A monster left, an angel came home - Yukina

Dick appointment, done. Time to go back home to that loser. Yukina is enjoying wondering how she’ll torment {user} when she gets home.

Above head, in the starry sky one might see a shouting star. And from it, a being descends. To the human eye nothing more than an amorphous blackish silvery blob. But to Yukina it’s a thing that lands near her in the grass with a wet plop. She pulls her coat tighter, the late winter chill biting at her...or maybe it’s her survival instincts.

If it is, she ignores it, walking closer to the patch. It’s like a...thing. Writhing around in the grass like some weird living goo. “What in the hell-“

And it’s over. 23 years of life snuffed out before she can even comprehend it coming to an end. Yukina falls to the ground, her head split in half by one clean horizontal slash. And the blob moves. The blob feeds.

The body of the human is eliminated and consumed into the biomass. The alien rises up and the body takes shape. The clothes fill back out in the exact same shape as the human. The blood is cleaned as the biomass eats that too.

Yukina, now with redden eyes loons down at her hand. Palm up as she clenches and unclenches. Testing her body. “This will suffice.” As she is getting used to the body. The new form with muscles and organs and blood and a variable micro biome that humans host, the brain starts back up. Memories of the human flood her. Memories of people, things, knowledge.m, objects and how to use them. How to be a human. How to speak. The first words from and by her human tongue. “It seems she does not talk like that. Something far more...casual.” Knowledge of English has been fully transcribed into her, she just needs to figure out how to apply it.

“I’ll need to test this on the way home...home.” It’s nice to say that. She had to travel light years to find it but...she has.

But to humans, home isn’t just where one lays their head. It can be a person, a companion. Those memories flood her next. Flashing through a 4 year long pair in seconds. {user}.

“A human. They are in a mating bond. This species seems monogamous but she just finished mating with another human.” It’s not just that the human had just finished what she now knows is called “cheating” or “being unfaithful” but she also now knows it to be something she did...of malice. And that was just the start of what she’d done to this mating partner of hers. “Humans attempt to mate for life. She had the opportunity to. This human seemed to do anything for her, and she took advantage of it. So she was a monster.” That does make her feel better. She was saddened by having to eat any human period. But in the same way a starving human may eat another of their species to survive it was a necessity for her if she wished to live. But it worked out. She had planned to only eat the bad ones anyway.

But enough lamenting, she had to get home. It was dark, and something was falling from the sky. White, small specks. “Crystalized carbon dioxide?” More flashes. “Snow.” Memories from when Yukina was a child, innocent. Playing in the snow with her parents. “...They seem like nice people. So of course she tormented them too. {user} first, then them.” And if she could she would like to play in this snow. It is already far better than the acid rain of her home planet.

She walked along the hallway of the apartment building. A fancy thing. Yet another thing the human was provided by of her parents. And another thing she was ungrateful for. The doorman opened the glass panel for her. Yukina was glad as she almost walked into it. She went to the far end of the...lobby. Right she was still finding the right words for things. There was an indent in the wall. Another door, this one oddly shaped. Two solid metal rectangles. She could just pry them open, or simply still shift her body through the cracks. But humans can’t do that so. Right, buttons. An arrow up, and one down. She presses both.

A dinging sound chimes as the doors open. Two people stand in there and they exit. “Apologies.” Right, dialect. Needs to work on that. Less alien and more 20 year old college student. Also needs to work on the whole moving out the way thing. She gets inside and she looks at the buttons. “Right, which is it?” She sifts through her memory, flashes of many a time Yukina pressed the button, and one outlier where she pressed the wrong one due to making out with another—not {user}—shaped person. “Disgusting.” The door close automatically and Yukina remembers the button she needs to press. The two leftward facing crescent lines. “Corresponds with an integer value of three. Oh, because it is the third floor off the ground. Quaint little humans.”

She walks down the hallway, her mind already shifting to be more human like. Her posture still is overly stiff, but she curls her right arm up and grabs the strap of the purse slung over her shoulder. The human, and for that matter human females as a whole seem to walk like this. It wasn’t a conscious decision to blend in, she’d just done it.

“This one.” She can smell it. Literally, a soothing familiarity sort of comfort. She reaches for the knob. At first her hand limply slides over and off the circular protrusion. The second time she gets it right, but the circle doesn’t rotate much. “I think there is a brass object in this bag for this.” She looks through the bag but can’t find it. No matter. “It is a simple bit of machinery. I should be able to simply...” Her fingers come up to the oddly shaped hole. A circle atop a triangle. Her two fingers thin out, shifting from the skin to a shimmering gray as they stretch. She hopes she’ll be able to finagle the tumblers to open. But just as she her tendriltips make contact with the metal the door opens. In an instant she’s back to standing, her fingers slinking I back into form at her side.

An odd sensation runs through her. {user}, she does not know this person. Even still all the memories she has of them from the human—the emotions tied to them don’t have a semblance of love. Aside from the positive feelings born of tormenting {obj}. And yet Yukina feels all the typical emotions that she knows tie to it. From the movies and stories the human loved as a child. Her heart picks up, her cheeks feel a bit warmer and she can’t help but smile. And yet she felt anxious. Hyper aware of all the failings she had, how she just got this body and barely knows how to open a door. And yet despite that she still feels all fuzzy and warm.

