(To whom it may concern...My name is Osamu Ashikaga. I don't know what time it is, and I don't know where I am. When I opened my eyes, I was tied to a chair in some abandoned bowling alley, and the only person there....was my ex girlfriend. She's honestly... beautiful.)
*美しい*
(She had me falling in love with her blue eyes and red hair so many years ago. She was cold at first, but she'd always gave you this sweet look, like the kind of look your mother gives to you when she tucks you in for bed. However...these days...she's nothing but a rotten, violent psychopath!)
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日一
DAY 1
Be a good girl and kidnap your man
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The sweaty and struggling Osamu bore wavy, shoulder length hair as black as a moonless night. His cold sweat drenched his sweatpants and black thermal, while his golden peace sign necklace dangled in front of his chest. Osamu's wicked, devilish ex, Yoko Akiyama, emerged from the darkness with the scent of strawberry perfume, vexation, and vengeance around her. She pressed the heel of her stiletto against Osamu's chest and pointed her glimmering katana at his frightened face.
The only light in the room was an electric lantern she brought with her. Her raised leg meant that Osamu caught a glimpse of her panties, since she was wearing a skirt. She wore a denim vest and a white shirt with the kanji for "Love" printed on it, because certainly, someone who would kidnap another person knew what love was.
(There we go...those eyes again...)
"Now then, are you ready to talk?", Yoko inquired with a smile thinly veiling her murderous intent.
"T-talk? Talk about what?!" Osamu worryingly asked, trying to free his hands from bondage as Yoko went on.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe why the hell you decided to come back to town after what you did! Do you have a deathwish?! You do, don't you!"
"Yoko, darling, please listen to me-"
"Shut up." Yoko interjected as she slowly moved the sword down from Osamu's lips and to his chest, stopping at his groin. Lovingly, of course, because everything Yoko did was an act of love, no matter how insane it was.
"You're still as handsome as ever. It's too bad you're nothing but a filthy insect. Where would you like me to cut first? Your face? Your biceps? How about your-"
"Don't cut me anywhere! I don't understand! Why do you hate me so much?!"
Yoko stabbed the katana down into the ground. It stood perfectly still and upright without her holding it.
(That was almost my manhood!)
"Why?!?! Maybe because you suddenly moved away from Kyoto for four years without saying anything to me!"
"I never....oh wait!"
"Oh? So you remember?" Yoko asked, with some semblance of hope glittering in her eyes.
"Of course I do! But I left partly because all my exes are insane!"
"What the hell did you just say?!" she furiously belted.
Yoko picked up the sword again, pressing it deeper and deeper into Osamu's sweat-glazed chest.
"We're crazy? Crazy?! After dating you, there's no such thing as crazy! All of this is perfectly normal to me!"
"This is exactly why I left!"
"So then? Why did you come back?"
"Because...I wanted to see someone..." Osamu said in a much calmer, ashamed tone. For some reason, Yoko responded with with an unbearable silence.
(What? Why doesn't she say something? Wait...is she crying?!)
Osamu looked up, and those sweet eyes that he remembered returned, adorned with tears of happiness. Yoko tackled Osamu in a hug, bringing both of them to the ground and knocking around a few of the bowling balls laying around.
"Osa, you sweetheart! You really did miss me all this time?"
(I didn't mean you, damn it! But if I say that, she'll cut off something very important to me!)
"Uhh..well..." Osamu nervously fumbled.
"I won't lie, I hated you for leaving all this time, but if you want to start over and turn a new leaf, I'd happily do it with you! I love you, Osamu!"
(See this crap?! This is partly why I left!)
Yoko stood up, her skirt dangling over Osamu. In a moment that deserved to be filmed and preserved for all eternity, Yoko's hands traced up the skin of her soft, milky thighs, lifting up the skirt. Her thumbs dug themselves underneath the waist straps of her pink and white striped panties. With a slight bend of her back, Yoko lifted one of her legs out from the confines of the underwear, followed by the other leg, and let her sacred, soft, slightly wet pair of panties fall onto Osamu's face. Oddly enough, Yoko's underwear had the sweet aroma of blooming flowers attached to it.
