"Sayo is dead"
Oct. 19th, 2008 02:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spottoHello y'all. This is an exclusive WIOC post, not only of another chapter, but some fanart and me actually throwing in my own comments instead of just leaving it smack-dab there. I hope you have fun reading as much as I enjoyed writing, for I really loved writing this chapter. Well, I did drink two cans of coke today...
PART FIFTEEN
A single drop of water fell from the cracked ceiling, making its way downwards and downwards until it reached a smooth texture that curved outwards just slightly. Two orbs just below and to both sides appeared, blinking out of sight for a few seconds before the orbs stayed visible consistently. Ako wiped her forehead, realizing that something must’ve been wrong with the pipes as the all-too familiar fissures in the ceiling were dampened and wet. She sat up, noticing the dark sky outside the window and jumped off her bed onto the ground. A howl could be heard echoing throughout the dangerous woods situated just behind the penitentiary causing Ako to shiver in slight fear. She turned her head, facing the wall the bed was up upon and noticed both bunks were empty. She could make out the clock sitting on the desk thanks to the eerie moonlight shooting off from outside the window, and saw that it was a late two in the morning. Her steps were as soundless as the drops of the water earlier as she freely slid open her door to see nothing but darkness outside. Curiously, the inmate stepped closer to a door that was barely open. She peeked into the slit of the door, seeing two familiar people sitting on a bench. She was surprised not at whom it was, but the fact that they were there without anybody else, and that they were not trying to rip each other’s heads off…
“This is probably the only spot where we can’t see those damn police lights,” said the redhead, taking something out of her pocket.
The brunette nodded, “Kind of quiet, eh? Didn’t think it could be so quiet in this place.”
“I remember a time when it was this quiet,” the other replied.
“Really? When was that?”
She revealed a lighter from her pocket, and held a single cigarette in her other hand, “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Not really, though like Makie said before, you never smoke before she left,” the other one started, “I’m still wondering why…”
“Stress reliever, that’s all,” explained the redhead, “About the same time I started, the night was quiet, just like this…almost as if someone just died, or someone is about to…”
The other inmate raised her eyebrow, “Ehh? That’s kind of a scary thought, Asakura!”
“Well, it was like this after she went away,” Asakura stated, “I’m just sayin’, y’know. What’s happening now could very well lead to death, Yuuna…”
Yuuna sighed and rested her arm onto one raised knee, “This doesn’t feel right. I tried to defend why everybody is doing this, but…”
“Hm?” Asakura suddenly looked interested, taking her choking stick out of her mouth.
“I don’t know about you. You seem used to this kind of stuff, but I’m not. I can understand why…it just doesn’t feel right,” she explained, “My best friend is a hostage and I’m not helping her! This just sounds so screwed up!”
The redhead smiled, “You know, I’m surprised you didn’t set her free and made everybody your enemy. I completely expected that.”
“You’re right; I really would have done that, if not for one thing…”
Again, the gang leader looked interested, “What might that be?”
“It sounds kind of dumb, but it’s because of Ako.”
Asakura took a long breath from her death drug, “Ahh, it is young love?”
“Don’t word it that way, you’re not old.”
“Haha, funny you say that. I’m actually younger than you,” she said, twisting her cigarette around.
Yuuna looked shocked, “What? Are you serious?”
“I find it insulting that you’re shocked. You think I’m old!?”
The brunette snivelled, “It might be because of your addiction to them killer sticks there.”
“Hey, I only smoke a pack a week. Why are people questioning my habit so much these days?” She looked even more annoyed.
Yuuna crossed her arms, “I don’t know, maybe because people care about your health. Have you ever had the feeling of being loved? Well there it is, try to get used to it.”
“Now you’re claiming that I’m unloved. Really, what other insults do you want to swing at me?” Asakura turned away, “Sheesh.”
Ako, who was still unnoticed, was intrigued at the role reversal. She thought she was dreaming, for it looked like Yuuna had the dominance in the conversation. What was happening? Had the sky fallen? Did hell freeze over? Was that really butter?
The redhead started to snicker a little, “But I am younger than you, and I hardly look that old from smoking. You’re just developing later.”
“What? Developing later? Are you saying my chest is flat!? Look at these things! They’re the perfect size! Yours are far too big. If you went to hug someone they’d crush their heads!” Yuuna pointed at Asakura’s chest while sticking out her tongue, “Who knows how many people were tragically killed from your homicidal breasts!”
Ako wanted to fall over.
Asakura rolled her eyes, “Now you’re just getting ridiculous.”
“Well…yeah. We have similar sized chests, yeah.”
The redhead grinned, “Good, so we’re even in that category—”
“Yours are saggy.”
POW!
Ako winced as she saw the flying fist of Asakura smash straight into Yuuna’s unsuspecting face. The victimized inmate toppled over and lay sprawled all over the ground. She was face down and not moving at all. Ako feared the worst, and was about to burst out of the doorway she was hiding behind, but was stopped by a rather surprising action. Asakura had offered her hand to the wounded inmate to help her back up.
She couldn’t believe it wasn’t butter. It had to be.
Yuuna rubbed her jaw, “Ow…what is wif you and jawsh? Sherioushly.”
“Well, if the jaw breaks…logically they can’t talk.”
“Oh.”
Asakura sat back down on the bench, looking out at the full moon. Yuuna slowly and clumsily did so as well, but was obviously a little out of it, “So what was it you wanted to talk about so badly anyway? Didn’t we just try to kill each other a few weeks ago?”
Ako started to get impatient. They finally got to the question that was stuck in her head this entire conversation that she was eavesdropping on. She continued to watch the two interact, wondering if maybe they were closer than she had thought.
“If you’re still thinking about that why aren’t we now?” Yuuna asked, her jaw getting better. It was slightly bruised, but otherwise would be fine.
“That punch might be an indicator,” Asakura rubbed her fists, feeling the need for another good sock to someone’s face, “That black eye you gave me was giving me trouble when I was in the hole.”
Yuuna pressed further, “Well it doesn’t stop there either. You managed to convince the cop—which is a MIRACLE, that the fight was entirely your fault and only you landed in that place of agony.”
“Pfft. You’re a weakling. If you were put there too when you were shaken up emotionally like that you’d be dead,” Asakura narrowed an eye, “You should be thanking me.”
“I’m not a weakling,” Yuuna reasoned, “And you should have convinced them not to put Ako in the hole, not me!”
Asakura sighed, “I know you have some hard-on for her or something, but I don’t care about Ako. Until she gets into this gang she’s just some other inmate to me.”
“I don’t care if I died for her well-being!”
Ako stepped backwards, hearing such a bold statement from her cellmate. She was never more intrigued at the conversation until now. She directed all her focus into her ears, and tried to listen extremely closely at the words that would unfold next. She found her own body confusing though, as her heartbeat increased massively and her knees started shaking. It was almost as if she was fainting without the actual fainting part.
“So it is young love?” The redhead was onto something.
