍ͭ͂͊́͢͢͢͢͏̸̧̀͜͞͡҉̷̴̸̸̧̨̛̛̀̕͠į̸̴̨̡̯̼̪̼ͥͮ̕͠s̸̶̷̷̡̡̪̭̫͉̺̩̥̗͔̮͙̟̘͖̣͔͖̉ͮ̓̅̂̅ͬ͊ͥ͛́ͭ͑̍ͤ̈̍̚̚͡͡͡҉͏̵̶̢̧̛̛̀̕͟͝͞͡҉̸͏҉̧̀̕̕ņ̶̸̸̵̨̧̛̝̮͍̞̹̠̱̰͎͎͉͓̠͗ͧ̾ͪ͌ͮ̈́͑̒͛̒ͫ̈́ͩͪ̌ͪ̇̾̋͐̑́́́͘͘͘͟͝͝͡͞҉͞҉̶̷̷̵̧̡̀̀͘͘͢͜s̍̓̄̒ͯ̋l̴̷̸̛̛͓͍̝̼̝͔͚̩̘̹̉ͨͫͤ̕͘ę̴̵̡͓͇͎̳̼͑̄́̆ͫ̾̒͐ͪ͢͟͜͞͡͏̶̵̴̢̡̢̧̛̀̀̕͢͠͡͠͝͠n̶̶̶̢̗̻̗͙̼̼̹͉̠̼͚̰̦̯̖̲̦̤ͫ̀̕͘͜͟͝͞ͅ͏̸̷̴̸̶̵̷̶̡̢̨̛́̀́̕͘͢͟͜͠͞e҉̷̡̡͢͞ş̸̴̶̴͇̥͖̘͈͔͇̬̥̰͎̺̬ͯ̐ͥ̋̅̋͑ͩ͌̐̑̽ͧ͂̆̏ͧ̑ͨͮ̀ͨ̍̈̆ͨ͆̇͘͜͢͏҉̸̶̸̨̨̢͢͟͟҉̵̡͡͝l̜̰̳̳͉ͤ͐ͤͦ̾ͬ̓͌ͤ̃ͨͦ̐̓̉ͦ̓̅͌l̫̳̝̫̖̬̘ͫͤ̀̾ͪ͐̏͒̄͑̽ͨ̏̈́͒ͫ̓̿̑ͩ̆͢s̨̤̜̙̙̒ͭ̀͜͝͠҉̷̢́҉̷͞l̵̮̲̞̻͕̖͓̟̲̭͈̝̜̰̮̳̥ͧ͘͟͟͢҉̶̸̡͝a̴̡͍͍̯̱̬͙̲̟̼̠͎̹͖̮̐̅ͮ͒̍͐̋̈́̓̏͛̃ͣ̊̕͢͞ͅͅ͏̴̵̴̵̵̴̷̶̵̢̧̢̛̛̛̀̀̕͘͟͝͝͡͝͞͝͞͠͡à̴̴̷̡̨̡̬͕͙̗̜͓ͪͥ̈̀̔ͫ̊̑́̀ͨͬ͊ͪ͆̅̔̆̈́̀͢͜͟͞͠͝͞͠b̥͇͕̖̺͉̳̺̱̲̅ͥ̋͋͑͏̧̛҉̷̴̶̵̨̢̨̢̢́͢҉s͚̝͙̯͑̈́͑ͮ̿͌̒̈́̄̃̔͌͌ͣ͐̋̆͛ͨ̔͌̅͆҉҉̵̡̀͘͢͟͢͝͏̵̸̶̶̨̛̛̛́̕͢͜͞͠͞͞v̵̸̸̴̨̛͙̯̠̻̦̩̙̱̰ͯ͐̓͗͒̑͆̍ͥ̆ͫ̋̑ͫ̍ͩ̈ͬ̀͒ͮ̆͑̈́̚͜͞҉̀̕̕͡͡d̹̲̈̇̆͊̉͌͐̃ͩ̓̌̄̂̋̒͋͌̉ͥ̾ͨ͋ͪ̓̾͆̀͏̀͞͡͝͡҉̷̶̷̴̵̧̛́̕̕͜͢͡͡j̷̶̴̶̸̨̧̨̬̞͓͖̲̪̞̜͈͓̻̮͒͊ͩ̽̀́̀̚͘͢͞͞͝҉̸̧̢̡̀͟d̶͖̱̩̰̲̤̼͔̟̘̟̩͔͕͕ͮ͛ͦ͋̾͒̌̊ͮ̐ͮ́͢͠͡҉̶̸̶̴̡̧̀́́͞͞͝҉̷̢̡̛̛j̷̴̸̸̶̵̶̷̡̨̡̡̡̨̛̛̛̭͇̼̳̦̫̙͇̲̪̻̯̞̖̝̘̾̀̀̀̕̕̕̕̕͘͜͜͢͞͡͝͡͞͠d̢̨̛͎̰̮̥͕̤ͧ̕͘͜͝ͅi̸̴̵̷̸̷̧̡̛̛͓̙͖͈̜̹͚̭̣̖̫̥͍͌ͨ̈ͣͬ͗̆ͭ͛͑ͫ͑̏ͭ̆ͪ̈́̇ͨͦ̀́̀͘͘͟͟͡͞͝͡ͅ͏̛̀̀̕͟͞͏̢̢͢͠d̸̺̻̫͈̗͇̼͈͓͈̺͚̱̫͉̤̮̰̹̽̌̉̓́͋͠҉̷̶̶̨̢̀͢͢͜͏͘͢n̶̸̶̶̴̢̨͔̞͙̺̼̠̟̱̙̽ͦ́̓͆͌̆̅ͥ̂̀̾̂̈̀͑͛̍̾͊̃̈͗̀́͘͘͞͏̸̛́́͠
̸̵̬͎͉̬̤̺͖͙̟̌̋̎́̑̄̄̐͛ͯ̆̎ͪͤ̒ͥͬ͆̿̓͋ͯͤ͒̏ͮ̚͞҉̀͜
̸̸̡̢̓͛͆̈́ͯ͌̍͆ͨ͂̆ͩ̂̍͗̓͑ͦ̑̓͋̋́̚̚̚͟͜͝͠͡҉͢҉͏̨Ş̷̸̛̦͔̟̙̻͙̞͍͇̃͊ͨ͒̓ͧ̒ͤ̄́̄ͯͫ̋͆̽͒̀͟͝ţ̤̘͇̤̳̖̯͈͔̪̤̠̱͈̭͕͙̈́ͅͅǫ̶̸̵̴̴̸̨̢̢̧̨̛̼̣̒̓̎̉̿͒̀͘͢͟͢͡͝͡͏p̶̼̩̜̜̩͐̓̈ͩ̈́̓͆͑͐̿̇ͤ̉̓̂ͨ͑̈͐̾̐͘͟͟͏͡
̷̴̩̟͚͉͖̟̩͙͙̤͍̙̰̝͓̟̐͆ͫ̓͑ͩ̄̏̆͐̃ͤ́͂ͧ͂̔̿͘͢͜͡͏̢͘͢͏̀҉͏́
̶̵̷̷̸̵̢̛̛̛̼̜̲͉̞̮̪̘̗̬̻͓̘̀̀̕͜͢͝͞҉̴̴̢̧̛̛́̀͡͡Ỳ̬͕̽͆̈ͫ̀̓̎̅̂̒ͣ͑̑̔͑ͥͤͥ͡õ̢̃͊͗ͭ̆ͥ̎͑̿̓ͨͩͪ̂͌̐ͯ̓̅͛͐ͩ̾ͩ̓ų̷̴̷̵̶̡̛̳̙͎͚̼̲̻̟͙͓ͭͯ̀̕͘͡͠ ̴̸̢̞̙̰̳̖͍͒̿̑̄͐̿ͥͪ̏̒ͮ̇̊ͧ̈̎ͦ̆ͣͧ̀̚̚͘͜͞ņ͈͚̼̪̜̼̜̤ͭͬͤ͌̇̿ͧ̌͋ͯ̎ͧ̎ͮ͗͆͆͗̂ͧͭ̀̕͜͏͏e̷̡̬̤̫̤̫̬̣͇̼̩̺̲̾͒̓͂͑̿̾̌͒͗́̚ē̡̩͙̭̺̝̙͍̩̠̹̓̓̄̌̓ͤ̎͒̅̈́̾̄̈̾ͮͫͥ̋̄̔ͤ̈̎̍̑̉̐̀͜͠͞͡͠͡͏̴̧̛́͏̵͏͢͢͏̴̴̢̧̢̛́̀̕͜͜͜͞͠͞͡͡͠d̷̴̶̢̧̧̠͇͍͉̼̮̩̼̝͇̞͔̝̜̠̂̓ͧ̎̾̀͛͛ͧ̆̐ͭ̉̅ͦͪ͒́ͥ̉̍͂͆́͢͜͠͝ͅ ̵̵̷̶̶̨̧̧̛͇̹͕͓̱̠̲̭̭̪̮̟͇͔̪̮̬̬̜ͧͭ̔̈́͛̽̃ͪ̆ͬ͆̌̈́̐̅̒̐̀́́͢͠͏̷̸̵̧̢̨̧͘͟͜͟͡͏̵̢̛̀̕̕͜͞
͚̠͉̮͔̥͉̮̓̾͛
̦͍̺̙̩͔̹̱͓͔͈͎̐ͩ͏̴̵̶̸̧̡̢̧̢̀́̀͘͟͢͠͡҉̸̕͜҉̶̵̸̴̡̀͢͜͠͡͡͏̵̀t̙̻͕͈̞̮̰̠̬̖͗̒ͪ̓̋̅̀ͅơ̸̴̷̲̗̖̯̳͇̖̩̰͎͚̺̝͖̙̳͗ͨͥ͆͌͒̅̂͌̇̂͒͆͟͟͞ͅ͏͢͡ ̠̘͍̹͈̦̎̅̑ͧͩ̐͌ͤ̃̿̃̔̅̏ͥ̎̔͏̵̶̡̢̛͘͜͢͜͞͝͠͝͡͠҉s̛̺͍̞̗͉̦̗̥̥̼̺̱̟̖̪͍̠̩ͤ̓͆̃̂ͨ̓̏̉͊̔̇ͦ̈̐̈ͭ̓̒̃̍ͣ͒ͤ̓͆̒́͘͝t̴̡̢͕̠̦ͤ̌̿́̓ͧ͊̏ͧͭ̏̍ͥ̋̎̓̒̈ͯ̄ͣ́̚̕̕͘͢͟͠͝͏̡͘̕͟͟͡͝͏o̶̸̵̷̢̭̮̺̣̍̎̔͊͐ͩ̊͛ͥͩͨͧ̈͋̕̕͢͢͟͟ṗ̵̷̴̵̨̡̧̞͈̩̳͈͇̮͂́̀͌ͪͦͥ̓͑ͤͯͮͪ̉̾ͭ̈́ͭ̇͑̈̿ͯ̀̚̚̕͘͘̕͘͘͘͢͢͠͝͠ͅͅ҉̧͏̵̧̢̧̀͘͡͡͝
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It was useless.

