Forced|Mirai Nikki|

Sadism

   Hey peeps that's Hamachika Saika, the main character of the fanfic. I hope you enjoy!
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"Ataru-kun, you absolute idiot, how am I supposed to pass this god-forsaken test if you don't give me the answers!",I yelled as my words basically dripped with figurative venom. He looked shocked at my outburst. Shit! I couldn't lose ego, I still needed him for my benefit! I had to cover up my mistake and fast. "I-I'm sorry Ataru-kun, i-it's j-just that I didn't study last night, and daddy might h-hit me i-if he figures I got a b-bad score on my test," I said faking, making it seem like I was on the verge of tears. Luckily he bought it, his softened up at my lie as he whispered," Give me your test," "W-why" I asked as I stuttered for dramatic effect. He suddenly whisper yelled," Give. Me. Your. Test. Now!" I quickly handed him my test. I inwardly smirked in victory as he finished my test with ease in less than 10 minutes.
   I walked home, contemplating on who to use next. Hmm? Maybe that pink haired girl? Gassy? Gasè? Oh right Gasai, Gasai Yuno. She seems like quite the social person, regarding the fact that she's the quietest person girl in the class. She always stares and frequently gazes at  that brunet kid, Amano Yukiteru. I knew him because he was stupid freak, always getting embarrassed, the coward started crying when I threw a dodge ball at him. Wait... Did I forget to introduce myself? Well, my name's Hamachika Saika, but I prefer to be called Saika-kun. People always say that even though I look as innocent as a puppy can get, I'm a witty, mischievous 'little girl'. Which is very true, I use other people to get what I want, when I want it. I got home and as soon as I opened the mahogany door to my house I was bombarded with the scent of blood, fresh blood. The iron liquid was splattered against the wall, staining the once pure white into a gruesome festival filled with cruel shades of red. I heard pained screams, I collided myself with the red wall as soon as I heard the screams. I peeked out from the side of the wall and what I saw was gruesome sight of my mother getting ruthlessly stabbed alive by my biological father. I resisted the urge to release what I had for breakfast out of my esophagus. Tears pooled down my brown eyes as I watched my father's sadistic smile as he continued to stab her face and neck.
I ran outside and wiped my tears from my eyes as I remembered the times I had with my mother. Most of them were...not very good memories. Neither were the ones with my father. I set my pain, anger and betrayal aside and assessed my current situation. Dad killed Mom. Dad killed Mom. I sadistically laughed and smiled. Mom never did anything to him, but to me, that was a completely different story she slapped and used me as her personal punching bag. As soon as Dad found out he wrote a note that he hid behind the picture frame of me and Mom. It said,' That little bitch hurt Saika, nobody messes with my little girl. MY little girl, she thought she could hide it. That whore, I think one 'lesson' will set her straight, maybe she might even 'disappear'. I could use Dad! I came home at about 9:00 at night. As soon as I walked back in, I instantly noticed that the walls were back to its purest of white and the once stained red wooden floors were now a shiny, elegant mahogany. I saw Dad 'crying' over a picture of mother, while having black coffee to the side of him. Humph, this guy never covers his tracks, he's so obvious. "Dad are you ok? Where's Jan-I mean-mother...where's mother?", I asked, my words falsely laced with concern and worry. "Y-your m-mother she's d-dead." Dad said as he falsely stuttered, well at least he tried. "They f-found h-her in the d-ditch near the w-well at the S-sakurami Plaza." I burst out in fake tears as I hugged my father. I felt a familiar feeling on my shoulder. I inwardly smiled to myself as I found myself realizing that he was smiling while hugged me, that old man tried to hide it, what an ambitious fool. I ran to my room as quickly departed myself from Dad. I wrote down his name in my diary I kept of people who I had twirling around my finger:
Yamano Ataru
Nyuro Kaisa
Atuba Saruma
Yashudo Toiko
Kurona Hana
Hamachika Tsukiyama
I smirked in triumph, it was a start but at least I know I'm making progress.
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Hey lovelies this my new story ,'Forced' I'm truly sorry for those who were anticipating a new chapter of Rejection, but it seems I've lost my spark for that genre. Again I'm truly sorry.