Yuuna turned away, not wanting to go further, “…maybe.”
“You may not be telling me in words, but by the redness of your cheeks. I feel confident that I’m right,” said Asakura, “You’re making me laugh. Please don’t tell me you wanted to talk to me about her or something. I just told you I don’t give a rat’s ass for that girl.”
Yuuna clenched her fist, “What if I told you I didn’t give a shit about Sayo?”
“So?”
“What if I didn’t care at all that I just stood there as she was being stabbed countless times?” Yuuna finally said. She caused the redhead to snap. Asakura whipped her hands at the speed of light towards the brunette’s delicate neck. She started to squeeze harder, growling at the girl, but before Ako the Slow could run out and save her cellmate; the redhead came to her senses and let the choking inmate go.
Yuuna was now on her knees with one hand holding her throat. She was coughing, “Geez! It was hypothetical! Ack…”
“Yeah…” Asakura mumbled, “Well…you can go ahead and tell me what you want I guess.” The mood around the redhead had changed drastically, and Yuuna sensed that maybe treading on such a sensitive issue was harsh on the gang leader, hardened criminal or not.
The cellmate rubbed her neck some more, but finally retook her seat on the bench, “You’re lucky…”
“I’m lucky? First you tell me I’m old, then you tell me I’m unloved, then you tell me I have boobs the size of England, then you insult a dead person, and then you tell me I’m lucky!? Are you HIGH!?”
Yuuna pointed at the cigarette Asakura had dropped when the redhead attempted to kill her, “You’re the one who smoked the drug.”
“That’s not the point.”
“And don’t forget the saggy b—”
POW!
Asakura crossed her arms as she watched the inmate who had fallen to the ground yet again slowly get back up, “Get to the point.”
“Well, the second thing you said…is actually a lie,” Yuuna started, finally getting serious. She took a deep breath and sighed one big sigh, staring at the stars, “You loved someone, and they loved you back.”
The redhead noticed the atmosphere changing, “I…I see…”
“With all the stupid things I’ve done to Ako, there’s no way she’s going to love me back. It’s obvious,” Yuuna started, turning her gaze towards the ground, “The feeling of hopeless love kind of hurts, but…”
“…hm?”
“I always wondered how you and Sayo got along. No offense, but you’re kind of a bitch,” Yuuna said.
Asakura rolled her eyes yet again, “Could you put it anymore bluntly?”
“Okay, you’re an asshole, a douchebag, a jackass, a—”
“I was being sarcastic.” Asakura made a groan of disgust as Yuuna chuckled a bit from her annoyance, “I actually don’t know. She’s an angel, but I wasn’t a very nice person back then.”
“You aren’t one now, either.”
The gang leader sighed, “I am never bailing you out from the hole again.”
“Oh come on. Name one other thing you did that was nice,” Yuuna dared.
“I did that favour of yours and took care of Ako for a bit,” Asakura explained.
Yuuna stood up, waving her arms in mockery, “And then you broke her jaw days later!!! GASP!”
Asakura chose to ignore Yuuna’s fake narrating, “Look, I don’t see what’s so great about that girl anyway. She’s a crybaby. She doesn’t look like she can even harm a fly. She’s afraid of everything. She faints at the sight of everything…the list goes on and on.”
“True love is when you can see someone’s imperfections as perfection,” Yuuna suddenly said, surprising Asakura, “Maybe that’s what Sayo saw in you.”
The redhead was in a little disbelief, “Where did you hear such a wise quote? That is so unlike you.”
“My mom told me that when I was little. I asked her what was so great about dad. He’s a sloppy careless idiot who can’t do anything…” Yuuna explained, “I guess I learned to love him the same way she did…”
Asakura paused and did not reply, all she did was nod as Yuuna continued, “I have too many flaws though. You think a person can see through my horrific crime or my glaring stupidity and regard it as perfect? It’s not possible.”
“Well, I don’t think you’re that stupid. Everybody does stupid things. Granted, you do so a little more often than others, but still,” Asakura started, “Also, there have been many cases where people have fallen in love with murderers.”
The inmate rested her chin on her palm, “That’s because those people find killers sexy for some deranged reason. I don’t think Ako’s developed much of a libido, Asakura. At the same time I don’t think I want to go there…not for a few years, anyway. Her innocence I will not taint!”
Asakura sat back, her hands behind her supporting her body, “So you wanted to ask me how to make her love you back?”
“No. I wanted to ask you if you could let her in the gang…without all the initiation,” Yuuna explained, “And I’ve already told you why.”
“Because you love her?” Asakura asked, “That’s not a good enough reason.”
Yuuna smiled a little, but it was a sad one, not her usual grin, “I guess it was pretty stupid to ask for something. I was hoping for a break. Well, thanks for listening anyway.”
“I’m curious.” Asakura spoke up suddenly, causing Yuuna to sit back down as she was about to head back to bed.
“What?”
The gang leader started to tap the floor with her right foot, “I’ve always wondered why you killed. You always tell people that you did something wrong, never why.”
“You know I don’t like talking about it,” Yuuna tried to avoid the subject.
“Did you even tell Ako, your beloved princess?” Asakura teased.
Yuuna rubbed her shoulder in anxiety, “I told her the really short version.”
“Really? What did you tell her?”
“I told her I’m a murderer,” Yuuna explained.
The redhead frowned, “What? That’s it!? And she was fine with that!?”
“Yeah. She knows I’m really guilty about it, so she didn’t press on, unlike you,” The inmate replied, “That was really nice of her.”
“Girl doesn’t know how to squeeze info out of people, huh? What a novice,” Asakura stated, “Well, I’ll tell you what, Kid. You tell me why you did what you did, and I’ll let Ako into the gang without a test or anything. Deal?”
Yuuna gasped, “Really? I just tell you and you’ll let her in?”
“Yep. Is that fine with you?”
Yuuna thought for a bit, but she didn’t take long. She knew she was uncomfortable telling something so personal, but if it was for Ako, she would do it. The inmate nodded and saw her gang leader smile, making her even more nervous about it. She couldn’t lie either, Asakura was good at seeing lies, so the inmate decided that she just had to blow out the entire truth. Ako meanwhile was waiting at anticipation the story of her cellmate, the girl she never knew…
“Well, there was this one guy when I was a kid…”
Asakura was intrigued already, “When you were a kid, huh? Was it building hatred?”
“Uhm, I suppose. He wasn’t that bad at first really. I think I was just a brat when I was a kid but eh…”
The redhead nodded, “Ah, so your behaviour caused him to get frustrated at you and so gave you the same treatment, and you resented that and killed him?”
“It’s more complicated than that!” Yuuna growled, “If you keep telling me the story I’m supposed to tell then I won’t bother!”
The other inmate noted that, “Then continue on.”
“He was a good friend of my dad’s. The keyword is was. I think they had a fight one day and the friendship just faded away,” Yuuna paused for a moment, then continued, “I was around nine or ten then, so I was dumb and didn’t know what was going on.”