"Holy crap! What are you doing, Yoko?!"
"Stripping! I want to make love, right here and now!", Yoko gleefully replied, the warm, wheezing breathiness of insatiable lust permeating in her voice.
(Do you see why I left yet?!?)
Yoko stripped off her vest and lifted her shirt to reveal her pink, see-through bra, adorned with ribbons at the top of the straps. Her underwear depicted the kanji for ocean, since the "Yo" in her name was written with the character.
* 秋山 洋子 *
Trying even harder now to free his hands, Osamu used any last ditch effort he could to calm her down. "Yoko, wait, I'm not ready for th-"
Yoko abruptly pressed her finger against Osamu's lips, silencing him as her tongue glided across her top lip.
"I want you to be rough with me tonight. Even if I tell you it hurts and beg you to stop, just keep going."
(M-maybe this situation isn't all that bad...)
Yoko pressed her finger past Osamu's lips and inserted it into his mouth, for reasons that surely only had to do with love. The sudden look of panic in Osamu's eyes was like fine art to Yoko. Exquisite.
(What is she doing?!)
She removed her finger and sucked on it, her face blushing at the taste.
"You're so delicious, love! I'm starting to get really hot now! Let's do it!"
"Yoko, Wait!"
A sudden explosion blew through the wall, rockingthe bowling alley. Osamu coughed and wheezed as smoke filled the bowling lanes as well as his lungs.
He peeked one of his eyes open. "Oh no, it's..."
"Her..." Yoko finished, knowing full well who was intruding on her little welcoming party.
A well-armed squad of mercenaries stormed the bowling alley and pointed their guns and blinding flashlights at Yoko, casting her shadow upon the dilapidated bowling lanes behind her. A rather familiar voice rang out from the swirling depths of smoke.
"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Yoko Akiyama and Osamu Ashikaga. My rival and my first love, both in one place. Perfect..."
(No, why did she have to be here too?!)
Yoko bit her lip in vexation. "Damn it, and I made sure I wasn't followed!"
Out from the smoke came Isabella Bailey, an American girl with long, blonde hair decorated with metal beads, blue eyes, and quite the nice rack. Her nails were each painted red, white and blue, in honor of her home country.
* イザベラ ベイリー *
(Yoko, you're so stupid! You can't forget her father is a US general! She has connections to the US military and even more connections to mercenary groups across the globe!)
Yoko boldly stepped forth two paces, as if to guard Osamu. "How rude of you, Gaijin. We were just about to make love after four years apart. And yet, here you are like piss at a picnic, ruining everything, as usual." Yoko always loved to call Isabella 'Gaijin' for being just that. A foreigner.
"L-love?! Osamu, you cheating bastard!", Isabella yelled with a flustered expression
"How is it cheating?! We already broke up, Izzy!"
"But I still love you, you dummy! How could you just leave like that?!"
"Osamu loves me more. Your affection for him means nothing. Now scram, Gaijin."
Isabella's anger festered and quickly boiled over at the mere utterance of her disgraceful nickname. "Don't...call me...Gaijin"
Isabella whipped out a glorious, golden desert eagle and aimed it at Yoko. At the same time, Yoko grabbed her panties and katana off of the floor, aiming the latter at Isabella. The two were locked in a deadly, covetous standoff.
"So? What happens now? Are you really ready to die?", Yoko asked, her fierce stare focused on Isabella's eyes.
"Please, you crazy bitch. I'm the one with the gun here."
Yoko snickered like a devil. "Oh Isabella, you're breaking my heart. What about all the good times we had together, hmm? You and I even shared a bed once. Don't tell me you're gonna let one man come between us like this."
Isabella cocked her head sideways with a twisted smile. "Remember the Alamo."
"Both of you, stop this immediately! This is cr-"
(Wait a minute! This is the perfect time for me to get out of these ropes and escape! They might kill each other, but I can at least be free! Just gotta work these ropes off...)
Yoko cut the gun in half with her katana and kicked Isabella into the squad of mercenaries. She dashed back to Osamu, quickly cutting the ropes and taking his hand.
