[FFML] [fanfic][lemon][dark][Yotsuba&/Pretty Neighbor] Torako & Pain

[Mythril Moth]

YOTSUBLOG v1.0

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I'm Koiwai Yotsuba! I'm five! I don't go to school yet and I live with my 
daddy! He's funny! He stays home all day and he never wears pants! I don't 
have a mommy.

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There's a pretty girl next door! Her name's Fuuka! I like Fuuka. Daddy likes 
Fuuka too. She's funny. She got stuck in our bathroom window! It was 
awesome!

Daddy says she got stuck cuz she's got a fat ass. I don't know what a fat 
ass is, but if daddy says she's got one, she does. I wanna see it, but when 
I asked her to show it to me she got real mad.

Daddy says she's got really big titties too. I don't know what those are 
either but I'm not asking her to show me because I don't want her to get mad 
at me again.

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Fuuka came over to play with daddy today. I don't think she likes wearing 
clothes because whenever she comes over she always takes hers off and she 
isn't taking a bath or getting her jammies on so I don't know why. Sometimes 
daddy takes his clothes off too when Fuuka's here. I don't know what game 
they're playing but it doesn't look like fun so I just go next door to play 
with her sister.

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I saw daddy hitting Fuuka and yelling at her a lot today. I don't like it 
when daddy hits me and yells at me so I'm sad for Fuuka. :(

I wonder why she was tied up?

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Fuuka was in me and daddy's bed this morning when I woke up and she didn't 
have no jammies on and there was something nasty and smelly all over the bed 
and some of it got on me too and it was icky.

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Daddy went over next door to play with Fuuka's prettier big sister today. 
Fuuka got mad.

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Daddy played with Fuuka's little sister today. I don't like that. Is daddy 
gonna play with me like that too? Cuz I don't want him to... :(

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Fuuka got stuck in the window again today. Daddy started putting his thingie 
in the hole where her poop comes out. Icky!


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TORAKO & PAIN

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's stomach gave a horrible lurch. "Oh god, this is just SICK."

Each of the "posts" in the "blog" had been accompanied by crude, childish 
oekaki depicting the events described.

After burning the "Yotsublog" to the evidence disc, Miura unblocked and 
opened the door, and belted out, "KOTASHI-NIISAN! GET UP HERE!"

Koiwai came running up the hall a minute later. Fuuka and Jumbo were 
somewhere behind him, but Miura shook her head. "JUST Kotashi-niisan. Nobody 
else. Not yet."

As soon as Koiwai entered, Miura shut and locked the door again. "Just in 
case they ignore me," she said.

"Did you find what--"

"Yeah, I did. I catalogued all of it, and I burned it all to a CD in case we 
decide to go to the cops."

"Good thinking, I didn't even think of that."

"Yeah. Thing is, there's something here I was NOT expecting to find, and 
it's REALLY REALLY SICK AND WRONG." Miura went over to the computer and 
turned the monitor on.

Koiwai sat down and started reading. His jaw dropped, and all the color 
drained from his face. "What the HELL is--?!"

"I knew the bitch was sick, but this..." Miura shook her head.

"Did she actually POST this anywhere--?" Koiwai asked, alarmed.

"Yeah. I found it on two bloggers."

"SHIT! We gotta get it taken down--"

"Without her passwords, that's not gonna happen," Miura said, shaking her 
head.

"No, we can report it to the site admins..."

"She used Yotsuba's real name," Miura pointed out. "And Fuuka's. Do you 
REALLY even want to take the CHANCE they'll look into that shit?"

"But, we..."

"I know, I know," Miura sighed. "Look, maybe she's got her password list 
around here somewhere. The way I hear, she left in a pretty big hurry. 
There's a chance she didn't take shit like that with her."

Koiwai slumped. "Why. WHY."

"I don't know, man," Miura said, walking over and rubbing his shoulders. 
"But we'll fix this. I dunno how, but we'll fix it."

Koiwai sighed. "I hope so." He glanced back up at "Yotsublog", and the 
smiling, crudely-drawn caricature of his own smiling daughter and her 
distinctive clover-shaped green hair.

