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>>50948560
these things happen
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>>50948432
These two. Bonus points if Eirin is my mom
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>>50948644
>Be butler at SDM
>Sakuya falls for you, but her generally aloof nature prevents you from ever noticing her feelings
>Pressure builds until you’re all she can think about
>She plans to corner you in one of the rooms and confess
>Whether you accept or reject her feelings are irrelevant
>Unfortunately, one of Patchouli’s experiments goes awry and you get injured
>Taken to Eientei for medical care
>Over time, Eiren suffers from the Nightingale effect and falls for you too
>She forces you to stay longer than necessary under the guise of you still not being better yet
>Sakuya comes to visit on behalf of Remilia wanting to make sure you’re not dead
>Eirin instantly clocks the head maid’s ulterior motives for coming
>A dark shadow is cast over Eientei as the immortal brain of the moon and the time stopping maid duke it out for butler Anon’s heart (and body)
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>>50948682
it's kino...
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I like to imagine the horror of going to Gensokyo, improvising my life, becoming strong, driven, kind, and all the while I was setting up a land mine. Tragedies are a really underrated genre.
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>What are you doing here?
>Don't you know the mountain is dangerous?
>It's almost nightfall, you wont last long in the dark.
>You'll just have to come with me if you want to live.
>You'll stay the night at my home, nothing will get you there.
>You don't want to get eaten by youkai, do you?
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>>50948139
You'd be wholly monogamous for your 2wife right?
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woow be butler at sdm sakuya falls for you and fights eirin over your dick i literally do not play video games i just write pathetic self insert fanfics all day cause my brain is rotted by porn
you have a literal disease in your mind nobody cares about your disgusting fetishes
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>>50949014
oh wow yeah writing disgusting self insert porn fantasies about being a butler for anime girls is definitely real literature man
youre not funny kill yourself
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Turkroach.
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>>50949017
Honestly anyone who wastes their time playing video games is in a glass house about how other people want to spend theirs. At least read a book if you want to complain about literature, maybe get a hobby doing something productive.
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For whatever reason I feel that being on the receiving end of Sagume's psychosexual obsession would manifest in some particularly diabolical ways, considering her ability.
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>>50948723
Plot twist: Butler-kun was gay the whole time.
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>>50949393
Thinking about it more, it's not exactly the WORST idea. A large amount of 2hus still won't fall for it even if they weren't yandere. But there are some that you could convince.
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>>50949076
it's not even the roach it's someone baiting with its name
report and don't reply
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The fact some of you are so brainwashed by porn that you actually think there's a conspiracy of people pretending to be me just to post in your containment thread is pathetic.
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>>50949010
>i just write pathetic self insert fanfics all day
Yes.
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>>50949174
I never really thought about yan Sagume before but damn is it wild to think about. If she really wanted to she could make you into any kink she fancied at the moment and you wouldn't be none the wiser
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>>50949393
Having to explain to the yanhu that I can't return her feelings because it would be a mischaracterization!
But in all seriousness, any Yandere story isn't complete without the development at the start in what could've been a normal relationship that went south like a bad chemical reaction. Woman can bring the best out of men, although you only see them making people worse on the internet, I've seen enough cases of men becoming happy to convince me that the two sexes are truly a pair. But imagine NOT reciprocating the feelings of the woman that saved you? Is that really fair? Wouldn't that cause you to go off the deep end if you helped a woman out of a tight spot, formed a bond, fell in love, but they didn't return your love?
For instance, I'm what you call a 'detail-oriented' person in that it's easy for me to research, extract topics and correlations, and explain them to others simply, but only if it's for a topic I enjoy or a person I care about. If I got stuck in limbo due to a flaw in the Yama legal system, I imagine Shiki could inspire me to be a sort of paralegal who'd be responsible for digging into the law and finding out how to make judgements more expedient and fair. Imagine all those long nights discussing with Shiki over copious amounts of documents and diagrams, drinking coffee, but still not being tired because we're so absorbed in the work.
Wouldn't it then be the upmost betrayal if, after all that time, Shiki expressed her feelings for me, at great personal risk to her position, and I refused? After everything she's done for me?
This is the secret ingredient most self-insert Yandere stories lack, the building of the emotional bridge before it's set on fire. Watching a plane crash is one thing, but watching it take off, gain altitude, knowing it'll violently crash, is a whole other thing entirely.
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Kogasa giving you a sword so you can protect yourself because she loves and cares about(accepting this means she now belongs to you and you aren't allowed to have any other processions or woman around.)
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>>50950372
Ah, that makes sense.
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What are you thinking?
I ask myself that question every time I look at you. Your thoughts always seemed so far away, drifting somewhere above us, even when we sat in the same room, I had the strange feeling you were somewhere else entirely. You would sit so quietly, your fingers folded together, head tilted slightly downward, eyes half-lidded as if you were listening to something no one else could hear. I remember watching you and wondering what kind of world could exist inside a mind like yours.
I never bothered asking, because at the time, it felt rather unnecessary. I thought there would be time that eventually you would turn to me and speak, the way you sometimes did when a thought finally became too heavy to keep to yourself.
When you finally did speak, you always spoke strangely. Carefully, as if each word had to be placed exactly where it belonged or the whole structure would immediately collapse. It made the others impatient most of the time, but I never minded. If anything, I liked your pauses. I liked the way your thoughts took time to arrive, it seemed like something traveling from very far away.
Back then, I thought it meant something that you spoke to me at all, but now I wonder if that was only another one of my misunderstandings.
I spent so much time watching you, memorizing your habits. The way your fingers moved when you were nervous and the way your eyes shifted when you were trying to hide a thought from the rest. I thought I was learning you, dissecting everything about you piece by piece. I thought that if I observed you carefully enough, if I paid close enough attention, I would eventually understand you in a way no one else did.
What an embarrassing thought.
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>>50951607
I like this. Kaguya monopolizing someone by understanding them better than anyone else. It doesn’t matter if her interactions with her object of affection are short, sporadic, or mostly filled with silence. She sees every unconscious action, be it a small change in facial expression or little muscle twitches. Others may also notice it, but only she understands it.
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>>50951607
that was a nice read
good job desu
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>>50949805
This is a creature that tracks and hunts humans as a career
If she catches you, you will NEVER escape her clutches
no matter how fast you run, the woof is faster
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>>50952157
What if I catch her instead?
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>>50951607
Now you sit here, silent and vacant, and I realize that I never understood anything at all. Not you, not your thoughts, not even the distance that was already growing between us long before you landed here in this ageless room. I keep trying to remember the moment when you stopped being someone I could reach towards. There must have been a moment where you looked at me and decided that whatever connection I believed we had was never real to begin with. Did you already know then?
Did you look at me with that same expression and think that one day I would end up sitting here, talking to a person who can no longer answer me? If so, I wish you had said something.
Anything.
Sometimes I try to imagine what you would say if you could still think the way you used to. Would you apologize? Would you laugh softly and explain that all of this was simply another misunderstanding? Or would you look at me with that distant expression and say nothing at all, just like you are doing now? I suspect it would be the last one.
That would be the most honest outcome, wouldn’t it? Because if I am being honest with myself, you were never very interested in me to begin with.
How foolish.
I do so much for you, dear. I dedicate hours of my time to you, daily. I feed you, I spoil you, I clean after you, while you don't even bother to turn your head towards me. Do you know how insulting and ungrateful that is? If I had known this was the end result, perhaps I would have spent my infinite time more wisely. Instead I devoted myself to understanding you, to making sure your fragile little mind had the space it needed to function. And what did you do with that space? You disappeared into it, vanished so thoroughly that even now, when I sit directly in front of you, I cannot find a single trace of the person I wasted so much effort on.
You did this.
That is the conclusion I have arrived at after thinking about it long enough: you did this to yourself and somehow, in the process, you managed to drag me into it as well.
What are you thinking?What are you thinking?What are you thinking?WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?
The words repeat in my mind until they lose all meaning. Of course you aren’t thinking anything.
How cruel of you, my love.
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>>50952192
I honestly have no fucking clue what's going on apart from Kaguya imprisoning some guy.
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>>50952518
Guya grows closer to Anon and at one point, wrongly assumes the intense need she feels for him is mutual -> is rejected, which shocks her into a whiplash -> proceeds to kidnap him -> Anon, naturally, is not pleased with being held captive in an eternal room by someone he considered a friend (and ONLY a friend), and thus refuses to indulge her as a form of protest/expressing resentment -> Guya's mind falls deeper into a sinking hole of one-sided obsession and self-inflicted misery
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>>50952684
dumb moonie spent the better part of several hundred years rejecting men trying to court her, she should at least expect to be rejected at least once in her life
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You keep coming home with the scent of other girls on you (no matter how faint). No, saying "I can't smell it" is not an excuse, this is an obvious provocation. It's clear you can't be trusted outside on your own.
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>>50952171
Invest in lots of bandages
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>>50953430
They're just love bites, they don't hurt.
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bruising on my wrists. because i just had to try and get away when she said she wanted to start a family with me.
bitemarks on the side of my chin. because i kept trying to turn away from her loving kisses.
clawmarks on my my shoulders. because i kept wriggling my body as she locked her mouth with mine.
my clothes ripped to shreds. because i just had to hold unto them like a child.
more clawmarks on my legs. because crawling away was never going to work.
now there is more bruises on my crotch too. because i just had to get her so worked up for no good reason
she puts another bite mark on my shoulder. because she already planned to leave that mark... the rest is my own fault for being so difficult.
and now she is sinking her claws into my back. because i made feel too good.
its hurts so much, but i should be grateful. because now everybody knows i belong to her.....
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>>50953661
You can like someone as a friend or a sister but still fuck them though. Granted, it would be better to just avoid this Kaguya altogether.
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>>50953632
many such cases
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>>50953951
Immortality. An average yandere can hurt or kill any woman or man, or even you.
Kaguya can do something much better(worse).
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weirdly, you start getting approached by all sorts of villager girls
a not entirely unwelcome turn of events but it's a little uncanny they all seem to act...the same?
they're using archaic lingo that sounds more suitable for your grandmother than a young woman
the rough premise is that mizuchi knew your great-grandfather and he was some hotshot youkai hunter and she wants to continue the genetic legacy through possessed villagers to build an army
mizuchi's breeding plan
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>>50952684
She was the most beautiful woman on earth hundreds of years ago back when most other women would have already lost all their teeth by 20 and having a disgusting long greasy hair was a sign of health. She is probably very mid by Anon's modern standards.
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>>50956091
i could fix her
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>>50956106
it would be fun to try
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>>50956132
Anon, no. You'll become like that one fella who transformed into a love-empowered and vicious youkai trying to get with Parsee. I can't believe these anons learned nothing from past threads...
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This one?
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>Kaguya enters the living room hoping to talk to you when you make your bid for freedom.
>After 100 years of basket weaving you are skilled enough to quickly entrap her in a large woven basket while you escape.
>But with her 200 years of experience in tap dancing she is able to sense the reverberations throughout the basket and pinpoint the weak point in the fibers to strike and destroy the basket.
