My name is Ayano Aishi. Most people call me yandere-chan, or yan-chan. Not sure why.
One thing you should know about me...I can't feel emotion.
At least...I couldn't...
Until I met Taro.
The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt my heart flutter. I wanted him. I wanted to feel that again.
I realized I didn't merely like him-I loved him. I depended on him.
The more I was around him, the more I could feel...the more I could experience...the more I could live.
I was willing to do anything to get him...
and keep other girls away from him.
I woke up on Monday morning and followed Taro to school, like I usually do. It just comforts me to see him and what he's doing.
It wasn't until I got to my locker that I received a text from Info-Chan.
My eyes widened when I read it. There was another girl that liked Taro.
Kokona Haruka, from the cooking club.
I sighed. I had just killed Osana Najimi, and I still was worried someone would find out...
But nevertheless, I took the hidden knife from my backpack and slipped it in the back of my skirt.
I saw Kokona rush to the back of the school. Perfect...now nobody could see her.
But she started talking on the phone...
"Ugh, I said I wouldn't do that anymore!...How much?...Okay...Just this once...Shisuta town, like last time?...okay..." she hung of the phone and buried her face in her hands. "Ugh! I can't believe I'm doing this!" She moaned.
This momentarily startled me...I decided I was going to find out...so I could expose her.
I crept up behind Kokona, stalking her, waiting for her phone to ring again.
It was getting rather boring. She was surprisingly quiet.
But then I heard her voice.
At first, I thought she was speaking to me, but she was actually talking to her friend Saki.
I had no interest in their conversations usually, but this time was different.
Kokona's voice was worried...and sad...
I decided to stick around.
"Ever since my mom died...my dad started drinking...a lot...and sometimes...when he's drunk...he comes into my room and...never mind."
"What? What does he do?"
"Ugh, I just...don't feel comfortable talking about it, okay?"
"Okay..."
The girl's left the balcony, and I dodged from being seen. Maybe I could use this, along with the phone call...
In class, I pulled out a pink sheet of paper.
"Dear Kokona,
Meet me on the rooftop at 12.
I want to talk about domestic abuse.
See you there."
Sastified with my work, I folded the note and dropped it in her locker on the way to my next class.
12 came. I waited expectantly, seeing if she'd show up or not. Surprisingly, she did.
"Ah...you're the one who wanted to talk to me..."she said, fidgeting with her hands.
I crossed my arms. "That's right. I heard what you said to Saki. Now, what does your father do when he's drunk?" I said.
Her eyes widened at my words. For a second, I thought she was going to question me. But instead she just sighed and said "he cries."
Now it was my turn to be genuinely shocked. "He..what?"
"He cries. Our family has been in debt for a long time now, to a company called Ronshaku loans...they're awful...they threaten to get violent with him if he doesn't pay..we have to earn money any way we can...sometimes..gross ways..." She said, looking down.
I regained my ability to speak. "Don't worry. I'll fix this." I said, figuring that if I did I favor for her, she'd leave Taro alone...
"what? Um...I appreciate it...but I don't think you could..."
I just left, Kokona probably getting more confused by the second.
I walked to where Musume was having lunch.
"Hey, Musume, can you follow me in here?" I said, in the friendliest, most annoying voice ever.
"Um...sure, whatever." She replied, making me realize I could never be as annoying as her.
I lead her into the empty room I'd placed a small, black case in, big enough for a human.
"wait a sec...wha-" She tried to say, but stopped when I knocked her unconscious with a bat.
That night, I walked home as a violinist, the black case supposedly containing a violin.
I tied Musume to the chair. She was awake...but horrified.
"w-why...why are you doing this?' She asked groggily.
In response to her confusion, I grinned and held up a camera to her face.
I sent the video to her father, the owner of Ronshaku Loans.
"Who are you?! Why did you send this?!
There's no need to know that. All you need to know is that I have your daughter.
What do you want?!
Release all your customers from debt.
What?! No! That'd sink my business! I'm calling the police!
You have no information. And for every day you don't agree, I'll remove one of your daughter's fingers. If you want her in one piece, I suggest you agree.
Fine. Just bring her back. Now.
Will do.
So I dragged Musume out in front of her house, not bothering to knock. It was midnight, anyway. Sure enough, they had released everyone's debts.
The next day, I texted Kokona to come to my place before school.
"Wow, nice place." She said, examining the furniture.
"Thanks. It's hard keeping it clean by myself." I said, relived she didn't notice the stains.
"You live on your own?" She suddenly looked up.
"No, my parents are just away temporarily..."
"Must be hard..." her gaze resumed back to the couch.
"Anyway, I wanted to ask you a favor." I said, patting the cushion next to me.
She sat down and folded her hands in her lap.
"I'd do anything. I don't know what you did...but my Dad's so much better now...thank you..."
"No problem...I was going to ask...if you'd stay away from Taro."
The room silenced as the sentence left my mouth.
"I...feel things when I'm around him...I can't explain what..." I tried to explain to her.
"I'm..attached to him...but if it's for you..okay." She said.
I was a bit shocked she gave in so easily.
I realized I felt a little differently about her than I did others. Not like I did with Taro...I just cared about her.
"Oh, yan-Chan?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we be friends?"
The question lingered in my mind. I'd had people I called friends, but never a true one before.
After some thought, I smiled and answered.
"Okay. That sounds good to me."
I have decided to make this a two-shot. Be on the lookout for part 2 soon!
and as always, thanks for reading!