The End (guro, Yuri, yuri)

Another Friday, another weekend in this pitiful, fake world. An unending cycle. What meaning is there to this existence? She truly despised this world and all within it, save for one. One, who was right now going home with a doll made of flesh, blood and bone, but a doll nonetheless. She couldn't see her as a real person; to her Sayori was merely a robot, a doll; as were Natsuki and Yuri. She enjoyed their company if she could call it that, but did she truly see them as friends? Did she see anyone except for him as a friend, perhaps more? A cold breeze snapped her back to reality. Monika shivered, partly from the cold, mostly from her frigid thoughts. She was on her way to Yuri's house, the usually quiet and distant Yuri had invited her to spend the day at her place for whatever reason. She stopped in front of a very normal-looking townhouse; checking her phone to see if she got the address correct.

"This must be it." Monika mumbled.

She walked up towards the door and rung the doorbell. Silence. Then hurried footsteps getting closer. A multitude of clicks and clacks rang out as whoever was opening the door fumbled with the lock before it finally swung open; a blushing Yuri standing before her.

"S-sorry, did you wait long? I was just cleaning the house. Please, come in." Yuri said softly, sounding very out of breath.

"Oh, it's fine, and just relax, alright? I won't bite!" Monika said cheerfully, trying to break the ice.

Yuri, still red-faced, smiled faintly as Monika walked in. Monika looked around and true enough, everything looked spotless; Yuri really went out of her way to make everything perfect.

"Um, my parents aren't home for the weekend, so it will be just the two of us today, and..." Yuri's speech trailed off.

She was struggling to maintain eye-contact with Monika or look in her general direction for that matter. This didn't surprise Monika. Yuri tended to be extremely awkward around people, even him. After all that's what this doll of hers was like. Her tall, pretty, shy doll. Yuri. Though it was unusual of her to act this flustered. Then again it was unusual of her to invite anyone over to her house; she never got along with the other dolls in her class and shied away from the ones in the club. More importantly, why were they just standing in the hallway?

"Hey, Yuri, shall we go sit down somewhere? You seem a bit out of breath, I can't imagine you should be standing around like that." Monika said, hoping Yuri would take the hint and lead her to the living room, or her room, namely somewhere with sitting space.

Snapping back to reality Yuri simply nodded and starting going up the stairs, presumably, to her room. Monika followed amused as to how odd Yuri was behaving. Entering Yuri's room was like entering a completely different world; and a very strange one at that. On one end stood three massive ceiling-length bookshelves, and an extremely comfortable looking armchair placed under a light. On the other was her bed next to which was her desk, a closet, and a cabinet filled with a wide variety of knives and daggers on display. Truly a peculiar room for a peculiar doll. Strangely enough Monika quite liked it. It looked comforting, relaxing, and quirky.

"I'm sorry if my room is weird, but I didn't get to clean the living room properly, I mean, I vacuumed it but I didn't get a chance to wash and wipe down everything and -"

"Yuri, your room is awesome!" Monika cut her off, not wanting for her to start one of her apologetic rants.

Yuri froze.

"Does she really like my room? Wouldn't my collection frighten her? Is she just being polite? Is she mocking me?" Yuri's mind raced as her face drained of all color; so many negative thoughts flooded her mind that she continued to stare blankly at Monika.

"Hey, Yuri, are you feeling alright? You seem a bit out of it today." Monika said softly, placing her hands on Yuri's shoulders.

Yuri snapped back to reality, realizing Monika was now closer to her than ever. Her heart skipped a beat, her face flush once more. She couldn't find any words to say as she was once again blankly staring at Monika. This time however she didn't avert her eyes. She slowed her ragged breathing, calming down just enough to speak.

"W-want to see m-my knives?" She mumbled.

MoniKa almost burst out laughing. What sort of response was that? Why was she so flustered to begin with? Regardless the knife collection did catch her eye and if it would calm her little doll enough to play with she had no reason to reject.

"I was just about to ask you about that, there's so many, and they all look so different!" Monika replied, genuinely interested in the knives.

Yuri beamed. She grabbed Monika by the hand and rushed over to the cabinet opening it up revealing the large collection of knives and daggers she had. There were several pen knives, butterfly knives, switchblades, combat knives, but what really interested Monika was what appeared to be a seamless, albeit well crafted dark brown, smooth, lacquered wooden block. What was something like that doing among a collection of knives?

"Hey, Yuri, what's that wooden block doing there? I saw it before when we entered, but it really stands out from the rest, what exactly is it?" Monika asked.

"That? It's not a wooden block, it's actually a kaiken, but I can see why you say that. It was made to look like nothing more than a decoration, but then you grab it and unsheathe it and suddenly what looked like an innocent table decoration is now a deadly weapon! That, and they weren't just used as weapons either, they were usually given to Japanese women as a wedding gift, and were also used by the women to commit jigai, where they would either stab their heart, or slit their throat to preserve their honor, while the men would commit seppuku instead, by cutting open their belly, which to me doesn't really sound fair because why should preserving ones honor be different for man and woman, and usually when men committed seppuku it would count for more than a woman committing jigai, which is just wrong and..." Yuri paused, noticing that she was going on something of a rant. "I-I'm sorry, I think I got a bit carried away".

