Yandere Simulator:

Lovesick

Chapter One

I am cold. I have always been cold. For as long as I am able to remember.

I have never felt anything, not once in my life. Nothing. I do not feel sadness, I did not cry at my Grandfather's funeral and I did not cry when two days later my Grandmother was found with her throat slit open with a picture of her husband in her lap. I do not feel happiness, I was not happy when I opened presents on my birthday, I was not happy when father got me a puppy for my fifth birthday.

I do not feel. I am empty.

Or, at least I was empty.

Things are different now, they became different when I met him.

It was an accident, no it was not that, it was fate. We were meant to be together, I know that now. I was walking downtown to collect some groceries for Mother, in fact they were actually more for me as Mother and Father were going to go to America though I did not know for what though going by the look on both of my mother and father's faces as well as the stories my Mother had told me about how she and Father met...

Well, it hadn't taken me long to figure out why they were going to America.

I was to be on my own for at least ten weeks and thus Mother wanted to be sure that I would always have food in for the following weeks, I may not feel anything but even I was aware that I needed to eat, as soon as I was outside of the supermarket someone ran in to me and I was knocked down to the floor, the air was knocked out me as I collided with the side walk and stared up at the cloudless sky.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" The heavenly voice spoke and as I looked up and my breath caught in my throat, never a more beautiful thing had there ever been. Surely this was the proof that the gods were real because surely such a beautiful creature was proof of such divinity?

Straight black hair that framed a face that looked like it was carved from marble and mossy green eyes that were wide with...compassion? kindness? I understood the meaning of those emotions, I recognised them in concept but never I have I truly seen them. They looked beautiful in his eyes. But anything would look beautiful in his eyes, he could stare at me with utter disgust and rage and they would still be so beautiful.

After awhile I imagined I was meant to say something as the angel seemed to be unnerved that I did not say anything, simply kept staring up at him while trying to memorise every single feature, I wanted to see that face everytime I closed my eyes, I wanted to see that face in my dreams.

"Um...are you okay?" He said and I finally managed to force myself to let out a short nod, the angel still seemed a little unsettled but that did not stop him from extending down a hand to me so he could help me up. I slowly reached up and took his hand and had to stop myself from squealing as I felt his warm, soft skin touching mine. He helped to my feet.

"Uh! There you are!" A shrill voice which hurt my ears called out and a girl with long red pigtails stormed over to the angel and grabbed his arm and narrowed her hateful eyes at me and oh, how I would love to rip them out. "Whose this?"

"I just bumped into her, I think she might've hit her head." The angel said to the shrieking witch with the stupid hair and the ugly mouth, I hated her so much. Why should she get to touch him? Why was she worth of such an honour, to touch such perfection. She was a presumptuous harlot. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Was it strange that I wanted to be this close to a complete stranger, that I wanted to be his entire world and I wanted to be his, that I wanted there to be no one in this world but us? I had to go, though the though of leaving him alone with this tart killed me. I knew that I had to leave him alone, even if it was just for a little while. "Goodbye."

I walked away from them even as each step broke my heart, I made the rest of the way to the market and bought what I needed for the next ten weeks in a quick haze, I might have seemed a bit strange to all those I had spoken with but I had no interest in maintaining the façade of being a normal person, it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered except for him.

I returned home and placed the shopping away, I did most it without even fully realising that I was doing it as the entire world seemed like it had fallen into a grey haze and it did not seem that it would ever lift. At dinner that night Mother and Father both seemed to notice that something was wrong with me but neither of them said anything, Father never said anything at dinner unless Mother asked him a question and Mother was often so busy staring at father that she barely seemed to notice that she had a daughter.

Once I finished forcing my food down my throat I asked if I might be excused from the table, my mother said that I might with a look in her eyes that I did not understand but I did not stay to question it. I walked into my room and collapsed down on to my bed, I stared up at my celling with thoughts swirling around inside my head like a hurricane.

I needed to find him again, I couldn't let him fade away. I hadn't even bothered to ask his name. I stood up from the bed and walked over to my computer, I didn't know his name but I would never forget his face for as long as I lived. I opened up my web browser and typed in the name of the Akademi High School social media page, the high school was rather unique in that it had it's own version of Facebook and other forms of social media with which the students could keep in contact with, I had a page of my own that had been set up as soon I signed the papers that would see to my enrolment. I didn't use it before now but the only high school in town was Akademi and he had to be no older than a year older than me.

There were only a hundred and twenty students that went to Akademi High so it didn't take me long to find his page, my Angel's name was Taro, Taro Yamada. When I opened his page even the sight of his picture took my breath away, how could one boy be so perfect? I began to scroll down his page and what I saw caused all the bliss inside of me to drain away and be replaced with something new, something different.

Something dark.

There were dozens of pictures of Taro and that girl from before, even the sight of her filled me with rage. I had never felt rage before in my entire life, I had never felt anything before today. I wasn't sure if I liked it or not, I liked everything that Taro made me feel, though I had no words for it and I hated everything the girl made me feel, though once again I had no words for it.

It didn't take me long to find her page, her name was Osana Najimi and the more I learned about her the more I hated her, she had been friends with my angel since they were children and a new emotion that I didn't understand flared deep inside of me, I had no words to name it by all I knew was that I didn't like that she was so close to my angel, only I could be so close. I was the only one.

What I wouldn't give for her to just go away?

Taro was an upper classman, he was a year older than me. He was going to be my Senpai.

Senpai.

That word felt so right in my mind, that was what Taro was going to be for me. He was going to be my Senpai.

That witch Osana was a year younger than him, according to their pages which would mean that Taro would be her Senpai as well. Oh. Oh, no. I would not have that, I wouldn't. Senpai was mine.

There was a knock at my door then and I stood up to answer it, Father was standing outside my room, looking as timid as usual. He said that it was time for me to sleep as he wanted to get her up early so they would both be able to say goodbye to me before they went to America to take care of mother's business. I did not want to sleep, I wanted to stay up longer and learn as much as Senpai as I could.

Still, I knew better than to argue and so I said that I would be going to bed in just a few moments once I had finished looking something up on the internet. It seemed that Father knew better than to argue as well as he let out a noise that might have been a sigh or it might have simply been a breeze of wind from my open window but whatever it was Father chose to withdraw.

I know that I couldn't stay up and learn more about my love even if that was all I wanted to do, I would be seeing him Tommorow at school after all and if I was tired from learning all I could about him tonight then I wouldn't be able to give him all of my attention tomorrow and I didn't want Senpai to think that I was ignoring him. I changed into my blue silk pyjamas and climbed into my bed and rested my head against my pillow, closing my eyes as I did so.

As I feel asleep, my only thought was that I hoped that I would dream of Senpai.

End of Chapter One.

Welp, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Yandere Simulator is something that I have been following for a while and while I have not played the game as of yet I have been following it's development and been watching let's plays of it and the idea of writing a fanfic about it has been going around in my head for a while.

This is mainly going to be a novelization of the game and it will mostly be told from Yandere-Chan's perspective, I might have chapters from other characters perspectives but I can't say for certain that will be the case.

I hope you will enjoy what I write and please leave a follow, a favourite and a review if you enjoyed it.

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