“Do you know now?”
Yuuna leaned over towards the fence, taking her time, “He loved my mom. My mom married my dad. He didn’t put it against dad, but when mom died…yeah.”
“I see…”
“He said once that mom would still be alive if she had married him. He blamed dad for that, so it just went downhill from there. That meant he also hated me. I was the ‘spawn’ of dad and mom’s relationship. ‘She was never meant to exist’ was something he actually said,” Yuuna scratched the back of her head, searching for ways to continue, “Even though he said that, I think he actually didn’t mean it.”
Asakura rested her back on the fence, still very curious, “Oh, so he wasn’t your standard bastard?”
“Nah…I don’t think he was like that at all, later on yes, but he took care of me. He once picked me up from school and took me home after a long ride. He talked to me and everything. My dad was not amused because what he did was technically kidnapping. Heh. After a while though dad and him became friends again, and I think it was because I took over the role of my mom…”
Yuuna leaned over, resting her hands on her thighs while staring at the ground, “They both still secretly hated each other though. Before they made up they yelled at each other a lot. I saw that myself, and I thought that whoever my dad yelled at was bad so I automatically didn’t like them either. He once asked me a question most people would find difficult to answer: ‘Who do you love more, dad or me?’. I immediately said ‘dad’. I did not hesitate or pause to think or anything, I just said it. That did not make him a happy camper.”
Asakura continued to gaze at Yuuna’s bad posture as the girl continued, “Then he asked me who I loved more, mom or dad, and I said ‘dad because he’s still here’. That also did not make him very happy.”
“That’s a rather insensitive answer,” Asakura added.
“Well, I was a brat. Ask me that now and I wouldn’t say that,” Yuuna explained, “I think from then on he gave up on me, as if he had a scheme to make me love him more than dad. Instead he decided to give me a brand new toy, which was rather clever of him.”
“…a new toy?” Asakura raised an eyebrow, confused.
Yuuna chuckled a bit, “He spoiled me, but not with normal toys a girl would be given like dolls or something. He gave me toy guns, toy tanks, action figures of soldiers, and a basketball. He treated me like a boy or something.”
“Your dad did not notice?”
“Oh, he definitely noticed. He responded by giving me toys too, but of another caliber. I got girly toys from dad, and I absolutely hated them.”
The redhead grinned, “So it was a war of toys!”
“When my dad saw me shooting the heads off Barbie dolls…and laughing, I think he started to realize how bad of an influence his ‘friend’ was. That guy went the dirty way of trying to earn my love, by filling my room up with presents.”
Asakura started to laugh as well, “Daaaamn, shooting heads off…you were a nasty child.”
“My dad sat down with me and told me that I could keep some of the toys, but I was not to accept anymore from his so-called friend. He told me that he was bad news and I should stay away from him. He again terminated his ‘friendship’ with that guy, but that guy was a very determined man. One day after school, he approached me. I would have stayed away, but he brought something very tempting with him…a real gun.”
The gang leader could only awe, “Ooooooooooh.”
“So we ended up secretly bonding by going to shooting ranges. He gave me the gun on my birthday, and all seemed happy until he began to compare things with my dad…” Yuuna frowned, looking out the fence.
“Hmm?”
The inmate stood up, “He told me that my dad would never allow me to come to a shooting range. He would never let me own a gun or do anything I would have wanted to do. He kept telling me those things, and it became more and more frequent when the days went on, until he said something that I could not accept. He said…
‘Your father does not love you, not like how I love you, therefore you cannot love him. You should hate him, hate him like I do. You should despise the limits he puts on you, despise him because everything that has gone wrong in your life is because of him. He never gave you anything, not even a chance, not even an opportunity to be free with your own decisions. You are an independent girl and I see potential. I see potential in you to become just as beautiful and intelligent as your mother was, and the only thing stopping you is your father…
…therefore, you must get rid of your obstacle. You must overcome it as well. You have to do something bold and stunning to regain your complete potential and become the best. You must kill your father, Yuuna.’
“He underestimated my love for dad. I was feeling real guilty for lying to dad where I was going all the time, and I knew he was bad news, but I just could not say no to shooting a good shot at a target. It felt natural in my hands, but what he said…I told him to stay away from me and my father from now on or I would kill him. Needless to say, he didn’t take my threat very seriously…” Yuuna sighed and turned her gaze to the night sky, “I killed him not only because of hatred, but anger, not just at him, but myself for not keeping away from him.”
Asakura stood up as well, “So he was killed by his own monster.”
“That makes me feel sooooo much better,” Yuuna crossed her arms as she gave her sarcastic statement.
“Yes, I am totally here to make you feel better,” Asakura stuck out her tongue as she continued the stream of sarcasm, “Well it’s getting late. I’m going to retire and snuggle with Sayo now.”
Yuuna sat back down, “Sayo’s kind of dead.”
“I know that. I meant the doll.” Asakura pulled out a small doll that looked like Sayo as much as a doll could get.
“You know…that’s kind of creepy.”
Asakura rolled her eyes, “Well I’d rather sleep with a doll than with someone who could potentially shoot my Sayo doll’s head off.”
“Wow, that sentence totally did not come off wrong.”
“…says the person who had a relationship with a pedophile, who she killed.”
Yuuna grumbled, “Go to bed already.”
Asakura laughed it off and headed back inside. Ako was still hiding by the door, and let out the smallest ‘eep’ a girl could let out, and tried in vain to find a different hiding spot. Ako ended up falling down onto the ground in her little rush of panic. She was found by the gang leader who decided to greet her in a very loud manner, “Now what do we have here!? Oh look Yuuna! It’s your beloved princess!”
“Eh? A-Ako! What are you doing over there this late!?” Yuuna stood up, looking rather anxious, “…you heard everything?”
Ako frowned, nodding, “I’m sorry.”
Yuuna quickly rushed over to Ako, helping her up, “It’s alright.” She looked up at Asakura staring at them, “Will you go to bed already!?”
“You’re not my mother, but you’re certainly old enough to be,” the gang leader grinned.
Yuuna narrowed her eyes, “You’re just jealous of me and Ako here, aren’t you?”
“Pft, why would I be?”
“Because Sayo is dead and you were jealous when she moved into my cell. You’re a very envious person you know,” Yuuna spat back, closing her eyes in approval of her comeback.
Asakura changed her pitch, “Oooooh, I’m jealous of you because you have some girl who cries all the time. Oh woe is me!”
“Sayo is still dead.” Yuuna repeated.
The redhead was not amused, “If that’s your only comeback you’re pathetic.”
“Why don’t you go to bed and listen to your superiors, hmmm?” Yuuna tilted her head playfully.
Her gang leader once again changed the pitch of her voice, “My superiors, hmmm? Well Ako is older than me too! That means I should listen to her! Oh Asakura-san! Please don’t punch me in the face! I’m an innocent little crybaby who shouldn’t be punched! Wah wah WAH!”
