Authors notes: If you are reading this, then I congratulate you. You are probably one of the few people who will ever read this story.
So thank you for coming here.
Wait, why may you be one of the few people to ever read this story? Well the simple fact of the matter is that not many people read Yandere simulator fan fiction.
Sad, but true.
So why would I make a fan fiction that may never be read?
Because I wanted to.
I wanted to create a story about a game... no, a world that intrigues and excites me to the possibilities that exist within it.
That is why I am writing this.
I can only do my best and hope that you few who read it, enjoy it.
Feel free to leave reviews and whatnot detailing your thoughts and critiques... I am always curious as to what people think of my work.
Ah, looks I've blathered on for a bit to long...
Well lets get started shall we?
There are many days in a single week of school.
Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.
Every single day is important, they are days of learning, education and progression.
Today was a Thursday.
Just another Thursday.
Light streamed gently through the double glazed window that sat firmly on the second floor of a very average looking house. Those golden rays floated slowly down upon a small bed in the middle of a small room, within that bed was a very young woman by the name of Ayano Aishi.
As the sun's rays landed on Ayano's head the low groan that escaped from throat signalled her mind slowly returning to consciousness. As she tried to fight the growing feeling of lethargy and primal desire to return to sleep, her mind recognised a single fact.
It was Thursday.
And she could not care any less, literally.
For Ayano the feeling of being physically incapable of caring about anything was nothing new. It sort of came with the whole not being able to feel any emotions in the first place thing.
As far as Ayano was concerned, well… Actually Ayano couldn't feel concerned either. For her entire life Ayano had been incapable of feeling happiness, sadness, pride, love, anything really. This was normal for her though, since she had never felt anything the idea of having emotions was incomprehensible for her.
With one final groan Ayano's mind shook off the remnants of her sleep. Her eyelids raised up, revealing her unreadable, dull grey eyes. She lifted her left hand up and used it to brush aside some stray strands of black hair that blocked her vision.
With a single strong motion Ayano pushed herself into a siting position on her bed. Most people would have spent a few seconds savouring the moment, or collecting their thoughts and emotions to prepare for the day ahead.
Not Ayano, from what she understood she had nothing to gain from such things.
Instead, she focused her gaze on the one thing in her room that was worth anything to her. Her beautiful shrine…
Her shrine to her senpai.
Just looking at the small construct flooded her mind with images of her senpai. From their first beautiful and romantic meeting where they lovingly collided into each other, to the present day where she revered the very ground he walked on.
Senpai was very important to Ayano.
Ayano knew from the moment they met, he was the one for her…
Because when they first met was also the first time she had ever felt any emotions for anyone or anything.
Just thinking of him made her heart flutter slightly, a feeling so new and strange that at first Ayano thought she had come down with a cold…
Well if this wonderful feeling was a sickness, then Ayano never wanted to recover.
Now, everything she did, every thought she had, every breath she took…
She did it for senpai.
Now she would once again get ready for school…
For senpai.
A mere few minutes later Ayano was standing out of bed, teeth brushed, hair combed and body clothed appropriately.
Ayano knew she would have to hurry to school, after all senpai always arrived at school at seven o'clock exactly and the more time she spent around senpai the better.
Without further delay, Ayano left her house and began cycling her way to school.
Akademi high school was truly a sight to behold.
Florescent pink petal blossoms danced smoothly and freely in the morning breeze as they fell from the cherry trees that dotted the school grounds.
The joyful morning rays of a summer day bounced around the schools interior, brightening the pristine white corridors and bringing with them an atmosphere of excitement and happiness.
Even the most dull and lazy students would feel uplifted and compelled to learn within these walls. There was no denying it, Akademi high school was truly going strong.
Ayano, cared about none of this.
She only cared about her senpai.
Hiding behind one of the tall cherry trees, Ayano took the time to… keep an eye on her beloved senpai.
It should been the perfect way for her to spend her time. Just herself and senpai, with senpai completely unaware of her of course.
There was just one problem…
It had orange hair, a loud voice and worse of all…
"Taro! Get over here!"
It spent far too much time with senpai.
Ayano watch on as a girl by the name of Osana starting yelling at her senpai. Once again Ayano experienced and emotion.
But this emotion was nothing like love.
It was rage. Red, boiling, hateful rage.
Ayano wanted senpai and Osana was trying to take him away.
Through some rather stealthy and obsessive stalking, Ayano had managed to learn that Osana had been friends with her senpai since way back in their childhood.
That, Ayano could deal with.
She had also discovered that Osana planned to confess her love for senpai this Friday.
That, Ayano could most defiantly not deal with.
From behind the safety of the cherry tree, Ayano's glare was so fierce it would have drilled holes into the back Osana's head. Unfortunately for her, intense glairing someone to death was not a valid murder method…
Ayano snapped out of her thoughts, quickly realising that if she did not leave now she would be late for classes. While she did not care for learning, Ayano did recognise the advantage she would have in winning her senpai if she did well in class. That also included showing up to class on time though.
Stealing one last loving glance at her senpai, Ayano walked off to attend her classes.
Ayano's muscles groaned and complained as she tried to stabilize her breath.
The afternoon lessons were finally over.
Ever since she had met senpai, Ayano had put special focus on her physical education. It wasn't easy but it would be worth it for senpai.
The reason why Ayano had chosen physical education especially, had been simple.
She needed to eliminate Osana.
Osana would confess her love on Friday evening, tomorrow.
Ayano could not let that happen.
She planned to resolve this… Conflict of interests in the most direct way possible.
Osana would have to isolate herself eventually and when she did.
Ayano would end her.