>It's too late, and with your 300 years of oil painting you used the few seconds she was trapped in the basket to paint every surface in the room to look like other surfaces, rooms, and hallways all with their own painted walls painted with similar paintings in different orders to confuse her sense of direction.
>Unfortunately with her 400 years of blindfolded mountain biking she is able to close her eyes and navigate the room with echolocation by screeching and chases after you.
>Luckily thanks to your 500 years of hedge trimming you are able to create an exact duplicate of yourself in the yard that draws her attention.
>Tragically, her 600 years of baking key lime pies made lime, egg yolks, and sweetened condensed milk, and topped with a meringue topping made from egg whites, or with whipped cream leaves her able to detect that the faint scents of the ingredients of the pie you ate that morning led elsewhere and she determines your correct location.
>Quickly, you use your 700 years of misdirection to trick her into using her 800 years of crime scene reconstruction to piece together a past scene you already played out earlier using your 900 years of improvised acting in anticipation of this very moment, tricking her into observing the past while you hide in the present.
>You have five minutes until she uses her 1000 years of kite flying to manipulate the local atmospheric pressure to create a wind formation that creates a small vacuum pocket in the sky that will collapse and suck you up into the air for easy discovery unless you prepare
This one?
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Just imagine an unstoppableand indomitable yanfairy. sure you can stop her the first time, the second time, maybe even the third time, but the seventh? Eighth? Twentieth time? Its a war of attrition and you're on the losing side.
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>>50959053
that could be hazardous depending on the fairy
punt the clown and she comes back with her torch to sandblast your sanity off
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>>50959031
Imagine yanshinmy. Being obsessed over by something a foot tall. You could just drop kick her into the next prefecture if she tries to threaten you. Of give her the Issun-bōshi and the oni treatment I guess.
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>idol anon goes to sleep
>wakes up with a shinmy in his pants cuddling his cock
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>>50959031
There's no telling what depths a properly motivated and focused fairy might sink to!
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>>50959466
They either get pacified or become exponentially worse
in either case, Reimu is bonking you with her gohei for multiplying with the monster
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>>50959485
What if the monster is Reimu herself?
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>>50960952
would not recommend
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>>50961181
Your resistance
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>>50963730
More flowers for her garden
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>>50963793
she will have to contend with the other near-extinct youkai.
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>>50963730
75.
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>>50963813
Ran, being 9 times the kitsune Tsukasa is will of course want 75 to the power of 9... so 75084686279296875, now get to work.
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>>50954691
None of this would've happened if she had just raped him.
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>>50964349
Is she even the type to initiate needless conversation? Unless she's feeling cheeky or has a particular objective in mind, i can't see Yuuka going out of her way to give others the time of day; that woman is introverted to the bone.
You could say matching interests would help create some sort of minimal connection, but even then... it might take some sort of inexplicable curiosity for things to take a serious turn.
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I think Yuuka would be a no good deed goes unpunished kinda situation. Like, you see some lady walking through the village who nobody ever tries to talk to unless they have to so you go out of your way to make some conversation. A little compliment here, some conversation there and before you know it, bam, you've been marked by the flower lady
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Come on lads, put a little backbone into it.
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Apparently inhuman but just as simple a subject as the rest of us? Not good enough.
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Closer but too naive still.
>>50965898
And like that flower, you'd soon be dead. Fetishistic, not playful.
Now, Yuuka has practically never done anything with a particular objective in mind. The entire Makai trip and Seihou vacation was done for the love of the game, no opportunity for banter being missed. Needless conversation is her forte, small talk is weak.
As any prim and proper Yuukafag can tell you, her main draw isn't conversation but elusiveness, never being where you think or want her to be, too much nature for that. No amount of sunflower images will ever pin her to a single spot. Can this tactic be used against her? Perhaps, but most humans would have no way of even imagining how. The challenge is always welcome, of course, because that hides the danger, and that's where we need to look.
Let's take a typical scenario: she's lonely, you approach her, you talk a little, she lights up, time does its work, madness. Is it really that easy? Taking the usual suspects at their word, Yuuka is a Youkai sort of Youkai, doubly inscrutable, and so sincerity is no longer a relevant question. If she gets infatuated with you like this, does she mean it? Who knows? You can point to anything, that first encounter, your house, your garden, your kids, your fetish play, and cry, surely she must. Absurd. All of these can become stakes in the blink of an eye. Everything can be an excuse to increase the game's intensity. If you want Yuuka, you want unpredictability, and the reverse also applies. Kidnapping or restraining is boring, how about forcing someone out of victimhood and into participation? Play up the yandere business only to burn it all away in establishing a duel. The whole edifice of obsessive, one-sided, subjective love, firmly resolved in one fell swoop of the game. Nothing but players, nothing but flowers.
A shame no one has bothered to go so far.
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Yuuka still remembered the day they’d met, the first time their eyes had almost caught one another, before the avoidant man averted his gaze with a nervous wariness that earned him a raised brow from Yuuka- who, mildly surprised, realized that no one had ever made her feel so curious before. Yuuka hadn’t usually been the sort of person who asked about others, but she'd smoothly interjected the path of some no-name villager who she could barely recall anymore, and she’d asked them, “Who is that man over there? The emaciated one who looks like he might crumble any moment now?”
They’d paused, presumably caught off-guard by her appearance. Tall, looming, yet effortlessly polite in the way she carried herself. They’d answered her anyway, of course.
“That’s, uh... Anonymous? He's not from around here.”
To be honest, she had some difficulty imagining this man spending his formative years in a pastoral land of any kind, sweaty with effort and barefoot on the ground; Anonymous didn't have prominent muscles and his skin wasn't tanned by the sun. He didn't appear too coarse and looked instead like he'd be quite at home in the quiet corners of a library, poring over archaic textbooks. Those hands had never drifted across the grass-covered hills. Those arms had never been scarred by the unrelenting talons of an angry rooster. She hadn't doubted for a moment that she’d been told the truth about the stranger before her- the choice of outfit he sported made it obvious enough.
Yuuka herself had seldom touched an animal, and she preferred to keep it that way. Perhaps, if the passerby's words were true, this “Anonymous” wasn’t worth her time, after all. A frail individual with no notable quirks, lucky enough only to have reached this safe-zone before another, more ravenous beast got to him first. Yuuka had already familiarized herself with outsiders and engaged with more than enough of their ramblings to last the average human's lifetime. If Anonymous resonated with such behavior, then…Yes, Yuuka convinced herself that she was safe dismissing him without sparing him a second more of her time. She'd already gotten what she came here for, anyway.
She’d dismissed herself outside the flower shop without issue, taking in the chilly autumn air. She exhaled softly as the door behind her creaked open. Stepping aside, as to avoid the edge of that door, she didn't bother glancing in the direction of whoever else had decided to come outside.
“Ah,” Regardless, the stiff voice hummed, sounding painfully rehearsed as it were. “Excuse me. This might seem sudden, but i sought you out for this.”
The corners of Yuuka's lips were fixed into a permanent, blank smile, finally turning to meet- or, attempt to meet -the drooping eyes of the man she'd been eyeing earlier in the shop. Said man lowered his head, so his gaze instead met the shadowed ground between his shoes, extending a hand with a small, wrapped package dangling from his fist.
“And what's this now?” asked Yuuka, hands still calmly tucked behind her back, unwilling to accept the supposed gift until he spouted whatever excuse he had in mind. She resisted the faint urge to snort at the comically pitiful sight of his wiggling lips, uncertainty painted across his features. It wasn't completely embarrassing, as Yuuka might have expected it to be.
“Food, from my ‘homeland’, you could say. I had some with me before i...got here. I thought you might find some sort of value in sampling delicacies. Ahem.”
When Yuuka took the package, Anonymous allowed his arm to fall before immediately pivoting and heading, again, for the door. Yuuka couldn’t find a good excuse for him to stay, so instead, allowed him to leave. She wasn’t sure why she waited until Anonymous was gone to toss the package onto the ground next to the wall, and she also wasn’t sure why she couldn’t allow herself to actually discard it when she went to do just that.
With a side-glance, then an acceptant sigh, she tucked the package under her arm and stepped down the desire path, intent on returning to her distant abode for the day.
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Yuuka sat at her desk, undoing the package and allowing two small, light-colored fruits to roll out onto the surface. Persimmons, they were called- quite sweet in flavor, supposedly. She'd once heard from a harvest goddess about how to prepare them, in which rituals they were common, about cultivation and the people who kept the practice of growing them. Perhaps solely so Anonymous would have a strange gift to present to her upon their first meeting, even though, once she considered it, she hadn’t thought to ask why he had even come to find her and deliver them in the first place.
She rolled one around on the desk absently, the controlled pressure applied by her finger just shy of boring a hole into the poor thing. Anonymous had dark lashes and ink-stained circles under his eyes. He looked like a portrait Yuuka had watched an artist create in a crowded azumaya once. She'd witnessed in half-interest as the artist had taken a finger and smeared the fresh charcoal under the cheeks to create depth there, how the eyelashes were black, hairy splotches that the eye was convinced held intricate depth despite the few lines required to create the illusion. Yuuka didn’t care much for art, but she didn’t mind Anonymous’s face, or the fact that he often seemed to keep his eyes on his surroundings. She didn’t mind the persimmons, either, even though no part of her desired to eat one at the moment. She didn’t mind Anonymous' tentative and curious voice, or his shoulders, or the way his clothes hung around his shape.
She didn’t mind any of it- any of Anonymous. Nothing about that man bothered her in particular. Peculiar as it was…maybe this meant that there was at least one good reason to still visit the village this week, maybe.
The persimmon rolled about the table, propelled by her deceptively gentle nudges.
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“Did you like it? The fruits, i mean.”
Yuuka, again, stood outside the humble shop in which she occasionally adquired goods, regarded Anonymous with a patient look marred by only the faintest hint of scrutiny, no different from a teacher examining a troubled child.
“Why have you sought me out again?”
Against her own expectations, she ended up sidestepping the question, if only because she didn’t feel like explaining that the persimmons had gone uneaten. For whatever reason, she’d found far more entertainment in simply staring at them and nudging them around on her desk than ever cutting them open or attempting to taste them.
Anon was quiet for a long moment, allowing the distant hustle and bustle to fill the space between them. Finally, the unwelcome stillness was broken apart by his voice which was only barely louder than the silence this time.
“It’s...well, it’s difficult to put it into words, exactly, but i’ve sensed a ‘kindred spirit’ in you; someone who also prefers their own company, you know. Or it could be that i’m hoping for a sense of peace that feels easy in your company.”
How audacious. She held back the immediate impulse to relentlessly poke and prod at that bold claim. She would have done as such, usually, but lately she felt defanged. Or, at least, when she found herself in Anonymous’ presence, she mysteriously felt defanged. She just couldn’t muster the energy to mess with him with her regular fervor. Maybe it was because Anon was already such a feeble thing, a leaf barely tethered to a tree branch that would wiggle free in the lightest breeze. Maybe she simply desired for Anon to hang on just a little bit longer for her sake.
“You don’t enjoy the crowds, i see.” she said, even though a normal person would have asked. Anonymous didn’t seem offended by the accusation, but instead tucked his hands in his pockets and shivered lightly in the chilly, softly-blowing breeze. He smiled slightly, a bashful gesture. Yuuka thought about how pliable the persimmons had felt in her fist, like she could have crushed them easily with a minuscule amount of force.
