General RP The Idol's Obsessed Fan (Knight_of_None)

Name: Yumi Yukimura
Age: 21
Hair & Eye Color: Short white hair, deep blue eyes
Height & Weight: 5"4' | 105
Birthday: Oct 3
From: Tokyo, Japan
Appearance: Image 1

VTuber Info:
Name: Sakura Lily
Age: ~?
Hair & Eye Color: Pink hair, pink eyes
Birthday: Oct 3 (kept same)
Backstory / Info: Born in a beautiful forest in the heavens. Came down to Earth as a sweet, friendly healer, making everyone around her happy.
Yumi had taken some of her traits, such as her white hair, making her seem "pure" and "angelic," and used it for her model.
Appearance: Image 1
(Rieru Ch. faceclaim)

It had been a few years since the young idol, Yumi Yukimura, hit it big. It was all rather sudden. Haruto Nomura, her manager, had appeared to her when she was only eighteen. She had been traveling with her working parents in Europe, something she had been doing since she was much younger. Her unusual appearance had grabbed many people's attention, including the then-talent scout. He made an offer to the young pale Japanese woman with pearl white hair. Her deep blue eyes stared at him in shock as he made promises to make her famous. She stood at five feet four inches, her lithe frame perfect for fitting into an outfit or two he had lined up for a lucky girl or woman. It was strange, but her parents encouraged her to take up the offer. They would be with her the entire time, and it wouldn't hurt to take a few pictures. Besides, they doubted she would take over their company as international caterers. Perhaps this was her calling?

As luck would have it, the young woman's pictures started spreading across the internet. Haruto hadn't stopped at a picture or two, throughout the weeks and months, he kept having Yumi come back to the studio and take more and more pictures. It appeared to have been worth it. Comment after comment, video post after post, Yumi's photos were suddenly everywhere, and the people loved her. They loved her hair, how pretty and pure it looked. It made her appear almost angelic. It was no surprise in this day and age, with the internet and how advanced smartphones were, that she became viral. It took a few months, but something somewhere clicked, and she blew up. Ah, perhaps it was that video she took and let Haruto post online... She had gotten a few hits on one image, and she wanted to thank those people for their support. From that video, people were shocked to see the white-haired, blue-eyed girl speaking fluent Japanese. Despite her very Japanese name, people still doubted just on images.

Yumi simply shrugged it off, laughing. Before she was an outcast, her fellow students bullied her; now she was famous. An idol in high school, at that! Honestly, she liked the attention. No, she loved it. For once in her life, she received compliments for her appearance that weren't from her parents! She managed to finish high school on a positive, popular~, note. She had made Haruto her manager during that time, and she started up social media accounts. For once, she was happy.

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Three years had gone by, and Yumi was in bliss as an idol. She used her skills on the piano to play and sing, releasing a few singles over time. She had appeared in some commercials, giving her even a little acting experience. But... It wasn't enough for Yumi. After learning about the world of VTubers, she wanted to join in. Being able to entertain anonymously online behind a cute anime character? It was a no-brainer that she was into the idea. She wondered how long it would take before people would figure out who was behind the model. It was easy for her to obtain the needed equipment, and she had far too much fun creating the character. She made up a name, a backstory, and commissioned artwork from one of her favorite artists. It had been nearly a year since she debuted Sakura Lily, an angelic fairy.

As she collabed with some of her favorite creators, growing more and more popular each day, she tried her best not to reveal who she actually was... Up until her secret was out. It had taken a few months, but enough people had pieced things together. Sure, her birthday was the same as her model's. She blamed the fact that she hadn't exactly hidden her voice and schedule, unable to stream when she was doing very public things. It was only a matter of time, and Yumi could only shrug it off. She found she had more fun when people knew Sakura was her.

It was only natural that Haruto would become Sakura's manager, accepting deals that would be good for her image and aid in her growth.

