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The first time Adachi had encountered her he’d been throwing up.  Vomiting at the result of his own actions.  As Dojima admonished him and he ran past he caught eyes with her, perhaps for a moment too long.  Her stare was intense, despite being a stranger; grey eyes and silver hair glinting equally in the light.  Beautiful.  He looked away in shame and ran to the side of the road to let the contents of his stomach out.  He could feel her eyes still on him as her friends urged her away.  Still, she walked over and offered him a paper napkin out of her bag.  He stared at her, she said nothing.  He took it and just as quick as she’d come she was gone.  He recognized her.

A few weeks ago he’d been idling around the office and picked a photograph up from his boss’s desk. It showed a teenage girl in an unfamiliar school uniform, with probably the most monotone look he’d ever seen.  She was pretty; nice curves, soft face, long slender legs, thick silver hair.  But her expression betrayed a hollowness he could see clearly, given he knew it himself.  It intrigued him.

“I forgot to tell you,” Dojima interrupted, startling Adachi.  “My sister’s daughter is coming to stay with me for a year.  She’ll arrive next week.”

Adachi was stunned.  “Your niece…a year ?”

Dojima nodded, looking mildly irritated in his own right.  “I haven’t seen her since she was an infant, they sent me that photo so I’d know who I was picking up.”

Adachi stared at the photo again, surprised this beautiful girl could be related to his surly boss, though maybe that explained the almost morose look upon her face.

“She’s cute,” Adachi said softly, gaining a sharp glare from Dojima.

“Don’t even think about it!” his boss spat, pure threat in his tone.

“I-I wouldn’t!  I didn’t mean- ugh,” Adachi placed the photo back down, recoiling as if it were poisonous.

Dojima laughed heartily at this reaction.  “Calm down, I’m joking.”  Adachi faltered and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly at his superior’s laughter.  “I’m picking her up on Monday, so I’m going to have to take a few hours off. I expect you to pick up the slack while I’m gone, got it?”

Oh how wonderful, more work for him.  Well whatever, it would be a few hours without his boss breathing down his neck.

“Yeah, of course!” he offered, attempting his best ‘good boy’ voice.  Whatever it took to get Dojima off his back.

Dojima smiled.  “Thanks, Adachi.  It’s-...going to be an adjustment for me.  I’m not sure I know how to handle a teenage girl.”

I would .  Adachi imagined her underneath him, breathless.  An unhelpful thought.  So he simply smiled.  “It’ll be good practice, Nanako’s halfway there!”  Dojima’s glower shut him up quite quickly, and his feeble attempts to look busy certainly didn’t go unnoticed by his ever watching boss.  While he avoided an earful, Dojima was quite harsh with him for the rest of the day.  Typical.

Still, he couldn’t have anticipated the way she’d look in person, or what it would do to him.  He’d accepted he couldn’t touch her; too close, too personal, and he couldn’t be rid of her the same way, lest he have Dojima coming after him.  Despite barely knowing his niece, his boss was already oddly protective of her.  He supposed it came with the territory of having a daughter of his own.  It sounded like a pain to him.

He’d stared into the napkin she’d given him, tainted with his own sick.  ‘Yue Narukami’, it felt disgusting as he muttered her name.

…

It didn’t take long for the news of the second murder to spread, not in this bumbling town of idiots.  It had given him some satisfaction, doing that to a high-school girl.  It was her own fault, all she had to do was listen to him.  She was probably run through anyway, the way people leered at her.   Pathetic. Worth less than the dirt crunching beneath his feet as he meandered aimlessly, reaching Junes.

He encountered her again.  Yue said nothing but blinked at him in acknowledgement.  From what he could see a faint smile painted her plush lips.  And again she was gone, she pushed through the doors into the fog outside, just out of his reach.  W-what was he thinking?  A smile?  That’s all it takes?  Get it together, you’re never getting a girl like that.  She’s probably a slut anyway.

He shook the thoughts away and went about his business, 

The next time he saw her it was on his boss’s request.  “Come on over, my niece is a great cook, she’ll make something nice and we’ll have a few beers,” Dojima said with a laugh.  It sounded like an excuse to get drunk, but he wasn’t opposed to that.  It beat drinking alone, staring at a TV trying to convince himself his life wasn’t pointless. (It was) “Sure, why not?” 

When he saw her in more casual clothes than her school uniform his heart jumped.  It wasn’t anything special, just a loose sweater that fell more like a dress and some leggings, both leaving a lot to the imagination and nothing at all.  She sat, poised, back stiff as a board, Nanako’s arms wrapped around her from behind, as if she could save her from any enemy.  He supposed he was still new, and the child was more used to the older girl who’d been living in their house, but it still hurt somewhat to see her be so shy toward him.

“Thanks for the invitation.”

“I hope you like the food.”  It was the first time he’d heard her speak, and her voice was unbelievably soft, comfortable, and somehow unnerving.  She had almost no emotion in her inflection.  He wasn’t sure how he felt about it.  It was as if she was just going through the motions.  As if she was like him .  He watched her gently nudge Nanako from her waist as she rose to attend to dinner.  He briefly mourned her modesty, unable to see anything from the way she held her sweater down as she stood.  She eyed him again and he was forced to look away while she moved into the kitchen.  He realized his face was flushed and attempted to chug down some water, blaming the color on his face to the singular beer in front of him.

