February 21, 1976 (Present Day)
The House of the Crowleys
(Dazai Crowley's POV)
Long white hair. Long legs. Thick thighs. Slender hips. Big and beautiful breasts. Plump ass. Youthful skin and lustrous purple eyes. All of these were one of the many factors that described Yamato's beauty.
She was a sexy woman, even when she wasn't trying to be. So having her around every so often was definitely a sight for my sore eyes.
I can't exactly say that Yamato and I are childhood friends since she wasn't there when I was a child but we have known each other since the day I was about thirteen, so thats about four years now.
Despite that though, there's not much I really know about her besides the fact that she's close friends with Mom and Dad.
But from what I've seen, it seems like their friendship runs deep since they allow her to crash at our place and even sleep in my room sometimes.
Now that I think about it, pretty sure that should be illegal-....
As unethical as it may sound, I don't have many complaints since I don't mind sharing my room with another woman, especially if its with someone as beautiful as her.
Not to mention, she also loves cuddling with me for some reason. And because of that, well, let's just say I always sleep well at night when she's around-…..
Thing is, as much as she is beautiful, I don't really see Yamato as a woman of romantic interest.
If anything, I see her as more of an aunt.
Hence one of the many reasons as to why I don't have many perverted delusions about her.
"*Sigh*"
I think now's as good as ever for me to speak bluntly.
To put it simply, Yamato is a "distraction".
A great one, but one all the same.
As such, I can no longer tolerate her being in my room or spending anymore time with her. Atleast not right now, anyways.
Remember. The Entrance Exams itself is extremely difficult. Only those who have true knowledge and power about the world like the back of their hand will be the ones who could ever hope of passing it.
That's why I have been studying and training so much since the past year or two. And even then I still have a long way to go.
Which means that no matter what happens, I can't get distracted. I can't ever relax. Atleast, not until the day I grab myself a seat in one of their classrooms.
And even then, you never know, I may have to take things one step further.
Problem is, you can't really stay focused when there's a cute girl nearby.
That's why I have been ignoring Yamato as of late.
Even if I am aware of the emotional repercussions it may have on her, I don't have any other choice.
"What do you need now, Yamato?" I asked her.
"Look, I know you're busy and everything so I'll cut right to the chase." She told me.
I raised my eyebrow.
"I'm going to school with you."
.
.
.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me, mister. I'm going to be attending Cerulean with you." She elaborated with her hands crossed on her hips.
"Are you kidding me!?"
"What's wrong?" She asked me, raising her eyebrow.
She can't be serious-…..
I shook my head, trying to dispel my thoughts and make sense of the situation.
"I-....Did you even talk to Mom and Dad about this? Who's going to pay for your tuition? Surely you don't expect them to pay for it? Do you even have a job?"
"Hah, you're not the only one who thought that…." Yamato commented.
"What?"
"Nevermind." She replied, shaking her head sideways.
"Look, believe it or not, I already talked to Troy and Carla about it. They said it's fine."
"When was this?"
"A little while ago. On my way back home I bumped into Troy while he was running errands and I simply asked him. Like I said, he doesn't really mind."
"Wait, so he willingly just accepted to pay for another person?" I asked.
"I guess so. But your mom was a little tougher to convince, but she eventually caved in and said she'll help so as long as I chip in around the restaurant."
".....-God damn it." I mumbled under my breath.
"You're acting strange. Is something the matter?" She asked me.
"No, it's nothing. Just forget I said anything-...."
I couldn't straight out tell her I didn't want her to come along. That would be just plain cruel.
Still, I don't know how I should feel about any of this.
I know there's probably going to be a lot of nice women and girls in that school, but Yamato's beauty out rivals any girl I have seen lately.
So if she were to walk in those halls, no doubt she'll be turning heads everywhere she goes.
Not to mention, with all the attention she'll be drawing, if anybody was to find out she "lives" with me, I would be made enemies with all the other boys there in a heartbeat.
"*Sigh*"
This isn't good.
"Yamato, how old are you, anyways?"
"Forever sixteen!~"
"Bullshit."
"*Bonk!*"
Literally moving faster than the eye could see, she headchopped me without remorse.
"Ow-….." I said, wincing a little in pain while rubbing my poor forehead.
"Didn't your parents teach you any manners!? Never ask a girl her age!"
"Yeah, well, good luck telling that to faculty staff when they ask for identification."
"...-Fuck."
"Don't tell me-.....Did you seriously not consider that?"
"Uh, teehee?~...."
Disappointed, I facepalmed myself again.
"Why the hell do you even want to go? Last time I checked, you couldn't care less what happens in Cerulean. So what changed now?" I asked.
"I was challenged by somebody."
I raised my eyebrow.
"By who?" I asked.
"Eh, just a grumpy old man, nobody special." She said, trying to dismiss her words.
"Uhuh-…." I replied skeptically.
"Yep, they challenged me to some stupid dare and I got trigger-happy with my words. Long story short, let's just say I got to follow through with what I said."
