I'm gonna make them give Sayori Back

	Anon was busy cleaning his room. A flood of emotions were clouding his thoughts. Yuri was coming over for the project they were assigned for the literature club. Ever since he stepped in that room, his eyes could not stay off of her. That long, silky hair and those big expressive eyes. How was she still single? any man could have her. Maybe... he could be? No, that's ridiculous. No way Anon...

tap...tap tap... tap

That must be her. Even her knocking on the door seemed to have a nervous stutter. He made his way to the door, all the emotions in his head now amplified.

"Hello," Anon's voiced cracked due to the incredibly dry throat he just noticed he had. "how are you, Yuri?"

"I-I'm fine Anon. Ready to work?"

He absolutely adored that stutter. Anon tried to hide his smirk as she covered her face with some of her hair.

"I've got my supplies up stairs... Oh here! let me help you with that!" Anon said, realizing how rude he was being, leaving Yuri to hold the bag she had brought.

It's ok Ano-" She stopped mid sentence at the shock. Anon had accidentally grabbed her hand instead of the bag. He looked up at her and their eyes met. Their cheeks turned a crimson red as they were lost in the pools of beauty in each others eyes. It seemed like an eternity passed before they realized what they were doing. Even an eternity wasn't long enough for anon.

Anon grabbed the bag and began to speak in a voice could not find the right pitch, "Follow me Yuri, my room is just up stairs." Anon almost tripped on the first step, then the next... why did his feet weigh so much all of a sudden?

"Pardon the mess..." Anon hadn't quite finished cleaning when Yuri knocked. Or, to him at least, it seemed like a sty.

"It's fine Anon. It's cleaner than I thought it would be..." Yuri trailed off, "Not that I think you're a slob or anything!" She blurted out, trying her best to cover her tracks.

"Don't worry Yuri, you're fine." Yuri seemed to blush at that. Why? It wasn't like Anon said anything embarrassing. All he said was the she was.... fine.....

Anon mentally dug his fingers into his eyes. Chastising himself for the Freudian slip. He had to quickly defuse the situation. "So, what did you have in mind for decorations Yuri?" And said quickly, his words almost stumbling over each other.

Yuri ran down the mental list of her ideas. Anon didn't have any of his own to interject with, he was just here for the ride. Besides, her intoxicating scent was so distracting that he probably wouldn't even be able to spell his own name if you asked him.

"So, what do you think?" Anon shook out of his stupor. "Idiot," He thought to himself, "She's gonna think you're weird." Anon was quick to answer, "It sounds phenomenal, Yuri." Realizing he had went deaf during her speech, he said the best thing that would distract her from realizing it.

Yuri blushed as she turned to gather the supplies and hide her face from Anon. "I'll cut the paper and the designs, and you can paint the designs. Deal?" Yuri said as she also pulled out an odd looking machine and oils.

"what is that?" Anon asked, genuinely curious.

"I-it's an oil diffuser. It gives an aroma to the air. It helps me think when I'm....under stress."

Anon decided not to press the issue. Hopefully she was 'stressed' for the same reason he was. He noticed Yuri wince in pain as she sat next to the wall.

"Is your back hurting again?" Anon asked, not realizing he embarrassed her a little in doing so.

"Yes...but I'll be fine." Yuri murmured, blushing and averting her gaze.

"Nonsense, I've got something to help you. I'll be right back!" Anon said enthusiastically. He walked briskly to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet and shuffled through the mess of bandages, prescriptions, and other various items. "boom," Anon said to himself, grabbing a small jar, "muscle relaxing gel. this should do the trick."

He opened the door to find Yuri just rolling her sleeve down. "This will help your back." He said, handing it to her. Yuri looked at the jar and blushed harder than he had ever seen before. Even more than when he fed her the chocolate.

"A-a-a-anon. If it's not too much to ask.... can you.... help...." Anon knew where this was going.

"of course Yuri!" He said loudly. He didn't think Yuri could get any redder, but here she was blushing even harder.

Yuri lifted the back of her sweater. It was now Anon had realized why she blushed so hard. He wasn't even thinking of the implications of what he started. He stuck his hand in the jar and rubbed the gel over his hands.

