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If all humans are the same, then why are they so different? If there is a universal standard of good and evil, then why are there so many different interpretations of them that lasted for centuries?
It is a fact that humans are taught with a series of binaries of ‘right’ and ‘wrong’, before they are made to confront the actual nuanced reality. However, it never stopped certain people from trying to paint things in a more monochromatic view in order to make it seem more acceptable to them. Whether it’s god or politician, the desire and delusion for holy escape is always there.
Except for those who are too far gone.
For you see, this isn’t a tale about the most righteous of individuals, or the most heinous of criminals. Neither it is about the bravest of fire brigade members, nor the most notorious of terrorists. This tale is about someone who happened to gain a means of coping with the world when all else had marked them for downfall. Those who look down on society's tormented and laugh at them should beware…
… Lest they get what they deserve…
“Akiko, get your ass down from your room!” An angry voice of a woman bellowed from the kitchen in a typical Japanese terrace home. Why wouldn’t she be? She was yelling for her daughter who had stopped going to school on her own accord after flunking the exams.
With heavy but silent footsteps, Akiko came down from her room. Her own black hair had seemed to have seen better days, given how it frayed at the ends. It made her look less human and fortunate than most others of her age of 17. She didn’t wear much either; a sleeveless vest with no bra underneath, and cotton shorts that weren’t meant for her gender.
“What do you want?” Akiko asked with concealed venom.
Akiko’s mother, against her temper, only slammed the wallet ─ her own wallet, at the dining table, before staring daggers into her daughter’s eyes. It would’ve been worse; it could’ve resulted in an angry slap across the oil-creased cheeks bereft of any care.
With dark brown hair and stern look, the mother ordered, “Make yourself presentable and buy the groceries. You can do THAT much as a human being, can’t you?”
Akiko nodded somewhat reluctantly, “Yes, mom.”
“Good. And while you’re at it, today’s the final deadline of making your room into a mess. I am going to disown you if you don’t act accordingly. I did not buy this home for you to be a source of its hazard.” The mother threatened within reason.
Akiko did not hold it against her own mother. She was well aware that it had been her own fault that had led to this. But this wasn’t the time to go on another shouting match with her. If it didn’t work at first, it likely wouldn’t work another time.
Akiko’s mother had been frustrated when it came to her daughter, but had gradually become more and more tolerant of her antics. The law of carrot and stick dictated that if the stick didn’t work, go for the carrot first. It was not as if Akiko had been a criminal at home, using the internet to commit cybercrime. When she saw Akiko taking up the broom, dustpan and garbage bags, it was one less reason to get angry, and a reason not to make good on her threat to disown her own daughter who she had been raising for 17 whole years and more.
Akiko, in her obligation to her own parent and morality, had once again taken the option that achieved a rather reasonable compromise between her own defiance and responsibility as a daughter of the family. Feeling itchy from her own dumpster of a room aside, it was about time to give it a good clean.
But in the process of doing so, she was basically making herself confront the reasons she had stopped going to school. There were more than several…
First of all was the remains of a broken smartphone. The screen appeared to have been smashed by a single punch. Akiko’s own punch.
Next was a pile of textbooks with red and blue permanent marker doodles on them (in Japanese) telling her what a freak she was, how she should die, or get away from everyone.
Then it was a broken violin, with its case completely smashed out of frustration.
There were other signs of destroyed school related objects littered across the room, mixed with the phone-delivered food boxes and packages. Each of them were a piece of the puzzle to the painful past that Akiko had not wanted to face until today.
But, the final article that stabbed her heart the most was a random sticker photo of herself and former friends of the string instruments school club. They had once been very close friends. However, they had been the ones to turn on her first, when it had been discovered that Akiko had done something out of an urge.
Oh how it hurt her so. So much so she started crying once more. But the tears soon stopped as a twisted fantasy came to her mind. Akiko looked down at her own crotch and realized that it wouldn’t be so bad if she were able to impregnate the ones who had wronged her. For a moment, it seemed as if her shorts bulged up.
“... I will get you… All of you…!” Akiko grit her teeth in a vengeful tone.
Yes. Akiko had been betrayed. The ones who had betrayed her raised the issue to the school. It had created a scandal. Akiko had been targeted. Her phone had received harassments and threats to the point that she had to smash it. In her trapped situation, she could do nothing but to vent her frustrations on all of her belongings.
Yet in the end, she had ultimately made herself look worse because she had no allies in school. Because her own biology had prevented others from sympathizing with her. She, a futanari, had no way to prove her own innocence, when she had been caught jerking off over a dustbin.
[Confirm putting 50x Trash into Inventory?]
This… This would change everything. Akiko was stunned for 3 whole minutes, but after comprehending the purpose of the notification in her mind, and all of its implications, a twisted grin formed on her lips.
In an instant, the room became free of any trash. She had willed it so, and the System answered. How euphoric!
No one in the world knew, that it was in this fateful day, a suffered soul would embark on a twisted journey to make up for her own lost time, by changing what had denied her.
Without a sound, she ran off with her mother’s money. It was time to go for a little detour before the groceries.
THE FALLING DOWN OF YUMEBASHI AKIKO
TO BE CONTINUED