“You did NOT just say that,” Yuuna stood up, angry.
“Oh I think I did. Is that bad, mommy?”
So the scrum began again as the brunette leapt at the redhead and pinned her on the floor. Ako stood there watching the fight, but it didn’t look as deadly as the one before so she didn’t feel so much as to breaking it up. She was more preoccupied at what Yuuna had said about what she did. What she did was certainly an inexcusable action, but Ako could not help feeling a little better of her cellmate. She did not do what that man had told her do, and had genuine love for her dad. Ako smiled softly, for once there was peace in her life despite the inmates having a brawl in front of her.
“Help! I’m being beaten by mommy! Child abuse! Child abuse!” It looked like Asakura could not be more pleased with her mocking.
Ako sighed and turned around, deciding to go to bed. There was still one lingering thought left in her mind however…
Yuuna was in love with her.
END OF PART FIFTEEN
I enjoyed writing this chapter a lot because it's mostly just Yuuna and Kazumi yammering back and forth. Now since Kazumi and Yuuna are in my top three favourite characters it was quite fun. (Yes, Chisame finally fell out of third, and Yuuna just kept growing on me). Also, since they weren't being super serious and all dramatic-like that made it funner. (EVEN with the semi-I'M AN EMO WAH AND THIS IS MY SHITTY PAST explanation by Yuuna) So don't expect me to write something like this again soon. Why? The main character is Ako, and this story is supposed to be dramatic. The chapter was a very nice break for me though. Now to explain why I went down this path of writingship...
Well, from the very BEGINNING of writing this story I was wondering what everybody did. First of all this story contains characters from Negima, where people are NOT BAD except the bad guys. So obviously from the very beginning I knew they would all be slightly OOC, but I wanted to retain their personalities in some way. For example, Kazumi being the sneaky reporter person she is, is likely to blackmail. I just made it a little worse by changing 'blackmail' to 'extortion' and her methods from 'embarrassing' to 'violent'. It's still like her, no? Lol. Now the person I struggled with the most is definitely Yuuna. What DID she do? I took a long time to figure out why she was there and just copped out by making her lie (lol) until I figured out what she did. I eventually landed on murder because that would be totally dramatic. The real Yuuna would not murder, never. Maybe there's a tiny chance she would by accident because she always does stuff without thinking but that wouldn't be murder, that'd be involuntary manslaughter, no? So why didn't I go with that instead? It wasn't dramatic enough.
Besides, if it WAS involuntary manslaughter, she wouldn't be the emo guilty person of the story. SOMEONE needs to be emo and angsty in the story to spew drama you know, and getting all my drama from Ako would make her worse because she already IS THE DRAMATIC person in the REAL Negima, being the unfortunate person in a hopeless love with some horrible mysterious scar and being abused and hit by her slave traders while almost dying from a serious disease after seeing someone get stabbed through the chest by a gigantic spear...what I just said actually happened in negima, yes. What logic that I chose her to be the one with the horrible luck in this story, it just made sense!
So, I went ahead with the murder thing for Yuuna, but why the hell would she do that? What would drive Yuuna to such atrocious actions? That was the most difficult question of all. There were MANY points in the story where I wrote up an entire chapter of her committing her crime to explain to the audience but I was never satisfied with anyone of them and deleted them all. So this story actually went to a different path than I originally had thought of. I actually was going to put it off again by making this chapter something else, but I just decided to 'wing' Yuuna's story and see if I liked it, and I did.
The stuff I wrote before were such things like "Yuuna was abused as a kiddy" or "Yuuna has anger problems" and she killed such people like Professor Akashi's boss, or another kid around her age or even her mom, but none of them fit. I mean Yuuna is not the type of person to have a shitty childhood since she loves her dad EVER so much and that was just part of her personality. Physical abuse also seemed very cliche. I just could not figure out a way why she would kill. I mean Yuuna is such a difficult character to warp into a killer. She's the energetic happy person of Negima...what could make someone like that kill?
What I wrote up there just popped into my head as I wrote, and I liked it. I'm actually surprised I managed to write something that fit. Yes, the motive to kill is very simple. "Don't do this or you die", but motives are often rather simple in real life. The story behind it was what I liked. A love triangle that ended in tragedy. Manipulation, creating a tool for yourself to rid of your foe...I felt like a genius. And I'm not one to act egotistical either, 'cause when I was young I knew being egotistical was bad. I chose for myself to either be egotistical or an emo who hates everything I do, and I went on the latter path. They're both very equally annoying traits however. Of course that doesn't mean it was completely good, now I have a new hole to fill. If Yuuna was such a brat and was influenced as such, why is she so nice and stuff to Ako? I'll take the cheap copout to answer that. Love.
It also fit Yuuna. She loves her dad. She loves guns (well, at least in negima!? but I loved that character trait. I LOL'D when the cheerleaders thought she was in love with Mana...which I totally support, actually. GO MANA/YUUNA!). Her mother is actually dead. And other things to come. I'm rather proud of that.
So that's the explanation of that. Just so you know, my love for Mana/Yuuna is actually similar to my love for Chisame/Kazumi *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge* >>; Evil sadists. But anyway, I love Kazumi very much. You can tell by how I portray her. Lol. Speaking of Chisame she hasn't appeared lately, don't worry I did not forget her. I have storylines for EVERYBODY! Well, not everybody, but you get the point. Anyway just because I thought that story was good doesn't mean anybody else did. There are times in this story where I thought I wrote the BEST THING EVAR just to feel COMPLETELY DISAPPOINTED when it gets criticized by Aoi-dono or Akira or Kirami, but oh well, my writing is far from perfect. For example at the beginning of the story it is descriptive-heavy, now the story is dialogue-heavy. See? Look how much I failed. Also I do like Ayaka (Iincho)'s character in Negima, and I kind of kick myself whenever I give her a negative position in my stories (In HFF, she is a cheetah who wants to eat Kazumi) and she just got a worse one here. I'm not trying to copy some prison movie where all the cops are corrupted, but at the same time it is also not a perfect prison system.
One more thing, I mentioned something that sounded rather unrealistic in the story, a few chapters (or one?) ago. I said something about 'seasonal fights' that happened last year staged by the officers where inmates fight to the death to free up room in the crowded prison system and the winner of the fight is charged with murder, goes to death row, and is executed thus dying anyway...Something like that actually DID happen in real life in a couple of American prisons. Not to that extreme, but there were staged fights by the corrupted officers. I borrowed that idea. I don't think I'll go into it much anymore, as it was just an experiment to see what would happen but it seemed rather unrealistic. O: .
Now stuff I drew to end this super long entry!
This is Yuuna and Ako. I think it looks similar to a fanart where Yuuna's arm is wrapped around Ako's shoulders and she's making the peace sign and it's actually a big picture on my wall but eh.