Dojima made some jests, and Adachi amused Nanako with some parlor tricks, and eventually Yue appeared with dinner, handing a bowl to Dojima first, and him next before attending to herself and Nanako.  It struck him as incredibly practiced domesticity, and he found it delightful.  It was a fairly traditional katsudon over rice with some vegetables, but to he, who primarily ate cup noodles and convenience store sushi, the hot food in front of him looked unbelievable.  A 16 year old made this?  She smiled widely at the face he made, and he thought he heard her giggle.

There was a moment where he imagined her handing him the first bowl.  He’s surrounded by colleagues, his woman enticing all who see her, but she’s all his.  She hands him his food first, and he thanks her for the meal.  Later, when everyone is gone, he ravages her in the living room.  What a lovely thought.

“Glad you like it.”

He tried to deflect.  “Well, it’s good for girls to know how to cook.”  He wasn't sure what the look Dojima shot him was for, it didn’t matter anyway.  It was a simple compliment.  “Thanks for the meal!”

It slowly became more difficult not to think about her.  He found himself tracing her steps around town, and she was ALL around town.  She seemed to stick her hands in anywhere she was welcomed; multiple clubs, a host of jobs, some of them late at night where he found himself tailing her home to make sure some creep didn’t accost her (See, he could be nice).  He’d worried, being a city girl, she’d be some kind of slut, like the others he’d had to dispose of, but she was earnest; she held her distance to everyone.  She helped them, certainly, but she never got too close, she never allowed that kind of relationship to develop, even with her closest friend, that Junes kid,  who so clearly wanted to fuck her.  She never let him even walk her home, she didn’t want to leave a false impression.  Good girl.  And all the while she maintained this hollow expression, like she was yearning for something out of her reach, to be understood, to be known for something other than her unbelievable kindness. He saw through it.  He saw the emptiness eating away at her inside.  He knew all too well what it was to try so hard and barely be recognized.  He could recognize her, he could-

It was then her voice chirped “Hello, Adachi-san.”  The voice was pure, practiced, almost too much so, but her face retained her cold reverie.

“H-Hi” he fumbled, cursing himself.  She simply giggled, the laughter never really reaching her eyes.

“Avoiding work I see?”

“Well how bold.  How do you know I’m not working right now?”

“Ah, yes, I’m certain a crime will be committed in front of the most brightly lit store in the town at any moment,” she teased, hiding her chortles behind her hand.

“Hey,” he started, despite appreciating her attention. “Seems you can’t know where crimes will be committed these days.”

She hummed pleasantly, and he thought for a moment what it would be like to run his hand through her hair.  She’d never allow that, obviously.

“You’re probably right,” she sighed, the air leaving her lungs shifting her bosom pleasingly.  He tried not to make it obvious he was staring. “Guess we should be grateful we have Detective Adachi to protect us!”  The way she said it jolted him.  His face flushed dramatically and even worse she seemed to notice, yet she just grinned.  More expression from her than he’d ever seen.

He chuckled “On the case!” It sounded cheesy even coming from his mouth and he’d have regretted saying it if she didn’t laugh so cutely in response.  Something about her seemed to come out around him.  He’d observed her with her friends, with Dojima and Nanako, and she was always the same, so why did she laugh so freely with only him? 

The weight of his thoughts dawned on him.  This wasn’t a path he should pursue.  If he were wrong his whole world would be upended again, and this time it would be over some teenage slut, and he’d probably get more than a slap on the wrist and moved out into the booneys.  He’d acknowledged he couldn’t kill her like the others, and it’s not like he could sleep with her without similar problems, so why was he entertaining her at all?  Yet his obsession defied logic and remained.  He watched her smile fade back into a broken demeanor and he wanted nothing more than to make her laugh again.  To make him feel worth something more than he is. 

Well why shouldn’t he consider it?  Didn’t he deserve as much by now?  If she showed interest, why shouldn’t he take advantage?  Too young?  Barely, and she acted older than these backwater hicks anyway.  He imagined how she’d feel pressed up against him, soft sighs and moans coming from her lips, why didn’t he deserve that?  Why shouldn’t he have it for himself?

Because of her position, obviously, because she was young, and his boss's niece.  Because any way he framed it he would be doing something wrong pursuing her.  The backlash was inevitable, but again, wasn’t everything he’d done?  Sure she was still practically a child, but she’d filled out, right?  And she certainly seemed to want him in return.

It wasn’t worth killing her, he’d already acknowledged he couldn’t.  Her uncle would be after him immediately, and if he wanted to get away with his other murders he shouldn’t tie himself so directly to a victim.  She was risky.  She was too close.  What was the approach here?  He was struggling to leave her alone, and she certainly didn’t leave him alone.  If she reciprocated his interest why wouldn’t he take advantage?

Certainly she wouldn’t refuse him.

Not like those other bitches .

Regardless he had power now, capabilities beyond explanation.  It had been given to him , there must be some precedent, right?  Wasn’t he owed at least this?

He knew it was unreasonable, possibly insane to even consider.  A plan formulated in his head, and it sickened him, but he knew he’d go through with it.  She was too innocent, too young, too easy to break.  And he would break her.  This was too simple, she’d never suspect him.  She’d never realize he was working on her.  Who cared about propriety anyway?  Who cared about him at all?  If he were accused of assaulting a girl like that he’d be jailed regardless of if he did it or not.  They’d believe her, even if it was a fucking lie.  So why not have his fun first?  Besides, she clearly wanted him.