The mere fact of holding that knife sent a wave of electricity to her body, one that didn't feel good. It left her shaking, her head stinging and her forearms itching more than ever.

Yet, this wasn't the first time this had happened.

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September 22nd 2017

"Don't", was what the lips of the dark figure outside in the rain appeared to say. The clattering sound of the knife that fell on the sink still echoing in her ears.

Yet, unconsciously, Yuri searched for it while still looking at the dark figure outside. Her hand felt the familiar cold of the blade.
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̸̛̯̰̮̗͎͍͕̭͐ͬ͆̅ͨ̑̂̽̅ͭͨ͆̀̀͝
͕̘̬̦̅ͬ̒̃ͤ͗̇̌͊ͮ̋͐ͅa̶̷̷̡̼̗̖̝͚͕̻͔͎̦̱̻̖̮͈͖̫͓̩̗̼̜͖̓̇̂̍ͣͯ͋ͪͨ̐ͤͥ̈͋͑̎͂ͫ͒̄̅̔́̀͢͠a̪̤͔̱͔͍͍̤̪͋̄ͧ̄̾̄̍͂ͭ͗̀̏ͦ̋͒ͭ̿̂̚a̛̟͚̰̭̖̠̻͚̝̹̳͖̳̻̥̜̹̫̪̣̘̣̩a̴̵̸̢̢̡̡̢̛̪̹̥̰̣̹̹̖̞̗̘̺̠̖̼̹̮̜̬̩͇̳͎̗̒͆͒ͪ̊̈̓͐̊̀́̕̕̕͘͝͝͏̸̢̢́͘͟͝͡ã̷̵̴̢̨̛̛̼̘̳͎̳̼̮͈̳̖̓̓̈́̈́̏͊͒̅̔̀͟͟͝͞͞͝͝͏͝ą̟̠ͤ̓͊ͨ͐͌̍̈͐ͬ̉́ą̸̨̹͎̙͚̭͕͓̭̥̺̳̲͙̠̯̺̞̲̯̾͆̃̐͂̏̑ͧ̍͐̇̎̄͑͑̿̆ͧ͊ͪ̍ͮ̓̽̓ͨ̌̄g̵̵̴̵̸͎̰͇̝͕̼͍͇͈̬͇̤͉̫̱̳͎̰͇̤̩̖̤͊̍͗͑ͬ̈̀͆̈̽̎͆̉̔̈́̔̑͊̾ͯ͊̂͒̊̔ͤͦͤ́́̚̕͢͟͟͝͝͏̶҉̧̕͏̵g͍̳̤̲̩̱̼ͣͥ̌̌ͫͥ̋̽̔ͯ͗̓̄ͭͣ̂̉͝g̲̲̻͉̺͔͉̼̺̖̺̤̮̠̩͍͇ͣ̐͋̅̚g̹̘̱͕̜̗̙̪̯̺͚͎͍͈̻̬͍͓̭̙͎̰̘̬̎ͪͫ̃͂͌̐͒͆̒̄͌̌͏̧҉̴̢̛͜͢͠g̩̜̖͖͕̼͕͚̥̘͍͖ͭ̇ͥͬ̋͑̒͑ͮ̒̉̓̍̂͆̆̉́̇ͫ̓͒̇͂͑̎͋́͛̓̐́ͮ͋͆̚ͅg̶̶̢̲̙̭̠̭̫̻̻̭̬͖̫̭̝̞̱̪̘ͫ̈́ͬ͜͏̴̸̢͘h̢̫͔̘̹̞̲͉̦̠̼̱̊ͦ͆͌ͦ̌ͤ͒̎̅ͥ̃̂͒ͨ̚͢ͅh͖̗̮͎̖͎̺̣͔͙̠ͦ͗ͪ̒ͫ̈́͗͟͠h̸̲͓̫̳̣̠̩͇͗̏ͫ̏̃ͭ̍́̿ͪ̍̈́͑̀͠ͅh̡̥̟͙͔̻̪̅͑̿̋ͧ͌̈́̈̄̒̊ͦͪ̌ͮ̔͂̑́̆̉ͬ̒͗ͬ̐͋́͏̛́̕͢͡͞ḩ̶̴̸̷̢̧͎͔̦̺̹̲̋ͨ̑̕͟͟͠͝͏̴̶̧͏̵̴̶̧̧̛̕͢͢h̸̶̵̨̢̢̢̡̧̡͖͚͓̟͔͔̯̦͇̤̤͎̦͖̲̱̓͊̅̾̆̒́͒̈ͣͪ͒ͬ̇ͭ̐ͬ͐̈͐̊̎͒̄̚͜͜͠͝͠͞ͅ!̅̒̅ͯͪ̊̓͌ͮ̉ͮ̍͗ ̶̻͈̱̜̟̯̺̮͈̞͚̦͔͓̜̬̿͆͠͠͏̡́͘͠
̶̸̧̢̛̙̯͍͚̙̏̿ͯͬ͂̂̄͐̀ͣ͌̾͊ͥ͋͌ͯͩͬ̄ͫͮ̆̋̆ͦ̓͟͢͜͞͝͠҉̸̨̨̢͘̕͜͝
̸̧̧̢̛͓͕̣͚͔͇̟̥̜͎͈̲̳̻̺̗͖̣͚̣͂̄ͤͩͪ̂͌͗̓̊̈́̏͗ͫ͐̀̒ͮ̆̇ͩ̃ͮ͒͐̄̃̌ͦͮ̋ͩ̎̍̚̕͘͟͞Ș̺͔̭̮͍͈̯͇̺̞̬̹̜͇͔ͭ̉̔͋ͧ̐̎́ͬ͛̇͌̄̽̒ͥ̈́̓͂̒̔ͥ̉̏̿͏̴̷̡̢̛́͘̕͟͟͠ţ̵̸̡̧̯̟̥̭̣̭̣͙̝͙̣͖͈̋̏͂͂̓̂̈́ͩ̈ͪͩͣͨ̈́ͦ͗̐̓̆ͨ͗ͯͯ̽̾ͭͥͥ̋ͤ͗̒͜͡͞͡͡ͅơ̵̸̶̴̸̧̢̢̢̧̠̻̙̫̠̺̤̙͜͝͡͞͠͏̧̧p͇̟̩̠͓̖̞͉̜͍̪̟͎̬̠̹͖͊̀̾̏͒̽ͫ̈͆̃ͩ̊͑̿̆ͧ͊͂ͦͫͭ͋ͥͫ͗̒ͧͫ̆̌̐ͤͅ͏̸̴̡̛̀̀̀̀̕͞͡͠͏!̶̨̨̨̡̛̯̟̹͓̮͓͉̙̬̟͈͙̐͂̏̿̊ͥ͛͗̾ͬ̓͂ͭͣ͂ͤ͑̀ͫͬͫ̄ͪͨͫ̂͗́́̚͘͠͡҉
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She barely stood on her own two feet. Yuri instinctively held from the sink to not lose her balance. The stinging pain on her head like a giant needle going through her brain and digging deep into it.

