No More Cuts (Yuri X Male Reader) #2

*(Y/N)'s POV*

I wake to find the bed empty, Yuri no longer sleeping next to me. I sniff the air and smell bacon frying, and I hear the sizzle downstairs. I walk downstairs in my underclothes, and see Yuri. To my surprise, she is wearing the maid outfit from so long ago, with one large change. The panties are gone, her bare ass exposed to the wind. I step up behind her and press my lips to her neck, my hand on her ass, a finger just barely playing with her inner thigh. Yuri moans lightly, and tries to concentrate on the frying bacon. She lifts it from the pan and onto a paper towel, and she turns, pressing her lips to mine.

"Happy Valentine's Day, darling." She says softly.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my love." I respond, and we kiss again. After breakfast, Yuri changes into her school uniform, and we leave, after staggering, a crackle flashing across my vision, as though my vision glitched. Surprisingly, Ǹ̸̢̥̮́̃å̸̛̞͎͓̞̚͝t̵͙̝̑̎̓s̸̭͎̋̌ù̷̮̃k̸̡͇̋i̵͐͜ comes up behind us, and we chat on our way to school. Suddenly, Yuri gasps, as though hit by a revelation. When I ask her what's wrong, she says nothing, and I leave it be. When we reach school, we say goodbye to Ǹ̸̢̥̮́̃å̸̛̞͎͓̞̚͝t̵͙̝̑̎̓s̸̭͎̋̌ù̷̮̃k̸̡͇̋i̵͐͜, and head to class. Classes go by in the usual blur, and we are in the Literature Club. Then Yuri speaks, loud enough for all of us to hear,

"How long have you been spying on us, Ǹ̸̢̥̮́̃å̸̛̞͎͓̞̚͝t̵͙̝̑̎̓s̸̭͎̋̌ù̷̮̃k̸̡͇̋i̵͐͜?" We all gasp, and Natsuki goes pale, a key dropping from her fingers, which she had been toying with. It's Sayori's key to my house. Another crackle across my vision.

"I-I-I-I-"

M̷̨̠͒o̵͙̮̍͝n̵̼̙̅í̵̹́k̸̡̾a̵̝͔̿̈́ yells, "THEM TOO? YOU'VE BEEN SPYING ON THEM TOO?" She hits Ǹ̸̢̥̮́̃å̸̛̞͎͓̞̚͝t̵͙̝̑̎̓s̸̭͎̋̌ù̷̮̃k̸̡͇̋i̵͐͜ across the face, sending her backward. Before I can shout a warning, M̷̨̠͒o̵͙̮̍͝n̵̼̙̅í̵̹́k̸̡̾a̵̝͔̿̈́ pushes Ǹ̸̢̥̮́̃å̸̛̞͎͓̞̚͝t̵͙̝̑̎̓s̸̭͎̋̌ù̷̮̃k̸̡͇̋i̵͐͜, expecting her to hit a wall, instead, her small frame tumbling, as if in slow motion, out the open window. She doesn't scream as she falls six stories, the crunch of bones signaling the end of her life. M̷̨̠͒o̵͙̮̍͝n̵̼̙̅í̵̹́k̸̡̾a̵̝͔̿̈́ gasps and stutters, another crackle across my vision. "I-I-I d-didn't mean-"

CRACK

A hardcover book hits her in the face. X̸̞̀a̴̹͇͒ṿ̶̾i̶̹̰̔̐ê̴̮r̸̗͍̈́ is there, tackling her to the ground, one of Yuri's knives in hand, and he slashes it across her throat, blood spraying across the gray carpet. Sayori screams, and Yuri throws a knife, pinning his hand to the nearby wall. I can barely breath, trying to process Ǹ̸̢̥̮́̃å̸̛̞͎͓̞̚͝t̵͙̝̑̎̓s̸̭͎̋̌ù̷̮̃k̸̡͇̋i̵͐͜ and M̷̨̠͒o̵͙̮̍͝n̵̼̙̅í̵̹́k̸̡̾a̵̝͔̿̈́'s deaths. Security arrives quickly, escorting all of us from the room. When we reach the courtyard, Ǹ̸̢̥̮́̃å̸̛̞͎͓̞̚͝t̵͙̝̑̎̓s̸̭͎̋̌ù̷̮̃k̸̡͇̋i̵͐͜'s shattered body is being moved into a van, and X̸̞̀a̴̹͇͒ṿ̶̾i̶̹̰̔̐ê̴̮r̸̗͍̈́ strains to get to her, until an officer clubs him, knocking him unconscious.

It's been two hours since Ǹ̸̢̥̮́̃å̸̛̞͎͓̞̚͝t̵͙̝̑̎̓s̸̭͎̋̌ù̷̮̃k̸̡͇̋i̵͐͜'s fall, and she is pronounced dead.

Six days after M̷̨̠͒o̵͙̮̍͝n̵̼̙̅í̵̹́k̸̡̾a̵̝͔̿̈́'s death, I see a crackle across my vision, and I fear what it could mean.

It's been a week since M̷̨̠͒o̵͙̮̍͝n̵̼̙̅í̵̹́k̸̡̾a̵̝͔̿̈́'s death, and S̵̼͚̅̾ẳ̵̞ͅy̵͍̿o̵̡͋̚ȓ̶̳̰̉i̵̛͇'s mother finds her, hanging from the ceiling, a note, carved finely on the skin of her chest reads, 'We can be happy together again.'

It's been two weeks since Ǹ̸̢̥̮́̃å̸̛̞͎͓̞̚͝t̵͙̝̑̎̓s̸̭͎̋̌ù̷̮̃k̸̡͇̋i̵͐͜'s death, and X̸̞̀a̴̹͇͒ṿ̶̾i̶̹̰̔̐ê̴̮r̸̗͍̈́ is found guilty of murdering M̷̨̠͒o̵͙̮̍͝n̵̼̙̅í̵̹́k̸̡̾a̵̝͔̿̈́. He is publicly executed.

It's been seven months since X̸̞̀a̴̹͇͒ṿ̶̾i̶̹̰̔̐ê̴̮r̸̗͍̈́'s execution, and Jenna dies of a rare sexual illness.

It's been two and a half years since Ǹ̸̢̥̮́̃å̸̛̞͎͓̞̚͝t̵͙̝̑̎̓s̸̭͎̋̌ù̷̮̃k̸̡͇̋i̵͐͜'s death, and Yuri and I are at the altar, exchanging wedding vows. I kiss her, not thinking about the friends that should be here with us, best man and bridesmaids, were they not dead.

It's been a year since my wedding to Yuri, and I'm sitting on a chair, gazing on my purple haired daughter, Yuri holding her to her body. We decide to name her for a character from the Cycle of Arawn, Lyra. Then, to my horror, memories flow back to me, flooding my head with another life, with Sayori, then another, my life in my real body in the real world, and I silently beg what I know is to happen to stop. I fail.

SAVING FILE. FILE SAVED. PREPARING FOR EJECTION. EJECTING.

*Your POV*

I'm sitting on my bed in my poster covered room, and I see a new picture next to that of Sayori and I with Laramore, another name from the Cycle. Yuri in a hospital bed, one hand holding Lyra, the other holding my hand, both of us smiling on our daughter's face with the joy of seeing new life. Tears run down my face, knowing the years I had just lived would haunt me, not caring, thinking only of clearing away the pain, and placing my mind back into the system. Once more on the mod homescreen, I click quit.