Clearly, Misaya approves of the skirt.
Clearly, Misaya approves of the skirt.
Yesssss.
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Santo also approves of the skirt (u,u)
I reflect this statement, simply allow me to clarify beforehand(I get confused easily, and I want to assure that I got this right)
Rin, Misaya and Luvia are in class. Misaya is gently caressing Rin's legs with her foot, because Rin is wearing immensely small skirt. LUVIA KNOWS.
And Rin is getting aroused.
Is this right?
BUT WHO WAS PHONE!
...I haven't the least fukken idea why that came to my mind. But yes NT I believe you have it right. Rin wearing miniskirt, Misaya caressing, Luvia watching, Rin getting aroused.
Beam...you have created a monster...we must feed it to ensure its growth.
I feed on yandere, lolis, Seibas, and yuri.
I am pretty omnivorous like that.
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What We Cannot Have
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Her sister got to meet him first.
It had been, by far, the worst thing that could have possibly happened.
After all, she was the older sibling; she was the one with talent, knowledge and skill. She was the cute one, with the exotic blonde hair that defied Japanese norms in a way she knew in retrospect was considered attractive.
So the only possible reason he would have picked someone else was feeling obligated to the first that showed up.
It was understandable! He was such a nice boy! Ahh, with that lovely red hair, the slight hint of muscle on a developing body, those wide yellow eyes... kyaaa~!
She was the one who really loved him! Not her incompetant, worthless little bit-
Sister. Sister was what she meant.
She still had poise, after all. Not like her little sister. She did not rant out loud like that.
So he hadn't picked her.
That was okay.
She would just make sure everything failed between those two, so she could move in to pick up the pieces.
After all, Emiya Shirou had to marry a Sajyou sister.
Manaka just wanted to make sure he picked the right one!
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Oh, she knew encouraging her little sister's reading habits would make her eyesight go bad faster. She'd read something about that herself, somewhere.
Now she had to wear glasses! There was no way Shirou would still find Ayaka attractive with those ugly frames taking up her already dull face-
But that wasn't how it went down.
Shirou...
Ahh...
Why was he so loyal?
Why did he have these qualities, say those comforting things about someone's self image-
And not direct it at her?
...
But it was okay.
She would get bigger, soon, and then there'd be no way for her sister to compete for Shirou's attention.
She'd be tall, and curvy, and she'd make him want to be lost in her bountiful body forever until they couldn't remember where he ended and she began-!
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She was sixteen, now.
She still looked so much younger than she was.
That... that wasn't how she'd planned it to go.
Ayaka kept growing. Manaka didn't.
So when she tried to hug him, tried to let him know how much she loved him, he just pat her head-
Oh why couldn't he keep his hand there, in her hair?
- and treated her like a little sister.
But she was the older one!
She was the one that was mature enough to really love him, to be the one he'd marry and cherish and love and never ever ever look away from.
And if not for the way he was always looking at Ayaka, she'd have just killed the little weakling herself by now.
But...
That wouldn't make him love her, because he was too loyal.
She loved that about him, because she knew he'd never betray the one he loved.
She hated that about him, because it kept him away from her.
Kept him with someone who didn't deserve him, the vile cunt.
What did she have to do?
...
H-He got hurt!
He got hurt, protecting that little whore!
Protecting Ayaka, when he'd never-
"... looks like a twelve year old, the little freak!"
... never been there for her... like that...
When Manaka came out of the red haze that had overtaken her at this realization, she'd left her room in a state that took her days to repair.
The only things that hadn't been ruined were the many, many pictures she'd stolen of Emiya Shirou.
After all, it was only the lesser things of this disgusting world that she hated.
She'd never hurt the parts that celebrated her love.
She had the marks on her sides, still, where she'd cut through her skin with her own nails rather than tear those apart.
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Nineteen.
She hadn't grown physically at all.
And he still wasn't with her.
Manaka didn't come out of her room very often, anymore.
She didn't want to make him worry, so when he'd asked out of curiousity, she merely told him:
"Oh, don't mind me, Shirou! I'm just researching a new spell, is all."
... hoping he'd take at least some interest.
He wasn't a very good magus, she could admit that, so she'd hoped that showing she could help him with that would...
But no.
It was always that wretched slag.
He always went off with her sister, spending more and more time at his own house with her, the place he'd never invited Manaka before.
All because Ayaka met him first.
...
Sajyou Manaka held back her tears, and returned to extracting the blood for the ritual circle.
Maybe the Grail would answer her this time?
She wasn't just imagining its call, she couldn't be!
Because it'd grant her that wish she wanted! All she needed to do was provide the sacrifice.
That was all...
She'd do anything for him.
Anything but leave him with someone else who couldn't appreciate him, that would make him suffer with their inadequecy.
...
There was no more Holy Grail.
Emiya Kiritsugu had done his job too well.
The call of the Grail was all in her head.
But... but she needed him...!
And so she was left to cry, and bleed, in the dark of her bedroom, in a house that was empty of all but her.
Shirou... why...?
Why won't you love me back?
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Part of Beam's Shirou/Ayaka drabble continuity.
A small girl's hopeless desire.
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You made me feel sorry for the murderous yandere.
HOW DID YOU DO THAT.
Because Manaka <3
;_;
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This intrigues me greatly... And an amazing drabble there, Aiden. Well done. =3
I should look into this continuity, for I seem to have missed something extremely interesting. *shame*
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