She looked at the window again when she could. The figure had gone.

Yuri took a moment to catch her breath. The pain had caused her to breath irregularly, feeling as if she had just ran a marathon.

And again, she tried to grab the knife.

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̸̶̨̧̢̡̛͇͕͓̖̩̮̩̪̪͕̹̗̳͔̹̘̪͎̘͈͔̌͂̆̍ͤ͘͘͟͝͠͡ͅͅ͏̸͠͝

This time she didn't have time to grab onto anything. Like someone who inadvertently ran into an electrified fence and shot back from the sudden explosion, Yuri fell on her rear on the floor with her head pounding like crazy.

But she still had enough consciousness to ask herself. What was that thing resounding inside her head everytime she touched the knife?

Along with the stinging pain, a strange buzzing sound took over her head. Like a poor radio transmission that was coming from somewhere far far away, she believed there was some words there that she could barely distinguish.

"Stop!"

"No!"

"This will only..."

But what was more worrying wasn't the strange words. It was the awfully familiar voice that spoke them.
She knew that voice from somewhere, but she couldn't put her finger on who yet.

Once the pain in her head stopped, Yuri got up and looked at the knife still on the sink. She hesitated to touch it again, she was scared like an animal from the fire, she knew it would burn.

At least for the moment, she had put aside her guilt about what happened with Natsuki earlier. She wasn't thinking of punishing herself anymore.

She touched it, nothing happened.

Yuri decided to go to her room and not think about anything else for the rest of the night, she only wanted to sleep and to forget the pain she had caused to her pink haired girl.

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The memories from that day were still fresh, it had been just two weeks since.

That was the last time she had tried hurting herself, scarring herself, punishing herself. The scary sensation she felt that night the following weekend after that was stronger than her. She wanted to punish herself but she couldn't do it and one odd thing, she also felt like someone was watching her.

Luckily for her, the Monday after Natsuki and her make peaces and after that, everything had gone great again. There was no urge, no need and not even the thought of punishing herself anymore.

Natsuki had been showing to her the wonders of life. So many beautiful things and experiences she had been missing because of her own self-destructive ideas.

Little by little she started to convince herself that she too deserved to be happy. That maybe not everyone would like her or agree with her but as long as she had that one person that did, she'd be okay.

She wanted and hoped Natsuki could be that person.

And Natsuki sure was showing that she wanted to be that person for her too. She had saved her in many ways. She was her knight in pink armor. A pretty, adorable but always feisty knight.

Despite the many times something suddenly got in the way between them, making her think and scaring her that her relationship with Natsuki could be over, just like that, they always got through every obstacle one way or another.

She felt guilty sometimes of having Natsuki doing so much for her and even risking her own well being for her to the point sometimes, her own insecurities came back to haunt her and tell her maybe she'd be better without her.

But the love she felt for her was too addictive and she just wanted more of it and specially, she was craving for some from her.

However, when things seemed to go well and just about to get even better, her past came back to haunt her in the form of Kaede Aoyama.

That one and only girl that she once thought would be the one to finally love her.

The problem was, she wouldn't be the only one she'd love but one of many and unlike her, Yuri didn't think she'd have that option and Kaede knew that. Yuri did too.

And when Kaede came back she remembered.
All that happiness that recently surrounded her suddenly turned into a thin glass that shattered with the dim breeze Kaede's words caused.
She had to return to reality again.

However, as much as all those felt and seemed like dreams and illusions, at least Natsuki was still real.

Everytime their eyes met she couldn't tell which one of the two realities was the right one but she still didn't have the courage to take the risk of losing the one already stablishd for one that still had that what if element and a bad ending on one side of it.

Kaede's words always present in her mind remembered how fragile those dreams could be and how easily it could be for her to lose it all.

But once Kaede was away, Natsuki came back and with her, that other reality she thought had lost.
Not only that, Natsuki seemed ready and determined to take the next step so both could ensure that was the reality that prevailed.

And once again, something happened.

Kaede then came back and let her know which was her true ending here. Natsuki had gone and seemingly to not come back.

That's what she believed.

But the knocking on her door, almost desperate and louder by the second, broke her out of her train of thought.

She had caught her breath and the pounding on her head had gone but she still was afraid of that knife so she didn't even touch it and hoped it didn't have to be seen for now.

Yuri quickly shook some dust off her long skirt as she hurried to the door and brushed her hair and she was thankful that she did so once she opened it as a pink haired girl stood before her.

She didn't even realize, her heart, mine and body acted as one and it felt good for what it lasted. The mere sight of her pink crush put a smile on her face as she said her name.

"Natsuki...", their eyes met and that didn't allow Yuri to see the sweat on Natsuki's forehead or her slightly scruffy hair due to the wind blowing as she ran there, all she saw was that magenta color that made her feel much much better.

"Happy to see me I see", despite her appearance, Natsuki had already caught her breath while she waited for Yuri to open. "H-Hi", Yuri still was a bit confused but not any less happy on the inside and outside.