Monika giggled. Yuri was never this talkative before. In fact she said more in these 5 minutes than she said for a whole year in the club. It was a strange topic to get carried away with but she felt glad that Yuri finally opened up to her; yet afraid. What if Yuri isn't a doll, but rather a real person? Were all of her dolls like this? Was she the one who was disillusioned regarding this world? This universe? Pushing these thoughts aside she spoke.

"I'm so glad you finally opened up! I don't think you ever talked to me this much before." Monika exclaimed, struggling to put down her negative thoughts.

Yuri tensed up, as she looked straight into Monika's eyes. It was now or never. She walked up to Monika and wrapped her arms around her and just like in the yuri doujinshi she stashed away in the living room, pulled her in for a kiss.

"Wait, Yu-"

Before she could protest her speech was cut off with Yuri's soft lips. Her tongue pushing through into Monika's mouth. Monika's mind went into overdrive. Her doll, no, her friend, her Yuri, had just taken her first kiss by force. She stole her first kiss. His first kiss with her. Unforgivable. Indecent. Wrong. Warm. Mesmerizing. Oh so very right. Monika wrapped her arms around Yuri in turn as their tongues danced wrapped around one another. So warm. So soft. So right. As their lips parted, Yuri whispered.

"I love you."

I love you. Three simple, short words, yet so very powerful. Powerful enough to bring Monika to tears. Powerful enough to unleash the bottled up emotions she held within her for her whole life. How could a worthless doll like Yuri possibly dare to love her? How could someone so kind, caring, and as gentle as Yuri possibly love such a broken person as her? Her own reality shattered. All these years she thought nothing more of Yuri than a plaything, a doll, yet now that same doll had just played with her heart. She opened her tear-filled eyes and looked at Yuri, before giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

I love you. Three simple, short words, yet so very powerful. Powerful enough to bring Monika to tears. Powerful enough to unleash the bottled up emotions she held within her for her whole life. How could a worthless doll like Yuri possibly dare to love her? How could someone so kind, caring, and as gentle as Yuri possibly love such a broken person as her? Her own reality shattered. All these years, she thought nothing more of Yuri than a plaything, a doll, yet now that same doll had just played with her heart. She opened her tear-filled eyes and looked at Yuri, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

"I love you. I'm so sorry, for everything." Monika whimpered.

She threw Yuri onto the bed, grabbing the kaiken from the shelf, and wiping her tears away with her hand. She examined it, before attempting to unsheathe it. It was beautifully made, with intricate patterns carved along the handle and sheathe. Not that it mattered. She was done. This was the end of the line for her. The tipping point. She placed the tip of the dagger to her throat. Suddenly she felt Yuri hug her waist.

"I don't want to live without you Monika, please, don't leave me, not now, please!" Yuri begged, sobbing. The poor girl.

"Everything I've done, just came crashing down, a path I thought was set in stone, now shatters like glass. This world is not for me." Monika mumbled, deathly calm.

"Then let me die with you, I won't let you go alone!" Yuri yelled out, holding onto Monika even tighter.

"You said, when men committed seppuku, it would count for more, right? So, if I cut my belly, would it redeem me, more than slitting my throat?" Monika asked.

Yuri froze, pulling away to look at Monika. She was dead serious.

"Yes."

Monika pulled up her top, baring her smooth, soft belly, holding the kaiken to her left hip.

"Wait, before you do it, c-can I l-lick your belly button?" Yuri asked sheepishly, apparently completely oblivious as to what was to happen.

Monika looked back at Yuri, confused, and flustered, she moved the kaiken away, setting it down on the bed, as she slid her top off, standing before Yuri in just her jeans and bra. Wasting no time at all, Yuri wrapped her arms around Monika pulling her closer to herself to get a better look. It was slightly pudgy though Monika had a well defined pelvis a nice smooth curve from her hips to her waist and a deep round innie that Yuri couldn't wait to ravage with her tongue. She would be happy to die if she got a taste of Monika's lovely navel; in fact she was planning on dying the same way as Monika, cutting her belly thus committing honorable seppuku.

She put her lips over the deep dimple before pushing her tongue out into it. It tasted of peaches, and was warm and soft to her tongue. She rolled her tongue around the deep, tight belly button savoring the taste and the texture of the smooth orifice. She felt a slight shudder as the tip of her tongue lightly caressed the pit of Monika's navel. She probed further, pushing her tongue against the pit, hard. Monika moaned loudly pushing her belly against Yuri's face; pushing her navel into her tongue. She wrapped her hands around Yuri's head in an attempt to keep her there; to keep her tongue-fucking her navel to orgasm after orgasm.

