[FFML] [fanfic][lemon][Yotsuba&!] Pretty Neighbor 2nd Visit, Chapter 16: Miura & Rage

[Mythril Moth]

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MIURA & RAGE

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!" Yotsuba cried happily, running across the yard and grabbing the 
tomboy. "They said you was missing..."

"I'm back now, Yotsuba-chan," Miura said, ruffling the little girl's hair.

"Oh, crap," Koiwai said suddenly, pulling his phone out and tossing it to 
the tomboy. "Call your dad, Miura!"

"Right," Miura said, catching the phone and dialling. "Papa? Yeah. I'm fine. 
I'm at Ena's place. No, I'm not hurt or nothin'. I was...I'll explain later. 
You're comin' to get me, right? I'll explain on the way home, I'm usin' up 
Kotashi-niisan's phone here...yeah. Bye. I love you too. Bye."

She handed Koiwai back his phone.

"Miura-chan...what happened?" Ena asked.

"It's like the bitch said," Miura spat, momentarily forgetting Yotsuba's 
presence. "They kidnapped me and threatened to kill me if Jumbo-san didn't 
marry Asagi."

"Jumbo...married Asagi? Like Daddy married Mommy?" Yotsuba asked, eyes wide.

"Ah, *sh--*"

"Shhh," Ena said, silencing Miura. "Yotsuba-chan, go inside, you don't need 
to--"

"No," Yotsuba refused, stamping a foot.

Koiwai sighed. "Yotsuba, be a good girl now..."

"NO!" Yotsuba repeated, stamping both feet. "I wanna know what happened to 
Jumbo! I love Jumbo like I love Mommy an' Daddy an' Ena an' Miura an'--"

"Okay okay, we get it," Koiwai said, sighing. He knelt down. "Remember how 
we told you Asagi tried to steal Daddy from Mommy?"

Yotsuba nodded.

"Well, she just stole Jumbo from all of us," he explained.

The little girl's eyes widened. "Asagi stole Jumbo?"

"Yeah," Miura said. "She stole the hell out of him."

"But why?" Yotsuba asked.

"Because your Daddy was about to make Asagi go away and she didn't want to, 
so she married Jumbo so she wouldn't have to," Miura explained.

"Oh," Yotsuba said. "But Jumbo hates Asagi like I hate Yanda, so why'd 
he...?"

"Because she was gonna kill me if he didn't do what she said," Miura 
replied.

Yotsuba's eyes got really really big. "Kill? Like in those gangster movies?"

"Yeah. But for real. If Jumbo didn't marry Asagi, there wouldn't be a Miura 
anymore," Miura explained.

"There wouldn't be no more Miura no more?" Yotsuba asked, tears in her eyes.

"No, there wouldn't. And Jumbo didn't want that. So he married that evil 
b--ig tall girl so she wouldn't kill me."

Yotsuba started to cry.

Fuuka knelt down and hugged her, as did Koiwai. Miura stood off to the side, 
looking uncomfortable. Ena sighed.

"A-asagi's s-s-scary," Yotsuba wailed.

"Yes. She's very scary."


The little green-haired girl looked up at everyone. "Is she gonna...is she 
gonna kill me?" she asked.

They all looked at one another.

"No, Yotsuba, Asagi is not going to kill you," a new voice entered.

Everyone looked up at the gate. Smoke drifting from a cigarette, Torako 
waved. "Yo."

"Torako-san," Fuuka said.

"Torako-san? Why are you here?" Miura asked.

"I'm here to get arrested for kidnapping you," Torako replied.

"WHAT?!" Miura cried. "NO! You can't! If you do that, she'll--"

"No she won't," Torako said, shrugging. "I've done time for stuff I did on 
her orders before. Shit happens, sometimes we get busted, she knows that."

"But...but why?" Miura asked.

"Cause I'm sick of doing her bullshit," Torako said, tossing her cigarette 
down and grinding it out. "If I'm in jail, I'm off her payroll for a while."

"Torako-san, no," Fuuka said, shaking her head. "You're the only ally we 
have who's inside her circle..."

Yotsuba looked up. "Tigey stole Miura?" she asked.

Torako looked away and sighed. "Yeah."

Yotsuba frowned, tears in her eyes. "Tigey's bad!"

"Yeah, Tigey's bad," Torako agreed. "That's why Tigey wants to go to jail, 
to be punished."

"Are you STUPID?!" Miura cried. "You said it yourself, her other slaves are 
a LOT worse than you! We can't have you out of reach!"

