Heya everybody, Nater Taters here. After a long time being away due to some uh….personal issues, I must say, it's good to be back writing again. Recently, I played Doki Doki Literature Club and I was blown away by it! So, I decided to throw my hat in the ring with this brand new story. I'm probably going to try and upload a new chapter once a week, depending on how fast I can get a chapter outline done. Also, this story is Noncanonical, well sort of. The story is set in the real world, but the girls, (and guys) still deal with a wide variety of issues. It may start slow, but it'll get interesting pretty quickly! As always, I do not own DDLC, that honor goes to Dan Salvato, and the entire, hardworking group known as Team Salvato. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The airport terminal was flooded with people. People coming, people going. There was a lone businessman rolling his luggage through the halls, on his way to a flight that would take him overseas for an important meeting. There was also a young family strolling through the halls. Chatting amongst themselves merrily. Behind them however, was a young man who seemed less than excited to be there. He seemed to be walking slowly as he made his way past the gates and into the main hub of the airport. People, people everywhere. People walking through security, people walking up escalators, people going to baggage claim, it was a mess. The young man sneered in disgust, why were there so many people here? Wasn't it supposed to be an off day or something? Why did it feel like it was Christmas, or some other important holiday?

The young man just shook his head and found an empty seat. He sat down and pulled out his phone, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed his brothers weren't already here to greet him. Sure they were busy men, both of them being in the military, but still, the young man hadn't seen his two older brothers in what felt like ages. Their relationship was estranged….to put it lightly. David and Frank were his brothers, twin brothers actually. Frank was five minutes earlier, but David was six inches taller. They were overachievers, they excelled in sports, academics, social life. They were, essentially, the perfect sons, who could do no wrong in the eyes of their parents.

Drake sighed as he waited paintently for one of his brothers. Drake, also known as Yaz by pretty much everyone, was the black sheep of the family. He was physically gifted to excel in sports, but saw no reason to. He did well in school, not great, but he was a B average student. Where he seemed to struggle the most was being social. For one reason or another, Yaz always had trouble making and keeping friends. His parents said it was because of his constant pessimistic, sour outlook on life. Yaz thought it was because pretty much everyone around him were crazy and always in his business. In all reality though, Yaz just wasn't that nice to be around. His aura reeked on negativity and cynicism, he always seemed to attract to the worst kind of luck, but most of all, if someone tried to get close, he would normally shut them down and reject any kind of relationship, why Yaz did this to pretty much everyone, except his closest friends and relatives, was unknown.

Yaz scoffed as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and reached into his coat pocket for his lighter. He wouldn't normally smoke in an airport, but perhaps in his current bad mood, security wouldn't bother him. He stuck one of the cigarettes in his mouth, and after a few tries, got it lit. He inhaled deeply holding his breath for several moments, before exhaling deeply, the smoke leaving his lungs seemed to take a little bit of his stress with it. He felt a little better to be honest. He took another long drag and held his breath even longer this time. He let his lungs absorb the flavor before it became too much for him. He exhaled deeply again, trying to get his stress under control. As he thought about it more and more, he began to wonder why his parents really sent him to live with his brothers in Japan. Sure, they could've sent him to Tokyo to reconnect with his brothers, but that seemed too convenient. The fact he got into a fight at his old school in North Los Angeles also seemed like good reason to relocate, but why Japan? Why not Mater Dei or Capanos Valley? Why a school in a completely different country? Unless…Yaz shook those thoughts from his mind, his parents weren't trying to abandon him, right? Of course they would just ship him off to a completely different country. A country where his two older brothers lived.

Yaz's eyes widened in realization, but before he could complete his thought, he felt someone tap his shoulder. He whipped around to find a young-ish man in a security uniform. Great, just what he needed.

"Um excuse me sir….b-but there is no smoking in the terminal." The guard said. For a moment, Yaz had to admire this guard's English. Sure it was slightly broken, and a little hard to understand with the thick Japanese accent the guard had, still he spoke better English than some Americans he knew. Regardless, Yaz was in the middle of some big epiphany, and this damn guard had to go and ruin it. Yaz scowled and turned to face the guard completely.

"I don't see a no smoking sign around here? Do you?" He snapped. The guard jumped a bit before regaining composure. Or he tried to regain what composure he had. To be fair, this guard had a lot of guts, not everyone would walk straight up to Yaz and call him out. Yaz was a big man, standing about 6`2 and weighing a little over 200 lbs. He had short, somewhat curly brown hair that contrasted his pale, sea foam green eyes. While most of his family had rounded faces with soft features, his face was more angular, complete with a strong jawline and thick, bushy eyebrows. He had stubble as well, compared to the rest of his family, who tended to be clean shaven.