“I struggle to keep my eyes stilled when a braver person looks at me head-on,” said Anonymous. “It’s hard to express what i'm actually trying to communicate, too...especially at appropriate times.”
Yuuka chose not to tell Anon that there was hardly anyone worth looking at head-on in the establishment behind them, because presumably, some of the people inside became his friends since she last saw him. However, she hadn’t the slightest idea why a person like Anonymous would find conversation with his acquaintances so difficult, when the village's population commonly fawned over those who came from the outside- at least, until the novelty of his arrival vanishes for good.
Surely, there was discord among the thoughts in his mind. There had to be a thread she could pick at if, some time in the future, she grew tired of his gimmick and wished to wring him dry of any amusement he could offer.
“A slantwise gaze is not a death sentence,” said Yuuka pensively, barely paying attention to her words. “And after all, you’re speaking to me right now just fine, aren’t you?”
Anonymous didn’t speak, but he was still smiling when Yuuka glanced at him discreetly. His tepid grin had stretched wider in response to her absentminded comments, drawing his tongue between his lips to moisten them. Such gentleness reminded her of the chrysanthemums blooming in autumn, suddenly. That such a tender person should be allowed to exist…
Yuuka didn’t know what this realization meant to her. She couldn’t recognize the feeling that coiled deep in her stomach and seared the inside of her chest.
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It had been an inconvenient afternoon.
She’d visited the village as per usual, but somehow, through some inane mockery of fate, she and Anonymous had narrowly missed every opportunity they’d had to converse.
She’d attempted to approach Anonymous when she'd arrived, the handle of her parasol held lightly in her hands, but an older man had intercepted just before she’d managed to get close enough to speak. He seemed to be growing more confident over the days; he held his neck higher, offered inputs of his own without initial encouragement- though, Anon was still but a bean sprout in mind.
The next time, the pink-haired waitress at Geidontei had occupied nearly twenty minutes of his time with some meaningless talk that sounded like a waste of breath in Yuuka’s ears. She’d approached the table where Anonymous awaited his drink, but a lax villager had slipped in and stolen the seat Yuuka was aiming for when she was a mere five steps away from it. Instead, she’d situated herself near an available table opposite to Anonymous’, her index finger tapping the wood incessantly.
Anonymous, to his credit, seemed about as invested in their little chat as a person could be without looking their conversation partner in the eye. To some extent, Yuuka had begun to liken eye contact to something akin to religious chastity with Anon; as though the person who finally got him to look them in the eyes would have stolen some purity from him that he’d maintained lifelong. She didn’t know why a part of her coveted that experience, why, when she thought about the idea of Anonymous courting some woman, it bothered her so, to think of Anon pressing his forehead against this imaginary female and peering unflinchingly into her gaze.
It was a rude awakening, to realize he was slowly but certainly shifting away from the initial image of a forlorn creature he'd showed himself as. Distance was far from something that bothered her, but it felt oddly like a betrayal, to consider she wasn’t the only individual he retreated to when in need of personal peace. It was even more disappointing when the sound of footsteps reverberated from behind, and it wasn't Anonymous’ face that greeted her, but the same stubbled stranger from before.
“Just where he said you’d be,” he announced, lazily so, carefree to a fault even as he joked around afterward. “Anon asked me to bring you some snacks since he was kind of busy, and you being too good to eat with us. The last part was my addition, of course.”
He offered Yuuka a napkin-wrapped packet, identical to the one Anonymous had handed her the first time they’d met, but with different contents this time. The persimmons had all run out by now. He no longer had any remaining physical connections to the distant world he yearned for so hopelessly. She wanted to reject the package, if only because she also wished to disregard the villager’s presence altogether, but with a sigh, she reached out and plucked it away, tucking it under her arm. It was soft and crushed easily, obviously some kind of bread. She wondered if Anonymous had made it himself, or if he’d gotten it from somewhere.
“I’ll hang out here for a while,” said the stubbled man, then gestured to his back with a thumb. “There isn’t a lot to do back there right now.”
Yuuka expression and curtness must have shown her disinterest, because he then laughed. “Sorry,” He cooed, waving a dismissive hand. “You just make it so obvious that you’re only here for Anon.”
“You-”
“It’s understandable, don’t get me wrong. The fellow has a good heart, that one.” The villager added, cutting her off. A talkative man hogging all the airspace in a conversation. Yuuka tapped the crooked handle of her parasol, twice. “First you find yourself curious about how he’s so awkward, then you realize that he’s just…more open than most people. Maybe he buckles so easily because he’s being weighed down from wearing all he feels on his sleeve all the time. I don’t understand this lifestyle myself, though i won’t judge.”
Yuuka made to verbally bite back against the villager for the frankly rude interruption, but instead, the wrong words slipped out. When it came to matters pertaining to Anonymous, it seemed like the wrong words often slipped out.
“Has he used that lifestyle to grow closer to anyone else, then?”
The stubbled man furrowed his brows.
“What do you mean?”
Yuuka wasn’t so sure what she meant either, but a response fluttered out nonetheless.
“It seems to me that he might have some sort of relationship with that Geidontei poster girl that’s different from his relationship with the likes of you.”
The villager paused momentarily, shock clear in his expression. Was this the first he heard of such a thing? Granted, this was only Yuuka’s brief theory anyway, but it wasn’t until this moment that she realized how unfounded it was.
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>>50971741
The lad is now immortal; sooner or later, he'll be able to rape her back, even if it takes years. This is war.
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>>50971894
One anon compiled a long Flandere story from 3 or 4 yandere threads a while ago. Then threw them unto ao3.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45427612/chapters/114296602
But sadly, there is nothing for the autist...
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-It had seemed natural at the time to assume that someone like Anonymous would be unattainable in some shape or form, but...
The stubbled man laughed again.
“Ahahah! Heheh, nah. I don’t think Anon is interested in the Okunoda chick, if that’s what you’re insinuating. I guess you could say that she’s not his type. To be fair, I don’t think Anon is her type, either.”
Yuuka sat with that briefly, then she asked, “Anonymous isn’t interested in women…?”
“Well, or men, or people- anyone, really.” Another laugh. The sound of his laughter was starting to barb under Yuuka's skin. “He changed the subject when we talked about having crushes when we were younger. I’m sure the idea of settling down and having a family someday hasn’t ever occurred to him. He just doesn’t seem to see the world that way.”
Yuuka hummed. She wanted to ask whether he knew if Anon used to look people in the eye before he was forcibly moved here or not, but she couldn’t be bothered. The villager sucked in a long breath, seeming to chew on his own series of questions momentarily.
Then, horrifically, he asked, “Why? Are you interested in him? That’s why you started orbiting him every time you show up?”
“Is a cat infatuated with a mouse for playing with it before the kill?” Retorted Yuuka immediately, her eyes slowly closing as she blurted the rhetoric. The grating sound of his laughter permeated the area...again.
Their conversation did not last much longer afterward, for better or worse- filled with mere, shared quips between one another before he tired himself out. Yuuka eventually stepped down the desire path again, walking across the familiar space among the trees that would lead her home. That interaction taught her one thing, however- It may be prudent to exercise a certain reservedness when others spoke about Anonymous in her company, lest she brings upon some misconception that her temporary curiosity about him was a romantic fascination in disguise.
This was incorrect, but it would be far too difficult to express to that sort of folk the actual depth of her interest in Anonymous. The sun, after all, was not a thing that the sunflowers were simply romantically drawn to. Oxygen inhaled through her lungs and pumping through her veins was not a thing that she had a simple affinity for. Their minds couldn’t conceive of such a thing. Only Anonymous, her kindred spirit, as he himself had said, would ever fathom what exactly resonated in her heart when they were together, but she hadn’t had time yet to converse about this with him.
Those eyes of his weren’t made to draw over the faces of the Geidontei waitress, nor that lazy villager. That voice wasn’t made to be heard by them. The bread was spoiled by the stubbled man's unclean hands. Yuuka tossed it somewhere she barely paid attention to, already catching sight of curious fairies flocking around the packed snack like ducks. She allowed herself to stew in her own thoughts as the wind carried her home.
The tangerine sky passed in a blur, watching on as she spoke to her blonde companions. She soon settled at her desk, staring fixedly at the singular remaining persimmon gone uneaten, suspended atop the wooden surface, in its jar. She tapped at the glass and watched it tremble faintly. It made her feel better to see it, still unchanged. To know that Anonymous might never eat it again but she could gaze at it for days to come if she wanted to. It was hers now, and no longer his. It would peer back at her for as long as she decided to keep it, regardless of how much it rotted.
Anonymous wouldn’t understand an eternity like that, but that was okay. He was only human, after all.
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The stubbled villager’s jokes somehow sounded less tedious when Anonymous parroted similar jests.
It was an early morning when she’d invited him over to her vast garden, under the condition that he did not try his luck with her dearest, floral giants. Anonymous currently wrapped himself helplessly in a shabby threadbare jacket, a failed attempt at resisting the windy weather. Anonymous spoke quietly to her about the birds that occasionally flew far above their heads, supposedly similar to the ones he used to watch back home, but as Yuuka paid closer attention, she realized that he was more fixated on the concept of a “home” than the avians themselves.
Anonymous had been known to sink his teeth into nostalgia more often than not, so even this wasn’t an unexpected development. The affection in his eyes as he tip-toed carefully around a conversation in which he vocalized his sublime desire to take to the air like them and escape from his worries was palpable. He looked so elated in this moment that Yuuka was almost surprised that his own hot air didn’t lift him up into the stratosphere.
He was thankfully quite grounded, however, so their reprieve could continue uninterrupted.
“I could fly you up there and give you a closer look, you know. But the wind is so strong today...I can’t guarantee your frail self won't unfortunately slip off my grasp. Fufu,” Yuuka teased, not quite capable of bullying him further as she tended to, quite easily, with everyone else. She ignored the existence of the exceptions to her behavior that had been accumulating for the past couple of weeks, for there were more pressing matters to tend to, after all, like the cute powdering of a rosey shade on Anonymous’ cheeks and the tip of his nose, or the way that he shook so terribly that it would be so easy to offer him shelter in her coat. She didn’t offer, of course, because such a thing would be far too gauche, but the concept of an “almost” was there, and that was more than enough for now.
Anonymous turned his head slightly in her direction even though he didn’t raise his eyes nor look at her while he responded, the chuckle flowing naturally out of his mouth.
“Heheh! I'm fine, don't concern yourself with it; I'm not feeling suicidal today. It must be nice though, to be able to fly like you, wherever you go. Being carried around is not the same- it’s like...the difference between relying on someone else’s cooking, and simply learning to cook your own meals.”
Yuuka scoffed a laugh.
“Flight is simply the transportation of oneself from one location to another by faster means than foot-travel. Does it matter that much by which hands one finds themselves transported from a place to another?”
Anonymous’ eyes trailed a few more soaring birds for a moment. Yuuka resisted the urge to lightly poke his cheek in his instance of distraction, even though it took a Herculean effort to hold herself back from doing so.