Torako looked at Yotsuba for a long time. "If I'm in jail, then--"

"Don't say it," Koiwai said. "Please."

"Right," Torako agreed, shutting up.

A car pulled up. "MIURA-CHAN!" Mr. Hayasaka cried, rushing through the gate 
and grabbing up his daughter. "Miura-chan, what happened?!"

Miura looked at Torako. "I went with this neesan to see Jumbo-san an' 
Asagi-neesan get married," she said. "I tried t'call but the phone was busy, 
an' we kinda had to go in a hurry." She bowed her head. "I'm sorry, Papa. 
I'm grounded, right?"

Mr. Hayasaka looked up at Torako. "Is that the truth?" he asked. "Did 
Miura-chan go off with you?"

Torako looked down at Miura, who was giving her a steely glare.

"No," she said. "I abducted your daughter."

"WHAT--"

"My actions are inexcusable. If you summon the authorities, I will go 
peacefully."

"She's mistaken," Miura said. "She didn't kidnap anyone. I went willingly."

"Miura-san..."

"I stood still while you duct-taped me. I got into the bag myself. I didn't 
try to escape. So I wasn't kidnapped, was I?"

Mr. Hayasaka stared at his daughter, then at Torako, face white. 
"What...what the hell is going on here?" he asked.

Torako sighed. "Miura-san, please do not do this. I must accept punishment 
for--"

"That's not happening," Miura said flatly. "You're as much a victim as the 
rest of us, and I'm not letting you go to jail just because that bitch owns 
you."

"Miura-san..."

"Besides, if you go to jail, how the hell am I gonna get you back for 
beating me at Battleship?" Miura smirked.

Mr. Hayasaka shook his head. "Will somebody PLEASE explain what's going on 
here?!" he demanded.

Miura sighed. "Papa...you'd better come inside. It's a LONG story."

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"Before anyone says anything..." Torako began. She pulled an iPod out of her 
pocket, and knelt down in front of Yotsuba. "Here, Yotsuba-chan, I want you 
to listen to some pretty music."

Yotsuba tilted her head. "Is it okay Daddy?"

"It's okay Yotsuba."

Torako put the earbuds in Yotsuba's ears, and turned on the player. Yotsuba 
smiled and giggled and swayed in place. After a few minutes, her eyelids 
grew heavy, and she started to sag. After only five minutes, she had fallen 
sound asleep standing up. Torako gently caught her and carried her into the 
girls' bedroom, tucking her snugly into her own bed.

"What was *that*?" Fuuka asked curiously.

"Lullabies," Torako replied simply. "She can't resist them, right 
Koiwai-san?"

"Never could," he said, shaking his head.

Torako sat at the table with everyone else. Mr. Hayasaka looked around at 
the others. "Alright, now..."

"Oh! Before we begin," Ena interrupted. Suddenly, she dived under the table. 
Everyone blinked, confused. Then Miura yelped. "Ena-chaaAAAaaan? I don't...really 
think this is the tiIIIIME!"

Ena's head resurfaced briefly. "I've been worried sick about you for two 
days and I just got you back. I'm going down on you and I don't care if the 
whole damn WORLD watches. You all can just tell Hayasaka-san everything 
without me, I'm good down here." Her head disappeared again, and various 
squelching and slurping sounds drifted up from under the table.

Everyone sweatdropped.

"Um..." Koiwai coughed. "Then if nobody else has any interruptions?"

"We're not really going to sit here and just...just IGNORE that?" Hayasaka 
demanded, pointing in the direction of his daughter's (thankfully under the 
table) crotch.

"Yes, yes we are," Fuuka said primly. "Trust me, you do NOT want to disturb 
Ena-chan when she's...ahem...eating." She turned red.

"I got...no problemwiddit," Miura said, voice a little slurred.

Koiwai coughed. "Okay then." Without giving anyone else time to interrupt, 
he laid it all down for Miura's father: his relationship with Fuuka, Asagi's 
attempts to wreck it, Ena's relationship with Miura, the complete collapse 
of the Ayase family, the horrible things they'd found on Asagi's computer, 
Torako's enslavement, and Asagi's persistent attempts to harass and threaten 
everyone, ending it all with his finally receiving a legal weapon to use 
against Asagi, and her deftly evading it by forcing the helpless Jumbo to 
marry her.

Hayasaka wiped sweat from his brow. His skin was clammy and pale. "My 
God..."

