I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 80

Akira with Yui, the Soul of Hip-Hop

“Ugh…”

An intense, nauseating stench filled the air, prompting Minatsuki-san to cover her mouth.

It was as if someone had tried to depict a scene of horror, with blood splattered all over the room.

The Venus in the framed painting on the wall was stained a dark red, as though dragged into the mire of reality.

Heads, arms, legs, torsos sunken in a pool of blood… When he stepped closer to inspect, he found that what stretched out buoyantly was made of silicone.

“Akira-kun, look,”

Minatsuki-san pointed toward the center of the room, where there was a table. On it sat an old boombox, as if it was trying to imitate an arrogant king.

Staring intently, a grand orchestra began to play.

“…Wagner’s ‘Under the Double Eagle.'”

The tune was strangely familiar, likely a march. A lively melody that one might hear at a sports festival, inspiring marchers with its rhythmic beats.

As the music stopped, a voice chimed in.

“Hi, Darling!”

“Hey, Fiene!”

“Akira-kun, you don’t have to answer the radio cassette player.”

Ignoring the yandere’s call would be deadly…

“Did I surprise you a bit? Don’t worry, the two are safe. They’re ‘over here.’ Sorry to trouble you with coming all this way.”

Is she going to reimburse me for travel expenses too?

“Rise and fall of the tide”

Suddenly, to steer the conversation and pique interest, Fiene used words that demanded imagination.

“Akira-kun, you know because you walk by the sea every day, don’t you? What time does the tide reach its ‘highest’?”

“What are you talking about… What does rise and fall of the tide have to do with the two of them… Akira-kun?”

Ignoring the earnest Minatsuki-san, I slung the radio cassette playerover my shoulder and started to ascend the stairs.

“Ah, Akira-kun, what’s the matter!? Where are you going with that radio cassette player!?”

“Don’t you get it?

At this time, the height of the tide is—”

“Dossei!!”

Stepping outside, I slammed the radio cassette player onto the ground with all my might.

A pre-recorded cassette tape ejected onto the ground, and I stomped on it viciously, crushing the tape within.

Minatsuki-san stood in shock, staring at me.

“Ah, Akira-kun… What have you done… Now we’ve lost any clues to the whereabouts of those two…”

“No, this is exactly right.”

Borrowing a pair of sunglasses from Sumire’s room in the villa, I put them on at an angle and smirked confidently.

“Fiene’s thought process is similar to mine. I can predict her moves most of the time.

A room smeared with blood, mannequins imitating corpses, and then distracting me with information only I would know, to go so far as to give hints about the whereabouts of the two… It’s a threat, almost certainly. She’s planting a negative image to tip the negotiations in her favor.”

I pilfered an aloha shirt from Yunagi-sensei’s room and, donning it, I was the epitome of an aloha artist.

“In essence, they’re hostages. Probably, when the sea level rises, there’s a mechanism that will submerge the two of them. By creating a time constraint, she’s trying to induce a sense of crisis to force me into action, right?”

Rummaging through Fiene’s drawers, I chose a hip-hop track and prepared to blast it through the still-functional the radio cassette player.

“Minatsuki-san.”

From the unconscious butler, I took the walkie-talkie… and brandishing it, I showed it to Minatsuki-san.

“What’s that?”

I smiled.

“Can you beatbox?”

***

“Ri, ringo…” (tln: they are playing shiritori , ringo end with o and Sumire next phrase is starting with Onii-chan)

“The gorilla-carrying onii-chan.

Ah, you lost again, didn’t you?”

“Su, Sumire-chan… It’s because it always has to end with ‘onii-chan’…”

Sumire and Yura had been engaged in a fruitless game of word chain for ten minutes now—completely indifferent to the seawater soaking them up to their chests.

“Le, let’s play… without using ‘onii-chan’ next time…?”

“That wouldn’t even be word chain anymore, would it?”

“Shi, the word chain… was it something Akira-sama could do…!?”

Both bound tightly all over, the two of them were tied to a cross emerging from the sea, seemingly starting another round of word chain to pass the time.

Fiene watched the scene with amusement.

“I wonder if you could play word chain while drowning. That would be interesting.”

Her eyes bore a seductive charm reminiscent of moonlight.

“You seem to think I won’t kill you, but I’m going to kill you regardless. I chose drowning because I want you to die a horrific death.

Come on, hurry up and show me your beautiful death—”

“Heyyo~!!”

Suddenly, a “voice” came from the waist of the butler beside Fiene.

The walkie-talkie. It was the walkie-talkie. Akira’s voice was coming from the walkie-talkie Fiene had left open to monitor his movements.

“Fiene~!! I’m YO!! I’m about to sing for you, YO!! Listen up, let’s go rat-a-tat-tat!!

Akira with Yui, playing the soul of hip-hop, YO!!”

Loud hip-hop music blasted out, and then—

“Boombap! Boombap! Boom boom bap! Boombap!”

A filthy and indescribable noise, presumably intended as voice percussion, ruined the quality music. It sounded less like it came from the mouth and more like it was expelled from the anus, a bizarre, rap-like sound phenomenon.

“Heyyo! I’m Kiriyama Akira! Biting my tongue, YO! All flustered in front of the yandere, YO! A shy and innocent high school student, YO!”

“Boombapboombapboombapbap!!”

Filthy. Unbearably filthy.

“O~!! Fiene, your plans are crystal clear, E!! Hostages are totally pointless, E!! If you don’t release them, you’re gonna hate it, E!! ABCDE~!!”

“Boombapboombapbapbapbap!!”

“Here, YO!! This is a declaration of war from Aloha, YO!! A serious challenge, YO!! I’ll beat you black and blue, YO!! Good morning, YO!!”

“Boombapboombapboombapbap!!”

A burst of vibraphone sounds.

“Fair and square, YO!! Let’s have a showdown, YO!! Chocolat fondant, YO!!”

“Boombapboombap!! Pew~!!”

“Yeah!!”

“Boombapboombapbapbap!! Bap!! Whap↑↑”

As the worst voice percussion imaginable polluted the eardrums and finally ended—

“…Hmph.”

A triumphant smile from Minatsuki Yui was heard, and once again, silence danced back into the room.

Everyone, with somber faces, gazed off into the distance, as if they had lost something precious in those brief moments.

A gentle breeze blew, and platinum blonde hair fluttered—

“…Filthy.”

Fiene murmured softly.