“It matters to me,” he said quietly, smile falling for a fraction of a second. Yuuka sucked in a breath, then nodded.
“So I suppose the most reasonable course of action is to give you a few classes on how to fly wherever your heart desires, yes? I’ll have you know i don’t do this for just anyone.”
Anonymous breathe-laughed a second time at her teasing, scuffing his shoes against the dirt. Despite its shabbiness, his dark jacket complemented his features quite well. He was an ink smudge on a green and blue canvas, a pop of abyss among the semblance of life the garden constituted as. Yuuka wondered if anyone in the universe could appreciate his color palette as much as her, or even if Anonymous had only become substantial when he’d moved away from a world that never understood him.
She wondered, then, if anyone but herself had ever understood him so well.
“Thank you, teacher. If you find my arguments passable, then i suppose we could share the sky,” Anonymous said quietly, sweetly, a friendly half-joke. “There is ample room up there for two.”
Yuuka, suddenly, ached at the simple thought of Anonymous sprouting a pair of wings and flying far away from her. She didn’t tell him as much- that if he dreamed of flying far away from Gensokyo and returning to where he belonged, then she would dream of violently clipping his wings and keeping him as close as possible.
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>>50972984
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Eientei is the evil ass rape building of Gensokyo.
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>>50976387
Kaguya forcing herself on you after being convinced you were just playing hard to get!
Kaguya proving herself to be no different from the countless ravenous animals who once pined after her!
It's not harassment when she's the one doing it!!
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Anon was already asleep when Kaguya visited his lodging. He lay splayed out on his bedding, sheets curled around his legs like a half-shed cocoon. His soft breathing was barely louder than the crickets singing outside, the evening's task surely having drained every ounce of energy he still had left. The mirror in the room stood silent, judging in ways that Kaguya refused to address more than to offer it a stray glance before she knelt down inches away from her friend's futon. Perhaps the distant, reflective surface already knew what repressed thoughts lied behind her gorgeous visage.
She caught herself waiting for an invitation that would never come, even if Anonymous were fully awake. For a handful of minutes, she simply sat and watched, fingers templed below her chin as his chest rose and fell deeply, with only the occasional hitch. She wondered if he was dreaming of something interesting. Kaguya hoped it involved her, somehow. Her eyes slid from his cheeks to his neck, his shoulders peeking from the wide collar of his shirt, then down his arms- the blueish veins barely prominent beneath the surface. His fingers looked soft, masculine but not brutally rough from life-long manual labor like most of men's hands she'd seen.
She realized that she'd never touched Anon before, not fully. despite the many times she'd invited him to her abode for a friendly chat or more. One day, she'd even playfully grasped his shirt's fabric to guide him through the bamboo maze, but she hadn't been given ample opportunity to appreciate the -actual-, fleshy body protected by cloth with her palm.
For this reason, and because some part of her felt owed this experience after holding in everything she felt for so long, she reached forward, pressing a single, concealed finger in the divot of her dear friend's upturned palm. Anon didn't stir, but his fingers twitched. His glassy eyes slid partially open, but they saw nothing as they gazed at her- still unconscious, thankfully for her. His body reacted to physical stimuli, it seemed, but his mind must have been far away. Kaguya tested the waters again, drawing her finger, which was partially covered by her large sleeve, around Anonymous' palm. He closed and opened his hand a few times, somewhat ticklish, and his brows twitched briefly before relaxing once more. His parted lips blew labored breaths into the silence. Kaguya pulled back momentarily to adjust her sleeve and reveal her unbelievably smooth hand, then leaned back in, threading their fingers together, palm to palm.
Anonymous' "watched" her, his expression vacant. The Inaba had informed her he had cluelessly drank the tea she'd separated for him early on, ensuring Kaguya that bringing him back to reality shouldn't be too easy. Trusting, clueless Anon. He was such an endearing thing; he was lucky she was so fond of him. He needed someone to take care of him, to look after him, and to make sure he rose on time in the morning after enjoying a good night’s sleep. He needed a special one to feed him, to change him, to bathe him, to make sure he understood he was loved in this world.
Her hand broke away from Anon's, her fingers dancing down a wrist and lingering where its pulse thrummed peacefully through the dark lines of veins there. Then she shifted forward, enough so that she crouched halfway out of the wooden floor and halfway above the bed, as her hand drew up the sleeping man's arm, hesitated on his shoulder, then finally wrapped around one small, nicely-shaped ear. Then, her fingers combed into Anonymous' hair.
She sighed euphorically. All these parts of her dear friend's body felt as velvety, untarnished, and sublime as she'd always fantasized that they would. Anonymous' nearly shut eyes continued to forever just barely miss a meeting gaze, eternally, even in bare coherence, uncomfortable with the idea of giving his entire self to another person. No matter, Kaguya thought. He was still reluctant now, but he wouldn’t always be. Anon was looking at her and that meant that whatever transpired here was okay. It meant that, if Anonymous so wanted to, he could push up from the futon and go do whatever else, but he wasn’t doing that. He simply stared upward with his glassy, unfocused and nigh-lifeless gaze, with his irresistible cheeks and open lips, and that vacant expression. Kaguya convinced herself that this was a consenting gesture. It must have been, because Anon had always had all the power over her heart. He’d always been the one fully in control and not the other way around.
If he didn't desire this, then she wouldn't have desired it, either. Maybe the drug didn't even put him to sleep at all, and he was, in actuality, tempting her to act on her feelings on purpose all along. Left unchecked with every possibility available to her, she wasn’t entirely sure which prize she wanted to claim first. Anon's hair felt nice between her fingers, and his eyes were such pretty dots, despite their liddedness.
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-And his lips…haaah. Kaguya pressed a knee to the bed, leveraging herself on the plushness with her free hand.
"Anonymous," She said softly, barely above a whisper, desperate for any sign he was faking his lack of activity. That she was right on her madness. "Look at me, my friend..."
Anon, again, didn't stir. His gaze remained barely fixed. His chest continued to rise and fall at a stable rhythm. A fool might assume that this dead fish stance meant he truly wasn't present in their current predicament, but Kaguya, now, wasn’t so sure. He had made first contact back when they'd first met, after all. He'd chosen to continue to see her, and converse with her on a consistent basis. He'd continued meeting her here, and he trusted her as his companion. Kaguya began to wonder if this was little more than an elaborate game of cat and mouse, if Anonymous, eternally pious and virginal, had been compelled by his righteousness and purity to make Kaguya work as hard for his eternal company as any good, pure thing must. As hard as those who once coveted her had worked, but she wasn't like them.
She was not like the white-haired phoenix's fraudulent father, nor the uncouth swine who could hardly keep their gazes full of intent off her curves. She had wanted Anon for such a long time, and Anon had wanted her, too. He must have loved her and must have desired to belong to her fully because he was still here, and he made no attempt to shirk away or to leave in the night when it would have been so easy. She leaned forward, allowing herself to climb fully onto the futon. Both knees tucked between Anon's now spread legs, she slid her hands along those arms, lifting them above his head and pinning them there, both encased easily in one powerful hand. Her other hand crawled down again, brushing Anonymous' cheek then cupping his chin. She angled his head toward her, but those eyes somehow continued to evade her, seemingly effortlessly.
So her hand, instead, dropped down to wrap around his throat, putting pressure there until the unmoving man hiccuped a pathetic cough. Then it continued downward, grasping at one flat pec under the casual shirt, then the faintest traces of ribs, the stomach. She touched everything, because she was allowed to, because Anon wouldn't stop her, because he wanted this. Because he wanted Kaguya's hands to be the hands that violated him, because he tired of being a pure thing belonging to nobody and desired so desperately, instead, to be the greatest treasure in her possession yet.
Kaguya's lips met the edge of Anonymous' jaw. She pressed them there gently and inhaled, smelled his hair and the slight residue of powdery soap, the subtle, fevered salt of sweat. Her free hand grasped at his leg, dragging it upward and propping it against her side. She clutched at it with such fervor that Anon heaved a small squeak, so pitiful and powerless that she lessened her hold just a little. She kissed along Anonymous' throat, licked the sweat from his skin. She prodded her perfect teeth to those prominent collar bones and thought about marking him, making him bleed. But she didn't like the idea of leaving marks behind because he, too, would have to see them. She wanted Anonymous to continue on as an immaculate thing, just like her. She wanted Anon to appear purehearted, even if, right now, he was -obviously- allowing quite a lot of naughty things to be done to him.
It could be their secret though, she told herself. Anonymous could continue to pretend to the others that he had no need for romanticism, for physical pleasure. He could delude everyone else into believing that he was a being elevated from all of this, but Kaguya was content with this truth that she now understood. She leaned up again, plunging down to smash her lips against Anon's in a far more bruising kiss than she'd intended. But no one had to know how fervent her need was, either. No one but her most dearest friend should witness her losing herself like this, in a manner unbecoming of a princess, a matrimonial sort of heat that rattled her heart in her chest and plunged a warmth deep in her abdomen that told her that she was doing exactly what she always should have done.
Across the room, she heard the slide of the shoji, unprompted. Just as she snapped her head away in its direction, one of Anon's hands weakly rose from the futon, and she barely heard a small, sluggish, "K-...Kagu-?"
But she was up and away from the bed before she could contemplate that too much. She didn’t dare look back in Anon's direction as Eirin entered the room, staring down at a pamphlet of notes in her hands for a long beat before she finally addressed her.
"Is everything alright, princess? I noticed you weren't in your usual quarters. Nothing dreadful happened, i hope?" she said, nodding respectfully in Kaguya's direction.
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Only then did Kaguya turn and look at her fellow immortal, both arms stiffly wrapped around her form to hide the darkened stain on her pelvic area with her sleeves. She thanked everything there was, that the pink fabric masked the trembling in her fingers from view. Her serene smile felt tight and harder to maintain, the princess forcing herself not to swallow down the lump in her throat.
"Not at all, Eirin~! I only wished to check on dearest Anonymous; he brought me such concern, yawning every minute, looking as if on the verge of collapsing entirely." Kaguya improvised, and hated the way Eirin's eyes narrowed microscopically as they pierced straight through her, the look of someone who knew too much, but preferred to offer her companion the benefit of the doubt. Her loyalty came first, it seemed.
She then nodded, humming in a low, dissatisfied way.
"I appreciate that you've continued visiting your friend despite his clumsiness. It often takes more feeble souls quite a long time to acclimate to extensive labor, but-" She tapped a line in her notes before looking up at her and smiling in a subtly stern way. “-i assure you he would benefit greatly from being left to rest properly, first things first. Don't stay up too late, princess."
She pointed a quick glance at Anon's back before turning on her heel and heading toward the door, fully expecting Kaguya to follow. Kaguya finally exhaled, gritting her teeth beneath her lips. She heard the sheet shuffle behind her as the still hazy Anonymous stirred.
"Mmm, certainly. I'll go right away.” she said, unsurprised by her own disappointment, but startled, instead, by a strange sense of crushing shame that overcame her. She left the guest room behind without another look in Anon's direction. For whatever reason, she suddenly felt terrified of what she might see there.
