Kevin the Bored
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68 Nothing Stays Buried Forever
🕑 Added 2023-05-29 03:37:00 +0000 UTCAfter the happy reunion I decided to stay an extra day and leave the next morning so I can spend some more time catching up.
Though to be honest most of the time was spent in James' lab with him showing me all the fancy new drugs he's come up with and let me tell you, some of them are absolutely ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ค๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
Like the one that straight up stops the body from regulating heat, causing the guy he used it on to show me to slowly overheat until his organs just failed and he died to room temperature, which is probably the lamest death I could think of.
Also, the guy in question was one of the two that were at the reunion because apparently they were both skimming a little too much of the top so he got them to come as a gift for me if I was hungry.
But I wanted to see what his drugs did more than I cared about overeating, so I guess it just sucks to be them, because I just would have killed them.
Suffice to say that would have been a mercy.
Ah well. Life's a bitch, and by that I mean I'm a bitch. Deal with it.
Eventually however, night came once again and I decided to go for a nice midnight stroll before bed for nostalgia's sake.
Because it sure feels like it's been longer than just a month since I've been here.
It's as I'm walking through some backstreets, just enjoying the night-time breeze, that I abruptly feel a group of eyes lock onto me.
Now I don't show any outward reaction to it, because where there are people there is usually a couple of people looking at me, so I've come to be able to ignore the sensation of eyes on me, but that doesn't mean I won't know something is up when I feel five sets of eyes suddenly gain an intense interest in me.
Luckily for me the wind changes to blow from behind me and I am able to catch their scent and vaguely tell how far they are from me by how strong it is.
It's also nice that it tells me that there aren't any capes among them, though I kind of wish there were.
It would certainly make it more interesting.
Either way, I turned down the meal James offered me and I'm still not really hungry, but I've learned that I can seemingly eat as much as I want without ever truly getting full.
So why not right?
If free food is going to offer itself up for me, I might as well at least take a bite. It would be wasteful not to.
As I'm thinking this, I sense the group getting closer and figure it would be a reasonable time for a woman out alone at night to turn to check behind her.
The five of them are all pasty white men wearing red so I assume they're from James' gang, or to be more accurate they are from Red Branch and just followed the changing tides, as it were.
Now I'm wondering if they know I'm somehow involved in the gang and this is something with more meaning to it or if it really is just them wanting to either mug or gang rape me.
I'm excited to find out!
Unfortunately I'm pretty sure I've already figured it out. Since they're wearing gang colours so blatantly it's unlikely that anyone within the gang sent them after me and no one who wasn't in that room when I got here should know anything about my involvement.
That sucks.
I hate figuring things out. It takes the mystery out of everything. It's why I prefer being stupid.
Oh how blissful life must be as an idiot. Nothing to worry about due to not understanding why things are problems, everything is new and interesting.
Speaking of idiots though, I pretend to be shocked by the sight of five mean looking men behind me and pick up my pace while keeping in mind to limit myself to 'scared human woman' speeds, rather than.. well, cape speeds.
As predictable as idiots are, it is no surprise to me when they pick up their pace and I have to remind myself that I should have to look back to realise that and I do so, immediately breaking out into a full sprint afterwards.
"Help!!" I scream as I run, mostly just to sell the picture to my pursuers rather than any real expectation for help to show up.
I also make sure to keep my speed at a level that seems reasonable while keeping ahead of them, until I spot a nice and clichรฉ looking alleyway and slow down slightly as if I'm running out of steam.
In a miracle of coincidental timing, the first of the men just so happens to reach me at the perfect moment to pull me into the alley without breaking his momentum, almost as if it was planned or something.
I think I've just realised a downside of being terminally stupid. You can't tell an obvious trap when you see one.
I mean, it's not like I'm trying particularly hard to sell the image here. I only shouted for help once and have been keeping pace with them running for like, three minutes.
Ah well, I just want to see where this will go. I do love new experiences after all, especially when I can just kill everyone if I end up not liking it.
Me and Legs McGee crash into one of the alley walls with a yelp and a grunt respectively and he wastes no time in turning and throwing me to the ground.
I put a little bit of effort into selling the part, but just one look in this guys eyes tells me that it doesn't really matter how I act, so I don't bother myself too much.
I just crawl backwards with a vaguely distressed look on my face, even as I am paying more attention to my thoughts than the situation at hand.
Clearly they are planning on gangbanging me, the only question is, should I let them?
I mean, it's a new experience and it might even be fun.
'Sides, it's not like any of these retards are gonna leave this alley alive anyway. Might as well have some fun before they go right?
It's as I'm thinking this that the other four make their way into the alley, one of them seeming rather out of breath.
They all approach me in a manner I'm sure should be menacing but to someone who can rip a steel beam in half with her bare hands just looks like, basically nothing really.
"You can scream all you like girly. Ain't no one gonna hear ya." Mr Receding Hairline says, clearly having studied the book on how to be the most stereotypical creep ever.
"Heh heh, I like it when they scream." Another adds, obviously competing with his friend on who could sound more like a rapist.
I can't really be bothered to come up with a proper comeback that would be fitting of someone in my supposed position so I just go with the 'too scared to compose proper words' kind of thing and start whimpering incoherently instead.