The guard scowled back and pointed to a nearby post. On the post was a flyer with a picture of a lit cigarette with a circle and a line through it. While the language was Japanese, it didn't take a genius to understand the flyer said "no smoking". Yaz glared at the flyer before turning back to the guard, his scowl getting even colder. "So what? It's one cigarette, like one fucking cigarette is going to contaminate the airport's entire supply of oxygen." Yaz growled in a grumpy manner. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with this nonsense. Why couldn't this guard just leave him be? He wasn't bothering anybody. All he wanted to do was to smoke one cigarette and think about his issues. Was that too much to ask?

Yaz and the guard stared each other down, neither man willing to budge. A small crowd had gathered around. Concerned glances were being exchanged all around the group. After a few moments more, Yaz finally relented, this wasn't even worth it, a disagreement over one measly cigarette wasn't worth being arrested and sent back to the states. Yaz sighed and turned from the guard, bitterness in his voice. "Fine…I'm going okay." He muttered, he grabbed his luggage and made his way outside away from the guard and that obnoxious crowd of people. Didn't they have anything better to do than to watch and argument between an airport security guard and a grade A American asshole?

He stepped outside and took a deep breath trying his best to get his emotions under control, he had to work on that. He exhaled slowly before taking one last drag on the cigarette he had all but forgotten about. He dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his foot. He looked up and dragged his suitcase to the curb. Outside the terminal was just as lively as inside the terminal, cars zooming by, dropping people off and picking them up. People making idle conversation.

People, so much people. Yaz sat down on the curb. His suitcase right by his side. He pulled out his phone and texted his friend Carson back home. Carson Turner was probably Yaz's one and only friend back in Los Angeles. The two had known each other since the third grade, Carson was more of a troublemaker with a knack for making friends, while Yaz was the quiet, shy friend who enjoyed the company of a few friends over the company of a huge group. Over the years friends came and went. For Yaz, it wasn't that big of a deal, but for Carson, every friend that drifted away seemed to take a piece of him with them. Yaz was never sure why, but Carson got upset when a friend left his circle. Maybe it was a form of security for Carson, he did come from a broken home after all. Perhaps his group of friends acted sort of like a second family for Carson, so when one of his friends left, it was like a family member leaving. In that way, Yaz could see how losing a friend would be a sad event.

Yaz texted Carson for a while, discussing the flight to Tokyo, the sights and sounds of the airport. He decided to keep the story about the run in with guard out of the discussion. Carson was normally chiding Yaz for his hair trigger temper. He was always telling Yaz to "let it go" and "it isn't a big deal." In a way, Carson was sort of the voice of reason for Yaz. He could always be real with Carson, he could always confide in Carson. He hated to admit it, but he missed Carson greatly, and he hadn't even been gone for 24 hours.

While he was busy texting Carson, Yaz didn't notice an ominous figure sneaking up behind him. The figure leaned down, making sure not to alert Yaz. "Heya, watcha doing boy?" The figure whispered. Yaz shot up in alarm, nearly jumping out of his own skin. Normally, he wasn't jumpy or nervous, maybe it was the fact he was in a foreign land that put him on edge.

"Jesus! Fuuuu!" Yaz cried in surprise. A hearty laugh responded to his surprise. Whoever this was, thought it would be real funny to spook Yaz. Yaz's reaction went from surprised to sour very quickly, who was the asshole who thought it was real funny to scare a Yastrempski man. "Heya dipshit…I don't know who you think you are, but deciding to sneak up on me like that, was a really bad mo….." He paused as he turned to face the figure. It was a man in his mid-twenties, most likely. He had short, dark black hair, chocolate brown eyes and an aura of smugness that drove Yaz up the wall.

Yep, that was defiantly Frank, the oldest of the Yastrempski brothers. Frank had gotten his laughter under control enough to step forward and embrace his younger brother in a tight hug. "Ah…it's so good to see you Yazzie! It's been awhile since we've seen our baby brother." Frank said merrily. Yaz awkwardly wrapped his arms around Frank to return the hug, but he kept silent. He wasn't really sure what to feel right now. It was an odd combination of surprise, relief, slight joy and extreme bitterness, with a bit indifference thrown in for good measure. He couldn't help but feel a little betrayed by his parents, but then again, it was nice to know he wasn't fully alone in Japan.

"It's uh…nice to see you too Frank, wish you got here a little sooner, there was this security guard who was being a complete shithead to me." Yaz replied. Frank threw back his head and emitted another hearty laugh. Frank seemed to always see through Yaz.

"Uh-huh, and I guess you were just minding your own business right, all nice and innocent right. Sweet and gentle Yazzie just minding his own business when all of a sudden." Yaz frowned when he heard the sarcastic remark from his brother.

"I get it alright, can we please get out of here?" Yaz asked in a slightly annoyed tone. Frank only shrugged as he grabbed Yaz's luggage and led the younger brother to his car, and from there, they took off, headed for Frank's and David's place. The car ride was uneventful, unless one considered an argument over what to listen to an event. Soon enough, Frank and Yaz were out of the heart of Tokyo and were descending into a neighborhood one could only describe as dreary suburbia. The houses all looked the same, and so did the shops. It was eerie, like stepping into a town from a creepy 1950s era sitcom.