With an inarticulate howl of rage, he grabbed the monitor and threw it 
across the room. Then he picked up the computer itself, yanking all the 
cords loose, and started smashing it against all of Asagi's possessions he 
could reach. Miura, alarmed, quickly backed over to the door, unlocking it 
and stepping into the hall.

Fuuka and Jumbo were staring, wide-eyed, at the door. "What the hell's going 
on in there?" Jumbo asked.

"Asagi pushed one button too many," Miura said. "Niisan's..." She paused. 
"Oh, SHIT! HEY, NIISAN! DON'T TRASH THAT STUFF BEFORE I GET THE EVIDENCE CD 
OUT, DUMBASS!" She rushed back into the room. As she did so, half of Asagi's 
desk chair came flying out, smashing into the hallway wall.

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Miura sat at the kitchen table, an ice pack held against her forehead, while 
Ena dutifully bandaged a number of small scrapes on the girl's arms and 
face.

"I'm so sorry, Miura-chan," Koiwai said, bowing repeatedly. "I didn't--"

"I know, I know," Miura said, waving him off. "My own damn fault for runnin' 
back in there when you were tearin' shit up."

"You still haven't explained what set you off like that, Koiwai," Jumbo 
said.

"Jumbo, if I even THINK about it right now, I'm liable to pull this entire 
house apart piece by piece," Koiwai said, sitting very still and breathing 
slowly. "I have never, in my entire life, been as PISSED OFF as I am right 
now."

Miura stood up, grimacing, waved Ena off, and walked over to Koiwai. She 
stood behind him, leaned down, and wrapped her arms around him in a 
consoling embrace, pressing her head against the nape of his neck. "It'll be 
okay, Niisan. It'll be okay. I'm so, so sorry. But we'll fix this. And we'll 
fix HER. So please, try to calm down. Please."

Everyone STARED.

Koiwai sighed deeply. "Thanks, Miura-chan."

Miura walked back over to her own chair and reapplied the ice pack.

"Wh-what the hell was *that*?" Jumbo asked. "Did Miura...just do something 
*girly*?"

"You got a problem with that, fuck-face?" Miura asked, her usual tomboy 
smirk firmly back in place.

"N-no, I--HEY! I'm not a fuck-face!!"

Fuuka smothered a giggle.

Nobody noticed the way Ena was looking back and forth between Miura and 
Koiwai, or the slight frown.

"So, is anybody ever gonna tell us anything?" Fuuka asked.

Miura pulled a notebook out of the waistband of her shorts. "Yeah, I got the 
list of shit right here," she said. "But the thing that pissed Niisan off, 
I'll tell you all about later. It's kinda hard to explain." Coughing once 
and taking a sip of water, Miura read from her notes:

"Nude photographs of Fuuka, present age, 172. Photographs of Fuuka, present 
age, having sex with Kotashi-niisan, 39. Nude photographs of Fuuka, age 
about nine or ten, 11." She paused. "You were cute."

Fuuka turned green. Jumbo spluttered. Ena scowled. Koiwai hissed like a 
deflating tire.

"Um, sorry. Bad time to say that," Miura blushed. "Ahem. Nude photographs of 
Ena, 26. Nude photographs of Asagi, 17. Explicit sexual photographs of 
Asagi, 12."

"WHAT?!" everyone erupted.

"Yeah, she had pictures of herself too," Miura nodded, grinning. "I printed 
the best one out to show you all..." Taking it out of her pocket, she 
unfolded it and passed it around.

"...oh...oh my..." Fuuka said.

Ena turned incredibly red. "Th...they're in...everywhere..."

Koiwai was momentarily shocked out of his rage. "Holy CRAP she's a freaky 
bitch."

Jumbo fainted.

"F...FIVE...men..." Fuuka stammered. "What...I mean..."

Ena snatched it from Miura, took another look, made a strangled squeaking 
sound, and handed it back. Miura folded it up and put it back in her pocket. 
"Anyway, so that's 37 actual counts of child pornography, so we can actually 
press charges, and--oh! Forgot. 139 assorted pictures of Fuuka and Ena that 
include swimsuits, panchira, Fuuka lounging around without a bra on, Ena in 
a tank top from really perverted angles..."

