knives and bruises a yuri x natsuki fanfic

Part 6

Natsuki blinked her eyes open groggily. Her head hurt. There was a solid pressure beside her and warm breath dusting her neck.

Oh yeah, she was at Yuri's.

Yuri shifted, groaning softly as she tightened her hold on Natsuki, burrying her head further into her neck. She smiled, closing her eyes again. They still had time to rest, the alarm hadn't gone off yet.

The realisation hit her like a ton of bricks.

It was dark in Yuri's room.

Natsuki yelped and wriggled out of Yuri's arms. She shot up, reaching for the other girls phone, her head draining of blood.

(1) Missed Alarm: 6:30pm.

The little clock in the corner of the screen read '8:13pm.'

She felt like she was gonna puke. She rushed to slip her shoes on and grab her jacket, buttoning it with shaky fingers. "Shitshitshitshit," she muttered frantically, her voice trembling.

Papa was going to kill her.

Yuri sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking sleepy and concerned. "Natsuki? Is everything alright?"

Fury flared in her chest. "No, Yuri! Everything is not fucking alright!" She felt wet streaks trail down her face. Was she crying? "We slept through your stupid alarm!"

She made a break for the door, grabbing her backpack and phone on the way out. "W-Wait! Please!" She paused impatiently, refusing to turn around. "I...I do not want him to hurt you..."

"He's gonna hurt me either way." She let out a sound that was halfway between a sob and a laugh, but it held no humor. "But, hey, maybe you'd get off on that."

Shitshitshit. What the fuck did you say that for?

"N-Natsuki?" Oh fuck. She sounded so quiet and hurt, her voice full of pain. "Why...Why would you s-say that?"

She honestly hadn't meant to say it. She hadn't even thought it, she'd just...said something to hurt Yuri. Like she always did. Why the fuck was that her default defense mechanism?!

Natsuki glanced at the phone in her hand. No new messages or missed calls. Weird, usually he'd be blowing her phone up by now. Maybe...just maybe she was safe. How long would that last, though...?

Fuck it. Yuri was more important.

Natsuki dropped her bag and turned. "Yuri I'm so, so sorry. I really didn't mean that!" She went to hug her, but Yuri pushed her away, pulling her knees to her chest and covering her face with her shaking hands.

"I-I trusted you with that!" She was hyperventilating, her breath coming hard. "I-Is that what you truly think of me?"

Panicked, Natsuki shook her head. She hadn't even noticed she had begun pacing.

You fucked this up. She's never going to forgive you now. She'll abandon you.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Natsuki forced herself to sit down on the side of the bed to stop herself from pacing, attempting to calm her racing mind.

Fuck, Nat, cmon. Figure out how to fix this.

"I don't, Yuri! I promise!" Yuri was trembling. A lot. She'd hurt her.

You're turning out just like him.

SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP.

"I'm just so, so stressed out right now! Please believe me!" She begged, tears stinging her eyes. This was too much, she didn't know how to fix this.