"We're almost there, just a block to go." Frank announced, Yaz could only give an indifferent grunt as the jet lag seemed to be catching up with him, not to mention he didn't get a bit of sleep on the plane over. He started dozing before he felt the car come to a stop. Had they finally reached their destination? Yaz peeled one eye open as he peered over to the driver's seat. Frank had rolled down the window and was chatting with a man, a man who looked around Yaz's age. While Yaz couldn't make out much, the man did seem to be a high schooler, he appeared too young to be a college student. Also, the fact he was wearing some sort of school uniform was a dead giveaway.

Yaz was so busy watching Frank and the man interact, he didn't notice someone approaching from his side. A soft knock on the window caught his attention. "Hm?" He wondered aloud, he turned around, only to be greeted by something straight out of a horror movie. There was a girl pressed up against the glass of the window, her breathing seemingly fogging it up. Yaz jumped in his seat, emitting an embarrassingly shrill cry of fear. The girl jumped away from the window, alarm and concern apparent in her bright blue eyes. Frank jumped slightly and turned to Yaz

"What's wrong Yazzie?" He asked. He noticed the young woman standing by Yaz's window and shook his head, chuckling softly. "You don't need to worry about Sayori, Yazzie, she would never hurt a fly. Yaz took a few deep breaths to calm himself, before his surprised state returned to one of indifference. He rolled down his window and glared at the girl. For her part, Sayori flashed him a giant, toothy smile.

"Hiya!" She said in an awfully chipper tone. The corner of Yaz's mouth twitched, giving off a slight half smile. To be honest, while her personality was pretty much the complete opposite of his, he did admire her friendliness, he could see her upbeat attitude being quite contagious. Still, he hoped that she wouldn't try and get close to him, same with her boyfriend or whatever he was.

"Uh….hey." Yaz said awkwardly as he watched her. Jesus, everything about this girl rubbed Yaz the wrong way. There was an awkward silence between the two for a moment, as Yaz was trying to remember her name. How could he forget her name, Frank just said it, was Yaz that forgetful, or no, he was just incredibly dense.

"You're Yaz right? Frank and David's brother?" Sayori asked. Yaz nodded slowly, knowing what to say in response, but for some reason, not finding the voice to. "Oh! Wow! It's nice to meet you, I'm Sayori, and the guy talking to Frank is my best friend for life Norichi!" Sayori continued. Yaz glanced over at Norichi, taking in his features. To say he was underwhelming was an understatement. His short black hair and dark brown eyes gave off a sense of mediocrity. The fact he looked undersized as well made it hard to imagine him actually being in high school. Still, Yaz decided to keep his mouth shut about these observations, the las thing he wanted to do was to feel guilty about hurting someone's feeling by simply making a correct observation.

"It's nice to meet you too Sayori…I guess" He muttered flatly. Sayori took notice of this and frowned and took a step closer to the car. Yaz inwardly groaned when she did this. Please stop, please just leave me alone, I'm not really that into making friends right now he thought to himself.

"Eh…are you alright, I, I didn't say anything that upset you, did I?" Sayori asked genuinely. Yaz cringed slightly. Why was she being nice to him? They didn't even know each other.

"No….I'm fine, I'm just…tired." Yaz said, half lying to Sayori in order to distance himself. She was certainly nosy that was for sure. Yaz sighed, before glancing back at Sayori, she offered him a smile, but it really didn't do much to lift his bitter mood. He turned to Frank and hit him on the shoulder. "Can we get out of here, I'm tired as shit, and honestly, I think I would rather suck on a muffler than make small talk with strangers." He said in a grumpy manner. Frank looked at him in surprise for a moment, before giving his younger brother an annoyed glance.

"Alright Yazzie, we're going, there is no need to be difficult." Frank said, somewhat scolding his younger brother for his rude outburst. Yaz huffed and looked the other way, not really in the mood to discuss things with Frank. "Sorry guys, I could stay and chat all day, but Mr. Edgelord here needs his beauty sleep." Yaz gave Frank the bird, though Frank was facing the other way, so the gesture didn't have as much punching power as Yaz would've liked.

"Ah…it's no trouble, we'll just see you later I guess." Norichi said. Sayori made her way over to the driver side as well, giving Frank a hug and bidding them farewell. A few moments later, Frank's car pulled into a driveway. Yaz looked up from his phone and stared at the cookie cutter abode he now called home. It was standard two story house, which of course, looked nearly identical to every other house on the block.

"Well, this is it." Frank said, cutting the engine and turning to Yaz, a half smirk on his face. "Welcome to Japan, little brother."

Phew! That was a lot of writing haha! It's been so long since I've written, I forgot how time consuming and intense it can be. Anyways, thanks for giving this a read, if there is anything I can improve on, go ahead and mention it in the reviews! Any constructive criticism will help make this story the best it can be. Alright, I think that's everything, keep an eye out for the next chapter, which will be coming soon, until then, take it easy!