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>>50976576
Fuck, that was really good
I really liked how you did Kaguya's twisted reasoning
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'Tis just a one-shot Anon, i'm sorry. >>50976387 gave me a spark of inspiration to write about Guya doing mental gymnastics to convince herself she's no lecherous pervert like her pursuers (while simultaneously trying to rape her crush).
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>"Look at me, my friend..."
>doesn't look
>chokes his drugged ass
why is she like this
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Winter met the surface in full force, but despite the frigid temperatures and bothersome snow, she and Anon preserved their meetings and the latter nonetheless reunited with her outside when they both grew tired of his minimalistic household's interior. For now, they spoke about festivities and such. Anonymous wasn’t very familiar with certain customs more than he'd heard about them in passing from the locals and the occasional youkai adorning a blatantly obvious disguise. He'd held down a bare-boned job of tending to his neighbor's crops for quite some time now, and it appeared to be going well enough for him to prevent monetary issues in his day-to-day life.
"My neighbor asked if I wanted to participate in some celebration his family was preparing for. Something about building a huge bonfire," said Anon, pensively rubbing his chin with a trembling hand. "I felt kind of overwhelmed in the middle of all that noise...I had to make up an excuse to withdraw from his residence. I hope he doesn't resent me for it."
Yuuka created a small cloud of cold with her humored exhale, watching a small group of children scurrying around and bumping into each another, and attempting, for a brief time, to appear detached enough that they wouldn't mistake a woman and a man standing unnecessarily close for a couple amidst the frost. Anonymous lacked the capacity to do such things, but in his odd aloofness, he somehow tended to always look like he was exactly where he was supposed to be anyway.
"Look at the bright side; I am sure you're much more delighted to be spending your time by my side. Most would not consider mingling with their employer beyond what's necessary."
Anonymous didn't seem to prefer that point of view, but he didn't press it further. Maybe he thought at this moment that the culture of the village was barbaric, at least in comparison to the modernity he originated from. Perhaps he wasn't wrong. He was of a different pedigree than some of the drooling creatures that surrounded him here. Some innate superiority within him would forever separate him from the perpetual syndrome of ignorance that characterized Gensokyo's status quo.
"I want to become part of this new home of mine, like everyone else. But I still can't understand how some of my peers' thoughts work at all. I must've embarrassed myself five to ten times this day alone, hah." Anon said wryly, a tinge of true sadness in his voice. "Whatever the case, you're not wrong. It -is- nice to see you; i'm sorry for not being able to talk to you as much lately. I've been, um...busy with stuff."
"You only think so because you’re above it," then said Yuuka, a refusal to fully let the former topic rest just yet. "Not everyone thinks with your thoughtfulness."
He blinked, not quite expecting that complimentary input from his closest comrade, and the dismissal of his apology as a whole. Yuuka stuffed down her affectionate urges- she was a bit too doting today, she noted. So much for worrying about her image in front of bystanders. To her luck, Anon had succeeded in his next attempt at shifting the subject to warm winter beverages instead.
To be fair, Yuuka had no real answer for him. She couldn't explain to Anonymous that his reservations spawned from a place of superiority because he would never allow himself to believe that he was vastly better than his colleagues. This was both his crux and his greatest source of merit, after all, as though he were a puzzle piece gilded, but unable to snap into its correct place without tarnishing its edges. His inability to understand his value was, in some part, a testament to the value itself. Common humans were weak and ordinary, weak and cowardly, weak and ignorant. Anonymous was weak, that was true without a shadow of a doubt, but that weakness fostered an unique inquisitiveness that Yuuka initially didn't think was possible. And after all, he was her fellow, while most people were not. Anon understood her on a fundamental level that most would never be allowed to and, likewise, she understood him better than anyone else.
She thought back to Kurumi's curiosity about the reason for her frequent departures from Mugenkan. She'd said simply, "I have met a fellow who exceeds my expectations."
The blonde's following confusion was humorous to Yuuka's ears, though that was not the sole reason for her lack of interest in further ellaboration. There were multitudes, but she'd floundered. Only the warm tails of light Anonymous emanated with ease came to mind, but somehow…she got the sinking feeling that she couldn't completely fathom everything that Anon already was, not yet.
Yuuka's reminiscence prevented her from noticing, at first, her source of interest's eyes widening slightly in realization, as if recalling something that caused him great urgency.
"Oh, fuck!" blurting, he immediately bowed his head in an apologetic display. His raised hands were made to emphasize his regret, too.
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>>50978997
"I need to go, Yuuka. Sorry, sorry! I just remembered someone wanted to talk to me about something important. I'll make it up to you later."
Without further ado, he hurried out of her general vicinity, making an effort not to collide with the wandering villagers around the area. Her eyes stared in his direction, motionless, even after minutes past his disappearance. Just like that? She didn't even have time to...
"time to" what, she wasn't entirely sure. Their latest interaction could not be described as ultimately important in the grand scheme of things, really. Still, she lacked ideas on what to do next, her gaze tracking every measly thing in her peripheral vision, searching for viable entertainment, to no avail. She found herself inevitably trailing after the same path Anonymous took, her frame a distinct shape that glided across the ground like a phantom.
She'd found him again, conversing with the woman she recognized as the waitress of that pub he and his friends enjoyed. Yuuka witnessed her snort in response to a distant comment of his, touch his arm, whisper a fleeting promise in his ear. She watched him play along, observed so intensely she failed to realize her hand's veins were bulging out. Her suspicions were right, of course they were- she just didn't want to think about the implications that came with them.
Anon had finally emerged from his chrysalis of demureness. He was different from the puny person who once twitched before her scrutiny, almost unrecognizable. He was happier now, as any critter would be once it breached the comfortable isolation of it's cocoon and insolently bounded into the open sky, even if doing so meant exposing themselves to the dangers of being caught by predators.
Yuuka's visage wore blankness like a cover, but her skull was pounding. The pink-head handed a small, delicately decorated gift to Anonymous, earning a flattered gesture from the man. She couldn't focus on preserving her usual composure after that. Her rationality recognized the childishness of her paranoia, but a more ancient, animalistic side of her ego long since suppressed was overwhelming her senses with unwelcome thoughts. She remembered that autumn day when they'd met, the persimmons, kindred spirit, Geidontei, soaring birds, her garden, his -home-.
Myriad emotions and sensations roiled within the depths of Yuuka's chest: betrayal, embarrassment, longing, fear, loss, anger. Everything coalesced with the whispering voice of her true, beastly nature as a youkai, with the memories that inexplicably stung like salt in her eyes, with Anon's tiredly smiling face in the crosshair of her gaze. Her palms itched to crush the remaining persimmon. Anonymous grinned sheepishly at something Okunoda said to him, gazing with goodnatured confidence directly into the other female's eyes.
A heartbeat later, Yuuka finally dragged herself away from the sight, and left for good.
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Anonymous must've realized something was different, because the man fell silent once he realized Yuuka hadn't mustered a word in several seconds. He must've assumed she was in the mood for a quiet atmosphere, because he soon settled by her side and allowed himself to stare up at the falling snowflakes in shared quietness.
"...Say, Anonymous," only for her to break it wistfully, "Have you ever considered moving somewhere beyond the borders of the village?"
Understandably, Anonymous hesitated to answer. It was unlike your average human to even imagine escaping the safety of their gates, with the exception of a certain thief and a few other anomalies. He sat on that in his reliable, long-lasting pensiveness, then he rebutted, "No- not at all, actually. I told you before, right? I've been trying to fit in as much as possible and, you know...accept this as my new home. I'm not sure if i can handle the burden of having to adapt to new surroundings -again-. How many 'homes' need i flutter before finally settling down?"
There was still time, anyway, Yuuka thought to herself. Anonymous didn't have to decide right away, especially when he was but a mere, naive butterfly. What did a being like him knew about what was best for him? Nothing. He had nowhere else to go. A breakable toy with delusions of maturity; he wasn't an important figure like Reimu Hakurei, he wasn't a close ally of goddesses like the green-haired shrine maiden, and he most certainly was not like the duplicitous witch. He might even stumble on a rock and injure himself, his hands would have trouble handling tasks meant for a youkai's strength. He'd boil in the sun and melt in the freezing rain. His wings would get caught in a spider-web and fail to free himself, struggling in futility.
He'd understand, Yuuka reassured her mind. Then she assured herself again, and a third time, and so many times that when she sat at her desk again hours later, she simply stared at the rotting persimmon trapped in it's jar and allowed the long minutes to pass as "Anonymous will understand" circled her brain like water round a clogged drain.
Her heart racketed in her chest, plagued by a poisonous mixture of bitterness and resolution.
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|In the late Autumn, Anon caught a stray leaf in the air and gazed fondly at its pretty color. He noticed Yuuka had been eyeing him and thus turned his eyes up toward her, held the leaf so he could see her framed through a hole in the center, and smil-|
A door at the end of the hallway opened, forcing her back to the present and away from one of the many memories she'd come to treasure deeply over the seasons. Her mind returned to the imposing mansion she actually resided in- with the knowledge that in a particular white room with white walls, red floor and ceiling, an invaluable specimen rested six to eight hours every day. This little specimen she'd transported from the village, all the way to a world of fantasy, across a vast lake of blood and finally, into Mugenkan. She'd ensured not even the smallest bit of harm befell him throughout the entire process, not on her watch.
It reminded Yuuka of the day she'd first presented her precious garden to him, her own way of expressing affection for the man. He had been so hesitant to let her take him into her arms and show him the sky up close, the same azure plane he idealized with his tendencies of escapism- bashfully refusing to let her so much as touch him. She never got to offer him those so-called 'flight classes', nor will she be able to anytime soon, because Anon, right now, was upset with her.
From what Elly understood after Yuuka brought him here, she and the man had been fellows once upon a time, and most likely they still were. Anonymous' insistence on being difficult had less to do with a sudden, perceived disinterest in their bond and more to do with the principle of the thing. She had reassured the other woman once, not to worry, it was only a temporary set-back, but eventually, surely...
Yuuka pinched the bridge of her nose for a second, shifting her stance on her wooden chair on which she sat. She wet her lips and quietly cleared her throat- finally, she made up her mind. She stood up from the seat close to her usual desk and left the chamber entirely, traversing the carpets to a destination she'd seen about twenty times or so by now. Yuuka had no obligation to go there today and attempt to coerce Anon again, just as she hadn't been obligated to partake in such a thing yesterday or the day before. On the contrary, this was a destination that often soothed her nerves on more stressful days. It made sense, as well, that one's kindred spirit would surely raise her spirits on even the roughest of days.
Kurumi had jokingly commented that perhaps it was worth it to keep the man around as a mascot who could reliably raise Yuuka's morale. She'd half-heartedly chastised the blonde to hide the fact those words appeared way more enticing than they should've.
For now, whenever she visited him, Anonymous tended to crowd the window of his new room- which he vehemently refused to ever call it 'his' -so closely that his breath fogged the surface, obscuring anything he might have seen on the other side. It reminded Yuuka, as well, of a supposed study she'd read from a book at Kourindou, about the baby monkeys and their cloth and iron mothers, but she didn't dwell on that thought for too long. She cared little for the emotional weaknesses of most fragile things. Fragility, as it was, didn't tend to be something she prized in most people she met.
