Yuri has a dirty minded brain so yeah.

Yuri's POV

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I get to see her again today. She doesn't view me as a creature. She looks at me like she would any other person. She isn't afraid of me. I like that, and I love her. I wonder what she tastes like- wait stop it gay thoughts. I crawled out from underneath Natsuki's bed, in a better mood then usual. "Morning Yuri." Natsuki said as soon as she saw me. Her voice is adorable, like the sexy type of adorable, not again. She must've noticed that I was in a good mood because she said that I look happier than usual.
"Yeah, guess I just slept on the right side of the bed, even though I don't actually have a bed."

"Wait you don't have a bed?"
"No, I don't I have a hammock looking thing, it's really hard to explain."

"Oh alright. Do you want to come back to school again today?"
"Yeah!"

"Hey Yuri, something really odd is going on." Natsuki said out of the blue. "What would that be?" I said. "My dad hasn't been home like, all week, do you by any chance know where he is?" Natsuki asked. "Ehm, well, I, I don't really know." I lied, I do know where he is. He's in hell. "Yuri are you lying?" Natsuki saw right through me. "Igotreallyangryandkilledhimimsorrypleaseforgiveme." 

"You what?!"

"I'm sorrryyyyy"

"Yuri you can't just kill someone!" Natsuki screeched. "But he deserved it! I was only doing my job if you really think about it!" I defended myself with a good point. I'm proud of that. "Well I guess you'd be right there. Besides it's not like i'm gonna miss him to much. Just, don't kill anyone unless I say so, okay?" "I can live with that." I responded. Natsuki checked the time. "Oh God Yuri c'mon were gonna be late!"

Time skip because I hate school.

Literature club time, aka the time when I don't have to be bite sized. I really like getting to know Natsuki's friends, Sayori is a bouncy cheerful girl who always wears a large smile and Monika is apparently a monster fanatic so she just wants to know everything about monsters, which is, nice. But, no matter what, I love her, I love Natsuki, she's a feisty adorable girl. Don't tell her I said that. Hm, yeah that's write I know about you mind stalkers. Weirdos.  Anyway, back to my train of thought. I really wish that she liked me back sometimes, but, she doesn't, asking your crush for love advice only happens in books and movies. Oh wait- this is a book. But, it's not like that still. Natsuki's not the one to even show her crush the slightest bit of love. Don't ask me how I know that.  She's such a great person, better in bed I bet- oh my god why brain stop these gay thoughts. "Hey, Yuri! Snap out of it!" Natsuki yelled breaking my train of thought. "You've been spacing out the entire club meeting, it's time to go home." "It is? Oh! I'm sorry!" "It's alright you monster sized baka, c'mon, lets go."

Another time skip.

"Hey, Yuri. Can I tell you something?" Natsuki blurted out while we were watching a movie, it's Friday, can you blame us? "You can tell me anything Natsuki, what did you want to tell me?" "Uhm, its complicated, I," I smiled at Natsuki to try and reassure her it was okay , it worked, yay i'm a good person, err, monster. "You remember how you said that I should just tell my crush I like them and that if they reject me their stupid?" "Yeah, of course." I responded. "Well uhm, I," Natsuki took a deep breath. "IreallylikeyouandIknowit'sweirdcauseyouramonsterandallbutIdoandIreallyhopeyoufeelthesame." I swear to God if I even had a pumping heart its gone now. "I-, I like you to Natsuki." I barely managed to force those words out due to the fact I had just died. I couldn't move, I was frozen in place, smiling like a dork and as red as a tomato. I heard Natsuki giggling, adorable. She wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my cheek, cuddled close to me and, fell asleep.

This is happiness. This is, love.