"I came back to get to the bottom of this, where's that stupid bitch??", Natsuki quickly demanded as she invited herself into Yuri's house like she owned the place, of course taking off her shoes at the entrance first.

"I hear you Natsuki!", her voice finally came from upstairs and once it reached Yuri's ears, her mind went to that scared state again. Her smile had gone and her fingers and lower lip began to quiver.

But Natsuki this time was prepared and quickly noticed this. She grabbed Yuri's hand firmly and squeezed it to try to break her from that spell and luckily it seemed to work.

The shine on Yuri's eyes came back as she lifted her gaze and then turned to the side to see the girl holding her hand. That small and soft but somehow strong hand wrapping around hers and those magenta eyes looking back at her.

"I won't leave you alone this time", Natsuki said with a kind smile. Yuri smiled back and nodded, her eyes wanted to let out a couple of tears of relief but she held back to allow Natsuki to act first.

Natsuki and Yuri went upstairs without saying a word and headed to Yuri's room. There both found the dark brown haired beauty on her bed, already on her fancy underwear, laying on her stomach and looking at her phone.

"I see you brought your little friend with you... You really can't go anywhere without her, she's like your loyal puppy, wait no, she's more like a kitten", Kaede giggled. She had opened the front camera to use it like a mirror and look at the pink and purple girls there standing on the door frame.

"Anyways, I love threesomes so I don't mind if she joins, I actually want to taste you too", Kaede blew a kiss at the pink girl from the camera, still not bothering to turn around and face them properly. "Cut the crap, I'm here to demand answers from you, you fancy ass bitch", Natsuki replied feisty as ever.

"Wow, so aggressive! Spank me, baby~", Kaede continue to mock her and lifted her butt a little. "You freaking...", Natsuki's eyebrow was twitching from anger and her teeth gritting.

"Although I don't know what answers are you talking about... If you make me cum I'll answer anything you want~", Kaede licked her lips. "I'm getting tired of your shit!", Natsuki finally had enough. She let go of Yuri's hand much to Yuri's concern but she didn't even have time to stop her.

Natsuki stormed to the bed and grabbed Kaede by the shoulder to force her to turn around and face her. Kaede easily laid on her back and smirked at the angry pink girl.

"Tell who the fuck- aah... Are... You...", Natsuki kept gripping her shoulder but Kaede used her other hand to reach Natsuki's head. The pink girl then felt how Kaede's fingers caressed behind her ear and it felt surprisingly good to the point her body softened.

Kaede took the chance now that the grip on her shoulder had weakened and pulled Natsuki onto the bed, making her lay next to her. The taller girl quickly wrapped her right around hers and used the left knee to rub it between her thighs, her hand still spoiling behind her ear and the other now rubbing her fingertips on her lower back.

It all had happened in one second and Natsuki found herself unable to fight back. Her body was quickly feeling hotter and hotter and moreover, her mind was getting dizzy.

"What... The hell... How is this bitch... Doing... This... Ah... I... My body... It feels.... Good.... No... I can't....", Natsuki couldn't even talk. Her breaths were getting heavier, it was hard to breath steady now. "I've never had a girl smaller than me trying to top me~ I honestly like you, Natsuki, now more than ever", Kaede moved her face closer to Natsuki's, the smaller girl  could feel her hot breath on her lips now, it smelled nice and it felt fresh,  like mint.

"Maybe... It... Won't be... So bad... Maybe just... A littl-!", Natsuki's body was starting to give in to the extreme pleasure but just before she did so, the corner of her eyes caught that shade of purple still there.

Yuri was standing there not knowing what to do. The moment Natsuki let go of her hand, her mind and body were taken over by insecurity again thanks to the mere sight of Kaede in front of her.

Now seeing both of the girls that represented the two realities she stood between, now leaving her aside caused mixed feelings in her. Sadness, anger, frustration, sorrow, anxiety, fear, so many feelings bottling up but all too strong to keep her frozen.

"Let... Go of me!", Natsuki shouted and   grabbed Kaede's wrist from the hand that was caressing behind her ear, twisting it enough to hurt her and ruin whatever technique her other limbs were using on her to push herself off her and off the bed.

Natsuki felt on her side but quickly got back up and moved away from Kaede. "Ouch~ Come back here kitty~", Kaede said rubbing her wrist to then spread her legs in a suggestive pose and move her index finger back and forth at her.

"This bitch... Is dangerous...", Natsuki thought surprised as she caught her breath, her body was still cooling down. "Hmmm... Well, I'm not gonna leave this urge unattended. Yuri~ Come to me~", Kaede shifted her body towards Yuri and indicated her to come closer with her index finger.

To Natsuki's surprise, Yuri immediately began walking towards her but the pink girl would not allow it as she ran and hugged her from the side to restrain her from going any further.

Natsuki immediately felt Yuri's body tensing up again, she knew Yuri had come back to her earth. "E-Eh? Natsuki...", Yuri said confused as she saw the smaller girl hugging her for dear life.

"Hmm... I see you really like Yuri there...", Kaede said. "That's none of your damn business!", Natsuki replied feisty.

"Come on~ we can have fun the 3 of us, together ♡", Kaede put on a cute yet seductive smile. Natsuki then took a moment to think. This girl was dangerous and surely she was dodging all of her questions. She wasn't strange to violence but she didn't want to solve everything with that, plus Kaede was dangerous in her own way.

Ultimately, Natsuki thought the easiest way to make her talk wouldn't like her, but it was worth trying.

"Alright, I'll join the 3 way, but answer something to me first", Natsuki said serious. "And how do I know you're not trying to fool me?", Kaede asked adjusting her glasses.

"How do you know I am? For what's worth we both don't have any guarantee here but listen, I admit you're... Not bad there and I kinda still want to continue that but I need to understand something first", Natsuki replied.

"And you said you like me too so at least I can guarantee you I won't do anything with you otherwise, so if you really wanna taste me, you'll have to take the risk and take this chance", Natsuki added with a confident smile.

"Hmmmm...mmmmm....mmmm... Okay, ask away", Kaede replied. "S-She's dumber than I thought...or maybe just too horny", Natsuki thought surprised.

"Who are you and why are you here at Yuri's house?", Natsuki asked. She had let go of Yuri to simple held her hand again. "I'm Yuri's girlfriend, I'm here because well, that's what girlfriend's do right?", Kaede replied smugly.

"I don't buy that. Yuri never mentioned you, not even once, plus I'm pretty sure I hadn't seen you around our school before", Natsuki said serious. "That's because I just transferred last week", Kaede replied.

"Then you had a long distance relationship with her or what?", Natsuki asked. "No, not exactly...", Kaede replied.

"Then explain to me how the hell you can say you're her girlfriend!", Natsuki was losing her patience. "We were just taking a break, Yuri knows she will always be mine~", Kaede giggled and winked at Yuri who hid her face behind her hair.

"Bullshit, that's not how a relationship works, Yuri's much better than that!", Natsuki exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around Yuri's arm. The purple one, despite the uncomfortable situation, got a deep blush on her face and felt happy to hear that, smiling to herself.

"Then ask her yourself", Kaede smiled confident. The smile on Yuri's face was wiped out at once with those words. "I will, I trust her and I know she will tell me the truth. Yuri", Natsuki said serious to then let go of her arm and hold her hands between hers.

"Kaede is not your girlfriend, is she?", Natsuki looked at her in the eye as she asked. "I... I don't know...", Yuri was able to keep eye contact for a moment but soon she lowered her head.

"Eh? What do you mean you don't know?", Natsuki asked, she started to feel a bit anxious. "Tell her, Yuri, tell her our nice love story~", Kaede had gone back to lay on her stomach and look at her phone while they talked.

