FIC: Oshitari Yuushi
Mmm, this should not have been so much fun to write, but it was~ Oh Yuushi~
Warning: Murder
She was older than him by nine months; the daughter of the CEO of a leading medical supplies manufacturing company. Who else could have been a better match for the aspiring doctor and surgeon Oshitari Yuushi? He intended to climb his way up to hospital director and so far it was an easy glide.
And so, under the spring cherry blossoms, they were married. It was a perfect ceremony. She was all smiles and polite words, he was the suave gentleman. His girlfriend stayed to watch for the first ten minutes before leaving with tears streaming down her face. Yuushi never saw her again.
At times, Yuushi wondered if that was the end of his heart. That in watching the woman he had loved leaving the wedding ceremony, he'd sent his heart with her, never to have it returned. His wife, Yumiko, was nice enough. In fact, she was too nice. She would always show Yuushi smiles and ritually greet him as he came home every day. She cleaned up while he was away and made dinner. Yuushi always returned to a spotless house.
His life was perfect. His life was terrible. He grew to hate his wife's smiles. Hated that even when they were making love it was nothing but those fake smiles plastered over her lips. She showed him no real emotion. She didn't love him.
One day, his soft caresses while they ritually lay in bed turned firmer. His hands tightened around her throat. She frowned. Yuushi was elated.
He didn't stop there. Her eyes widened in panic and she struggled, fighting for breath that wouldn't come. Yuushi held her down, bruising her perfect skin until her brain shut her mind off. When she came to, Yuushi had tied her to the bed and was holding a kitchen knife. She screamed, her voice hoarse from being choked, and Yuushi shivered in delight. She was showing him more, so much more than he'd ever seen of her. This was what husband and wife should be like; they should show emotion, they should be honest with each other. When she screamed louder as Yuushi cut into those creamy thighs, and when she sobbed against his hand as he made her be quiet, she was showing him everything.
He continued to cut her. Across her legs, down her sides, over her shoulders, above her breasts. Every drop of blood that spilled continued to mar her loathsome perfection. Yuushi felt like he hadn't smiled so happily since before their marriage.
Eventually her sobs died down, her chest stopped heaving, she stopped struggling. Her face was frozen without a smile, and Yuushi felt like he might have loved her right then. He kissed her, and slept next to her lifeless body, her blood coating him. Finally, Yuushi felt free.
Warning: Murder
She was older than him by nine months; the daughter of the CEO of a leading medical supplies manufacturing company. Who else could have been a better match for the aspiring doctor and surgeon Oshitari Yuushi? He intended to climb his way up to hospital director and so far it was an easy glide.
And so, under the spring cherry blossoms, they were married. It was a perfect ceremony. She was all smiles and polite words, he was the suave gentleman. His girlfriend stayed to watch for the first ten minutes before leaving with tears streaming down her face. Yuushi never saw her again.
At times, Yuushi wondered if that was the end of his heart. That in watching the woman he had loved leaving the wedding ceremony, he'd sent his heart with her, never to have it returned. His wife, Yumiko, was nice enough. In fact, she was too nice. She would always show Yuushi smiles and ritually greet him as he came home every day. She cleaned up while he was away and made dinner. Yuushi always returned to a spotless house.
His life was perfect. His life was terrible. He grew to hate his wife's smiles. Hated that even when they were making love it was nothing but those fake smiles plastered over her lips. She showed him no real emotion. She didn't love him.
One day, his soft caresses while they ritually lay in bed turned firmer. His hands tightened around her throat. She frowned. Yuushi was elated.
He didn't stop there. Her eyes widened in panic and she struggled, fighting for breath that wouldn't come. Yuushi held her down, bruising her perfect skin until her brain shut her mind off. When she came to, Yuushi had tied her to the bed and was holding a kitchen knife. She screamed, her voice hoarse from being choked, and Yuushi shivered in delight. She was showing him more, so much more than he'd ever seen of her. This was what husband and wife should be like; they should show emotion, they should be honest with each other. When she screamed louder as Yuushi cut into those creamy thighs, and when she sobbed against his hand as he made her be quiet, she was showing him everything.
He continued to cut her. Across her legs, down her sides, over her shoulders, above her breasts. Every drop of blood that spilled continued to mar her loathsome perfection. Yuushi felt like he hadn't smiled so happily since before their marriage.
Eventually her sobs died down, her chest stopped heaving, she stopped struggling. Her face was frozen without a smile, and Yuushi felt like he might have loved her right then. He kissed her, and slept next to her lifeless body, her blood coating him. Finally, Yuushi felt free.