Violets are Red- Yuri X Male reader- DDLC Yuri Fanfiction-Novella

Chapter 15: Waking up

I awoke almost at once from a dreamless night, bright rays of orange sun pierced my eye lids creating a shade of damaging red which obscured my field of vision. As I went to open and cover my eyes it didn't seem to surprise me that my arm lent against something warm and plump. I also didn't surprise me to find that as my eyes opened I was meet with a beautiful slumbering face encompassed in violet hair with lips breathing into mine. What did confuse me was as I gently oriented myself carefully as to not awaken Yuri my fingers brushed against something hard, like a line of crumbling rocks.

I stroked the surface mindlessly before the unconscious Yuri let out a quiet but pained moan. I stopped as I realised the correlation between the rocks and the pain it was causing her. Taking a look beneath the covers I found my hand was resting beneath Yuri's nightgown sleeve. Brushing my hand gently back and forth I felt the rocky lines again which were very warm by also wet. Like I was trapped in a dream and feeling the rocks which lay at the end of a sunny river, which bewildered me for an ephemeral degree. Curiosity overwhelming I retracted my hand before slowly pulling Yuri's sleeve away from her arm. What I saw was fine at first. A simple scar.

But there were several.

As I reeled the sleeve back further and further I couldn't stop myself, the speed slowed to a crawl yet it just uncovered more scar's. Horrified I pulled the sleeve the whole way subtly the least of my priorities, revealing an entire arm macerated in scars, cuts and wounds, A bloodied and congealed mess. With no idea what to do I let the sleeve back down before laying back down, absolutely in awe. Seeing was not believing in this case as I could not believe what I had witnessed on what should have been a perfect arm as Yuri was. The wounds looked deep and painful yet ordered in a way, the wetness and warmth was a thin coat of blood which stuck to my hands, turning them pink. The wounds didn't look like an injury either, they looked straight, aligned, self inflicted.

The possibilities bounced around inside of me. I decided finally to let it go for the moment lest I cry thinking about the pain it caused Yuri and even worse the person that did it to her. My morning which should have been a sublime sexual lie-in had been ruined so I simply lay awake and try to still my beating heart and gnashing teeth with the sweet sound of Yuri's snores, more like a continuous array of tender moans as she relished in the warm, sleepy comfort she had enveloped herself in. Clueless what I had discover,  at this very moment only knowing three things, softness, warmth and comfort, not of her injuries and my new found knowledge.

Despite how peaceful she was next to me. Her weak hands tensing and relaxing against my skin, crawling across my body in long, sensual strokes. I was now stuck in a state of unrest uncalmable even in the hold of a woman's breasts which laid against me as a plump, breathing comforter. At last I snapped, I couldn't take my internal mental storm. Abandoning what could have been any mans paradise, Yuri's fingers lost their target as I slipped out of bed, they instead nailed into the pillow as she turned onto her front, breasts pushing her several centimetres above the surface she lay on.

I moved into the hallway and for the first time felt the carpet beneath my feet. It was surprisingly comfortable and very long which made it a very indulgent carpet. Surprising Yuri didn't go barefoot in her own house more often with a carpet like this. I made my way over to the bathroom before looking around and discovering there was nothing I wanted to do. I instead left and retreated down to the living area. I checked my watch and saw the digits 10.27 meaning we slept in for a fair bit, despite that not being too unusual for the time we went to sleep.

I had nothing left to do but feel the pain of what had been inflicted apon Yuri's arm. So I placed myself in a chair and cried into the back of my hand before stagnating to a stop. I sat still for so long it became ironic for me, becoming fully aware of my stillness I had applied to myself the only thing that kept me to the chair was my own challenge of how long I could do so. After what felt like far two long and what was in actuality 45 minutes I climbed the stairs reader to confront Yuri. Instead I found she was still asleep. Her arm hung out the one side of the bed while the covers racked up to only cover her core, revealing her bowls, legs and feet, somehow she was still warm. Despite only her soles being revealed the rest of her clad in nightwear I found this particular situation oddly arousing. Very strange when compared to the nights prior events.

I turned to leave once more and as I did found that the snow outside, while monumental in height failed to fall anymore, the day was brighter than any before it. This time I used the bathroom. I relieved myself and brushed my teeth before dashing back to my room to get some clothes. I decided not to wear socks as even though it was chilly and it seemed to be the done thing in Yuri's house, I could simply not get enough of her carpet. Done or so it seemed I made it as far as the kitchen before my stomach growled, unnaturally aggressively.

I couldn't rely on Yuri getting up in time to sate my need for break. So I decided to engineer something myself. I was sure she wouldn't mind if I cooked a slice of toast, despite how rude it made me feel that was what I did. Hesitant to use any spreads I had the slice of toast straight. I was a fine bread but tasted quite dull with nothing on it. Compared to the meals Yuri had been cooking prior this was defiantly not a high point for my culinary experience. Having seemed have clamed my hunger fuelled strife I stepped back up the stairs.

The bathroom door was shut and the shower was running. With Yuri finally out of my bed I turned the door knob to my room. Except it wasn't my room. Focused on god knows what I accidentally turned to door to Yuri's study. Stepping inside I expected to see Yuri, a bed or a window. Instead I saw several large glass cabinets each one covered by a large sheet. By now I knew I was not in my room but I was now intrigued with what was suppost to be Yuri's study. It contained no other furniture besides a small table at the back with a chair and a reading lamp.

It was a pretty abysmal place but still very large, bigger than me or Yuri's room. Without thinking I raised a hand to one of the drapes hooded over the large cases. Just before I could grasp it I heard the bathroom door clip open then shut. Hastily I hid behind the door frame before I could completely confirm that Yuri's footsteps were heading downstairs. Retreating from my hiding spot. I took one good look at the room before an ominous feeling tore right through my stomach. The room seemed to speak, not literally, not even in way I could comprehend.

My unease growing I shut the door firmly before heading downstairs. Anxiety overtook my primary thoughts as with every step, every inching of my toes followed by my feet down the stairs I felt something new. A different shade of regret, a brighter hue of worry, all intensifying as my purple haired fate became visible and the undeniable troubles about to unfold creeped ever so much closer.