Here I turned Dogger into an actual dog...standing upright. I think I drew this pretty well for my standards. P: But I can draw animals fine, just not people. RARGH. ><
That is all, AWAY WITH YOU!
And so that is all. HAIL KAZU!
PART FIFTEEN
A single drop of water fell from the cracked ceiling, making its way downwards and downwards until it reached a smooth texture that curved outwards just slightly. Two orbs just below and to both sides appeared, blinking out of sight for a few seconds before the orbs stayed visible consistently. Ako wiped her forehead, realizing that something must’ve been wrong with the pipes as the all-too familiar fissures in the ceiling were dampened and wet. She sat up, noticing the dark sky outside the window and jumped off her bed onto the ground. A howl could be heard echoing throughout the dangerous woods situated just behind the penitentiary causing Ako to shiver in slight fear. She turned her head, facing the wall the bed was up upon and noticed both bunks were empty. She could make out the clock sitting on the desk thanks to the eerie moonlight shooting off from outside the window, and saw that it was a late two in the morning. Her steps were as soundless as the drops of the water earlier as she freely slid open her door to see nothing but darkness outside. Curiously, the inmate stepped closer to a door that was barely open. She peeked into the slit of the door, seeing two familiar people sitting on a bench. She was surprised not at whom it was, but the fact that they were there without anybody else, and that they were not trying to rip each other’s heads off…
“This is probably the only spot where we can’t see those damn police lights,” said the redhead, taking something out of her pocket.
The brunette nodded, “Kind of quiet, eh? Didn’t think it could be so quiet in this place.”
“I remember a time when it was this quiet,” the other replied.
“Really? When was that?”
She revealed a lighter from her pocket, and held a single cigarette in her other hand, “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Not really, though like Makie said before, you never smoke before she left,” the other one started, “I’m still wondering why…”
“Stress reliever, that’s all,” explained the redhead, “About the same time I started, the night was quiet, just like this…almost as if someone just died, or someone is about to…”
The other inmate raised her eyebrow, “Ehh? That’s kind of a scary thought, Asakura!”
“Well, it was like this after she went away,” Asakura stated, “I’m just sayin’, y’know. What’s happening now could very well lead to death, Yuuna…”
Yuuna sighed and rested her arm onto one raised knee, “This doesn’t feel right. I tried to defend why everybody is doing this, but…”
“Hm?” Asakura suddenly looked interested, taking her choking stick out of her mouth.
“I don’t know about you. You seem used to this kind of stuff, but I’m not. I can understand why…it just doesn’t feel right,” she explained, “My best friend is a hostage and I’m not helping her! This just sounds so screwed up!”
The redhead smiled, “You know, I’m surprised you didn’t set her free and made everybody your enemy. I completely expected that.”
“You’re right; I really would have done that, if not for one thing…”
Again, the gang leader looked interested, “What might that be?”
“It sounds kind of dumb, but it’s because of Ako.”
Asakura took a long breath from her death drug, “Ahh, it is young love?”
“Don’t word it that way, you’re not old.”
“Haha, funny you say that. I’m actually younger than you,” she said, twisting her cigarette around.
Yuuna looked shocked, “What? Are you serious?”
“I find it insulting that you’re shocked. You think I’m old!?”
The brunette snivelled, “It might be because of your addiction to them killer sticks there.”
“Hey, I only smoke a pack a week. Why are people questioning my habit so much these days?” She looked even more annoyed.
Yuuna crossed her arms, “I don’t know, maybe because people care about your health. Have you ever had the feeling of being loved? Well there it is, try to get used to it.”
“Now you’re claiming that I’m unloved. Really, what other insults do you want to swing at me?” Asakura turned away, “Sheesh.”
Ako, who was still unnoticed, was intrigued at the role reversal. She thought she was dreaming, for it looked like Yuuna had the dominance in the conversation. What was happening? Had the sky fallen? Did hell freeze over? Was that really butter?
The redhead started to snicker a little, “But I am younger than you, and I hardly look that old from smoking. You’re just developing later.”
“What? Developing later? Are you saying my chest is flat!? Look at these things! They’re the perfect size! Yours are far too big. If you went to hug someone they’d crush their heads!” Yuuna pointed at Asakura’s chest while sticking out her tongue, “Who knows how many people were tragically killed from your homicidal breasts!”
Ako wanted to fall over.
Asakura rolled her eyes, “Now you’re just getting ridiculous.”
“Well…yeah. We have similar sized chests, yeah.”
The redhead grinned, “Good, so we’re even in that category—”
“Yours are saggy.”
POW!
Ako winced as she saw the flying fist of Asakura smash straight into Yuuna’s unsuspecting face. The victimized inmate toppled over and lay sprawled all over the ground. She was face down and not moving at all. Ako feared the worst, and was about to burst out of the doorway she was hiding behind, but was stopped by a rather surprising action. Asakura had offered her hand to the wounded inmate to help her back up.
She couldn’t believe it wasn’t butter. It had to be.
Yuuna rubbed her jaw, “Ow…what is wif you and jawsh? Sherioushly.”
“Well, if the jaw breaks…logically they can’t talk.”
“Oh.”
Asakura sat back down on the bench, looking out at the full moon. Yuuna slowly and clumsily did so as well, but was obviously a little out of it, “So what was it you wanted to talk about so badly anyway? Didn’t we just try to kill each other a few weeks ago?”
Ako started to get impatient. They finally got to the question that was stuck in her head this entire conversation that she was eavesdropping on. She continued to watch the two interact, wondering if maybe they were closer than she had thought.
“If you’re still thinking about that why aren’t we now?” Yuuna asked, her jaw getting better. It was slightly bruised, but otherwise would be fine.
“That punch might be an indicator,” Asakura rubbed her fists, feeling the need for another good sock to someone’s face, “That black eye you gave me was giving me trouble when I was in the hole.”
Yuuna pressed further, “Well it doesn’t stop there either. You managed to convince the cop—which is a MIRACLE, that the fight was entirely your fault and only you landed in that place of agony.”
“Pfft. You’re a weakling. If you were put there too when you were shaken up emotionally like that you’d be dead,” Asakura narrowed an eye, “You should be thanking me.”
“I’m not a weakling,” Yuuna reasoned, “And you should have convinced them not to put Ako in the hole, not me!”
Asakura sighed, “I know you have some hard-on for her or something, but I don’t care about Ako. Until she gets into this gang she’s just some other inmate to me.”
“I don’t care if I died for her well-being!”
Ako stepped backwards, hearing such a bold statement from her cellmate. She was never more intrigued at the conversation until now. She directed all her focus into her ears, and tried to listen extremely closely at the words that would unfold next. She found her own body confusing though, as her heartbeat increased massively and her knees started shaking. It was almost as if she was fainting without the actual fainting part.
“So it is young love?” The redhead was onto something.
Yuuna turned away, not wanting to go further, “…maybe.”