The dark brown haired beauty was confident that Yuri wouldn't dare. She knew her well and if she really felt something for this pink haired girl, she was sure she woudn't have the courage to mention any of that.
After all, who would want to be with someone like her knowing that? Kaede was still surprised at herself from letting her desires be stronger than her common sense.

"I... I-I can't tell you...", Yuri said, her head still low and more ashamed than ever. "If Natsuki knew that part of me... No... She would surely get away from me right now... I don't want that, I want to continue feeling this warmth that her hands share with mine when she holds them, this warmth I feel when she hugs me, when she smiles at me... I don't want to lose it...", Yuri thought, just like Kaede predicted.

"Why not?", Natsuki squeezed her hands gently, her voice showed kindness too. "Y-You... Would... Think I'm...!", Yuri tried to say but Natsuki wouldn't not have any of that.

"Don't speak for me! I said it before and I'll say it again! You don't know what I'm thinking or what I'll think, specially if you don't talk to me, so stop making assumptions about me!", Natsuki grabbed Yuri's face and forced her to look at her. The fear and sadness on those violet eyes she had seen full of life many times almost broke her heart.

"You can tell me anything, I won't judge you and I'll do my best to understand you. I promise, no matter what you say... I-I'll be there for you, I really will be always there for you...", Natsuki said rubbing Yuri's cheeks with her thumbs, her eyes fixated on hers with every word.

Natsuki then realized it.
The right moment had come once again and this time she would not let it get away.

"I trust you, Yuri. I know the kind of person you are. You're beautiful inside and outside and I don't have any doubts about what I feel for-!", before she could go any further the lights went out.

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"Rainmaker!!", her voice had mixed amidst the thousands of others that shouted the same word and yet, she could still tell which one was the one she wanted to hear.

Chucking for the tenth time that night, Monika still had trouble taking her eyes off that white haired girl that now seemed like a completely different person and at the same time, still the same but better.

Monika had found a new pleasure on seeing Mayu jumping off her seat to shout at the meaty men in the ring just a few feet away from them. She'd root for some, insult others and her favorite part, she'd mimick some of their signature poses and look incredibly cute and incredibly cool at the same time.

"1, 2, 3!", Mayu shouted along with the crowd and this time Monika joined her too. "Woo! Did you see that?!! Okada whooped his ass!", a hyper Mayu shook Monika by the shoulder.

"I saw it, I saw it haha", Monika said and wrapped her arm around Mayu's shoulder. Again. Another one of Monika's favorite things about this wrestling show was that it got Mayu so excited and happy that she didn't seem to mind any of what she did to her so far.

She'd wrap her arm around her waist, around her arm, around her neck, hug her completely or even nuzzle her cheek against Mayu's and the student council president wouldn't say or do a thing about it for being to invested on the action before her.

Sure, Monika wished Mayu returned some of those but being able to smell that citrus perfume from so close was enough for her at the moment, plus she really enjoyed this happy and excited side of her, seeing that serious and grumpy girl now shouting and jumping was a joy for her. Plus a good source of teasing later.

Once the ring waa cleaned, the announcer addressed the crowd about the next match and Monika knew it was time see that again.

The first man of long brown-red hair, muscular and quite handsome (Monika had to give credit where credit is due) was introduced as Hiroshi Tanahashi. He was the good guy or "baby face" as Mayu told her they call them in wrestling and they crowd popped hard for him, specially the ladies.

Then he came out.
Representing the bullet club, which finally made sense why Mayu was wearing that weird top, a man of slender muscles but still nicely toned, long dark brown hair and face like a Hollywood actor came and when his name was shouted by the announcer...

"BAY BAY!!", Mayu shouted her lungs out and surprised Monika by grabbing her wrist and made her raise her arm along her two arms like Adam Cole there had done. Monika chuckled but raised the other and enjoyed the feeling of Mayu's hand while it lasted.

During the match, she continued taking the chances she could. The hard hitting action had Mayu too invested so Monika wrapped her arm around Mayu's arm again and this time took her time to feel her toned arm, it felt quite nice.

Next she wrapped it around her waist and shyly moved it a bit lower to feel the skin of her side with her fingers. It was soft and firm at the same time, she could also feel the muscle under that layer of white skin and she liked it.

Lastly, Monika decided she would clear her doubts about earlier. Wrapping her arm around her again, she moved closer to have more range so she could reach her stomach like that. Monika was close, she was being careful and methodical.

"NO!", Monika quickly removed her arm and jumped away from Mayu, her face red as hell and cold sweat forming on her forehead. She kept her eyes to the front and then she understood.

Laying on the mat was Adam Cole and the one with his arm raised by the referee was Hiroshi Tanahashi.

Monika then looked at Mayu again and just as she hoped, the white haired girl was sighing disappointed at the result. That no hadn't been for her and she was relieved.

"Ahaha... I guess it can't be helped if it was his last match here, right?", Monika said patting Mayu's back. "He could go with a win too, but yeah it happens I guess", Mayu shrugged.

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"I still can't believe they kicked him out of the bullet club like that!", Mayu exclaimed angry. "They literally did haha", Monika laughed.

"I like Kenny Omega but I never liked the Young Bucks, now I more than ever", Mayu sighed annoyed. "There she is, the grumpy Mayu we all know and love", Monika said.

"Shut up", Mayu said grumpy as ever.
After Adam Cole was defeated his stable members kicked him out of the faction, superkicking him and then introducing someone to take his place named Marty Scurll.

Mayu was outraged and it worried Monika a bit but eventually she continued to enjoy the rest of the event, back to her excited and hyper self.

Now as both walked back to the station to head back home, Mayu was going on and on about her impressions of the show and Monika enjoyed listening to her with a smile on her face.

She remembered the old version of Mayu she knew. That strict and sometimes arrogant student council president could be even intimidating at times but whenever they were in class, Mayu was always lonely.

Reading a book, studying or doing paperwork was the only thing she had seen her doing in their class. She didn't go and talked to anyone and no one came and talked to her, she was always quiet and seemingly absent in her own world.

So now, seeing this side of her talking non stop, smiling, grunting, yelling and even almost crying (she almost did when Adam Cole was banned from his favorite faction), was something she knew she should treasure.

"Monika", Mayu suddenly said her name. "Yes?", The brunette replied happy.

"I've been talking for years but you still haven't told me your impressions", Mayu looked away as she asked. "Ah well, it was certainly an experience. I mean I've been in big crowded events before like concerts or autograph signs of artists but this was a whole different thing", Monika said eloquently.

"Seeing the fans cheer, boo, get happy or angry or just shout their stress out to the athletes in the ring putting their bodies at risks for their entertainment was an interesting thing to watch. The sport itself, I've heard the usual things they say about it like it's fake or stuff like that but seeing it live makes your realize the only fake thing about it are those sayings haha", Monika continued with eloquence.

"It's also funny to see people like you wearing their t-shirts or merchandise in general to show your support, chant alongside them or mimick their poses", Monika added and poked Mayu's shoulder while she blushed embarrassed now that she remembered.

"You really do talk too much sometimes", Mayu sighed. "People tell me that a lot, I'm a conversation machine!", Monika made  her classic finger raised pose.

"I always have a lot of fun in this things, that's obvious now I guess but what I really wanna know is... If you did...", Mayu looked away again to hide her blush. "Of course I did silly!", Monika exclaimed.

"I see...", Mayu replied and Monika didn't like how that sounded. "I really did! Believe me, Mayuuu!", Monika then shook her dramatically by the shoulders.

"Stop that!! I believe you but stop!", Mayu was barely maintaining her balance as they walked. "Good", Monika said satisfied.

...

