And Ryouta admits that likes Hiyoko, too. Ultimately, Hiyoko confesses her feelings to Ryouta while he’s grieving over the death of his mother. (Ryouta’s dad is deceased.) Throughout the school year, Hiyoko successfully brings her relationship with Ryouta to the next level. Ryouta is sickly, but that doesn’t stop him from working multiple jobs to help support his also-ailing mother. The first pigeon Hiyoko courted was fellow sophomore Kawara Ryouta, a rock dove who is Hiyoko’s very good friend. Legumentine’s Day (a cross between Valentine’s Day and Setsubun). This is achieved by participating in activities they may enjoy (such as student government, track and field, and summoning demons from Hell) and buying their affections on St. Her goal is to mingle with her feathered male classmates and ultimately couple up with one of them. Enter Tosaka Hiyoko, the lone human student at the renowned St. If you take it at face value, it’s a very silly premise. This game is no joke. It’s one of the darkest, most twisted stories I’ve ever experienced. I may even do something as drastic as jaywalk in the middle of rush hour traffic in order to avoid any incidental contact with these dreaded rats with wings.īut hybrid bishounen pigeons? They can’t hurt me! And at $5, it was a small price to pay for a harmless little game. I will usually go out of my way to avoid walking by a pigeon. However, my mother has passed many things on to me, including her irrational fear of birds. Yes, I am a fan of quirky Japanese games. I doubt he expected me to actually buy it. Last week, my boyfriend linked me to this game on Steam. Soon, it evolved from a mere Flash game into a full-fledged visual novel…with spinoff games. In 2011, this pigeon dating sim was released as an April Fool’s joke. “Now it belongs to me.” had anyone been around they might’ve noticed the way his voice no longer held song, but a husky arousal.Įyes locked on RK47's severed head, he lowered the opened aorta of her heart to his waist and began.Warning: This post contains plenty of spoilers. His fingers becoming stained with RK47's delectable blood as he follows veins, runs over the tissue, all togther just fondling the organ in general. In it was her heart, long since ceased its beating. His lustful eyes venture over to the opened box beside the jar. “Yes so lovely~ I think you look beautiful like this~” he murmurs once more to RK47's decapitated head. Shuu’s finger traces the glass, following the patterns of the tendrils of hair that stuck to her cheeks. Her head in a jar, her heart in a box and the rest of her body laid neatly behind the curtain on the infirmary’s lone bed. Well RK47 had, in so many words- become his research. The doctor had always said that his only love was his research. The way she was so frail, the way her body could break with just one wrong tweak. Shuu began to… “fall in love” in a sense. He began testing on RK47's medical conditions, anything to get her into the infirmary really. But one could be sure such proclaimations were written down in one of his many files. Of course it wasn’t a public claim, the doctor never let too many things out of the secrecy of his file cabinet. The doctor had more or less claimed her his test subject long ago in the middle of second semester. Whether it was trying to discover the case of the missing students or to take RK47 away from him. On occasion… that same heat would take the form of something painful colliding against his cranium, knocking against his mind as Yuuya coaxed a blush out of her with his flattery.įrom the beggining the doctor had known that meddling fowl Yuuya would be a thorn in his side. A sort of heat would roll over his body when he looked to her. The doctor just couldn’t keep his eyes off of RK47 as time passed. Yet slowly of the course of passing days. He was just there to give RK47 her medication. In the beginning RK47 hadn’t interested the medical professional. But there was something to be said for whose head it was. Never this intoxicated off of staring at a dismembered head. And a fanfic, dreamed up by some sick bastard, with RK47's name subbed in for consistency:Ī far off, dreamy chuckle resounded around the vacant infirmary.Įyes drifted to the head in the rather large jar, taking in its magnificence.
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