Sarata-chan! Leather Edition

Status: Finished (25th October, 2024)

Collection: Kunicycle

----

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 1, Miramare

Noises from the talkie walkie were disturbing the eerie silence in the castle’s hallway. It seems that everyone is dead, and those who aren’t are going to bleed to death pretty soon. With a knife in hand and a backpack full of chains, the young girl was trying to be as quiet as possible as she was trying to clean the castle of people.

Everyone is annoying to her and even she can’t stand herself sometimes. So her favorite hobby was killing people because she couldn’t kill herself even if she wanted to. The Organization is preventing her, but at the same time testing her limits to see how much she can endure. The experiments were quite cruel, but she was getting paid at least, although in blood, not money.

She had a stubborn conversation with someone who was on the other side of the talkie-walkie, and her shouting made her presence quite obvious to those who were trying to hide or run away from her.

She didn’t care because she’d catch them anyway. All the doors in the castle are locked, and all the victims are tied with chains, with their wrists slit.

The only way for her to leave the castle and go home was to kill everyone inside. The Organization gave her a concrete list of identities that she had to clear out. If the victim didn’t have any sort of documentation on himself she’d take a photo of their face, and also tattoos and moles if they have them. She’d then sent those images to the Beehive whose operator would determine whether it’s the correct person or not. The Operator was subconsciously also her father figure, despite only caring for her because their jobs force them to talk to each other.

The reason they’re arguing is because the girl feels tired. She doesn’t want to continue doing these types of jobs so often, but this time of the year is always full of business. The Ides of March are the best time of the year for executing people, especially important people of higher status for sheer occult reasons. Around 2000 years ago, during the Ides of March, Julius Caesar was brutally stabbed by Brutus, and since then the practice of killing people during this time period has grown exponentially far more popular than before, even though it existed back before Cesar’s death. The castle was full of rich people so the girl was happy to take ordeal in such murders. She can loot their dead bodies while also exercising her sadistic nature she wouldn’t be able to do anywhere else. And of course, hurting animals wasn’t something she’d do, because they obviously didn’t deserve it, unlike humans who have committed the Original Sin.

The girl turned off her communication devices because she was mad at the Operator again.

She started hastily going through every single room, again and again even though she toured the castle multiple times. Apparently, there are more people hiding somewhere, and her job is to kill them all because this story must not make the news.

Her military knife was bloody, but she didn’t ruin her clothes with it, which worried her a lot. The girl had short hair, black camo army pants, a tight black shirt, and military boots on her feet. She was a trained killer abused by the organization whenever they needed to do certain deeds. But she didn’t mind it all too much, because her biological dad was a part of the organization, and his making a child was just a part of the further mind control experiments that the organization was planning. He was a little bit disappointed when he got a daughter.

The girl was told this by the Organization, along with the fact that he’s in the castle tonight. It excited her a little bit but not too much, and yet she was becoming mad because she couldn’t find her father anywhere in the castle.

All the doors were opened and there were no other sounds present other than her boots while she was walking. All the doors were open in the castle and the tied-up dead bodies were visible in some rooms from the hallway itself. While in some other rooms, she had to get into more intimate rooms to get ahold of the target, like the bathroom.

One of her female targets was a beautiful model, who was blonde and thin and basically every man’s ideal trophy wife. She got into her room but didn’t attack her with a knife like she would with the rest of her victims. She took a hammer and beat her up with it. Especially the pretty parts of her body, such as her face and chest. When the target was immobilized but still alive, she tied the skinny model with chains and then cut her tongue off. The screams were terrifying but they didn’t last long, as the model bled to death while the girl was putting on the model’s makeup and eyelash extensions. The model was screaming and bleeding to death with her wrists slit, and tongue lying next to her on the floor, while the girl was sitting on her chair at her table while making herself especially pretty. The girl didn’t like pretty girls even though she wasn’t ugly at all. Her favorite people to kill were skinny white girls, she’d usually cut their tendons or their tongue to make them feel more pain than a regular person would feel if captured by the girl. The ones the girl liked the most just got their jugular cut, while men were always subjected to her regular methods of killing.

The girl doesn’t like the noise, but she likes the control.

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 2, Arabian riff

The Organization can be really cruel, but the girl never thought anything of it. She enjoyed being a part of their murders, especially when they put interesting ritualistic scenarios that are meant to influence different things on a higher plane of existence, that can't be seen with the human eye. The esoteric aspect the organization had was high, and there was even an entire secluded section of mages who were people who were some of the best in fields such as astrology, Kabbalah, alchemy, and all other interesting esoteric fields and sciences. And that's why Miyoko was the most perfect agent they ever had. A young virgin who was specifically made for this purpose, and sold to the organization by her father who has roots to certain nobilities that don't want to be discussed here. She was a special child and she doesn't remember most of her childhood, because during most of it, she was under LSD and other mind-altering drugs, that were helping her accept the experiments the Organization was doing with her. Mind control also has a huge esoteric section to it because if you want to manipulate the mind you also have to manipulate the soul.

Miyoko was placed in a pitch-black room isolated from everything. The door was also black and in the room, there was a woman with long blonde hair and a surgical mask covering her face. She was dressed in a black summer dress made out of a light material. The blonde girl was sitting on a chair placed in the middle of the room and speakers were attached in the corners of the room with nothing else in the room. The girl had blue eyes that were so light they were almost white, she was staring directly at Miyoko who was kinda scared of her gaze. The speakers started emitting a strange piano melody that was soothing and not as scary as someone would expect. It had a very melancholic feel to it though, and Miyoko started swaying her hips in the rhythm like a belly dancer. Despite the fact she was never taught how to properly dance in that style, she was very good at it and was taken by the music almost instantly, falling into some sort of trance. The blonde girl was fascinated with how well Miyoko moved her hips so she placed her hands on Miyoko's waist to feel her body. The rhythm of the music was getting faster and faster but not to a point where it would be too fast, it was still of comfortable pace that Miyoko was able to keep up with, and she was like the music gradually getting quicker and better with belly dancing that she started stripping of her clothes. She was always dressed in simple clothes that were mostly second-hand, so she started taking off her shirt under which was her bra that held her well-developed breasts. After taking her shirt and revealing the lower part of her body to the blonde-haired girl, she started touching Miyoko everywhere she could while she was still dancing in the rhythm to the hypnotizing melody the speakers were emitting. During a part where the pace was getting slower, Miyoko carefully removed the blonde girl's hands off her body and started taking off her pants which she threw to the side where the shirt was. And suddenly, after doing that, the music started picking up the pace just like Miyoko who was swaying her almost naked body in front of this lucky blonde. The two were touching each other but not too perversely, after all, Miyoko's main goal was following the rhythm and keeping up with the song she was dancing to. At certain points that were appropriate with the rhythm of the song, she'd explicitly tease the blonde who was perplexed, sitting on the chair waiting for what Miyoko was going to do next.

Miyoko was carefully going around the chair like a cat while still performing the dance. When the blonde girl would want to turn around to see Miyoko she'd turn her head to make her wait for her to come in front of her, the blonde girl was impatient but Miyoko was rather controlling and trying to seduce her. At least it looked like she was trying to seduce her, there was a certain chemistry between them. Miyoko in this trance state would get behind the girl whose abnormally long hair was almost reaching the floor and she'd caress it, while also smelling it or putting it straight into her mouth. The blonde girl was surprised and she giggled a bit but would immediately stop when she'd do that. Miyoko was like an animal dancing around the blonde girl sitting on a chair, she was like a bird and a snake at the same time.

Whoever was playing the piano on the other side of the speaker was doing a great job. The song wasn't played from a computer, but it was played live and the performer had the ability to control the pace however he wanted to. Without having to worry about already recorded media placing a limit on his creativity, and the intentions he had for this ritual.

The song was getting unusually fast so Miyoko got straight in front of the blonde girl who started touching her again as they got close to each other.

Miyoko then felt a huge drop of red liquid fall on her head that sprouted through her entire body. But that didn't change anything about the way she was dancing. The red liquid got into her eyes but she managed to clear her vision while still maintaining a perfect technique while dancing. The liquid warmed her body even more which was already heated. She definitely had a raised body temperature during this manic state, but that didn't bother her at all so another drop of red liquid was dropped on her head, and when she went to clear her vision again before she was able to, another drop of red liquid fell onto her and even got inside her mouth. The taste was rather metallic, and the blonde girl was a little bit disgusted but she also got hit by the red liquid. She didn't mind it that much and then she placed her hands back on Miyoko, who was dancing to the piano music which was going at a really fast pace. The blonde girl tried to take off Miyoko's underwear but then the person behind the blonde girl dropped a bucket of red liquid onto her as well. Miyoko ignored this, because this person washing them in this odd liquid wasn't important to her, and neither was the blonde girl. She was just dancing and focusing on the music, and she couldn't see or hear anything else. Despite being soaked, she was still going at it and was very happy, but without a smile on her face. Her heartbeat was fast and her sweat was also mixed with the liquid both girls were covered in. The blonde girl didn't want to try and take Miyoko's underwear off anymore since it would be impossible due to how fast she was moving and due to the fact the person behind her would most likely stop her. So she did the most logical thing you can do in this situation and then she placed her hand straight into her underwear to pleasure herself while watching wet Miyoko lose herself in the ecstasy she was experiencing. Both of them were having a great time and the person who was behind the blonde girl would grope her breasts from behind before disappearing and leaving the room.

Both Miyoko and the blonde girl lost track of time and solely focused on music. The girl probably came once or twice because of how beautiful Miyoko was in general, her body was well developed and was perfect for breeding, and it looked very nice especially now that it was so sweaty and wet.

But then the music started getting slower, and both of them noticed the disruption that was caused. Miyoko continued to perform her part flawlessly but the blonde girl looked at the speaker, knowing she had to do what had to be done. The blonde girl had a sharp occult-looking knife with her that she hesitantly was handing out to Miyoko, who gladly accepted it while still doing the dance and then it looked as if she realized something.

The music got slow and grim, and Miyoko stood in place after dancing for who knows how long. The whole ordeal must've taken a huge toll on her body, despite being militaristically trained. She then looked at the blade while the blonde girl was looking at her. It was silence even though the music was still playing.

“Ayase?” Miyoko said and looked at the girl, possibly addressing her.

“I-I.. Yeah?” She was stuttering. Still sitting on that chair and looking like she was about to break down.

“I don’t think you’re Ayase.. Ayase, darling?”

“Well.. About that, what if I am not Ayase?”

“Are you trying to say you are not Ayase?”

“Maybe.. I dunno”

Miyoko got close to the blonde girl who wasn’t Ayase and then she sat on her lap, and then she held her by her waist with the knife still in hand.

“Do you remember when you were in my lap, Ayase? It was just like this”

“Well…..”

“Or perhaps you already forgot.”

“I didn’t forget!”

“Then do you remember the diary I wrote for your sister? How can’t you remember me at all?!”

“I don’t know! I am.. not Ayase”

“What a shame” Then Miyoko went in to kiss the blonde girl’s lips and the blonde girl tried to move her head but wasn’t able to as Miyoko caught her first. And as both of them were making out, while sitting in her lap, Miyoko let go of her waist and stabbed the blonde girl’s thigh while still kissing her.

She quite literally screamed into her mouth which angered Miyoko who was pushed off by the blonde girl on the ground. But Miyoko started wrestling her while simultaneously stabbing her thin thighs as the pace of the music started getting faster and faster just like when Miyoko was bellydancing at the peak of the music’s fast pace.

The whole scene was beautiful. That’s what Miyoko thought as she put in and put out the blade in and out of the blonde girl’s body. The blonde girl’s face wasn’t touched at all, but the rest of her body was completely massacred. Her thighs were basically skinned when Miyoko moved on the girl’s upper part of her body. She cut her breasts off and plunged the knife straight into her heart, and then repeated that process of plunging it in and out again and again. But that wasn’t enough for Miyoko, she really wanted to make that girl totally unrecognizable. So she cut her beautiful long blonde hair but the face mask still stayed on her face. Miyoko didn’t want to remove it as much as she wanted to remove the skin from her back. Having your skin forcefully removed from your back is one of the worst torture methods you can experience, but luckily enough, the girl was already dead long since so Miyoko was just having fun, lost in the trance of the alluring song, although disappointed she didn’t find her “darling”, Ayase or however she called her. The girl has been slaughtered so much that the room looks like a butcher’s shop. Cutouts of the skin were carefully placed and aligned from biggest to smallest, and they were also categorized by the place they were taken off. The cutouts from the thighs (which there wasn’t a lot of) were put in a different row from the skin that was taken off the girl’s back. The skin cutouts taken from the girl’s back were categorized according to which parts of the back they were taken from, so there were three categories – lower, middle, and upper parts of the back. It was quite a gruesome sight but Miyoko felt just like how a regular child would feel while playing with toys. Since the girl’s pussy was also wet from the way she came two or three times while watching Miyoko’s seductive dance, she put her fingers into her pussy and ate a little bit of her discharge, it was quite salty, but Miyoko was yearning for sodium.

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 3, Job application

“So, could you please tell me why did you apply for this job?”

“Both of my parents died and I’m forced to live on the street. There isn’t anything else for me to do really”

“Do you have any experience in this field?”

“I mean, I kinda do. I used to be a good cook, but then my mom died”

“I see. I am very sorry to hear of your loss. How do you think this job will help you with your grieving? Are you sure you don’t want to get some rest”

“No, because I will starve to death? If you don’t want me applying here then just please tell me. I’m a very bold girl and I believe that honesty is one of the greatest virtues out there!”