"Oh god don't stop!" Monika screamed, raising her voice as Yuri's warm, wet tongue crashed into the depths of her navel, again and again.

Yuri had no intention of stopping. She pushed the kaiken to the side, using all of her strength to slam Monika down onto the bed. She was on top now. She was in charge. She spread Monika's navel open with her thumbs, before pushing her tongue in again, this time moving it in and out like a piston. Monika moaned like a cat in heat, clawing at the bed sheets, eyes shut tight, panting furiously. With her tongue still ravaging Monika's navel Yuri looked up. The sight of Monika splayed out on her bed making all of these sensual sounds; it was too much for her. Pulling her hands away from Monika's belly, she pulled up her sweater baring her own stomach, as she tried to find the kaiken by feel, too busy pounding Monika's belly hole with her tongue. She finally found her mark and grabbed the handle of the kaiken, placing the tip of it into her own navel as she held it under her belly. She slowly pushed her navel into the dagger, feeling it push back against her. Feeling it slowly pierce the skin, sliding through the flesh. She slammed her belly down, moaning, and biting down on her tongue and Monika's navel; eliciting a yelp of pain or perhaps pleasure from the completely oblivious Monika.

"I'm sorry." Yuri whispered.

Monika didn't hear her; how could she? She was too busy enjoying the tongue-fuck she was getting.

Yuri, meanwhile, pushed the kaiken in up to the handle, completely piercing herself and no doubt injuring her innards, which was of no concern to her. Monika wanted to die, and she wanted to die with Monika, so why not enjoy their deaths? She continued to studiously swirl and twist her tongue around Monika's navel, while at the same time twisting and swirling the kaiken in her own navel, opening up the wound and mincing her tender insides. This went on for several minutes before Yuri, weak from the blood loss and pain, couldn't keep licking or even keeping herself partially upright. She collapsed to her side, the bed soaked in dark red blood. She had done her part, fulfilled her dream of tonguing her friend's, now lover's navel, and now she got to die by her side. What more could she possibly ask for?

Monika regained her senses a few moments later and she slowly pushed herself upright. She was greeted by the site of Yuri with her shirt rolled up, kaiken sticking out of her profusely bleeding navel along with a massive pool of blood.

"Y-Yuri? What..." She trailed off.

She was the cause of this. She told her that she wanted to die. Yuri told her that she was going to die with her. This was her fault. Just like it was her fault for never treating anyone else as more than playthings. Just like it was her fault for blindly chasing after him. It was her fault her lovely Yuri was now lying in a pool of her own blood, barely conscious. Her dear, beloved Yuri; her friend, her lover, was dying because of her. She felt disgusted. She was disgusted at herself. Her actions, words, thoughts. Everything. Yuri looked up at her and smiled weakly, before holding out her hand. Monika grabbed Yuri's hand, holding it tightly as she sobbed.

"It's all my fault. Everything, is all my fault. I'm sorry, love." She said, choking to hold back the tears.

Yuri's breath slowed, her arm went limp. Her eyes shut for the last time. Monika was all alone. Truly alone. She grabbed the kaiken, still deep inside her beloved Yuri and pulled it out. She placed the blood-soaked blade to her left hip, and without hesitation, pushed it in. The pain was excruciating but she neither winced, nor grunted. Still holding Yuri's hand she began to drag the knife across her belly. The sensation of her flesh parting as the kaiken sliced through it was nauseating, but she persevered. She had to do this, she had to bear the pain; for how else was she to redeem herself? Keeping a steady pace, she felt her muscles tear, her entrails push against the wound as she reached the halfway mark - an inch below her soaking wet navel. The pain was blinding, deafening. All she could hear was a terrible ringing noise as her head was spinning. She couldn't see straight and yet she made no sound save for her now ragged breathing. Her trembling hand did little to ease her pain as she cut. Losing patience, or the will to endure, she tore the knife to her right hip and with the sudden tearing motion freeing some of her bowels. She let go of Yuri's hand grabbing the knife now with both hands, before giving it a sharp twist making the cutting edge face upwards. Twisting the blade in her belly so suddenly finally made her lose her composure as she let out a pained cry. Tears pouring down her cheeks, she finally broke down, bawling. Still, she somehow got the strength to jerk the knife upwards stopping just short of her ribs as she bent forwards; freeing the remainder of her bowels as she pulled the kaiken out and tossed it aside.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..." Monika sobbed.

The empty sensation in her belly was horrifying. She dared not look down. Thankfully, as her strength was fading, so was her nausea and pain. She flopped down next to Yuri, as she pushed her lips against Yuri's. She was still warm. She pushed her tongue in, almost expecting a kiss in return in her delirium. She was not long for this world, she could feel it. Her belly no longer ached, it just felt cold. In fact, she felt cold all over, and sleepy. Incredibly sleepy, and yet she was still mid-kiss. Everything was fading, a comforting darkness, a gentle silence. Her last thoughts, her last words.

"Yuri."