Anonymous' tantrum had exacerbated to such extremes that he refused to turn and greet anyone who entered the room, even if they were simply dropping off his meals. She'd never imagined that Anonymous of all people would be capable of such pathetic infantility, but perhaps she should have prepared herself for such a thing. All fellows experienced their misunderstandings and their foibles from time to time, and that's all this was. Anon would soon come to understand the error of his ways, that she only wished to provide him with a safer, better place to live at. He would understand that Yuuka had only his best interests at heart. He would understand that everything would be better if he simply spread those wings and allowed the winds of change to carry him in the correct direction. He needed not adapt to newer surroundings on his own, when she'd be by his side all the while.
This, after all, was the inevitable ending of Anonymous' story- succumbing to the blissful realization the jar that encased him was where he was meant to be, protected from the harsh, Gensokyan environment. He was here, and Yuuka was here, and soon, he would come to comprehend that this was enough. His dream had always been to keep himself suspended in those happy moments forever, after all. Surely, even a stubborn child like himself should be capable of understanding that all Yuuka wanted was to give him the reality that he'd coveted even when things were still happy in the village, and peaceful, and his world had remained, for a faint moment, unshattered.
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Yuuka sighed, her walking pace unabated, even as she almost halted in place from sheer uncertainty. If Anon would care to humor her somewhat, perhaps they'd have an actual, proper conversation this time. They'd exchange refreshing commentary that would be the most invigorating and entertaining conversation Yuuka has had in weeks. She wouldn't beam or cackle exaggeratedly, but there would be a harmony to their exchange of dialogue. There would be a lightness in her step for days following.
Reality was different from her expectations, however. The relief of mending their relationship would have to come later, once Anonymous comes to his senses and finally understands where he'd gone wrong. As it was, she currently felt more frustrated than anything at times; frustrated that Anon wasn't listening to her and that her gatekeepers could see that her kindred spirit didn't seem all that interested in her pleas, frustrated, too, that he refused to be logical about this, even in the insufferable emotional way that Yuuka had considered carefully before proposing the whole thing to him in the first place.
She rarely felt embarrassed about anything, with one particular exception, but perhaps the feeling she was describing internally was akin, in some way, to embarrassment.
"Maybeee he's just... not that into you?" Kurumi had -carefully- suggested one evening without much prompting, as if Yuuka were a deadly explosive with an Anonymous-shaped detonator. "Your fellow, I mean. Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe all this stuff you've been preaching to him was more on your side than his?"
Yuuka grimaced, fiddling with her ribbon as she finally stopped in front of the door to Anonymous' room. She took a deep breath, then turned the knob.
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This time, Yuuka decided to feed him herself, if only to prevent the small, but existent possibility he'd -starve- himself in protest like an angsty brat. She sat in a spare chair across from Anonymous, no longer sulking by the window but atop his bed instead. She tore pieces of bread from a half-loaf, soaking them in a broth-heavy soup before pressing them to Anonymous' lips, her eyes staring unblinkingly until he relented and ate. Despite her overflowing desire to verbally interact with her trusted one, Yuuka suddenly couldn't spit out any interesting topics that came to mind, so they simply sat together quietly as he half-heartedly consumed his meal bit by bit. Yuuka continued preparing yet more soup-soaked bread for him, meanwhile. Some part of her questioned herself if he used to eat this back in his world, and if such a coincidence would help ease his heart and, hopefully, speed up the process of his conversion.
But another part of her, a larger, more overbearing part, felt that Anonymous shouldn't dwell within an unfortunate and undignified past longer than necessary. Yuuka herself was far too willing to seep in and fill all those empty spaces, until his past, present and future were merely his euphoric experiences with his kindred spirit, who he'd recognize someday as his savior, as the woman who saw through his deceptively simplistic exterior and found the boundless magnificence he possessed on the inside.
His favorite soup could be any soup that Yuuka fed him. His favorite place could be any place that Yuuka existed in. His home could be whatever space she decided that best suited him.
"Do you enjoy it?" she asked, surprising even herself as her words prickled in the oppressive silence. "The soup…do you enjoy the soup?"
Anonymous fidgetted somewhat, but he didn’t respond. His lashes fluttered like he was attempting to look up and meet Yuuka's eyes, and she felt her impatience growing with every moment he avoided them. She knew he could confidently look into the gaze of whoever stood before him, because she'd seen him do so with that pink-haired -cow- in the village.
She dipped another piece of bread in the soup, allowing it to sit there for so long that the tips of her fingers dampened in it. The elevated temperature bothered her not; it'd take something much, much hotter to so much as damage her skin.
"Anonymous, she said firmly. "Do you enjoy the soup?"
Anon continued staring at the floor between Yuuka's feet. He didn't fidget again, didn't move much more than his chest's gentle expansions as he breathed. His eyelids were heavy, drooping now.
"Anonymous," Yuuka repeated, loud enough that he knew Anonymous couldn't ignore her. "Do not turn a cold shoulder to me after I've helped you and offered you the world. I know you to be much kinder than this even to undeserving filth, so why are you so determined to show me this unwarranted cruelty?"
Anonymous' brows furrowed then, and an expression of distilled grief sunk into his features. It looked like he had certain things to say to that, but even then, even in response to her mounting agitation, he pressed his teeth into his bottom lip and refused to play her game.
Yuuka stood then, so abruptly and out of control of herself that the tray of soup and bread clattered to the floor. The soup scored cream-colored lines over the red floor. Anon jerked back instinctively, but didn't move much more than that. If Yuuka had tried to lurch forward and attack him, she wasn't sure if he'd even try to wriggle away, if he'd even cry out if Yuuka wrapped her fingers around his neck and choked until his chest stopped expanding so carefully- if she gripped the outfit that concealed him and chose to tore it apart by force. The bowl rolled under the bed, leaving a cream trail behind, and Yuuka turned quickly on her heel after hesitating on what to do for only a brief instance, stomping toward the door.
At a tranquil Elly just outside in the hall, she barked, startling the poor woman, "Get a mop in there. He's made a mess."
And then, briskly, she returned to her quarters with a soured mood.
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>>50980073
most unfortunate
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>>50980013
Y'know what? That IS unbelievable. Anon is being childish! I'd atleast understand his silence if he knew the situation but couldn't he ask some questions? I can't believe he'd treat a dear trusted friend like that...
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God I wish a 'hu would kidnap me and slowly convince me that I need and love them and that theyre my whole world and that I need to stop letting thoughts form in my silly head and get in the way of the love between us
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>>50980013
Obviously the flower lady is struggling a bit on that whole friendship thing. I wonder what anon should do. I guess he could say one of these to her :
>I just don't like being locked in a room deprived of contact with anything from the outside, there are people out there who wonders where I am.
>humans are social in nature, even the more timid ones prefer to harbor contact and interaction with other of his species.
>hypothetically, would you like it if someone were to forcefully imprison you somewhere, even if that person was a close friend of yours ?
>I won't mind if you were friends with other people as well.
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>>50948432
Sorry.... But I'm Hers
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>>50980013
"Someday soon, you will come to your senses and realize how childish this tantrum has been."
Anon didn't look away from the window that he crowded once again, where his breath, as usual, clouded the glass and nearly obscured the outer world's image in it. Yuuka recalled once, when he'd first presented to her his unflattering abode, that he'd waxed poetic about how he loved watching the sights of nature through his open window in the early morning, and for whatever reason, he'd seemed overwhelmingly morose when discussing such things. Yuuka deduced that showing off her garden to him once more, after such a long time since his last visit to the floral paradise, could potentially lift his spirits if that were the case.
Or she could simply be scraping the bottom of the barrel for any hint of a miracle that could get through to him, another option she'd yet to test out, anything. His peculiarities were what had once drawn Yuuka to him, but now, these very same traits were frustrating. The soup had been cleaned from the floor yesterday but Yuuka could still faintly smell it in the air. She could almost make out the lines where it had splattered if she looked hard enough- but Anon, immersed in nothing but the squared glass nearly glued to his skin, paid it and his new lunch little mind as he kept his back to Yuuka.
Shrouded in the same shirt and pair of pants she'd found him in, he looked even more spectral than usual. His wrists and neck were exposed to her assessing gaze, unblemished despite the days spent without ridding them of grime and sweat. Her past attempt at bathing him had been disastrous, and Yuuka had little to no intention of leaving that responsibility to Elly or even Kurumi either. His greasy hair shone like sparkling ink in all the room's red and whiteness, stringy where it stuck to his face, curling, enticing, along the back of his neck and dipping into the collar of his shirt. Yuuka resisted the urge to step forward and tangle her fingers in it.
Most would find such a sight pathetic, but this was the thing that Yuuka possessed, and its importance might have rested in the fact that it was a thing in her possession, or maybe it was always precious, and owning it lent it no extra importance. Maybe the challenge his enygmatic stubbornness gave her, in reality, thrilled her to such an invisible degree that she wasn't even aware of it yet.
"Anonymous," she said in a slow, firm, and careful voice. Anon, equally as usual, did not flinch or inhale or turn around to address her.
"For how long do you intend to be so obstinate?"
He was silent for so long that Yuuka began to suspect that he'd continue ignoring her, until finally, his furrowed brows reflected in the foggy glass and he said, more weary than he'd sounded in all the months Yuuka had now known him, "I tire of giving you the same explanation, every single day; my refusal today is the same as yesterday’s refusal, and yesterday’s yesterday’s refusal, and all yesterdays’ refusals prior.”
Yuuka grimaced, shifting her weight from one foot to another and eyeing the abandoned chair that Elly had tucked in the corner while she'd cleaned Anonymous' soup mess. She shuffled her hands in her long skirt's pockets, tipping her head up and gazing at the ceiling as she considered if he was really the person she'd come to think of him as over such a long time, or if, somehow, such an image was a mirage that had abruptly dissipated once they'd arrived here.
“After all we’ve been through, you deny me like this?”
She despised how pitiful her voice suddenly sounded, completely uncharacteristic of her, but at a moment like this, alone with her closest fellow, she didn't have to deny to herself that she felt hurt. Anon was supposed to be a compassionate man, and perhaps an appeal to his emotions was what would finally make him understand that this was for the best. There was not a world outside that could accommodate Anonymous' paradoxically attractive frailness, his heart, his untouched petals, like freshly fallen snow, his eyes which these days seemed to avoid her features with more fervor than ever before.
Like a blushing new bride in the barbaric days of yore, Anon was at constant risk of being defiled by a world that was not made to suit him. But here…it was safe. His petri dish, his enclosure. Something so serene could not breach containment and survive more than mere seconds in the metaphorical smog that smothered everything beautiful. Anon's eyes fell closed momentarily. His shoulders were weighed down by something undetermined, swallowed by his shirt that still somehow enveloped him.
"...Surely, someone as wise as you recognizes the 'me' you're waiting for is a stranger to the real me." said Anon, huffing in what seemed to be fatigued exasperation with Yuuka's days-old insistence.
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"It'll do you good to reconsider if I'm really worth this substantial effort, or if perhaps another, more idealized version of 'me' in your mind is what you so supposedly crave instead."