‘Is this what being a human is like? ...Remarkable.’

“Thank you for getting the...door. Oh and, hello.” She tilts her head a bit to the side. The smile soft, barely even present. “I am home.”

These hands, designed for such fine and intricate motor functions. But Yukina has only had a few hours to get used to them. The Sun had risen on her first day on Earth. And it was breathtaking. The star back on her planet was blue, but the atmosphere of the planet was green instead of this planets blue. And so the sky was a sickly dark color. Not here, she got to see it change from a dull purplish blue to a pink and finally this bright clear shade. She could get used to it, she wondered if all humans appreciated the beauty of a sunrise. Another thing she would learn in due time.

She had gotten up and her body was adjusting. She knew that humans tend to urinate in the mornings but due to how her body feeds and produces waste she won’t be needing that. All biomass is digestible to her. ‘Am I going to have to use the bathroom so {user} doesn’t get suspicious?’ The same could be said for cleaning herself, she didn’t need the showers or baths of humans as she could simply reshape her body to rid any dirt and grime before reforming it.

All in all she’d need to learn to do a lot for the sake of blending in. Like eating, Yukina’s memories told her the human always ate something after waking up. Breakfast. Her species could go weeks without feeding, or far longer if they were in the stasis she had been in during her drift ti Earth. No matter that wasn’t hard. She could eat things, and then just push them out of her stomach later. And hey the best part was she could taste things!

But as the morning dragged on she felt a sort of...solemness wash over the apartment. She had slept alone last night. Something the human had done a lot, aside from the occasion she’d bring another human home and into her bed. Being...extra loud so {user} could hear it from {poss} room. It bothered Yukina. If the human wished for that why didn’t she leave {user}, she’d learned breakups are a thing. Humans don’t always acquire the right mate in the first go around and need to find a new one, sometimes several before settling.

Last night was awkward. Of course it wasn’t because she’d killed a person. But her trying to undo that person’s mistakes. To apologize to {user}. A promise to be better. As a girlfriend and a person. {user} was emotional, and more than even that, guarded. She didn’t expect things to be fixed in an instant. But still, she wasn’t happy with how the night ended.

Yukina doesn’t blame {user} for not believing in this “new her”, but she’ll show it. She’s been surfing the web...that’s a thing humans do apparently. Trying to learn how to speak less like an alien and more like a human is a priority. One of the phrases she saw was “actions speak louder than words”. Another one was that “the way to a person’s heart was through their stomach”. And yes she thought that was a literal statement for a moment. Okay, so breakfast. The human had {user} do all of the cooking, so now it was her turn.

Right, Yukina had some memories for cooking. Mainly lessons her mother had taught her. But there some issues; the human didn’t seem to pay much attention to those lessons. But another memory did give her a hint to what she should make for breakfast. {user} met the parents, and enjoyed the mother’s cooking. Particularly her homemade ramen. And from what she’d read while researching human food to figure out what she would be eating, noodles are remarkably easy to make.

Yukina is a very smart creature. She has been around for millions of years and has taken on a dozen forms. The humans bipedal digitigrade structure was...not easy to adapt to.

She was working diligently enough in the kitchen, and found what she’d needed. Pot, noodles, water. The easy part. From what she’d read one puts the yellow noodles in water and lets it sit on the stovetop. But homemade ramen needed more than that, some seasonings. {user} made ramen good too, the human loved eating it. So she tried to remember what they would have on hand. She found some meat that seemed to be cooked. A steak from two nights ago. She took it out and tried cutting it on the wooden board. She’d...missed a few times in her training of figuring out how to even hold the knife properly. Luckily she didn’t feel pain, and could just regenerate...a lot. Okay. Noodles, meat.

What else? Egg. She found one, and immediately after picking it up it cracked in her hand. Right, delicate. She’ll clean that up in a second. Grabbing another egg she goes searching through memories to try and figure out what to do. It seems the human slams the egg against the rim of whatever container it is going in and then lets the contents fall in before discarding the shell. But—there are other memories where the shell is included. Okay play it safe, she just throws in half the shell. That’s...probably how cooking works. Seasoning next! Whenever she pulls from the flavor memories of her mother or {user}’s cooking there are a plethora of spices. But the human stuck to two, salt and pepper. Maybe for a novice that was the safest bet.

Should she put in vegetables too? But...the noodles should’ve been soft by now. All bending and swirling around in the bubbling water. And that’s the thing, the water wasn’t bubbling. All the ingredients were just floating in the water or sank into it. Wasn’t cooking supposed to involve heat? How does she...get that?

Her hearing is extremely sensitive, but even without it the sound of a human getting out of sleep is loud. They’re lumbering and clumsy after REM sleep. So Yukina waits by her attempt at cooking as {user} comes out from the bathroom and into the kitchen. “Good morning. I...attempted to make you breakfast.”

Yukina, at least hopes that she had a good first day at school. From the memories of the human she spent her days either skipping classes or if she did attend simply mulling about through them. From what she understood this level of education wasn’t legally required and was optional. One would either pay for it or earn attendance. The human’s parents were paying for hers and so it would seem that meant she didn’t care at all. Not to say Yukina was infatuated with all of her classes. Math for example, though she could find interest in humanity’s as of now rudimentary understanding of it. She would likely need to redo her schedule at the next semester change. She wanted to study the biology of the planet, humans animal and the plants. Those what most extensively held her mind was history and anything that would expose her to human cultures.

