Hello, welcome to my second Yandere Simulator fanfiction. This will be my first time writing a chaptered story, so please help me improve the plot by writing reviews. Please note that there might be many grammar mistakes because I am a thirteen-year-old Chinese girl going to school in America. Thank you very much.

"When you hear my rival's shrill cry, a person, high-born, will die; a murder, quite often, is what fills the coffin, then under the turf she will lie," said a teenage girl with bloody clothes and a twisted smile, "But...what vengeful screams can be lifted from a severed tongue?"

Then slowly, she turns on the heavy circular saw in her hands and approaches her victim that is lying on the ground, lifeless.

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"Have you ever heard of the story about the ghost in the restroom? I've heard rumors about the ghost being one of the victims from 1980's high school massacre, and it takes place right here in Akademi! People say that she hides in the girl's bathroom on the third year's floor!" Inkyu Basu exclaimed to her older sister while tying her long, flamboyant, magenta hair into pigtails.

The mature beauty with long, violet hair and long eyelashes takes out a small box from a drawer and opens it, taking out a pair of contact lenses. "Oh? Is that so? Who told you this nonsense?" She puts a contact on the tip of her slim, long pointer finger while looking at her own reflection in the mirror. "These children are only in high school, delusions and creative imaginations are not strange."

"Ehh? But Sis, you're-"

Sakyu Basu puts her pointer finger on her sister's lips to shush her. "My dear Inkyu, this is merely a simple game...with the humans. I'd like to enjoy my time here as much as I can." She opened her eyes, revealing the brilliant yellow contacts on her eyes. "Let's go, I do not wish to be late on the first day of the new school year. Missing out interesting things is definitely not my way of doing things..." she smiled mysteriously.

Inkyu looked at her with a questioning look, then picked up her backpack and left their house with her sister by her side.

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The girls love to gossip about new topics in Akademi High School while doing each other's hair. New rumors happening in Buraza Town are usually spread around on Mondays, then students around will discuss them and quickly forget about old rumors. Of course, not all girls like to mind someone else's business. Every student here has their own unique ways of spending time when class did not start, yet.

Ayano Aishi is one of them.

She arrives at 7:00 a.m every morning, exactly an hour and thirty minutes before class starts. She will sometimes talk to students only to compliment them or show them something she found interesting. She has an average face, normal black hair tied in a ponytail, and was never seen chatting with another student or two. A strange girl, indeed.

Today is the start of a new school year, where Ayano Aishi becomes a second year student. She stared at her phone while sitting on the edge of the fountain in the central of the school building, scrolling through her phone to look through the informations of all of the students and faculty members of this school. Ayano's blank eyes scanned through each of their faces, or what she calls as "fake masks". In her view, humans are all fake and cruel. They all put on a pretty doll face just so others can like them, can accept them, so they won't be left alone. She scoffed, what kind of happiness can be sought if your eyes are blinded by darkness behind a plastic mask?

Sighing, the girl stands up and pats the dust from the fountain off of her skirt and heads to her own classroom on the second floor. On the way she glances inside the clubrooms as the members will participate in club activities before class starts. It seems like the only two clubs are currently active, and they are the martial arts club and the infamous occult club. Ayano decided to check out the martial arts club, which in on the second floor like her classroom.

The floor of the dojo is covered by tatami, and in the center there is a huge matt to make it easier to fight. Two students, a brown-haired boy and a brown-haired girl, are sparring on the matt while the two other members knelt down on each side of the changing room to watch them spar. All of them have their uniforms on and a special headband with Japanese characters written on them. There are four huge flower vases, one in each of the corners of the room. A few traditional Japanese paintings hung on the walls as decoration. Windows on the opposite wall of the entrance allowed sunlight to lighten up the darkness.

"HAH! TAKE THAT!" the brown-haired girl releases a battle cry and gets on her knees, then extended one leg and spun, tripping her opponent and watches as his back hits the ground. She then stood up and crossed her arms with a smug grin. "You lost, Sho. Again."

The boy she knocked down sat up slowly and rubbed the back of his head with a pained expression, "Oh shut up, Mina... Everyone knows you're a gorilla when it comes to sparring..."

Mina's right eye twitched, then she gave him an angelic smile and approached him. But Sho only backed up from the horrifying aura she gives off. The other boy with copper hair that was one of their two observers stopped him and pointed a finger at Ayano. "Um...guys, we have a visitor watching us. Not a good idea to start a fight now..."

Ayano then realized he was talking about her. She groaned in annoyance inside her mind.

Mina gave her a smile, "Come in, you don't have to talk to us outside of the room." But before Ayano could step in, a boy who's taller than every member of the club stepped out. He has a red band around his arm, with the Japanese characters "club leader" written on it. Clearly, he is the leader of this club. He has black hair, a headband on his head, a pair of grey eyes, and his uniform is also worn on him.

"Welcome to the martial arts club! My name is Budo Masuta, leader of this club. What brings you here?" he welcomed her.