“The -you- who I want is standing right in front of me,” spat Yuuka. “I have known you for much time now, and I am certain that I would recognize my kindred spirit for who he really is. There is no good reason to vex me so, if your feelings toward me haven’t shifted. All I ask is that you consider my proposal-”
“I -have- already considered it thoroughly, the same way i have considered all propositions i've received throughout my life. You don't understand why i'm being 'difficult'? I can't understand what you're not getting from the same tune I'd been singing since i came here. I want to stay in the vill-"
“-Then consider it carefully -again-! And make the correct decision this time.”
This was her cue to step out of the room, but for whatever reason, she couldn't bring herself to do so. She found herself pathetically wishing that she had some good memory to recall which wouldn’t conjure images in Anonymous' head of the past that crumbled once he arrived here, but as she combed her thoughts, she realized that not a single one of their precious past moments together wouldn't injure Anonymous in some way.
She'd never met a brick wall so unmovable, never found herself at an impasse as hopeless as this one. She'd pleaded with him in what felt like a hundred different ways- Even still, each was met with the same resented withdrawal, each shot down with little more than the same questions and arguments Anonymous had given her. He had his principles and reservations, Yuuka knew, but she simply didn’t understand what about this scenario was so unpleasant to him. Sure, he seemed uncomfortable with the concept of spending the rest of his existence within these walls, but if he'd only engage in a good-spirited debate about such things, surely, he would eventually come to understand why this, too, was not so bad. He would see things from Yuuka's point of view, he had to. They were, as he'd said so long ago, kindred spirits, after all.
A great grief squeezed at her heart. She'd watched Anonymous wither away over days. She'd watched his psyche crack under the pressure of isolation and a white room with little to nothing to do, the hours of awakeness punctuated with his brand new obsession with the window and Yuuka's determination to convince him to finally join her and become one.
There was no way around this, of course, but it became only more upsetting each day as he resisted. And why must he resist? Why must he continue to misunderstand? Why must he be so foolish now of all times? Yuuka stepped forward, wetting her lips before tugging a single, subtly shaking hand from her pocket. Anon's breath clouded the window's surface in a larger cloud, but he didn’t look away- though, he could faintly see her in a ghostly reflection. He jolted only slightly as she reached out and touched his shoulder, then his brows pressed close together, and his eyes slid closed, exhausted.
“Please leave me,” said Anonymous, his voice trembling with something she wasn't sure was irritation or melancholy at this point. "Please."
So then, finally, Yuuka's hand fell limp at her side and she turned on her heel to exit the room without another word. She could still feel the bumps of Anonymous' collar bone as she reached the hall, and the warmth that radiated from him, no matter how unwilling he'd become. She couldn't stop thinking about the heat emanated by that unmarked skin, tingling her hand even seconds after her latest failed attempt's conclusion.
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>>50980783
It feels terrible seeing Yuuka try so hard... why can't anon realize what she's doing for him? Can't he see that she cares?
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>>50981521
If this does not end with a happy flower and many Yuukalings, I'm confiscating your kneecaps
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>>50981521
The aching in mine is stronger, and for the entirely opposite reason.
Anon, you still have one opportunity left to flip the whole thing around, to just take a look at my rambling post and the images you've used as accompaniment, then to ask yourself "Is this really who I'm writing?"
Or you can just give in to this temptation >>50981531 and spare me the trouble of caring.
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Days after their arguing, Anonymous ate his dinner eagerly. He also finished the entirety of his breakfast, even using a small tear of toast to mop up the runny egg yolks on his plate and returning it so pristine that Elly, flattered, said it almost looked unused. Similarly his lunch was demolished, his dinner devoured without a trace remaining. For three days and three nights, he ate so much of his meals that Elly considered sending him extra servings.
Despite this, he didn't seem even remotely pleased when Yuuka visited his quarters.
In better health, he still looked like a greasy, despairful butterfly with torn wings, pouting in a corner of its jar. He stood with his back turned to Yuuka every time she entered the room, his chin resting atop both arms as he consistently gazed through the closed window. He seemed to be sore with Yuuka for not listening to his statements and reasoning. She felt the slightest, microscopic stirring of guilt- unrelated to the actual motive behind his displeasure and, instead, about the fact she could hardly remember the last day she saw him smile.
"You're looking healthier," said Yuuka from the doorway. Anon's back met her silently. "It soothes me to see you finally recovering."
At least, Yuuka had fortunately recovered just enough of her poise to prevent another soup incident or worse. Lashing out at her companion wouldn't do her any favors.
More silence. She shifted from one foot to another, contemplating leaving it at that, before Anon's soft words fogged the window's glass, and he said with many barbed syllables, "It's not good to leave yourself vulnerable in a dangerous environment."
Yuuka tipped her head to the side, studying Anonymous' stiff, high shoulders and his low brows in the window's distant, faint reflection.
"This place is not unsafe," she said. "You are perfectly protected within these walls. I've guaranteed it. Kurumi and Elly have guaranteed it. Malicious vermin would be suicidal to step foot into my domain with the intent to harm you."
Anon didn't respond. Maybe he'd decided on a new quota of only offering her a single sentence per day. Regardless, thought Yuuka. Perhaps soon she would allow him to tour this place under her or Elly's supervision, so she could show him the guarded doors and gate, the resilient locks, even the exterior of the mansion. If he was afraid, he could rest easy knowing that this beautiful net was completely secure, and anymore, nothing was going to hurt him.
She watched Anon in the reflection, the way his fingers pressed the glass like he believed at once he could slip through and travel to the other side. What would an Anonymous of the outside world do differently that he must have messed up in this one? How had Anonymous' first life met his expectations? She doubted that any Anon in any reality, any possibility and any future, would be strong. She wished to explain then that they'd all have been born from the same broken soul, that no matter the circumstances, he would always be frail in both body and spirit, and no set of unique circumstances would squash the natural, human urges inside of him.
But she wanted to say, too, that it wasn't a flaw for him of all people to be weak. After all, that weakness, the fragility and the innate directionlessness were exactly what made Anonymous such a precious creature in a world so ruthless and unforgiving. Most people in this world would not have approached her unprompted with the intent to offer her simple company and a gift, no strings attached. Most people living in these current circumstances, too, wouldn't take their food as requested and stay in this room as requested and continue to accept the barrage of demands as requested despite their continuous complaints. He was as beautiful as a perfectly sculptured statue of glass, as anything ephemeral and antithetical to Gensokyo's rigid values. A shame that he couldn't see that, but maybe, in time, he would. Maybe someday he would eventually come to understand that Yuuka was keeping him here to nourish all the potential inside of him, not to oppress or take advantage of him.
With a sigh, she turned to the side, her free hand still grasping the doorway's frame.
"I hope that sooner than later, you will come to your senses," she said gently.
Anon's eyes closed tightly in his reflection, lips quivering, as Yuuka let herself out.
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It must've been at night when the sounds of distant doors opening caught Yuuka's attention. For a moment, she thought nothing of it, dismissing it as Elly and Kurumi wandering around for their own purposes, until an odd feeling began to fester in the back of her conscience.
She rose from her seat, stepping toward the door at a pace faster than the reasonable part of her mind thought necessary. Surely, she'd just misunderstood. Elly had come to visit Anonymous again with a nice, hot meal. She had come to retrieve a forgotten tray. Something innocuous had happened, most likely, and the rampant surging of her pulse was all for naught.
However, when she pushed open her door and turned the corner, she was startled, her body suddenly overcome with the sensation of being dunked headfirst in a pool of frigid water, as she caught sight of Anon's slumped shoulders and low head as he took meticulous steps further and further down the hall, accelerating gradually. She lingered in place for only a second before tracking him with matching steps, many dozens of paces behind Anonymous, who moved so gradually that it felt almost impossible that the space between them hadn't already closed. But for the life of her, she couldn't bring herself to speak, or move faster. She refused to catch up, to grasp him by the arm, to ask what he was doing and receive the answer that she could already feel pounding on the inside of her skull.
For a time, they ambled along the hall quietly in tandem. And then, finally, she fell to a stop. Shortly, she allowed Anonymous to take more steps along. She cleared her throat silently, tugging at her ribbon to fix it, then, finally, she called out, "Have you decided to leave, my foolish companion?"
She didn't know why she said it like that, or why her words sounded so even and condescending. She had trouble assessing her emotions at the moment, but anger felt closest to the surface. Beneath it, revulsion writhed around like maggots in her core. Anon didn’t turn around because he never did anymore. He thought himself too good for eye contact with her in specific, for conversation, to offer her attention. His merits had gone straight to his head.
"You have nowhere and no one to return to in Gensokyo, and you’re dragging that tottering body along? Do you truly believe you will find a place to call home, wherever you might go?"
Of course, Anon would say nothing in response. Yuuka was a ghost now, in his eyes. After everything they'd gone through together, after she had cared for him, protected him, offered him the world on a golden platter…
"Enjoy your rest, then. Don't think I won't call your bluff. I'll return once twilight arrives."
He'd come back. No one else would accept him. He, whose attitude weighed down anyone who bothered to lift him up. He wouldn't know in which direction to walk once he left the mansion, much less how to travel through the maddening, confusing depths of the lake of blood. He'd be terrified of the pitch black vastness he would find, coated with stars so excessive and disorienting, he'd beg her to bring him back. He would struggle to move with the profound darkness as his opponent. He'd drown in crimson, fall in the border between two worlds.
So he would be back, Yuuka believed. Even as she sat at her desk again, staring at the forever ruined persimmon in its eternal prison, she believed he'd go back to her arms. Her hands, clammy things, slowly rose to her head and gripped her green hair.
She returned at twilight, just as she'd promised, but Anon…
Anonymous was…
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Makai was a belly of a massive beast, a treacherous but ultimately tedious thing that even Yuuka, despite her deliberate choice to cause it chaos once upon a time, could barely find the will to care about it nowadays. This may have been due to her general disposition, but she had never been the kind of woman who burdened herself with other people's problems, especially when those people brought her no opportunity for apt entertainment. Which was why, instead of making an effort to visit the land of demons again, she merely directed herself to the same destination she'd once chosen for weeks straight.
Her current state of inaction was a finicky thing, whispering in her ear at all times to unleash a bullet spray at the first competent-looking individual, just to hear their screams. Her pent-up lust for a good strife was as rare as it was oppressive whenever it did strike, but she'd concluded that sparking up some trouble for old times' sake would be more than capable of taming it before she returned home.
Kurumi had cocked a cheeky half-smile in her direction, leaning in her seat with her legs crossed tightly, a smug gesture, as though to say, "Oh? Because you’ve been such an expert at taming things in the past?"
Yuuka carried only the appropriate amount of bitterness as a result of this non-verbal slight, but she wouldn't allow it to cloud her judgement during her playtime. She'd already seen Anon twice since they'd parted ways that fateful night- once, on her decision to directly intercept the blonde witch for the hell of it, and a second time, just an hour ago or so at the village- and she'd convinced herself that she was adequately prepared to see him a third, or fourth time, if necessary. The prickly edges of betrayal hadn't yet been given ample time to smooth out, but she was a well-composed lady most of all. She was not sensitive like Anonymous was. She wouldn't stumble helplessly into the arms of anyone stupid enough to protect a snake like him.