"I guess I... Mmm kinda owe you one here so next time we can go to a place you enjoy so we can be even", Mayu said troubled. "No, no, no! Mayu, that's not how you phrase it!", Monika scolded.

"Listen, when you want to go on another date with the same person, you don't talk about things like being even or anything like that! You tell her something like this: "You now know this part of me, next time I wanna learn something about you", Monika explained.

"I-I never said this was a date!", Mayu's face was like a volcano about to erupt. "But I did, now for our next date, don't worry, I'll make sure to choose a nice place so you learn more about me", Monika winked at her.

Mayu, despite her great blush, couldn't bring herself to protest against the idea. Her silence was all the answer Monika needed.

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"Come on, old man! She's one of your prize fighters, can't you make an exception just this time??", a pompadour delinquent asked insistently. A dark blue haired girl stood behind him in silence.

"For the third time. You know how it is, you need to sign up with at least one day of anticipation so we can do the proper marketing and shit, even with her popularity, I doubt any more people will come now, it's Sunday anyway and folks have to work tomorrow, Aono works better for Fridays and Saturdays if you ask me", a bald man of mustache and brown suit replied from behind his desk.

"I really, really need the money now", Ryona finally spoke. Even the old man could tell the determination in those eyes was no joke. "I-I understand that, Aono but you should know that the other fighters do too. It'd be unfair to pull someone out for you right now, don't you think?", the old man asked a bit nervous.

Ryona didn't say anything but her lowering her gaze and going back to her serious pose said it all. "Dammit, I guess it can't be helped... Thanks anyway old man, but next time don't beg me to bring her back!", The pompadour boy spoke with cero eloquence but the message was clear.

Both exited the office afterwards and headed out to the alleys again.

"I'm sorry I couldn't convince him... How much money do you need? Maybe if all the gang gathers their savings we could...", the pompadour boy began saying trying to cheer the tough girl up but once she said the number, he went pale.

"O-Or maybe you could wait until next week", he said. "Sayori can't wait", Ryona said serious, glaring at him.

"Right, right! She can't... Damn the uncrowned princess sure is scary", the pompadour man mumbled that last part to himself. "Good evening, folks", two men in red suits intercepted them before they got to their bike.

"Get lost punk" the pompadour one showed no intimidation and neither did Ryona. "Relax, relax, we're just here to help", one of them said.

"Help? We sure don't need anything from you", the pompadour boy got in his face. "I heard you need money and we happen to pay generously to people with your talent", the red suit man said looking and pointing at Ryona.

"Cut to the chase", Ryona said bluntly. "Unlike that place you participate at, we have one of our own that opens all week. We could put you in a match tomorrow night and you already know the rest, win and the money's yours, those rich bastards we have for clients allow us to give generous rewards any day of the week", the other red suit man said.

"I'm in, tell him the address and we'll be there tomorrow", Ryona said and kept walking to her friends bike. "Alright, looking forward to work with you~", the red suit man said grinning widely.

Ryona then turned on the engine and in seconds, she left the scene at full speed.

"Hey! My bike!",  The pompadour boy shouted trying to run after her. "Shit, I'll have to take the bus again", he sighed in defeat.

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No matter where we go, there will always be a trace left of our presence in every place we set foot.
It could be a footprint, a restaurant bill, a hair the wind blew off your head, a security camera recording you when you passed by, a person that saw you because they found something curious about you.

There would be always a trace of your  presence somewhere, a testament to your existence and one person well versed on matters like these was someone that once hunted down others.

After 3 days of following trace after trace, the school cap boy finally arrived at the end of the line it seemed.
He thought this was the perfect place for someone of that caliber.

That greenish, stinky and moldy room down the big lively city where only rats could be hears talking was suitable for an individual of nature as rotten as the smell down there.

The complex system of pipes, pressure valves, bombs, filters and more was something that required some supervision every now and then but a job that not many people liked to take.

Those who did usually didn't have anyone left in the upper world waiting for them. Spend their time around a sea of wastes had as much meaning as their lives at that point.

But for someone who was hiding from certain death, a place like that was just like the doctor ordered.

When Gensai entered that old maintenance room in the depths of the sewers, he thought he would finally find the black haired boy, probably now not so good looking. Running away did that to you.

For someone who found pleasure perpetrating innocent girls in sick and disgusted ways only a rotten mind like his could think of, living in a place like that was just perfect, surrounded by the same rot he emitted.

All the footsteps, all the restaurant bills, all those people that found him curious enough to look at him had lead him there but the only thing he found there, at the end of the line was a ripped sports bag with a pair of scissors digging into it to hold still a note that read:

Good luck next time!

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Once again the right moment had been postponed.
Yet, Natsuki couldn't care less right now.

All she did as soon as the lights went out was hold Yuri's arm protectively and say, "Kaede! I swear if you try something I'm gonna freaking kill you!".

But all of her bravery died down in seconds after hearing Kaede said, still on the bed from what her shadow showed, with a serious and slightly nervous voice, "it wasn't me".

"W-We need to g-get some candles or so-so-something", Natsuki cursed her fear of the dark now more than ever. Yuri could feel her body shaking as she held onto her arm tight. The purple girl smiled despite the situation. Seeing Natsuki play brave while shaking like jello was just cute.

"Relax, we have technology", Kaede then shot her phone's flashlight at Natsuki's eyes blinding her briefly. "You stupid... Agh, I guess you're right...", Natsuki sighed now more calmed to see some light.

"Awww, you're scared of the dark? Come with mommy, I'll hold you so nothing hurts you", Kaede said opening her arms at Natsuki. "Shut the fuck up Kaede!", Natsuki feisty as ever but burning with fire of Olympus exclaimed.

"I-It's okay, Natsuki it must be just some power shortage or something, it'll be back soon", Yuri felt it was finally her time to shine as she shyly petted Natsuki's head. "You shut up as well!", Natsuki didn't like to feel like the only scared girl there, not even Yuri's soothing voice could get her to accept that.

"I wonder about that...", Kaede interrupted. "Mm?", Natsuki raised an eyebrow.

"From what I can see, all the other houses and streets outside have electricity, it seems its just your house, Yuri", Kaede said cleverly as she pointed at the window with her flashlight. "Then why....", Natsuki began saying.

It was then that Kaede saw it.

As she moved the light to focus it on the two girls again, a shadow materialized on the way.
Even if it was just an instant it was enough to make the usually calm and collected beauty to fell chills going down her spine as she dropped her phone on the bed.

Kaede quickly grabbed it again and aimed at Natsuki and Yuri and there it was indeed.

With not a single hair on that head, no eyebrows, not even eyelashes, only a pair of wide open dark brown eyes that looked as dead as they were alive, not blinking even once as the light reached them.
Then it was that smile.

From ear to ear, a set of good teeth that not so long ago were as white as the snow, now had turned into disgusting yellowish ones that shined brighter thanks to the phone's flashlight.

Kaede in her mind described that as the face of insanity.

Despite their issues, Kaede couldn't help but try to do something to save her. She honestly liked that pink girl, at least in a sexual way but that was enough for her.

"Behind you!", Kaede shouted and immediately Natsuki turned around and thanks to her enemy's flashlight illuminating on her direction and to her recently developed cat like reflexes, she was able to stop that hand just in time.

"Beep beep, Natsuki!", the hairless boy  exclaimed happy but Natsuki still felt the strength on his arm as he kept trying to dig his pair of scissors into her throat which still were mere inches away if she hadn't stopped that in time.

"Natsuki!", Yuri tried to help her and this would be crucial for both, Natsuki and the hairless boy of insane smile. "Wait, Yuri!", was the only thing Natsuki managed to say before it was a bit too late.

The hairless one already had predicted her move when he saw the purple girl's intentions of acting before her friend there. He knew Natsuki would try to either take him down or twist his arm when he weakened his arm.

