Songs For Daddy- Chapter 24: Because of You (part 1)
Author: bar_ohki
Title: Songs for Daddy
Rating: There has been a change! This chapter is rated M, N-17 for rape, violence, and character deaths! You have been warned!
Summary: After receiving a phone call, Hiruma abandons his job, his football team, and his friends, disappearing into nothing. After several years pass, Mamori finds a strange girl in her Kindergarten class, a girl strange enough to have the only remaining connection to the missing quarterback….
Notes: Because of You is by Kelly Clarkson, I do not own it.
Links: To song on youtube: Video
To lyrics of song: Lyrics
To a list of chapter links: Story Links
To chapter 22: Part 1 Part 2
Songs for Daddy
Chapter 24: Because of You
It was morning and the sun was peeking past the breezy curtains, forcing Hiruma awake. He opened his eyes and examined the pale room around him. The mess that had been there the night before was gone, but somehow this didn’t bother him. He sat up in bed, only to realize as he did so, that he was naked. Considering that he recalled going to bed in clothes, he should have been more alarmed than he actually was.
Looking around, Hiruma realized this wasn’t the bedroom at his current residence, this was the apartment he lived in with Chizue. The door opened and Chizue walked into the room, looking as gaunt as she always did.
As he took in her features, he started to see the bits of herself that she had given Emiko. They had the same body, long and narrow, but more filled out in feminine places. Chizue’s pace was almost like a march, but then again, she always walked like she was marching.
“Morning.” Hiruma commented with a yawn. Chizue simply sat down on the edge of his bed and looked at him with her all-gazing, huge, brown eyes. She simply reached out to touch his face, while her face held that blank nothingness look it always seemed to. Her hands were cold, it made sense, Chizue had poor circulation and her over all body temperature ran a little on the cool side. She stroked the side of Hiruma’s face with her boney fingers.
“Uh, Chizue, I need to get up.” Hiruma hoped she would get off the bed, he had things to do that day that didn’t involve Chizue behaving strange. The left of the edge of her mouth quirked up into the most bizarre resemblance of a smirk Hiruma had ever seen.
“Chizue?” Hiruma was feeling smaller under that intense gaze, under the stare of those all-seeing, judging brown eyes.
“Help us, Youichi,” Chizue started to speak in a monotone, light voice, “help us.”
“W-who?” Hiruma found himself tripping over his words. He became aware of the fact that Chizue was just as naked as he.
“Me and Emiko.” Chizue answered, this time with a full smile on her face as she leaned in closer. “You’d do anything for Emiko, right?”
“Well yes!” Hiruma gave her a ‘why did you ever think otherwise?’ look.
“Feed us.” Chizue’s smile fell away and she leaned back to give Hiruma a view of her naked body. She began to run her free hand up and down the front of it in a distinctly sexual manner. Hiruma’s eyes couldn’t help but to watch that hand as it glazed over the curves of the treasure before him. His eyes walked over the soft, fragile skin, the small peaks of the breasts and the distinctly round stomach that came to a woman who was pregnant.
“You want me to make you food-?” Hiruma was cut off by Chizue switching the side of her hand that was petting his face. Now he could feel her finger tips trace delicate patterns on his face. They traced over his forehead, his eyelids, nose, and lips. She withdrew her hand and set it against her belly, against Emiko, and cradled their daughter on her hips.
“Seed, Youichi, Emiko wants to eat seed.” Chizue told him, her expression blank again. “You’ll feed her, won’t you?”
“Seed?” Hiruma’s expression changed to one of confusion.
“We show you, Daddy, we show you.” Chizue assured him with her monotone words. She pulled herself forward, onto his lap and sat down with her chest flesh against his.
“N-no!” Hiruma gasped, suddenly realizing what Chizue meant. “I didn’t want-!”
Chizue kissed him with her hard, cold lips. Pulling his head back, Hiruma also put his hands on Chizue’s chest to push her away. Instead the woman gasped into the kiss; for she was already aroused and the sensation of Youichi’s calloused hands on her nipples made her quiver with pleasure. Of course, Chizue had every intention of continuing the kiss, so she followed him, making her belly rub against his and her exposed vagina rub against the small bit of sheet that protected his penis from direct contact.