“Since you believe in honesty, how did you get that scar?”

“Which one?”

“The one on the left side of your neck”

“My mom tried to kill me with a scalpel when I was a child, but then she died!”

“You killed your mom?”

“No, she died way after that incident”

“So you come from an abusive family?”

“You could say so. I don’t know how a normal family looks like”

“How will we be sure you will not be abusive to your coworkers?”

“Well, you can call the police if I misbehave”

“I will have to call the police and the ambulance. Which will pose a significant cost to us”

“Then I can give you a promise, a pinky promise”

“I guess we can accept those”

“Sweet!”

“That doesn’t mean you’re hired yet”

“Fack”

Later that day

“So tell me Miyoko, did you get that job?” A girl, presumably Miyoko’s age, asked her that question.

“The man who was interviewing me said he will think about it. But I think he just wants to sleep with me, which sucks, he’s ugly”

“That sucks, but hey, as long as you’re alive I will also have your back”

“Thank you.. I love you, y’know?”

“I love you too Miyo, wanna have some fun?”

“Aww, how are you always up for those kinds of things? Didn’t you have enough last night”

“Eh, I guess I did but you are just so beautiful. Your body is truly exquisite”

“Trueeee, but I don’t have such developed boobs as you do, my love”

“You can grow your boobs by eating nuts”

“What nuts”

“The fruit, obviously”

“Oh. I get it now”

“What else were you thinking off? Your employer?”

“No! You just need to be more concise when talking about certain things”

“I see”

“Did you hear about the new murder case?”

“Oh, the castle murders?”

“Yes! It’s so scary that the killer is still on the loose. Apparently he’s a sexually repressed maniac who loves killing women, and I heard he has a certain type!”

“Really, what’s his type?”

“I exactly fit his type! He likes women who are on the little chubbier side”

“Haha, are you implying that I’m the killer..”

“If you are the killer then kill me already, you silly goose”

“Don’t joke like that, maybe I will”

“You can’t be the killer though, even if you wanted to! It’s a male and his initials are B.B.”

“Ah I see”

“I wish Miyoko would kill me in a different way, if you know what I mean” The girl chuckled obnoxiously.

“Haha, that’s a funny play on words. Too bad you can’t be Miyoko Wish”

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 4, Sisterism

Waking up from a quick nap Miyoko quickly grabbed the knife that was lying next to her. She adjusted her backpack full of chains and got up from the pool of blood she was lying in for some reason. She didn’t have any recollections of how that blood got there or why she even fell asleep, but she knew that her task was still not finished.

But after all, she really appreciated the resting time she had but knew that her higher-ups would have a problem with her slacking on the job.

And then as soon as she left the room she was lying in, her communication device started ringing and she picked up the line.

“Hello?” Miyoko asked shily.

“Where are you?” The voice was heavily processed through a certain filter that made it indistinguishable. She only knew that person was an older male, who goes by the name Ruya. Which of course, isn’t his real name but rather just an alias for work and other duties.

“I’m still in the castle, why?”

“I obviously know you are in the castle. I need to know why you haven’t still executed your task. Time is running out, you know”

“I know it is, I.. fell asleep”

“Huh?! Why?”

“What do you mean why? I was sleepy, I just woke up in a pool of blood in some random room. Why did you even decide to call me”

“In a random room in a pool of blood?”

“Yes”

“You are hallucinating”

“How so?!”

“Because I said so. Also, the reason why I called is to tell you where your last victim is”

“Oh really? You are so kind!”

“There is no need for you to be sarcastic. We are a team after all and you are my disciple”

“That’s true”

“On what floor are you now?”

“Idk”

“I see. Go to the last floor and check the second door to the left”

“I was already in there though?”

“And how come you didn’t see that the girl’s asleep?”

“The lights were on probably”

“Go into there, and kill her. There’s no need for you to be too brutal. Just get this over with”

“Yessir”

“Have fun”

As soon as their conversation ended, Miyoko started running as fast as she could to the last floor of the castle. She had a knife in her hand and already had enough of this ordeal.

When she approached the door, she stood by it for a second to catch a breath or two and she readied her knife just in case the girl fights back.

She opened the door and saw that the lights were off, and the girl was indeed asleep. Miyoko looked around the room while slowly approaching the girl – she didn’t close the door because she needed the light from the hallway. She didn’t want to turn on the lights in the room and instantly wake up the girl.

This room looked like your regular hotel room you would find in a 4-star hotel. On the drawers, Miyoko noticed makeup, various identification documents, and a music box.

The music box had initials “M.W” and she decided to wind it up because there’s nothing more terrifying than being killed while a peaceful chime of the music box is running in the background.

When Miyoko winded up the music box, her gaze landed on the multiple passports next to it that were lying on some documents. She started reading the document out of curiosity as the music box started going. The document was an international travel document for children, presumably for the little girl sleeping. Then the name and surname of Miyoko’s father caught her attention, with the name and surname of an unknown female with their signatures on the same document for international travel for their child. Miyoko saw her surname next to a little girl’s name she didn’t recognize, Miyoko realized in a moment that this was her little sister. That was impossible though since Miyoko’s mother is presumably dead, so it can only mean that her dad made a child with another woman, and then he gave that other woman happiness that her mom didn’t have, and that girl had a very happy life which Miyoko didn’t have. And she was daddy’s little girl which Miyoko wasn’t, and as she looked around the room a little bit more, she could see toys, clothes, and all the other stuff she didn’t have while this girl’s age. Instead, she was subjected to constant doctor visits and trips to the institution she now works for.

She found the whole thing ironic, so she dropped the knife and her backpack on the ground.

The little girl seemed to be waking up, but she was going back to sleep as the music box was playing a nice tune of the Arabian riff, which was her favorite melody and a spell that always got her going.

Seeing how vulnerable the little girl was, Miyoko changed her mind and left the knife in the room, sat on the ground, and looked at the little girl’s gentle face for a little while. It was barely visible since it was dark in the room, but even though they were worlds apart, the music box was still playing the song, for both of them.

Miyoko turned on her communication device and then contacted Ruya, who was surprised that Miyoko called him so quickly, but as soon as he heard the melody of the music box playing in the background, he stopped himself from saying anything.

Outside it was raining, there was thunder but the sun was still out.

Miyoko grabbed the chains from her backpack, got up, and went straight towards the girl.

“I love my house”

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 5, Pyramid Collapsium

The desert wind was giving Miyoko a lot of trouble. She couldn’t see well while approaching the mysterious pyramid in the desert. The pyramid was very tall and only visible to certain people in a certain area at a certain time, you could say it appears and disappears, and inside there’s some kind of a closed space.

That’s where Miyoko was heading, as her organization and Ruya had commanded her to go there to retrieve a certain artefact from an infamous sorceress.

All communications with the headquarters had been severed a long time ago, and Miyoko was left alone to face this new enemy. She feels confident about it though.

She got to a door-like entrance of the pyramids and the doors opened like slide doors in a supermarket.

Miyoko got in and the hallway wasn’t big at all, and it had an immediate turn to the left that made everything behind her disappear once she passed it. Then she found herself in a totally new room without a way of going back.

It was a huge room full of pillars that had fire on top of them. There were a few rows of stairs towards a higher place in the room where the throne was. On the throne, there was a little girl dressed in fancy clothing that European royalty would wear. It was a simple lady attire, simple by royal standards, and she had a sceptre in her hand with a ruby jewel on top of it that caught a lot of attention.

The little girl got up from sitting on the throne and she looked at Miyoko in disgust.

“Finished high school, eh?” Miyoko made a witty remark, getting closer to her while still being pretty far away. She took a military knife out of her pocket just in case.

“I did not permit you to take a weapon in front of me, kneel down and introduce yourself, mortal” The little girl had a girly but assertive voice. Her hair was short and very tidy.

She had a clean face and an assertive look. She was very white but her hair and eyes were dark.

“If I don’t have a weapon on me you can just smite me down with your magic” Miyoko stood her ground.

“Hm. Fair point. But still, before we fight it would be fair if you told me a little bit about you. We can even sit down for a cup of tea if you are up for it?” The little girl was still aiming the sceptre at Miyoko.

“My name is Miyoko Wish, what’s yours?”

“Cleopatra, I’m not revealing my surname though. That would be unwise of me. But looking at you and how you look, I doubt you even went to school, hmph!” The little girl stopped aiming the sceptre and just crossed her arms, still pretty angry at Miyoko for invading her private space.

“True! You got that right, so you aren’t the famous Cleopatra everyone knows about?”

“As far as you’re concerned that doesn’t even have to be my real name. You are stupid and therefore you should die” Cleopatra shot a hot red beam from her staff as soon as Miyoko stopped talking but she managed to dodge it.

Miyoko then threw the military knife directly at Cleopatra but it dematerialized along the way and it just turned into a pile of dust that fell in front of her feet.

“Do you think you can kill me this easily?” Cleopatra smiled and she started taking steps down towards Miyoko who was forced to run around the room because it was full of hot red laser beams that Cleopatra was sending towards her along the way.

Miyoko had a lot of knives on her and she was heavily armed. She was commanded to not kill Cleopatra so they forbid her to bring any guns to the meeting with her because she also could’ve easily rejected it and not let her in the pyramids considering how unfair of an advantage Miyoko would’ve had then.

Miyoko’s blade was capable of deflecting the laser beam, and she was incredibly quick and agile in comparison to an average human being and even an athlete.

She was programmed for these types of situations.

Eventually, once Cleopatra got down enough she stopped sending lasers Miyoko’s way.

“What’s your problem?!??! There’s really no need for so many laser beams” Miyoko complained.

“You should say that to your employer, I don’t want this staff stolen from me. I like my position as the guardian of this closed space, there are many benefits that come with it”

“Yeah, I don’t care really, let’s just continue”

“Okay, go ahead, throw your knife at me or something. I dunno what you want to do”

Miyoko was admiring how elegant Cleopatra looked. Her skin wasn’t showing at all, outside of her neck and wrists obviously. It’s pointless to cover those parts of the body anyway.

“Isn’t it too hot to be wearing that? You should take off your clothes, girlie”

“Huh? Is my clothing really bothering you? Are you a pervert?”

“No, I just think if you dress so nicely then you must look even nicer under those clothes”

“That’s weird? Do they pay you that little that you’re already giving up”

“No, it’s just that I think you have a beautiful figure..” Miyoko paused.

“WHICH I WANT TO DEVOUVER” She then threw three throwing knives directly at Cleopatra who didn’t expect them at all.

Miyoko wasn’t aiming for her body, the knives were meant to miss her body. They grazed her clothing instead and Miyoko used that moment of Cleopatra’s confusion to get closer to her and she managed to tackle her and bring her on the ground, as the previous long distance between them two got significantly shorter as Cleopatra got closer to Miyoko.

Miyoko pinned her erotically to the ground while smiling. She was holding her by her wrists and was on top of her while Cleopatra’s staff was far away from her so she couldn’t do anything even if she wanted to.

“Hello missy” Miyoko grinned at Cleopatra who was sweating and panicking. Their faces were so close together, that it looked like Miyoko wanted to kiss Cleopatra.

“You really are stupid” Even Cleopatra laughed.

“Ta Bula!” Cleopatra shouted and startled Miyoko who noticed in the corner of the eye the staff charging as soon as Cleopatra said those two words.

She didn’t have enough time to react so she just got closer to Cleopatra and went into a kiss with her to avoid the laser that was clearly aiming for her head. Miyoko’s lips were now pressed on Cleopatra’s and she started making out with her to stop her from talking, and to savor the little princesses’ lips. Miyoko put all of her energy into that kiss, closing her eyes and becoming passionate with little Cleopatra who was trying to move her head but was unable to because of how hard Miyoko was pressing her against the ground.

But then a sudden explosion came out of the staff that wasn’t fiery at all, but rather it felt like a massive amount of force just pushed Miyoko off of Cleopatra and unfortunately Miyoko was pushed into the room’s wall, and their tender lips had to say goodbye to each other.

Cleopatra didn’t have big lips, they were small but still there, and quite red too. They looked so kissable, hence why Miyoko couldn’t resist the urge to feel the taste of royalty. Miyoko’s lips were normal, maybe a little bit bigger than average, which is fairly attractive for a girl like her.

“Fuck!” Miyoko said as her back hit the wall. There was a huge hole left in the wall and Miyoko couldn’t move at all. The force that came from the staff was that strong and it basically signaled a game over for Miyoko.

Cleopatra got up, with a bratty smile on her face, and her eyebrows which looked quite angry. She was blushing really badly while slowly wiping her lips with her sleeve.

She even giggled, before coming closer towards Miyoko who wasn’t happy at all with how everything turned out. Feelings of guilt came over her because she wasn’t able to do something Ruya asked her to, knowing he would also get in trouble if she didn’t succeed. But also she felt very sad because she had to stop kissing Cleopatra, who Miyoko thought was a very beautiful girl.

“It seems like you weren’t careful enough” Cleopatra was still smiling like a little brat.

Miyoko still wasn’t able to talk or wasn’t willing perhaps. She was silent as Cleopatra was just standing a few meters in front of her.

“The staff has a defence mechanism engraved into its code. When I called the beam to hit you, in case it fails to hit the target, the staff is programmed to explode because that means some kind of sabotage was going on, and that’s how I managed to get you”

“Whatever” Miyoko was disappointed, looking at the ground and avoiding Cleopatra’s bratty assertive gaze.

“Don’t be so sad” She threw the staff at Miyoko.

And Miyoko instantly caught it.

