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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

"Observing Yukki!"

"Anything involving a happy Yukki will make me happy, too!"

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She looked down to the baby, confused by her partner's words. Sure, some people were weak and couldn't handle the things both her and Ryuunosuke had done in their lives. She could almost understand his personality, and what she couldn't was how anyone would be so fascinated in seeing the fear in another's eyes, since that wish only occurred once to her in her entire life.

Yuno thought about her own parents. Seeing them in pain was such a thrilling experience. And the child in her arms started giving her a nauseating feeling, as if hundreds of bugs were crawling on her arms and chest. Was this baby feeling the same way as she did, back when she still lived with her parents? How did she not notice before it looked just like her and her future husband?

How could she hold this baby, that was not from Yukki but still looked like Yuno, and not crush its head and tear its limbs apart? Even though she told Yukki that she would follow him and be loyal to him and love him and protect him even if she was dead.

But she was suddenly brought back to reality when the man cut open a dead baby's mouth, painting the apartment with bright red. He was probably disappointed that Yuno wasn't shocked by the situation, like any mother would be.

How disgusting of him, to be pleased by that sight. Yukki would never think that way. Yukki was so much better!

I can't do this anymore. I want to escape.

"If I can't get rid of it..." She began, much calmer now, but she sounded like she was talking to herself, "I just have to kill it as many times as possible, right? At some point... it will stop coming back. It will. It will stop. Has to stop," she mumbled, reassured.

She took the knife she had previously left aside, and raised it in the air. She'd do it quickly, without any feelings, like she always did.

It screamed.

She hit it between the eyes, and blood splattered her face, but surprisingly circuits appeared from the baby's brain when she removed the weapon. And it multiplied, of course. She dropped the first one, without looking at the man that was still in the same room as her. Yuno would find a way to bury all of the little bodies. The second baby... how many were dead by now--? But the second she now held was crying.

"Stop! Shut up! Shut up!" she screamed, putting the baby on the table and hitting it in the same place as the first she killed. God, how much she wished she knew anything about robotics. If not to fucking stop these little things from multiplying, at least she could do something about their cries.

A baby? You mean a piece of art?

What went on in the female’s mind, Ryuunosuke couldn’t care less about, but he understood one thing: she wouldn’t make a satisfying victim for him. She wouldn’t scream in agony, wouldn’t tremble in fear. Plus, what he was seeing was perhaps already her true nature. Seeing two very drastic sides of a person was his aim of his art anyway, and for him having to witness two sides of Gasai Yuno was pleasant enough.

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Despite what most people would think, but only if they knew her true self, Yuno was not a sadist. She never felt anything when killing. Not regret, not pleasure. She only felt good about it because it meant protecting Yukki, and she would feel her cheeks turn red, her heart filled with pride as their enemies' blood tainted her hands.

And Ryuunosuke didn't know how fortunate he was that she didn't have any feelings about how wrong what he was doing was, like any normal person would. She was much more concerned about herself than those babies.

But she saw he was telling the truth, and concluded that he indeed planned to kill her little test baby. And he could very well be planning to do the same thing to her, so she had to be cautious.

When he asked if she was familiar with these scenes, she couldn't help but laugh heartily. Ah, she almost wanted to brag about how the first game had ended, about how many innocents she killed. How many ways and weapons she used to get to the end. But she didn't feel comfortable enough to tell him.

"That little shit was important to me, and you had to fucking kill it. Great. You really know how to spoil someone's joy, huh, mister freelancer? Except that they're really determined to make us take care of these insects..." She said, still pissed off.

"But," and she started giggling, "they expected people would kill them."

She covered one of her eyes with her free hand, thinking about how ridiculous this place was. This city was full of people as insane as Yuno. Perhaps it was hell itself. Maybe this is the reason why Yukki couldn't be found anywhere, and he was living a normal life, far away from her.

She breathed in, leaving her knife on the closest table, and reached for the baby that appeared from the one Ryuunosuke had kicked to her. Just a pile of technology? Or magic? She wanted to find out how many could appear if they just kept on killing them, but it also meant more bodies to get rid of. For now, she just held it against her chest as if nothing had happened.