Pushing, Hiruma managed to part their lips enough to speak without getting a tongue in his mouth.
“Not today, not this morning.” Hiruma told Chizue seriously.
“Hurting-!” Chizue’s face was contorted in agony. “B-baby!”
Gasping Hiruma let go of her, not wanting to hurt Emiko. Chizue’s face stopped expressing pain and went back to its normal expressionlessness. She snapped forward, her mouth all over his again, this time with her tongue inside his mouth. Of her own accord, Chizue parted her legs further to increase the amount of rubbing between them.
To his distress, Hiruma was getting hard. Hard with the simple reaction to touch that was dominating all of his senses. Pleasure when his mind screamed ‘no’. The rest of his body stiffened and went into a cold sweat while his cock became the center of the blood flow and leapt to life, on fire.
“No!” Hiruma screamed while he jerked his head away from the kiss violently. His cold, stiff body was weak, weak to the strength of the heat coming from his betraying dick. Fuck, the fucking thing deserved to be cut off for all the issues it was causing him right now, for its desire to be encased into that welcoming heat that Hiruma wanted nothing to do with.
“Stop, please!” Hiruma begged as Chizue’s hands gripped his shoulders and pushed him sideways on the bed, onto his back, beneath her. Somehow the sheet was gone and all there was left in this world was himself, Chizue, and that pregnant belly.
“She wants seed….” Chizue told him again. “Are you denying Emiko something she wants when you get to see so little of her these days?”
“N-not like this!” Hiruma grimaced as Chizue bent down and licked the side of his face. “This isn’t what she’d want!”
“I’ll prove it to you.” Chizue promised him in a husky whisper, her breath on his ear. Hiruma jerked his head away with a whimper. Chizue pulled back onto her knees and started to walk herself up his body, a small stream of clear, hot fluid dripping out of her hole and leaving a burning trail on Hiruma’s chest and up his neck and onto his face. Shaking from the heat and the smell of that tangy, musty sex scent, Hiruma fought back the urge to vomit.
Chizue started to lower herself, bringing her precious folds less than a centimeter from Hiruma’s nose. Shifting, Chizue gave Hiruma a view up inside her.
Emiko was in there, in all of her six year old glory. She was naked and painfully underfed, Hiruma could count ribs. She was crying, crying and screaming, her tears creating a sea around her. Her tears that spattered, burning hot, on Hiruma’s face.
“Emiko-!” Hiruma gasped, horrified.
“Seed!” Emiko’s little, weak, distressed voice cried from the tiny hole.
“But-!” Hiruma protested when Chizue moved herself away, putting her face again above his.
“Give in.” Chizue told him, her expression unimpressed. “Take it like a man and do it for your daughter.”
“Why?” Hiruma asked weakly, only to have Chizue’s lips on his face, making it cold and bruised. Her cold, bony hands, traced icy patterns on his chest, freezing his muscles and preventing him from moving against her.
“We’re hungry, Youichi, feed us.” Chizue whispered then attacked his neck with her blue, bruising lips, and sharp, unforgiving teeth.
Hiruma’s cries were full of pain, he tried to squirm away from that harsh mouth of Chizue’s only to smack the head of his hard shaft into the blazing false paradise between Chizue’s thighs. With a painful uncontrollable shudder of pleasure, Hiruma felt the stiffness in his joints crack, making his body feel like disconnected pieces of ice.
And his erection still burned, with desire and with fire, to be inside that precious hole.
“You can’t wait, can you?” Chizue chuckled darkly. “Be more patient.”
“S-stop biting me!” Hiruma muttered, not sure if the liquid he felt on his abused neck was saliva or his blood. “I-I-!”
Chizue growled and used one hand to claw down his torso. Her dull, but hard, nails ran over his nipples, making them clench so hard they hurt. She ran one of her nails across the burns given to him from those hellishly hot tears Emiko was crying, making Hiruma scream in agony. His whole torso tried to curl up and away from Chizue’s hand.
“Just fuck me already!” Hiruma managed to scream, tears unknowingly flowing down his face.
“Quit being weak.” Chizue frowned in disapproval and slapped him.