“Why?” Was all Miyoko asked the smug Cleopatra.

“You are my first kiss. It felt really nice….” Cleopatra seemed to be lost in her own world. Miyoko really knew how to kiss well.

“That’s all?” Miyoko was confused.

“Your only task is to bring back the staff. Right?”

“Well yeah, they only said that I should do that”

“Right! Also, there isn’t a way for anyone to hear this conversation because the closed space deactivates all transmitters and whatnot. So I’m letting you go”

“You’re letting me go.. huh? I suppose no one can use this besides you”

“That’s right! You’re smart for someone with no school”

“Thanks”

“No one besides me can use this, so you might as well can take it. I have an arsenal of other weapons with which I will hunt you down some other time”

“You really are generous, princess. If I could move I would maybe even kneel down to you”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Take this too” Cleopatra took a very small glass bottle out of her pocket and threw it straight to Miyoko who caught it without a problem.

It says “Drink Me” on the bottle.

“Is this a magic potion of healing?”

“Correct~! Can I have your number?”

“Sure….”

Miyoko and Cleopatra exchanged phone numbers. They were both very happy, especially Miyoko after she could move again after drinking that odd liquid inside the glass bottle.

Cleopatra went back on her throne and Miyoko sat right beside her, but on the ground. She looked like Cleopatra’s cat more than anything and they actually genuinely enjoyed each other’s company as they talked a bit and shared some of their interests. Miyoko gets along with almost everyone, but Cleopatra is the type of person she just knows she’s going to have a nice fun time with.

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 6, Demon Inside

I opened the door of the fishing cabin but my target wasn’t there. His fishing rod was there on the ground next to a pair of running shoes.

Miyoko instantly thought about that he’s might somewhere further down in the swamp.

She left the little hut and looked at the red lake.

It was completely still and the crimson color reminded her of what she had to do, and of what had to be done.

Miyoko pulled her hunting knife out of the holster and as the little hut and the pier in front of it were surrounded by a big forest that encapsulated the borders of the lake, she went into the forest, searching for her prey.

One of the biggest problems during this hunt is that Miyoko doesn’t know how her target looks. The target was given the knowledge he was being hunted by a tan girl with black hair and “deadly weapons”, and Miyoko was given the location of this man.

Ruya told her there was a possible chance of her getting killed by this man, as he had time to prepare for the attack.

Miyoko listened and armed herself before coming. Her rich girlfriend was her sponsor basically, although she didn’t know that money was going towards weapons and drugs instead of her “school tuition”.

Going around the forest wasn’t a problem for Miyoko as the path was clear enough for her to pass.

It was raining the night before so she could see the man’s footprints that his heavy boots left on the ground.

She followed the trail but also kept in mind it could be a diversion, and there could be more than one man since he was already informed of what was going to occur to him.

The situation was rather intense, at least that’s how Miyoko felt, but that’s what also got her going the most.

Suddenly, an arrow passed right in front of Miyoko’s face hitting the tree left to her. She turned around to see where it came from only to see a masked man in camouflage getting out of the bush while reloading his crossbow.

She put one hand in her pocket taking out a throwing knife that she threw directly at his chest, but he deflected it with his metal crossbow instead.

After that failed he shot again at Miyoko and the arrow hit her in the chest, but luckily her body armor prevented the arrow from going any deeper into her body, and heart. 

She started running towards him with the combat knife in hand but he grabbed her by the arm and she slashed his forearm two times which made him let her and the crossbow go.

He was going for something attached to his belt but she threw a few knives at his face so he had to dodge them instead.

Miyoko ran towards his legs, staying as low as possible to the ground to avoid being grabbed again, but instead, she got kicked.

She defended her head by absorbing the kick with her arms, but then she immediately lunged directly at him with the knife, aiming for his abdomen she slipped on the mud and fell right into his knee which he instantly raised up to break her head.

After receiving the blow Miyoko immediately backed out putting her hand on her head, touching the bloody opening the man made with his knee, while feeling a whole lot of hot blood that was now going down her face.

“Listen, bitch. I know they sent you but I haven’t done anything wrong, can’t we resolve this issue differently?” The man was panting, he was obviously tired.

“Well, maybe we could’ve done that if you didn’t open my head a mere moment ago”

“You attacked me first. This counts as self-defence by law”

“Listen! I don’t know who you even are, I just know I have to kill you, otherwise they will leash their anger out on me”

“Who is they?”

“The Organization, obviously”

“Why are they using little girls for their jobs, shouldn’t you be in school?”

“I’m older than I look, and also..”

“Continue?”

“Poison is kept in small bottles” Miyoko reached out for the gun that was in her holster and she instantly shot at the man a few times hitting him right in the chest.

“Die!” She didn’t stop firing from her M9 until the man fell to the ground.

She reloaded the gun and got closer to the corpse, inspecting if it was still alive or not. She uncovered took off the mask of this man and it was a face she didn’t recognize. She checked the man’s pockets to find some cash or something else that may be important for the Organization, but instead of any of those two things she found a talkie-walkie.

“Shit” Miyoko quickly turned around, shooting another man in a full camo outfit just right before he was about to pull the trigger and shoot her in the back of her head.

She started panicking as she slipped on the mud falling fully onto the ground and hitting her head on the tree.

“Something’s wrong?” The man said while getting down to grab the gun he dropped.

“Nope!” Miyoko took a grenade from her pocket, took out the pin, and threw it directly at the man who ducked for cover.

“You stupid whore, I will kill you and desecrate your dead body!” He shouted while trying to take cover behind a conveniently placed giant rock, Miyoko could see him holding onto his gun so she started shooting in his direction.

“Die! Die! Die!” She was shouting out of frustration and then the grenade exploded but the explosion and grenade shards missed them both.

So she started running into the forest, away from the unknown man.

As she was running she was swearing profusely, as she could hear footsteps catching up to her as the man jumped and grabbed her by the waist, bringing her down with himself onto the muddy ground.

She reflexively put the knife up his throat and he pointed a gun directly at her head. He was on top of her, and ready to shoot, while she was on the bottom and ready to slit his throat at any moment.

“You know, it will take you longer to slit my throat than it will take me to pull the trigger”

“So?”

“How about we have some fun while we’re in this position”

“Ugh, make me”

“I will, bitch” 

The man started unbuttoning Miyoko’s pants and taking them off along with her belt.

Miyoko wore tight white teddy bear underwear, even though it was definitely not suited for her age.

As soon as her underwear was revealed and the man’s attention was fully placed on the teddy bear underwear, Miyoko moved her head to the side away from where the gun was pointing while slashing the man’s throat at the same time.

Before having his blood spill everywhere, including on Miyoko, the man pulled the trigger and missed Miyoko’s head by a few centimeters, which still definitely gave her permanent hearing damage.

“Shit..” Miyoko muttered as the man was bleeding all over the place, with her teddy bear underwear exposed.

“He’s the first one to fall for this trick” She said to herself with a smile, falling asleep next to this man’s bleeding corpse.

And suddenly, she was awake again.

Miyoko was placed in the back of a van along with the man who almost became her lover.

The driver didn’t speak and she wasn’t able to see his face either, but a familiar voice could be heard from a telecommunication device.

“Good job, Miyoko. I didn’t know there would be two men out there in the forest” She could hear her partner flipping through some pages.

“Our crew member found you in an interesting situation, but I won’t ask anything about that”

Miyoko could hear him flipping more pages.

“It seems you’re free for now. The medical bill is on us this time. I don’t know how will you explain your wounds to your partner, but that’s on you, not on us”

The connection was terminated and she was lying there, without saying anything, unconsciously staring at the man she killed not too long ago.

One of the things that was still bugging her was the incident that happened in the Miramare castle.

She had no idea why she fell asleep and woke up in a random pool of blood since she didn’t have any wounds and she was completely alone in the castle as well, since all other targets had been eliminated at that time.

She attributed that thing to the Organization, not thinking much about it.

“Hey.. driver, can you speak?”

The driver didn’t say anything as Miyoko tried to communicate with him.

“That’s a shame, I’m quite bored in here. Can you play me some music?”

The driver stood silent but he turned on the radio.

“Thanks”

“I assume that if you speak to me, they will get rid off you. After all, that’s why they got rid of the driver that worked here before you”

“I even considered going on a date with him, he seemed sweet but the Organization doesn’t want me to be too happy, since it’s not written anywhere in the program”

“They seem to be infatuated with me the most”

After some time Miyoko got escorted into the emergency room and she had to spend some time at the hospital, just in case she suffered some brain damage or something. Her head had to be tested, and she didn’t feel all too well either.

She called her girlfriend to tell her about it and she was quite worried at first, promising to visit her during the first visiting hours tomorrow.

They talked a bit on the phone and then Miyoko said she was going to sleep. She thanked her partner.

Miyoko wasn’t attached to any tubes or anything so she was able to move freely. Before getting up, she opened one of the drawers that were next to her bed and she took out a letter opener that was left in there, probably by some old person because who even sends letters in this day and age.

She then proceeded to get out of her bed, putting her small feet into fluffy slippers that represented an orange rabbit. Then, she went into the hallway that was long and full of doors, but instead of going through any of them, she went to the female bathroom. She opened one of the stalls and then she sat onto the toilet, thinking about whether to hurt herself or not because of the thing that happened today.

“How could have I fallen asleep in the middle of the operation? I almost got molested by this man and there were even two of them. Imagine if I got shot, holy fack, I’m so incompetent! It was so flawed and I performed worse than usual, I shouldn’t have let them corner me in the forest, why did I even go there? Now imagine if both of them attacked me at the same time! I would’ve been dead or, actually not, I would’ve been brutally ruined by these filthy men. I’m so disgusting, I’m so stupid, I’m so retarded, I’m so.. everything bad!”

Miyoko was breaking down on the toilet while considering and reconsidering whether to cut herself or not. She knew that if she cut her wrists she would be saved and penalized by the Organization afterwards. They always prevent her from committing suicide and are pretty good at keeping her alive. 

She put the sharp letter opener next to her wrist for the last time and then, blood started coming out.

“Shit” She muttered silently, pulling her feet out of her slippers and hugging her knees while still sitting on the toilet.

“I’m such an idiot” Miyoko is on her period.

The blood coming from her private parts was leaking slowly, leaving a huge stain on the hospital clothes.

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 7, Baghpipes

Miyoko took out a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket’s pocket while strolling down the city’s main street. It was packed with people, so she had to get a little bit away to be able to light her cigarette. The cigarettes she was smoking were called “Shadies”, she particularly liked the slim version, since they’re more woman-like and she just finds them more appealing.

Usually, Miyoko doesn’t smoke, but she picked that habit from her girlfriend, who’s busy recording some videos, as that’s her day-to-day job.

Being a lesbian and a nymphomaniac makes you undatable, but Miyoko didn’t mind, since she was rich as fuck.

Miyoko blinked and then the entire city just instantly disappeared, and a large flash of light appeared, shining directly at her face. The lamp was being held by a person with a white rabbit mask. Other than that, everything else that person was wearing was totally black.

Once the person saw that Miyoko was awake, they quickly left the room which was also, by surprise, pitch black. So Miyoko was left alone, tied to a chair, in a pretty familiar setting. She was sad she didn’t remember the taste of her cigarette, since that’s the last memory she can recall, but she also didn’t mind since her smoking craving was satisfied, since she supposed she smoked that cigarette to the end, or maybe she didn’t. It’s not like she can know anyhow, but there are matters far more important than something like that, probably.

Suddenly, Miyoko started choking.

“The fuck?!” She exclaimed.

A mysterious gas was being slowly let into the room. It was odorless, it was colorless, and it was totally invisible.

Miyoko was basically in a gas chamber.

She didn’t have long nails at all, but she tried clawing them into her skin because the pain her lungs were experiencing was unbearable. Her eyes also hurt and burned at the same time so she had to close them, but the sensation wouldn’t go away regardless. Her entire skin itched, it felt like her hair was falling off, and if she opened her mouth, the inside of it would get totally burned, probably.

Each breath, made her cry more, but she was staying silent as much as she was able to. If someone saw this it would seem like torture of a POW during an unlawful interrogation. Miyoko wasn’t having any fun at all.

She was rattling the chair but it was fixed to the ground so she didn’t move at all.

And then, a specific bagpipe melody could be heard from the speakers she’s already too familiar with.

The melody of the bagpipes guided her pain.

“Miyoooookoooooo”

“…”

“Miyooooooooo”

“…”

She could hear a familiar voice, but she wasn’t able to respond back to it.

Miyoko opened her eyes and saw herself lying in bed back at home with her girlfriend, glued to her lips.

Not literally though, thankfully. Her girlfriend was kissing Miyoko but she didn’t want to let go at all. The kisses were sloppy, the girlfriend was gropey, and Miyoko was being molested in her own home practically, but she didn’t mind that too much. She enjoyed the force her girlfriend was applying to her body, but there was a problem, and the problem is that the girlfriend didn’t want to let go of Miyoko’s lips, and she just kept kissing her and kissing her and Miyoko couldn’t do anything to push her off her lips.

And the longer she kissed her, the longer the sound of bagpipes dragged on and everything just faded away into two adult males, dressed in all black with bunny masks, chasing each other’s bunny tails in front of Miyoko’s feet. Going in circles while following the pace of the music that wouldn’t make you want to sleep. An eerie sound of bagpipes penetrating the empty room, and Miyoko’s eardrums.

Miyoko kept her mouth sown shut, or maybe it was actually sown shut.