"Um, Papa?" Miura asked, struggling to speak normally. "Just for the record, 
these people weren't all totally fucked up like this before I started seein' 
Ena-chan. An' none of it's really any of their fault, it's all that bitch 
Asagi. So, um..."

"Miura-chan, just being AROUND this family is dangerous! You were kidnapped 
and could have been KILLED!"

Ena poked her head up from under the table. "Miura-chan's part of this 
family now, Hayasaka-san!" she said. "Don't take her away! Don't!" She 
disappeared again.

"...she did that on purpose, didn't she?" Mr. Hayasaka asked, turning green.

"What?" Miura asked.

"She had your...all over her...you know? Nevermind. I don't..." He coughed.

"Anyway, Papa, I know you're worried, but I'm part of this bunch now, an' I'm 
not runnin' out." Miura sighed. "Besides, Jumbo-san gettin' dragged off was 
my fault. It's just one more thing I...I..."

Miura suddenly collapsed against the table, shoulders shaking. Burying her 
face in her hands, she started to sob.


Ena came out from under the table, discretely cleaning her face and hands 
with a handkerchief, and embraced Miura. "Miura-chan?"

"Miura-san?" Torako asked.

"E-everyone I c-care about..." Miura sniffled. "Sh-she's h...hurt everyone 
I..." She turned away and curled into a ball, wracked with sobs and wailing 
incoherently.

"Miura-san..." Torako said gently, eyes damp.

Mr. Hayasaka felt completely helpless. "Miura..." He looked around at the 
others. "I've...I've never seen her like this. Ever."

"None of us have," Ena said, shaking her head. 
"This...Miura-chan...please..."

After a long, uncomfortable moment, Miura accepted a box of tissues from 
Fuuka, and began cleaning herself up, sniffling and blowing her nose. She 
looked around at everyone, face a mask of pain and grief. "Asagi...she hurt 
Ena-chan most of all. An' she hurt Neesan an' Niisan...an' she hurt 
Yotsuba-chan..." She sniffled. "An' she hurt Torako-neesan, an' she hurt 
Papa by makin' him worry about me...an' now she's hurt Jumbo-san. I didn't 
think ANYBODY could hurt Jumbo-san. I...he's my best friend after...after 
Ena-chan. An'...now..."

Ena hugged Miura again. "It's okay, Miura-chan."

Miura wiped her nose and stood up. "No. No, it's not okay," she said, her 
voice suddenly quiet and husky. She turned to Torako, eyes blazing. "Find 
her," she said. "Find her, so I can kill her."

"Miura-chan!" Mr. Hayasaka gasped.

Miura turned to her father, face ferocious. "No, Papa. You've got no say in 
this. After it's over, you can punish me, ground me, throw me in a convent, 
whatever. But AFTER Asagi is dead. After I've put a knife right through her 
black, twisted heart." She looked around at everyone else, eyes intense. "I 
know everyone here hates her. But she's MINE, you got it? I kill her. Nobody 
else. ME."

"Miura-chan..." Fuuka gasped.

"*I GET TO KILL HER*!" Miura roared.

Everyone stared at her, stunned and horrified. Nobody could speak for a long 
moment.

"O...okay, Miura. You...you get to kill Asagi," Koiwai said shakily. 
"Just...just calm down, okay? She's not here right now. Get...get all pissed 
off like that when you find her, but for now..."

Miura sat down, body trembling with anger. "Find her," she repeated to 
Torako.

"I...do not know where she is at present," Torako said, bowing her head. "I 
know she intends to have a..." She grimaced. "A 'honeymoon' with Jumbo-san. 
She did not share the details."

Fuuka grimaced. "Surely she can't think after all this, Jumbo-san would...'consummate'...?"

"She's not sane, Neesan," Miura said.

"And she'll force him to do...*that*," Koiwai put in. "Just like she forced 
me." He shook his head. "Damned if I know how, but she'll find a way."

Mr. Hayasaka coughed. "I'm sorry to sound insensitive at such a time, 
but...as much as I've heard about this 'Jumbo-san', and as much as he 
clearly means to my daughter...I *still* have no idea who he actually IS."

Miura stood up and walked over to the bookshelf in the corner, pulling down 
a well-worn scrapbook. Thumbing through it, she brought it back over to her 
dad, showing him a picture of herself, Ena, Yotsuba, and Koiwai on a fishing 
trip, with...

"He's HUGE!" Mr. Hayasaka exclaimed, eyes wide. "Is...is that for real?"

"That's Jumbo-san, Papa," Miura said, caressing the photograph fondly. "All 
210 centimeters of him." She sighed, clenching a fist.