Silly little girl.

For once in his pathetic fucking existence, he felt a sense of purpose.  Tohru Adachi was going to make Yue Narukami his, through any means necessary.

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Adachi tailed behind her on her way to school often now, observing everyone she spoke to. It was far more interesting than anything he was actually assigned to do, which for the most part he could pretend he was doing anyway. Yue obviously took care of her looks; her skin was pristine, her braid down her right shoulder was thick but always flawless, the only thing she changed from day to day were her stockings. Sometimes they were knee highs in black or white, other times shorter socks with bits of lace frilling around her shin, and occasionally sheer black tights that he imagined running his hands up and tearing. He was thankful she hardly encountered anyone she couldn’t brush off immediately. Smart girl. That was right, it was so simple: just be his.

It didn’t surprise him however that she didn’t jump immediately into his arms. A good girl; modest. And while she continued to seek him out while he goofed around, it made sense for her to be shy. He was older, and she probably felt awkward. That was fine, there would be plenty of time for that.

It would take some convincing.

But it wasn’t as if he had no competition. That stupid boy from Junes still preyed on her constantly. It was annoying how often they were together, hell, he’d even gotten her arrested briefly. Who brings swords to a food court? Sure they were fake, but of course you’d get reported. What a moron. Why did she still hang out with an idiot like that? The idea of them being alone together was enough to drive him mad.

And now that Tatsumi kid? Fifteen years old and he stood taller than Adachi, with the rebellious bleached hair to boot, wearing nothing but skulls. Why the hell was she hanging out with him? He’d have to talk to her about her taste in male company…though, who was he to talk?

She was adorable in the way she made up excuses to see Adachi though. There was no reason for a teenage girl to be in the lobby of a department store so often because “she was bored”. He knew she was coming to see him.

“Oh, Adachi-san, you’re here,” she’d say, and he’d feign ignorance, rubbing his neck and asking her not to tell on him. She’d giggle and promise his secret was safe with her, as if he weren’t standing in plain sight slacking off. How kind of her. He’d entertain her for a brief time with some dumb jokes, and she’d laugh pleasantly before entering the elevator with some lame excuse of something she needed to buy, as though he didn’t know why she was there. Her face was always slightly flushed talking to him these days. Cute.

See, he wasn’t really doing anything wrong. She liked him.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to help with the cooking sometimes?” She asked one day as she’d found him once again in the Junes lobby holding a bag of instant noodles, eyeing him carefully. “It doesn’t seem like you eat very well.”

It was a surprisingly forward question from the teenager, and he stumbled for a moment before laughing awkwardly. “No no, guess I just…haven’t found the right girl yet.”

She hummed softly. He took a deep breath, minding his tact.

“But you and Hanamura, huh?” To his amusement she looked genuinely shocked.

“W-what?” She gulped looking away from him, her face beet red. Bingo. He should have known.

“Well you follow him around all of the tim-”

“It’s not like that!” she insisted, loud enough to both their surprise so she instantly covered her own mouth and he had to look around to ensure they were alone. A little old lady gave them a brief glance, but she looked senile and he was certain she hadn’t really heard when she smiled at him. He gave an unenthusiastic wave in response.

“Alright alright, I wasn’t making assumptions, it was just a speculation. You do spend a lot of time with him, after all.”

She stiffened herself and her blush slowly receded before she spoke.

“Well maybe you spend too much time here, watching me meet up with my friends in a town you consider oh so ‘boring’?” she teased with a wry grin. He laughed softly in response.

“Maybe.”

“Well, I’m not going out with Yosuke,” she giggled, an insincere, hollow shell of a laugh. It pleased him to hear it. She’d finally fully regained her composure. “He was one of my first friends when I moved here, that’s all.”

Adachi frowned. “Is that so?”

She smiled genuinely again. “I found him in a trash can.” Adachi blinked at her. “I’m serious! I don’t know how he managed it, but he rode his bike into a trash barrel and ended up face down!” Where he belongs. “I had to help him out of it and that’s how we met, then what do you know, we sat next to each other in class.” Oh, that did make sense. He couldn’t see her at school, he couldn’t have known. That explained a decent bit, but her ignorance to the boy’s interest still would have to be addressed. There would be time for that too, though.

She smiled, “I’ve actually never dated anyone.” Her voice was quiet, almost embarrassed, as if this was a point she hesitated to bring up to anyone.

Well, anyone but him.
He laughed, “I can’t see that. Pretty thing like you? Those city boys must’ve been tripping over themselves.”

To his surprise her face fell, and he felt a connection he didn’t expect to.

“Not really, no. I wasn’t really allowed to have friends, certainly not a boyfriend, so I would focus on my studies…” her voice was distant, plagued by something invisible. He watched her for a moment in silence.

“Let me guess,” he began tenderly, “Your parents, the ones who hoisted you off on your uncle: they only care about your grades, your potential, what you could do for them down the line? You couldn’t have friends because of your rigid schedule?” She didn’t look back at him but nodded softly. He felt a sudden urge to reach out to her. “Can I ask, why did they send you here, Yue?”

She looked completely empty, blank eyes facing the floor. “Does it matter?”

It struck a familiar nerve with him. They were similar in that way, and fuck her parents. She regained her composure quickly, and looked at him with her regular empty smile.

“But no, I’ve never even held a boy’s hand. Is that pathetic?”