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After yet another meeting that day, Yumi was exhausted. Her manager wanted to escort the tired idol home, but other obligations grabbed his attention, leaving her to go home by herself. She had posted on Twitter her plans on returning home from her meeting (her first mistake) to do a general hangout stream as Sakura. The train ride was quick, and Yumi headed for her apartment. It was a short walk from the station, unbeknownst to the distracted idol, someone was following not too far behind. Entering her home, the space was as comforting as she could make it. The curtains were light pink, along with her bedspread. Really, the space looked like any typical young woman's apartment. She went into her bedroom to change into comfortable clothes: a simple black t-shirt and a dark blue skirt, and settled herself at her desk. She had gotten into the pink everything fad, not like it wasn't already one of her favorite colors. She had one of those gaming chairs with the rabbit ears, much like the cat ear headphones that she put on, starting up her computer.
 
Ginta was hardly able to contain himself all day long, his stomach full of butterflies, his heart dancing in his chest and his blood only pimping with nerves. Yuri had finally saw him today at one of her shows, he had been at all of them for years now. He had been her number 1 fan for so long that his music lists were perhaps onky composed if her albums even the experimental ones, or the live covers. Her every cover shot, or fan photo? On his walls! Her social media feed? He was subscribed and left it on the background og his phone. And he managed to report all the fakers on online using her page! Constantly gayrdung her image. His perfect angel. Even her vtuber personality had been kept safe from the fake fans, abd those creeps that hovered around it. He had bought 300 of her limited plushies just to prevent her from getting used by some degenerate on a Reddit page. Her bodypillows? Protected and cherished, every day...and at night. He just had to wash them when he was finished, but he was just so giving- he couldn't stop. But today. She had looked him in the eyes. Today he was smiled. She had given him all the signs. She heard him yelling he loved her from the stands, louder than all the rest. The smile she gave had him dizzy on the train that jad followed her on, he was too shy to say hello...not with how wonderful she was. Certainly, even staring at her from the other train car, he just felt high with adrenaline. He had been erect for the entire train ride as well. How could he walk up like that?! Some horny slug, trying to speak to a queen. He had been ashamed of himself, hoping she would shame him too, that she'd spit on him and step on it to make sure he knew better. forgive him. He had to just wait for the best time! He lurked. His palid skin and boring clothing, a white button up tucked into black slacks from the office, his black hair clipped short, his face so...average, unassuming to eyes. People just looked through him every day. But not Yumi. She always saw him, made him feel cared for. So what if he nearly dehydrated that first time he spent 24 hours trying to have his fantasy of feeling her body, her love, and appreciation on her pillows. It was the purity of his love that carried him and he had been sure to take breaks for water on those days now.

He followed her, his courage trying to Pluck its way up to greet her again, to say he loved her work, that the way she cut her hair was so nice. That he would love have a lock of it, that he'd pat her fir it. He shivered as he slowed down a ways behind her. That was close. He nearly moaned and his groin ached as the wind blew and he smelled her perfume. He nearly made a mess of himself. Was that her Love Spell? No- it was Heya! Number 2, a small brand that was so lucky to have her brands.
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He was outside of her apartment, behind the sidealley, hiding as he was trying ti manage himself. Did he say hello now? Was she asleep? Resting? Did sge need him to make her dinner? Maybe she'd like to have him wash her up and feed her. He shook away the din of thoughts as his phone vibrated and he saw her stream going live. OH GOD YES!

He salivated. He could see her streaming...live?! He looked up at the apartment abd walked around to the front, looking along the buzzers, abd spotted her name. Her number. He was sweating. His skin tingling, he almost wanted to lick the button she pressed to enter the building . The door creaked and he jumped, staggering a step as a tenant came out, some girl walking her dog. He stuck out an arm instinctively, the chance to use this time....it was perfect. Fate! She thanked him, smiling, knowing he was there on a mission surely. Once sge was on the street he scuttled inside, walking his way to his queens apartment as he popped in his head ohines to just hear her voice live again. God he should have brought a plushie, it would have been so useful right now. Maybe he could have a page on Reddit about how he took care of them so well.
 