Then right at that moment, everything faded to her bedroom again with her girlfriend nibbling on her ear, sucking the tip in order to leave a noticeable hickey on the tip of Miyoko’s ear.

“I love you”

“I want you”

“I need you”

And similar whispers were going into Miyoko’s ears. Her girlfriend was really passionate that night, but Miyoko was dry as a dry leaf. Everything hurt and scratched, but she couldn’t do anything to get rid of all the various sensations she was feeling. For a moment she was in her bed getting molested by her partner, while for another moment she was tied in a gas chamber, being subjected to two adult bunnies, possibly in latex costumes, running around and chasing each other tails, on the floor.

It was quite a sight to see, mixed with bagpipes that penetrated all obstacles that the soundwaves it was producing were encountering.

Miyoko Wish’s wish was to die, but that couldn’t be granted yet, and it probably never will.

With such cynicism, Miyoko noticed something interesting happening to her hand. She wasn’t able to open her left palm, it was totally shut and something was leaking out of it. She used her other hand to try and open it, and she got used to the tension and everything happening to her as if she had any other choice. By touching the mysterious object her hand wouldn’t let go, she noticed it was very sharp, and she cut herself upon dragging her finger slowly across it.

Whoever tied her up also hid a razor blade, in her hand though.

With that in mind, she began cutting her way out of the situation she was in. Even though the blade was sharp, it wasn’t sharp enough to instantly cut through the tight piece of whatever was holding her hands there, but with enough determination and patience, she managed to do it.

The adult rabbits were still going in circles in front of her and she thought it was pretty odd. Although she couldn’t open her eyes completely, by squinting she could get a basic overview of what was in front of her.

Miyoko finally freed her hands and then she realized the mysterious gas has been, for the most part, sucked out of the room. So she completely opened her eyes, and even though the remains of the gas burned her eyes, it was bearable. She noticed a military knife from her favorite brand lying under the metal chair she was fixed on.

She picked it up and then began cutting the rope pieces that were tied around her feet, and when she completely freed herself, the bagpipes completely changed their melody and now everything seemed to be going in Miyoko’s favor. The adult rabbits stopped chasing each other and were just staring at Miyoko, visibly shaking, ready for their judgment.

Miyoko grabbed the one that was closest to her by his ears and she started cutting his neck with this very sharp knife, but she didn’t cut his throat, rather the back of his neck, and the rabbit man screamed but the noises he was emitting were very blocked by the loud and irritating bagpipes that were like a calm music box to Miyoko, but a very bad sound to the victims who were now facing her.

The man was bleeding everywhere and Miyoko gave up after she wasn’t able to completely decapitate his head.

She was always too optimistic.

And then it was the other adult rabbit's turn, so she grabbed the knife and just put it through his skull, then she pulled it out again and put it back in, and then she proceeded to repeatedly repeat the process of stabbing the rabbit man’s head until she grew bored of it.

Miyoko blinked and then she mysteriously switched locations again, and now was in her bedroom with her partner nowhere to be found. Miyoko got out of bed and noticed that her partner was sleeping on the floor, with a lot of visible bruises, bite marks, and scratches. It appears that Miyoko just became a part of the domestic violence in lesbian couples’ statistics.

Some time has passed. Actually, a lot of time has passed. After the “Bagpipe Incident” Miyoko got kicked out of her previous residence. Her girlfriend broke up with her and yeah, it was kinda sad. Miyoko had to say goodbye to hot meals, a warm bed, a clean toilet (for the most part), free wifi, and other very useful commodities.

So the only logical choice Miyoko had was to go back to work.

“So where am I going now?” She put the telecommunication device up to her mouth.

“You are now assigned to the Miramare Castle”

“Where the fuck is that?” Miyoko never went to school.

Miyoko was told where and when to show up at the airport. She was going by plane to Malta since that’s where one of the organization bases was located, because before performing the special operation, Miyoko needed to perform certain health checks, brain scans, and other stuff. She will be completely hospitalized in one of their hospitals, so she can receive the right dose of the right medication which will continue to numb her emotions.

Miyoko checked into the airport and eventually got into the plane, and then into her seat. She was sitting next to a girl significantly younger than her. Miyoko was glad she wasn’t sitting next to a perverted old man or something like that. She was in the middle, while the little girl was sitting next to the window, and some older woman was sitting on the other side of Miyoko. The flight was going to be long, so Miyoko took that time to finally sleep because the following nights would become restless when she came to Malta.

She finally felt at ease though. Being surrounded by other people makes her feel comfortable, even if they’re strangers.

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 8, Interlude

As soon as the plane got off Miyoko fell asleep. She was tired and restless and this was the perfect time to get some rest while feeling so comfortable – she felt like she was lying in a bed covered by fuzzy covers. Even though she was sitting in a plane in the middle of two people, she still appreciated it a lot.

After 2 or 3 hours of sleeping, Miyoko woke up and was quite glad she was safe, but she was also very bored. She didn't bring anything to entertain herself because she assumed she'd sleep through most of the flight.

But she wasn't able to fall asleep again and was forced to just stare at the back of the seat that was in front of her.

The woman next to her was sleeping too, while the little girl that was next to the window was awake, fidgeting in her seat, obviously perpetually bored and looking for some sort of entertainment. Miyoko isn't used to making small talk with others, but this girl seemed like her only option to kill time.

„Nice hat“ Miyoko turned her head to the little girl and complimented her witch hat.

How did they even let her wear that? Are there any restrictions against witch hats in aircraft?

„Heh, you like my hat? Thank you“

After the little girl said that, an awkward moment of silence entered the plane.

Miyoko didn't know if she was supposed to say anything and the little girl didn't say anything conversation-worthy either.

„Are you here with your parents?“

„Nope! They will be waiting for me at the airport“

More silence occurred, and Miyoko regretted her conversation attempts.

„Also, it's quite bold of you to assume that someone has parents. Imagine if I told you my mother is dead or something like that, that'd be a hell of an uncomfortable flight!“ The little girl added out of nowhere.

She had a witch's hat that matched her unusual attire - Miyoko assumed she was cosplaying someone or something because there was no way someone would casually dress a witch.

Maybe witches would dress as witches though.

„Now that you say so.. you have a point. Also, my mom and dad are dead“

„What?“ The little girl was shocked.

„Now you're going to be uncomfortable for the rest of the flight. Enjoy“

„Hey you can't do that! You can't use my tactic against me“

„Yes I can, because my parents are dead“

„W-Why, how..?“

„I killed them“

„I didn't ask you why are they dead, I was talking to myself! Geez!“

„So, what's your name?“

„Umhmmm, mom told me to never talk to strangers“

„Why not? A lot of strangers are way more trustworthy than most of your friends“

„Huh? You are weird, lady“

„Lady? How old do I look?“

„I'd say you're in your 20s“

„Close enough, what about you though. Finished middle school?“

„Not yet! I'm 14, it's coming to an end soon“

„That's nice, have any plans for the future?“

„I will be a witch, actually no, I'm already a witch!“

„Yeah I could tell. Who are you cosplaying?“

„What?! I'm not cosplaying anyone, this is just how I dress every day“

„You unironically dress like a witch? You are interesting“

„Adults can't understand such things, so I'm not blaming you for anything“

„Huh, I turned 18 fairly recently. I'm not an adult“

„Yes you are!“

„I don't feel like one though, I'm still a child at heart“

„Then you'd understand why I dress like a witch“

„...“

„Adults are so not creative, they're so boring! You're going to live once so why not make it at least somewhat interesting?“

„What if you reincarnate?“

„It's still inexcusable to waste time on trivial matters, and not dress like a witch!“

„Hm, maybe you do have a point. Can you do me a favor then?“

„Sure, anything from potion brewery to making effigies is my specialty“

„Can you cast spells?“

„What spell do you need?“

„Can you cast a spell of luck or something. I'd like to win lottery“

„The Council of Witches has forbidden me to use that type of magic for such selfish uses“

„What? How is it selfish, you're helping me, not yourself“

„Ughhhhh I was just forbidden to use it. Argue with them, not with me“

„Okay then, can you cast a love spell on me?“

„You are too pretty, it won't work“

„A love spell won't work if I'm too pretty? I'm flattered you gave me such a compliment, I'm not complaining“

„Am I pretty?“

The little girl looked very curious and was looking Miyoko straight into her eyes, waiting for an answer.

„Obviously. In that outfit you look like a real-life doll“

„Thanks“ The little girl gave Miyoko a genuine smile.

„You have a boyfriend?“ Miyoko asked.

„Nope! Boys are boring, and no one believes me I'm a witch. They even ridicule me sometimes for it, it's very stupid“

„I agree, boys are truly boring. Do you want to be my girlfriend?“

„What?!“ The little girl shouted which shocked Miyoko, who put a finger up to her lips because the girl was too loud.

„Something's wrong?“

„No.. it's just that.... Ummm“ The girl was getting red out of embarrassment.

„Ah sorry, it's quite rude of me to not even ask for your name“

„Yeah... you're right!“ The little girl was still flustered.

„So, what's your name?“

„My name is Mary“

„Just Mary?“

„What weirdo is interested in a stranger's surname?“

„Me!“ Miyoko smiled and the girl laughed in disappointment.

„My name is Mary Müller, nice to meet you. What's your name?“ Mary put her hand out to shake Miyoko's and laughed at the informal formalities.

Miyoko also laughed before giving a response and then she proceeded to shake her hand.

„Your surname is specifically interesting Wish-chan“

„Are you seriously going to call me Wish-chan?“

„No“

„That was a surname I chose for myself. I don't have a memory of my parents dying, but I know they're dead. Doesn't it sound cool?“

„Yeah, it's unique and mystical. I wish we could trade surnames“

„No thanks. I'm happy with mine“

„Well, I'm not!“

„What's wrong with Müller?“

„It's generic“

„True“

„Ugh, you were supposed to give it a compliment or something. At least I know you're quite honest“

„I don't know how to lie, sorry“

„It's okay“

„So Mary, why were you even in Minnesota? Your surname is quite German“

„I was there for an event that the Council of Witches was organizing this month“

„Why in Minnesota? That's weird. I never heard of anything witch related there“

„Then you hang around with the wrong people! There are many important witch events everywhere throughout the world though“

„If you say so, so what did you do at the event?“

„That's classified information“

„Heh, really?“

„Yes“

„Did you sacrifice a newborn to Moloch or something“

„Ugh, no! That stuff only happens in movies“

„Then it sounds like the event was quite boring“

„Shush before I curse you“

„Are you going back home now?“

„Yes, I'm leaving at the stop in Frankfurt. I doubt we'll see each other after that“

„Why? Maybe we will run into each other sometime in the far future“

„It's highly unlikely“

„Your company is quite soothing though. It will suck to let go of you. I don't think I found anyone interesting in a while“

„Woah, woah! You're getting too sentimental here. I don't want to listen to that crap“

„Eh, you're right“

Both girls stayed silent for a little bit, and Miyoko was quite depressed, she thought she would never find a best friend and that bumped her out. Although she's probably right to assume something like that.

„So, you killed your parents. Tell me more about it“

Mary broke the silence which intrigued Miyoko a lot.

„Scary stories aren't for little girls“

„Yes, they are. Scary stories are only for little girls“

„Why are you interested in such a story? Also do you really think I killed my parents?“

„Yes, I know you did“ Mary was staring directly into Miyoko's eyes, waiting for her to look back at her.

„How so?“

„I have a gadget that helps me detect lies, it works on a magical principle so explaining it any further wouldn't work“

„Oh really? And how can I know that? You're just bluffing, aren't you?“

„I really am not! You can find out anything about yourself through me, even the stuff you don't know“ Mary was giggling, she was really happy to scare Miyoko.

„Eh I'm not buying it“

„Wrong! You are actually scared of someone uncovering the truth“

„Your guesses are meaningless“

„How many people have you killed?“ Miyoko was irritated by Mary's giggles.

„Do you want an honest answer? You're slowly becoming a candidate for my next victim“

Mary shut up for a second because she detected what Miyoko said was actually partially true.

„Uhm.. you wouldn't kill me, right?“

„You're too pretty to die“

Mary was relieved.

„And to answer your question, I killed too many people. I lost my count“

„Woah..“, „You're actually telling the truth? I never thought I'd meet a serial killer! This is getting so interesting!“ Mary was flustered and excited to talk to Miyoko. I also doubt she'd find any time sooner anyone as interesting as her.

„I'm not famous though. All my victims are passed on as accidents and such if the press is curious“

„Oh, so you don't have a serial killer nickname?“

„Not yet, I guess. If you give me a cool nickname I might use it, although I doubt it ever go public“

„Woah that's so cool! I need to think about something cool then..“ Mary was determined to give a new nickname to Miyoko.