“Not at all, it’s just atypical,” he cooed. “You’re just a sweet girl, Yue.” She seemed to perk at this, to his satisfaction. He didn’t really believe any of it, but it was still good to hear. She looked at him with genuine adoration, and it occurred to him for a moment that she could actually love him, maybe even if she knew; not that he’d ever tell her. Easier the other way. It wasn’t like he wanted her to, and it wasn’t like it mattered, yet it was a frustratingly nice thought. Regardless, he’d find a way to see that affection more. That look of pure trust, of soft adoration, of respect. It was what he deserved, but hadn’t been able to have.

One night when he’d come over, Dojima slurring drunk, Yue sent Nanako to bed sooner than she’d hoped, much to the young girl’s protest. Once they had finally hoisted Dojima onto his futon and closed the door, they panted in the hallway together, chuckling softly. She laid a hand on his shoulder to steady herself, taking the moment to catch her breath. His whole body tensed, and he could do nothing but stare at her, his breath still ragged. She looked up and smiled, and for a brief instance it almost looked like she’d glanced at his, admittedly chapped, lips. Why this stirred him so terribly he was unsure. This was new. He could just barely see down her nightshirt, her ample cleavage heaving with every breath before she righted herself.

Before he could do much of anything she broke the look, walking into the kitchen prepared to clean the mess Dojima had left in his wake. Adachi went to leave but she stopped him.

“You don’t have to go, I wouldn’t mind the company as I pick up.”

He stalled, unsure. “You really don’t have to host me, y’know.”

She giggled in response. “Go ahead, sit down. Do you want anything?” She really was incredibly domestic for a highschool girl. He had to try to think clearly, it wasn’t like he was sober himself. He’d planned to just walk home. But what was one more? Especially given it would be on his jerk boss’s dime.

“He got any beer left in there?” He played it off as if he weren’t staring at her pajamas, the thin fabric barely hiding her at all, the curve of her ass clear through such sheer shorts. He tried to ignore it. There were at least a few beers around, so she managed to scrounge one from the fridge, blatantly aware how far she had to lean down to grab it. Adachi enjoyed the show, her pajama shorts clinging pleasantly to her thighs and ass. The desire to run right up there and tear them down was almost overwhelming.

He reminded himself he had to be good.

Regardless, once she was finished fussing over Dojima’s mess, she settled quietly beside him on the couch. He hardly paid attention to the news show he’d put on, distracted by her presence and the swirl of alcohol within his head. Without thinking, he rested an arm on her shoulder. Upon noticing, he meant to move it, but she seemingly innocently in her obviously tired state leaned in, resting her head lightly against his chest. The impropriety of it made him slightly tense, if Dojima were to wake up-

“Seems like you should head to bed, Yue-chan,” he mused, watching her through lidded eyes. She looked about to fall over.

“Not yet- I’m comfy...” He chuckled softly.

“Well come on now, I’ll help you” he tried to be as placating and sweet as he could,
Dojima wasn’t going to wake up, not with how drunk he’d been, so he might as well take advantage, if she was so willing. He let his hand rest, and gently stroked her ribs as she fell asleep. Exposed as she was, and sleeping, he idly fondled her breast. She moaned softly as his fingers found their way beneath the fabric and pinched at her nipple. He pulled her fully onto his lap so he could drag both his hands underneath the fabric and elicit soft moans from her while he toyed with her chest, rubbing her ass softly against his erection. He sighed, excited and terrified. There was no way like this he could fuck her without her waking up, but he could toy around, and leave her none the wiser.

He pulled his cock out from where it pressed on his trousers, stroking it at an even pace. He slowly, carefully, held her hips up, pulling her shorts down just slightly to display her delightful pussy. He gulped, unprepared. He couldn’t fuck her, but god he wanted to bury himself inside. She was slick despite being asleep, her body responding on its own. When he brushed a finger against her she shuddered in response. So he lowered her down, and rubbed her wet cunt across his cock, eliciting moans from both of them.

“Fuck- Yue,” he muttered, “You say you’re a virgin, but you get wet like this, it makes it hard for me to believe you.”

She seemed to stir slightly at this, so he ceased his movement, holding still in the darkness until her breathing returned to a stable rhythm. It was too soon for her to know the extent of his lust. Even so, he rutted against her soft inner thigh, already wet with her slick, grunting softly with every thrust.

She was so soft. He pressed against her again with another sigh, it was impossible to stop himself at this point. Well it wouldn’t matter anyway, right? It’s not like she could get pregnant from him fucking her thighs. He held them together firmly as he began to thrust, watching her cute sleepy flinches. It wouldn’t take that long, staring at her, admiring her ample chest, her slight waist, her angelic complexion…

It came all at once, exploding between her thighs, painting her in white. He took a moment to wipe up the mess he’d left across the sleeping girl’s couch. How lucky he’d been she was a sound sleeper.

He let the overwhelming feeling go with a sigh. Satisfied enough for now, and still awfully nervous, he gently moved a pillow beneath her head and extracted himself from her grasp. He found a stray frayed quilt in a cabinet and thought to place it over her. It was odd, feeling so protective, but she was young, and it would do neither of them any good if their relationship affected her schoolwork in any way. Summer break was coming soon, and then he could bother her with less concern. Before he left he took a moment to run a hand through her hair, reasoning that he had to push it out of her face. It felt soft on his thin calloused fingers, just as he’d wanted it to; as he’d imagined it would be.