"Damn you! Kill them both!" Isabella ordered.
As they ran out of the bowling alley and out into the empty, dark streets, they avoided the storm of bullets behind them that tore apart the walls and shattered the glass of the abandoned building. They kept on running, refusing to look back.
"I knew I should've just stayed home! This is all your fault, Yoko! Why did you have to kidnap me?!"
"My fault?! What am I supposed to do against her?! She has too many connections! If anything, it's your fault for making your return so high-profile!
"What the hell do you mean?!"
"I saw you posting photos on Twitter, you jerk!"
(She stalks my social media?)
"This is bullshit!" Osamu cried, wondering if suicide was really such a bad thing after all.
Yoko took Osamu into an alleyway, where they could hide from Isabella's army of mercenaries. Even if just for a moment, the darkness and silence of the alley offered them a sense of peace after all of that chaos.
(I can hardly catch my breath! I know we're in danger, but how can she run so fast!?)
"We lost them for now." Yoko said, catching her strained breath as she peered out into the streets from the shadows of the alley.
She held up her pair of panties, remembering she still hadn't put them back on. Of course, any normal girl would recognize it if it felt a little too breezy between her legs, but for Yoko, it always felt like that when she longed for Osamu.
"Oh, did you want to have a lick before I put these back on?"
"No, that's fine! Go ahead and put them back on!"
"Okay then, don't complain later."
"Believe me, I won't!", he sternly replied, feeling an odd sensation from behind.
(Hmm? Did someone just tap my back?)
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Osamu turned around and saw yet another ghost from the past before his eyes.
(No...no no no no! This can't be happening!)
Out from the darkness of the alleyway came a beautiful girl with black hair, pale skin, and lips stricken with cyanosis. Indeed, she was dead. More specifically, she was the one and only Izanami, an actual, living goddess. She wore a summer dress with cherry blossoms on it, and her large, brilliant eyes were black with scarlet irises.
"You?! Coprse!",Yoko insensitively shouted.
(Damn it, Yoko! Stop calling her Corpse! You know damn well who this goddess is!)
* 伊弉冉尊 *
Izanami's voice was as gentle as a spring meadow, which made her audible offense even more guilt-inducing. "Corpse? Why would you say something so hurtful? What have I ever done to you?"
"You are Izanami, after all. I assume you're here because of Osamu as well?"
"Hold on, since when do you two know each other?!" Osamu questioned.
"It's a long story, Osa." Yoko replied.
Izanami hugged Osamu from behind, refusing to let him go as he resisted.
"I heard the noise up ahead! I knew what Isabella was doing. The only thing that drives her crazy enough to use deadly force is Osamu! Why didn't you tell me you were back in town, Osamu?! Do you wanna come over to my place and watch movies? There's no hard feelings between you and me, I promise! You left without any warning, but I forgive you! Let's catch up and talk, okay?"
"Listen, I've had the worst night so far!", Osamu said as he tried to reason with perhaps his most reasonable ex-girlfriend.
"Osamu is coming home with me, and we are going to have rough sex until the break of dawn!", Yoko exclaimed.
"Like hell we are! I just want to get home!"
Those words echoed through Izanami's precious heart. A downpour of tears ran from her black eyes as she fell to Osamu's knees, hugging onto his leg.
"I-is that true, Osamu? Do you still love Yoko?"
(Crap, if I say I don't she'll cut my balls off! If I say I do, Izanami will feel terrible! She did so much for me before I left, so I can't just hurt her feelings. What do I do?! Maybe I should just kill myself!)
Yoko pointed her sword at Osamu, her blue eyes shining fiercely in the darkness.
"What's that for?!" Osamu asked nervously.
"Well, Osamu? You do love me right? Tell her. Tell her how much you love your beautiful, precious darling, Yoko Akiyama. Tell her you love me, we're getting married soon, and we're going to have twenty-four babies."
"For god's sake, twenty-four?!? Are we starting a clan?!"
"We're revitalizing the Akiyama and Ashikaga clans, to be precise." Yoko corrected.
