[FFML] [fanfic][lime][dark][Yotsuba&/Pretty Neighbor] Miura & Investigations

[Mythril Moth]

AUTHOR'S WARNING:

This. Chapter. Is. Deep. Space. Pitch. Fucking. BLACK.


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MIURA & INVESTIGATIONS

by Mythril Moth

based on Yotsuba&! by Azuma Kiyohiko

subsequently based on the "Pretty Neighbor" Yotsuba& doujinshi series

no permission asked or given

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Miura smoothed a strip of packing tape across the top of the box. "This is 
the last one, right? PLEASE tell me this is the last one."

"Nuh-uh, there's gonna be one more after this," Ena replied.

Miura sighed. "You've got too much crap, Ena-chan."

"You know, it's not like you HAVE to carry these," Ena replied archly. "I 
mean, that's kinda the whole reason Kotashi-niichan called Jumbo-san over."

Miura rubbed at the tip of her nose, looking off to the side. "Yeah, well 
everybody seems to have decided I'm the man in this relationship, so I'm 
gonna do all the man stuff. And that includes carrying your crap next door."

Ena rolled her eyes. "You're bein' real bitchy today, Miura-chan."

"Cramps."

Ena blushed. "Oh."

"What, don't tell me even YOU forgot I'm a girl..."

"Of course not!" Ena replied, shaking her head furiously. "Um...Asagi used 
to have some really good medicine for that. We could look and see if she 
left it behind."

Miura shrugged. "Why not? It's not like anti-bitch pills would do HER any 
good anyway..."

They went out into the hallway and headed for Asagi's old room. They had to 
press against the wall as Koiwai came out of Fuuka's room with a large box.

"Niichan, can you or Jumbo-san get the last couple boxes out of my room?" 
Ena asked. "Miura-chan's got cramps, and I don't want her carrying heavy 
stuff."

Koiwai blinked. "Cramps?"

"Yeah, you know. *CRAMPS*," Miura emphasized, glowering at him.

He paled. "Oh. That. Right."

"JESUS *CHRIST* AM I GOING TO HAVE TO FUCKING STRIP NAKED AND SHOW 
*EVERYBODY* MY PUSSY SO THEY'LL REMEMBER I'M A GIRL?!" Miura roared.

"Come on Miura-chan let's get those pills NOW," Ena said shakily, grabbing 
Miura's hand and dragging her away.

Koiwai stared after them, blinking.

Fuuka came up the stairs. "Was that Miura-chan just now...?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"What the hell did you say to her?" Fuuka asked.

"I didn't say anything," Koiwai insisted.

"Then what was that all about?"

"Cramps."

Fuuka blanched. "Gah." She frowned. "I should tell them about the stuff 
Asagi used to take for that..."

"I think they know, they just went in her room."

"Ah, okay." She slipped around him and went into her old room. "I think I'm 
about done."

"No rush," Koiwai said, walking toward the stairs.

Jumbo came up the stairs. "Hey, Jumbo," Koiwai said, "Get the last box out 
of Ena-chan's room. Miura-chan's got cramps." He paused, waiting for it...

Jumbo nodded. "No problem." He went right into Ena's room and retrieved the 
sealed box without comment.


Koiwai blinked.

"BITCH STOLE MY FAVORITE PEN! I LOOKED FOR THAT FOR SIX WEEKS!" Ena 
screeched from down the hall.

Fuuka leaned out into the hall, frowning. "I think we'd better strip Asagi's 
room right down to the floorboards," she said. "There's no telling what 
we'll find that isn't hers."

Miura walked past with a bottle of pills.

As Jumbo followed behind her carrying a box, he asked Fuuka, "Do you want to 
take any of the furniture?"

"I hadn't even thought about that," Fuuka said.

Koiwai jogged up the stairs.

"Kotashi," Fuuka asked, "Think we should take any of the furniture?"

Koiwai paused, thinking. "Yeah, probably. God knows it'd save us a bundle."

"What do you want to take?" Jumbo asked, poised on the landing.

"Hmm...definitely Ena-chan's bed," Fuuka replied. "And mine."

"Yours?" Koiwai asked.

"Not for me, dummy, for Yotsuba-chan. She might as well have her own bed 
instead of sharing one with Ena. I mean, we've got the beds."

"Ah, good thinking."

It had been two days since the letter had been left at their door. The 
previous afternoon, after Yotsuba had forced them to tell her what was going 
on, they'd started cleaning up the Ayase house and packing up the girls' 
things. It had turned out to be a huge job, and they had had to quit for the 
night. Now, it was nearly noon on the second day of packing and moving, and 
it seemed like they were going to be able to finish before dusk.