It couldn’t be genuine concern, it would simply be troublesome if she were anything less than her best.

It was becoming more difficult by the day to ignore his attraction to her, her soft smiles, the lurid way she spoke, how incredibly, awfully wrong it was to desire her at all. It was slowly building into something inescapable. If he’d thought he’d felt this way about Mayumi Yamano, this was new territory. The word obsession flooded his mind, but he stuffed it down as hard as he could. This wasn’t a fault of his own, some ridiculous need he’d never see through; this was what he’d been owed this whole time.

He saw her every day, milling among the ants who encompassed this fucking hickville, an odd beacon of light amongst the dullard masses. And each day it was more clear than the last. His. His. HIS.

It would take some work, as close as she was to falling into his lap, her propriety was part of what he enjoyed about her, and it wouldn’t allow her to just approach him directly.

He would need to create a situation where she’d come to him herself. He concocted a plan, not entirely ethical but at this point what were ethics to him?

It wasn’t difficult for him to acquire the drugs, with his position as a detective he had to simply make up an easy lie and it was a piece of cake. Just some simple sleeping pills, nothing that would hurt her, not even enough that she’d be fully knocked out, just enough so she’d be out of it. She’d feel feverish, that was the plan. He’d find some way to get her to his apartment and he’d drug her, leaving her feeling ill. He’d feel her forehead and tell her she had a fever and wasn’t going anywhere. She’d submit quickly in that state, and probably thank him for his kindness.

This was the plan, but not the end game. In her blissed out state he’d have a little fun. He’d make her feel good. He’d be careful to make sure she didn’t become too lucid. He’d insist she drank water, which he’d lace with more of the sleeping pills. She wouldn’t fully remember it; it would be like a dream. That was the goal: to convince her she’d dreamed about him all on her own, that he’d never even touched her at all. Of course, he fully intended to come on her again, but he’d be a gentleman, he’d clean her up after, just like before. What a nice guy he was. The pure picture of gentlementality. The thought made him laugh.

The next day, she’d remember something weird. She’d remember such an odd dream. Of Tohru Adachi using her. Of what he hoped would be her first orgasm. She’d wake up in his apartment in a panic, face flushed at the implications of her thoughts, and he’d smile disarmingly, acting completely innocent.

If he was skillful enough about it, she’d come to the conclusion she liked him all on her own. After all, she’s the one having dirty dreams about an adult man.

The thought gave him such excitement he could hardly contain himself.

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It was unlike anything she had ever experienced.  The wet sloppy sensation was not like anything she could recall.  It wasn’t bad per se, but it was unusual.  A voice echoed in her head.  “Mine, Mine, MINE.”  

She woke with a start; she felt…dirty.  She wasn’t sure why.  She remembered Adachi with her on the couch, his soft glances and unspoken words.  She was fairly certain he was interested in her, but it would be complicated to pursue, and maybe she was just being stupid and hormonal.  She had noticed him looking down her shirt more than once though.  

She was stiff as hell from sleeping on the couch, and it occurred to her Dojima would have seen her laid out like that.  But he’d been so drunk the previous night, he probably left in a hungover stupor, it probably didn’t even occur to him to give her any trouble.  That or she’d hear it later.  Either way, she had to get ready for school.

She desperately needed a shower, so she extracted herself from her place on the couch and made her way upstairs, certainly hot water would fix the strange feeling she felt in her lower half.  She heard Nanako stirring in her room on her way up.  She’d make them breakfast when she came back down.

She turned the shower on, allowing the steam to permeate the room almost suffocatingly.  She felt the heat would somehow fix the odd feeling between her legs.  She kept trying to ignore it, but the thought pervaded her brain against her will.  Did something happen?  When did Adachi leave?  No, that was silly, he’d never hurt her, she could trust him, what a weak thought to have.  Still…she felt…

Used.

The hot water assuaged her thoughts, so she let them run like rain down her body.  The steam was overwhelming and as she struggled to breathe she found herself thinking of him.  What it would be like to be underneath him.  What embarrassing thoughts: shut them down, she ordered herself.  With a dramatic sigh she turned the shower off. Staring at her naked form in the fogged up mirror.  She didn’t have time for these imaginations, she had to make breakfast.

She quickly dried and readied herself, fresh and prepared for the day in a newly folded school uniform.  She heard Nanako still moving about in her room.  Good.  She had time.

She hurried down the stairs, careful to put away her towels and laundry.  Nanako would tend to it later.  The weather should be good for a couple of days, so there would be plenty of time.  She busied herself in the kitchen, grabbing whatever she could find to make a quick breakfast the little girl could be satisfied with.

When Nanako emerged, fully dressed for school, she gleamed at the meager spread provided for her.  Just some eggs, sausage, and a few steamed vegetables, nothing special, but Nanako thanked her “big sis” readily nonetheless, and Yue smiled heartily in return.  When they were done, and Yue had cleaned the dishes, they held hands as she walked the young girl to school, like she did every day now.  Nanako ran up to her friends on sight, telling them all about how great having a big sister was.  It made Yue’s heart ache.

Since coming to Inaba, something in her was changing.  The ice in her heart she’d held for so long, forged from years of neglect and out of necessity, it felt, albeit slowly, like it was melting.  Maybe the country suited her.

And there he was, almost on cue, Tohru Adachi came into frame, standing aloof as ever against the rocks on the floodplain.  They caught eyes, and he smiled giving a small wave.  It was difficult to hide her blush, but somehow she managed and waved back at him before a familiar voice overtook her attention, an unwelcome arm wrapping itself around her shoulder.