„The Wishter“

„Huh, what does that mean“

„I thought you were an English native or something? The word wisht means quiet, figure out the rest“

„I see.. I will consider it“

„Yay! Thank you“

„No problem, also please don't tell anyone about me. I'd like to say anonymous“

„Of course I won't! I admire you Miyoko“

„Why?“

„I don't know. You are an admirable adult“

„If you say so. You're making me sound old though“

„I apologize, also, where is your next victim going to be? I wonder if it'll reach the news“

„I'm going to Malta, I have some business to finish there“

„I see, I see. Who are you going to kill?“

„Who they tell me to“

„Is there someone giving you orders?“

„Eh, kinda. I'm bound by a Contract“

„Is it a magical one?“

„...“

„I see, I see! I guess I will know whether it's you or someone else if someone dies in a couple of days“

„Heh, yeah, you will definitely know“

„That was very sincere of you. I wonder what are you up to“

„I can tell you only if you join my organization“

„Eh, sorry, but I can't be in two organizations at once“

„That's understandable. Being a witch must be tiring at times as well“

„It is tiring but it's very rewarding“

„Tiring? Do you got to a school for witches or something“

„Yes. I go to a special institute that could be called a school, I guess“

„Sounds cool, I dropped out of regular education to pursue my dreams“

„What do you dream of becoming?“

„I dream of killing as much people as I can. Why not, a solid killing spree of women and children is something I'm looking forward to achieving“

„That's scary“

„I only kill pretty girls, although a lot of women aren't pretty when they give birth“

„Huh, what do you mean?“

„Pregnancy ruins their bodies, and they become disgusting. I feel like it is my duty to purify the world of ugliness by disposing of them, and their kids“

„That's.. morbid!“

„Do you want to have kids, Mary?“ Miyoko looked directly at the girl.

„After hearing what you said, not anymore!“ Mary giggled but she felt uneasy.

„Eh, I suggest you to not have them“

„I understand“

„...“

„...“

Miyoko and Mary didn't talk too much after that.

They held small talk here and there if something interesting would happen. But they stayed mostly silent because Mary got quite worried about Miyoko's remarks since she felt the utmost sincerity in her words.

Miyoko felt really happy to finally share her opinion with someone who'd at least remotely understand, although Mary was quite frightened.

Despite Mary being a witch, she's still a child. Miyoko easily got her under control by just using words – she was happy she spread her ideas to such an influential young girl.

Talking to strangers isn't that bad.

After some time has passed, the plane has finally arrived at the Frankfurt airport and it was going to stop there for an hour or so.

Miyoko and Mary got off the plane and went straight to a cafe at the airport since Mary's parents hadn't come yet to pick her up for some reason.

The atmosphere between them became much more chill, both of them took a quick nap before the plane landed in Germany.

„So, what are you going to order Mary. I'll treat you today. I'm glad for having such an interesting companion during the flight“

„Aw thanks Miyoko. I doubt I'll ever meet someone like you again, unless our paths collide somewhere in the future. I'll be thinking about you whenever a major tragedy happens“

„Don't think about me too much, I only kill women and children, for the most part“ Miyoko drank her cola from a straw. The waiter poured it beforehand into a glass bottle, and Mary was sipping on her coffee.

„It'd be nice to have you as an older sister, Miyoko. I get bored quite easily“

„I'd like to have you as my little imouto. Too bad you'd probably be killed if you were a part of my family“

„Heh, why though?“

„I don't know. Ask the twisted people at the head of my organization. They like to torture their employees“

„I see, I see. Can I be your biographer?“ Mary was staring at her with her curious eyes.

„Oh, sure. I can't give you the rights directly since the organization owns my life, but if you shoot them an email after I die, you will probably be allowed to do so“ Miyoko sipped on her cola.

„Huh, really?“

„Yeah, I doubt anyone is interested in doing such a thing in the first place, and the organization has a twisted desire for making literary works, especially if it's related to them. So you can get quite some money or any other benefits for your little witch society“

„Woah. Thank you Miyoko, how will I contact them though?“

„Through email, they will contact you first though. Don't worry about it. They're always listening anyways“

„Eugh, scary“

„The only thing that's scary is the fact you're putting sugar into your black coffee“

„Huh, why so?“

„I don't like putting sugar in black coffee, neither milk, the two just don't go too well when they're together“

„I guess everyone is entitled to their own opinions“

More time passed as the two girls chatted happily.

A car came to pick up Mary and both of them said their goodbyes to each other.

Mary was on the edge of crying, but Miyoko hugged her and told her everything was going to be alright. She kissed the little girl on the cheek, a little bit too close to the lips.

Mary got on her tip toes for another kiss, this time on the lips but Miyoko declined it politely by putting a finger onto her pouted lips, and that's the last time they saw each other.

Miyoko got into the plane and slept for the majority of the trip without anything interesting happening. She got to Valleta pretty quickly, as Europe is relatively small in comparison to Minnesota and just the United States in general.

The weather was also quite nice, and Miyoko didn't have any luggage with her, since all the equipment would be waiting for her in the hotel room.

After getting out of the airport, she got into one of the first taxis outside of the building and said to the driver the place where she was going as soon as she sat in the car.

As soon as Miyoko said her location, she glanced at the driver and was very surprised. The driver also turned around to fully look at Miyoko and how she looked.

The driver was an exceptionally cute girl with an angelic face. She looked like she was too young to even be a taxi driver and she had a whole otherworldly feel to her that didn't feel right.

She reached out her hand to shake Miyoko's but Miyoko refused and sorta realized what was happening.

„Didn't he teach you any manners? You're such a black sheep in the Organization. I wouldn't be surprised if someone takes you out soon enough“

„You mean take me out on fast food or a date?“

„None of the two! So wrong. I meant to say that I want to kill you, because you're especially annoying me. Stupid girl“

„Yeah sorry but I'm getting out of this taxi“

„You can't, the door is locked. I also have a task to drive you straight to the hotel you're staying at. Although they didn't tell me that I can't be totally honest with you and your stupid antics. I will serve justice to you when the time comes“

„Yeah sure whatever, do I look like I care“

„You don't, and that's what pisses me off“ The girl lost her smile and she turned around to the steering wheel and she started driving to Miyoko's hotel.

The girl had short white hair, pure white but not grey. It was a very similar hairstyle to the one that Miyoko had and the girl's eyes were of a bright red color. She was very pale, in contrast to Miyoko's tan. Although Miyoko is not a gypsy or any other minority, she could pass as one on the sole basis of her skin color.

„Tell me your name, rank, and status. I'm going to file a complaint aganist you for such slander“

The girl driving laughed like a maniac.

„Are you crazy? Nihahahahaha, it's not like it'd do anything. I'm way higher in the hierarchy than you, it's so weird that your handler didn't say anything about me. I'm quite important for the Organization“

„Yeahhhhh sure. So can I just adress you to my handler as a crazy white haired girl? I think it suits you“

„That's quite lame. Instead of saying that stupid stuff just call me Emma. Also we're colleagues and I'm a senior, you should be more respectful“

„...“ Miyoko didn't say anything, she just stared out of the window while thinking of how to send a complaint to Ruya, since he'll maybe explain why and who is this girl and why's she so mean towards her.

“Have you gotten your orders yet? It would suck if you came here without even knowing what you’re ordered to do” The driver didn’t bother to hear what Miyoko had to say anyways, she was quite bothered she even had to drive her in the first place.

“I haven’t. But it’s apparently something only I can do”

“I see, that means it’s going to be really gruesome and disgusting. You know, people like you should be executed. Actually, I’m the one in charge of executing people like you. Ever since you came into the Organization, I always hoped you’d go stray from your old ass handler so I can just kill you on sight”

“You don’t sound friendly at all, what did I do to you again?”

“I serve justice. And I’m one of the pillars of justice, not just in the Organization, but also in the entire world”

“Oh really?”

“Yes yes, I mean what I say. I hope I’d be the one to get the orders to liquidate you, otherwise it would totally suck if someone else got their hands on you that isn’t me”

“And what if I kill you?”

“You can’t”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not even human. Although I’m surprised, you’re actually a human being. Maybe you will eventually lose your humanity but still” 

“You aren’t human? How so, is that a lousy metaphor?”

“Nihehehaehaheaheaheahaea”

“What an obnoxious laugh”

“Sorry, but it really is funny”

“Why?”

“You are left in the dark, you should quit while you can”

“If I quit you will kill me”

“Exactly”

“I’m so going to complain to the higher ups about you”

“If you do that you will be laughed at”

“Yeah sure”

“Niheheahehaehaheahehah”

“Can you stop?”

“No! I can’t. You’re just too funny for a girl that pretty”

She turned around to tell Miyoko that while driving. Her eyes were wide open along with her laughing mouth that had very sharp teeth.

Miyoko thought the girl was oddly pretty, she had an angelic feel to her appearance and that annoyed her a lot. Because in comparison to her, she felt like a rat, considering how worn her clothes were along with her messy hair and a horrible stench coming from not showering for who knows how long.

Emma was most likely annoyed for a good reason. I doubt anyone would want to be around Miyoko.

“Well, I appreciate the compliment”

“That’s good. You should learn how to be more grateful. You pesky rat”

“Whatever, just get me to the hotel. I want to sleep”

“Sure thing boss” Emma giggled, and Miyoko was feeling uneasy during the entire ride.

Eventually, she got to her hotel. She parted ways with Emma who wished her good luck and a nice time, implying that this is supposed to be a vacation for Miyoko and that she should be grateful for getting out of the United States.

Miyoko laughed during that conversation and Emma returned a smile, showing off her sharp teeth that belonged more to a cat than to a human.

Although their parting was quite nice, and things had calmed down between them by then, as soon as she got into the hotel room, she turned on her phone and called Ruya, who answered after just two rings.

“Yes?” Ruya, her handler, manager, or whatever you want to call him, answered with a single yes that just put more salt into Miyoko’s wound.

His voice was always muffled through a voice filter, but by the way he spoke it was obvious he wasn’t Miyoko’s age, but rather someone significantly older than her.

“Who the fuck was that girl who was my taxi driver? She made fun of me for the entirety of the ride and even threatened to take my life at some point? Are you aware how much you violated my dignity by just doing that?”

“Since when do you care about dignity? You are becoming more human, Miyoko”

“I was always human you fucking moron. I want reparations”

“Really? What do you want? Your entire trip here is free, including the food, clothes, and anything else that you desire… Although you cannot wish for everything, the majority of your costs while in Malta are covered by the Company. No need to use swear words while addressing me”

Miyoko stood silent for a moment while considering what to tell him.

“Yeah, sure..”

“Is that all?” He sounded really disappointed.

Miyoko didn’t bother responding, she just hung up and crashed straight into her bed. The hotel was quite luxurious and the bed was very comfy – I’m starting to envy her at this point. 

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 9, Silence of the Dogs

The night was warm and my bedsheets were sweaty. My body fluids, just my sweat though, have covered the entirety of this luxurious bed I was placed on. I kinda felt bad for it but the only use a bed has is for sleeping, and sex probably, but I don’t have sex, because I’m sexless.

I had sex with my ex-girlfriend, but everyone had sex with her, and also is it really sex if I have no penis? That’s also a good question that needs reckoning.

Many men have been through her but I was the only woman that got to experience the joy her body brought. I liked her blonde hair a lot and I liked stuffing her explored pussy with my tiny fingers. At least tiny in comparison to the girth of a penis that’d be inside her any night.

No wonder why I had to dispose of her!

I got out of the bed and went straight into the bathroom.

There was a toothbrush and a toothpaste laid out just for me, which I was really thankful for since that meant I didn’t have to bring any luggage to this foreign country as if I had any.

I brushed my teeth very carefully. I care about dental hygiene a lot, despite not showering for days. I just like how my body smells and sometimes it turns me on, but for the most part, people avoid me because of it and that’s why I like it so much. Also, you will only attract your true love if you shower it with your pheromones during your first encounter with them, and if they like them consciously or unconsciously, their biology should match with yours and that means the sex will be unforgettable!

Although I’ve never been penetrated, my mouth has. I was brushing my teeth and I always started by brushing my molars first and then the rest of the teeth and then I’d end up at my molars again.

Tooth hygiene is the most important hygiene you can have.

I was also very hairy, which is quite common for tanned girls like me. I wonder where my parents were from, since I don’t look Middle Eastern enough but I don’t look that French either.

After brushing my teeth, I opened the closet that was supposed to have the special clothes I ordered Ruya to bring me.

I didn’t bother showering because that’d just be wasting time, and I like my body odor.

After I got out of my bed I took my clothes that I put on in the United States and never took off, even while sleeping in this pretty hotel room.

I liked being naked because I love observing my body. I’m just so beautiful, that beautiful that I need to look at myself and just be in awe whenever I look at my face or body. I’m in love with myself.

So completely naked, I brushed my teeth and went to the closet.

The first thing I put on were the brown leather gloves, that perfectly fit my feminine girly hands. I was just naked with gloves on and the touch of leather aroused me, but I couldn’t spare any more time to play with myself or do some useless shit like that.

After putting on my leather gloves, I grabbed the brown leather pants that fit my well-developed legs. They weren’t too skinny but just the right amount so I can still be quite stylish while murdering people. After putting my leather pants on I tightened them around my waist with a cool belt I also ordered from Ruya, and then I just put on the socks which meant I had my fuller lower body fully dressed and ready for action.

Although that’s nice, I can’t go topless murdering people because that’s just not practical and quite risqué.

I put on a black tank top and I put on a long sleeve black shirt. Both articles of clothing were just pitch black without any motives or anything like that. And to top everything off I put on a brown leather jacket from my favorite manufacturer that wasn’t also too tight, so I could move freely however and whenever I wanted to.

My hair was really messy but my closet was empty.

I was happy with how this outfit looked and to top everything off I went to a special drawer that had a regular surgical mask, a military knife, and some other stuff that I would need for this operation.

Ruya contacted me just as I was done with everything.

I put on my leather boots and then I got a call from him.

I wouldn’t be surprised at all if there were cameras in the room, actually, who am I kidding, everywhere I go I am being monitored by someone or something. I’m not free but at least I’m kinda happy.

He and I talked about the logistics for a little bit, and the operation will commence as soon as the call ends. He will guide me through text messages and I will do as he says, per usual.

I got out of the hotel room and he hung up.

