A Very Yuri Christmas

The handful of days passed not in a blur - but in a sort of passive invisibility, nothing more than the feeling of an impending countdown towards fate. Aya accepted this, as she’d always accepted what life had handed her - and following her morning shower, brushing her teeth, and then straightening her pink and purple dyed hair - she pulled out the items for her usual outfit, her modified school uniform, though today she thought it best to wear a noticeable yellow bowtie type bow on her left collar, and a characteristically noticeably short plaid skirt - with the colors this time being yellow, black, and white. Putting on her signature thigh high stockings and then her knee high converse, she was ready for the day: Christmas Eve to be exact, December 24, 2111. Aya knew that she wouldn’t be outside for long, so she went outside as she was - making sure to lock the digital lock door of her flat, and then making her way through the Old Town section of Kyoto to the newer area where the multiple JFC franchise locations were.

As she walked through the Old Town section to the newer, hyper-developed metropolitan area of Kyoto, paper lanterns, “Imperial Crown” architecturally-styled buildings, and copious shōji screen entryways gave way to neon lights, glass and metal high rise buildings, and early endless amounts of waifu and related types of bishōjo characters in the advertisements for various businesses. Such was the transformation of Japan as it had been since 1945 - one that was beautiful, and all the same uncertain, due to the member states of the ECAP threatening the tranquility of the Home Islands and Okinawa alike, just as was felt by the citizenry in Deutschland, and all of the other DDA member states as well. As such, various Geisha strutting the streets of the Old Town section gave way to Salarymen, Office Ladies, and various youth, very noticeably Jirai Kei. Soon enough - due to the crowds making the walk longer, and thus the winter air felt all the colder, Aya utilized the neon-lit alleyways to snake through to the nearest JFC franchise location. Once there, she took a breath in front of the entrance. This would be it - this would literally be the last Christmas Dinner as far as she knew it, so, standing in front of the JFC Franchise - with waifu types of figures in the form of cardboard cutouts, smiling and standing there, posing still in revealing, JFC outfits that undoubtedly attracted their fair share oatku customers - and thus simultaneously enticed them into the franchise just as such otaku customers would patron any business in the Akihabara (“Akiba”) District that had ecchi and/or eroge anime, manga, and light novels for sale. Aya knew that she herself was at least momentarily distracted from the gravity of this particular Christmas Dinner by such enticing waifu cutouts in the front windows - a thought that held her captive for that moment before she went inside, even distracting her from the cold. She was just as entranced as when she herself, would frequent the Akihabara District - in search of spicier sorts of anime, manga, and light novel entertainment of the yuri variety. Blinking, Aya took a breath - which she could see due to cold air, and then dutifully went inside. If she was going to have to accept that this was her last Christmas Dinner, then she was determined to enjoy it - a confident vigor that lasted until she had made her way to the counter, where her main foe, larger than laws of the DDA that went against her sexual orientation, was: her social anxiety.

“One…..Christmas Meal…ppppp…..please.”

Aya said as she blushed and pointed to the meal on the colorful, hologram menu - blushing and smiling at the very attractive, Yamato girl working at the counter, her black and naturally brown highlighted hair in a ponytail. The girl’s name tag read, Yumeko, if one was able to read Japanese characters, and Yumeko smiled at Aya - understanding that she was socially anxious, undoubtedly feeling a mutual attraction to Aya as well.

“Hai! Please tap your card when ready. And - Merry Christmas.”

Aya smiled through her blush - and paid for her meal by tapping her card on the hologram screen. Barely a second after putting her card back in the shiny zipper pocket, smiling up at Yumeko. As Aya turned around to wait at a spare table, one that was taken by smiling, laughing politely, loving families - she turned back to Yumeko.

“Wait - I - I’ve been drafted by the DDA to join the Self Defense (JSDF) Component of the Special Unit: Sakura Kamikaze. I can’t well…..all of my friends are with their families, and my mother is with my father at one of our vacation homes in Küstrin in Germany - so could we……..could you spend Christmas Eve with me? I…….I have to report to Tokyo tomorrow, to go tot the Space Departure Station, and I’d rather not be alone.”

Aya admitted to Yumeko - working up as much courage as she could whist tears started to form in her eyes, soft tears, like those of a courtesan - her beautiful, mixed Deutsche and Yamato complexion complimenting her Jirai Kei adjacent, or aligned fashion sense. Aya looked at Yumeko, blushing and internally hoping and praying that Yumeko would say, “hai” - to which Aya would say, “arigato”. Yumeko looked both ways softly whilst handing Aya her “Christmas Dinner Meal” and held Aya’s held softly as she smiled.