“Hey Partner~”  Yosuke chimed gleefully.  Yue glanced back at Adachi; his smile had faded.  “What’s up?  Dropped Nanako off already?”

“Yeah,” she murmured.  When she looked toward him again, Adachi was gone. She may have made out his outline shuffling into the distance, but it didn’t matter anyway; he was gone.  She somehow felt it was her fault. 

“You’re working today, right?” she barely spoke, staring into the distance.  He sighed dramatically.

“Yeah yeah, kill me.”

“Could you do me a favor?” she asked innocently.  Yosuke blinked at her briefly before acquiescing.

“Well, sure, I guess, what’s up?”

“I juuuust need a small discount on some groceries,”  He frowned at her, but she smiled sweetly in response.  “Just think about it, okay?”

“It’s always something with you,” he replied dryly, but laughed regardless.  “I’ll see what I can do, just don’t go crazy.”

“No no, I swear it won’t be much.”

Just enough to make a good meal.

The rest of the day was a normal slog; Mooroka screamed at her no less than 3 times for being a whore, even though all she did was adjust her collar because the A/C wasn’t working and it was late June.  Yumi wanted her constant attention for the drama club, even though she barely attended it since she discovered her father was in the hospital.  Ai was constantly pressuring her to cut class, which she couldn’t easily do, meanwhile she ignored the soccer team entirely, and Yue was left to pick up the slack while managing the basketball team.  It never ended.  Yosuke had constant questions during class, and it almost seemed like he was intent on distracting her.  Just stop already!  Enough!  How did anyone in this fucking town ever get on without her?  Yosuke was hopeless, Chie and Yukiko were blind to their affections and somehow made it her problem, and Kanji, while the least troublesome, still needed constant reassurance.

The only stable support system in her life were her cousin and uncle, and that thread felt like it could break at any moment, with how distant he was.

And then there was Adachi.  Her last line of defense.  She worried herself into a tizzy thinking about the look he’d had this morning when she was with Yosuke.  Why she felt so strongly for this man wasn’t clear to her, but she felt it in her chest, deeply seated behind her ribs.  He laughed when she complained, rather than admonishing her for having negative thoughts.  He complimented her even when she was having a bad day.  In fact he applauded her for being levelheaded.

He- well he was complicated.  Her feelings about him darted between affection, admiration, and occasionally lust as if dictated by the breeze.  It wasn’t anything she’d expected of her first romance, a man 10 years older than her and hardly conventionally attractive hadn't been the plan.  He often seemed to look at her like a hunter examining his prey, rather than a mentor carefully taking care of his own.  He appraised her as if she were headed to the chopping block.

Maybe she was.

Maybe that was okay.

She found him so incredibly charming though, like a prince from some stupid fairytale he’d undoubtedly mock relentlessly.  Ever pragmatic, ever so reasonable. The thought of even expressing such thoughts to him made her blush; how idiotic.  

She sighed, she’d have to go looking for him later, and that was always a nightmare. He was never anywhere she wanted him to be.

Yosuke was rambling as usual, headed toward Junes.  He insisted on carrying her bag, despite her begging him not to.  He never listened.  She was exhausted by trying to argue.  She peered down at her phone, a message she’d sent Adachi still unanswered from this afternoon.

Can I come over later?

It had been about 4 hours since she’d sent it, and she sighed in defeat.  Yosuke said something, but she couldn’t pay attention to it.

“Yue!”  She perked up suddenly at his shouting.  “Are you okay?  You’ve been really out of it today.”

“Y-yeah, I’m sorry, maybe it’s allergies or something.”

He frowned, a hand on his hip, “Are you sure that’s it?”

For a moment she considered telling him about how she woke up, but it seemed somehow inappropriate.  She wasn’t sure why it felt awkward, but her lips tightened and she couldn’t find it in herself to speak a word to him.  She nodded stiffly.  He looked unconvinced, and stared at her a moment too long before nodding himself.  “Well alright.  Do you still want those groceries?” 

She nodded happily, glad to be free of such an odd subject.  “Yeah let’s go.”

On the way to Junes they chatted happily, and she felt her phone buzz.

“Not tonight, busy night at the precinct.  Tomorrow, 8 o’clock, okay?”  Her mood rose dramatically.  She typed back her approval, the pep in her step not unnoticed by her companion.

“Good news?”

“Not anything important,” she replied nearly too quickly, though it didn’t seem to bother him.  “Come on, let’s go ahead, I don’t want to be too late for Nanako.”  He nodded in response, curious but sated enough not to ask further questions.  She hummed as they walked, pleased that her paranoia hadn’t seemed valid.

That is, until she saw him again.  It was only brief, and he was shrouded in darkness outside of Junes.  She was walking in with Yosuke when she caught eyes with him again.  His face was dark, concealed in the night, but the glower was clear.

She had done something wrong, she had upset him somehow.  He looked…frightening.  A far way from the goofy cop she knew him to be.  His gaze was fixed on her, resentful.  It made her physically ill.  Yosuke followed her gaze and spotted him, though Adachi quickly turned away and faded into the darkness. Yue stared after him as if in a daze.

“Wasn’t that that detective?  He follows you around a lot, huh?  Think he suspects something?”

She didn’t reply, just stared into the darkness he’d disappeared into.