The night was cold, the smell of leather was nice, and I was ready. Everything was so silent, but it always can be quieter.

It was exactly 12:00 AM as soon as I left the hotel, and I had 6 hours to finish the entire ordeal.

My first task was to go to a certain address and break into a certain house. That house belongs to one of the most famous dog breeders on this entire island. From the outside, he just appears as an ordinary businessman who made his fortune by breeding and selling dogs on a professional level. He had a lot of connections, especially with all sorts of celebrities across the entirety of Europe and the Middle East. Most politicians got their dogs from him, and that’s basically the main story he and his business share publicly. Under all of that, there is a much darker side to his fortune that’s one of the main cores of a black market for dogs. Many influential people who don’t have to be famous or just aren’t in the public eye often order dogs from him in secret, and these transactions aren’t regulated by the state and are purely done in cash, gold, or anything else that that man might need.

Ruya has a specific codename for this man – “The Scavenger”, and that’s how I will be addressing him from now on because it’s much easier that way and it feels cooler than using his ordinary name.

The Scavenger sells and breeds these dogs to people with malicious intent. I don’t really care about these dogs, to be frank - I’m just doing what I’ve been told and he’s protected by an organization that’s our huge competition and a mortal arch nemesis or whatever.

That’s why this event is an important matter.

These dogs are sold for massive dog fighting tournaments (it sounds funny but it’s actually very gruesome), mass experimentation (everything from weapons to chemicals), and the last main reason why certain people need so many dogs is so gruesome that I don’t want to think about it all.

“BAM” I made the noise as I kicked the vent opening with my cool military boots and the heavy vent door thing fell on the ground and that way woke up all of the dogs who were sleeping in the area I was supposed to infiltrate.

Fuck!

I grabbed my M9 and fired a few shots to shut up the dogs and they were silenced by my bullets, but just by the noise they made and not the bullet itself.

I got down to the cramped vent space area which I was able to enter because I’m skinny and agile. The training was the only thing I could do in my free time to kill some of it as my life is entirely centered around this damned organization.

The place I entered was a huge underground facility. It was one of the rooms of this facility that I didn’t feel sure about calling a room because of how big it is actually. It looked more like some kind of a giant garage you’d see in a movie, but it had a bad stench since there were dozens of dogs locked up in various different types of cages.

By eyeing the area out, I could notice there were dogs of all types and sorts. I felt disgusted, I don’t like dogs and I’m afraid of them, so I’d rather put a bullet through its skull than have it approach me.

I’m more of a cat lady. I like cats. I like black cats a lot. You know why? Because I feel like black cats really describe me well. I just like them a lot. They’re cute and every black cat is the same. They’re aggressive, calm, and cute. They all look the same so I can just interject the personality of my previous cat into the new cat and then basically baptize it and make it a reincarnation of my previous pet. It’s genius! It’s a great idea, I love being creative. This thunder is a great day for slaughtering dogs. Not only will I be saving hundreds of dogs from their cruel fates but I will also rejoice and become a cat myself. I will be the black cat the avenger of all cats taking down the ugly dogs that kill cats. Hahahahahahaha, they will all die.

I took out a few tear gas bombs I had in the bag I was carrying with me and I threw them in a couple of cages that had a lot of dogs with them. I put on a gas mask prior to that so I don’t choke to death! And this tear gas is also a great measure to keep anyone from attacking me as they will also die. The dogs started choking, barking, and shortly after mutilating each other because of how severe my gas was hurting them. I was laughing but also not too much to preserve the oxygen I had inside the gas mask I was wearing. I took out another gun I had from the bag I was carrying and I started shooting all those poor animals while dual-wielding my favorite M9 guns I brought for this special occasion.

I lost myself in the euphoria that was running through my entire body. I was filling the dogs’ heads with bullets while the others, which were too crowded, were choking to death on the gas with which I kept stuffing their animal lungs.

After I eliminated most of them I put the place on fire by taking out a bottle of gasoline and lighting the dogs' corpses with it. This place didn’t have any official anti-fire measurements because the contractor wouldn’t agree to set them up in such a shady place as this that’s not even legally recognized.

The dogs were burning and their fur smelled like shit.

It was wonderful! It was great, I left the gas chamber I created and killed a few security guards by filling them with bullets. I left my bag to burn with the rest of the stuff I brought here and then I continued with my two guns on me going through this damned institution as everything was burning.

Some of the rare staff I encountered had fire extinguishers but they’d either die from the smoke knocking them out unconscious or from me shooting them.

Everyone is dead.

“Everyone is dead”

“Do you copy, everyone is dead”

I was trying to establish contact with Ruya, but that connection was severed.

I guess he just left me to die, down here? Not again!

It’s like 3 am though, maybe he fell asleep.

Urgh! Fuck, how do I leave?

The main entrance can be accessed through the elevator which I can’t call because the person from the upper part of the mansion has to get down first. It was a system that would stop anyone from leaving once they got down there, which itself is kinda effective now that I think about it.

Should I just go back to the vent? Everything is burning though and I don’t have enough of these gas mask filters to sustain myself any further.

Should I pray to God, or maybe Budha? Hell, like I know. I’m in Hell, and I’ll be going to the bottom layer quite soon.

And then suddenly I heard a sound from my communication device.

What’s that!? I muttered to myself and then I saw a message from Ruya.

“Find the Dog King”

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

I couldn’t go back to the room I came from as the fire was already significantly spreading everywhere.

What the fuck is a Dog King.

I was so confused, I searched through my pockets looking for a hint and I threw out everything useless already.

Fuck.

I fell on my knees. I felt powerless, I started crying, I started choking. I had my elbows on the ground and I fell on my side. Everything around me was burning, I regretted at that moment breaking the cross I found during that chiropractor section. I knew it! That cross cost me my freedom, I’m sorry for offending you Christianity! Aaaaargh.

I can’t take it anymore. There’s no logical way for me to get out of here, I can’t believe it’s already over. I miss my ex-girlfriend, her breasts were so soft, I miss Ruya, I need an older brother in my life who’ll take care of me, I miss you, Mary, you were my only true friend, and I miss you Ayase.

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

…

Miyoko was asleep. The building eventually crumbled and the fire was eventually put out by the entirety of this small country’s fire department. Even France intervened. Miyoko was hurt badly, her hair was burned, and several parts of her body were severely hurt because they were crushed by this building. Excavations started as soon as everything collapsed and Miyoko was sleeping there for a couple of days, probably in some coma-like state. The organization was very worried for her and they did everything they could to get her out of there. Ruya knew she was still alive, just because he trusted her a lot and had a good feeling about it, although Miyoko was probably going to be disabled and psychologically scarred for life.

The results of this mission were severely worth it though, at least for the organization. Ruya was happy with her results, but he wasn’t happy that her life would be altered forever.

Who knows when Miyoko even got knocked out unconscious. The Ruya text message about the Dog King was just her hallucination since she got knocked out earlier than she could remember. All the staff and all the dogs were murdered, and her kill count was significantly increased.

That made the organization happy, as the life that was taken from those people was of great use to them for certain occult reasons.

Ruya was sad, that Miyoko he used to know was probably dead.

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 10, Say Hi to Dracula

“Hey Ruya, have you got me a new job?” Miyoko was talking on the phone with her beloved caretaker, manager, and boss.

“Yes” He responded coldly, sending Miyoko the GPS location to the place where she was supposed to work at. He didn’t tell her any details prior to this, she doesn’t know whether she’ll be killing people or just doing a normal, regular job for quite some time.

Either way, she was quite content with what she had to do, so she hopped on a bus towards the location while listening to the music on her phone through earphones her agency gave her.

They were red because that’s her favorite color.

Miyoko really liked humming to herself when she was alone. She listened to a lot of music as she didn’t really have anything else to do in her free time.

She liked her newly acquired nickname that the little witch girl gave her – the Wishter. Miyoko thought how that’d be a great name for a band. She wanted to be a lead singer of a band but the only problem was that she couldn’t sing really well, and that that was her only talent so she couldn’t play an instrument or anything like that.

That made her a little bit depressed, but the agency wouldn’t allow her to have her own band anyway so she didn’t really care, as all her dreams were crushed as her previous caretakers gave her up for weird reasons.

So, she was just content with imagining things, and right before she knew it she daydreamed her way to the location Ruya gave her.

Miyoko noticed the building she was directed to and was happy she hadn’t given up for prostitution, but these two things are close enough.

As soon as she stepped in front of the building, a man dressed in a doctor-like attire got out and proceeded to greet her, and they both shook hands.

The doctor looked like a stereotypical doctor, although he wasn’t a doctor, rather he was a chiropractor, or if you really want to abbreviate it, he was a con artist.

“Where did you get your degree?” Miyoko asked him with a serious face while shaking his hand.

As soon as their handshakes fell apart the doctor responded.

“Hah, don’t bother yourself with nonimportant details young girl, come, you’ll be my assistant”

“Oh, I see how it is” Miyoko was reluctant to come inside while the doctor already got through the door.

“Oh, my bad, my name is Ted” The doctor reached his hand out again and they shook hands again for some reason – Miyoko was standing in the same place from which she greeted him in the beginning.

“Nice to meet you Ted, I’m Miyoko” She gave him a small grin without bothering to smile with her eyes.

“What an odd name! You must be Japanese” That was a fair assessment, although Miyoko didn’t look Japanese.

“And your surname must be Bundy!” She was annoyed with his assumption.

“How did you- Well, let’s get inside” The doctor laughed, signalling he was just kidding. After all, his surname was displayed on a doctor badge thing attached to his uniform and it had his full name.

His surname wasn’t Bundy, which kinda made Miyoko sad.

They got inside the doctor’s building and the whole establishment looked quite nice inside for something so shady.

“You like it in here? It’s brand new” The doctor was happy to have Miyoko by his side.

“Why?” She was still dead serious.

“We will be having an important target today which you have to..” The doctor stopped himself before continuing.

“Have to what?” Miyoko was puzzled.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing sexual. Ruya told me you’ll know what to do and that I shouldn’t tell you anything”

“Oh” Miyoko was put at ease when he mentioned Ruya’s name, mostly because that meant this man was highly trusted and nothing bad could be expected to happen, although she would have to do something grotesque, it’s her job after all.

“But, you will be my assistant for the entire day and then when you do the ritual thing you should escape as fast as you can as soon as you’re able to. Don’t expect us to talk too much” The atmosphere changed as the doctor became much more serious, but Miyoko shrugged it off and continued with her day.

She helped the quote-on-quote doctor a lot. Miyoko was handling certain tools and was doing the writing on paper and computer for him, she was basically his lapdog and it was annoying her but still, she’s being greatly paid for this type of work.

The night had already settled and it was quite dark. It was a time when many ordinations were closed but Ted’s establishment was still open to customers who were interested in getting relieved at this odd time of the day, or more so night.

A limousine pulled in front of the building, and Miyoko noticed that through the window.

Out of the vehicle, plenty of people came out and Miyoko was in the ordination on her phone while the doctor was conversing with these men. She was waiting for her target in the room and she was figuring out how to escape at the same time, considering this personality is high-profile even though she couldn’t recognize him.

The doctor suddenly opened the door and broke Miyoko’s cozy moment of spacing out, bringing the unknown man straight to her lair.

She liked to roleplay in her head as if it were her lair and not just any ordinary place.

“Welcome” Miyoko said bluntly, without getting up and without changing her mood to be happier, considering how high profile this personality is, allegedly.

“Ah, I see! You’re one of the best chiropractors in the country, right? Although you look a little bit different on the images, it’s still incredible to see someone this young do such a hard job!” The man was astonished, he was very happy, chatty, and probably gay.

Miyoko was sick of him and he just got into the office.

“Yeah, that’s me. Although I don’t recall doing anything that spectacular” Miyoko was even more moody.

“Wow, such a modest girl! You really found a great assistant, doc” The rich man gave the doctor a slap on the back and they both laughed at the same time. The doctor left Miyoko on her own, but he instructed her beforehand in which drawer the required equipment for him was put in.

Miyoko was getting excited all of a sudden, so she put a smile on her face and told the gentleman to take off his clothes and lay down face-first on the massage table.

“We’re starting off with a massage, right? That’s what doc told me” The man was fat and old (around 40 years old) so he was having a little bit of trouble getting ready.

“Yes, the massage will be special” Miyoko was alluding to something, but it wasn’t the thing the young gentleman was expecting. She saw the contents of the drawer the doctor left for her.

“I like girls like you!” The man was obviously excited. He put himself properly on the massage table with his face facing the ground, Miyoko brought the equipment next to her and then she started massaging him, normally not erotically.

They chatted a bit and that’s when Miyoko’s charming personality got to shine. She was leading a nice conversation with the man and both were enjoying themselves.

“So, may I know your name” Miyoko was curious, her eyes were too.

“Didn’t doc tell you already, my name is……….” Miyoko didn’t hear what he said. Her brain was trembling, she started seeing flashing lights before her eyes, her blood pressure was low, she felt awful, she felt like she was getting born again but like in a way when a baby comes out of a woman’s vagina.

But the fog cleared and Miyoko felt normal again.

“So, Mr. Owen, may I begin with the special procedure?”

“Yes, I’m very happy to receive it young Miyoko”

Miyoko opened the special briefcase and took out a hammer and a stake.

“Wow, it looks so fancy inside” Miyoko muttered to herself, and then she brought the stake to his left side of the torso from her perspective, she brought it closer, and then with all her might put the stake through his heart.

