A/N: This is from the view of the Yuno of the third world before she got first Yuno's memories
Sometimes she thought something was off.
Honestly, she didn't have any reason to, her family life had gotten a lot better since the incident on the school roof, where the psychopath, whose face she could never see, had been whispering hushes of broken love and bloody murder, the one that killed herself that night, and the boy that had disappeared after her death, whose facial features seemed to just have faded away, seemed to have vanished from her memory after he went. She was loved now, was the best of their class, at the top of her entire grade even and didn't have anything she could so much as complain about anymore.
Yet she couldn't help but feel a little unsettled at times, such as the time when she went to the planetarium with her parents, a visit that she had been looking forward to so much. She had been utterly happy to have a trip like that with her beloved family, a trip that would have sounded like a utopia before the incident, but there always seemed to be something, someone, missing. At one point she even turned around to show someone a familiar constellation, only to find an empty space that should have belonged to a person. As she felt sadness fill her being, the phrase "Let's go see the stars together!" echoed through her head and she only looked up from her trance when her parents called out to her, because she had been falling behind.
Sometimes it was as if she had forgotten someone, someone very dear to her, and it only added to her confusion. If her feelings and obscured memories that felt like they belonged to another person every so often weren't deluding her, then how could she have forgotten someone so important to her? It seemed as if she was chasing after nonexistent shadows all this time.
The feeling of remembrance also flared up whenever she was around Amano-kun from her class and she couldn't help but think of the phantom boy from the incident every time she saw him. He usually was with his girlfriend, a nice person, she thought, although she never liked her anyway, could never stand the definition of what was her. But with the feeling of connection also came a feeling of disappointment, the cause of which she couldn't pinpoint. He was like a kid who had never known any worries in his life, weak, a wimp, someone who couldn't be relied on, who wouldn't be able to deal with death, someone who would never kill even if it meant saving his life or future and she found that she was comparing him to someone else, someone she couldn't quite remember, but couldn't quite forget, someone – she noted with a shudder – coated with blood that she recognized as her own for a moment.
Someone in whose arms she somehow knew she would have died in in another life, someone she knew would have cried because of her death, someone she knew she would have been destined to part with right from the beginning.
Slowly she tried to shake off those thoughts, to dismiss them, wondering when exactly her mind had become so morbid, because she wasn't dead. "Not yet" whispered a voice in her head and it sounded an awful lot like Akise, whom she had taken to calling "observer" for reasons unknown to her, except that the title somehow felt right.
She should probably bury all those fleeting "memories", for she was Yuno Gasai, she had a good life, a perfect one almost, and she certainly wouldn't have forgotten about anyone, less someone of importance to her, or any regrets attached to that person.
Right?