It would be easy to overpower Osana with all the extra physical education Ayano had gone through.
The rest of Friday would probably be spent disposing of the evidence… And of course, watching senpai.
Yes, it would all be worth it as long as senpai was hers.
Senpai…
Ayona's mind perked up as she remembered something very important…
It was time to stalk senpai home!
A semi-smile formed on Ayano's face as she thought of spending time protecting her senpai.
With a slight skip in her step she made her way to the front gate…
Ayano carefully and silently ducked into the shadows, it was of the upmost importance that senpai didn't notice her as she protected/stalked him on his walk home.
Senpai could never love a stalker.
Ayano leaned around the wall she was hiding behind, she let her eye's gaze at her senpai. She took in every detail, his short perfect black hair, his pristine school uniform, his lovely heart melting eyes…
His eyes…
They looked a bit… Off, today.
Normally her senpai had very focused eyes, with a certain sparkle to them that Ayano would just loved to gaze at for hours…
Right now though, his eyes were… vacant. Ayano likened it to the expression she herself often wore when in deep thought.
What could senpai be thinking about…?
That's when Ayano noticed something go wrong, very very wrong.
Her senpai was so focused on his thoughts that he had missed a turning on his route home.
Senpai was walking right into a dark alleyway.
An unfamiliar emotion filled Ayano as she quickened her pace slightly, she did her best to keep track of senpai.
Taro Yamada let out a quite sigh as slowly made his way home.
He had a very big problem.
Despite what others might think of him, Taro was not dense and he definitely noticed the obvious.
His best friend had a crush on him.
He and Osana had known each other for many years now, so he had gotten quite good at reading her emotions even when she tried to hide them.
So from all the blushing and whispering she had been doing around him…
Taro did not know how to deal with this.
Sure he love Osana but not like that.
When Tara was younger his mom and dad… were never around much, so Osana sort of became like a big sister to him.
What would he do if she confessed?
There no way that Taro would be able crush his best friends feeling like that… He just didn't feel the same way she did.
Maybe everything would be fine. He could always just say yes… Then at least Osana would be happy…
Right?
"What do I do?" Taro sighed. He really needed to thing about this.
Wait…
A quick glance at his surroundings told Taro that he wasn't where he was supposed to be.
"Must have taken a wrong turn…" He muttered to himself.
"A very wrong turn I'd thing!" Taro jumped as an adult male voice leapt from the shadows of the alleyway.
Taro froze as he watched a middle aged man sleek forward from the darkness.
The man had a crazed smile on his face as he spoke again.
"Now, how about you give me… all your money. Then I get stab you twenty seven times!" The man let out a crazed laugh as he drew a dirty metal knife from the folds of his cloths.
Taro was truly panicking now. He wanted to get away, to run and find help, but no matter how hard he tried Taro could not get his legs to move.
Then something Leapt right passed him…
Senpai was in danger.
Ayano needed to act now.
She did not care that she would be fighting against an armed opponent when she herself had no weapon. She did not care that she would be attacking a middle-aged man about twice her age.
Senpai was in danger.
Nothing else mattered.
Ayano charged.
She jumped directly towards the man, left hand curled into a fist aimed right at his face.
At the last possible moment the man noticed her, he lurched sideways in a half dodge half panicked fumble.
Her fist connected with the man's shoulder, sending him reeling backwards for a few moments. This gave Ayano more than enough time to firmly position herself between the man and senpai.
The man let out a pained grunt as he steadied himself. He glanced at the one who struck him, only to discover that it was only a high school girl!
The man's grin just seemed to widen at this revelation. He lunged knife hand first straight at Ayano.
Not expecting the man to move so fast, Ayano tried to dodge his attack. It wasn't enough though, the sharp edge of the knife cut deep into Ayano's side.
Fuelled by her love for senpai, and an extra burst of adrenaline, Ayano grabbed both of the man's hands and desperately tried to push him back.
The man did not yield, instead he pushed back as well, clearly expecting to easily overpower a high school student.
Both of them struggled against each other, hands locked in combat and the man's knife now trapped between their grips.
The man seemed to be getting the upper hand, Ayano simply couldn't match his natural strength…
Until she dug deep for one final burst of adrenaline.
Ayano gave one last diched massive shove, sending the man tumbling backwards and onto the floor, his knife dropped in the struggle.
The man gave Ayano a look of… Respect? Before he scurried off back into the darkness of the alleyway, leaving Taro and Ayano alone.
"You… you saved me?" Toro's voice caused Ayano to reflectively turn to him.
Suddenly, it hit her. She had just saved senpai…
And senpai had noticed her.
Ayano was now looking directly at her senpai, her heart seemed to get caught in her throat as she tried to come up with something to say. Taro spoke first.
"Wait is that…" Ayano noticed her senpai raising his hand to point at… her side?
"That's blood! You're hurt!" Taro's words barely reached Ayano as she final spotted what her senpai was talking about.
A blood red gash covered Ayano's side, from where the man had struck before…
With the danger over the adrenaline began to leave Ayano's system.
But when the adrenaline left…
Ayano could finally feel the pain.
So much pain…
Wincing and groaning she tumbled to the floor.
Pain…
Emotions…
Overwhelming…
The last thing Ayano saw was her senpai standing over her, fear and panic etched upon his face.
Then, the world went black.
Author's notes: You actually made it...
Thank you for reading through the first chapter of my work, I hope to have another chapter written up soon.
If you enjoyed this one, maybe you would be interested in seeing how the next one pans out?
Maybe you will even tell me what you thought about this chapter...
Well I might as well end this off by wishing you a happy day and good fortune upon you.