She'd played her part and accompanied Kurumi as a looming, perpetually smiling companion, the edges of her smile a menacing threat to anyone who crossed her. She'd left an unfortunate hole on Kurumi's skirt that the latter had whined about, but the carefully-designed spray of Yuuka's bullets were as untamable as they were gorgeous, still. They'd wandered, then, throughout the fresh, improvised battleground, in a place that she barely bothered to describe to Kurumi as an isolated, abandoned abode that once housed countless raccoons after the human owner's abduction. Even such a limited amount of information had been drenched in so much disinterest that Kurumi wasn't particularly enthusiastic about asking follow-up questions, so they'd roamed the sky and tree lines together in mild silence broken by the occasional banter.
But from a distance, with only a handful of minutes left to reach the Hakurei Shrine, she spotted a familiar shape moving through the distant path. She had sufficient cover above the innumerous leaves of the trees, ceasing all movement and studying the weary face of the butterfly she let escape...and a pink-head that earned her sneer.
She didn't bother wondering about any of it. Instead, she could study Anonymous' expression, could see the way his anatomy lost the greasiness in its features ever since then. She drew in a long and heavy breath, spotting the dark circles under Anon's eyes, the low shoulders, the hands digging bashfully into his pockets. Kurumi noticed she'd gone silent. Yuuka ignored her.
She thought about the week Anon had eaten until his wings recovered, and then fluttered away. She thought about how Anonymous' eyes drifted even higher now, and how he'd allowed himself to become a violated and ravaged thing, sullied in another woman's pair of hands. How he looked up and met Okunoda's eyes when he addressed her. Sometimes, he even smiled when they talked. She swallowed thickly, her fingers unconsciously, slowly, twirling her parasol.
Anonymous was as tired and tattered as she recalled, but he stood tall as he meandered through the forest with his friend, unafraid of anything, hand in hand. Kurumi, wide-eyed and taken aback, tugged incessantly on her sleeve. She tried to redirect the Flower Master's stance, to no avail.
She pointed the end tip of her parasol downward, her clenched fist around the handle briefly readjusting her aim. Myriad colors accumulated on the very end of the ferrule, a bright rainbow half-obscured by the sun shining even brighter above them all. Anon let his head linger sideway for a second longer, before he leaned in and touched foreheads with Okunoda.
A moment later, Yuuka fired.
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>>50981817
In fairness, have you SEEN those things?
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KURUMI MENTIONED
https://youtu.be/0Z0dQazO1yo?si=y6-k_vDeupYN3UjU
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>>50981761
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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>>50981761
i always want to see anon and the hu somehow make it alright and be all lovey-dovey not because i like to self insert but because i am unworthy of love and i at least want to see others not feel heartbreak the way i have
now im going to spend my weekend moping around wishing anon gave the green lady a chance... what have you done to me??
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An unseeing knot entraps your torso, your arms, your ankles. But it is pure silk, even yielding if you dare tug too much. It's a paradox that doesn't bite in or hurt as it is supposed to.
You hate it, you can't think of anything you have ever hated more.
Yuuka's hands curl around your face. You shiver as a wave of heat travels through your senses in response, down your spine to the tip of your fingers. You fail to recoil, fail to truly despise your special one.
But this is wrong, all wrong. You don't know why, but how can it not be, when the instincts of a prey animal before its death are pleading with you to cut this tie before it is too late. Sunk cost fallacy is not worth dying for.
You cannot resist the pressure that urges you to lift your face. You look into red eyes as they lay you open. You are but an animal in the face of your natural predator.
Yuuka's fingers stroke down your shoulder-blades and your back arches, your eyes feel like closing and your nerves wish to sing. You want to rip your own skin off than be forced to feel this bliss.
Your clothes begin to fall apart like a critter flayed of its hide. They need to, in order to make way for Yuuka's traversing hands. You inhale sharply, gripping her in return- begging without words, either for mercy or more, but all you see is red and green.
She's too close.
You feel teeth sinking in without warning, and you flail in place. Your legs spasm in an attempt at escaping, yet not a drop of blood draws out nor is it sought. Instead, Yuuka slowly pulls away a second later and giggles as if it were a mere joke.
Even now, you struggle to detect what is sincere or just a jest with this woman.
She kisses you then. Your lips part before you can help yourself, and you feel tears track down your features. She instantly wipes them away with her thumbs, her expression itself does not bother changing from that look of faint curiosity while doing so.
And although it is unfair, though it is an abomination, though it may be everything abnorrent and unworthy inside you and it means your final defeat, you cannot help but melt into Yuuka's arms. For the smallest, tiniest instance she is just a body, just the beating heart of your grave.
How can you bring yourself to refuse her, when someone loves what you are, this much?
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>>50981761
Sad! She should have shown her love for Anon instead of trying to talk it out. Remember kids, rape is always an answer.
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>>50986791
That's fair. To be honest with you, i doubt the vast majority of 2hus are even capable of getting attached to such a degree they'd count as 'yandere material'. This whole thread's gimmick, with the exception of content regarding ladies like Parsee and a few outliers, only works if you're willing to bend reality to make stuff work.
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My wife Reimu Hakurei can get quite possessive of me at times but that's okay! No one else knows the dangers of Gensokyo better than her so I know whatever she wishes from me is for my own protection! I love Reimu!!
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>>50987040
anon is too dere to flare up those yan tendencies and habits in the girl (for most circumstances)
and you don't see a lot of stories about asymptomatic yanderes
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>>50987040
That's just bad writing on the author's part. There's a lot of ways to write a protagonist that isn't just a push-over:
- Has an arranged marriage and values their duty to their family over their passions
- Starts friendly with the girl, but begins to recognize that she's dangerous and pushes back against her
- Never saw the 2hu as a woman, because she's a god/youkai, and this slowly drives her crazy.
- Likes the girl, wants to be with her, but she starts acting up because jealously/youkai/godly instinct and it unnerves him
Essentially, the writing needs to tap into the communication impedance between men and woman or a woman wanting something she can't have.
For impedance: this is like when a woman 'drops a handkerchief', trying to signal to a guy that they like them, but they don't pick up on it.And the sad reality is that most of us here have been on the receiving end of one of these attempts and been totally ignorant of it. If you think "nah, never been me" then you almost certainly were and didn't pick up on it.So when we try to write this stuff we don't really do it justice or I think it's a point of trauma when we realize there were woman interested in us but we fumbled it.
For wanting something they can't have: this theme was more common in classical literature, but modern romance is like a perverse version of Romero & Juliet where degenerate(as in, causes society to degrade) passions are glorified and you never see someone decided to choose stability, honor, or a virtuous relationship over 'exciting' alternatives, like cheating. An example of this would be that one sister-love LN(the anime had a really good OP song) where the plain girl love interest was made out to actually be a controlling psycho, when in reality she would've probably been the best romantic partner because every other girl had a screw loose and one is literally his sister. Point being: yandere horror needs to tap into WHY the relationship is taboo instead of operating in the mindset that traditionally morality is wrong, e.g. a succubus is a monster, not some misunderstood creature that would actually make a great life partner.
tl;dr: Yandere horror is about the folly of man and should convey the point of traditional romantic relationships.
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>>50987040
Agreed with this anon >>50987084
Even if the protagonist happens to be a strong-minded and assertive individual, more often than not he's still a bitch to your typical Touhou character. Some of them can't even be outsmarted, either due to mind related powers or incredible wisdom/intelligence.
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Alright we're taking strides in a more interesting direction with this, internal conflict that threatens to go from a simple tug of war to the collapse of his everyday psyche, very physical language that occasionally pulls back with lighter imagery then spikes through somewhat oddly placed extreme reactions, no dialogue, since it's clearly unnecessary (the other Yuuka in this thread could re-learn a thing or two), carnal but holds itself back from going fully lewd. Aside from that, its still very direct, proximity rather than distance, parts of the phrasing could be touched up, and there's really no need to explicitly state the ambivalence. The "beating heart of your grave" part strikes me as a fine sort of climax point but something about it is either a little too pompous or a little too clumsy.
Not altogether shabby.
>>50986791
That's no issue, someone somewhere will have already pictured it for you, like with just about everything.
Obviously you'd only need a line or two from PoFV to completely gut the idea, like with 98% of Yuuka depictions, but that says more about PoFV Yuuka than the 98%. I think she's at her best as sharp-tongued and either ambivalent-aloof or ambivalent-silly. With yan stuff, the charm of an aloof girl is always the first thing to die, which is something it has in common with any conventionally successful romance, while turning silly into psycho.
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>>50988670
>a little too pompous or a little too clumsy.
I think so as well. I tried to conclude with something a bit grim yet not outright dissociated from the obvious themes of conflicted attraction, but nothing else came to mind.
The line feels "out there", and I'm not very satisfied with how it turned out, but it is what it is. It suffices for a simplistic dabble, i suppose.
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Something that kinda rubs me the wrong way with a lot of yandere stories is how the guy un-persons + immediate total resistance when kidnapped. Shutting down into an unresponsive doll isn't that interesting from a reader's perspective or for character interaction. The yan's thoughts are left to spiral, which is always one of the juciest parts of a yan story, but that's an option at every point in the story.
This is the point where self-doubt, love, obsession and delusion should be churning in an ocean of madness. Holding back the object of her obsessions from presenting any stimulus is taking that roaring typhoon and dropping it in a desert. The OoD isn't retarded. They aren't suicidal either, at least not at first. They should be trying to get out of their predicament but relying on what they know (or thought they knew) about the yan. Whether that be trying to appeal to some sense of her reason in debate, voicing their feelings of betrayal, mocking taunts coming from a place of newfound hatred, actual physical resistence or even from pretending to obey until they can find a way to escape. That gives ample opportunity for the yan's delusions to fight against the ugly reality keeping her and her OoD apart. When the OoD is just a dead fish, all you get is the yan simply being delusional, which I already know because she kidnapped a guy and I'm reading a story specifically for yandere content. I want to see how the yan reacts when her OoD is actively threatening her perception of reality. I want to see her lie to herself even more. I want to see her get angry. I want to see her break down. I want to believe OoD can fix her but actually makes her worse.
Abusemu wasn't exactly a yandere story but Abusemu was a decent control freak and Anon was a great OoD. His reasoning eroded over the course of multiple incidents until he became less responsive and defeatist. He was an active victim, which made Reimu's actions feel so much more raw and intense. Reimu could've just killed him at any point, but that's not what she wants because she loves him. Anon needed to be taught the proper way to love her back. Anon screws up again, Reimu corrects him. Anon runs away, Reimu corrects him. Anon nearly dies from correction, Reimu breaks. Constant action and response.
I get that I'm biased and non-response is also a type of response but I think yan authors struggle with making worthwhile content from a captive character and wanted to present my what and why for making it interesting.
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>>50988820
That's a pitfall some peeps fall into when writing a yandere perspective I guess. In abusemu's case, in the original story atleast we followed him directly and rarely went into Reimu's mind which made his breaking believable. It kinda correlates to the MC or the yanderes lover being just a simple plot device that you can kinda easily replace with a vase or something.
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If you get that close to her she'll pin you and it'll be impossible to move her fat ass away