Miura came back up the stairs. Koiwai frowned. "Shouldn't you take a break?"

"Just cuz I'm not carrying boxes doesn't mean I can help pack stuff or 
search Asagi's room," the short-haired girl replied sulkily.

"Okay then," Koiwai answered.

Ena suddenly emerged from Asagi's room, very red-faced, and walked stiffly 
past them. She had a zippered plastic freezer bag in one hand and a 
nauseated expression on her face.

Koiwai and Miura exchanged glances. Miura raced after her.

Fuuka came out of her room and noticed Koiwai standing in the hall, staring 
in the direction of the stairs. "Why're you just standing around?" she 
asked.

"Ena-chan just went past and she looked really upset. I wonder what she 
found in--"

"THAT *BITCH*!" Miura yelled from downstairs. "IF I EVER SEE HER AGAIN, 
SHE'S *DEAD*!!"

Fuuka and Koiwai exchanged a worried glance, then headed for the stairs.

They were stopped at the bottom by Miura. "No," she said simply.

"No?"

"You don't ask, you don't see, you don't *know*," Miura said. "There's only 
so much humiliation Ena-chan can bear."

"Miura," Ena said tonelessly from behind her, "They need to know."

"No, they don't. Get rid of that..."

"What happened, Ena-chan?" Fuuka asked. "What did Asagi do *now*?"

Ena passed Miura on the stairs, placed something in Fuuka's hands, and 
walked back downstairs without another word.

"What is..." Fuuka trailed off. She suddenly looked like she was going to be 
sick. "Oh god no."

The ziploc bag had a pair of panties inside. On the freezer label, in pink 
marker, Asagi had written "ENA-CHAN" with a sparkly heart, and there was a 
small photo of Ena in the corner of he bag itself.

Fuuka started to tremble in rage. "She...she couldn't have..."

"Of course she could," Miura said, seething.

Fuuka held the ziploc bag up in front of Koiwai. In a cold, dead tone, she 
asked, "Kotashi, are these from that day?"

He paled and backed away. "Y-yeah. I think so. Um...get that away from me, 
please."

Fuuka threw the zipper bag down to Miura. "Get rid of that," she growled. 
"And don't throw it in the goddamn trash, burn it."

"Right," Miura replied, going downstairs again.

"Why would she have something like that?" Koiwai asked, pale and shaking.

Fuuka frowned. "I don't know. But..."

"Oh SHIT," Koiwai said suddenly. He raced into Asagi's room. Fuuka followed.

Koiwai had settled at Asagi's desk, powering on her computer. "Can't believe 
she didn't come back for this," he muttered.

"Probably a good thing," Fuuka replied.

Koiwai fired up the web browser and checked Asagi's bookmarks, clicked a few 
things, then did some rapid-fire typing. Search results tabs popped up; 
Koiwai clicked a link and opened a new tab. He sighed. "I knew it."

"What?" Fuuka asked, leaning over him to view the web page. "...oh god."

Asagi had been trying to auction off Ena's panties.

Koiwai turned off the monitor in disgust. "Is this EVER going to fucking 
end?!"

Fuuka just collapsed to the floor, crying.

Koiwai sat down beside her and held her, stroking her hair.

Jumbo walked in. "Ena's locked herself in the bathroom and I have no idea 
where the hell Miura is, have you--" He then realized what was going on, and 
quietly said, "If anyone needs me, I'll be moving those beds."

"Jumbo," Koiwai said, "When you do find Miura, send her up here please."

"Got it."

After a few minutes, Fuuka composed herself, and asked, "Why Miura-chan?"

"I'd rather only have to explain it once, please."

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Yotsuba walked into the Ayase house, looking around in confusion. "Wow, it 
looks so weird in here somehow..."

She had been told to wait at home, and to start unpacking the boxes of 
Mommy's stuff in Daddy's room, but it had been nearly fifteen minutes since 
Mommy or Daddy or Ena or Miura or Jumbo had come home and she was getting 
worried, so she decided to look for them.

She heard a lock click, and the bathroom door opened. Ena stepped out, and 
she was crying. Crying a lot more than the day before.

Yotsuba trotted up to her. "Ena?" she asked quietly.

Ena jerked, alarmed. "Yotsuba-chan! You shouldn't be here, we told you to 
stay home and unpack--"

"Nobody's been back for a long time and I got worried. Why're you crying, 
Ena?"

Ena sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I'm just...sad to be moving out," she 
said.

"Oh," Yotsuba said. "Huh, I wasn't sad when I moved into a new house..."

"I've lived here a lot longer than you lived at your old house," Ena 
reminded her.