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"̴̧̬͖͚̒̈́͐Y̸̡͈̖̟͉̣̜͖͋̅̾̍̈̀̀͒͠o̸̥̮̞̺̟̱̓̎̿́͒͑̇̈́͋̓̉ù̴̡͇̟͔̯̱̫́͐̊̕ ̴͔͚͉̀͊́̚͝͝p̶̢̞̭̺̪̜̫̭̯̖̫͗́̈̈́̈́̏͂́̕͜͝ȅ̵̻͖̖̳̥̞̙͛̄̓͜o̸̼̲͔̬̦̿̀̈̋́͘͝p̴̧̛̝͇̭͔͚̪͋̀̌͊̃͊̽͑͌͛̚͠l̵̨̛̜̬̞̼͈͔̘̤̯̲͚̑̇̂̓͗̉̈́̒ͅȩ̶͕̖̻̙̹̟̀̋ ̵̨̢͎̩̞̘̦̙̯̓ä̸̧̮͕́̓̔̌̌̓͊́̽͜͝͠g̴̩̟̗̓̇̊͝a̸̛͙̘͖̟͍̋̋́͊͆̃̒́̔̌́̆i̷̖̤̼̽̃͑̉̊̋́̒́͘͠͠ͅn̴̥͕̙̖̘̻͕͙̱̽̈̅̀̊́͝.̴̡̭̹͈͚͉̰̃̿̉͗̚͘͝ͅ"̵̤̍̆̌̋́̈̃̅̓̓͌̾̂̾͠

"You can't hide forever Libitina. We will find you. and those you've grow close to will die."