Hiruma simply looked to the side and tried to breathe. His neck wasn’t stiff and cold anymore, it was just one burning, throbbing ache. He couldn’t face Chizue and what was probably an almost inhuman glare.
“Well?” Came Chizue’s angry tone.
“S-sorry.” Hiruma shut his eyes. “Please, please just let me help my daughter.”
“Then kiss me back.” Chizue told him. Hiruma opened his eyes and slowly turned to look up at this cat-like woman. With a long breath Hiruma found himself throwing away was left of his pride, his heart, and his life. His lips trembled from the pain and suffering of body and all the contrasts within his mind.
‘But then again, I did sign up for this when I sold my soul to that marriage contract….’ Hiruma shut his eyes and kissed Chizue’s cold lips. The coldness of her face, made his teeth chatter, made him try and rub his lips against hers in an attempt to warm them. Chizue opened her mouth, almost expectantly.
With a shudder and a suppressing of nausea, Hiruma stuck his pointy tongue into Chizue’s arctic cave of hard teeth and a whip-like tongue. At first Hiruma tried to hold his own, after all he was a fighter at heart, but he was quickly overwhelmed and his chances of wining dropped right down to zero as he lost his will. He submitted to Chizue, mind, body, and soul.
Now that the last of his will was shattered, Hiruma began to moan, voicing the sweet pleasure from the tension in his cock for the first time. Chizue gave him a hungry smile and continued to kiss him as she pushed him down onto the bed. Surrendering, falling into the darkness, Hiruma allowed his hips to buck up and start rubbing against her cunt.
Sweet, burning friction.
“Yess!” Hiruma cried, enjoying himself but at the same time dying inside. His thoughts hurt, his heart was in shreds, but did it matter? Toss away what you don’t need and be lost in the moment, yes that was it. They were married, there wasn’t anything wrong with pleasuring with your wife, was there? No, no, Chizue is dead, I am having sex with a corpse. Sex? What sex? This was rape!
Then Chizue finally impaled herself on his dick and all of the thoughts disappeared. All of the pain, from his heart, from his head, from his neck and chest, was gone. Only heat, a searing, burning, all-destroying heat. It filled him, becoming him, daring him to make it grow and grow.
So Hiruma did. In out in out, there was no start or stop of where he began and Chizue ended. Moans, somewhere, distant, called out and echoed like a forgotten lullaby in his ear. And that coiling, his body trembling with effort, almost at its limit.
And instead of coming, that sweet high in which all of his nerves should have sang and his voice should screeched something so foul, no god would ever look his way again, there was nothing. Blackness.
“What?” Hiruma asked, his body was chilled, but it was no longer stiff and broken. He was clothed again, in a football uniform, and most importantly he wasn’t hard anymore. Standing up, Hiruma looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He heard some noises and the room stirred back into focus. He was in an operating theater, filled with doctors surrounding a table. Blood was falling off of the table, making mini-red waterfalls into the sea of mess on the floor. Hiruma walked around the doctors to look at the screaming patient.
Chizue. Nine months pregnant and failing.
“You-!” Chizue pointed at him with her cold, boney finger, “you’re killing me! Emiko is killing me! You failed to save me you fucking bastard!”
“I-!” Hiruma had no words for her then, he had no words for her now.
“Suffer as I did, you son of a bitch!” Chizue cried and with a strangled yell, she gave birth. Her stomach all but exploded and blood flew everywhere, smacking against Hiruma’s face, warm and sticky. Chizue convulsed once more, then fell back on the table, still. So horribly, morbidly still that came with being a corpse as opposed to a living thing.
“…Sorry….” Hiruma muttered, knowing that the dead didn’t hear.
“P-papa?” Emiko asked, making Hiruma turn his eyes away from the corpse and looking down at his daughter. She was six again, still naked, no longer starved, and covered in the same amount of blood and slime as the day she was born. She had her mother’s eyes, those big, brown, all-seeing eyes.
“E-emiko…” Hiruma knelt down and looked at his daughter. “Why don’t we clean you-?”
“Why Papa?” Emiko asked him. “Why did Mother have to die?”
“…I don’t know.” Hiruma answered.
“Why did you kill Mother?” Emiko asked, cocking her head.
