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Yandere Simulator A Twist Of Fate – Prologue

Roof of Akademi High School, afternoon

Ayano Aishi had just finished dispatching another rival for the love of her senpai Taro Yamada and had cleaned up the resultant mess when she spotted the object of her affection in the courtyard below. He was milling about with their fellow students. She must have lost track of time as it would appear school had been dismissed for the day she thought. Temporarily mesmerized by thoughts of the life they would have when he was hers and hers alone Ayano wondered to close to the edge. Before she could catch herself she lost her footing. She plunged off the rooftop. The only thing that saved her from certain death was the open dumpster packed full of trash located directly below her position. However, her head impacted hard with the lip of structure leaving behind a wet crimson stain. With a sickening crack everything went black for Ayano.

A Hospital Room one week later, afternoon

"Uugggghhh," Ayano groaned as her eyes slowly opened.

Ayano felt strange everything was vivid so unlike the muted tones of reality she was accustomed to. She glanced around the hospital room where she found herself. Her parents were there as was her "best friend" Midori Gurin concerned expressions on each of their faces. In truth, Ayano's friendship with Midori had meant little if anything to Ayano nothing did expect her love of Taro. But something had changed inside her Ayano found herself thinking how sweet it was of Midori to worry about her. How the green haired girl had been such a good friend a far better friend than Ayano had been in return. Sure Midori could be annoying at times but her heart was in the right place. Wait Ayano thought since when did she care if somebody was sweet or annoying she did not even really understand what those terms meant. With no emotions of her own her emotional understanding was limited to mimicry. Her reactions were based upon what people expected of her given the social context of each action nothing more nothing less. Yet here she was thinking how sweet yet annoying Midori could be. What was wrong with her? Why was her mind filled with these alien thoughts, impulses, whatever they were? Her head hurt so bad. The pain was excruciating.

"Oh god, oh no, oh god," Ayano cried as her mind was overwhelmed by new terrible things. She briefly clutched her heavily bandaged head in her hands. Her head felt like it was about to explode.

Those three girls she had killed them without a second thought. Their lives had meant nothing to her. She had stared into their glassy dead eyes after she had gutted the trio like fish and felt no regret, no guilt, nothing, not even satisfaction only a vague sense of relief that they no longer stood between her and Taro. At least she had killed them to obtain an objective, unlike that poor cat she had slaughtered as an emotional experiment. How could she have done such wretched things to other living creatures who had done her no harm? She was a monster worst than an animal. At least animals killed to live.

"What's wrong honey?" Ryoba asked her daughter sweetly.

"I want to die! I want to die! I wan to die" Ayano screamed trashing around in the bed. She tried to get up only for her mother to stop her by holding down her shoulders.

"Midori get the doctor!" Ryoba ordered as she held her daughter down. Ryoba was remarkably strong for a housewife a fact to which her husband could attest if given the chance.

"Yes Mrs. Aishi," Midori said running from the room.

"Let me go!" Ayano cried. "Don't you understand I killed those girls over a boy! They're dead because of me! I shouldn't be alive! I don't deserve to be! I'm garbage human wast! Please, I just want it to be over!"

Ryoba slapped her daughter hard across Ayano's face. "Now honey if continue talking crazy they'll lock you up. We don't want that. We love you." Neither her sweet tone nor her smile faded while she spoke. In the corner, Ayano's father Mr. Aishi stood by watching passively as ever.

"Mom I love you guys too, but I killed them. I stabbed them with knives." Ayano said tears in her eyes. For the first time in her life, she meant what she had said. Love was no longer an abstract concept but rather something real and tangible for her.

"They'll take you away from us if you keep spouting nonsense, honey. Is that what you want?" Ryoba asked.

"It isn't nonsense mom. I killed them. I-," Ayano whimpered.

"Not another word Ayano," Ryoba said her expression turned dark as her voice assumed a menacing tone. "I won't have you ruin our happy little family. If I find out you've mentioned murder after visiting hours end I'll cut out your tongue and feed it to you. I've worked too hard to lose everything because of a broken-headed brat who was too careless to keep her balance" She grabbed Ayano's face in her vice-like grip.

"Ryoba please stop our daughter is not well. You heard the doctors. She may have suffered brain damage from the head injury." Mr. Aishi said mustering the courage to step in at least verbally between the pair.

"I'd rather she was a vegetable whose diapers I had to change than this sniveling wreck," Ryoba said her hand still on Ayano's face. "Are you going to behave Ayano or will I have to make good on my threat? You know I will."

"I'll keep quiet," Ayano said more out of fear of her mother's wrath than anything else. Feeling fear was something else she would need to get used to.

"Good," Ryoba said resuming her happy go lucky persona. She released Ayano from her grip. "When you're released from the hospital I'll make you a cherry pie, your favorite. Doesn't that sound wonderful, honey. What do you say?"

"Thanks, mom," Ayano said although she did not mean it. Her mind was dominated by a single question; how could she live a normal life knowing what she had done?

To Be Continued

Should I continue with this story idea or not?