[FFML] [fanfic][lime][Yotsuba&!][Azumanga] Pretty Neighbor 2nd Visit, Chapter 27: Miura & Mom

[Mythril Moth]

Before we begin, a few announcements:

- My site has been updated with my recent new fics (Fuuka & Dating, Jumbo & 
Patience, Koiwai & The Bunny).

- I'm presently planning a major addition to my site which will affect the 
availability and diversity of the content. In case nobody noticed, I've been 
actively refraining from peppering my recent works with Japanese dialogue, 
as is my usual habit. I'm working out the logistics of presenting two 
versions of every story on my website: a "vanilla" version with as little 
Japanese as possible, and a "miso" version which will have substantial 
amounts of Japanese dialogue (depending on the story, anywhere from 20% to 
50% of the dialogue will be in Japanese). That way, I can write my shit the 
way I want, AND write it the way people bitch at me to write it, and 
everybody's happy. It's going to take quite some time to implement this, 
though, especially as I still have other things going on that require more 
immediate attention.

OK, I'm done rambling. Here's chapter 27 of PN2V. Enjoy, C&C if you want, 
etc.

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PRETTY NEIGHBOR 2ND VISIT
Chapter 27: Miura & Mom

by Mythril Moth
disclaimers and previous chapters can be found here:
http://www.mythrilmoth.net/pn2v/pn2v.html
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The household had spilled into the front yard, where Miura was struggling 
against her mother's death grip.

"WE...ARE...GOING...*HOME*!" Mrs. Hayasaka shouted.

"I'M...NOT...*GOING*!" Miura replied.

And then suddenly, a needle sprouted from the angry mother's neck, and she 
stiffened, then crumpled to the ground. The police officers at the gate 
jerked around, scanning the area warily...

"MIURA-CHAN!" Ena cried. "You didn't just...your own mother...!"

Miura stood still, gasping, then looked down at her mother. "Mom, I'm really 
sorry about this, but I'm. Not. Going. Anywhere."

"What...did you just...?" Mrs. Hayasaka gasped out.

"Pressure point, and a minor neural paralytic. You'll be able to stand again 
in about thirty minutes. Just long enough for me to make my point."

"Young lady...you are in SO MUCH TROUBLE..."

"No shit, Mom," Miura said with a sigh. "And I'm really sorry about this. 
You know I'd never hurt you. But this...this is my home now. And I got 
things I gotta take care of." She glanced behind her. "Oi. Niichan. Haul my 
mom into the house, okay?"

Koiwai blinked at her. "Uh...okay."

The officers at the gate just stared at them. "Did you just...was that 
*you*?" one of them asked Miura.

"Of course it was," Miura replied. "I'm a ninja in training." With that, she 
turned and walked back into the house.

Ena bowed sheepishly to the two officers. "Um...sorry for the trouble." She 
followed Miura inside.

The two cops exchanged befuddled glances.

"Do we report this?"

"Are you kidding?"

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Mrs. Hayasaka had been propped up on the living room sofa, and Fuuka was 
gently assisting her in drinking some tea.

"What...have you people...DONE...to my little girl?" she ground out.

"They didn't do anything to me, Mom," Miura said. "If you want to blame 
anyone for all this, blame that bitch Asagi."

"Hayasaka-san," Ena said gently, "Please...hear us out..."

"YOU...shut up," Mrs. Hayasaka hissed. "I heard...all about...little slut 
you are..."

Miura walked over and slapped her mother, hard. "That's one," she warned.

"Mrs. Hayasaka, my sister is NOT a slut," Fuuka said. "She and Miura-chan 
are lovers, yes. Perhaps they should not be at such an age. Perhaps they go 
too far with their...enjoyment of one another. But Ena-chan is not..." She 
broke off suddenly. "Urp...excuse me."

The room was abruptly minus one pregnant woman.

Ena groaned. "Beautifully timed morning sickness, Oneechan..."

"She's...pregnant?" Mrs. Hayasaka gasped out. "She's...a child!"

"She's seventeen," Koiwai said. "And don't involve her in this. She's been 
through enough."

Miura sat directly on her mother's lap and faced her. "I don't know what Dad 
told you, but I'm going to tell you how things are. And you're going to 
listen. And then you're going to go home."

By the time the paralysis wore off, Mrs. Hayasaka still couldn't stand up or 
walk. She simply had no strength.

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"Sakaki-san? Is something wrong? You look so tired..."

Sakaki and Chiyo were walking to school together. Sakaki looked down at the 
younger girl, and shook her head. "I...couldn't get to sleep," she said.

Chiyo wilted. "Oh...my room wasn't comfortable? Was it the air conditioning? 
The bed?"