“ARGH” The man started coughing blood, and Miyoko started slamming the stake with the hammer harder and harder but was very surprised to see he was still alive, then she realized that that was the right side of the torso, even though it was left from her perspective, so she missed his heart by a significant amount.

“Oh fuck-“ Miyoko wanted to make some witty dialogue with herself but the man’s screaming was painfully annoying so she couldn’t finish her sentence.

He was paralyzed, probably thinking he was dead already. So she took another stake that was in the fancy briefcase, and then she put it right through his heart, and Mr. Owen stopped screaming as he was now fully dead.

Blood was everywhere, Miyoko was laughing the entire time, genuinely happy for an unknown reason, at least unknown to her. Mr. Owen was dead and her mission was accomplished.

“That’s what you deserved after all, if anyone in Hell asks who sent you there, tell them it was Mrs. Wishter”

Miyoko jumped through the window which broke and the glass shards grazed her badly.

“Fuck!” Miyoko never jumped out of the window so this hurt really bad but thankfully this room was on ground level.

She started running and running in a manic daze while she could hear screaming and shouting behind her. Her head was terribly aching again so she decided it’d be best to hide somewhere and just give up on everything, after all, killing Mr. Owen was her task and she executed it perfectly, although it probably hurt a lot to have a stake pierce your body.

So being the smart girl she was, Miyoko hid herself in a dumpster after crossing through a few back alleys, and then she fell asleep, safe and soundly, but also totally bloody in a pile of trash full of cockroaches and rats.

The rain started to fall.

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 11, The Messianic Legacy

“Sarata” Someone was calling her name.

“Sarata! Sarata….” Someone was really frantic.

“Sarataaaaa……….. Ugh!!!” The annoying female voice was hurting her ears. It was so high pitched but it was very dear to her.

“SARATA” The tender girl shouted into Sarata’s ear while she was still sleeping.

This woke her up instantly and she got out of her bed while the tender girl backed off.

“Aha! Good morning my beloved sister! How did you sleep this all so cold night?” The tender girl was deluded, at least that’s how she spoke, and Sarata was quite surprised to see her.

“BAM” Sarata executed a perfect kick to the tender girl’s stomach and she got into a fighting stance while the tender girl laid down on the floor, crying out for help.

“Bwaaaaah, bwaaaahhhhhhh! That’s so mean Sarata, what did I ever do to you?” The tender girl was crying, but then she started laughing at the same time. She was really not feeling well in her head.

“Oh, it’s just you…. You know, you shouldn’t wake me up like that” Sarata exclaimed, which angered the tender girl who got up and returned the favor with a sudden uppercut that Sarata instantly dodged.

She then kicked the tender girl with her shin, and she fell to her knees again.

This humored Sarata, who started laughing at the tender girl’s demise.

“Waaaah.. I made you breakfast and I’m so excited for you to eat it, but you just beat me up today!! Not cool sister, not cool”

“Hueh?!”

“What are you huehing for?!?! Grrrhhhh” The young girl got up and opened Sarata’s closet.

“Do you mind if I take some of your clothes, my beloved dear sister?” The tender girl opened Sarata’s closet and started rummaging through it quite roughly, leaving everything that was tidy in chaos.

“Yeah, sure sister. Take anything you want. It’s not like I care” Sarata gave a tender smile to the tender girl, and she proceeded to look herself in the mirror.

“Wow, did you give me this haircut?” Sarata exclaimed to her tender sister who was having fun exploring her closet. They talked in between about certain everyday things but this really surprised Sarata so she had to exclaim it.

“Yeah!! Don’t you remember?” The tender sister was weirded out.

“I do. I’m just surprised by how nice it looks, you should be a stylist sister” Sarata was checking out her short hair that looked burnt, but that was just because it was very badly cut. It was completely black because that’s her natural hair color, she liked it because it went well with her tanned skin.

“If I was a stylist sister, I’d get you some better clothes since everything you wear is black and depressing! Ughhhhh, I’m your cheery lively sister, you should have some bright clothes just in case I might be interested in your closet! Ughhhh. Sarata you’re so smart but you don’t think about such things that are of VAST importance!!!!!” The tender sister was stomping on the ground while looking angrily at Sarata who couldn’t stop laughing. She then left the room while Sarata was staring at her face in the mirror.

“Well, that was a crazy dream” She made a remark to herself.

“Was it only a dream though?” She stared at herself, waiting for herself to respond back to herself.

“Sarata, you really look sick this morning” A feminine voice came from Sarata’s side and it scared her so much.

She didn’t realize her room was placed on the ground floor. The house she lived in was very big, full of windows, and quite bright full of life and colors.

At the window there was a somewhat ugly girl with black hair staring at her, laughing at Sarata’s insanity.

She didn’t recognize the girl at first though.

“Heya, long time no see huh” Sarata exclaimed.

“What do you mean? We hung out with #$!#^$%^#&U*#$@ yesterday, haven’t we?” The girl had a big nose, and Sarata found it attractive.

“That’s right. My memory is fuzzy” Sarata couldn’t place her finger on who are these people.

“Wanna go outside, #%*^#&@%!## is waiting for us” Her vision became blurry, nothing made sense to her anymore, what did she wish for?

“Yes”

…

Sarata composed herself right there at that moment and got ready to take off. She hopped out of the window straight on the ground which reminded her of something strange but yet so familiar.

She was wearing a tight black crop top, black shorts, black socks, and black running shoes. Her hair was a total mess, but she likes messes.

“That’s an interesting choice of clothes, dontcha think?” The ugly girl exclaimed.

“It kinda is, I got inspired to wear this today” Sarata replied, forcing a smile on her face that eventually became genuine.

“What inspired you? I’m so curious! I love learning more and more about you Sarata, you’re so interesting” The ugly girl was very curious and happy, but that made Sarata even more happier.

“A certain dream I had recently” Sarata smiled.

“Woah! It’s a bad omen to ask a person about their dream, at least in my culture.. So I’m quite curious but still I can’t ask for more~! Oh, my Sarata” The ugly girl had nice dental hygiene.

“What toothpaste do you use?” Sarata was curious, and the ugly girl noticed Sarata staring at her teeth anyway so she wanted to bring that up too.

“Hehe, the same one you have” The ugly girl smiled to show her pretty white teeth.

“Oh right. I must’ve told you about it” The ugly girl giggled at Sarata’s statement.

The two girls were walking through a huge field that was full of flowers and grass that wasn’t too long. The grass reached their ankles and there was a path that led to a certain area. Sarata lives in a nicer part of a smaller city that has a lot of nature and a vast variety of things to explore. This summer was particularly lively, as Sarata, the ugly girl and one other girl started hanging out and they made a quirky friend group whose goal is to have the best summer ever, or whatever.

Sarata was feeling nice, and content with life. Things were changing, in comparison to her gloomy school days. She likes spending time with her new friends and also she’s very happy to have someone as cute and quirky as her sister.

Eventually, the ugly girl, who Sarata dubbed Minikui because she couldn’t remember her name, pointed out towards the ruins of a cathedral that was overgrown with nature.

“Let’s go? Whatcha ya waiting for?” Minikui asked Sarata.  

“Oh, right!” Sarata continued smiling demurely.

Inside the cathedral was pretty sunny, because it didn’t have a roof and it was quite old and full of holes, destroyed.

Inside one of the rooms in the cathedral, there was a very beautiful girl who looked like an elf. If you were to look at her you’d think she’s the little sister of nature or something like that, so Sarata dubbed her Misaki because she had no clue what’s that girl's name either.

“Heya!” Sarata was happy to see Misaki.

“Omg, I’ve been waiting for you two for so long” Misaki was annoyed but happy to see them both”

“Sorry, I kidnapped her to the forest. We were making out~! Withoutcha!” Minikui was teasing Misaki, and Sarata was laughing.

“WOAH, that’s like really sinful” Misaki stood up to square up to Minikui because she was highly religious, while Minikui didn’t like religion at all.

“It’s a sin for two pretty girls to share their tongues? Are threesomes then allowed? Hmmmmmm? Hmmm?” Minikui was teasing Misaki who wanted to giggle but had to maintain her serious attitude to respect her religion.

Sarata then went on and kissed both girls on their cheeks and giggled as they both stood in surprise. They had a lot of fun that day.

And that fun continued on for a couple of more days, and it went on. The girls had a lot of fun, but Sarata felt bad about it. She felt like she was taking away the fun from someone who deserved it more. Why did she get to have such a nice life, while others had very rough upbringings and little to no happiness. But she couldn’t describe who were the “others” who had it worse than her. Sarata always thought of that question every night, and when she went to sleep she was afraid of the scary feeling in the morning that awaited her whenever she woke up.

Sarata was happy, but also kinda sad. She didn’t really know who she was, or why she was, but she knew one thing and that is that she had to go back somehow, although she didn’t know how.

…

It was the 31st of August. Tomorrow on the 1st of September, a new school year will start, and the girls will move back from their summer homes back to where they come from and then Sarata will be all alone. Her tender sister is also going to a boarding school so they were quite sad but they spent as much time together as they could during the past couple of days.

They mostly cooked together and watched TV. Sarata was teaching her how to cook, while she was teaching Sarata how to do her makeup better. Both sisters were loving each other, and spreading that love to one another. Leaving her sister is harder than a breakup, and that’s how her tender sister also felt.

The weather also got quite worse. It was rainy, dark, and gloomy. The cathedral was covered in mud and some delinquents took over the place to do drugs and have sex during the night, so it’s littered with needles, used condoms, and wet tissues. It’s sad, Sarata was sad, and the other girls were also sad.

Since that one day when she woke up for the first time, Sarata developed a strange habit of staring at herself autistically in the mirror every day, all day, especially when she was alone. During her sessions of mirror staring she’d see various different sorts of things, people, and scenarios that she’d forget as soon as she blinks, but the feelings that she got from experiencing these certain things stayed, even though the memories faded away.

And then, during one of the staring sessions, she saw horrifying things that she couldn’t describe because of how primordial they were, but there were a few things lingering in her mind after experiencing them. So she went on to experience them over and over again, she stared at the mirror and the mirror stared back at her – the thoughts of knives, ropes, apples, blood, and death filled her memory and it was the only thing she could think about.

So, she did the only logical thing there was to do in such a scenario.

She went to the toilet, to take a piss, because she was so confused. Sarata also developed an interesting habit of pissing whenever she’s confused, although she only practices this habit while she’s at home, because it’d be odd to piss anywhere outside like a dog, considering she gets confused quite easily.

The piss hit the toilet water, and flashes of blood hitting the rain puddles appeared in front of her.

She started pissing more and her stream was rapid. When was the last time Sarata even pissed? Her bladder stored a lot of liquid.

In front of Sarata’s eyes though, there was even more blood that was going out of a faucet straight into a bucket, and then a shady figure lifted the bucket, spilling its contents onto her.

That action immediately woke her up from her trance state and she grabbed the sink while still pissing.

Her pissing eventually stopped, and she drank some water from the faucet after washing her hands.

“Sarata.. I never knew you were so skilled with a knife…..” She heard her sister’s voice but her sister was nowhere. She was totally alone in this house.

The house was so big all of a sudden, and it was so grey. It even had an elevator.

Sarata got into the elevator and went to the floor under the ground floor, and when the elevator got there she left it to encounter a foul smell of something burnt. The room was dark and the elevator had no light, so she had no idea what was that bad smell in that dark room, so she just went to the highest floor with the elevator ignoring this nightmare.

A cockroach escaped the room and it started crawling her naked thigh.

Sarata was totally naked, even her genitalia exposed and the cockroach was reaching it quickly but that didn’t bother Sarata at all. She felt the cockroach tickle her labia lips, so she started touching her clitoris to stimulate what the cockroach wasn’t able to satisfy. She grabbed the cockroach, squishing it and then smelling it while rubbing her clitoris.

Her vagina was hairy, unwashed, and dirty. She got to the top floor to notice she was in a barren wasteland with nothing around her. Just her house with a fucking elevator.

Sarata’s hair instantly got longer as she reached the roof of her house, and then when she stepped on the red roof whose color faded away and looked at her feet, she noticed her whole body was in an unhygienic state with hair everywhere, and a foul odor.

The hair on her head got extremely long, and Sarata felt like an animal so she got on her fours, and walked on the house’s roof like a cat.

She specifically liked black cats, and she was kinda becoming a one, a human black cat!

Sarata then looked down from the roof of the house to see her friend, Minikui staring at her.

“Come down!” She smiled at Sarata while reaching out to her with her hands signaling that she'd pick her up if she came towards her.

“I didn’t expect you to end up like this! Come down, I’ll catchya” Minikui was persistent.

“I bet you don’t even remember my real name, which is quite a shame if you ask me, but whatevs. I’m happy to accept you as who you are, and bring you back to your rightful owner. Be a good kitty cat” Sarata jumped towards Minikui, turning into a literal black cat.

Minikui caught her and then let her go back to the ground.

Sarata turned back into her previous human form and was looking silently at Minikui.

“I didn’t realize this was a closed space until a certain moment”

Sarata was waiting for her to continue.

“I always stare at you through the window, but that morning you didn’t notice me. Also you never really liked looking at yourself in the mirror, and you didn’t realize I was swindling you and not taking you directly to our hiding spot. You played along with all of my tricks and you never even addressed me and Misaki by our real names, which was quite strange considering how much you liked saying our names so often”

Sarata grinned.

“You lost your vocal chords, you can’t tell me who you are, but geez you really look different from Sarata now that I think about it”

Sarata grinned more.