“I didn’t-!” Hiruma protested.
“You made me and together we killed her, Papa.” Emiko explained. “Why did we kill Mother?”
“She said she wanted-!” Hiruma tried to reach out to his daughter, but she was suddenly so far away, so tiny and fragile.
“Yes, Mother did want me, she loved me.” Emiko told him. “She died for me, but you Papa, you gave me away.”
“No!” Hiruma shook his head. “I wanted you to stay here, with me!”
“No…” Emiko shook her head, “you never wanted me.”
“W-what?” Hiruma asked, so confused and mortified by Emiko’s words.
There was suddenly a little black condom in his hand. Hiruma blinked once when his hands started to open up the package and unroll the condom. Yes they were his hands, and yes they were still attached to his body, but they weren’t moving of his accord. Those hands of his then took the condom and pulled it over Emiko’s now-tiny head, and let go.
“Never… ever….” Emiko panted, her breath going ‘ka-shuck’ in the condom. Somehow one could see through that black condom, one could see as Emiko’s face and body started to turn blue. One could watch her body start hyperventilating in a desperate attempt to get air that wasn’t there. Her body began to spasm and convulse, like a butterfly with a wing and a half struggling to get higher in the air.
“No!” Hiruma protested and tried to grab his daughter and save her, but she slid out of his fingers, the blood and birth fluids making her body like oil.
“Don’t worry, Mother will take care of me, she loves me.” Emiko’s voice came through that condom crystal clear.
Then Emiko’s little frame fell over, still.
“No….” Hiruma gasped and knelt before her, the still, unmoving corpse of his daughter. He tried to take that condom off, but it wouldn’t budge. Two feet, clad in spikes, crunched in the grass behind Hiruma. He was on a football field, holding the bloody, slimy corpse of his daughter. Hiruma turned his head around to come face to face with a large ‘21’.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done!?” Kobayakawa bellowed, standing over Hiruma several times larger than he normally was.
“I’m sorry!” Hiruma cried.
“Well, wake up!” Kobayakawa pulled his fist back and punched Hiruma in the face.
Click here to go to the next part....
Title: Songs for Daddy
Rating: There has been a change! This chapter is rated M, N-17 for rape, violence, and character deaths! You have been warned!
Summary: After receiving a phone call, Hiruma abandons his job, his football team, and his friends, disappearing into nothing. After several years pass, Mamori finds a strange girl in her Kindergarten class, a girl strange enough to have the only remaining connection to the missing quarterback….
Notes: Because of You is by Kelly Clarkson, I do not own it.
Links: To song on youtube: Video
To lyrics of song: Lyrics
To a list of chapter links: Story Links
To chapter 22: Part 1 Part 2
Songs for Daddy
Chapter 24: Because of You
It was morning and the sun was peeking past the breezy curtains, forcing Hiruma awake. He opened his eyes and examined the pale room around him. The mess that had been there the night before was gone, but somehow this didn’t bother him. He sat up in bed, only to realize as he did so, that he was naked. Considering that he recalled going to bed in clothes, he should have been more alarmed than he actually was.
Looking around, Hiruma realized this wasn’t the bedroom at his current residence, this was the apartment he lived in with Chizue. The door opened and Chizue walked into the room, looking as gaunt as she always did.
As he took in her features, he started to see the bits of herself that she had given Emiko. They had the same body, long and narrow, but more filled out in feminine places. Chizue’s pace was almost like a march, but then again, she always walked like she was marching.
“Morning.” Hiruma commented with a yawn. Chizue simply sat down on the edge of his bed and looked at him with her all-gazing, huge, brown eyes. She simply reached out to touch his face, while her face held that blank nothingness look it always seemed to. Her hands were cold, it made sense, Chizue had poor circulation and her over all body temperature ran a little on the cool side. She stroked the side of Hiruma’s face with her boney fingers.
“Uh, Chizue, I need to get up.” Hiruma hoped she would get off the bed, he had things to do that day that didn’t involve Chizue behaving strange. The left of the edge of her mouth quirked up into the most bizarre resemblance of a smirk Hiruma had ever seen.