Yumi got her computer up and running, along with the programs needed to stream. Once ready, she hit the 'start stream' button, allowing her starting screen to run for a moment. She stood from her seat and moved to the kitchen, getting herself some water before she returned. Sitting, she missed her door opening. As she actually started her stream, she wasn't aware someone had entered her apartment. "Ah~ I'm super tired today, guys! Rather, tonight. God, is it really eight already? Where has the day gone?" She gently mused, smiling softly to herself seeing the comments flooding in; ones wishing her a day well spent and a good night if they ended up leaving before she did. "I missed the newest episode of my favorite show! Did you guys get to watch it?" She asked, trying to relate to the otakus in the crowd over that newest magical girl anime that was out. She enjoyed catching an episode of an anime or reading a volume of manga, yet lately she hadn't had the time between photoshoots and concerts.

"What did everyone have for dinner? Mane-san treated me to sushi tonight!" Another engagement tactic, Yumi bringing up her manager getting her dinner before the meeting, something relatively quick they could eat. "I really wanted curry, though...!" She whined cutely, amused over how excited they got as the chat sped up. She brought the glass of water up to her lips, taking a sip before she herself got excited over a posed question she just had to answer, leaving her rather vulnerable in that moment.
 
Ginta steppes oh so lightly, his headphones not doing him justice as he tore them from her ears, her voice so crisp, so pure in reality. So beautiful. He was in her apartment, feeling her presence, her wonderful energy. How she spoke to her chat, it made his chest swell. So generous, so free- his head beat skipped as sge mentioned eating. So she was hungry! Mistreated by her stupid incompetent manager! How dare he take her out to a place she never desired! His elation soured slightly, he slithered forward, tge door closing behind him silently. He watched her drink her water...nearly wishing her could be the cup in her hands, the water that passed her lips, and the air she gently blew from her cute little nostrils. He stepped forward he hands shaking, looking at her. He had to protect her from her manager, clearly...but how.
 
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Yumi loved playing with her chat, getting them riled up and excited over this and that thing she was into or wanted. Was she cruel? Teasing them like this. Well, it was her own secret fun~! Speaking of fun... "Hey, hey. I'm in the mood to play a game. What should we do?" She spoke up, asking her chat - and unbeknownst to her, someone very close to her. Her background music played in her headphones, leaving her missing subtle clues that she needed to get up and escape, or get some help.

"It can be co-op! Or... Oh! We can check out our island in Animal Crossing!" She suggested, gently tapping a finger to her lip, thinking.
 
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He slicked closer, his heart beat drumming in his ears. His hands grabbing at her, covering her mouth. Normally the act would be like touching a God in human skin, blasphemous and disgusting, but he needed her to listen to him. "You should play something more intimate-" he said as he pulled her away from her microphone, rollingvher backwards.
 
Yumi's eyes scanned over her desk, falling onto the Switch off to the side. Before she could even think of grabbing it, she felt hands on her, causing her to shriek in surprise. She was quickly silenced, the hand over her mouth, Yumi grasping out for her desk to keep her from being rolled away. Her grip wasn't strong enough, and her captor succeeded in pulling her away. She couldn't call out for help, all her fans knew she had suddenly gone silent, and her model went into its idle pose, staring off into the distance. At first, they thought she had stepped away, a few questioning what the noise was, and who the male voice they heard belonged to.

Yumi reached for the hand over her mouth, trying to pry it away. She dug her nails into his hand, the other aiming for his face to shove or scratch.
 
Ginta gasped as she clawed at hom like an animal, his hand over her face keeping hevsulent. He grabbed her hand as , holdingvhervwrist as hecjerked her, the chair toppling and thumping onto the floor. Why was she fighting him? Why now! Was it the stream? Was she Pretending? His hand pinned hers inti the floor, straddling her as her headset fell off.
 
Yumi's wrist was grabbed, saving her captor from any harm. Naturally, she tried to pull away, to try and free herself somehow. Her captor made the chair fall over, forcing her to the ground with a groan. "Get off...!" She called out, hesitating as she glanced at her computer as he straddled her. The stream was still going. She didn't need some publicity stunt over this. Then again, if they knew she needed help, maybe someone could call the police for her...? Could they even hear her? She hadn't muted. Maybe...!