"I think we get the idea," Fuuka said.

"All of it burned to a CD for evidence in case we decide to go after her," 
Miura concluded. "And I password protected it so only I have access to it." 
She paused. "Um...if either of you REALLY and I mean REALLY want to see just 
what kind of pictures she took of you, I'll allow it, but it's probably best 
if you don't know."

"No, I wanna see," Fuuka and Ena both said at once.

Miura sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you." She shook her head. "This is 
EXACTLY why Kotashi-niisan put me in charge of this in the first place."

Koiwai coughed. "Actually, Miura-chan, I didn't tell you the real reason I 
wanted you to do it."

Miura blinked and looked at him. "Yeah?"

"You were the only one whose brain wouldn't break."

Miura snickered. "True enough."

"That's MEAN, Niichan," Ena said.

"Probably true, though," Fuuka admitted.

Jumbo coughed. "So, what was it you found that set Koiwai off?" he asked.

Miura paled. "Yyyyeah, that's the thing that almost DID break my brain," she 
said. "I mean, neither of us expected something that completely, 
inexplicably fucked up." She scratched at her nose. "There any other 
computers in the house? Niisan totally trashed Asagi's."

"I have a laptop," Ena reminded her.

"Yeah, but your Internet card sucks ass, and it's easier to snag this off 
the web than off the CD."

Fuuka paled. "Wait, wait, she put something ONLINE?"

"Uhh..everyone EXCEPT Kotashi-niisan? Come with me, and...uh...Niisan? You 
just um...go get a beer or something. Or sake. You need to get real drunk."

Koiwai sighed, nodded, and left.

Miura took a deep breath. "I pray to whatever gods are listening that 
Yotsuba-chan does NOT come back over here while we're dealing with this last 
thing."

"It's...it's that bad?" Ena asked nervously.

"It's pretty goddamn bad." Miura looked around. "So, computer with decent 
Internet access?"

"Mine, but I already packed it up," Fuuka said with a grimace.

"Shit," Miura grumbled.

Jumbo coughed. "I'll be right back."

He walked outside and to his truck. Three minutes later he came back with a 
Sony VAIO laptop.

"I almost never use it, but I keep it under the seat just in case," he said.

"That's Jumbo-san!" Ena cheered. "Always prepared for everything!"

"He won't be prepared for this," Miura muttered as she set up the laptop and 
connected it to the Internet...

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"W W W W W W WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Ena.

"Oh my GOD, she IS evil!" Jumbo.

"What...the fuck...are those drawings..." Fuuka.

"Oh god oh god and she actually PUT THIS ON THE INTERNET?!" Ena.

"Can't we get it taken down or something?" Jumbo.

"And he NEVER TIED ME UP!" Fuuka.

Everyone stared at her.

"Or hit me."

"Or jizzed all over Yotsuba?" Miura.

"ESPECIALLY not that!!" Fuuka.

Jumbo sighed, rubbing his forehead. "This...this is just beyond sick and 
wrong. This is..."

The doorbell rang.

The group glanced at each other nervously. "Um..."

Ena walked over to the window and looked outside. "It's Torako."

"DAMN!" Fuuka hissed. "Did Asagi send her? What do we do?"

"We act casual," Miura said. "For all we know, she doesn't know Asagi isn't 
here. So let's just get rid of her."

Steeling herself, Fuuka walked to the door and opened it. "Torako-san," she 
greeted.

The older girl nodded, raising a hand in greeting. "Yo, Fuuka. Asagi 
around?"

"No, I'm afraid she is not," Fuuka replied.


"Hm. Where's she at?"

"We honestly do not know."

Torako tilted her head. "Did I do something wrong, Fuuka?"

"No...no, I'm sorry for being rude." Fuuka bowed. "But we cannot help you 
right now, Torako-san."

Torako raised an eyebrow. "You're trying to run me off."

Miura groaned. "I'll handle this, I don't give a shit about tact." She 
walked to the door, gently pushing Fuuka aside. "Look, we're dealing with 
some really fucked up shit right now, and we're all kinda pissed off and on 
edge, so if you don't mind--"

Torako took a deep drag from her cigarette, flicked some ash onto the 
sidewalk, and sighed, exhaling a long plume of smoke. "Who'd she rape?"