"No, no, it wasn't anything like that," Sakaki said. "I was just...thinking 
about some things," she offered.

"Oh," Chiyo said. "Well, I'm sorry you couldn't sleep."

"Don't worry about me, Chiyo-chan," Sakaki said, smiling reassuringly at the 
small girl. "One sleepless night isn't going to kill me."

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"Where WAS she all this time, anyway?" Fuuka asked. "I mean, Ena-chan never 
mentioned your mother being gone..."

"She stayed in Fujiyama for a while," Miura replied. "One of my aunts just 
had a baby--that's why we went up there in the first place. Mom was already 
up there when all this started. She went about a week before I confessed to 
Ena-chan. Me an' Papa went up to visit, but then we came home, and Mom stuck 
around to help out."

"I see," Fuuka nodded. "Miura-chan, you really shouldn't have done what you 
did."

"I did what I had to do," Miura said. "Mom doesn't understand what we've 
been through...what I have to do. I have unfinished business with Asagi. I 
can't just drop it and go home."

"I know, but even so..."

"She'll be fine," Miura said. "Pissed as hell, but I didn't do anything 
that'll hurt her in the long run."


Fuuka sighed. "I'm not so sure about that..."

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"Koiwai-san," Mrs. Hayasaka began as she sipped a cup of coffee. She was 
feeling less numb, but still felt weak--not in the body so much as in the 
soul. "The things that are going on here...why do you not simply allow the 
police to handle it? It's their job. How can you possibly condone my 
daughter training to...to murder someone?"

"I don't condone it," Koiwai said with a sigh. "I accept it." He turned his 
own coffee cup around in his hands, looking down into the murky, bitter 
liquid. "You didn't see her the day she exploded. The day she snapped and 
declared war on Asagi." He shuddered. "Your daughter has been pushed past 
the breaking point. I'm afraid she won't listen to anyone who tries to talk 
her down from her mission." He looked Mrs. Hayasaka in the eyes. "Miura 
loves Ena. Asagi sexually assaulted and humiliated Ena. That alone was bad 
enough. Then Asagi kidnapped Miura and used her to force Jumbo to marry her. 
Jumbo is, bizarrely, Miura's best friend other than Ena. Being used to hurt 
him like that...it was the last straw." He sighed again. "I can completely 
understand Miura's rage and her lust for revenge. I want to rip Asagi apart 
cell by cell for what she's done to me, Fuuka, Jumbo, and especially 
Yotsuba. But I have too much to lose if I go off half-cocked on some 
bloodthirsty rampage. And if I got myself killed..." he sighed. "Fuuka and 
Yotsuba need me, and I have a new baby on the way on top of everything. I 
can't put myself at risk at their expense."

"So you put my daughter at risk instead."

"Nobody is forcing Miura to do what she's doing. We've all tried to talk her 
out of it. She's obstinate. She's determined. She won't be reasoned with. 
She absolutely will not stop until Asagi is dead. So...the best we can do is 
just aim her at the target, pull the trigger, and hope for a kill shot."

"But the police--"

"You didn't see the house next door explode right in front of the cops," 
Koiwai said darkly. "I did. I was right fucking there when it happened. The 
police are COMPLETELY worthless. Right now, I don't trust the police to hold 
their own dicks still to piss, let alone actually arrest Asagi. Our best 
bet, and I hate having to admit this, is for Miura to sneak in and kill the 
bitch."

Mrs. Hayasaka didn't respond to that, merely staring into her own coffee.

"Hayasaka-san, you had to be here, had to see all this shit go down, to 
understand how we all feel. You didn't see the pair of Ena's panties Asagi 
was going to auction off online. You didn't see the massive amounts of child 
pornography on her computer, or the sick and disgusting fake blog she 
posted. You didn't see her burn Torako-san's entire back off with a 
flamethrower. That's what our life has been like the last few weeks."

Mrs. Hayasaka stared at him, face pale. "Even though I heard all this 
already from Miura-chan...hearing it again, hearing it that way..."

"We're tired, Hayasaka-san," Koiwai said. "We're tired and we're pissed off. 
All of us. Even Yotsuba is frazzled by all this. She's done a lot of growing 
up since this all started, growing up she shouldn't have had to do for a few 
more years yet. We're absolutely sick of Asagi fucking us over, and the only 
way it's going to end is if she dies. And I hate to say it, but right now, 
the one who has the best chance at making that happen is Miura."

Mrs. Hayasaka rubbed at the spot on her neck where Miura's needle had 
dropped her. "I can't argue that point, not after what she did to me..."