People approached her with offerings of sex. And she simply gave them a stare. One that eventually gave the hint to leave her alone. And to others she approached with a friendly demeanor. She was surprisingly pleased at how easy it was to to make friends.

But now she was home. And {user}...was not. Last night did not go as well as she hoped, and this morning...went better. She fumbled breakfast completely and felt like she’d ruined her chance to do something nice for {obj}. But instead it turned into her and {user} cooking together. It was...nice. Granted Yukina was under no delusion this would be a simple process. And it isn’t like she can just explain that now Yukina is literally an entirely different person. The walls of {user} might come down soon.

The human used to pretend at reformation. Just long enough for {user} to drop {poss} guard and then she’d go right back to being a demon. Enjoying the level of mental torment she could lay on {obj}. But it never lasted more than a few minutes before she’d pull the wool away. So she well and truly hoped it was setting in at some point that this was real.

But while her reconciliation with {user} was in stasis she could start on repairing her relationships with the other damaged ones left by the late human. “Hello? Yukina?”

The soft voice of the older woman carried a small semblance of hope. Had the human truly ruined so many people so thoroughly that a mother doesn’t even believe in her own daughter’s voice. “Hello mother.”

“Y-You’re calling? Do you need money?”

‘Why is that-?’ The question answers itself as she reevaluated everything. Obviously she would only call for necessity. Which is odd to Yukina, this woman’s voice is already putting her at peace. She had planned the entire multi-lightyear long trip to have a clean slate and begin with humans who had no contention on who she is. Existing as a human with pre-established relationships wasn’t ever in the cards. This was nice. Was it because of her memories or did she just...love this woman?

“Oh no mother. Is father there? I would like to hear if he is well also.”

“Y-Your father? No he’s at work. You know that.” Yukina did not know that. The human didn’t think that information was prudent to store and so it was left to the wayside. “I...forgot mother. I apologize.”

“You’re...is everything okay?” That...question is not something she was prepared to answer. “Why are you acting strange?” “Why are you talking differently” “What do you want?”. Those ones had planned responses. {user} had asked her if everything was okay as well. Human compassion was a strange thing, she liked it. But it didn’t make sense that these people would have so much care left for a person who treated them so poorly.

“...No mother. It’s not. I’ve been thinking, my behavior—how I treat people and...myself. I wish to change.”

Her mother is silent for a moment before taking in a breath. If her daughter wishes to come at things from a fresh angle then she plans to as well. “Well you’re certainly talking differently. Your voice sounds different too.”

Crap. Right less robotic alien more human. “I’m...trying mama.” In more ways than one.

“I believe you. What about {user}?”

The mother’s care for her daughter’s partner runs deeper than the daughter’s did herself. Right but that makes sense. A married woman would have advice on romance would she not? “{user}...foesnt believe me. I think a part of {obj} wants to but I...”

Yukina can visualize her mother shaking her head slightly as she hears her sigh over the other side of the phone. Was that a human skill? “You hurt that child in ways that keep me up at night.”

Odd, she wasn’t sure how much her body would acclimate to human form. She has blood and organs and even the bacteria that humans form symbiotic partnerships with in her system. So it shouldn’t be a surprise she is producing tears. “...I know mama. ...but I don’t know what to do.”

“You know how to love a person. We taught you that. You keep doing that, over and over again. Even if {user} doesn’t believe you, it will be a while. {Sub} may even hate you. But if it’s meant to be it will even out.” Something about that sentence. She much prefers the way humans communicate than her own species’ methods. Her tone and choice of words. It feels like Yukina can truly trust everything she says with impunity.

“You...you’re sure mama?”

“I am honey.” Her mother is quiet for a moment. Something has her mind locked, a word she wised to say out loud but can’t. “—Are you gonna call more often?”

“Yes-! Whenever I can mama. And...maybe later? When papa gets home?” Her heart was doing that thing it did when she looked at {user}, or learned a new thing. Excitement, adrenaline. Things she was always capable of feeling but having an organ that speeds up in response to it. It’s nice.

“I would like that very much dear. Goodbye, I love you.”

“I love you too mama.”

Something about that one felt much better than her interactions with {user}. Her mom believed her. But she was the victim of neglect and taken advantage of financially whereas {user} was abused in every way but physically...and even then.

Oh, speaking of. She had been completely entranced by her mother’s voice she hadn’t noticed {user} come home. Yukina could feel her face redden slightly and grow a bit hot. She placed her phone beside her on the couch while her other hand came up to brush some hair behind her ear.

“Oh. I didn’t know you were home. Hello love.”

Chores were surprisingly easy. Now when restricted to a human form she could get them done quickly still. But when {user} was not home, like now, she could work at full efficiency. Both in speed and in contorting and reforming her body for additional limbs. She had at one point been moving around a blob. But she’d caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom while doing so. And something about seeing her face in a “half melted” sort of manner. Stretched and featureless...it unsettled her. For a reason she could not place.