“Chizue?” Hiruma was feeling smaller under that intense gaze, under the stare of those all-seeing, judging brown eyes.
“Help us, Youichi,” Chizue started to speak in a monotone, light voice, “help us.”
“W-who?” Hiruma found himself tripping over his words. He became aware of the fact that Chizue was just as naked as he.
“Me and Emiko.” Chizue answered, this time with a full smile on her face as she leaned in closer. “You’d do anything for Emiko, right?”
“Well yes!” Hiruma gave her a ‘why did you ever think otherwise?’ look.
“Feed us.” Chizue’s smile fell away and she leaned back to give Hiruma a view of her naked body. She began to run her free hand up and down the front of it in a distinctly sexual manner. Hiruma’s eyes couldn’t help but to watch that hand as it glazed over the curves of the treasure before him. His eyes walked over the soft, fragile skin, the small peaks of the breasts and the distinctly round stomach that came to a woman who was pregnant.
“You want me to make you food-?” Hiruma was cut off by Chizue switching the side of her hand that was petting his face. Now he could feel her finger tips trace delicate patterns on his face. They traced over his forehead, his eyelids, nose, and lips. She withdrew her hand and set it against her belly, against Emiko, and cradled their daughter on her hips.
“Seed, Youichi, Emiko wants to eat seed.” Chizue told him, her expression blank again. “You’ll feed her, won’t you?”
“Seed?” Hiruma’s expression changed to one of confusion.
“We show you, Daddy, we show you.” Chizue assured him with her monotone words. She pulled herself forward, onto his lap and sat down with her chest flesh against his.
“N-no!” Hiruma gasped, suddenly realizing what Chizue meant. “I didn’t want-!”
Chizue kissed him with her hard, cold lips. Pulling his head back, Hiruma also put his hands on Chizue’s chest to push her away. Instead the woman gasped into the kiss; for she was already aroused and the sensation of Youichi’s calloused hands on her nipples made her quiver with pleasure. Of course, Chizue had every intention of continuing the kiss, so she followed him, making her belly rub against his and her exposed vagina rub against the small bit of sheet that protected his penis from direct contact.
Pushing, Hiruma managed to part their lips enough to speak without getting a tongue in his mouth.
“Not today, not this morning.” Hiruma told Chizue seriously.
“Hurting-!” Chizue’s face was contorted in agony. “B-baby!”
Gasping Hiruma let go of her, not wanting to hurt Emiko. Chizue’s face stopped expressing pain and went back to its normal expressionlessness. She snapped forward, her mouth all over his again, this time with her tongue inside his mouth. Of her own accord, Chizue parted her legs further to increase the amount of rubbing between them.
To his distress, Hiruma was getting hard. Hard with the simple reaction to touch that was dominating all of his senses. Pleasure when his mind screamed ‘no’. The rest of his body stiffened and went into a cold sweat while his cock became the center of the blood flow and leapt to life, on fire.
“No!” Hiruma screamed while he jerked his head away from the kiss violently. His cold, stiff body was weak, weak to the strength of the heat coming from his betraying dick. Fuck, the fucking thing deserved to be cut off for all the issues it was causing him right now, for its desire to be encased into that welcoming heat that Hiruma wanted nothing to do with.
“Stop, please!” Hiruma begged as Chizue’s hands gripped his shoulders and pushed him sideways on the bed, onto his back, beneath her. Somehow the sheet was gone and all there was left in this world was himself, Chizue, and that pregnant belly.
“She wants seed….” Chizue told him again. “Are you denying Emiko something she wants when you get to see so little of her these days?”
“N-not like this!” Hiruma grimaced as Chizue bent down and licked the side of his face. “This isn’t what she’d want!”
“I’ll prove it to you.” Chizue promised him in a husky whisper, her breath on his ear. Hiruma jerked his head away with a whimper. Chizue pulled back onto her knees and started to walk herself up his body, a small stream of clear, hot fluid dripping out of her hole and leaving a burning trail on Hiruma’s chest and up his neck and onto his face. Shaking from the heat and the smell of that tangy, musty sex scent, Hiruma fought back the urge to vomit.
Chizue started to lower herself, bringing her precious folds less than a centimeter from Hiruma’s nose. Shifting, Chizue gave Hiruma a view up inside her.
