Chapter 1 - Stockholm Syndrome Part 1

This story takes place in the same setting as my other story, "Lovely Pain." Enjoy.

It had never occurred to Rachel Suzuki that for the past six months, she had been being stalked. Really, it was something that she had never even given thought to. If she did know, she would have made sure her stalker would spend the rest of their days rotting in a cell.

 However, she didn’t know. She had no idea that someone followed her home every day, that some stranger would break into her house to steal her underwear, or that she was being watched in class at all times.

 Hikaru Yasuda was always considered a shy and timid child. No one really talked to Hikaru and those that tried to get Hikaru to open up became too frustrated since they were unable to deal with Hikaru’s unresponsiveness. Hikaru was that quiet kid in class that everyone always forgot about. When there were group projects or work that required partners, Hikaru was the one that was left out and had to pair up with the teacher. Hikaru was either made fun of or pitied.

Up until about seventh grade, no one really knew if Hikaru was a boy or a girl. Hikaru wore plain clothing and though Hikaru’s name and speech was fairly masculine, Hikaru’s mannerisms was considered feminine. So kids Hikaru’s age were left bemused and often bullied Hikaru just for that. When Hikaru hit puberty, it became clear that Hikaru was a girl. She didn’t have the most womanly figure, but it was obvious that she wasn’t a guy.

 Much to many people’s further confusion, she was listed as male on the family register and so wore the school’s male uniform. Hikaru no longer looked as androgynous as she used to, so people wondered if maybe she was actually just some guy who decided to start crossdressing. Or maybe she was one of those transexuals. No one really knew what she had packing in her pants.

 Now, at 16 and in her first year of high school, she was still a fairly quiet girl. She isn’t as shy as she was before, but she was certainly not talkative. She had messy hair that didn’t quite reach her shoulders, a pale complexion, a smooth face, and wore glasses. Despite having the look of someone that was scholarly or studied a lot, she was actually just clumsy and received bad marks. Hikaru knew she wouldn’t be going to college and would never amount to anything. She’ll probably end up being some NEET. She never listened in class because all her attention was focused on one person, a girl up at the front of the room.

Her crush, Rachel, was a half-Japanese half-American girl who always had the top grades and made friends easily. Every day she would walk the halls of their school with a group of boys and girls that either admired her personality, wanted to get in her pants, or both. It was amazing that she even managed to impress the second and third years. She’s a lot of fun and a good English-practice partner, they all say.

Not surprisingly, Hikaru fell for her as well. She’d never experienced love before. She knew what lust was and satisfied herself daily, but Rachel made her feel different. It was like Rachel could brighten up her mood just by being in the room. It wasn’t long before Hikaru began to stalk her.The stalking started out as simply following her halfway to her house. Within a few weeks, Hikaru managed to follow Rachel all the way to her neighborhood. Her house was in Egamicho, but since it was military housing for U.S. military residents, she wasn’t allowed past the gates. Hikaru’d often gaze out longingly as Rachel made her way to her home, the guard posted outside the gate keeping a close, suspicious eye on the desperate girl.

Every night, with all the lights off and nothing but the moon’s dim glow shining through the windows, Hikaru would reach under the covers of her bed and begin to masturbate, her mind clouded with thoughts of Rachel. Rachel’s uniquely shaped eyes that made her stand out from all the other girls at school, her chestnut hair and milky skin. Hikaru wanted to make her skin milkier with her cum. She was a fantasy that she could never have, and she wanted so badly for her to carry her child. Hikaru would spread her seed inside her womb, and soon her belly would be swollen with a baby, Hikaru’s baby. Then they would get married, and start a family…

“Oi, Hikaru?” her older brother waved his hand in front of her face to catch her attention.

“H-huh?”

“You spacin’ out? I asked ya how was school.”

“O-oh! S-sorry,” she stammered, becoming embarrassed. Hikaru and her brother, Akira, were riding in his car from the convenient store. They had bought some snacks as well as some hot nikuman for dinner.

Akira was 26 years old and part of the yakuza. Though he was fully dressed in a jacket and pants, it concealed the beautiful tattoos that was marked all over his skin. His hair was almost non-existent and his face didn’t really resemble Hikaru in that it was rough and threatening compared to her. He was rather close with his little sister since around the time when he was in high school, his parents had found out he had connections with the mafia so they locked him in his room and starved him. Hikaru, still in grade-school at the time, would sneak him food as much as she could without getting caught. After he graduated from high school and was properly initiated into the yakuza, his parents disowned him completely. Yet, Hikaru still considered him her brother and would often try to visit him at his apartment far away from their house. For that, he was always willing to back her up in times of trouble.

"So, you gonna tell me or what?" Hikaru looked back at him with a sort of fear in her eyes, and he wondered if what he said had come out as harsh. He was used to talking to people in a sort of aggressive manner, so he never really knew how to speak gently.

"I-it was fine..." she fidgeted with her fingers nervously. Akira thought it was always kind of adorable the way she was shy, but he did feel bad for her. He's had to save her from bullies too many times to count.

"Really now? That's good. Say, Hikaru, do people still cause ya trouble?"

Hikaru squeezed the strap of her book bag. "S-sometimes.... b-but it's my fault anyway... I'm always making p-people mad..."

"Now don't say that. You're a good kid. Like anyone? There a girl I don't know 'bout?"

"G-girl?"

"Oh come on, little sis. I even bought you that prostitute two years ago, remember? I know you're into girls. Besides, it doesn't really make ya lesbian since ya got a dick." Akira reminisced to that time two years ago, when he had stumbled upon a stolen R-18 magazine in her room. Because Hikaru had such good taste in women, and it was also her birthday, he treated her to a fresh teenage prostitute the mafia had trafficked recently. Needless to say, she was no longer a virgin the next day.

"W-well... there is one girl..."

"Haha, that'd a girl. Name?"

"R-Rachel."

"Rachel? Foreigner?"

"Half."

"Not bad, little sis. Ya bone her yet?"

Hikaru jumped slightly at those words and blushed deeply. "Ni-nii-chan!"

"Did ya?"

"O-of course not!"

"Geez, relax, will ya?" He turned the car and neared closer and closer to her house. "Know anything else 'bout her?"

"Um... she's popular, and... really friendly. And... she lives in Egamicho."

"That it?"

"I-I guess..."

He stopped the car in front of the cho and waited for her step off. "Well, here we are. Stay safe, little sis. You always know who to call if ya need anyone."

"T-thanks Nii-chan..." Hikaru unbuckled her seatbelt and hastily made her way to their parent's home, but not without almost tripping along the way.

Akira grinned. "Egamicho, huh. That girl... I bet the mafia's got some dirt on her." He drove away from the neighborhood and as he did he whistled a tune from some Russian song he had heard a long time ago. Hikaru... just you wait. Nii-chan's got another gift for ya.
 