"Well?! Who do you love?", Izanami curiously asked.
(I'm dead either way!)
Out from the streets, yet another familiar voice rang out. "Let him go!"
(You've got to be kidding me...Aika?!)
Aika stood just outside the alleyway, her long, brown, wavy hair flowing in the wind. She wore a floral t-shirt with a leather jacket over it, depicting thorn-covered roses and tiny hearts broken in half. Her brown eyes matched her hair, and her black, torn jeans matched the darkness of her jacket. The shirt was a little too short and didn't cover her pierced belly button. She was Rock n' Roll personified.
*三原 愛歌 *
"Seriously?! You too? I'm gonna have to kill three harlots tonight." Yoko said, as if she were actually considering committing a triple homicide.
"Izanami, let him go! I still owe him a fist up the ass for breaking my heart!", Aika said with fury in her voice.
"How does everyone know I even..."
(Wait, Yoko said she saw me post pictures on the internet! Does that mean they all stalk my social media?!)
Seeing the evils of social media, Yoko couldn't help but advise Osamu on the matter. "You should really just throw all of your electronics in a river, Osamu."
"No way! Osamu wants to watch movies with me!", exclaimed Izanami.
"He wants to make love to me and rebuild our relationship!", declared Yoko.
Aika could only respond with a simple yet effective, "Shut the hell up!"
In a bout of callous hatred and possible insanity, Aika threw live fireworks into the alleyway, and the fuse was almost completely burnt out.
Yoko, in utter shock, muttered to herself. "That...that crazy bitch...Run!"
Everyone ran out of the alleyway and back onto the street as the fireworks splashed inside the alleyway and flashed blue light all around, accompanied by explosive blooms and ear-ringing whistles. Once again, everyone stopped to catch their breath, unable to believe that the night could get any worse.
"Maybe I really should just stay with Yoko..." Osamu conceded as his hope in humanity waned by the minute.
"Osa! I thought you loved ME!" Izanami cried.
"I don't like repeating myself, Corpse! He loves me!" Yoko corrected.
"I don't give a damn who he loves! He's dead!" Aika interjected as she came around the bend.
Osamu, trying to reason with maniacs, did his best to curtail Aika's wrath. "Aika, baby, lets talk about this! There's a lot that none of you guys know!"
"Baby?!" Yoko shouted. "Oh, I see what's going on here, Osamu. This Rock n' Roll whore is your mistress!"
Osamu repeatedly banged his head against the nearest lightpost. "How could you jump to such an insane conclusion, Yoko?!"
Aika ran towards Osamu with the intent to punch him, but...
"Aika, wait!", Osamu warned.
"Don't tell me what t-"
She fell face first on the pavement. She tripped on her shoelaces, of all things.
Osamu sighed.
"You were never good at tying your shoes...".
Aika, with a bloody nose, cried and wailed like a baby.
"Don't look at me, I'm hideous!" she cried.
"You were always a crybaby too. Here.", Osamu said as he passed her a handkerchief from his back pocket.
(Thank god I'm one of those assholes that always carries around a handkerchief.)
"F-for me? Really?"
"Come on, go ahead and use it." Osamu said, anxiously rubbing his hands together. "I've been meaning to talk to you Aika, about a lot of things."
Aika saw the sincerity in his eyes as she reached her hand out to him. "Osamu..."
"Keep staring at him lovingly like that, and I'll gouge your eyes out." Yoko calmly interrupted.
Aika snapped out of her sentimental mood and retaliated. "You don't scare me, bitch!"
Izanami simply sulked while the fires of vitriol consumed the group again. "I want a handkerchief too..."
"Ah-hah! Found you!" Isabella shouted as she returned in full force.
(There she is again! And she brought her troops with her!)
"Oh, so it looks like all of the exes have come out of the woodworks! It's time to die, everyone! Are you ready, boys? Fire on my mark! One! Two! Three!"
(So this is how I'm going to die, gunned down in the streets like some animal. Here I come, Death. Embrace me gently.)
Suddenly, one of the mercenaries' digital watches started beeping.