They seem to rush to hold me down and I let them, still trying to decide if I should just kill them all now or later.
Another of the dumbasses chooses to rip my shirt off, which was just unnecessarily rude. He could have just taken it off, no need to rip it.
I liked that shirt too.
The guy on top of me leans down until we are face to face, both of our eyes blown wide, mine from 'fear' and his probably from drugs, which actually makes this whole thing make more sense.
Then he goes for my lips and I 'try' to struggle away but he doesn't let me. Only he doesn't just force a kiss on me. No, it couldn't be that simple.
Instead, he ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ด my lower lip and suddenly I am not there anymore.
"-๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด ๐ถ๐ด!! ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ถ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด ๐ถ๐ด!!"
๐๐ต'๐ด ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ. ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ.
๐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐จ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ.
๐๐บ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต, ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ.
"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐บ ๐จ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ด!!"
๐๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ.
๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ.
๐๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ.
๐๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ต๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ, ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ญ๐ข๐ฃ.
"๐๐ฐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ถ๐ด ๐๐ช๐ง๐ฆ!!"
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ?
๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ?
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต?
๐๐บ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ธ๐ญ๐ด, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ณ ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ.
๐๐ต ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ญ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ.
๐๐ต'๐ด ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ.
๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐จ๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ.
๐๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด. ๐๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ, ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต.
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด.
๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐๐ข๐ฅ. ๐๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐บ.
๐๐ช๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ด๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ.
With a gasp I wake up from the memory and still feel residual fear flowing within me and acting purely on instinct I push everyone away from me and get to my feet before I can even process what is happening.
By the time I am back on my feet gulping down deep breaths of air I am back in reality, remembering what was happening and choosing to shove those memories back down into hell where they belong.
Glancing around I see that the guy who was on top of me is now slumped against a wall while the other four are getting back to their feet and glaring at me.
Yeah. I am not fucking dealing with this shit right now. I've always preferred being on top anyway.
Only, right as I am about to start ripping them into pieces and crushing the pieces into a pile of red sludge to be left for the dogs. I notice the familiar scent of a cape, one that I actually recognise.
So instead of engaging my desire to just kill them all, I just stop.
Stop moving, stop seeing, stop everything.
I just close my eyes and breathe, centring myself.
I feel a warmth wash over me and some faint noises that I ignore as I focus more on doing what I can to force myself to forget once again.
Some things are simply better left forgotten after all.
In no time at all, my breathing is back under control and I am once more feeling comfortable and generally amused, all thoughts of unpleasant memories shoved deep into a pit, never to be seen again.
With a deep breath I open my eyes and immediately smile at the sight as well as the smell cooking flesh.
In front of me, the men are now looking rather burned up and either have passed out from the pain or are too busy whimpering to themselves from it to really be paying attention to the world at large.
"Are you hurt?" I hear from behind me and I turn around without bothering to try and hide my smile.
Standing there at the end of the alley is a woman I recognise, with her foxy mask and mostly regular clothes Kitsune doesn't strike much of an imposing figure.
The fire burning around her however is another story entirely.
"Only emotionally.~ I liked this top.~" I respond, gesturing at me visible bra and as she follows my gesture I notice her face scrunching up momentarily before she turns back to the men to glare at them.
I kind of wanted her to question my casual response but I guess I forgot that a lot of victims of things like this tend to seem perfectly calm as a way of coping or something so she probably just thinks I'm deflecting.
"I've already called a pickup for them, while we wait for them to show up is there anything I could do for you?" She edges forward, clearly doing her best to not startle me, which I find funny.
"Something to cover up would be nice."
She doesn't hesitate to take her jacket off and walk up to me, wrapping it around me with a gentle smile.
I decide that now's a good time to reveal myself, because I really don't care about my identity being known anymore, and I think this could be a fun conversation.
"You know, this is the second time you've gone out of your way to get me some clothes~ thanks for that.~" She almost immediately becomes weary, but clearly not enough that she suspects my identity.
Instead she just moves to the wall next to me and leans against it.
"Have we met before?" She tries to sound nonchalant, actually she does sound nonchalant but I can cheat by having a vague sense of other peoples feelings. At least the negative ones like fear, unease and weariness.
"I guess you could say that." I start in a pondering voice, like I'm thinking out loud before I abruptly point at the burned men and continue while activating my eyes at the same time. "Are you gonna finish that?~"
Beset upon by my crimson orbs, she pushes herself away from the wall and rapidly backpedals a few steps away from me, summoning fire around her hand as she does so.
"๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ." She growls at me.
My return is much peppier as I point both of my thumbs at myself and exclaim with joy.
"Me!"
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A/N: He~llo! Dear readers!
Fuck you I wrote Yumiko too well and really enjoyed it so now we're gonna get another yumiko interlude, deal with it.
I didn't originally actually plan for things to go like this, I actually had something else in mind for Yumiko that was for much later but damn it I want her back now so here she is.
Honestly, she is my favourite person to write so far (other than Lusia obviously) followed closely by Uppercrust.
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Scarletmenace
Hoooray! Foxy lady!
