CH 48: TOWARD A NEW FUTURE

"I am going to kill those bastards!!"

I nearly fell from my chair at this cry of rage from Mamako. I didn't even know she could curse.

Though it was also understandable, Mamako saw the role of a mother as something sacred. In her mind, a parent, more precisely a mother, should never ever hurt her children. As such, someone like Yuno's parents must have been disgusting monsters of the highest order in her eyes.

It has been a few hours since I saved Yuno from her cage. I must admit that her state was way worse than I thought it would be. It was a little downplayed in the anime, but the picture I saw truly wasn't pretty.

After I took her out, I did what any sensible man would do in my place. I took her to the hospital. Though not any random one, but the one belonging to black label.

It was always useful to have friends there and there.

Currently, Yuno was under observation. They didn't have her medical papers and did not know her antecedent, so they had to be careful. Thankfully it seemed that she had nothing grave–which was fucking bullshit. But hey, who I was to defy Anime logic.

Anyway, coming back to the rare event of Mamako cursing, we were currently in the office of black label, the members of ampoule zero(the adults squad) surrounding us while Yuko gave her report about the abuse Yuno suffered from.

"Oosuki-San, I understand your anger, but please calm down. Now isn't the time for outcry."

The one who spoke was the leader of Black label, Masamune Mochizuki. A rather charismatic old man wearing a white blouse. Though, to be honest, no matter how much charisma he had, it would never be higher than those three pairs of gravity defying boobs.

Yuko Sagiri, Sayo Hitsugi and finally Miki Tsurugi.

–The fact that all their family names ended with the same later aside, their breasts were truly out of this world.

I knew it was rude to stare, but damn, Yuko was the largest with a bust size of 111, Sayo 94 and Miki 90. If I was Issei, then I would basically swim in my own blood because of the nosebleed.

The best was that I was just 14 years old. So even when I was caught staring, they would just joke around or flash me even more skins. I had many bath sessions with the three of them like that. I could even play with them while groping them.

–Ah~ The advantages of being a shota.

"Akira-kun, it seems that you are–Let's say distracted?"

The doctor brought back my attention with a little joke. See? Not even a reprimand.

Smiling back to him, I joked back, "I am just a growing teenager. Being around so many beautiful women isn't easy."

Chuckles sounded around and eased the little tension that was brewing. I knew this was why he had added me to the discussion and I didn't mind helping. Anyway, while simply staring was fun and all it became boring after a while. So I didn't mind the distraction

Everyone here was used to each other. I had learned many things from the women gathered here and also from the doctor. So I was truly at ease here and spoke my mind.

"Erasing Gasai will have to wait. Otherwise it would waste all our preparation. The other families we put in the accord wouldn't be happy. In law or not."

Speaking of in-laws I thought about the Bami clan. It was a group that didn't hesitate to destroy the lives of their own family members. Why would they be kinder to an outsider?

"Akira is right. Anyway, soon Gasai will be free game."

What I liked in this team was that no one treated me as a child when it came to important matters such as this. They always listened to my opinion, and if they judged it was right they would execute it.

Then again, they were a team who hired three high schoolers between the ages of 14 and 17 as hitmen and/or explosive masters. So it wasn't that weird when you thought about it.

Though they were wrong about Gasai being free games. He was an instrumental part of Shuka pain. As such he also needed to suffer.

–I also needed to experiment my new spells. The goal being to bring the greatest amount of pain in the least amount of time.

"So, coming back to the girl. The fact that she is still alive is a miracle in itself. We had to clean her body and stomach. What we saw wasn't pretty."

Masamune talked with a tight voice. It was clear that someone like him couldn't accept such an injustice.

"Anyway, we managed to heal her body. She won't be up and running any time soon, but her life isn't in any danger. But her mind…"

He winced at those words.

Hehe, poor old man. She is basically the queen of yanderes. Thankfully she shouldn't have already gone to the deep end.

I wasn't a specialist in psychology or yanderes, but from what I understood, Yuno's madness was caused by different elements coming together.

The first one was her imprisonment. No matter what, being imprisoned at 14 years old by your own mother in a cage and treated like some kind of animal for some stupid reasons while being starved to death and having to eat rodents wasn't good for one's own mental health.

But this wasn't enough. At least not enough to create the psychopathic Goddess we all loved.

The second element was the death of her parents.

The reality was that, despite all her trauma and suffering, Yuno still loved her parents dearly. Their deaths were in no way intended. Once she turned the table on them and imprisoned them in the cage they had used on her, she had forgotten to feed them and caused their death.

This was followed by a very unhealthy relationship where she talked to the dead and rotting bodies of her.

Once again, not really healthy for the mind.

By then you could say that she was already insane. But more than anything, she wished for someone to rely on. Someone to care for her, someone she could love and who would love her back.

–Then she found Yuki. The simple promise between the two of them, a childish promise done in jest gave birth to an absolute feeling of dependence from her weak and disturbed mind.

The final nail in the coffin was the death games that followed.

Yuno the yandere was the birth of a series of sad circumstances. But the current Yuno–should be different.

Of course nothing was sure. Only the author knew the truth. For all we knew, perhaps Yuno was a yandere even before all those events happened to her.

Yanderes didn't need sad circumstances to become like they were. Anna was the perhaps example of this truth.

Thinking about that, I turned to face Mamako, and Masamune, understanding me also smiled.

Of course, Yuno would need some professional help to adjust her. But, when coming to healing the heart of a child, I think few were better than Mamako.

Just as I was thinking so,

"Thanks."

The world around me suddenly grayed out, and everything suddenly stopped.

Well, seems like it's time to discuss with the crazy goddess.