"̸̧̡̻̤̣̠̤̠͙͙̪̆̏̏N̷̡̧͍̺͍̟̜͓̩̬̬̰͓̔͜ͅŏ̷̧̉͛͑͊̈́͌̐́͒̇̄͘͠͠,̶̗͐̓̀͂̓̆̊̚ ̴̐̑̂́̽̽̓͗͜i̸̹̲̟̮̥̜̱̟͌̉̇͗̿͊̽͠͝'̴̨̳͍͕̫̼̮̰̭͈̘̪̳̱̓̊͂̓̽́̍̒̔͠ͅm̷͙̬̤͚̌̄̓͆̃̑͑́̔̚͘͝͠͠ͅ ̴̢̦͈̠̖̌̌̇͌́́̿̓͘͘ń̸̪͕̰̱̫́̀̍͒̽͗̉̉̉̒̕̚͜o̴͖͖̠͔͚̱̭̭̮̘̹̺͚͐̑̀̆̂̿ṱ̶̡̜̖͍̺̼̲̰͖̞͗̈́́̍͘͜ ̴̛̰̳̤̜͕̟̊̈́̆͊̈̽̎̿̕̚͘͝ş̵͚̘̰̲͈̗̖̬͇̪͋̓͑͛͛͑̕̕͜c̸̰̮̫͈͖͓͔̬̥̟̋̎̃̏̓̀̾͑̋͑͑̑̕̚͝ͅa̴̯͐̀̀̂͐̈́̐̋̿̎̕͠͝r̶̢̫̜̊̀̓̑ȩ̴̩͓̱̫̥͔͕̠̣͙̙̘͍̉̈́̑́͋̅̊̓̌̌͘͝͝d̸̛͈̠̟͚̃̔̀́̍͒̌̊̅̾̚͘ͅ ̵̡̧̡̥̗̠̈́͑͐͛͌̽̀̀͆͝o̶̢̫̫̱͎̮̩̤̻͕͉͔̼̖͆͜f̸̠͗̔̓͒̔͛̊̊̀̾̚͝͝ ̶̹̰͓͖̖̥̥̭̙͉̤̘̠̀̈̇̌́̿́͐̒̿͊̚͝ÿ̵̫̞̹̣̱́̋̌ǫ̷̛͉͚̝̩̇́̑͌̈́̈́̑͜͠͝͠ͅu̴̖̮͚̺̟̺̫̖̗̬͆̀̀̈́́͛̚ ̴̮̘̙̹̌̽̽̈̋͛́͆̑̕͜͠a̵͎͚̭̱͙̩̋̈́̈́͂̽̿̄̏́̽͋̉͘͜n̷͙͚̻̳͊̏͐̏͒̊̽͂̆͑̏͋̂̃̽ỹ̸̨̫͖͙͚̈́̊̏̈́m̷̧̻͑̔̿̾̑́͗͗̏͋̈̀͘̕͠o̶̫͉̝̲̗̮͂r̷̝͚̻̬͕̮̱͖͐͆͝ͅe̷͙̟̼̫͍͙̤͔̎̊͋̿̈́̓͋̄̄͑̊̐̐.̷̧̣͈̬͙̥͙̠̱͈̦̣͉̟̩̀͐͒̅̉́̈́̕͝ ̷̛͖̘͌̑͊̐͛̈̈́̂͑͌̈́̚Î̷̺̳̟͖̯̰͔͔͕̩̮̳͇̍̓͊̋͆͌͊͗̆̚͜͝ ̶̢̯̹͓̬̞̞̺͗͐͛̇͒͗͗̈́̂̚̕ẅ̴̧̪̻̠͇̣͚̟̫̤̭̰̺ǫ̵̧̡͚̹̟͍͈͍͇͒͛̄̈̓̈́͜n̶̝̞̰̓'̴̧̢̡̼̠̹̟̱̟́́̏̿̊̃̑̀̈̄͒͛͝͝ţ̵̛̖̀ ̷̺͊̉̌̔̐̋̿̀̐̄̓̍͘l̸̢̤͔͈̫͖̖̮̟̹̻͆̓̋̾̈́́̽͂̒́͠ė̴̛̗͍͕̞͈̺̦̞̫̙̈̅̓͆̈͐̀̅̀̑̅͜͜ť̶̨̘͓͉̺͈̗̲͕̟͙̪͙̯̇̑́̃̈̍͘̚͠ ̷̡̡̰̦̖̬̌͆̈́͐̔̽̌̎̍̈̈̚͜ỹ̵͇̼͓͈̥̦̼̬̜͛̅͝ͅo̶̬̘̤̲̰̟̘̞̹͋̓́́̽̕͜u̶̧̡̞̼̣͎͖̫̰̭͚̠͗͆̑͌ ̸̧̛̻̲̙͍̫̻̥̥̹͈͖̮͇͙͆̑͊͌̍̚h̴̢̛̛͇͕̭̆͒͌̒͋̈́͛̓͋̈́ͅͅu̷̧̬̍̃̿̒͋͝r̸͍̉͗͋̀̍̄t̷̢̢̜͔̹̪̜̠̙̃̀͋͒̽̍̄͝ ̶̧͙͇̱̞̲̬̖̞̓̐̋͆h̶̜̪͓̞̥͊̈̕̕͝ȩ̷̡̘͍̩̰̟̠̣̅̔͌̔r̶̦͔͌̍̓͋̓͛̉͝.̵̧̹̟͙̞̞͖̯̙̜̱͈̦͊"̴̨͖̣̱͕̱͎̟͉̪̺̜͂̽͋̀̃̽̎̕͜ͅ

"You have no say in this! Creature! And, if we don't find you and kill those you love. You'll do it yourself. It's only a matter of time."

