Yuki's Love(WIP)

Yuki's Love.

 

>You see a light at the end of the tunnel as you're shrouded in total darkness.

>Honestly, you can't remember what happened.

>All you remember was everything going black.

>As the famous light that everyone talks about approaches you, you decide to do what everyone says to do...RUN.

>You turn around and run as fast as you can, but you only find it useless. You seem to be running in place.

"No this can't be it! This can't be the end!"

>You turn around toward the light to see how much closer it's gotten.

>As you do so, you're nearly blinded by it, you're heart racing a thousand miles a minute.

>Your eyes squinting from the extremely bright light forcing you to shield them.

>Your mind going haywire from the thought of your life finally ending.

>You fall to your knees in defeat, accepting your fate.

>A sigh escapes your lips as you slouch over.

>This was it.

>The End of your life.

>Suddenly, you hear a set of hooves approaching you from behind.

>A hand is gently placed on your left shoulder.

>Feeling it's breath going down your neck.

>The entity's arms wrap around your torso and you feel a gently kiss on your cheek.

>"Not today sweetie." from the voice you can tell it's female.

>Suddenly, her yellow wings surround you in protection as the blinding gleaming light covers the both of you.

>Images fly into your head.

>A hammer hitting a nail onto the head of a crow.

>Lightening in the middle of a clear sunny day striking a public pool full of children.

>A mysterious man in a brown raggedy coat and torn black slacks laughing maniacally as he stands in front of a tombstone, raising his arms in the air, "WELCOME SWEET PRINCE!" he said as purple lightening strikes in the background.

>A little girl of the head of a Sphinx in Egypt holds a teddy bear in her hand looking down upon what lies below, she looks to a man in an all black suit and a white dress shirt with the classic agent matrix shades on just beside her.

>"What are you orders ma'am?" He asks.

>"Kill them all."

>Two close friends at a park playing chess in public, both elders.

>"Do you always have to go for the rook?"

>"Do you always have to ask?"

>A young woman in a green winter coat, black fuzzy warm boots and red ear muff runs to a red telephone box in the middle of the night, a streetlight showing where it is, she makes it to the box and opens the little glass door.

>Desperately, she dials the number she has in mind after putting in the needed change.

>She looks around seeing if anyone was following her and no one seem to be around.

>She keeps moving around in place, constantly looking over her shoulder.

>The line picks up, "Hello Operator."

>"Oh yes can you get me-"

>She looks into the reflection of the glass and sees there is a man behind her.

>Instantly, she turns around.

>The man had a nice black sports jacket and white dress shirt, in his chest pocket was a dead red rose.

>The tie he wore was crimson red, he also wore black penny loafers.

>Black hair slicked back and red eyes that contrast his white skin.

>He had charisma beyond belief.

>She walks out of the phone booth for a second to get a better look.

>The phone hangs by the cord.

>"Operator here, hello? Are you there?"

>The gentleman smoothly leans against the red phone box, he then reaches into his pocket to pull out a shiny quarter.

>He begins flipping it in the air as he placed a brilliant smile on his face.

>"Wh-who are you?" the young lady asked in curiosity.

>He stops leaning on the red telephone box and with style, walks up to her.

>"Hello, I'm the Devil."

 

 

>The next thing you know, your eyes shoot open, you hear a heart monitor beep.

>"He's stable, that was a close one."

>You notice the foul smell and recognized it anywhere.

>Your head covered in the bandages.

>You can't really feel your legs.

>Your arms seem to be okay.

>A group of doctors and nurses crowed around your bed with curious eyes.

>"He...actually...survived."

>You look around at the assortment of different color eyes that surround you.

>There was only one thing...

>You have no idea who you are...

"I...where am I?"

>A nurse hushes you, "please, don't stress, relax okay?"

>You're not one for arguing.

"What...happened?"

>"You was in a car accident, you hit your head pretty good. It's a wonder how you're alive."

"Really?"

>"Also...someone tried to take your life."

"...really?"

>"You was shot in your heart, thankfully it was about two inches to the right away from your heart so you should be okay. We managed to remove it."

"Who am I?"

>"Well it's funny, we don't have any medical records of you or your date of birth."

>"No finger prints or medical history seem to match up." a nurse said flipping frantically through the charts she holds in her arms.

>"You also didn't have any identification on you at all when the paramedics found you."

"...Seriously?"

>"Yes. We even searched through your phone for an emergency contact but there were none, not one person, text message or call log..."

>"You are anonymous, unknown even. It's a wonder how we don't have information on you."

>Hmm, Anonymous Unknown, you like the sound of that.

"So looks like I'm Mr. Unknown for now."

>The nurses and doctors chuckle at your little comment.

>"It seems so, we'll be back in a few hours to check up on you."

>You simply nod and watch them leave the room.

>After sighing in relief from your apparent miracle, you stare at the ceiling blankly.

>You look over to the window and find it's in the middle of the day.

>What you want to know is...

>Who or what was that thing that saved you from the light?

>It called you "sweetie", do you know it or something?

 

>A few hours pass by with you still watching the ceiling.

>Bored out of your mind.

>That kinda happens when you have a room to yourself.

>You would watch TV but there wasn't anything good on.

>Your eyes are getting heavy anyway, you yawn as you stretch your arms somewhat.

>Within a matter of seconds, you are asleep.

>You find yourself in a room.

>White walls, white floors and a white ceiling.

>You spot two wooden black chairs facing each other.

>In one of them sat your savior of your life.

>Having yellow fur, her eyes an adorable teal color.

>Her straight hair pink, some of which falls in front of her left eye.

>She had a pink tail as well.

>She had arms and hands.

>Decent sized breasts from the somewhat one size too small white T-shirt she was wearing.

>She had legs but instead of feet she had hooves.

>Wearing only pink panties to cover up her most valued treasure.

>Her yellow wings spread out in grace. Wings of that of an angel.

>Damn, she's actually...kinda hot.

>"You're too kind, Anon."

>Did she just read your mind?

>"That would be a yes."

"Who and what are you?"

>She places a gentle smile, beaming at you as her cheeks blushed.

>"My name's Yuki Yani, but you can just call me Yuki."

"Nice meeting you Yuki."

>"We've known each other for quite some time hun."

"What are you talking about? This is the first of me seeing you."

>She giggles playfully, covering her mouth with her hands.

>"Believe me, this isn't your first time seeing me."

"Really now?"

>"Mhm, in fact we..."

>She begins blushing out of control.

>Her eyes suddenly become half lidded as she muffles a moan.

>"You can say we are quite close."

"Wait you're tell me we-"

>"Yes, we've fucked. Multiple times."

"...wat?"

>"Your memories however may have been a bit tampered with, Anon. That's what you're calling yourself right?"

"Y-yeah."

>"So, I'm sure you have some questions, ask away sweetie."

>You're still stuck on the fact you actually fucked her.

"Oookay ummm, why do you look like what's her name from that one pony show?"

>"You mean Fluttershy? Yeah I'm just the antrho version of her only not as timid I suppose."

 

(WIP Point, Shit's about to get trippy)