"You made a mess of my apartment, Ryuunosuke. So, were you planning to attack me as well? Now I doubt the police will do anything about these creatures," she said regarding the babies, "but if you touch me, I myself am going to tear you apart."

For his own good, it would be better if he took her seriously.

A baby? You mean a piece of art?

It was rather surprising to see how the pinkette reacted to him. Well, most people would be shocked and terrified, and shocked was she alright… though unlike most people, Ryuunosuke wasn’t able to detect any fear in her eyes. “What have I done? What have I done?”

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For a long time, she wished for a marriage with Yukiteru, to be the perfect wife for him. This included having a family. Creating someone that was half Yukki and half Yuno was such a beautiful thought to her! And sadly it was not the case for this little baby, now being watched by Ryuunosuke and her. It still counted as practice, right? She would do her best! It's better to screw up with this kid that she didn't care about than to do so with her future family.

Took a couple of hours, but she found out there was a pattern in the baby's needs. Every 20 minutes, there was something. Just like her mother had taught her, she noted down all of the right times for the baby to eat, sleep, and bath. Yuno was doing a great job.

From the bathroom, she heard her future spouse talking to the baby, cheerfully. Maybe he could be a good parent -- not as good as Yukki would be, of course. But the mood suddenly changed for the worst.

She heard a loud, painful cry.

Hushing to the living room, she found the piece of art her future husband had done.

Two babies laid on a pool of blood, one with its intestines coming out. And with hands soaked in blood, her fiancé sat, looking thrilled. He was happy. So fucking happy. The scene itself didn't shock her, but rather... all her hardwork had been thrown away by this stupid man who called himself an artist.

She was enraged. The first baby would most likely die in minutes. Not that she truly cared about its well-being. The second baby-- wait, there shouldn't be another. What did he do?!

"Are you fucking with me--" she started, completely snapping and forgetting about her previous personality in front of him. He was a dangerous man, just like she had thought, and now there was no way she could stand innocent before him. "You little-- argh, what have you done!"

And if that was Uryuu Ryuunosuke's true nature, then this was the truth about Gasai Yuno.

Taking the utility knife she always had with her, she positioned herself, still far away from him. "What are you smiling for, you stupid shit! Did you take someone else's kid?! Do you not care at all about what the fucking police will do to you?!" Maybe she should educate her future husband.

Or maybe she should just end his life.

A baby? You mean a piece of art?

And just when he thought he had to take a break as an artist… the little creature appeared. To Ryuunosuke it was more than just a blessing.

After his fiance had decided to prepare a warm bath for the baby, Ryuunosuke was left all alone with the little baby already. And since well… the pinkette didn’t trust Ryuunosuke’s place, thinking that it might just be as dirty as his shirt from their first meeting, they both ended up at Yuno’s. Even if at first, they intended to talk about more private matters, this wasn’t all that bad! An orphanage wasn’t the same if it didn’t have any unattended babies anyway! How else would he be able create the ultimate COOOOOL piece of art without attracting much attention?

“God has blessed me! Aaaargh if only Danna was here!” His heart was beating faster alright. Of nervousness? Nah. Taking care of a baby wasn’t his strong point, but that wasn’t what he intended in the first place anyway.

But hey, the little thing was in front of him, and he was left all alone with it. If this could provoke the pinkette’s fear, this place would soon turn into his own wonderland. 

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She was quick to notice the stained shirt, but it didn't cross her mind that it could be blood. Most important, how dare him, meeting his future wife with such dirty clothes?

"It's alright, I just got here myself! Oh, my name is Gasai Yuno. You might call me just Yuno, I don't mind--" but she did. Such a stranger calling her by her first name... That was awful, but she needed to get to know him, to learn how to manipulate his cheerful personality. If only he knew how close she was to snapping already!

She breathed in, smiling. Yuno was so tempted to check her cellphone again, even though she didn't hear the known glitch. Yukki. If only he was here, she would not only read but also watch his every move. She held firmly to her purse.

Worried if he would notice how nervous she was, Yuno decided to say something about it. "I'm just so excited to meet you! I never though I'd get engaged so early in life."