Emiko was in there, in all of her six year old glory. She was naked and painfully underfed, Hiruma could count ribs. She was crying, crying and screaming, her tears creating a sea around her. Her tears that spattered, burning hot, on Hiruma’s face.
“Emiko-!” Hiruma gasped, horrified.
“Seed!” Emiko’s little, weak, distressed voice cried from the tiny hole.
“But-!” Hiruma protested when Chizue moved herself away, putting her face again above his.
“Give in.” Chizue told him, her expression unimpressed. “Take it like a man and do it for your daughter.”
“Why?” Hiruma asked weakly, only to have Chizue’s lips on his face, making it cold and bruised. Her cold, bony hands, traced icy patterns on his chest, freezing his muscles and preventing him from moving against her.
“We’re hungry, Youichi, feed us.” Chizue whispered then attacked his neck with her blue, bruising lips, and sharp, unforgiving teeth.
Hiruma’s cries were full of pain, he tried to squirm away from that harsh mouth of Chizue’s only to smack the head of his hard shaft into the blazing false paradise between Chizue’s thighs. With a painful uncontrollable shudder of pleasure, Hiruma felt the stiffness in his joints crack, making his body feel like disconnected pieces of ice.
And his erection still burned, with desire and with fire, to be inside that precious hole.
“You can’t wait, can you?” Chizue chuckled darkly. “Be more patient.”
“S-stop biting me!” Hiruma muttered, not sure if the liquid he felt on his abused neck was saliva or his blood. “I-I-!”
Chizue growled and used one hand to claw down his torso. Her dull, but hard, nails ran over his nipples, making them clench so hard they hurt. She ran one of her nails across the burns given to him from those hellishly hot tears Emiko was crying, making Hiruma scream in agony. His whole torso tried to curl up and away from Chizue’s hand.
“Just fuck me already!” Hiruma managed to scream, tears unknowingly flowing down his face.
“Quit being weak.” Chizue frowned in disapproval and slapped him.
Hiruma simply looked to the side and tried to breathe. His neck wasn’t stiff and cold anymore, it was just one burning, throbbing ache. He couldn’t face Chizue and what was probably an almost inhuman glare.
“Well?” Came Chizue’s angry tone.
“S-sorry.” Hiruma shut his eyes. “Please, please just let me help my daughter.”
“Then kiss me back.” Chizue told him. Hiruma opened his eyes and slowly turned to look up at this cat-like woman. With a long breath Hiruma found himself throwing away was left of his pride, his heart, and his life. His lips trembled from the pain and suffering of body and all the contrasts within his mind.
‘But then again, I did sign up for this when I sold my soul to that marriage contract….’ Hiruma shut his eyes and kissed Chizue’s cold lips. The coldness of her face, made his teeth chatter, made him try and rub his lips against hers in an attempt to warm them. Chizue opened her mouth, almost expectantly.
With a shudder and a suppressing of nausea, Hiruma stuck his pointy tongue into Chizue’s arctic cave of hard teeth and a whip-like tongue. At first Hiruma tried to hold his own, after all he was a fighter at heart, but he was quickly overwhelmed and his chances of wining dropped right down to zero as he lost his will. He submitted to Chizue, mind, body, and soul.
Now that the last of his will was shattered, Hiruma began to moan, voicing the sweet pleasure from the tension in his cock for the first time. Chizue gave him a hungry smile and continued to kiss him as she pushed him down onto the bed. Surrendering, falling into the darkness, Hiruma allowed his hips to buck up and start rubbing against her cunt.
Sweet, burning friction.
“Yess!” Hiruma cried, enjoying himself but at the same time dying inside. His thoughts hurt, his heart was in shreds, but did it matter? Toss away what you don’t need and be lost in the moment, yes that was it. They were married, there wasn’t anything wrong with pleasuring with your wife, was there? No, no, Chizue is dead, I am having sex with a corpse. Sex? What sex? This was rape!
Then Chizue finally impaled herself on his dick and all of the thoughts disappeared. All of the pain, from his heart, from his head, from his neck and chest, was gone. Only heat, a searing, burning, all-destroying heat. It filled him, becoming him, daring him to make it grow and grow.