"Really?" Yotsuba asked, wide-eyed. "How long?"

"My whole life."

"That's a long time!"

"Yes, yes it is."

"Ena, is there ANYTHING around here I can burn this fucking thing in WHAT'S 
YOTSUBA DOING HERE?!"

"Miura-chan!" Ena hissed. "Out, out, don't...!"

Yotsuba tilted her head. "Burn something? Like fireworks?"

"Get. Her. Out of here," Miura hissed.

"Yotsuba-chan? I'll take you back home and stay with you, okay?" Ena said. 
"I kinda don't wanna be here right now anyway."

"Okay, but why's Miura so mad?"


"Don't worry about Miura-chan, she's just in a bad mood today." As she took 
hold of Yotsuba's hand and left, she ran into Jumbo. "Jumbo-san, tell 
Miura-chan there's a big curry pot in the cabinet under the microwave."

Jumbo blinked. "I'm supposed to tell her to go up to Asagi's room," Jumbo 
replied.

"Yeah yeah, but tell her about the curry pot first. What she's doing right 
now is more important."

"Which is--?" Then he noticed Yotsuba, and clamped his mouth shut. "Right."

"What's goin' on, Ena?" Yotsuba asked.

"Stuff you don't need to know about," she said tiredly. "And don't throw 
another tantrum, we MEAN it this time."

Yotsuba sniffled. "I hate not knowin' what's goin' on."

Ena sighed. "Trust me, if you DID know, you'd WISH you didn't..."

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"Ah, Miura-chan!" Jumbo called. "Ena says there's a big curry pot under the 
microwave, and Koiwai wants you up in Asagi's room."

"Got it, thanks," Miura replied.

"Uh...just out of curiosity, what--"

"Trying to burn those goddamn fucking panties," Miura replied offhandedly, 
heading past Jumbo into the kitchen.

Jumbo blinked. "WHAT panties?"

Miura stared at him. "Whaddya mean what panties--"

"I've been out at my truck for the last ten or fifteen minutes checking to 
see if I have my furniture-moving stuff with me," Jumbo said.

"Oh." Miura looked down. "So you didn't even know."

"I probably don't want to either, do I?" Jumbo asked.

"No. You don't. Go move something. I'll go up to Asagi's room when I'm done 
here."

"Right."

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Miura walked into Asagi's room, scrubbing furiously at her hands with a 
towel. She had already scrubbed them until they were pink and raw.

"Miura, I think your hands are dry now," Koiwai said. "And they're gonna 
bleed if you keep that up."

The short-haired girl wadded up the towel and tossed it on Asagi's bed. 
"Think about what I had to get rid of just now," she pointed out.

"Ugh, right."

"So, what'd you need me for?" Miura asked.

"I need you to get on Asagi's computer and go through every single file on 
her hard drive. Probably any discs she has lying around, too. You do know 
how to handle computers, right?"

"Of course," Miura replied. "But why me? I mean, you're a lot better with 
computers than I am since you do all your work on one, so...?"

"Because there might be pictures of Ena-chan on there that I absolutely 
should not see." He frowned. "That nobody should see, actually. But if 
they're there, I think it's best if you find them and erase them."

Fuuka blanched. "Oh god, you think she--"

"Would it surprise you?" Koiwai asked.

Miura grimaced. "Maybe Fuuka-neesan should be the one to do this. Sure, I'm 
Ena's girlfriend, but that doesn't mean--"

"I think she would trust you more than anyone else to protect her from this 
kind of abuse," Koiwai said. He sighed. "Besides, if things are as bad as I 
pray they're NOT, Fuuka-chan definitely shouldn't see what's on that 
computer either." He sighed.

Fuuka cringed. "Oh god."

"If it was JUST Fuuka," Koiwai said, "then I'd take care of it. There could 
not possibly be anything there I haven't already seen, and if there ARE such 
pictures there, I'm probably in most of them anyway."

Fuuka turned very red and made a strange sound.

"But whatever pictures of Ena-chan are in there, I definitely don't need to 
see--"

"--even though you fucked her too--"

"YES, THANK YOU, AND I HAVE SEEN MORE THAN GODDAMN ENOUGH OF A TEN YEAR OLD 
GIRL'S BODY THAN I CARE TO EVER SEE AGAIN THANK YOU VERY MUCH," Koiwai 
thundered.

Miura jumped back in alarm.

"Kotashi," Fuuka said in a warning tone.

Koiwai sighed. "Point is, best choice to get rid of that kind of shit, 
whether it's of Ena-chan or Fuuka-chan, is you, Miura."

