BEFORE READING
This is based off the game Yandere Simulator, which is currently still a debug/sandbox game in progress. Hence, most of the eliminations, rival stories/characters, and other features are not going to match up to the game exactly. This was written before more information about the rivals was released, hence I made up as I went along. Also, I decided to match up each rival and character the best I could, but it is possible for your opinions to differ such as "this character should have been this one".
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Also, I don't own Hetalia, as it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. However, this document and story was written by me.
I swear I'm addicted to the idea of a Yandere!South Korea. I don't even know why.
Crap I'm late! The Korean thought as he rushed down the street towards the academy. The entrance ceremony was supposed to begin shortly, and he was already making a bad impression.
The young man, named Yong-Soo, was quite unlike most people. No he didn't have supernatural abilities or super powers, nor was he an otaku or in any special clubs. He couldn't feel emotions. He faked every smile, every laugh, everything that would make someone normal. He had known he was different like that since the beginning and acted normal around other people when deep inside there was nothing there. He pretend to feel empathy when there was none, faked happiness, faked everything. He knew yet he didn't care. This was his normal.
He probably would have stayed like that for the rest of his life. That is… until today.
He felt himself crash into something solid. He fell backwards, losing his bag somewhere on the sidewalk. He heard a grunt from the object he collided with. Knowing he ran into someone, he was about to say an apology when the other person apologized first.
"Sorry, dude. Didn't see you there. You alright?" The foreign accent pricked at the Korean's ears, almost pleasantly. When he looked up at the other man, who had extended his hand to help the other up and the other held the Korean's bag, he felt his heart stop.
The other man looked to be about his age, maybe a little older, wearing the same uniform as himself. He had wheat blonde hair with a cow lick at the top of his head, and the purest sky blue eyes. He wore glasses and a brown bomber jacket over his uniform. His voice was almost peppy, with kind undertones, as if you could tell he did everything with the best intentions in mind.
Though to anyone else this was a simple gesture, and only natural to do so, to Yong-Soo this was the first time he felt something. A legitimate feeling that wasn't forced or faked. He couldn't quite put his finger on it. Was it a strong desire? Longing? Yearning? Perhaps craving? All he knew at that moment was that he was addicted to the way he made him feel. It made him feel human for once in his life, other than his brother, who was sent away and wouldn't be back for another 10 weeks, though even then he faked at least a little. For one who never experienced this "love at first sight", much less any romance, he was quick to think that this man was everything to him.
He loved him. Just like that.
He took the hand, quite nervously, acting slightly like a school girl with her crush. He mumbled a quick "Thank you," and "It wasn't your fault."
"Um…" He didn't even know what he wanted to say, but he got the blonde's attention. He quickly said the first thing that came to mind, "Thank you again…um."
The blonde man laughed, "If you want to know my name, it's Alfred. Alfred F. Jones."
The Korean lightly blushed, "Al…Alfred. I-I'm Yong-Soo. I'm in class 2-1."
Alfred smiled, "Dude, I'm in 3-1. I guess that makes me your senior or something like that right?"
The Korean blushed deeper, getting slightly flustered, "W-well, that would make you an upperclassman sure-"
He was about to say more when someone butted in. "You bloody git, there you are!"
Another blonde man walked up and yanked on Alfred's necktie, "How many times have I told you to stop running ahead? Idiot!"
The blonde man had really bushy eyebrows and green eyes, with quite the foul attitude. Alfred replied back as if this was a normal thing to happen, "Oh come on, Artie!"
The other shouted back, "Don't even give me your stupid excuses! Let's go, I will not tolerate being late because of you!"
The shorter blond practically pulled the other along, leaving Yong-Soo to glare at the other blonde.