So Hiruma did. In out in out, there was no start or stop of where he began and Chizue ended. Moans, somewhere, distant, called out and echoed like a forgotten lullaby in his ear. And that coiling, his body trembling with effort, almost at its limit.
And instead of coming, that sweet high in which all of his nerves should have sang and his voice should screeched something so foul, no god would ever look his way again, there was nothing. Blackness.
“What?” Hiruma asked, his body was chilled, but it was no longer stiff and broken. He was clothed again, in a football uniform, and most importantly he wasn’t hard anymore. Standing up, Hiruma looked around, trying to figure out where he was. He heard some noises and the room stirred back into focus. He was in an operating theater, filled with doctors surrounding a table. Blood was falling off of the table, making mini-red waterfalls into the sea of mess on the floor. Hiruma walked around the doctors to look at the screaming patient.
Chizue. Nine months pregnant and failing.
“You-!” Chizue pointed at him with her cold, boney finger, “you’re killing me! Emiko is killing me! You failed to save me you fucking bastard!”
“I-!” Hiruma had no words for her then, he had no words for her now.
“Suffer as I did, you son of a bitch!” Chizue cried and with a strangled yell, she gave birth. Her stomach all but exploded and blood flew everywhere, smacking against Hiruma’s face, warm and sticky. Chizue convulsed once more, then fell back on the table, still. So horribly, morbidly still that came with being a corpse as opposed to a living thing.
“…Sorry….” Hiruma muttered, knowing that the dead didn’t hear.
“P-papa?” Emiko asked, making Hiruma turn his eyes away from the corpse and looking down at his daughter. She was six again, still naked, no longer starved, and covered in the same amount of blood and slime as the day she was born. She had her mother’s eyes, those big, brown, all-seeing eyes.
“E-emiko…” Hiruma knelt down and looked at his daughter. “Why don’t we clean you-?”
“Why Papa?” Emiko asked him. “Why did Mother have to die?”
“…I don’t know.” Hiruma answered.
“Why did you kill Mother?” Emiko asked, cocking her head.
“I didn’t-!” Hiruma protested.
“You made me and together we killed her, Papa.” Emiko explained. “Why did we kill Mother?”
“She said she wanted-!” Hiruma tried to reach out to his daughter, but she was suddenly so far away, so tiny and fragile.
“Yes, Mother did want me, she loved me.” Emiko told him. “She died for me, but you Papa, you gave me away.”
“No!” Hiruma shook his head. “I wanted you to stay here, with me!”
“No…” Emiko shook her head, “you never wanted me.”
“W-what?” Hiruma asked, so confused and mortified by Emiko’s words.
There was suddenly a little black condom in his hand. Hiruma blinked once when his hands started to open up the package and unroll the condom. Yes they were his hands, and yes they were still attached to his body, but they weren’t moving of his accord. Those hands of his then took the condom and pulled it over Emiko’s now-tiny head, and let go.
“Never… ever….” Emiko panted, her breath going ‘ka-shuck’ in the condom. Somehow one could see through that black condom, one could see as Emiko’s face and body started to turn blue. One could watch her body start hyperventilating in a desperate attempt to get air that wasn’t there. Her body began to spasm and convulse, like a butterfly with a wing and a half struggling to get higher in the air.
“No!” Hiruma protested and tried to grab his daughter and save her, but she slid out of his fingers, the blood and birth fluids making her body like oil.
“Don’t worry, Mother will take care of me, she loves me.” Emiko’s voice came through that condom crystal clear.
Then Emiko’s little frame fell over, still.
“No….” Hiruma gasped and knelt before her, the still, unmoving corpse of his daughter. He tried to take that condom off, but it wouldn’t budge. Two feet, clad in spikes, crunched in the grass behind Hiruma. He was on a football field, holding the bloody, slimy corpse of his daughter. Hiruma turned his head around to come face to face with a large ‘21’.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done!?” Kobayakawa bellowed, standing over Hiruma several times larger than he normally was.
“I’m sorry!” Hiruma cried.
“Well, wake up!” Kobayakawa pulled his fist back and punched Hiruma in the face.
Click here to go to the next part....