She tried to free herself, shifting and struggling underneath him.
 
As she called out, Gintas hand dropped , grabbing her by her throat. If she yelled, someone would come! They'd get the wrong idea about all this! Her was trying to save her from herself after all. No. No he couldn't let her fuck it all up now. Her reputation would be tainted! His grip on her thriatvwas tight, cutting off her air, her voice as he used both hands to silence her. He didn't want to hurtbher- but he had no options left!:
 
The hand over her mouth dropped to her neck, squeezing, making her cough and gasp for air. She struggled harder, her hands going to his wrists, tightening their hold. Was this how she died? By a crazed man who somehow broke into her apartment in the middle of her stream. She could just imagine the headlines, those online new articles.

"O-Okay, okay!" She choked out, somehow getting her word across. There was a chance he wouldn't stop, her vision already starting to blur and darken, the burn in her lungs awfully uncomfortable.
 
As he let go, she gasped, panting heavily underneath him. She let go of his wrists, nervously letting her hands fall to her sides on the ground. She could feel her heart pounding, her nerves firing, desperate to jump up from the floor and run out the door to safety. "W-What do you want...?" She questioned, her voice soft, uncertain. If he was willing to almost choke her out, what more was he capable of?
 
"I-i wanted ti meet you, to see you- ti-" he looked atvhervlips..mher neck, his breathing was quick, hugging in her scent. She felt the horrible telling hardness forming near her. "I want to keep you- safe-" he hissed out as helis eyes glinted, shining like he was going to cry. "I don't want to hurt you-" he admitted .
 
Yumi tried to calm down, to think rationally if she wanted to survive whatever the hell this was. He wanted to meet her- so this was a fan. A rather... obsessive fan, she realized. Who the hell went to these lengths to meet their idol? "R-Right, ah..." What could she do? Bruises were already forming on her pale skin, catching the eye of her captor, and a particular hardness caught her attention. He didn't want to hurt her, yet did just that. She swallowed hard, not wanting to think where his mind was going. "I can be safe... If you let me go," she started, clueless as to where she was going, just anywhere but underneath him.
 
He sat up, and Yumi looked hopeful for a second. The meaning behind what she said finally hit her as she saw his hand moving to the front of his pants, undoing the zipper. "Wait! No! That's not what I meant, and you know it!" Of course he didn't... She flinched with a small yelp as the power suddenly surged, flickering for a moment. Was it storming out? It was the risk streaming while it stormed; there was always a chance her stream would cut out in the middle. As the lights came back on, she saw that her computer was off. Just as she feared...! Any help she could receive, gone...

She shifted her hips, trying to bump him off of her.
 
As she shifted herself, he wobbled, slightly, hunching forward, he gr steadied himself, grabbing onto her chest briefly. "You- you said to do it- and now you say no-" he said flinching as he realized his hands were clutching her so. He clenched his fists, her shirt tearing slightly.
 
As she pushed on him, tryingvto yell, his eyes widened, his hands lashing out to pin her arm down. He started breathing quickly. "Get out? But you- you said- you saw me-" he said as his grip squeezed her arm tightly, his eyes sharpening. Deluded Confusion, twisting into outrage as she rejected him, fought him. He yanked her shirt, tearing as he reared and hus hand clamped around her throat again. "YOU SAID I WAS SPECIAL TO YOU-"
 
She fought him, trying her best to prevent her hands from being pinned again. The moment he won, she would be screwed. His words confused her, and the slight hesitation in her movements allowed him to grab her wrists. Said? Saw? When?! It had to be a recent concert... Fuck, no, it didn't matter when. She always told her fans they were special to her- that she loved them all. Fuck. Fuck! Her kindness was coming back to bite her in the ass- literally! "No!" She called out before his hand wrapped around her throat again. A free hand came to his wrist, gripping it tightly, letting her nails dig in, anything to save herself as her air supply was running out.
 