But Ayano is not curious at all. She did not want to have anytime wasted on discussing participations in a boring and useless club. But she merely replied with an uncaring tone, "I'm just checking this place out. I have no intentions of joining a club at this moment."

Though not that noticeable, Budo Masuta had a hint of disappointment in his tone and expression, "Well...you are always welcomed to have any second thoughts! The martial arts club is opened for anyone, anytime."

Ayano nodded, then bowed as a sign of goodbye. Then she turned around to head to her own classroom.

Another day with a school of liars.

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For every forty-five minutes of class, there will be a ten-minute break for students to prepare for the next class. Ayano decided to get up and use the restroom to wash her face with cold water, only to be stopped by a student with long, straight, green hair. She is Midori Gurin, an annoying girl who asks teachers and students very stupid questions constantly.

Midori walked up to her with a huge stack of papers in her arms.

"Ayano-chan, Ayano-chan! Um, Miss Nana wanted me to deliver these papers to the faculty office, but...I have no idea where it is! Could you do me a favor and help me, pleaaase?"

"By 'helping you', you mean 'do it for you', am I right?" Ayano sneered.

The green-haired girl laughed nervously and scratched the back of her head. "You don't mind...right? Ayano-chan is kind and sympathetic, right? Ayano-chan would never like to see her friend suffering from a deadly mission alone, right?"

The second year only gave her an annoyed look. She takes the entire stack of paper and made sure to balance it carefully. "Also, quit sending me emails about questions that I already answered you multiple times and explained them thoroughly. It is extremely annoying, and I cannot get my homework done before 12:00 a.m."

As expected, Midori runs off before even listening to everything she said.

Sighing, Ayano turns around and travels downstairs. But on the second step of the second set of stairs going down, she stepped on empty space by accident, which leads her to trip and roll down the stairs. Unfortunately, all of the papers are now scattered all over the floor.

She cringed and flinched as she tries to sit up. Her shin hurts badly from bumping the edge of the stairs. "M-My ankle..." she managed to choke out from enduring the pain. Her right ankle is either bruised or twisted. The latter seems to have a bigger chance.

"Oh my goodness, a-are you okay?!" a male voice said. Ayano hears his footsteps approaching her. She looks up and sees a boy whom seems like a third year student with natural black hair and grey eyes. "I heard something tumbling from the stairs, so I came to check it out."

Ayano used all of her strengths to push herself up from the floor. She crouches down to pick up the pieces of paper she dropped off of the floor. The senior also started helping her. Ayano looked at him with a surprised look.

"Alright, be careful next time, okay?" the boy said as he puts the stack of paper he picked up onto Ayano's stack. "Hmm...this seems to be a lot of work... I'll help you carry half. Where are you heading, the student council room?"

The girl shook her head, "Th-The f-faculty room..." she stuttered.

Smiling, the senior picked up half of the stack and began heading to the faculty office. Finally conscious, Ayano hurried and picked up the remaining and catches up with him.

They walked in silence as they head to their destination.

"...Why did you help me...?" she suddenly asked.

"Pardon?" the senior gave her a questioned look.

"Are you expecting something in return...? If so, I don't need your help."

"Pfft, why would I want anything in return?"

Ayano snapped her head and turned to look at him with widened eyes.

He continued to talk as if it were normal, "I'm saying, why would I expect to have rewards for doing something I am supposed to be doing? Since young, we were taught to help out others and expect nothing in return. Because one day, all your good deeds will be rewarded . I'm sure your hard work pays off in the end."

For the first time, Ayano's eyes starts to show reflections of the images she sees. Her irises glimmered and trembled, as if she was touched by his words.

They soon arrive at the faculty room. There were no teachers in there at all, so Ayano presumed they went to the restrooms. She sets down the stack of papers she's holding, next to the senior's. She noticed how he is about a head taller than her, and his skin is almost as pale as hers. Ayano can tell that his personality is rather soft and gentle, not as wild as most other boys in the school.

"By the way, my name is Taro Yamada. If you ever need help, feel free to come talk to me!" he offered with a smile that showed his teeth. Ayano's chest suddenly felt very tight, but not in an uncomfortable way. She finds his voice soothing and his smile endearing.

Ayano watches Taro's back as he walks away, going upstairs. For some reason, she felt a strong desire to keep him as hers. A twisted smile stretches on her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers, and her cheeks are covered with a mysterious shade of pink.

'THERE IT IS! A REAL PERSON! A PERSON WITHOUT A MASK!'

A/N: This will be the end of chapter 1. I am very thankful to everyone who enjoyed my first Yandere Simulator fanfiction, "His Words". I wrote that story to give Ayano a pure and innocent side, therefore it was easier to write a romance out of the prompt. But for this one, I wanted to give Ayano a sociopath self before, then a sick and twisted personality after she met Taro. This is inspired by the manga/anime named "Aku no Hana", and the character named Sawa Nakamura is used as a reference to develop Ayano's sociopath personality. Please help me edit my mistakes and/or give me your suggestions on how you want the story to develop.