Yuri gasped at the touch of his hands. "Sorry," Anon said, to enveloped in his own thoughts to warn her, "It's cold. I should have warned you."

"It's okay Anon." Strangely lacking a stutter. Anon peeked around her shoulder to see her face. It had the same look as when she's lost in her books. Even though her eyes were closed, he could tell she was in her place of comfort.

"Could you go a little higher..." She muttered. Anon obliged, moving his hand up to her shoulder blades. Anon blushed a little at the deep purple bra he had to work around.

Yuri gave a small whimper, then a small moan. "mmmmmmm" Anon began to blush even harder. He's just going to assume it's alleviating her back pain that good.

Yuri managed to stammer out, "I ap-p-preciate it Anon. I'm feeling fine now." Anon could have done that all day had she not stopped him.

"Okay, let's get started." Anon said, trying to cover his sigh.

****

The rest of the evening went pretty uneventful, aside from the occasional locking of eyes and some brushing against one another.

"I appreciate the...." Yuri began, as she cleaned up the remainder of the supplies. "... b-b-b-b-back rub." She stammered the rest of her sentence out.

"If you want you can have the gel." Anon said happily. He was glad it helped her back.

"Oh no, I couldn't take i-" "Nonsense!" Anon interrupted her, grabbing her hand and putting the tub of gel in it. Yuri blushed as they locked eyes again. "Who thought purple was such a beautiful color...." Anon thought, lost in the sea of Yuri's lit up eyes.

"Thank you Anon. I'll keep it in my bag." Yuri said in a hushed tone.

"Good idea, and I can help you again if you cant reach where you need it." Anon said, being pulled from The sea of lavender as Yuri averted her gaze with a blush.

Anon walked Yuri to the street and began handing her the bags she turned to him. Yuri had her gaze fixed upon Anon, but there was no blushing this time. Yuri looked like she was into her books again. She spoke with a sudden confidence, "Anon, I haven't had so much fun in some time. Today with you has been an experience to say the least. Anon, I...." She trailed off, leaning closer to Anon, and closer, and...

Suddenly, he felt lips pressed against his. The world around him melted. He became deaf, and all he could see was the most beautiful color of all....Purple.

Once again, eternity was cut short by the break of their kiss. Yuri stammered out, "I-I'll see you t-t-tomorrow. Don't f-f-f-forget the d-d-decorations." As she turned and hurried down the street.

Where did her confidence come from all of a sudden? and where did it go afterwards?



Anon decided to check on Sayori to see how her day with Monika went. Just like when he was Young, he walked in through the door and instinctively opened the door to her room. Sayori had her face in her knees, quietly sobbing on her bed.

"Sayori, what's wrong?" Anon said in a low whisper. She looked up at him and forced a smile.

"Hi Anon. Did your day With Yuri go well?" She said, keeping back sobs.

"That's not important right now Say-" She cut him off with a sobbed croak, "I just wanted you to be happy..." Anon brought her a box of tissues from her desk and sat next to her on the bed.

"Anon, I saw you two from the window...." Anon was a little taken back by this. "I, Uh...." He wasn't sure how to go about this. Was Sayori... Jealous?

"Sayori, are you..." He trailed of, lacking the proper word to finish his thought when Sayori chimed in.

"I love you Anon. But I also want you to be happy. What do I do? I want you, and I want you.... to be happy. Why am I so confused...."

Anon spoke up, clearing his throat, "Sayori, I....

-------------------------------------------------------Anon choice time---------------------------------------------------------------

Options (You can read both, or ctrl+f and type the number for your choice):
1) I love you Sayori
2) You're my best friend Sayori.



Choice-----------------1)
	"I love you too Sayori..." Anon said in an almost booming voice, "I never knew you felt this way for me. Why didn't you ever say anything before?"

"I....have severe depression Anon....I don't think I could ever handle you telling me no. The rain cloud in my could have turned into a Tsunami if you didn't feel the same way about me..."

Anon immediately grabbed her and held her as tight as he could. "I'm here now Sayori. I've always been here," a tear rolled down his cheek, "You big dummy!"

She let out a giggle through her sobs. Anon never knew any of this. Were there signs? why didn't he pick them up? I guess it doesn't matter now. He was there for her, and that's what mattered now.