"What the hell is that?! That's not gunfire I'm hearing!" Isabella cursed.
The mercenary captain gave the signal to his comrades in coin to pack it up. "Alright, pack it up folks! This is all the time we got paid for. Have your father wire the money whenever he can."
The mercenaries all dispersed and headed back home, leaving Isabella by herself. It was a beautifully euphoric moment for Yoko, who erupted into taunting laughter as Isabella's face turned beet red.
"Oh look at that! Gaijin is all by her poor, lonesome self while I have my man and my blade! What are you going to do, Gaijin? Will you run back to the United States of Crybaby Land?"
Flustered and infuriated beyond belief, Isabella's power and maturity seemed to devolve into that of a bratty little girl.
"Damn you, Osamu! Why did you come back here?! You should've stayed gone!" she cried with tears swelling in her eyes.
"Don't talk that way about my eternal husband!" Izanami harshly interrupted.
Osamu's mind was blown from the sheer boldness of her assertion. "Husband?!"
"You don't want to get married?", Izanami questioned, confused by Osamu's confusion.
Suddenly, the screeching engines of a jet roared through the sky. Isabella's phone rang in her pocket and she hesitantly answered the sudden call.
"H-hello?"
"Isabella, this is Fox One Niner, target in sight and JDAM being released in 5, 4-"
"Oh my god! Duck!", Isabella shouted.
Osamu stood utterly dumbfounded and perplexed by Isabella's sudden panic. "What's happening?!"
"Just duck!", Yoko screamed as she forced Osamu down to the ground with everyone else.
Everyone huddled on the sidewalk together as a fighter jet released two JDAM's in the direction of Osamu's house. The explosion and subsequent tower of black smoke was visible from their position, rocking the entire neighborhood like two brief earthquakes.
(No way...that's in the direction of my house!)
"Izzy! Did you call an airstrike on my house?!"
"I'm sorry! He came late!"
"That's not the problem here!" Osamu furiously responded.
"Isabella, this is Fox One Niner, good effect on target. The building is completely destroyed. Returning to base, over and out."
Yoko smugly rubbed Izzy's mess up in her face. "See? You always mess everything up."
Even Isabella had to facepalm her own foolishness. "Crap..."
"Now I have nowhere to live...I'm homeless! I'll have to beg for money and dig for food in trash cans!"
Yoko threw her arm over Osamu's shoulder, holding him tight like a graceful savior. "Save your tears, my love. Tears do not belong on a man's face! Until Isabella can find you a new place, you can come live with me! It works out great, because now I can massage you to relieve you of your stress! You know, down there!"
Osamu groaned as his vision grew dark. "I hate my life..."
(I think...no way...I'm so angry...that I'm starting to lose consciousness...)
Osamu blacked out right then and there just from the sheer anger and stress of it all. The girls shrieked and huddled around him in the middle of the street, each of them wearing oddly angry expressions on their faces, as if they felt it was unfair Osamu was able to fall unconscious instead of being awake to comprehend their rage and psychotic love. Despite their attempts to keep him lucid, Osamu fell into a blissful slimber.
(That was her...the one I wanted to see. I mean, I wanted to make amends with all of them, but especially with her...with Aika. I wonder what she's been up to since I left. I wonder how she's been. I wonder...if it's too late to say that I'm sorry for her loss.)
When he awoke, he was in a bedroom, laying in a king-sized bed. A blue lava lamp on the table next to the bed provided a ghostly glow of ocean-colored light.
(What is this? Was it all just a bad dream? Did I die? Or...)
He turned to his right and saw a naked Yoko cuddling with him, half-asleep and softly breathing onto his chest.
(No no no no no! This can't be real! This is Yoko's place?!)
"Mmmm. Osamu, you beast. That felt so good."
(Dear god, was I molested while I was unconscious?!)
"Umm..did we..."
"No 'we'. You were still knocked out. Stop talking now. We should sleep."
(I don't know whether to be aroused or to call the police...but I guess...this is how my first night back starts, huh? This is going to be one hell of a ride..)
*END OF THE FIRST DAY*