“Hellooooo?”  Still nothing, her face showed clear confusion, expression dark and unwitting.

“Yue!” he half shouted, she jumped back to attention.

“S-sorry.” she muttered, “I’m sorry, I’m here.”

“You’ve been distracted all day, are you really okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for worrying you, I just didn’t get a lot of sleep.”  She stared after where Adachi had left, but Yosuke seemed to notice and stared after her, so she stopped and chose to look anywhere else.

“Right,” he said, clearly unconvinced.  She smiled warmly and urged him into the supermarket.

—

It was maddening, seeing her with that fucking moron.  Why on earth she spent so much time with that idiot Adachi couldn’t possibly understand.  She didn’t need that Hanamura kid, she needed him.  What possible reason could she have for not seeing that?!  He paced around his apartment, certainly wearing a dent into the floor with his ferocity.  Why did he even fucking care so much, why was he so angry?  Was it because he couldn’t kill her?  Because even if he wanted to it was a bad idea?  Did it even matter, his life was forfeit anyway?  No, no, it did no good to think like that.  He could still get away with this, this could still work out in his favor if he just played the game exceptionally well.

He needed to stay calm.  She hadn’t done anything truly wrong yet, and she wanted to come see him, alone, which would be the perfect chance.  He had an opportunity like no other.  She chose to come of her own volition, why shouldn’t he take advantage, such a willing participant?  How wonderfully ideal for him?  What a team player Yue was.  She clearly had no interest in that fucking kid, what was he all worked up about?  She was a good girl.  She liked him.  And if not, well, like he said, his life was forfeit anyway, he’d simply end hers.  Afterall, what’s one more corpse on the telephone poles in this hick town anyway?  Oh what fun he planned to have.

Chapter Text

The universe was smiling upon him today, for once.

The weather had not originally called for rain or fog, but it rolled right in around 7:30pm. How oddly specific. Yue was set to arrive at 8, and it would be the perfect excuse to keep her here for a while, as well as why she might get sick. These days, it seemed like he was smiled on more often than usual, though his day to day existence was draining enough to combat that thought.

Adachi’s apartment was fairly clean, as always. It’s not like there was much in it anyway. He briefly worried if that mattered to her, then decided high school girls had no idea how a man in his late 20s lived. Besides, he kept his place neat, that was more than most guys did, so he should be in the clear.

He sat agitatedly in front of the tv, idly fiddling with the pills in his pocket, before suddenly becoming alarmed he might break a capsule and resigning himself to twiddling his thumbs. He tried to focus on the tv, but the thought of Yue was burned into his mind. Her thighs, her chest, the soft way her lips said his surname… She’d scream his name by the end of the night if he could help it. She’d be unable to extract herself from his grasp. His.

Yue wasn’t like those other bitches, she was unique, perfect for him. She wouldn’t betray him, nor would she reject him; he just had to get her there. She was already coming over, and come on, bringing dinner to a guy isn’t something a girl does for just anyone. This would be easier than he’d even anticipated. He stood and grabbed another beer from the fridge, gripping it tightly as he opened it. It trembled slightly in his hand in anticipation. Was he up for this? He had to be. It was already decided. Besides, he knew when he saw her all thought would go out the window.

He tried again to focus on the television. The new news anchor was fine; she had a somewhat annoying voice, but decent enough curves, and she dressed like a decent enough lady, with just enough cleavage to entice viewership, but she was nothing like Yamano. The station had mourned Yamano briefly then moved on like it was nothing. It was almost amusing how quickly they moved past her, how everyone moved past her. Like she never mattered at all.

Because she didn’t.

It shouldn’t be surprising, everyone is replaceable. Her, him, the cute little thing creeping up to his door, hesitating before she knocks. All immaterial. He’d by this point learned well the only point in living was for entertainment; to quiet the discontent brewing inside. Trying to pretend your life is ever going to mean anything is nothing more than an exercise in futility.

Well, of course, there was still the matter of Namatame, the only person still murmuring Yamano’s name across town. How entertaining his fall from grace had been, even more proof that Adachi was right about the world. One stupid move, and it would all come crashing down just like it had for him. His initial bitterness toward the ex-politician had been only mildly assuaged by his immediate ‘tragic’ downfall from political office to working as a delivery driver, depression hanging clear across his expression. Well it’s what he deserved. He shot too high, thinking his position prevented him from the backlash of his actions. Poor Namatame, forced to deliver packages in his hometown instead of fraternizing with celebrities. He chuckled to himself at the ex politician’s panicked worldview now. That’s what you get.

The rain poured against the window, tapping endlessly like nails against his skull. He briefly worried about her, but was thankfully halted by an aggressive knock on his door. He rose to tend to it, hearing her languished breaths through the thin wood. When he opened the door she was soaked through, having put her coat over the bag she carried to protect it instead of her. He smiled at this action, how cute. Still she was dripping as she stepped into the doorway, doing everything she could to keep herself from dirtying his apartment, but failing completely.

“You look like hell, Yue.” He said, amused. She took a moment to catch her breath before smiling at him.

“I’m sure. It came out of nowhere. I’m so sorry to bother you, can I clean myself up?” He grinned broadly.

“Sure, the bathroom is to your right.” She bowed gently, humming “thank you for the invitation” before disappearing into the bathroom to try and fix her uniform.