Breathe. Think of escaping, of meeting Yukki.

"You said something about searching for materials in an orphanage?" She asked with innocent eyes, "so are you perhaps an art teacher, Ryuunosuke-san?" Well, that was the obvious conclusion, if she took into account the deep red stain.

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Meeting with his soon-to-be wife at a tea shop was far from Ryuunosuke’s tastes. Nothing exciting about it really… And unless this woman was someone with the same taste as himself or his Danna, he highly doubted they would get along. But hey, luring a girl into being part of his masterpiece wouldn’t be so bad after all. Especially if it was his own fiancé. At the moment, he had no interest in using her in any other way.

Ryuunosuke waved his hand, greeting the pinkette as he made himself noticed by her. 

“Yo! Sorry for the wait. I was just… looking around the orphanage for some potential new materials for my newest artwork!” 

The thought of creating a good first impression didn’t even cross his mind at all. Ryuunosuke just wore his usual outfit, though he failed to notice the little stain of blood on his white undershirt that had probably been sitting there for long that he disregarded it as part of the shirt itself. 

He tapped his finger against chin… The male himself had this knife with him, of course, even if was closer to some sort of scalpel. He was like an artist at work who prepared himself if any sort of inspiration struck him at any time. 

“So it’s you?” Her smile was charming… yes, charming enough for him to include her in what he previously thought of. He liked kids and young women the best after all. Plus, the pink hair would compliment the crimson splattering stains too perfectly. The thoughts excited him, even if he had yet to start. He could do this easily, or at least he thought so. He did after all, excelled in attracing his victims, even if acting familiar to a complete stranger wasn’t something he preferred. 

“Name’s Uryuu Ryuunosuke.” Introducing himself, he sat down across the female, legs crossed, face resting on one of his hands. “Yes! I’m sure we’ll get along just fine. So what should I call you?”

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July 28th:

7:02am -- Yukki is eating a nice breakfast. I wish I could be there to make sure he drinks enough milk!

7:13am -- Yukki is heading for school, and he met one of his classmates along the way. Yukki looks adorable! This is awful, she might fall in love with Yukki!

Her future had changed. There was no longer a HAPPY END for her and Yukiteru. Searching for every other entry in her cellphone, there was nothing--

July 29th:

5:39pm -- Yukki is studying in his room for a test. Yukki is so smart!

5:52pm -- Yukki is still studying. Yukki wants to take a bath once he's done.

Nothing. NOTHING. Not a single HAPPY END for them, no matter how much she looked. No no no no no--! This could not be happening! What if they never saw each other again?! No entry mentioned any actions between them. He survived, yet the diary never spoke of a nuclear bombing. He just kept living on, occasionally wondering where did she go.

It was all Dr. Robert's fault, separating her from her beloved Yukiteru like that... and engaging her to some older man that she didn't know! How dare him. How dare-- I'll kill him! I'll tear him apart! This entire civilization could very well be a lie, she thought, or else the Future Diary wouldn't lie to her. Unless they had replaced it while she was incapacitated, though she would only find out if Yukki's future changed and so did the diary.

But for now, she had to play along. Until she found out the truth or a way to escape from this hell, she'd have to be a good fiancé to someone that was not Yukki.

They had combined to meet, for the first time, in one of the underground's tea shops. She needed motivation to act nice towards this stranger, putting all of her best efforts into thinking about the man she loved. It's for Yukki, she told herself. Yuno would find a way to get out of this mess, to be with him!

So when Uryuu arrived, she smiled brightly at him, all the while thinking about the little knife she had in her purse and how she could easily defend herself if there was the need. Who wouldn't believe a fragile 14 year old girl killed her older and taller fiancé because he was trying to violate her? She was smart enough to make any sort of Justice here in Civilization 9 trust her version of the story.

"Hello! I believe you are my fiancé? Sit down, let's talk! I'm sure we will get along well," and Yuno slightly tilted her head to the side, closing her eyes and showing an angelic smile.

I'm so sorry, Yukki! I love you, Yukki!, the guilt was killing her.

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