Just like he predicted, he did and Natsuki immediately began shifting her hips towards him but the moment she noticed Yuri moving, she hesitated and he would not miss this chance.

"Ngh... Gh.... Ah... Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!", it was just a cut on her forearm, it had ripped through her sleeve and cut her skin, it looked superficial but there was blood anyway.

Any other time, Yuri wouldn't have even minded, it would be the same as a mosquito bite for her but this time it was different. The pain didn't come exactly from her cut, not at all, the pain was coming from her head.

"Yuri! Shit, Kaede do something!", Natsuki, troubled on what to do, she had now Yuri rolling on the floor grabbing her head from that stinging pain there now on an even greater scale, the giant needle was now stirring her brain and that bad radio transmission sound was completely deafening on her ears. She screamed in pain non stop.

On the other side, she had the scissors boy, who had taken this chance to back off from her and prepare his next move now that she had the most dangerous member of the three almost cornered.

Kaede hesitated a bit but went to kneel next to Yuri, not knowing exactly what to do as the girl wouldn't stop screaming with anything.

"It's just you and me now, pink girl~", the hairless one licked his scissors which Natsuki found gross. She barely heard what he said due to Yuri's screams. The worst part was that she also could barely see him.

After Kaede moved to check on Yuri, the source of light she had was mostly aiming at Yuri and only a part of it still illuminated her and his feet there, the window wasn't helping much due to the curtains closed.

"I'm gonna have a blast listening to your little girl screams!", the hairless boy exclaimed excited and finally went after Natsuki. The pink girl decided it was best not to get away too much from the little light she had so she waited for him.

Natsuki dodged a couple of slashes and waited for a stab to disarm him but the hairless boy didn't have the intention of doing that yet. Not because he had grown up or had learnt from past mistakes but simply because he didn't want it to end so quick, a stab would most likely finish his victim in little time but slashing their skin would get those screams he loved so much and hearing Yuri's right now was the best possible background music he had for this.

The boy moved quick, Natsuki couldn't quite catch his arm from those slashing moves and she surely couldn't take the risk of attacking herself. With so little light and the danger of those sharp scissors was just too much of a risk, not only for her but one wrong move could also end up hurting the other two girls there.

But Natsuki finally had a good idea. Realizing most of the light were at their feet, she took her eyes off those scissors for just a second after dodging one more slash and looked at his feet completely visible thanks to it. She then swept his feet and as he fell, she caught his wrist in mid air and took control, saving him from the fall but rendering useless his right hand he was attacking with.

"Fuck!", the hairless boy exclaimed as he felt the twist on his wrist, yet he refused to leg go of his weapon. "Put them down!", Natsuki yelled so he could hear through Yuri's still pained screams.

And at that time everything seemed it would be alright soon, the worst case scenario happened.

Natsuki barely could say anything, her shock was probably too much. All she heard were those rushed footsteps and the light disappearing in less than 3 seconds, leaving them in a pitch black room.

Kaede had run away.

However, it wasn't the hairless boy what made her do so but a white rose that suddenly appeared on the door frame. She knew she was safe, but those 3 probably wouldn't.

"Kaede! You fucking coward!", Natsuki finally shouted as she continued to hold for dear life the wrist of the hairless boy now that she couldn't see anything, only Yuri's screams there more less allowed her to know where she was.

"The beauty of life comes with the end of it. Like a flickering light, it suddenly disappears and it's gone from this world forever", another voice, despite Yuri's screams, now a bit less loud (the pounding on her head was finally starting to calm down), was heard inside that room.

Natsuki then felt it, but not herself, it was her hands what transmitted it to her body. Those hands of hers that kept holding the hairless one's wrist felt it on his skin. It has become cold, it was trembling and most surprisingly it was weak now.

The feeling of pure and unadulterated fear.

"You couldn't run forever, you filthy rat", Natsuki then had no choice but to turn her head to the door. Her instincts told her worrying about the scissors boy was pointless now. Her instincts insisted on that person who spoke with so much eloquence and calm.

She saw his shadow. The figure of a man of shaped muscles and long hair that calmly walked towards her.
He walked with grace, the way he gently moved his shoulders as he did showed it, then he spoke, "hold him down for me, will you?".

"Let me go! Please! Let me go!", the hairless boy shouted desperate as he once again tried to break free from Natsuki's grip and luckily for him it worked, but not because of him but because of what Natsuki heard.

The sound of metal gliding, cutting the air it was something unmistakable but the bloodlust she felt was something she hadn't experienced before.

The pink girl backed off as the little light entering at times through the thin openings of the window's curtain shined on that thin like needle long blade that pierced the now empty air where she and the scissors boy were half a second ago.

"Hum... Well, don't matter. You still are not going anywhere from here", the long haired shadow spoke calmly as he turned his back to Natsuki and started walking towards the cornered hairless boy who had tried to run away only to remember he was in a room where the only exit had that disturbingly calm shadow obstructing it.

"Listen, I know I failed but I was trying to make up for it I promise! I-If I could get rid of that pink girl, he would be pleased right??", the hairless boy rambled scared. "You don't get to choose what pleases him or what doesn't, you only do what he tells you to do and you couldn't do that", the long haired man replied.

"Get away from me!", The hairless boy threw something at him. Natsuki guessed it was his scissors but he simply tilted his head and let them pass by and fly somewhere else.

Natsuki had unconsciously been walking backwards, carefully getting away from them and her heel finally bumped into something. She then realized. "Yuri!", Natsuki quickly kneeled next to her and searched for her body in the darkness with her hands until she felt her soft and slender shoulders.

The pink girl quickly held Yuri in her arms and tried to soothe her pain and what it was slowly fading until then, disappeared instantly as Yuri felt those small, gentle and somehow strong arms that had held her in the past.

Her screams stopped, her breathing was still irregular but she was still conscious and lucid enough to say her name with a soft voice, "Natsuki?". The pink one felt the great weight of worry lift from her shoulders as relief took over her for a moment at least.

"I'm here dummy, I'm here", Natsuki said rubbing her back and petting her hair as she felt Yuri's hand shyly grip her shirt. "Don't leave me... Please... I don't... Want it to...", Yuri said between heavy breaths.

"I won't, I told you I wouldn't, never! Yuri, I lo-!", Natsuki somehow had found the right moment once again, amidst the chaos and all, she just wanted to say those words to her but again, something happened.

She directed her eyes, now more used to the darkness to see the long haired man grabbing the hairless boy by the ear with one hand. She would've guessed the other hand would aim that long needle like thing to take his life but right now that wasn't the case.

Another figure was next to him. It was shorter than him and it was safe to say its outfit was mostly black due to the darkness hiding it really well. What revealed its presence however was its eyes, or what it seemed to be its eyes.

They were round and shiny, white. Like a cat's eyes shining in the darkness they flashed a couple of times and this allowed Natsuki to see that figure was now grabbing that long haired figure's wrist while he yielded his strange weapon in the air.

"ENOUGH!!", but one person there had reached her limit and the others felt they have no choice but to listen now.

"I'm sick and tired of this crap! I've had enough of you bunch of weirdos coming and getting in the way, because the second things start to get better between us, every single fucking time one of you has to come and ruin it!!", Natsuki shouted furious.

"Whether it's a trio of horny assholes, a fancy ass bitch who thinks she can do what she wants, a freaking weirdo who thinks she's a cat, a fucking hairless psycho, some long haired stupid idiot or you shiny eyes! Just stop getting your fucking noses in our lives and go away!! Stoo ruining every-", Natsuki demanded but her mind got a better idea.