“Hai! My place - let’s take this order to go.”

Yumeko said as she scanned her Employee ID Card whilst another female employee nearly simultaneously took over for Yumeko, all the while, Aya wiped her tears and smiled as she bowed meaningfully to Yumeko.

“Arigato! Arigato!”

Aya said gratefully as Yumeko pulled on her silver winter coat after carefully placing Aya’s order in temperature controlled “to-go” materials, then smiling at Aya and leading her outside.

“Why - why did you agree!? You know that you don’t get drafted into the Special Unit: Sakura Kamikaze unless - “

Aya said, Yumeko softly placing her hand over Aya’s mouth, nodding to her politely with a smile.

“Because who am I to question or judge you? Besides, if you were guilty of any real crime - you’d be in a jail in one of the prefectures. So, why not give a beautiful, half-gaijin shōjo a great final Christmas?”

Yumeko said as Aya hugged Yumeko’s thin, soft, feminine side, as Yumeko was noticeably taller than the petite Aya - yet no less beautifully and femininely thin. Before long, maybe five minutes - Yumeko and Aya were at Yumeko’s flat - at the top floor of a five story building. Yumeko’s flat was an yuri otaku “wet dream”! Neatly displayed and discreetly framed posters of yuri scenes from various anime, manga, and light novels - along with similarly displayed figurines, and a handful clean and obviously taken care of dakimakura of an ecchi and yuri taste. Aya couldn’t help but feel at home!

“KAWAII!”

Aya blurted out excitedly, then catching herself, whilst Yumeko kissed Aya’s head and stroked her purple and pink hair - before preparing the Christmas Dinner Meal for them both on stylish, hard plastic Christmas plates. Yumeko then handed Aya her plate, whilst Yumeko then took hers, before directing Aya to sit at the neatly kept and comfortable kotatsu - a Christmas patterned comforter being part of it, and being equally seasonally appropriate. As they ate, Aya spoke up - feeling a great deal more socially confident around Yumeko now.

“I’ll never get it, Nippon through the Liberal Democratic Party in the Diet, and with the support of the combined parliaments of the DDA Member States - have long passed and upheld the Laws for the Collective Social Morality and Sexual Health of the Populace of the DDA - and yet all of the combined governments of the DDA are perfectly accepting and even encouraging of using yuri and yaoi orientations and identifications for commercial purposes. It makes no sense. If I was 2-D or 3-D but made of resin and/or plastic - I’d be fine.”

Aya said, sighing and then becoming momentarily distracted by the amazing taste of the food. Yumeko looked at Aya and stroked her hair, smiling at her.

“If you’re destined to become a gyokusai - then first let me enjoy you as pristine jewel, ok? We both know that the ‘nail that sticks up gets hammered down’ - so let’s enjoy this night before the hammer comes.”

Yumeko replied sweetly. Aya knew that she was correct - and smiled at her, before finishing her meal, and Yumeko finished soon after, maybe one or two minutes after Aya. After the dishes were cleaned and placed into the dishwasher and Aya was getting ready to proceed from the hardwood floor of the main part of the studio sized flat to the slightly sunken tile area where one’s shoes were customarily kept - Yumeko gently grabbed Aya’s right arm.

“You don’t get to leave without having - dessert.”

Yumeko said as she towered over Aya, swiftly picking her up as Aya giggled and held Yumeko’s sides as they began to kiss. They kissed deeply, passionately, and wetly - perhaps one could even say noisily, but it felt amazing for both Aya and Yumeko. Aya held Yumeko’s sides whilst Yumeko stroked Aya’s hair - the dread of the next day all but faded away into oblivion, replaced in the moment by passion - the kind of passion that a deep yuri connection was known to being about. And so - as depicted in ukiyo-e and nishiki-e prints of old, specifically of the shunga variety - Aya and Yumeko carefully but passionately stripped each other of their clothes, and delved deeper into wet, hot sex - the thoughts of the next day, that ominous next day, were made to stay at bay thanks to their carnal actions. Wet, messy, deep kisses followed up with “scissoring”, and the simple groping of each other created a rush of a brilliant sort, the kind of rush that felt like their act of sex would never end and that the next day would never arrive. Soon enough however, Yumeko and Aya drifted to sleep in each other’s arms - their bodily warmth and sound, comfortable slumber acting as an effective defense against dread of the next day.