She looked up at him with her tear stained face. He brushed the bangs from her face, "You know, you're blue eyes aren't as beautiful when they have tears in them..."

Sayori snorted from a combination of a sob and a laugh, "I'm sorry Anon. I...I Love you so much."

"I love you too Sayori. Please dry your tears...they make me want to cry." Anon said, wiping his eyes, trying to hold back.

Sayori Had now lain her head in Anon's lap. Anon worlessly brushed her hair. He remember being kids and how Sayori always liked to have her hair brushed by.... him.

Sayori's Breathing turned to Snoring. Anon must have put her to sleep with his petting. Either that or the emotional roller coaster they were on just tired her out.

Anon Slowly moved her so he could stand. He almost fell, not realizing that his legs had gone numb from sitting there for so long.

He fluffed her pillow for her and sat her gently down to bed. He took that red bow from her hair and sat it on her dresser. He covered her and just stared for a minute. She really looked peaceful sleeping like that. He leaned in and kissed her head, "Goodnight beautiful...sweet dreams." Sayori seemed to smile and cuddled with her comforter more.

Anon walked into his home and just leaned against the door. "What a day." He sighed as he kicked his shoes off and made his way to be.


Choice----------------2)

	"....I don't know what to say. You're my best friend." Anon finished, unsure of where this was coming from.

Sayori looked down and began to sob harder. "Is there something wrong w-with me anon. I know I'm not as pretty as her, bu-" She was interrupted by being pulled to Anon's chest.

There's nothing wrong with you Sayori. You're a wonderful woman." Anon said, squeezing her harder than he had anyone before.

"I just wanted you to be happy Anon... but I'm unhappy. Am I so selfish Anon...who would want to love someone so selfish, let alone be their friend."

Anon became agitated at her words. "You big DUMMY!" he shouted, choking up now from trying not to cry. He lowered his voice to a whisper.

"I wouldn't want anyone else as a best friend." Anon sniffed, it was now harder to choke back his feelings. "Where would I be without my best friend Sayori. Actually, where would the club be without you. I bet that club would fall apart without you."

Sayori chuckled at him, "You're a bad liar. they would be fine."

"Really? who diffused the argument between Natsuki and Yuri the other day? It wasn't Monika, and it sure as hell wasn't me. I had no idea what to do."

"Anon, I'm sorry...for being so selfish." Sayori said, lacking a sob. She must be calming down.

"It's okay, I still wouldn't trade my best friend for the world."

"Even for Yuri?" Sayori choked out, tears welling up again.

"Even for Yuri." Anon said, wiping a lone tear from her face.

Anon Gave her another squeeze and brushed her bangs from her face.

"We're all gonna have fun tomorrow. right? You, Monika, Natsuki, Yuri and I, right?" Anon said confidently, "We might even get a cute boy to join the club for you." He said, somewhat teasingly. She chuckled at the though.

"Okay, but he better be a cutie." She blushed a little and you both shared in a chuckle.

It was now dark and getting late. "Anon, it's getting late. I think it's time I turn in. You should do the same." Sayori said, removing her trademark bow from her hair.

"Okay Sayori. One more thing..." He began speaking lowly, "You're my best friend, and I'll be there for you. Always. Just remember, I'm a stones throw away."

Sayori smiled and nodded, "Thank you Anon." She yawned as she laid her head down and almost immediately drifted off. Anon quietly closed the door and made his way to the exit.

As anon walked into his house he sighed loudly, thinking of all the things that happened during the week at the literature club. "these girls will be the death of me." He thought, kicking off his shoes.


-------------Ending

	Anon Noticed Yuri Standing outside his house, facing the road.

"Yuri?" Anon said, not meaning to startle her.

OH! uh, hi Anon. I was just here to...to...to help you bring the decorations. Yeah! that's it."

Clearly a lie but he could use the help. He handed her a roll of paper, "Here's the door banner. I feel it;s the nicest thing we made, I'd hate to be responsible for it." He chuckled nervously.

"Sure anon. Anything for you." She said enthusiastically, grabbing the roll.

"Don't you usually walk with Sayori, Anon?"

"Yeah," He Started, "but she oversleeps sometimes. And I don't like being late."

"M-maybe we should get her up Anon" Yuri stammered out. "We could use her help setting up."

