Hello readers! I hope you like this story, and let me just warn you: This takes place in a different universe than Yandere Simulator. In Mission Mode, there is no 'yandere-chan', because there is no senpai for her to be yandere about. Ayano won't be a lovesick school girl like she is in the main game, but this is just how I depict Mission Mode's story without the yandere element. Well, without most of it :D. Hope you enjoy!
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AUGUST 8TH 2005, KAMAKURA, JAPAN
Ayano held her mother's hand limply as she had her arm wrapped around her husband, blushing in embarrassment for being out in public.
"Ryoba, can we focus our attention on Ayano for a second, please?" Her father sighed, and Ryoba glanced down at her child, not even knowing Ayano was groping her hand.
"Oh, right! Sweetie, you're going to be a good girl on your first day of school, right?" Ryoba bent down to meet her daughter at eye-level.
Ayano pushed down her preschooler hat, "No...Please don't make me go, mom." She whined softly.
While Ayano didn't have the right term for it, she felt a tremendous amount of pressure being around others, especially those her age.
"Oh I'm sorry dear, but you need to go to school. It's a part of growing up." Her father patted her shoulder, not understanding her anxiety. Ryoba nodded, and pecked him on the cheek, as he laughed, embarrassed.
Ayano said nothing the rest of the walk, until they got to her new school: a wooden building made almost entirely out of chopped wood, with a large playground in the front yard of the small building.
Ayano frowned, "Outdoors…"
"Alright, sweetie, time to get you checked in and meet some new people!" Her mom chirped as she pinched her daughter's cheek.
Her father's phone rang. He picked his phone out of his pocket and checked the caller ID. Her father's face flushed and he coughed.
"Um, mind if you check her in without me? I-I need to take a call from work." He stuttered, before walking to the back of the building in a rush.
Ryoba made a pouty face and turned around to lead Ayano to the front desk. But Ayano looked at where her father departed from.
"Aika," She echoed.
"What?" Ryoba looked down to her daughter, gripping her hand.
"His phone, the number was from 'Aika'. Who is that, mommy?" Ayano looked up to her mother. Ryoba let go of her hand.
She bent down to Ayano's height, and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were almost glare-like, but she still kept the warm smile that Ayano had always known.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetie." She hummed, before scooping her daughter up and taking her to class.
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