As she dug in, trying to fight fir her safety. Her life, he only squeezed tighter now, the pain not enough to stop him as his meltdown snapped him to the brink. "Liar! LIAR! LYING FUCKING BITCH!" He seethe out, his eyes fixed into hers. ""YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME! AND YOU LIED-"
 
Yumi could only fight harder the tighter he squeezed. The truth only caused her more harm, digging him deeper into his delusions. She needed to do something if she ended up surviving this. She didn't want to indulge in his delusions, but it was looking like she had no choice... She winced, her vision once more going dark. She could feel herself slipping away, Yumi trying to force the words out, "I'm sorry!" She didn't know what he heard, if she could even speak, her body almost going limp.
 
she barely got out her apology, managing to squeeze it out in the loss if her breath, as the world began to darken, shrouding her from the horrors of her situation. Once she stopped moving, Ginta would find himself staring at her unconscious form. Jumping up ti his feet as the grim horror sobered him, he killed her? Strangled the life from her?

Nononono!

He began to pace the room, look around, his mind planning, racing, Jumping to his best solution. Dispose of her...chop her up and throw her into the further storm drain?. Messy. Messy and....wasteful. he loved her. Loved her so much even through her dishonesty. He stooped by her, touching her chest....a thump od her panicked heart beat still there. Alive....he could still fix this, still make her understand....but he couldn't do it here. He grabbed up a rain coat and threw it over her, tying it around her to keep her from moving just in case. He'd have to take her somewhere... safer. Quieter....take her to his home? No. But there was a better spot, a old home his family had in the country...He'd just need to use his car.
 
Thankfully, she wasn't dead. Just unconscious. Had she been awake, she wouldn't be so sure she was thankful to still be alive. Her breathing evened, her body limp, unmoving save for the subtle movements of her chest rising and falling. Until he touched her chest to feel her heartbeat, she appeared dead. Her light frame made it easy for her captor to wrap her in the raincoat and carry her out of her apartment. Her phone was left behind on her desk, leaving her unable to call for help. None of her neighbors had any idea what was happening. She was easily taken out and placed in her captor's trunk.

Her exhaustion had taken hold. She slept through the ride, stirring slightly over a bump here and there. She only began to awaken inside some dark place. She hadn't a clue where she was, blue eyes blinking, slowly adjusting to the darkness. "H-Hello?" She gently called out, trying to sit up.
 
Siting up the dark, she heard something outside...chirping of cicadas...the trill and croaking of toads. The air was wetter here, cooler...the doors opened up as sge called. A beam of light hitting her eyes, the shadow of Ginta crossing over it. She was strapped a cot, a thick leather belt at her waist and on each wrist. "You're awake...good." He said softly as he came up to her, a match was lit, lighting a lantern across the way. She was in a shed? A windowless one, with metallic sheets for the roof, and wood framing walls. Old rusty tools and supplies were along a workbench.
 
Yumi found she could only sit up so much, something around her waist and wrists preventing her. "What... Where...?" She whispered, wincing her eyes as a beam of light strongly shone over them. The dreaded sight of her captor appeared. She held back from speaking, knowing asking him 'are you crazy?!' wouldn't fly now. She kept those thoughts to herself, her breathing picking up some with how much she wanted to yell and escape. She took a deep breath, looking to somehow calm herself.

It was chilly in the room, a shed she realized as she could see more with the lantern. The holes in her shirt didn't help, her black bra peeking through.

"People will realize I'm missing," she said softly. She had a few more meetings to attend tomorrow. Her manager always checked in on her every morning. What was her captor planning...?
 
"I've thought about that....you're just taking a break for a while I think. Your manager won't report you as missing , can't legally do it until you've been gone for a number of days. Your meetings with your fans, I think he'd make up something in the mean time...maybe that you're ill. Otherwise your fans would think you are abandoning them, or hiding a scandal..." He said as he approached her. "So...I'm going to see to it that you return to your schedule abd your content creation...but only when you accept the truth..." He said as he reach to her, tilting her head uo.
 

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