“Actually, I take that back, it’s obvious you’re Sarata, but you’re also someone else”

Sarata was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“But, it’s time for you to go home, someone is calling you anyways and I have better stuff to do than linger around here. You have been locked up in this closed space for how many hundreds of years? I don’t know, I just came here and noticed your stray behaviour”

“See you soon, Sarata, let’s end this story in a better way”

Everything became white. That Sarata ceased to exist, and then Miyoko started gaining consciousness in a mysterious hospital room.

Usually, all hospital rooms have a white/green or white/blue color scheme, but this room had a black/red color scheme that made it stand out way more than any other hospital Miyoko has ever been in.

The doctor which Miyoko was already familiar with, Ted, noticed she woke up and then he handed her the phone on which he was talking to someone already.

Miyoko took it and the person behind the phone turned out to be Ruya.

“Good morning, Miyoko. You have exceptional dreams. I enjoyed them, but some moments were disturbing. At least now you can assume who you are, or at least who you used to be at some point. Those dreams are real, as all dreams are a part of some kind of reality, that you may or may not access. So please, let me call you by a name more faithful to your true being”

“So..” Miyoko coughed before proceeding to speak again.

“W-What’s my name…. Ruya?” She already knew the answer.

“Sarata Miyoko Wish, or just Sarata-chan” He sounded happy.

The sun started to shine.

Sarata-chan! Leather Edition | Chapter 12, Who Wrote Shakespear?

The rain started to fall. It was raining but also the sun was shining so brightly it could blind anyone if they were just to look directly at it. It was a long day, so exhausting, and so tired was I.

I decided to go to the tallest bridge in my city, and I decided it was a perfect time to end everything on this beautiful day. The sun was shining, it was blinding me, but jumping from a bridge didn’t require any particularly interesting skills, so I just needed to get a little bit of courage and take the leap.

Hopefully I will die, surviving would be even worse. Although, if I survived, I don’t really care, because the organization would just put me out of my misery since they owned my life and everything about it.

It kinda sucks, so that’s why I need to have a chat with you.

You want to flatter me? Go ahead, I believe you can do it.

Thank you. Well, I do think you have beautiful hair, and your skin color is always so pleasant to look at, don’t you agree?

Well, I do, and what you’re saying is particularly true.

But don’t you think you could’ve just ended it all when you had the chance? You stood silent and did nothing but now I’m wondering how do I make you regret all of that, it’s really a tricky question if you ask me.

Well, I couldn’t tell you the answer to your question, because I don’t know what you’re even asking me.

If you jump from this bridge you will die, and a lot of stuff will not be completed, that you promised to complete.

Well, it’s not like they’re going to search for my reincarnation to force me to join their stupid organization again.

They will, they will do anything to get you again because you’re a valuable chess piece to them.

Well, if I’m really that valuable they should just flip the chessboard. Because I’m not interested in helping them out anymore. What’s the name of the organization again? Exactly, and also I don’t really plan to reincarnate into anything after I die now, because I had enough of life.

But you do know that heaven doesn’t exist?

Well, how do you know? Have you been there?

No, I never went there.

Well, but you only come when it rains, and rain falls from above, so you definitely came from heaven.

If you think hell is underground, and heaven is above, then that’s stupid. Wanna know why?

Well, sure, I’m kinda interested.

Because Earth is round, so you can’t have anything down there, because down there is more Earth and then space, and beyond space who knows what else lies there, I doubt you can find hell even there.

Well, how can I go to hell then?

I don’t know, I was never in heaven or hell. I came from the depths of the ocean, I’m your sister, but not a twin sister.

Well, if I jump would you catch me? Would you take me and kiss me? Would you become my girlfriend, because my ex-girlfriend is someone who doesn’t deserve any praise. I also always wanted to take my relative as a lover, doesn’t that just sound beautiful? Such connection and then you just keep exploring it more and more as you agree to a mutual physical and psychical relationship.

I don’t understand the taboo, because we do that all the time.

Well, that kinda sucks, it’s much more fun if both people think it’s a taboo.

How can I help you? I don’t want you to jump, how can you be so sad now that you learned a little bit more about yourself?

Well, even though I didn’t fit in that world, and even though my place lies somewhere else, I want to go back there, so maybe if I kill myself I will meet my old friends and family, maybe all of this is just a nightmare. I don’t want to live with a name I haven’t chosen, I don’t want to answer to demands the organization has for me. I want to be free.

You are already free.

Well, I’m not.

You are, you can even jump from the bridge if you want to. Slaves weren’t able to jump off bridges.

Well, it depends on which slaves you’re talking about. Because certain types of bridges are modern inventions so it’s kinda hard to measure the ability of a slave to jump off a bridge if that type of bridge didn’t exist back then.

Wow, you’re retarded.

Well, I know.

You should jump, fucking jump. Kill yourself.

Well, I will. 

But is it the end if I jump?

I can’t tell?

But what if I don’t die, can you please promise me that I won’t die?

I can’t promise you that because it’s a stupid promise, but you’re free to do what you want?

Why, are you taking your form after me, will you steal my identity?

Yeah, I kinda plan to do that if you will just abandon it. You’re too perfect Sarata?

Sorry, but I can’t let that happen.

Sarata was standing on a bridge. No one was around her besides the unknown pale girl who for some reason knew too much about her. As soon as she saw her, Sarata thought it was her old friend from the airplane or that old friend from the taxi, but considering it was neither of those people she decided to take counterattack measures against this unknown person.

As soon as she heard that her identity was going to be stolen after she would've jumped from the bridge, Sarata decided to act swiftly by throwing a knife directly at this person’s head.

Even though she was planning to commit suicide, she liked carrying weapons even in situations where she most likely wouldn’t ever need a weapon to begin with. One time she was hiding a hatchet behind her uniform while she was working as a nurse in a hospital. She was working for the organization, to quote-on-quote conduct certain reports on a certain patient, but that’s a story for another day.

If there was a fetish for carrying weapons when you don’t need to, then it could be called Sarata fetish.

Her leather gloves were gripping the knife the entire time, the knife was in her left hand though because the person came from her right side to talk to her. But she didn’t even know who this person was other than that she was possibly in danger.

She missed killing people, and she was very reluctant to jump off the bridge in the first place.

But hearing she’s going to be impersonated was her last straw. Sarata would be okay if someone defiled her body after death, if someone sold her organs, or if animals chewed on her until she totally disappeared. But if someone she doesn’t like is going to take her identity, her beautiful face, slender hands, and perfect tan skin, she’d kill that person with that same hatchet she carried in that hospital.

Sarata never directly looked at this girl, but she could tell the girl was small, and slender, but her manner of speech didn’t have anything to do with her age.

The girl crouched as soon as Sarata threw the knives toward her and then Sarata instantly dropped to the ground in case the girl also had things to throw at her. She also got far away from the ledge so the girl doesn’t push her from it.

“Bitch!” The little girl screamed and then while both of them were on the ground they looked into each other eyes.

The little girl didn’t have regular eyes, rather they looked like the eyes of a snake or any other dangerous animal. The girl started hissing too, she was just like a snake, considering she also wanted to attack Sarata while she was at her lowest.

“So! What’s your name?” Both girls got up and Sarata threw more knives at her, which got skilfully dodged by the little girl.

“My name? You don’t know it” The little girl was upset, and Sarata ran out of knives.

“Yeah, I never saw you before” So she pulled out her M9 and decided to shoot the girl instead.

“You’re so fucking ignorant, but alright. My name is Juliet!” Juliet’s hair started rising at the instant she said her name, and then it changed color from light brown to light blue. Even though her hair was short Sarata’s mine, it was a little bit longer so it was able to freely hover in the air.

But then suddenly multiple strands of hair formed into one while flying in the air and that turned into a sharp spear that pierced Sarata’s palm and instantly knocked the gun out of her hand.

The entire scenery was surreal because it was just two of them and nothing else. The wind didn’t even blow so that meant her hair was hovering in the air on its own, and now that she can use her hair to kill and penetrate, Sarata was dead worried.

Sarata put away her right hand and instead of reaching for the gun she grabbed some kind of a grenade she had and threw it directly at Juliet. Juliet’s hair got together again and it pierced the grenade almost instantly, but luckily it was far away so it didn’t hurt Sarata at all.

Juliet expected Sarata to reach for the gun so once the smoke from the explosion disappeared, she instantly looked in the direction of the gun just to find out no one was there besides the gun.

Sarata was out of knives though, and anything else she could throw. So she didn’t try running away but rather she just stood at the same place from which she threw the grenade.

“Nice to meet you. I believe you already know everything about me” Sarata said, while holding onto her injured hand.

“Does it hurt that much? Sorry, but this is just payback” Juliet calmed down but her hair was still hovering.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. What do you want from me?”

“I’m pretty sure you remember what you did in that castle” Juliet snickered.

“Oh, actually they erased my memory so I don’t remember” Even though this was always a possibility, Sarata decided to bluff this time.

“Really? Grhh.. That doesn’t make these things easier, I also have a crush on you”

“Is that the main reason why you want to kill me? I have no idea what I could’ve done at that castle to anger you”

“THOSE PEOPLE WERE AN OFFERING TO ME” Juliet shouted and her hair looked like it was ready to pierce Sarata’s entire body whenever.

“You should tell that to my manager, because I didn’t choose to go there”

“That’s what I’m doing, killing you will anger him! And impersonating you would satisfy my fetish for impersonation…. Uwwfgghrrrr” Juliet stopped being aggressive, and now was acting like an aroused maniac.

“Ah, understandable” Sarata felt compassion for her and laughed, but Juliet coughed it off and just said “Anyway”, and then continued to ramble on how Sarata is so perfect, beautiful, and cool.

“I can give you an autograph if you want one” Sarata was always a nice person.

“I want something more….” Juliet paused for a second.

“What exactly?” Sarata was puzzled.

“YOUR OVARIES” Juliet was in ecstasy, she was laughing and drooling all over herself.

While Sarata was looking at her, she realized Juliet had freckles, and her eyes were of a bright red color, but she couldn’t tell if they were glowing in the dark as well or not.

As soon as Juliet said all of that, as both were standing on an empty road of a bridge, there was a light coming from a vehicle going in the direction of Juliet’s back.

“Ope” Sarata said to herself.

Juliet heard her remark and turned around to see an armored personnel carrier (APC vehicle) coming straight towards her with someone shooting at her from a machine gun on top of it.

“Oh God” Sarata didn’t do anything because this was obviously backup from the organization, so she figured she’d just let them take Juliet out.

But then it felt like the bridge was going to crumble and fall as the ground shook violently. Then a giant blue tentacle came out of the water, taking and encapsulating the vehicle within its giant tentacles while caring enough to not break the bridge in two with a giant smash that could’ve occurred.

The vehicle then disappeared along with the giant tentacle, and it seemingly got dragged down into the water, and it was probably never going to be seen again.

Juliet was laughing like a maniac, staring at the sky, but then Sarata decided to speak up.

“Juliet.. I lied”

“About what?’ Juliet instantly calmed herself down.

“My name is not Sarata nor anything else like that, it’s actually Romeo” Sarata stared at her seductively.

“So, you’re a boy?” Juliet was confused.

“I’m a girl, with a boy’s name, and a boy’s love I need to fulfil” Sarata was very serious.

Juliet gasped and, in an instant, dashed towards Sarata who was taken a little bit back by her sudden dash. It looked like she teleported, but she knew that couldn’t have been the case.

Sarata was staring at Juliet who was staring deeply into Sarata’s eyes. Suddenly, the pain from Sarata’s hand stopped, and Juliet hugged her to which Sarata didn’t object. Juliet got so heavy all of a sudden that Sarata had to fall on the ground because she was pulling her down so hard.

And then Sarata was lying down with Juliet on top of her. She placed both of her hands next to her shoulders and was looking to make out with Sarata at any moment.

“I heard you kiss very well, is that true?” Juliet asked with curious eyes.

“Of course” Sarata snickered.

“I also lied….” Juliet looked worried.

“About what?”

“My name isn’t Juliet”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, actually, my real name is Miramare”

The girl didn’t look human at all while looking human. Her eyes were bright red, skin white, totally pale, her touch was also really cold, and her hair was light blue. Her hair was light blue until it turned into tentacles that started completely exploring Sarata’s body as soon as they appeared. The slimy light blue tentacles went in through Sarata’s clothes with ease, slowly taking it off too. A lot of sensation came from just the tentacles taking her leather gloves off slowly, and then going between her fingers, trapping them and encapsulating them in a cold and slimy embrace. Sarata’s underwear was also violated, as her pants were taken down very quickly and she was completely covered in slime and spit that was also coming out of Miramare’s mouth. Both of them kissed and Sarata was moaning as the tentacles groped her breasts, pussy, ass, and all other holes that were very sensitive to touch. Sarata’s entire body was getting sucked by this tentacle monster, and her body fluids were being stolen, as her private parts were violated. It was all a big pleasure to Sarata, she was moaning but the moans were silenced by the tentacles that also explored her mouth, and then what laid beneath that mouth as well. Sarata had no problems with pissing herself or letting go in any other way, as the little tentacle girl would just consume everything and then fill Sarata with her own liquid that she’d throw out of her body through her natural ways or discharge. Her nipples were brutally violated with the sensitive sensations the cold and wet tentacles gave to her, it was a perfect feeling. She could feel the tentacles inside her body, and while also feeling pleasure, she also felt pain from being explored and widened so much. Sarata was crying out joy, climax, and pain, while making out with this beautiful ocean princess in the middle of a road, on a lonely bridge, at this lonely hour at night. 

This is what it means to be happy.