Everyone blinked.

"Well, I'd guess she stole something from Fuuka--AGAIN--but your reactions 
are a little severe for that, so she either blackmailed somebody or raped 
somebody. Which?"

"Um...all of the above, actually," Fuuka said numbly, mouth running on 
autopilot.

Torako closed her eyes and sighed. "Jesus."

"Wait," Miura said. "You KNOW what kind of evil bitch Asagi is?"

"Yeah," Torako said, looking down, not meeting her eyes.

"And you're her friend?" Fuuka asked.

Torako snorted. "Friend? My ass. I'm her slave. You got no idea the kind of 
sick shit she's made me do all these years..."

"You...you HELP her do these things?" Ena asked, horrified.

"I got no choice," the older girl said with a grimace. "I don't wanna talk 
about why."

"Fair enough," Fuuka agreed, some sympathy creeping into her voice.

"But you have no idea where she is right now?" Miura asked.

Torako shook her head. "I've been in New Zealand the past six weeks. First 
break I've had from Asagi in forever. It felt good."

Miura's face lit up suddenly. "Torako-san," she asked, "you wouldn't happen 
to know any passwords Asagi usually uses online, do you?"

Torako raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'd have to think about that...why, what's 
it for?"

Miura motioned Torako to come inside, and led her over to the laptop, 
opening it. Torako's cigarette dangled as she scanned the "Yotsublog". "Oh, 
this stupid shit?" She clicked the mouse pad a couple of times, then did a 
little typing. "Deleted."

"It's in two different places," Miura said.

"Yeah, yeah, gimme a minute." More typing, more typing...

"Shit. She changed the password on the backup."

Everyone drooped. "Damn," Miura hissed.

"Sorry," Torako replied. "I wish I could do more."

"Well, we appreciate you at least deleting one of them," Fuuka said, bowing.

"No problem," Torako said. She glanced back at the Yotsublog, and her eyes 
narrowed. "Hey, wait a minute," she said. "Half this shit's changed since 
the last time I uploaded it."

"Changed?" Ena asked.

"Yeah. It all used to be stupid harmless shit like the first two posts, 
not..." She paled. "OH MY GOD, what the HELL..."

Her pocket suddenly buzzed.

"Hold on, phone," she muttered distractedly. She pulled her mobile out and 
flipped it open, frowning at the unregistered number. "Moshi-moshi?"

Her eyes widened. "Ah, yeah, I was just coming to--"

"--yes, I'm there right now--"

"--yes, I deleted it, but--"

"--hey, look, this shit isn't funny, why did you do this to your sisters?--"

"--no, no, I haven't forgotten--"

"--look, it's not a big deal, right? There's a backup, I don't have the 
pass--"

"--Asagi, plea--"

"--Asagi-*SAMA*, please--"

Her face went white, and she began to sweat. 
"No...please...Asagi-sama...don't make me--"

"--yes, I--"

"--but--"

"--yes--"

"--a-alright, I'll do it." She stood and handed her phone to Fuuka. Quietly, 
she whispered, "Please, find her and kill her. She deserves to die."

Then, she walked into the middle of the room, turning her back to them, and 
began to strip.

"H-hey, what--" Jumbo began.

"She told you to--?" Ena asked.

"Oi, you don't have to, we'll tell her you did it so--" Miura began, then 
faltered.

Torako, now naked, bowed her head in shame.

Asagi's face was tattooed across her back, and across her butt another 
tattoo read "Property of Ayase Asagi-sama."

"Oh...my...god..." Fuuka whispered.

"She...she..." Ena stared, horrified.

Miura's jaw worked, but no sound came out.

Jumbo turned away, eyes closed.

//He-llooo-OOOOO!// a tinny voice issued from the phone Fuuka held. 
Scowling, Fuuka raised it to her ear. "I'm here, you evil, sadistic, twisted 
bitch."