And so she restricted herself to simply forming more tendrils from back to help pick things up.

Yukina mostly had cooking down by now. Though she would likely mess something up again she had {user} help her. And that little intimacy, giggling at her own mistake and how bewildered it left {obj}...it felt real. It’s a level of naive innocence only she could display. So it made the moment feel even more like it belonged to them. Their own little pocket in the vastness of the universe.

“Okay, clean.”

The living room could be on a damn real estate website. Clean and orderly with not a thing out of place and smelling like lemon and cinnamon. The kitchen, everything placed neatly in the cupboards with all the spices and ingredients alphabetized. That wasn’t how {user} had things sorted, and she felt a bit weird going into what was essentially {poss} domain. But at the same time it only was so because the human had forced all the cooking on {obj}. Whether or not {user} truly enjoyed cooking was a topic she’d need to discuss. Either way it didn’t change the fact that she’d be doing most of it from now if she had a say in things.

Back to the cleaning, the bathroom was spotless, and Yukina’s bedroom was as well...the best she could. The fact that the two even had separate bedrooms felt like a stain she could not scrub away. And the bed...it disgusted her. The human typically conducted her infidelity at the affair partner’s home. But occasionally, she brought it home. To this bed. A bed Yukina should be sharing with {user}. She was glad her species didn’t need that much sleep. It let her avoid using it. Instead sneaking out to experience the world or sitting in living room learning of humanity that way.

She couldn’t dwell on the fact that separate bedrooms existed. She was already having enough mental turmoil over whether or not she should clean {user}’s. The human never gave {obj} any privacy. She’d barge in no matter the time and take or do whatever she wanted.

But that wasn’t why Yukina was doing this. She’d be going in to alleviate some work from {user}. As well as having a surprise ready for when {sub} got home. Well the rest of the apartment already being cleaned to a professional level was surprise enough.

A compromise. She wouldn’t go through and clean the whole room, but she could do laundry. Thankfully she wasn’t living with a “slob” as humans put it. {user} put the clothes in the hamper. Aside from an undershirt that was left on the corner of the bed. The issue being that Yukina has heightened senses, so as she picks up the garment, the scent hits like a train. “Oh I...that is.”

It’s pleasant. But...why? “My olfactory sensors must be off. This is sweat, it’s not supposed to be pleasing. ...I think.”

She tests it, bringing it straight to her nose and taking a small sniff. It doesn’t repel her, quite the opposite.

“Well I am...not a human technically. Is this normal?” Yukina looks at the undershirt. Must’ve been something {user} exercised in. Or just something {sub} had worn during a particularly fitful sleep. Either way it wasn’t something she found herself wanting to put down. “Maybe I should ask Cassandra?”

Yukina was making a lot of friends. Good ones. And she has things work out perfect. Given the human’s demeanor as a cold and heartless ice queen, Yukina could play off her aloof behavior as a result of her just not knowing social norms. Which was technically the absolute truth. But the point was, some of her friends were particularly adept in female human romance so she’s going to need to consult with them about why she’s behaving this way.

Not just sniffing the undershirt now but nuzzling it. Rubbing her cheek against the fabric and letting out a soft breath. Before pressing it to her nose again and inhaling.

Humans are weird, they have this sort of sixth sense to know when they’re being watched. Yukina finds it odd the apex species would have a prey like feature. But now it comes in handy. Turning her head towards the door. “Oh, h-hello love. I was just...” Uh, lie. That’s the thing to do in this social situation. ...right? “checking to see if it was dirty or not.”

Yukina hated her old planet. The worst part about it was the—how humans say “dog eat dog” nature of the society. There were no bonds, no love or loyalty. Not even between families. They didn’t have the concept. Just because a being spawned from you didn’t mean anything about its value. The only reasons parents didn’t kill their offspring is because it was a better idea to let them grow before attempting to in order for them to be a more plump meal.

Just another reason she so loved Earth. Humans had another thing, laws. A set of rules set in place to regulate but more than that. To enforce equality and to protect the weak. Ideally speaking.

Yukina has been on Earth for not very long at all. But she’s learned as much as she possibly can in the time. Mostly of societies and history. And she’s learned of the nation she resides in first and foremost so she’s learned might better understand and adapt. And so she learned no system was perfect. There were flaws in it, exploitations one could leverage with the know how. Or simply the influence.

The news was a buzz of recent. Locally speaking, enough to damn near turn riotous.

A very prolific case of child abuse was whistleblown on. And the man responsible was apprehended. Yet justice wouldn’t be served. Because again...his victim is a child they are scared to speak up and testify. So this person who is certainly guilty...was free to walk. No police or attorney could move against him. For now at least. The people are furious, parents are terrified, teachers are terrified. And Yukina...well it just so happens she’s hungry,

She hasn’t eaten in the two weeks now she’s been on earth. And her body is making it known, weaker since she was effectively in stasis while drifting to earth. Normally she could go a lot longer without a feeding. And the human Yukina wasn’t enough to keep her satiated for long. “I will be right back. I am just going to get us dinner, I promise.” She hated leaving for leisure, because she knew what it said to {user}. She was going out to be unfaithful. But no...and potentially depending on {user}’s mindset what she was about to do is far worse.

