NAYA !nmVOHsTRd. 2008/06/16 (Mon) 15:32 No. 12228 ▼ File 121363035610.jpg - (52.68KB, 466x570 , remiq.net_6634.jpg)
[X] "... I'll do it. I'll do it so let's get on with it and then leave me alone, okay?!"
Wallowing in this awkward atmosphere, the two of you remain silent.
What she was trying to make you do was unfair. To impregnate some girl who you might not even know, just for the purpose of prolonging the Yakumo bloodline... It's wrong. Most definitely, it's wrong. Wrong on so many levels. But, if what she's saying is true, she really needs that child. For the good of Gensokyo, and... She may have some hidden intentions, but, if it's important for that secluded world...
She loves that world, doesn't she?
All the trouble she's went through... It's for it's safety, right? Even if she has some hidden purposes... The main target is Gensokyo's safety, right?
Then...
But it's still wrong. Just... It wouldn't be alright to harass some girl who may have nothing to do with this just because she has appropriate genes.
Besides, isn't it Yukari's fault in the first place? Creating Mary, then throwing her out... Then carrying on with that ridiculous plan... And then, carelessly abandoning her children, just like that...
No, whatever she says, it's mostly her fault.
It's her fault that the situation became like this in the first place. Then...
Wouldn't it really be proper for her to give birth to a heir on her own?
Sure, you had your hand in disposing of that crazy brother of yours, but it's her fault.
Her fault.
That's why, it would be most suitable if there are no bystanders involved.
Just she and...
"... I'll do it." Your voice sounds incredibly weak in this heavy atmosphere. Still covering your eyes, you stand up. "I'll do it, so let's get on with it, okay? Just, after that, leave me and those two alone, okay?!"
Your voice sounds rather weepy than angry.
"... why... Am I not your mother? After all, I was the one that--"
"I don't care!" you interrupt her with a shout "I'm... not able to think of you as my mother! Didn't I say that before? I don't care. I don't care if you're my mother. My real family is... somewhere else. You are not my mother, Yukari Yakumo. I may carry your blood, but you are not my mother."
You take your hand off your face. Yukari, still slumped down on the table, looks at you, rather saddened, with an unsure face.
"I'm..." she averts her gaze "Sorry. I... I know it will sound strange coming from me after all I've done to you... But... I'm sorry. For being such a bad parent."
She looks... somehow... really... pitiful. Despite all her threats she was sputing just a few minutes ago... Now she looks so....
Why is it.
Why is it, Yukari.
You're a youkai. A scheming monster. You're an evil mastermind.
So why is your face so...
"You are not my mother. You are... Yukari Yakumo. That's all. That's all I need to know."
Unable to keep that compassion within yourself anymore, you lean over the table.
Scattering the empty cups around. Throwing aside your math notes that she was looking through. Ignoring her shocked expression.
Closing your eyes.
You connect your lips with hers.
In a simple gesture. You can't see her face. You can't feel her body under your fingers.
But... her lips... her trembling lips...
They tell you all you'd ever want to know.
She falls off her chair. With a muffled shriek, she falls to the floor. Landing on top of her, you still keep your lips pressed against hers.
Finding support on her shoulders, you move your body closer to hers. With your eyes still closed, you force your tongue in between her tightly sealed lips.
She gives up.
Taking your feelings in. Taking your urges in, she lets your tongue enter her mouth, seeking it out with her own.
She's a... Damn good kisser. The sensation of the movement in your mouth. Her bodily warmth slowly seeping through your clothes, reaching your skin. Her hands grab a hold of you shoulders, just as yours did with hers, and she pulls you further down.
Guess that... those thousands years of life... really taught her some amazing things...
Finally, unable to hold back your breath any further, you draw back. Gasping for air, you notice that a thin dribble of saliva is still connecting your mouths. Yukari, seemingly throwing out all the embarassment, looks at you, panting hard, with quite a pleased face.
"So," you say in a mocking tone "Are you ejoying yourself?"
She returns the malvolence with a similiar voice.
"Was it your plan to fuck me from the very beggining?"
You smirk.
"You're a sharp one, Yukari."
"It's in the blood."
She chuckles.
"Well," you say, sitting up. Reaching for your shirt's collar, you start to unbutton it. Looking down at Yukari's flushed face. "I won't say I love you."
She returns your malicious smile.
"I won't hold my breath."
Then, lifting her upper body up a little, she reaches to her back, where her dress' zipper is located.
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