"What...on earth does someone that ridiculously large DO?" Mr. Hayasaka 
wondered, unable to help himself.

"He's a florist," Koiwai said absently.

"A...? You're joking, right?"

"Nope."

"We're...really unlikely friends," Miura said, a trace of her old smirk 
reappearing as she stared wistfully at the photo. "We love to insult each 
other, he loves to try to outdo me...but he really cares about me, and...I 
guess I never realized until just recently how much I care about that big 
crazy dork." She sighed. "I'd almost even think I had a crush on him if I 
wasn't in love with Ena-chan."

"Miura-chan," Ena said, eyes wide.

"ALMOST, Ena-chan," Miura replied, sticking out her tongue. "Lesbian, 
remember?"

"I'm sure he'll be sorry to know what he missed out on," Koiwai replied, 
smirking.

"You know he will," Miura said, more of her usual cocky attitude coming 
back. She put her hands behind her head and smiled a lazy, lecherous smile. 
"I'm a hell of a lot better pussy than he's gonna get off that psycho 
bitch."

Mr. Hayasaka turned green. "Miura-chan...I really wish you wouldn't...say 
such things in front of your father..."

"Oh, sorry Papa. I actually kinda forgot you were there." Miura sighed. 
"Anyway, yeah, gonna find the bitch and kill her. I just hope she doesn't 
fuck Jumbo-chan up too bad before I do."

"Jumbo-'chan'?" Ena asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I think he'll get a kick out of that, don't you?" Miura asked, 
grinning.

"Mou," Ena huffed, rolling her eyes.

Miura sighed. "I'm sorry I freaked everyone out like that," she said. "I'm 
just..."

"We know, Miura-chan. We understand," Fuuka said.

Mr. Hayasaka sighed. "I don't approve of...well, what you intend to do, 
but..." He shook his head. "I've come to realize there is no force on this 
Earth that can stop you when you're determined, not even your father." He 
looked pleadingly at Miura. "Just...don't get yourself killed, alright?"

"I won't, Papa." She tilted her head, smiling a girlish smile. "You're not 
even gonna TRY to ground me?"

"What, and end up glued to the kotatsu? No thank you." Mr. Hayasaka shook 
his head. "Of course, once you've killed this Asagi person, you are very, 
VERY grounded. For life."

Miura bowed. "I understand." She stretched. "In that case, I better get down 
to business with Ena-chan." She leered at her girlfriend. "I'm gonna eat 
your pussy like I'm a lion and you're a gazelle."

"EEP!" Ena yelped. "I'm not fast food!" laughing, she ran off for the furo, 
Miura in hot pursuit.

The others stared after them.

"Hayasaka-san?" Koiwai asked. "You're REALLY not going to try to stop Miura 
from going off on a roaring rampage of revenge? Even though she's only ten?"

Mr. Hayasaka sighed. "I've seen something in that little girl lately. 
Something hard, something fierce. Like a samurai." He shook his head. "I'm 
too much of a coward to stand in her way. Just...please keep her safe for 
me, all of you."

"We will, Hayasaka-san," Torako said. "If anything happens to Miura-san, I 
will open my own gut at your feet and let you take my head."

"When the hell did we wander into a period drama?" Koiwai muttered.

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Candlelight flickered dimly off the silk bedsheets. The air was filled with 
the scent of champagne, vanilla, and wild roses.

Jumbo opened his eyes weakly; his vision was blurred.

Asagi moved into his path, clad in a black silk nightgown and drinking from 
a flute of champagne. "Oh my, oh my...are we awake now, Takashi-kun?"

Jumbo grunted and tried to sit up, but found he could not move his hands. Or 
his feet. He glanced around, and could just barely discern red silk cords 
binding him to the bed at the wrist and elbow. He guessed his ankles and 
knees were similarly tied.

"I hope you don't mind...I shot you up with a little muscle relaxant just 
before we got here. It took some doing to tie such a massive monster as you 
to the bed, and I was a little worried the cords might not hold, but..." 
Asagi drained her champagne, then set the glass aside. "It looks like 
everything's going exactly according to plan."

She frowned. "Well, ALMOST everything. You don't find me...arousing, 
Takashi-kun?"

"Absolutely not," Jumbo hissed through clenched teeth.

Asagi sighed. "Then we'll have to change that." She stepped behind a screen, 
and emerged a few moments later, clad in tight red dominatrix leather. She 
held a coiled black whip lovingly in one hand. "Time to begin your...'training', 
a~na~ta..."




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