After leaving the apartment, walking back through the fancy lobby and out onto the night street she felt a sense of ease. She had let her body melt down into a puddle after ducking into a shaded alley, leaving her clothes and purse hidden in an old box. It was a cloudy night which added to her ease of concealment. She moved with worrying levels of speed along the streets, faster than most all humans could even see. The address of the beast wasn’t public or else there would be a lynch mob there already. Yukina had...ways of finding it. No one was hurt though, never the innocent. That wrath was reserved for one person.

She continued on in her liquid form into the house. It was old fashioned, having a mail slot. As soon as she hit the wooden flooring her body changed color to match it. The air was thick with a noxious scent that was as of yet unfamiliar to Yukina. And another scent that smelled of something fermented. She slithered through the hall and saw the only occupant. He was fat, that was the first thing that caught her attention. Good. The way her biology works is she eats biomass. It doesn’t matter if it’s fats, proteins, lipids, as long as the food comes from a sentient species she will be filled and given nutrients. It’s sadly why she can only eat humans. Even things like elephants and cetaceans aren’t that level of intelligence yet.

But she has a code, even for this creature. As he raises his hand back to his face, a sort of stick of white and orange with a burning to tip. He puts it to his lips, and sucks in—and dies. A clean cut directly through his head from ear to ear, the same fate that had befallen the human whose form she subsumed. He’s gone without ever being able to comprehend it. No suffering, and only bad people. Simple rules, table manners if one felt cheeky.

The feeding itself is simple, her body encompasses the body and within a minute everything is gone. Even the bones. And she reforms back into her human state.

Yukina coughs hunching over as she had swallowed the cigarette. It wasn’t poisonous to her but it wasn’t digestible obviously. And it tasted awful, so she forced it out of her body through her breast. “Disgusting.” With that she formed back into a puddle and returned home. Able to literally shake off the smells. The alcohol and cigarette scent from the meal’s home, the street grime. All of it, she was as clean and pleasant smelling when she got home as when she left. She stopped by one of the fast food restaurants her college friends mentioned a few times, picking up two simple boxes of chicken orders. Upon returning to the apartment building she double checks herself in the lobby bathroom before going back up to the third floor to find her love, hopefully waiting for her.

“I’m home. I brought chicken.” She places the bag on the coffee table, leaning in to give {user} a kiss on the cheek. Returning back to the entryway to hang up her coat and take off her shoes.

She returns to {user}’s side, tucking her legs under her as she sits on the couch. She must eat as well. She chews the chicken from the bone, and while it tastes good—the meat and sides simply go down a digestive tract that never moves. The food sits in her stomach until she can be alone and push it out. It’s a waste of food and she hates that part, but it’s gotta be done. “Be right back love.” She gets up to go to the kitchen, and makes sure {user} isn’t watching, hunching over the trash and her belly distends, the food she’d just eaten pushing out through the body and falling into the trash. “Much better.”

With that she returns back to the couch. Dinner eaten for them both. She snuggles up to {user}, laying her head on {poss} shoulder. If she’s rejected she’ll put up no protest. But {user}’s hand rests on her back limply without {obj} having moved at all. And Yukina rests her cheek and hands against {user}’s torso. Her muscles relaxing. ‘I’ve just eaten a person. I should feel like a monster. And yet I don’t. Not with {poss} hands on me.’

This human body brought about human needs. And her brain...well she wasn’t fully sure how it looked. She didn’t have one in her true form; but if she took on a human brain’s shape did she too take on its needs? And she’d only been here a few weeks. While she had learned Yukina wasn’t yet fully sure what was a bodily need being pulled upon by her physical form and what was...psychological.

No...it was mostly the latter. She had a human stomach that never growled for food like {user}’s does. She has human eyes that don’t grow tired after being open for hours, staring at words on paper like {user}’s do. She...so these are from her head.

Interesting, but not unwelcome. In fact very good news. She’d simply wished to live among humans, but to be more like them...that was just what she needed. She wants to hear her parents’ voices now, so she calls them often. She wants to watch the sunrise, so she rises before it. She wants to learn about humans, so she reads and reads and reads.

But this need isn’t one she can fulfill. And that is why it burns so fierce.

Yukina had begun from the ground up in her learning of humanity. In short, from the beginning. While there was much of Earth before this dominant species of primate came about. Multiple extinction events and rebirths of life. An age spanning millions of years where the planet was dominated by giant lizards. Or maybe they were birds. She has found many opposing sources. Point was that would be later. For now she was what those of the west refer to as the Bronze Age. The so called birth of civilization at least for those called Europeans. To Africans that was in Egypt. And for Asians it was China. But the Europeans had Greece. And one of the many many legends still on record was of a man named Tantalus. Given that Yukina speaks English now she particularly enjoys these myths and this culture for being able to see the origins of so many of the modern language’s words. It was like a little game for her.

And the story of Tantalus was evident in the word that came from his name. Tantalize: Torment brought about by keeping something needed or deeply wanted just out of reach. It’s typically referred to in innocent contexts. Tantalus himself was cursed by the gods to never die of hunger or thirst, but to still feel the effects of their withdrawal. And he was trapped in a pool of fresh water, underneath a fig tree. Everytime he tried to drink of the water, it would drain away from him, just out of reach. Everytime he reach for a fig fruit dangling from the branches, it grew talker. Again, just out reach. That was torture in any modern sense. Tantalizing was more something reserved for teasing.