That was a good point. She's not getting out of work that easily!

"If you insist, Yuri." Anon said, leading her to Sayori's front door.

"A-Anon!, you should knock first!" Yuri pipped up, surprised at Anon.

"It's cool. We've known each other for years. I do it all the time."

Anon Made his way to her room. He reached for the door knob when Yuri Grabbed his wrist. She gave him a very judgemental stare. He knew why. He used his other hand to knock.

Tap* Tap* Tap*

No Answer.

"Sayori?" Yuri Chimed in to elicit a response from beyond the door.

Nothing.

TAP* TAP*  TAP*

Still Nothing.

Yuri Let go of his wrist. He took the opportunity to grab the knob and rip the door open.

*SNAP*

The sound of a rope becoming taught.

"Sayori!" Anon shouted as he saw a chair being kicked over from beneath his friend.

He ran and grabbed her waist and lifted with all his might. The rope was no longer straining the air from her.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

A small fist was pummeling Anon in his face. Hard.

Whack!*

One connected with his nose and immediately caused it too bleed.

"Let me go!" Sayori screamed, thrashing about.

"What the hell is your problem!" Anon yelled between hits.

It was at this point Yuri came up with a .... Dagger?

She sliced through the rope like a hot knife through butter.

Anon and Sayori fell to the floor. Sayori was gasping for air. Anon Was disoriented from the pummeling. How can someone so small hit so hard?

"whywhywhywhy..." Sayori began a montra of whys as Yuri ran to them. She immediately picked Sayori up.

"Why Sayori!" Yuri said, missing her usual stammer. Tears falling from her face and onto Sayori.

"I'm a burden! Even now, you guys are going to miss the festival because of me." She choked out, slowly regaining the breath she had lost.

Yuri Pulled her in close, "Sayori, I, anon, the club, we...love you." Yuri was beginning to sob.

Anon managed to get off the ground and make his way to them. Bloody nose and a black eye, but it's okay. Nowhere near as bad as Sayori. He knelt next to the two girls.

"Oh god Anon!" Sayori yelled, seeing the damage she had done to him. "I'm so sorry, all I do is burden and hurt others." She began to sob uncontrollably.

"I've had worse," Anon starts with a chuckle, despite having a dull sense of pain from the beating he endured, "Besides, I would have taken more if I had to."

He looked at Yuri, who had not broken her gaze from Sayori. Then, something happened that no one would have ever seen coming.

Yuri began to sing so Sayori. Where has this Yuri been Hiding? Anon wasn;t familiar with the song, but it seemed to work as Sayori began to calm down.

"Sayori, we need you." Yuri said, finishing her song. "The club would be nothing without you." Yuri said with the same tone a mother would use to comfort a crying child.

"You're just saying that." Sayori said, looking away from Yuri and I.

Yuri Pulled Sayori to her bosom and hugged her hard. "Why would we make that up. Remember when you diffused Natsuki and I's argument? Not even the club president could bring herself to interject."

Anon brought himself in to hug both of them. They all gave a simultaneous sigh.

Time stood still once again. Eternity was broken by anon this time. He broke from the embrace and went to the restroom to clean his batter face.

The whole time he couldn't get out of his head what Yuri did. Not that cutting Sayori down was a bad thing. It was what she did it with. During the situation he had no time to decipher the specifics, but now it was all flooding to him.

"That wasn't a kitchen knife..." He thought to himself, turning the sink water bright red, "and sayori has nothing like that. Where did she get it from?" Come to think of it, Yuri Had an odd looking knife yesterday. He hadn't thought of as more than a project knife.

Anon walked into Sayori's room, Yuri almost cradling her as she slept. Yuri looked at him with finger over her lips. "She sleeping now Anon, but I think we should take her to the doctor. Just to make sure there's no permanent damage."

"Of Course, I'll get ready to go." Anon started for the door. before he opened it he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Yuri, That knife. You cut Sayori down with it. But that wasn't a kitchen knife, or any knife I've ever seen here. Come to think of it, you never left the doorway when you got that knife. Where did it come from?"

Yuri broke from her gaze with Sayori. Now wide eyed, she looked at Anon, "It's well....It's copmlicated." Yuri began rolling up her sleeve...