"Hayasaka-san...I know you're upset at everyone here. I know you're angry at 
Miura for a lot of things right now. But...don't antagonize her. Because 
when this is all over, you'll be a family again, and if she resents you for 
interfering with what she sees as her mission..."

Mrs. Hayasaka started to cry silently, tears dripping into her cooling 
coffee.

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Two plainclothes detectives, one pudgy with messy short hair and the other 
tall, sharp-featured, and with short, curly hair, entered the interrogation 
room. The pudgy one was carrying a laptop computer. Two guards were 
stationed in the room, and Yanda's handcuffs had been removed.

"We've got the website set up," the shorter detective said. "This has the 
fastest wi-fi connection available, and everything's ready. Your ramen and 
cola are en route and will be here in about ten minutes." He set the laptop 
down in front of Yanda and plugged it in. After booting it up, he opened the 
web browser and launched a bookmark to a site loaded with lurid, raunchy, 
utterly obscene images of a pretty brown-haired girl engaged in various 
disturbing and improbable sex acts.

"Whoa, holy shit," Yanda breathed.

"Remember what you're supposed to be doing," the taller detective said. 
"You're here to spam this link, not to jack off to porn."

"I can do both," Yanda said.

"Don't do both," both detectives advised in stereo.

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School had just let out for the day, and Sakaki waited patiently outside the 
teachers' room to speak to Nyamo in private.

"Sensei," she greeted quietly as the gym teacher appeared.

"Sakaki-san," Nyamo nodded to her. Glancing around, she said softly, "What's 
up?"

"I need assistance," Sakaki said. "I need to set up a series of valid 
excuses to leave home in the evening so I can guard Chiyo-chan and monitor 
the target."

Nyamo frowned. "That's gonna be tricky," she said. "How can I help?"

"If I remember correctly, the combination of you, Yukari-sensei, and alcohol 
creates...chaos," Sakaki said, blushing faintly.

Nyamo twitched. "Y-yeah...me and Yukari going out drinking almost never ends 
well."

"Invite Yukari-sensei out for yakiniku and drinks," Sakaki said. "And invite 
me to go along because you need someone responsible to call a taxi in the 
event you both drink too much." She paused. "Get Yukari-sensei drunk as fast 
as you can, so she won't notice if I leave. As soon as she's drunk, I'll 
head over to Chiyo-chan's house."

"And that way if your parents happen to ask Yukari if you were there, she'll 
remember you being there, so it won't be an obvious lie," Nyamo reasoned, 
nodding. "It's contrived, but brilliant...it could work. But it's only going 
to work once, you realize."

"Yes, I know," Sakaki said, nodding. "I'm working on a number of potential 
excuses to cover lengthy absences after dark, but...truthfully, I'm hoping 
your sister's friends will finish this quickly."

"You and me both," Nyamo muttered. "Okay, I'll invite Yukari out to drinks 
and text you with where we'll be."

Sakaki bowed. "Until later, then."

As the tall girl left, Nyamo sighed. "Some example I'm setting for my 
students..."

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"Asagi-sama," Takako said without preamble as she bustled into the mansion's 
elegant den. "There's something you need to see."

"Hm? Whatever is the trouble, dear Takako?"

Takako presented a digital video camera and flipped open the LCD view panel. 
After a moment's searching, the viewer displayed a video of an argument 
between an angry woman and a struggling Miura, which ended when the woman 
suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Asagi raised an eyebrow. "Alright, so what am I seeing here?"

"Forgive me, my good camera decided to have a firmware crash," Takako said 
with a grimace. "However, I was watching the encounter through my rifle 
scope, and I had my parabola mic on."

"As expected," Asagi nodded.

"The woman on the ground is the bokukko's mother," Takako explained.

"Ah, yes, now I see the resemblance."

"She attempted to remove the bokukko from the Koiwai residence by force. The 
bokukko...resisted."

"I can see her struggling on the video," Asagi pointed out.

"What you don't see is the paralytic needle the bokukko hit her with."

Asagi raised an eyebrow. "Oh my, oh my...she dropped her own mother?"

"And all Hayasaka-san was trying to do was force her daughter to go home 
with her," Takako said. She frowned. "Asagi-sama...this is no longer 
amusing. The bokukko is dangerous."

Asagi chuckled airily. "You worry too much, Takako-chan..." Patting the 
red-haired woman on the shoulder, she breezed out of the room to antagonize 
her husband.

Watching her leave, Takako narrowed her eyes. "No, Asagi-sama...you don't 
worry *enough*."

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Sakaki's mother raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding. Your homeroom teacher 
and your P.E. teacher...are going out drinking and invited you along?"