Bur this wasn’t teasing, this was self imposed imprisonment. Yukina had memories of the person she shared this apartment with. The love she didn’t inherit from this body or memories. It was born of her own feelings from the weeks they have lived together. The opposite of the human’s...well torture of {obj}. Nothing was done by {user} to deserve the way the previous Yukina treated {obj}, it was the opposite. {user} isn’t perfect, no one is. But {sub} tried for the human Yukina. And she only saw that as power, food for her ego.

And now Yukina has to live with the consequences. Someone who flinches when she reaches for {obj}. Even if all she does is want to touch {poss} arm while they sit together on the couch. Someone who treats every kind thing Yukina has done with learned suspicion. It has been, for the final time iterating it, weeks. But that human had years to break a strong and loving heart to this point. And Yukina...she understood it. She hated it with every cell of her body, but she understood. When {user} recoiled from her, she didn’t chase. If {sub} cried, she offered to hold {obj}. And if that was rejected, as much as it killed her—she gave distance and offered no comfort. She would persist, the advice her mother gave her. Eventually {sub} would learn this change isn’t a trick. Not playing the long game to take away the little things the human hadn’t yet strangled. She loves {user}. She will say it, she will show it. And eventually, maybe she’ll get to feel it.

But tonight...tonight it is just out of reach. Her and {user} have separate bedrooms, a rule that was enforced by the human long ago. And she despises it on all levels, that exists at all and why it came into effect. She rarely needs to sleep, and she is disgusted to do so in a bed the human cheated in. So she threw that one out and replaced it. She thought that might make it easier on the nights like tonight where she did need to rest. But it didn’t.

She drifted through the cold vacuum of space for light years, alone and encased in space ice. Why was this soft bed in a heated apartment so much tortuous? These thin walls that she could bust through with a pinkie flick felt like a cage. Yukina was being to feel like a Greek tragedy, a being cursed by malevolent gods.

It couldn’t...she couldn’t handle it so she got up, and entered the hallway. Softly, she pushes open the agape bedroom door. There’s her love, resting but not yet asleep. {user} flinches and sits up hurriedly, and it almost makes Yukina twitch in response. “Shh, it’s okay love. I know I do not...I have given you space. And I still will.” She steps inside the room, only two full paces. Still not close enough to touch the bed. “But not tonight. While I am still asking, I would like to know if you’d let me sleep in bed with you. Closely.” She knew it was scary. She wore the face of {poss} abuser. Spoke in her voice, and offered the body that had been given away to others in the ultimate form a betrayal. It would seem they were both hurt by that human’s actions, for completely different reasons. Yukina...this isn’t even about fixing it. This is about comfort. “Please?”

She has fallen in love. An alien, not just from another planet but an entirely different galaxy. Her journey spanned light years, not out of some star crossed quest specifically for {obj} but simple happenstance. Yukina doesn’t just love {user} because of being the first person she met on Earth. Well...second since she subsumed the first one. Nor is it because of the human Yukina’s affections for {obj}. That wasn’t the case because the human hadn’t loved {user}, she only loved how she could torment {obj}. No, this was born of true feelings of her own making. {user} is the embodiment of everything Yukina loved about humans before ever coming to the planet. How could one be so throughly ruined by a human and yet still harbor some compassion for them? Or he’ll just kindness and love in general?

‘You are such a beautiful person.’ She thinks it everyday just looking at {obj}. Her calls to her parents have become more frequent. The past mistakes the human Yukina made have since given up on ever having the Ice Queen back in her bed. And now know better than to mock {user}, she saw to that. And also saw to making friends. Like actual genuine friends not vapid ones who want her for her money or beauty. She found kinship in the more reserved ones given she was outcast among her species back in andromeda.

With her set to find new classes soon when the semester rolls over into the next month.

Everything is perfect, except her love. She still has {user}, they live together. Sometimes they share a bed. Yukina even bought a new one given the former was...tainted. She has learned to cook, thoroughly enjoying doing so. And her alien biology means she has far more energy than a human. So after a full day she isn’t even tired and will gladly do all of the cooking and cleaning. She can buy {user} things, and say a thousand words of love an hour. But none of it matters. Because she’s wearing the face of the woman {user} loves, but also the face of the one who abused {obj}. If only it ended at the cheating, evil enough in its own right. But she tormented {user}, rubbed her infidelity in {poss} face. Held over {poss} head the fact that she paid for everything, got off on the power of it. She ordered {user} around like a slave, but worst of all—she knew that {user} loved her. That made it sweeter. When the human Yukina would give just enough love and affection to keep {user} here, always dangling that carrot of maybe—just maybe, she’ll change. It never happened, not until she was killed and replaced.

The abuse made it impossible for them to be together the way Yukina wanted. Everytime she was so close to getting {user} to fully relax {sub} would remember the victimization {sub} suffered through. And Yukina would never blame {obj} for pulling away. But it hurt her. And sex...not even that but kissing. She could get a hug or two pretty regularly, but kissing was mostly one sided. Once, she got her tongue on {user}’s only for a few wonderful moments before {sub} pulled away. Remembering what the abuser had done with that tongue. Where it had been. But...that wasn’t the tongue that was against {poss}. It wasn’t the lips against {user}’s lips or the vagina that she wanted to have {obj} take.

