>>7454
idfc if its been over a month i'm following this up... (also my first time doing this so sorry if it's shit)

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My name is Yuki Petrenko. Most of you do not know me, those who do might have described me as kind, polite, maybe even a little shy. I fucking wish I was just "shy"...
All the time growing up, I wished I could have been that perfect little girl everyone saw me as, but there was something, not right, something in my head, scraping, tearing, gnawing at me! It took every ounce of my will to control it, but "will" wasn't enough. I was ready to kill, I was ready to die, the pain was unbearable! I couldn't fucking take it anymore!

And then she turned up...

The love of my life, a gentle girl named Aoi, the antithesis of my own slice of hell. My antidote. My, reason, to live. Not anymore...

We had plans, we were going to get married, overseas, I got a part time job just for her, I sacrificed my freedom for fucks sake! Everything I did, I did so we could share our lives together... Well look how that turned out.
She loved animals, I loved them for her, and she especially loved fish, Jesus, she could never get enough of the fish. She said she could talk with them, that they liked her because she refused to eat sushi, bullshit like that. I still cannot figure out if she was joking or not, but it made her happy, which made me happy, so I played along.

Tonight, I managed to sneak us an exclusive, romantic dinner date at her favourite aquarium. There's going to be a lot of cuddling, kissing, laughing, we both know this, it's how our dates usually go. What she doesn't know though, is that just a few hours ago, I butchered her fucking whore of a boyfriend so I could get the pass to this place. She doesn't know that she's next. But now my hands can't stop caressing her perfect, limp, naked body, and I remember everything I used to love about her. It's going to hurt, to say goodbye, but she should have thought about that before she started sleeping around behind my back. I'm just doing what I have to do.
...I can't let go, not like this. For a moment I caved in to my emotions. For a moment I pretended that everything was still all right... A tear rolled down my cheek, and I kissed her, everywhere. Frantically, I started at her forehead, her mouth, her neck. Then I moved down, to her breasts, her stomach, her groin. She had urinated a little bit, as expected from such a high dose of sedatives, even her own filth was perfect. Her scent overwhelmed me as I decided to embrace each other's bodies with absolute passion, just one last time...

"...Yuki?, Mmf, Yuki? Wha-what's happening?"
Aoi came to. Dangling upsidedown by her feet, hands tied behind her back, hair gliding across the water surface of a piranha enclosure. She's barely able to speak.
"Yuki?"
No response, I stare, only one word escapes my mouth.
"Daisuke."
"What? Oh shit, no, it's not what you think it is-"
"IT'S EXACTLY WHAT I FUCKING THINK IT IS!"
Now she's crying, too, her sobs so angelic, but I just stare, silently.
"I'm sorry..."
I'm at my peace now. I cut the rope.
Before she can even scream she's already underwater. The piranhas swarm around her, sniffing her out, curious, gentle, calm at first. Then, one by one, they start biting, tearing through the top layers of her flesh. She screamed, gasped, struggled, I was amazed she hadn't drowned yet, but any resistance was futile. She was being rapidly, violently torn apart, and I was enjoying it. The pure fear in her eyes made my heart flutter, until her eyes shone with nothing. Then, I watched. I watched her exposed bone and muscle, her loose organs float around her, what little remained of her lifeless body drift through the glass cage, obscured by blood. I watched, and I waited, to recieve the consequences of my actions...


Name: Yuki Petrenko
Age: 18
Personality: Dual personality. Timid, kind, accepting. Switches up to serious, calculated, brooding.
Appearance: Skinny but fit, around 5'10", pretty in a tomboyish kind of way, pale smooth skin, long black hair with a messy fringe.
Apparel: Stylish yet practical, black tank top wth cargo pants and combat boots.
Consent: Leans towards no for sex, indifferent about death.
Death: Suicide by police officer/armed soldier. Finished off by melee (stab wound, blunt force trauma, etc) but she can get fucked up beforehand.
Scenario: Brainwashed by the KGB as a failed experiment to create super soldiers before moving to Japan, doesn't remember it. "I've just killed someone, some kind of response will be here soon, likely a JSDF team. I'm ready to die, but I'm not going down without a fight."