She’d left a few bento boxes on the counter, which he quickly put away, each hand made with obvious delicate care. She didn’t carve shapes into his vegetables like she did for Nanako, but she did take care to add specific things she’d noticed he’d liked on the side, without him ever even asking her to.

He kind of hated her.

Everything she did had a reason, and every reason he could fathom didn’t explain why she chose him to be kind to. He was literally planning to rape her, didn’t she have ANY sense of self preservation? But no, even if he admitted it to her outright, to his frustration he expected she’d just smile up at him in that flustering way she always did and tell him it was alright. She’d forgive him.

It really pissed him off.

This was the time though, and he’d already wasted too much of it fumbling over his own loose thoughts.

She returned slightly damp, palming her skirt down as if he couldn’t see her obvious attempts at modesty. It was so incredibly pointless. The urge to pull her into his lap and grind against her ass was maddening. Stop looking so cute, Yue, stop being so ideal, you dumb bitch.

It didn’t really matter, at the end of the day. He meant to know better, but he didn’t. While she moved around he couldn’t help but considering coming up behind her, pressing his hips against hers, rubbing on her supple form, hands working their way up to her ample chest. All his, all correct, laughing at her lurid sounds while he made her his. Perfect, pristine, All His.

The image was enticing, but her form was more so.

He realized he’d begun before he even meant to, pressing his erection against her ass as he came up behind her in his kitchenette. She didn’t immediately balk at the attention, which gave him more confidence.

“Adachi?”

“Hm?”

“W-what are you doing?” It suddenly struck him how bad this looked, how his cock was wedged between the asscheeks of a school girl, how he was blatantly abusing his power over her. In a smooth motion he dipped one hand into his pocket and grabbed a pill, shoving it unceremoniously into her mouth, pinching her nose and holding her jaw shut simultaneously while he continued rutting against her. She made small protesting sounds, and he noted that her uniform was still damp.

It wouldn’t take long before she was pliable.

Her focus quickly fell to the wayside, breathy moans taking the place of anything responsible. She wasn't stupid, he’d given her something, but the longer the drug consumed her mind, the less she felt like she cared. Did he even have to do that? She liked him anyway. His prick was pressed through his trousers against her increasingly wet slit, desperation eating away at her

“Do you want something?” he mused, a whisper against her ear light enough she could barely feel it. She nodded, which elicited a soft chuckle from him.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.” She was breathless, desperation playing at the edge of her voice, He didn’t even allow himself to laugh.

“No, I shouldn’t.” He teased at her clit, pulling stubborn moans from her she clearly didn’t intend to give light to. “But here we are.”

She was increasingly out of it, torn apart by his ministrations. To his satisfaction her body began to go limp.

“Let it go, Yue. Let this happen.” She nodded, looking back up at him with slowly increasing difficulty, It made him chuckle.
“If I’d known you’d be this easy, I wouldn’t have tried so hard.”

She frowned, “Don’t say things like that…”

“No? Well, it doesn’t really matter, you’re getting fucked either way.” She tried to react, but her limbs weren’t moving the way she meant them to, oddly heavy and not responding the way she demanded of them. Adachi didn’t seem to stop laughing. Oddly gently, he grasped her wrists one at a time and held them above her head.

“Relax.”

For reasons she couldn’t understand, she took his advice to heart. Even while he stripped her of her still damp skirt entirely, pressing his thumb against her clit again through her surprisingly soaked panties. She exhaled gently, calming her ever thumping heartbeat, staring directly into his terrifyingly dark eyes. Her vision swirled, the image of him staring down at her suddenly unclear. She swore she heard him laughing, but she couldn’t quite make it out. Was this real? Was any of this reality? Or was she making things up in her own terror? What was reality?

“Your body is-” Adachi caressed her chest with one hand, leaning his weight against her, his other hand delving into her mound unapologetically, “quite responsive.” Don’t, she thought, her face burning at his touch. Still, she couldn’t stop her body from reacting, and to the only man she’d ever actually liked, Fuck. What a nightmare. Slowly, her brain began to fade. He moved to the side to give her a glass of water. He’d put something in it, she’d seen him do it, but the thirst at the back of her throat prevented her from complaining. She gulped it down happily as he held it up to her. He looked satisfied.

Did it matter? Really?

How horrible would it be to be fucked anyway?

Without thought, without another idea about propriety, she stared when he spread her legs for him. As he pulled her panties down past her knees, he eyed her like a piece of meat. There was no love or mirth in his eyes, just desperate hunger. He intended to put himself directly there. Her head was swimming, and by the time she felt him stretching her, her consciousness was debatable.

Once, twice, three times, enveloping himself within her was unlike anything else. Fuck, fuck, fuck at her little cunt. He saw blood on his cock, and laughed at the fact she wasn’t lying: she was a virgin. He wasn’t going to give her any reprieve though. She’d given herself to him, even if she was unaware. She gave off soft lovely moans, but she didn’t acknowledge him at all.

“You won’t forget your first time, will you Yue?” Her eyes flickered. “You won’t forget me.”
She shook her head.

“I won’t-” she barely murmured, and it was beyond enough for him. He pressed himself harshly into her, cumming to his full ability within her. Recognition of the wrongness of it clearly crossed her brain, confusion gripping her. He almost felt bad. But in her odd stupor she reached up and grabbed his face, kissing him deeply. When their embrace broke he was surprised to acknowledge how little of the drugs he’d had to use to entice this side out of her had actually mattered.

How odd. What an unusual girl.

What a nightmare.