“You may not be telling me in words, but by the redness of your cheeks. I feel confident that I’m right,” said Asakura, “You’re making me laugh. Please don’t tell me you wanted to talk to me about her or something. I just told you I don’t give a rat’s ass for that girl.”
Yuuna clenched her fist, “What if I told you I didn’t give a shit about Sayo?”
“So?”
“What if I didn’t care at all that I just stood there as she was being stabbed countless times?” Yuuna finally said. She caused the redhead to snap. Asakura whipped her hands at the speed of light towards the brunette’s delicate neck. She started to squeeze harder, growling at the girl, but before Ako the Slow could run out and save her cellmate; the redhead came to her senses and let the choking inmate go.
Yuuna was now on her knees with one hand holding her throat. She was coughing, “Geez! It was hypothetical! Ack…”
“Yeah…” Asakura mumbled, “Well…you can go ahead and tell me what you want I guess.” The mood around the redhead had changed drastically, and Yuuna sensed that maybe treading on such a sensitive issue was harsh on the gang leader, hardened criminal or not.
The cellmate rubbed her neck some more, but finally retook her seat on the bench, “You’re lucky…”
“I’m lucky? First you tell me I’m old, then you tell me I’m unloved, then you tell me I have boobs the size of England, then you insult a dead person, and then you tell me I’m lucky!? Are you HIGH!?”
Yuuna pointed at the cigarette Asakura had dropped when the redhead attempted to kill her, “You’re the one who smoked the drug.”
“That’s not the point.”
“And don’t forget the saggy b—”
POW!
Asakura crossed her arms as she watched the inmate who had fallen to the ground yet again slowly get back up, “Get to the point.”
“Well, the second thing you said…is actually a lie,” Yuuna started, finally getting serious. She took a deep breath and sighed one big sigh, staring at the stars, “You loved someone, and they loved you back.”
The redhead noticed the atmosphere changing, “I…I see…”
“With all the stupid things I’ve done to Ako, there’s no way she’s going to love me back. It’s obvious,” Yuuna started, turning her gaze towards the ground, “The feeling of hopeless love kind of hurts, but…”
“…hm?”
“I always wondered how you and Sayo got along. No offense, but you’re kind of a bitch,” Yuuna said.
Asakura rolled her eyes yet again, “Could you put it anymore bluntly?”
“Okay, you’re an asshole, a douchebag, a jackass, a—”
“I was being sarcastic.” Asakura made a groan of disgust as Yuuna chuckled a bit from her annoyance, “I actually don’t know. She’s an angel, but I wasn’t a very nice person back then.”
“You aren’t one now, either.”
The gang leader sighed, “I am never bailing you out from the hole again.”
“Oh come on. Name one other thing you did that was nice,” Yuuna dared.
“I did that favour of yours and took care of Ako for a bit,” Asakura explained.
Yuuna stood up, waving her arms in mockery, “And then you broke her jaw days later!!! GASP!”
Asakura chose to ignore Yuuna’s fake narrating, “Look, I don’t see what’s so great about that girl anyway. She’s a crybaby. She doesn’t look like she can even harm a fly. She’s afraid of everything. She faints at the sight of everything…the list goes on and on.”
“True love is when you can see someone’s imperfections as perfection,” Yuuna suddenly said, surprising Asakura, “Maybe that’s what Sayo saw in you.”
The redhead was in a little disbelief, “Where did you hear such a wise quote? That is so unlike you.”
“My mom told me that when I was little. I asked her what was so great about dad. He’s a sloppy careless idiot who can’t do anything…” Yuuna explained, “I guess I learned to love him the same way she did…”
Asakura paused and did not reply, all she did was nod as Yuuna continued, “I have too many flaws though. You think a person can see through my horrific crime or my glaring stupidity and regard it as perfect? It’s not possible.”
“Well, I don’t think you’re that stupid. Everybody does stupid things. Granted, you do so a little more often than others, but still,” Asakura started, “Also, there have been many cases where people have fallen in love with murderers.”
The inmate rested her chin on her palm, “That’s because those people find killers sexy for some deranged reason. I don’t think Ako’s developed much of a libido, Asakura. At the same time I don’t think I want to go there…not for a few years, anyway. Her innocence I will not taint!”
Asakura sat back, her hands behind her supporting her body, “So you wanted to ask me how to make her love you back?”
“No. I wanted to ask you if you could let her in the gang…without all the initiation,” Yuuna explained, “And I’ve already told you why.”
“Because you love her?” Asakura asked, “That’s not a good enough reason.”
Yuuna smiled a little, but it was a sad one, not her usual grin, “I guess it was pretty stupid to ask for something. I was hoping for a break. Well, thanks for listening anyway.”
“I’m curious.” Asakura spoke up suddenly, causing Yuuna to sit back down as she was about to head back to bed.
“What?”
The gang leader started to tap the floor with her right foot, “I’ve always wondered why you killed. You always tell people that you did something wrong, never why.”
“You know I don’t like talking about it,” Yuuna tried to avoid the subject.
“Did you even tell Ako, your beloved princess?” Asakura teased.
Yuuna rubbed her shoulder in anxiety, “I told her the really short version.”
“Really? What did you tell her?”
“I told her I’m a murderer,” Yuuna explained.
The redhead frowned, “What? That’s it!? And she was fine with that!?”
“Yeah. She knows I’m really guilty about it, so she didn’t press on, unlike you,” The inmate replied, “That was really nice of her.”
“Girl doesn’t know how to squeeze info out of people, huh? What a novice,” Asakura stated, “Well, I’ll tell you what, Kid. You tell me why you did what you did, and I’ll let Ako into the gang without a test or anything. Deal?”
Yuuna gasped, “Really? I just tell you and you’ll let her in?”
“Yep. Is that fine with you?”
Yuuna thought for a bit, but she didn’t take long. She knew she was uncomfortable telling something so personal, but if it was for Ako, she would do it. The inmate nodded and saw her gang leader smile, making her even more nervous about it. She couldn’t lie either, Asakura was good at seeing lies, so the inmate decided that she just had to blow out the entire truth. Ako meanwhile was waiting at anticipation the story of her cellmate, the girl she never knew…
“Well, there was this one guy when I was a kid…”
Asakura was intrigued already, “When you were a kid, huh? Was it building hatred?”
“Uhm, I suppose. He wasn’t that bad at first really. I think I was just a brat when I was a kid but eh…”
The redhead nodded, “Ah, so your behaviour caused him to get frustrated at you and so gave you the same treatment, and you resented that and killed him?”
“It’s more complicated than that!” Yuuna growled, “If you keep telling me the story I’m supposed to tell then I won’t bother!”
The other inmate noted that, “Then continue on.”
“He was a good friend of my dad’s. The keyword is was. I think they had a fight one day and the friendship just faded away,” Yuuna paused for a moment, then continued, “I was around nine or ten then, so I was dumb and didn’t know what was going on.”
“Do you know now?”