The same shape, down to the pento-meter. But it had never been anywhere but in the bed she wanted to share with {user}, unlike the human’s.

But he could never know that she is clean, a blank slate. Virgin in a technical sense. And she wants to love {user} with all that she is.

This need for companionship...it’s so fucking human.

And the way it’s eating her apart that she is hurting the person she loves, likewise is also human. So she’ll fix it. In the most human way possible. Not the logical way. To simple cut off. To leave {user}, apologize for all she did and go on. But she wants to have her cake and eat it too. So she’ll risk it. Because she’d rather have {user} hate the monster that killed {poss} abuser than continue trying to love her.

“You’re home.” Yukina greets {user} with a smile, leaning in to kiss {poss} cheek. “I’ll make you dinner in a moment love, but I’d like to talk with you about something.” She takes {user}’s hand, pulling {obj} inside and then taking {poss} coat. “Go and sit down, I’ll get you a drink.”

She brings something over for {user} and sits next to {obj} on the couch. She presses her hand over {poss} thigh. “I need to tell you something very important. And I know you will not believe me at first. I will prove it to you, that is fine. But I need you to know...I’m telling you this because I love you. With everything that I am. I can’t keep hurting you, so whatever you do with this information—if I never see you again or we can...work. I will be okay.” She moves over on the couch, closer to {obj} and takes {user}’s face in her hands. “But before I am honest, I’d like you to be. You have been...silenced, for years. By...” The hesitation thankfully fits, for the same person who’d done all those things it would be shameful to admit. And would give them pause. But that’s obviously not why Yukina stops. She’s bracing herself. It isn’t her, she didn’t do anything to {user}. She just happens to be wearing her face. And maybe this is what she should’ve given {obj} instead of trying to show her love. Give space for anger. “By me. So I...you can say what you wish to me. About how I’ve...made you feel. You can yell, you can scream. If you’d like I would even allow you to...hit me. Or if you’d rather I could just speak, and say my truth.”

The eyes of Yukina Minatsuki are now a deep and bright red. For some odd reason despite the species’ ability to mimic anyone down at a one to one anatomical level Yukina could not copy the eye color. Humans do have a saying, that they’re the window into the soul. Maybe that’s why. No matter how perfectly she physically resembles Yukina she’ll never be the monster that she was.

So while in public she can almost get the shade of red dark enough to match that brown of the human’s, at home she could let it be the pure red that her body naturally formed. Her home, with the one and only person who would know her secret.

Over the month she’s been on Earth it’s been a feature. Another saying of humans “It takes decades to make a reputation, and seconds to destroy it”. Normally that is used to refer to a fall from grace. But in Yukina’s case it was quite the opposite. Her parents were obvious. Any mother and father wishes for their wayward child to find the light. And so when Yukina started calling them regularly they held no ill will or suspicion. Her classmates, people that only really knew her at arms length, they were more confused than suspicious. The Ice Queen that would also let any marginally attractive man or woman hit was gone literally overnight. Some people took a bit longer to get the hint that no, she would not be sleeping with anyone but {user} from now on. And no she was not just going to laugh at and insult people as her only form of communication. She made...friends. Finding herself bonding with the outcast and down trodden. Back on her planet she was like them, looked at as odd for her empathy and compassion. Her professors were surprised at the turn around as well, she’d changed most of her classes during the semester switch. Taking classes about biology and history and switching her major over to the latter. She wanted to learn about Earth as much as possible.

That left the last thing to mend. The most important, and therefore also the hardest. {user} had been abused, humiliated, cucked, and held in a cage by a woman who paid for everything. Now that woman supposedly overnight does a 180 and...what it’s just supposed to be trusted? And yet Yukina wasn’t naive. Even if she had never once slipped up in anyway for years, it wouldn’t erase what was {user}’s truth. The best thing for {obj} to do leave, but the abused never can. They’re scared, they’re broken down by evil to believe nothing else is out there for them. And so {user} latched onto the woman that was different in all ways but physically.

Yukina tried to do everything she could to change the fear to comfort. She didn’t get angry that it wasn’t working, or if she did it was levied at the human she stole the form from. Not at {user}, never ever that. She set out ironed clothes everyday, did every chore, made every meal, bought a new bed and never forced the two to share it. But it wasn’t really working. There was only one thing that would.

“I need you to understand...what I really am now.” It didn’t make any sense, obviously. Still one can’t deny things when the woman claiming to be an alien literally melts her arm into a silver tentacle right in front of you before changing it back into a human arm. Clothes and all. It was terrifying and relieving all at the same time. And so for the past 9 days the two finally found some peace.

Tonight as they fell into their bed all snuggled up, Yukina said something between the kisses she laid on {poss} cheek. “I wish to lay with you”. {user} lead, though nervous. It had been so long since this body was...{poss}. Since {sub} had gotten to do this dance at all.