Even I know that is quite rude. And he… he took him away from me. He's trying to take away my… Senpai, as my cousin once called it. The Korean thought bitterly. He is mine. He could never appreciate him the way I do. He doesn't deserve him. The way he treats him is deplorable! Heh… I guess I know a new emotion, rage. All thanks to him. I want to stop him. I want to hurt him. I waNt tO KilL hIm. I don't care who I have to hurt or kill, Alfred will be mine and no one can stop me. Alfred won't have a choice but be with me.
He felt something in him snap. He didn't know exactly what. All he knew was that he wanted the other gone. As he thought, mind simmering with these disturbing thoughts, his hands clenched into fists, shortly visibly shaking after. Just as suddenly, he stopped, and he continued on his way to school, as if it never happened, though it logged itself deep into his mind. What he wasn't aware of, however, was that someone had watched the entire exchange, giving a wicked smile.
The Korean got onto the train heading to the center of town, where the school was located. It was mostly empty, hardly anyone on despite the time. He sat down over in the corner, away from others as he usually does. As the train left the station, his smartphone buzzed. He pulled it out of his bag, figuring it was brother, his twin at that, texting him. Despite he himself not feeling emotions, his twin felt like they were close and knew each other so well, not knowing that he knew only a fake.
When he pulled out his phone, he saw a text message appear from an unknown number. He decided to talk to them, snickering at some of the responses.
Unknown Number: Hey
Yong-Soo: Do I know you?
Unknown Number: I saw your little unawesome altercation with those two upperclassman today.
Yong-Soo: Is that a problem?
Unknown Number: No. I just think you should know who you are dealing with. That other boy was Arthur Kirkland. The best friend of Alfred. He has a crush on him and he believes that myth about that cherry tree behind the school. You know, the one where you confess to your crush on Friday and they are totally guaranteed to accept the confession. He's going to confess to him this Friday.
The Korean stared at the text, both curious and anxious to know why they were talking to him about this of all things. He continued to text back.
Yong-Soo: Why are you telling me this?
Unknown Number: I'd be awesomely happy if something, you know, bad happened to that Brit. And I think you are just the right person to make it happen.
Yong-Soo narrowed his eyes at the person on the other end.
Yong-Soo: Who are you exactly?
Unknown Number: I'm the guy known as Info Guy at school.
Yong-Soo quirked his eyebrows up, immediately recognizing who he was talking to.
Yong-Soo: You mean you're that albino who hides in that room all day because you can't handle sunlight? Gilbert, right? I've heard the rumors about you. Blackmailing students and selling panty shots to others.
Unknown Number: Those are some unawesome rumors… but they are true none the less, however. I'm willing to offer my services in exchange for taking care of this Kirkland. Not only will I help you get your… Senpai, mein gott what a weird word, I'm willing to grant you favors, give support, supply items, you name it. All for panty shots. And, to sweeten the already awesome deal, send me a photo of a person and I will give you all the awesome dirt and info I have on them.
Yong-Soo cringed inwardly at the pervert.
Yong-Soo: You are disgusting.
Unknown Number: And you are a stalker. Two can play at that game. If you want my help, text me. If not, ignore me. Just remember, in one week your precious Alfred will be Arthur's. Let's see how much you make him suffer, that is, if you are serious about him being yours alone.
Just like that, the texting ended. Yong-Soo stared at his phone, contemplating the conversation. On one hand, he wanted nothing to do with that pervert. Yet, did he value his dignity more than his Alfred? His earlier thoughts from the confrontation rose up from the dark depths to reignite his rage. The thought of that wretched Brit laying his hands on Alfred left him both nauseous and disgusted. He swallowed his pride and texted back.
Yong-Soo: Fine. I'll do it.
Unknown Number: Kesesese, I knew you would do it.
Yong-Soo got off the train, after putting Info Guy into his contacts, and walked the remainder of the trip to the school. He stood amongst the crowd of students, looking at clubs and casually people watching. Until his eyes saw Alfred amongst the crowd, with Arthur right beside him. His sweet feelings of desire were soon overcome with rage and a new emotion. Determination.
Alfred was going to be his, one way or another.
He will be mine. All mine.