Yuuna leaned over towards the fence, taking her time, “He loved my mom. My mom married my dad. He didn’t put it against dad, but when mom died…yeah.”
“I see…”
“He said once that mom would still be alive if she had married him. He blamed dad for that, so it just went downhill from there. That meant he also hated me. I was the ‘spawn’ of dad and mom’s relationship. ‘She was never meant to exist’ was something he actually said,” Yuuna scratched the back of her head, searching for ways to continue, “Even though he said that, I think he actually didn’t mean it.”
Asakura rested her back on the fence, still very curious, “Oh, so he wasn’t your standard bastard?”
“Nah…I don’t think he was like that at all, later on yes, but he took care of me. He once picked me up from school and took me home after a long ride. He talked to me and everything. My dad was not amused because what he did was technically kidnapping. Heh. After a while though dad and him became friends again, and I think it was because I took over the role of my mom…”
Yuuna leaned over, resting her hands on her thighs while staring at the ground, “They both still secretly hated each other though. Before they made up they yelled at each other a lot. I saw that myself, and I thought that whoever my dad yelled at was bad so I automatically didn’t like them either. He once asked me a question most people would find difficult to answer: ‘Who do you love more, dad or me?’. I immediately said ‘dad’. I did not hesitate or pause to think or anything, I just said it. That did not make him a happy camper.”
Asakura continued to gaze at Yuuna’s bad posture as the girl continued, “Then he asked me who I loved more, mom or dad, and I said ‘dad because he’s still here’. That also did not make him very happy.”
“That’s a rather insensitive answer,” Asakura added.
“Well, I was a brat. Ask me that now and I wouldn’t say that,” Yuuna explained, “I think from then on he gave up on me, as if he had a scheme to make me love him more than dad. Instead he decided to give me a brand new toy, which was rather clever of him.”
“…a new toy?” Asakura raised an eyebrow, confused.
Yuuna chuckled a bit, “He spoiled me, but not with normal toys a girl would be given like dolls or something. He gave me toy guns, toy tanks, action figures of soldiers, and a basketball. He treated me like a boy or something.”
“Your dad did not notice?”
“Oh, he definitely noticed. He responded by giving me toys too, but of another caliber. I got girly toys from dad, and I absolutely hated them.”
The redhead grinned, “So it was a war of toys!”
“When my dad saw me shooting the heads off Barbie dolls…and laughing, I think he started to realize how bad of an influence his ‘friend’ was. That guy went the dirty way of trying to earn my love, by filling my room up with presents.”
Asakura started to laugh as well, “Daaaamn, shooting heads off…you were a nasty child.”
“My dad sat down with me and told me that I could keep some of the toys, but I was not to accept anymore from his so-called friend. He told me that he was bad news and I should stay away from him. He again terminated his ‘friendship’ with that guy, but that guy was a very determined man. One day after school, he approached me. I would have stayed away, but he brought something very tempting with him…a real gun.”
The gang leader could only awe, “Ooooooooooh.”
“So we ended up secretly bonding by going to shooting ranges. He gave me the gun on my birthday, and all seemed happy until he began to compare things with my dad…” Yuuna frowned, looking out the fence.
“Hmm?”
The inmate stood up, “He told me that my dad would never allow me to come to a shooting range. He would never let me own a gun or do anything I would have wanted to do. He kept telling me those things, and it became more and more frequent when the days went on, until he said something that I could not accept. He said…
‘Your father does not love you, not like how I love you, therefore you cannot love him. You should hate him, hate him like I do. You should despise the limits he puts on you, despise him because everything that has gone wrong in your life is because of him. He never gave you anything, not even a chance, not even an opportunity to be free with your own decisions. You are an independent girl and I see potential. I see potential in you to become just as beautiful and intelligent as your mother was, and the only thing stopping you is your father…
…therefore, you must get rid of your obstacle. You must overcome it as well. You have to do something bold and stunning to regain your complete potential and become the best. You must kill your father, Yuuna.’
“He underestimated my love for dad. I was feeling real guilty for lying to dad where I was going all the time, and I knew he was bad news, but I just could not say no to shooting a good shot at a target. It felt natural in my hands, but what he said…I told him to stay away from me and my father from now on or I would kill him. Needless to say, he didn’t take my threat very seriously…” Yuuna sighed and turned her gaze to the night sky, “I killed him not only because of hatred, but anger, not just at him, but myself for not keeping away from him.”
Asakura stood up as well, “So he was killed by his own monster.”
“That makes me feel sooooo much better,” Yuuna crossed her arms as she gave her sarcastic statement.
“Yes, I am totally here to make you feel better,” Asakura stuck out her tongue as she continued the stream of sarcasm, “Well it’s getting late. I’m going to retire and snuggle with Sayo now.”
Yuuna sat back down, “Sayo’s kind of dead.”
“I know that. I meant the doll.” Asakura pulled out a small doll that looked like Sayo as much as a doll could get.
“You know…that’s kind of creepy.”
Asakura rolled her eyes, “Well I’d rather sleep with a doll than with someone who could potentially shoot my Sayo doll’s head off.”
“Wow, that sentence totally did not come off wrong.”
“…says the person who had a relationship with a pedophile, who she killed.”
Yuuna grumbled, “Go to bed already.”
Asakura laughed it off and headed back inside. Ako was still hiding by the door, and let out the smallest ‘eep’ a girl could let out, and tried in vain to find a different hiding spot. Ako ended up falling down onto the ground in her little rush of panic. She was found by the gang leader who decided to greet her in a very loud manner, “Now what do we have here!? Oh look Yuuna! It’s your beloved princess!”
“Eh? A-Ako! What are you doing over there this late!?” Yuuna stood up, looking rather anxious, “…you heard everything?”
Ako frowned, nodding, “I’m sorry.”
Yuuna quickly rushed over to Ako, helping her up, “It’s alright.” She looked up at Asakura staring at them, “Will you go to bed already!?”
“You’re not my mother, but you’re certainly old enough to be,” the gang leader grinned.
Yuuna narrowed her eyes, “You’re just jealous of me and Ako here, aren’t you?”
“Pft, why would I be?”
“Because Sayo is dead and you were jealous when she moved into my cell. You’re a very envious person you know,” Yuuna spat back, closing her eyes in approval of her comeback.
Asakura changed her pitch, “Oooooh, I’m jealous of you because you have some girl who cries all the time. Oh woe is me!”
“Sayo is still dead.” Yuuna repeated.
The redhead was not amused, “If that’s your only comeback you’re pathetic.”
“Why don’t you go to bed and listen to your superiors, hmmm?” Yuuna tilted her head playfully.
Her gang leader once again changed the pitch of her voice, “My superiors, hmmm? Well Ako is older than me too! That means I should listen to her! Oh Asakura-san! Please don’t punch me in the face! I’m an innocent little crybaby who shouldn’t be punched! Wah wah WAH!”
“You did NOT just say that,” Yuuna stood up, angry.
“Oh I think I did. Is that bad, mommy?”