"̷̨̩̻̟͕̄N̶̪͓̞̈́̏͊̈́̌͝͝ǫ̵̧̠̪̳̃́̈́̎͠͝!̸̧̞̭̮̎̊̍̑̀ ̸͖̻͓̦͊͒͋̔̕I̷̡̧̪̟̻̟̅͑̍͛ ̷̡̡̱̝̣̭̙̆͑͆̽͐̕w̴̛͔̙̠̭͍̘͆̃̐̋͘̕o̴͍̽̏͜n̵̡̰̥̪͇̻̐͌'̷̦̯͇̳̹̻̼̋̾́͗͜t̴̨͔͉͈̻̒͌̀̏͛͐!̴̢̠̪̣͒̃ ̷̦̳̝͓̘̩͉̯̚͘Ḭ̸̬̺͈̝͓̘͍̇̌͝͝ ̸̧̨̭̾̋͒̉̀̎ļ̷̗̣̩̩͌̀̀̈̄̾́ǫ̴̟̫̙̮̋̅͑͛̈́v̷̘̉̈̀ẻ̴̺̤̗͆̄́̂̃̅ ̸̨̩͈̫̟̝̩̗̀̒̿̓h̵̡̫͓͖̖̽̒̋ė̸̠̭̹̭̔r̶͇̥̳̟̘̣̃̏!̸̘̫͎͕͓̓͒̊̒͘ͅ ̵̡̮̿̉͋͜Y̸̻͂͋ö̵͙̞̞̰͕́͂̄̇̋́ų̴̺̮͉͐̒̓̓͛ ̶̖́̈́̍̒w̷̢̥̳̠̟̘̤̦̎̌̈́̈̐̋̽͒į̷̦̻̫̀́͜l̶̪͇͊͌ĺ̴̺̥̭̟̠͔͓̱̍̀̈́͘͘͝ ̴̗͌͠n̶͓͉͉̩̘̬͇̺͐̏̕͠e̶͇̙̊̔͒̿̃v̷̞̜̗͚̬̽͋͛̋͘͝e̷̙̦̫̺͔̅̆̃́͑̋͒̕r̴̢̼̺͛̇͆̿ ̷̧̼͔̈̅̄́̾̈͜͝͠f̶̞͕̠̳̟̄̀͊͌͆͆̅į̸̇͆̐͗n̷͈͈̞̮͉͛͜d̴̙̠̰̘͇̾̇́́̾͆̄ͅ ̸͕̗́̓͛̑m̷̱̭̍̍̕e̷̡̫͙͇̖͙͎̓,̴̢̪̻̤̘̞̐͒̏͐̈́̕ ̴͔̖̫̭̼͔̘̆̀͑̔͘ä̷̧̛̛̱͍̰͚̳́͗͋͠͝n̸͙͊̐͝ḍ̶̬̯͚̼̞̈͘ͅ ̴̲͇̹̞͈̘͑̚͜ḯ̷̧̛̝͕̦͔̉̄͛̆̎'̸͉̼͖̣͍͉̦͂͐̈́̊̅̕͜l̴͙̭̙̪̻͓̅̔̽̈l̵̡̹̦̥̗͂̐̒̌̑̐͜͠ͅ ̷̢̨̛̣̞̯̯̤̟̂́n̴̲̹̝̫͙̍͌ͅe̷͈̣͋͐͋v̶̛̜̩͖̙̟͔̂̅̔̄̓̾͘ͅe̸͕̣̅̉̒̇̾̕r̶̛̜̮͇͙̺͇̾̈́̽̆ ̵̢̖͈̮̮̦̎̕͠ṡ̴̳͚̙̻͋̐̃͒̇͠ų̶̹̙̤̙̭̩͋͑̐͐̍̓͠͝ç̵̯̰̼̪͚̝̪̔̀̐̋̒̏͝c̷̻̪͉̮͎̙̬̔̃̉̔ŭ̵͈̺̈̉̒͗͑̀͠m̷̬̟̤͕̗̪̬̔b̴͎̭̞̘̫͈̳̖̈ ̴̢͌ẗ̵͇́̿̎ǫ̴͔̮̣̙͖͗̋̃̍ ̷̰̣̦̫̽̌̄́̔̋͠m̶̗̘͔̝̹͛̽͆̑ͅͅy̵͔̟̳̫͔͓̫̋̇͒̓̈́̿ͅ ̴̡̛̦͚̥͋̌̆͑b̴̧̛̮̖͑̈́̈́̾̚͠e̴̝̹̦̲̺̦͋͂͠ŗ̶̫̫͎͍̽͗̄͂͆̀̃͠s̶̢̥͈̊̊́̈̀̉̔̕e̴̛̛̪͕͙͇͙̥͆̒͋̆̐r̴̜͇̦̒̊k̵͓͈͔͓̈!̴̡̣̥͖̦̺̫̑͂̚"̷͙̹̙̭̮̳̖͉͂̀̚

"It's only a matter of time..."