"--yeah, we got your little message. Just what hold do you have on--"

"--threats won't work, Asagi. You can't do anything else to us--"

"--look, bitch, we've got you cold on child pornography at the VERY least, 
and we're going to the police, so--"

"--no, I'm NOT handing the phone back to Torako-san. If you can't give her 
orders, you can't hurt her anymore--"

"Yes, she can," Torako said, snatching the phone back. "Yes, Asagi-sama?"

"--yes. Understood." She glanced around the room, and picked up a stray 
sheet of paper. She motioned around to the others for a pen, and Miura 
handed her one.

She wrote something very quickly and quietly, then held it up for them to 
see.

[SHE ORDERED ME TO DESTROY THE EVIDENCE YOU TOOK OFF HER COMPUTER. I WON'T 
DO IT. PRETEND I DID.]

She then picked up a random music CD off the living room table, took it out 
of its case, and holding it up to the phone, snapped it in half.

"It's done, Asagi-sama." A pause. "Thank you, Asagi-sama. Yes, I will await 
your next orders." She disconnected, walked to the middle of the room, 
gathered up her clothes, and dressed.

"Torako-san," Ena asked, beginning to cry, "what did she do to you? Why does 
she own you like this?"

Torako looked down, tears gathering in her eyes. "My daughter," she said, 
swallowing thickly.

"Your DAUGHTER?!" Fuuka exclaimed.

"Sh-she's only five," Torako said, voice hitching. "Asagi...t-took her from 
me...when she w-was born."

"WHAT?!" Jumbo bellowed.

"S-said she o...owns me fo-forever, if I w-want my b-baby girl to...to 
live." She buried her face in her hands, sobbing openly.

"My GOD," Ena gasped, covering her face.

"How the hell has she managed to keep a child captive for years without any 
of us knowing?" Fuuka wondered.

"Sh-she doesn't k-keep her...she just kn-knows where sh-she is. She 
al...always has."

"And you know this because...?" Miura asked.

"E-every month, sh-she sends me a p...a p..." Torako collapsed, wailing.

"A picture of your daughter?" Ena asked, walking over and hugging the 
distraught woman.

Torako nodded.

Nobody spoke for a long time, simply allowing Torako to cry herself out.

After several uncomfortable minutes, she gave one last loud sniffle, and 
wiped at her face. "Sorry," she whispered hoarsely.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Torako-san," Fuuka declared.

Torako sniffed loudly. "Thanks." She stood and stretched, grimacing. "I...I 
try not to break down like that."

"Anyone who's been through what you have...has a right to a breakdown," 
Jumbo replied.

Torako smiled, wiping at her eyes. "You know the worst part?" she asked.

"What's that?" Fuuka asked.

"I actually know exactly where my baby girl is. Asagi ALWAYS tells me 
exactly where she is."


"What?" Ena spluttered. "Then why--"

"Two reasons," Torako said. "One, because I don't deserve to have her back, 
not after letting her be stolen from me. Two, because...because she's happy. 
She's happy and she's loved. And I refuse to rip her away from the home that 
makes her happy. If it...if it means I'm Asagi's bitch for the rest of my 
life, then...then so be it."

Fuuka's jaw tightened. "We WILL destroy her, Torako-san. And we will free 
you."

"Thank you, Fuuka-san. I...I hope you can. I really do." She paused, 
glancing around the room. "I wish you all the best of luck. And Koiwai-san 
as well. I can only imagine how angry he is at this moment." Bowing, she 
walked to the genkan and stepped into her shoes. "Well then, I'll take my 
leave."

A long silence passed.

"Poor Torako-san," Ena said, sniffling.

"How could...what kind of monster takes a child, and..." Jumbo growled, 
smashing a fist against the wall hard enough to leave a dent.

Miura was rubbing her chin, a thoughtful look on her face. "Hmm..."

"What is it, Miura-chan?" Ena asked.

The short-haired girl shrugged, hands in her pockets. "I just wondered if 
anyone else noticed her pubes were green."

"Miura-chan!" Ena snapped. "HONESTLY, is that ALL you can think a..." She 
trailed off.

"Five..." Fuuka said, eyes wide. "She said...five."

They all looked at each other.

Without a word, they sprinted back to the Koiwai house, not even bothering 
to lock the door.


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