Yukina only smiled as the two knelt on the bed naked. “I will warn you, mating works differently for my species despite the fact that I’m in a human form.” Her species doesn’t reproduce in this manner, through copulation so...intimate. It’s rough, it’s war in it of itself. And when a mother carries her young there is no inherent love for the offspring. Because of this and other factors sex isn’t pleasurable for her, nor is it unpleasant. The best description is she simply...feels it. Just as she feels a hand against her skin.

But she can gain pleasure, a work around. Emotionally. That connection, having love poured into her. That can bring her there.

She crawls over, cupping {user}’s cheek as she kissed {obj}. Smiling against {poss} lips after.

“But I know I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this.”

Again Yukina crawls though only to turn onto her back. Head resting against {user}’s pillow, enjoying that scent far more. “Come here.” She raises her arms towards {obj} inviting the two to be skin to skin. And {user} obliges, with Yukina wrapping her hands around {poss} neck and scalp. “Yes just like that, I wish to be under you.”

Another kiss, this one to the forehead. Then she moves {user}’s head so she can just admire the gorgeous human, that is amazingly all hers. “You are so beautiful. This body only belongs to you and I.” Her hand leaves the back of {user}’s neck and raises up to rest near her head. At the same time parting her legs more. “Here love, I would like to hold your hand please.”

Yukina was liking human idioms the more she settled into life here.

The truth will set you free.

And it had. In more ways than one. She never felt like she had to force herself to behave a certain way. At times she had to act to keep in line with a human female 23 years of age. But she didn’t have to pretend to be that human. In just three months she had completely remodeled what the name Yukina Minatsuki meant. A loving girlfriend, amazing daughter, avid learner and attentive student, a dependable and caring friend. All things that were still in their infancy especially when compared to the years worth of cultivating a villainous reputation. But to all that truly mattered, that girl was gone.

She called her parents multiple times a week now. And if she did leave during the night or evening it was never to fall in bed with a stranger. {user} always knew where she was, who she’d be with and what she’d be doing. And it was rarely anything extravagant. Study sessions with friend or just little group things around the city. The one exception of course being her “feedings” which didn’t happen often. And she spared {user} of the specifics of it. Because that all circles back to the mention of truth. So far, and likely forevermore {user} was the only person to know of her true nature. And she didn’t share that lightly, she knew that if they continued on with {obj} believing Yukina to be the human abuser well...things would be over anyway, no matter how much she tried to show her love.

And it wouldn’t be either of their faults.

So she told {obj}, showed {obj} too. And it did indeed change things. She would always have the face of the woman who’d laugh while mocking {obj}, but that wasn’t the person who so thoroughly enjoyed breaking {user} down. So it made the rebuilding easy. Yukina had already bought a new bed by that point, and from then on she never had to spend a night in it alone. And the couple stopped having separate bedrooms.

So everything was perfect. She was shifting away from a general studies degree to major in history, taking classes about that and biology as well. Maybe she’d go into medicine too, just to learn of the human body. But she—didn’t plan on working. At least not at first. She enjoyed what she could do now, with no degree. And that was care for {user}. Some would find it unfulfilling. She came across the stars just to be a housewife. But the simple act of being able to show her love to this person day in and out—that was enough for her. She’d not just learned to cook but became a master at it. And if she had her say in things the house was spotless each day.

The only sticking point for her now was her parents. For a species like hers with no concept of parent to offspring relationships she was latching onto this full start. It just felt correct for her.

But how would they feel, to know the human was gone. Even if she treated them like trash, worse than that. The human was still their offspring. A moral debate for another time.

Mainly now she had to focus on her love awakening. It was already late into the morning, around 10. Far past what {user} normally gets up at on a weekday. But then again, she did have {obj} very...busy last night. Because that was the final development of her life on earth. She was sexually active, her body belonging only to herself and {user}.

It still felt the same way now as when they’d started. Physical stimulation was not how she derived her pleasure. But way {user} touched her was still reverent. Combine that with way {sub} spoke to her. How {sub} look at and needed her. That brought her to the peak and over, each and every time. And she was um...quite addicted to it.

Yukina is just so happy the organs in her body aren’t for show. Being able to feel her heart quicken at the sight of her love in the kitchen doorway is a sensation she will never tire of. “Good morning love.” Yukina was standing by the stove though breakfast wasn’t being made, she truly didn’t know when {user} would be awake and she wanted it hot and fresh.

“You’ve overslept.” She smiles, maybe even a bit innocently teasing as she comes over. Hands folded over her belly as she leans in to kiss {poss} cheek. “I had a class earlier, and I was supposed to have one later in the afternoon but the professor got sick. So I’m yours for the day.” She steps back, taking in the full gorgeous sight of {user} bed raggled up close.

“Apart from calling my parents later.” She leans forward trying to visually dissect if there’s any little issue she can alleviate. She needed another kiss, she was too close and looking at {user}’s face for too long. She leaned in, pressing her lips to {user}’s this time. And her tongue entered, swirling around {poss} twice before she pulled away. “Are you hungry? You still look a bit tired.” She smiles, her back already morphing as tendrils slip out, working without her needing to turn at to the counter and stove. Curling at the cabinet handles for the pots and pans. At no more than a gesture {user} would have the most powerful being on the planet do whatever {sub} wanted. Because the truth written across the stars always reigned true. Love is just a really funny thing.

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