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

Prelude: 2

It was quite strange really, the two shared not a word. The storm outside worsened all the while, not even quieting for a moments pause. And as if to share in that strangeness it was rather calm for a few seconds. The air was thin, very briefly of course before gravity set it. At which everything which had happened compounded. Alex gasped in a sharp bit of air, blood rushing to his cheeks. Yuri of course stayed stagnant and tall. Standing against the roaring wind, despite only a wild draft crossing her face, the bottoms of her mauev hair swaying back and forth rhythmically. Like an opening curtain, her face centre stage. Yuri's features illuminated in a dull lemony slint of light, but her face for the most part tilted and dark, she was smilling, but not in a warm way, this didn't seem to melt his posture, his rigid back not coaxed into relaxation; Instead, it was like it shoulden't have been there, so false and far from it's usual meaning it was disturbing. She looked, she looked unatural, something truely was too wrong to evaluate.

"It's funny really, this". Yuri said this just like she was talking in any conversation, it was sweet, apoligetic, soft. "All of this is funny". Alex's breathing started to slow as he examined Yuri's figure, still transfixed by her speech, greatly augmented by her stance and the song of calling winds. She was stark naked, her figure etched itself into his mind. Water eroding rock. Her curves flowed like a river, from her ankles up her winding legs, melting into her hips and chest and flowing over into her breasts. Her neck and head parked atop bordered by her hair, other features like her intricate fingers and tight opening lost to vision and found by the cover of rain and wind. More pause, more waiting, the room felt concrete, the faint smell of carpet blew through the rooms draft. Finally they were alone, together. Yuri inched a bit closer, her feet sloped across the floors rough surface as her nails stroked the nearest case, a prism no more, now a mirror, reflecting onto her bare arm a pattern of dripping shadowed dots. 

"It was like this for a long time". Yuri stroked the case with her hand, letting more light fall away, painting her body as much as such paint was worth. "It was so alien at first, hidden for so long so unknown. I never saw it coming. You know it's there, you can feel it, and then it happens. You're sitting alone and you get that urge. It's just imaging at first, you're not serious, you just imagine how it would feel, how it would taste, how it would breath. But then you hear the voices." Yuri paused but a brief moment to grip the side of the glass. Her breasts smashed down against it's sides. An outwards expression of her passion, a stubstitution of her fist. For where was her fist?, her hand? Burried in ones back, wrought with fear trembling in her lap. Or gripping, crawling across the hilt of a knife as to be so much more than just passion. Anger, delusion, lust perhaps?

Not a fist, not a fist.

Alex continued to look on with a passive expression of horror. He wanted to run, and he wanted to console her. Both of those perogotives rendered him stuck, unfathomably delicate in his current stance. Yuri's eyes fluttered open from momentery rest, and then she began again, eyes glazed over, reflecting the falling rain. "The voice, the voices Alex, they whisper to you, how it's possible, how you can. You never thought it could ever happen, it's like standing on a balcony, looking over the setting sun on a peaceful day, and jumping off. You know it's not right, that it's something you can't do, you won't do. But that makes it all the more tempting. And you look yourself down, and you realise it's not what you want. But then you realise you're already holding the knife, I've already fallen in love with you. And then you take one last look, and realise you're not in control. You were never in control."

Yuri angerily enunciates her last few words, putting out an eerie silence into the room. Her hands slide down the glass chamber and swiftly open the cabinets latch. The multi-stage copper mechanism being swiftly exploited with a slight groan, resistance. She had done this before. You could see her eyeballs. Their body rigid and maddened, their lenses flicking back and forth, making a selection. Her fingers began to twitch.

Anticipation

"That moment I did it Alex. When the knife first hit my skin, when it delved into my greatest fears and wants, it was painful. It was exhillerating. And then, when it was all over, the fear, the pain, the blood stopped ebbing down my arm, I thought I had one. I thought it was all I needed, everything felt better, I thought I let the demons out. But I was wrong. A fortnite later, then crawled back to me, begging for more. I gave it to them, it felt so good, but I was so unhappy. I started doing it all the time, they found a place to rest on my shoulders, eternally soothing my stress, my pain, all the time draining my soul. And I thought it would never change, until I met you."

Yuri's fingers had treversed the box now, a small amount of condensation could be seen inside, smudges of congealed blood, freshly exhumed sins draped across her fingers like a red sheet. She had found one, the light made it impossible to see, the weathers echo impossible to find. A weapon. That's what Alex wanted to think, but one word woulden't rid itself from his mind, alike a conjured nightmare, one makes out of accident, and then cannot muster the strength not courage to face it, meerly cowering from it's creation. The word was cure.

"When I saw you, something changed. I liked you, the way you walked, the way you talked, the way you cared about me. I think I loved you. But then it happened. You were just so woundeful. So perfect in every way, I became more and more infatuated with you. The taste of your skin, your smell, the feel of your pen inside me. I would cut myself, the two feelings together, they were bad but relieved each other, a brief purgatory of total bliss between the two extremes. But then it changed. Pain alone granted me no more solace, the feeling of metal under my skin, of gushing blood!, nothing. I just wanted you, I just want to open you up and crawl inside of you, drench you with my juices, hold you tighter than I could ever hold you, and closer still."

"I need you Alex. But it wasen't right, it isn't right. I thought about killing myself so many times, the pleasure of you, relieved by the knife, the only way for it to amount to the love I was feeling. But then I realised something."

Yuri dosen't seem to be concentrating on you anymore, her head is tilted down, her weapon drawn. A flat bladed kitchen knife, massive, sharp, clean. It stays in a guarding position, down by her side.

"I'm going to have the time of my life Alex. I'm going to fix everything, all my problems. I'm going to make love to you with all my feelings, with everything I have. I'm going to open you up, make you pale, make you gush and scream with pain, just like every other time. Drain you till you stop dripping, you go limp, till I've licked every last drop. I'm going to kill you to show my affection, my detication, my LOVE. Then it'll finally go away, everything. I'm going to love you with every emotion, with every drip. I'll prove it to you."

Yuri errected herself, just as before, except now she was giggling, a maddening melody in tandem with the storm. She licked her blades edge, blooding beginning to pool on her tongue and seep from her gums, trickling down her fingers and dripping like a stain onto her chest. A sea of burning flowers scattered across a lake, drifting unto but one sole lilly.

"Do you Love me Alex?, Do you LOVE me?"

"Yes."