And that was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Do you even hear yourself right now?" I asked, finally being fed up with her words.
"Hmm?"
"You do realize that there are hundreds, if not, thousands of people coming from all over the country just so they can bring their dreams to life, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"And what about you? You're just doing this to make good on some stupid dare you made? Do you even realize how difficult it is to even get admitted? This isn't the place to be playing games, Yamat–....!?"
But before I could even finish my sentence, I felt a strange magical sensation clip at my throat.
Shortly after, I lost my voice.
....-Silencing Magic!?
"Look at my face and tell me something, Dazai." Yamato interrupted me, while leaning her head closer to mine.
"Does it look like I'm joking-…..?"
Yamato's facial expression was dead serious. Her cold and harsh eyes showed no signs of playing around. And the invisible aura she gave off came with this subtle yet overwhelming pressure.
It was only after I witnessed her willpower, did I finally notice it; just how "serious" Yamato was.
Yamato is a very emotional girl. Sadness, anger, joy, jealousy, whatever she's feeling at the moment will clearly be expressed on her face.
This is how you know she's the type of person to stay genuine, even if that means being one to a fault.
"My pride is on the line, Dazai. This isn't your usual dare that I'm dealing with right now. And I have no intention to turn tail and be labeled as a coward."
As she spoke, it was clear to see that she definitely took this situation personally. Now as to why, I'm not too sure, but I'm sure the words "pride" and "coward" were enough to give me a vague picture.
Regardless, all of this was pure speculation and Yamato had no intention of going into greater detail.
Eventually, Yamato dispelled her magic, which returned my voice back to me.
"You don't have a problem with that-….do you?" She asked me a little while afterwards.
I sighed a little while rubbing my throat.
"Fine, just don't cause me any trouble, okay?" I replied, surrendering to her.
Yamato chuckled.
"Don't worry, I won't~"
Wow, that wasn't convincing at all...
"Oh and uh, my bad." I eventually apologized while scratching the side of my cheek.
"For what?"
"There's a lot of reasons that drive a person forward. Especially when you're coming to a place like Cerulean. I mean, take me for instance."
"But instead of supporting you, I assumed you were doing this just for kicks and accused you for not being ready. But clearly, I was wrong." I continued.
As I was speaking, I stared at my left hand again. This time feeling a little more uneasy than usual.
"I mean, who am I to judge, anyways? Hell, I'm not even sure if I'm ready for it myself…" I mumbled aloud, without an ounce of confidence in my blood.
While I was lost in thought, Yamato stared at me for a little while, leaving the two of us to be left alone with the silence that fell in between us.
But then suddenly, she chuckled out loud.
"Aww~ You're so cute, Dazai!~" Yamato happily replied out of random.
Before I could even realize it, she grabbed my head with her arms and dragged me deep into her bosom.
"W-.....What!? Urk!"
Being caught off guard, it felt as if I was starting to drown. With Yamato forcibly burying me deep with her breasts, it was nearly impossible to speak.
I won't lie, as a man, this was definitely a lovely feeling to be here, but I'd rather not die from suffocation, please and thank you.
"Get your damn breasts off me, woman!" I mumbled aloud, before finally pushing her away from me.
"Aw~ I wanted to cuddle just a little bit more-…." She replied in dejection. Clearly, she was enjoying this.
"That can wait till later-…..You know, after we pass the Entrance Exams?"
"But isn't that like months away? It wouldn't hurt to fool around for a day-…or three, hehe~...."
"If you want to play games and get caught lacking, be my guest. But like I said before, I'm going to take this very seriously. And you should too."
"Pft, I'll be fine-…. I'm sure I can handle a couple questions or two. What's a little test going to do to me?" She replied in a haughty manner.
The moment she said that, I couldn't help but want to brutally tease her.
While she was busy being lost in her delusions, I looked around behind me.
My table I was working at beforehand was practically littered with open books, thick reference manuals, scrap paper and other research material.
Honestly, it was one giant mess.
But admist all that disorderly chaos, my eyes suddenly locked upon one book in particular.
Seeing it was enough to make me smile.
"Oh, really now? Then try solving this question." I eventually asked her.
When I did, I presented the book to Yamato while pointing to one of the specific pages.
For a moment, Yamato came in closer and squinted her eyes at it as if she was trying to read fineprint.
".....-What the fuck is this."
That wasn't even a genuine question. That was a comment riddled with confusion and insanity that only a student would know after witnessing the greatest horror known to mankind.
"It's math. And it's going to be on the test."
"You know what? You was right. Maybe, this dare really wasn't worth it after all."
As if pretending to be some sort of cat burglar, she tried to tiptoe her way out of my room.
"Oh, no you don't! I won't let you run away that easily, woman!" I fiercely replied, while dragging her by the neck to my table in the back of the room.
"No, have mercy on meeee!!"
From that day forth, Yamato was never the same-....