"No, you know what, I don't care. I know even if you disappear right now, some other idiot with a mask or foot fetish or something will come and keep delaying our moment... And I won't have any of that shit", Natsuki sighed and then gentle squeezed Yuri's body as she held her closer.

"Yuri, there's a lot I wanna say but I have to make this quick and simple for you, sorry. I want everything with you, I love you and I just want to be with you, I don't care about your past, I only want a bright future with you. Whatever other obstacle, I promise we will overcome it together, I will be always there for you. Do you accept my confession or not??", Natsuki spoke a bit fast, her heart had also increased the pace, her chest felt funny and her nervousness was on top.

For Yuri there was just one possible answer as she quickly replied wrapping her arms around Natsuki, "yes!". The pink girl had one thing left to do and she'd be damned if she didn't take the chance now. She exclaimed, "good!".

In the darkness of that room, none of them were able to see their faces clearly, but they could feel the warmth their bodies shared with each other, they could hear their intense heartbeats and they could smell that lavender and strawberry perfumes of each other as they got closer.

Natsuki didn't miss. She pressed her lips right against Yuri's and kissed her softly. She didn't stop and enjoyed the sweet taste she had yearned for so long, Yuri did the same.
Through their lips, they told each other everything they couldn't say due to the chaotic circumstances their love finally reached the next stage under.

"Mmmua! Woo! Now she's my girlfriend, fuck all of you! We win!", Natsuki shouted thrilled with victory once she finally broke the kiss. Yuri giggled and hugged her new girlfriend tight.

"You heard the ladies. They're the protagonists of this story, not you, now please leave", another voice spoke, one quiet deep. They all turned their attention to the dark corner near the window.

Behind the hairless boy, a tall robust man stood. He was all dressed black and that top hat told Natsuki this was finally an ally she could trust.

"Who the hell are you?!", both the long haired man and the other figure of shiny eyes asked at the same time. "I'll take this from you, come and get it", the top hat man said and easily removed the other man's hand from the hairless boy's ear.

It all happened in an instant and it was as surreal as it gets.
Natsuki saw him pull out a pen like thing from one of his pockets, he seemed to press a button there and just like that, him and the hairless boy disappeared as if they had been mere illusions until now.

"Tch... What will you do? Still want to do this?", the long haired man asked calmly but Yuri could feel a small trace of nervousness in his voice. "No. This time it's special. I know your orders are not against me right now, I could end your life right now if I wanted to but... She's right, we've got in the way far too much. Leave. Remind him I'll kill him sooner rather than later", they finally heard it's voice.

Apart from the fact it was obviously feminine, the only thing about that voice both pink and purple girls could tell was that it was strangely familiar.

The woman of shiny eyes then let go of him and exited the room. The long haired man did the same but through the window, probably just to ensure his own safety.

A minute later, the lights came back.

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There were so many things they wanted to say but neither of them knew where to start.
The trusted time will help them out a bit.

Natsuki wanted to treat Yuri's wound, but the purple girl managed to convince her she'd do it herself while Natsuki went downstairs and make sure everything was safe after all.
Yuri still wasn't ready to roll up her sleeve in front of her and she was thankful for having a girlfriend like her right now.

Natsuki came back and Yuri showed her her now all wrapped up forearm proud. "Isn't that too much for just one cut?", Natsuki grinned at her. She felt in a good mood now despite what happened minutes ago. "Y-You can't never be too careful", Yuri replied a bit nervous.

"Good point", Natsuki smiled as she walked over to her and gently took her hand and proceeded to softly kiss her girlfriend's bandaged arm. "Mama used to do this to me, she said it would heal better like this", Natsuki said while rubbing Yuri's hand with her thumbs.

Yuri loved how tender she could be when no one else was around. She couldn't help but lean down and kiss her cheek. Natsuki felt all tingly but didn't protest, she just blushed and smiled shyly.

The smaller girl wrapped her arms around Yuri's waist and pulled her closer, Yuri did the same. Natsuki nuzzled her face on Yuri's neck and lost herself in that lavender perfume. Yuri nuzzled her nose on Natsuki's soft pink hair, losing herself in that sweet strawberry scent. They closed their eyes and enjoyed the moment.

"Umm a-are you going to go back home?", Yuri asked. "What? We haven't even been dating for 5 minutes and you already are kicking me out of your house?!", Natsuki asked outraged and feisty. She was just joking around, but Yuri didn't know that.

"E-Eh?? N-No! I-I'm sorry I didn't m-mean it like-!", Yuri began panicking but Natsuki was quick to silence her. The shorter girl grabbed her by the cheeks and pulled her down to kiss her and shut her up, although she was a bit rough on that, the kiss was soft and gentle, she soon wrapped her arms around Yuri's neck while the taller girl easily gave in and gently caressed Natsuki's sides.

"Ah! I love teasing you!", Natsuki exclaimed satisfied after the kiss ended. Yuri smiled flustered, she began fidgeting with her hair and lowered her gaze, happy this time. "And yeah, I have to go back home, mostly because of the freaking uniform for school tomorrow but I can stay a bit longer", Natsuki said while she tenderly brushed Yuri's bangs and fixed her hair. It was still a bit messy from all the ruckus earlier.

"I'm a bit worried you go out alone at this late hour, specially with...  everything that just happened", Yuri said concerned. "Relax, I can take care of myself you know that, plus it's not that far from here", Natsuki said.

"Um?", Yuri tilted her head confused. "A-Ah! I-I mean it's not that far the... The... The station! Yeah! That haha...", Natsuki almost slipped that up.

"Besides, I'm more worried about you right now... Hmmm I'll have to make a few calls... Yeah... Alright, let's just not worry about that right now, I wanna spend this little time I have doing girlfriend things", Natsuki said after some thinking and dragged Yuri to sit on the bed with her.

"Hold me you dummy", Natsuki commanded after Yuri just sat there looking at her. "Y-Yes! I'm sorry", Yuri was taken by surprise her request but happily obliged.

The taller girl wrapped her arms around Natsuki and pulled her closer, Natsuki rubbed Yuri's thigh while she enjoyed the embrace she had been waiting for so long.

The pink one reached for Yuri's jaw and planted a couple of kisses there surprising her new girlfriend. Yuri kissed the top of her head and smiled.

Natsuki then searched for Yuri's hand and intertwined fingers with her. Yuri  rubbed Natsuki's hip with her other hand that continued to embrace her.

"You fell for it, fool!", once Natsuki felt Yuri's arm was around her back, she boosted herself backwards and pulled Yuri to lay on the bed with her with their intertwined hands. "Kyah!, Yuri simply let out a cute squeak.

They didn't say anything for a moment.
Natsuki found herself hypnotized by Yuri's beauty. The way her long purple hair fell on one side of her face, her small mouth slightly opened, the way those sparkly and dazzling violet eyes looked at her. It was a sight she wanted to make sure of engraving in her eyes and mind.

Yuri was no different. The way that short pink still looked in place, that red hair clip that kept Natsuki's bangs from moving of their position, the pretty smile she had at that moment and those magenta eyes full of love that looked at her. All of this was something Yuri hoped to see everyday from now on.

Then, there was only one possible route to take from there.
Both girl slowly moved their faces closer, slowly closed their and slowly pucked their lips until they met and join in one more kiss that this time felt like it would last forever.

On that night, after a day of many strange events, their love finally reached the other.

Natsuki learnt that there was no need to find the right moment because such moment only comes when you want it to come.

Yuri learnt there was no need to attach to one reality. That sometimes, to make things better and reach the happiness you are looking for, you need to take the risk and take a different path.

There were so many questions they hadn't asked, so many things they hadn't said, but they knew there was plenty of time for that from now on.

No matter what other obstacle got in their way, they would go through it and overcome because this time they were together and there would be no one to stop their love now.