"And what makes you think she's any more comfortable with me seeing that 
kind of thing?" Miura asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or did you forget I'm a 
lesbian?"

"Yes, and you've stood and watched me get fucked in the ass, and I really 
doubt there's anything she could POSSIBLY have in there that's more 
humiliating," Fuuka said.

Koiwai pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why does everything come back to me 
fucking you in the ass lately?"

"Niisan, that's gonna keep coming back to fuck us ALL in the ass for a long 
time," Miura said with a smirk.

Fuuka giggled. "Th--thank you, Miura-chan. I needed that."

"Happy to be of service."

Koiwai sighed, rubbing his temples. "Just do the damn computer thing 
already," he ordered. He grabbed hold of Fuuka's arm and helped her up off 
the floor, then led her out of the room.

Sighing, Miura closed the door, locked it, shoved the bed partially in front 
of it, and got to work.

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Ena and Yotsuba were unpacking Fuuka's stuff and putting it away in the main 
bedroom when Jumbo walked in. "Well, I *think* there's room for two beds in 
the spare room, but it's gonna make things pretty cramped. Koiwai may need 
to spring for a bunk bed."

Ena frowned thoughtfully. "Show me about how bad it's gonna be, okay? We 
might be able to figure something out."

Yotsuba followed them into the room that was to become Ena's. "See?" Jumbo 
was saying, showing Ena a piece of paper. "That's from the measurements I 
took..."

"We may have to put the beds right together, then," Ena nodded. "But then 
making them up would be a pain..."

"Ne, Ena, why do you need two beds?" Yotsuba asked.

"I only need one bed, Yotsuba-chan," Ena replied distractedly. "The other's 
yours."

Yotsuba blinked, tilting her head.

"Nuh-uh," she said. "My bed's in Daddy's room."

"Typical," Ena said, shaking her head. "Yotsuba-chan, you know that Oneechan 
becoming your Mommy means she's going to be sleeping in your Daddy's room 
from now on, right?"

Yotsuba nodded. "Yeah, we already sleep in there, all of us."

"Well, see, they're..." Ena squatted down and placed a hand on the younger 
girl's shoulder. "You're getting to be too big to sleep with your parents 
anymore, and mommies and daddies, well...they like it to just be them in bed 
together." She blushed a bit. "So this is gonna be your new room, yours and 
mine."

Yotsuba's eyes widened. "I don't get to sleep with Daddy no more?" she 
asked.

"No, you don't. But you get a big girl bed and I'll be in here with you and 
it'll be like a sleepover every night. It'll be fun!"

Yotsuba considered this for a while.

"So Mommy's sleeping in Daddy's room and I gotta sleep in here now with 
you?"

"That's right."

Yotsuba looked down, worried. "But...but...what if Miura moves into this 
room with you, where'm I gonna sleep?" She started to sniffle.

Ena turned very red. "Mou, Yotsuba-chan," she said. "Miura-chan's not moving 
in with us! Besides, it's gonna be a long, long, long, LONG time before me 
and Miura-chan have a bedroom just for the two of us."

"How come?"

"Because it just is. Trust me. You're not gonna be left without a place to 
sleep, Yotsuba-chan. I promise."

"Okay," Yotsuba agreed. "Do I gotta put all my stuff in here too?"

"If you want," Ena said. "But let's wait until we get the furniture in here 
first, okay?"

"Okay!"

"You know," Jumbo said quietly, "You could've just left it at Miura not 
moving in here."

Ena poked him in the stomach. "Let me have my love-love fantasies in peace, 
thanks."

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Miura made another note in the notebook she'd placed next to the computer, 
then moved onto the next folder, mouth set in a grim line.

She quite frankly hated this job, but she understood why Koiwai had given it 
to her. And it had not taken her long to find very good reason for his 
concern.

She had now explored just over half of Asagi's hard drive, and had found 
more than three hundred objectionable images, at least fifty of which were 
outright child pornography. Most of those had been of Ena, but there had 
been ten of a girl she could not immediately identify...until she realized 
it was a much younger Fuuka.

She had also found some very...*interesting* pictures of Asagi herself, one 
of which she had printed out to share with the others.

She had settled into a system of cataloguing the pornographic images on 
paper, burning them to a rewritable disc, then erasing them from the hard 
drive--she had decided to keep an optical hard copy in case they decided to 
press charges.

It seemed, now, that she had found most of the image files on the computer; 
exploring the remaining folders mostly led to music files, games, actual 
schoolwork, system folders, and other normal stuff.

Within five minutes, she hit the very end of the folder list...and turned 
white as chalk.

The very last folder on the drive was titled "yotsublog".



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