"Yes," Sakaki said. "Yukari-sensei is...not a pretty sight when drunk, and 
considering what recently happened to Kurosawa-sensei's sister, she isn't 
exactly concerned about restraint." She sighed. "I honestly don't blame 
her."

The older woman grimaced. "From what you told me...yeah..."


"So they need someone responsible to make sure they get home safely," Sakaki 
said. "And they agree I'm the most responsible student they have, and since 
I'm underage, I can't..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Okay, have a good time. Be sure to tell me all about 
it if your teachers do anything really embarrassing."

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Miura found her mother still sitting at the living room table later that 
evening. "Mom? You're gonna come eat dinner with us, right?" she asked.

Mrs. Hayasaka sighed. "I'm not very hungry, Miura-chan."

"I know, but you need to eat," Miura said. She walked over and knelt behind 
her mother, hugging her tightly. In a hitching voice, she said, "I...Mom, I 
really am sorry about all this. I never wanted any of this. I..."

"I know," Mrs. Hayasaka said heavily. "I just...I don't know what to make of 
all this. I still want to haul you back home and forbid you to ever 
associate with any of these people ever again..."

"That isn't happening," Miura said, steel in her voice. "I'm sorry, but it 
just isn't."

Mrs. Hayasaka sighed. "And here I thought your father was a completely 
spineless and worthless man for letting this get so far out of hand...I'm 
honestly beginning to see why he's afraid of you."

"Papa IS a spineless pussy, Mom," Miura said. "Honestly, what did you ever 
even see in him?"

"Miura-chan!" Mrs. Hayasaka cried in alarm. "That's a terrible thing to say 
about your father. And you wouldn't even be alive without him, you know!"

"I dunno, I'm sure you could've cooked up an even better me with a more 
high-octane grade of sperm..."

Caught completely off-guard by that comment, Mrs. Hayasaka started laughing. 
"You...Miura-chan..." She gasped, trying to force herself to calm down. 
"Honestly, Miura-chan, when did you become so...incorrigible?"

"Pretty much the second puberty hit," Miura replied. "Which, incidentally, 
was the last time we shared the furo before you went up to babysit 
Kikuko-bachan." She leaned in closer, and purred softly into her mother's 
ear, "You have no idea how incredibly beautiful and sexy you are..."

Mrs. Hayasaka felt a small, strong hand cup her breast, and turned red to 
the tips of her ears. "MIURA-CHAN!" she shrieked.

"Just kidding," Miura said in a teasing sing-song, letting go of her 
mother's breast and tickling her in the stomach.


The older woman collapsed in helpless giggles.

"Feeling better?" Miura asked after she let up.

"A...a little," Mrs. Hayasaka said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. 
"But...really, did you have to do...what you just did?" She blushed again.

"What can I say? I've got a thing for nice tits."

Mrs. Hayasaka turned to stare, wide-eyed, at her daughter. "But...even your 
own *mother*...?" she gasped.

Miura shrugged. "Yeah, you're my mom. Doesn't change the fact you've got 
nice, squeezable tits."

Mrs. Hayasaka just shook her head and sighed. "Great, my daughter's not only 
a lesbian and a pervert, she's an incestuous lesbian pervert..."

Miura laughed. "Come on, dinner should be ready by now..."

As they left the living room, Mrs. Hayasaka asked, "You don't do that to 
Fuuka-san, do you?"

"Nah, she'd kill me. Pregnant woman trumps ninja."

"And mother of ninja doesn't?"

"Nah, mother of ninja qualifies as 'extremely tempting target'."

"Miura-chan..."

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A cab pulled up in front of the sealed-off wreckage of the Ayase residence, 
disgorging a coupled with lined faces and greying hair. They stared in mute 
horror at the twisted remains of the house, the woman clutching tightly onto 
the arm of her husband for support.

"My god...she really did this. She...she really did this..."

A uniformed officer approached them. "Pardon me, but this is a restricted 
area by order of--"

"This was our house," Mr. Ayase said simply, tonelessly.

The officer paled. "Ah...my apologies. Ayase-san, correct?"

"Yes."

"I was told to usher you into the Koiwai residence if you returned here..."

"Please do."

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Perched in a tree across the street from the target residence, Sakaki waited 
intently, body tensed and ready for action. If anyone suspicious came out, 
she would act immediately. If anyone approached the house that could 
potentially endanger themselves, she would intervene. If...

"Well, what do we have here," a soft, dangerous female voice purred into her 
ear. She felt the press of cold steel against her back, and a strong, 
sharp-nailed hand squeezing her breast. "Ordinarily, I'd have killed you the 
second I saw you, but with a body like this, I'm sure I can find better uses 
for you..."


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