So the scrum began again as the brunette leapt at the redhead and pinned her on the floor. Ako stood there watching the fight, but it didn’t look as deadly as the one before so she didn’t feel so much as to breaking it up. She was more preoccupied at what Yuuna had said about what she did. What she did was certainly an inexcusable action, but Ako could not help feeling a little better of her cellmate. She did not do what that man had told her do, and had genuine love for her dad. Ako smiled softly, for once there was peace in her life despite the inmates having a brawl in front of her.
“Help! I’m being beaten by mommy! Child abuse! Child abuse!” It looked like Asakura could not be more pleased with her mocking.
Ako sighed and turned around, deciding to go to bed. There was still one lingering thought left in her mind however…
Yuuna was in love with her.
END OF PART FIFTEEN
I enjoyed writing this chapter a lot because it's mostly just Yuuna and Kazumi yammering back and forth. Now since Kazumi and Yuuna are in my top three favourite characters it was quite fun. (Yes, Chisame finally fell out of third, and Yuuna just kept growing on me). Also, since they weren't being super serious and all dramatic-like that made it funner. (EVEN with the semi-I'M AN EMO WAH AND THIS IS MY SHITTY PAST explanation by Yuuna) So don't expect me to write something like this again soon. Why? The main character is Ako, and this story is supposed to be dramatic. The chapter was a very nice break for me though. Now to explain why I went down this path of writingship...
Well, from the very BEGINNING of writing this story I was wondering what everybody did. First of all this story contains characters from Negima, where people are NOT BAD except the bad guys. So obviously from the very beginning I knew they would all be slightly OOC, but I wanted to retain their personalities in some way. For example, Kazumi being the sneaky reporter person she is, is likely to blackmail. I just made it a little worse by changing 'blackmail' to 'extortion' and her methods from 'embarrassing' to 'violent'. It's still like her, no? Lol. Now the person I struggled with the most is definitely Yuuna. What DID she do? I took a long time to figure out why she was there and just copped out by making her lie (lol) until I figured out what she did. I eventually landed on murder because that would be totally dramatic. The real Yuuna would not murder, never. Maybe there's a tiny chance she would by accident because she always does stuff without thinking but that wouldn't be murder, that'd be involuntary manslaughter, no? So why didn't I go with that instead? It wasn't dramatic enough.
Besides, if it WAS involuntary manslaughter, she wouldn't be the emo guilty person of the story. SOMEONE needs to be emo and angsty in the story to spew drama you know, and getting all my drama from Ako would make her worse because she already IS THE DRAMATIC person in the REAL Negima, being the unfortunate person in a hopeless love with some horrible mysterious scar and being abused and hit by her slave traders while almost dying from a serious disease after seeing someone get stabbed through the chest by a gigantic spear...what I just said actually happened in negima, yes. What logic that I chose her to be the one with the horrible luck in this story, it just made sense!
So, I went ahead with the murder thing for Yuuna, but why the hell would she do that? What would drive Yuuna to such atrocious actions? That was the most difficult question of all. There were MANY points in the story where I wrote up an entire chapter of her committing her crime to explain to the audience but I was never satisfied with anyone of them and deleted them all. So this story actually went to a different path than I originally had thought of. I actually was going to put it off again by making this chapter something else, but I just decided to 'wing' Yuuna's story and see if I liked it, and I did.
The stuff I wrote before were such things like "Yuuna was abused as a kiddy" or "Yuuna has anger problems" and she killed such people like Professor Akashi's boss, or another kid around her age or even her mom, but none of them fit. I mean Yuuna is not the type of person to have a shitty childhood since she loves her dad EVER so much and that was just part of her personality. Physical abuse also seemed very cliche. I just could not figure out a way why she would kill. I mean Yuuna is such a difficult character to warp into a killer. She's the energetic happy person of Negima...what could make someone like that kill?
What I wrote up there just popped into my head as I wrote, and I liked it. I'm actually surprised I managed to write something that fit. Yes, the motive to kill is very simple. "Don't do this or you die", but motives are often rather simple in real life. The story behind it was what I liked. A love triangle that ended in tragedy. Manipulation, creating a tool for yourself to rid of your foe...I felt like a genius. And I'm not one to act egotistical either, 'cause when I was young I knew being egotistical was bad. I chose for myself to either be egotistical or an emo who hates everything I do, and I went on the latter path. They're both very equally annoying traits however. Of course that doesn't mean it was completely good, now I have a new hole to fill. If Yuuna was such a brat and was influenced as such, why is she so nice and stuff to Ako? I'll take the cheap copout to answer that. Love.
It also fit Yuuna. She loves her dad. She loves guns (well, at least in negima!? but I loved that character trait. I LOL'D when the cheerleaders thought she was in love with Mana...which I totally support, actually. GO MANA/YUUNA!). Her mother is actually dead. And other things to come. I'm rather proud of that.
So that's the explanation of that. Just so you know, my love for Mana/Yuuna is actually similar to my love for Chisame/Kazumi *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge* >>; Evil sadists. But anyway, I love Kazumi very much. You can tell by how I portray her. Lol. Speaking of Chisame she hasn't appeared lately, don't worry I did not forget her. I have storylines for EVERYBODY! Well, not everybody, but you get the point. Anyway just because I thought that story was good doesn't mean anybody else did. There are times in this story where I thought I wrote the BEST THING EVAR just to feel COMPLETELY DISAPPOINTED when it gets criticized by Aoi-dono or Akira or Kirami, but oh well, my writing is far from perfect. For example at the beginning of the story it is descriptive-heavy, now the story is dialogue-heavy. See? Look how much I failed. Also I do like Ayaka (Iincho)'s character in Negima, and I kind of kick myself whenever I give her a negative position in my stories (In HFF, she is a cheetah who wants to eat Kazumi) and she just got a worse one here. I'm not trying to copy some prison movie where all the cops are corrupted, but at the same time it is also not a perfect prison system.
One more thing, I mentioned something that sounded rather unrealistic in the story, a few chapters (or one?) ago. I said something about 'seasonal fights' that happened last year staged by the officers where inmates fight to the death to free up room in the crowded prison system and the winner of the fight is charged with murder, goes to death row, and is executed thus dying anyway...Something like that actually DID happen in real life in a couple of American prisons. Not to that extreme, but there were staged fights by the corrupted officers. I borrowed that idea. I don't think I'll go into it much anymore, as it was just an experiment to see what would happen but it seemed rather unrealistic. O: .
Now stuff I drew to end this super long entry!
This is Yuuna and Ako. I think it looks similar to a fanart where Yuuna's arm is wrapped around Ako's shoulders and she's making the peace sign and it's actually a big picture on my wall but eh.
Here I turned Dogger into an actual dog...standing upright. I think I drew this pretty well for my standards. P: But I can draw animals fine, just not people. RARGH. ><That is all, AWAY WITH YOU!
And so that is all. HAIL KAZU!
