Heya everyone! First, I'd like to thank you for picking this story to read, secondly, I'd like to point out that this is a very disturbing little tale that I had in mind for a while. It was inspired by the drama CD Yan Ero (Yandere Erotica) which is an R-18 Otome Drama with very good voice actors and amazing backstories. The fun thing is that I've swapped the roles, so yeah...
Please enjoy and review if the story pleased you! Support is appreciated.
The Hero & The Psycho.
Introduction.
The rain poured, leaving no traces of her bloody footsteps to be seen. The sky was dark and grey, nearly the same dull grey as her eyes. The thunder was loud, roaring even... representing her inner fury, her hatred towards her victim, even when dead, she hated her... hated her so much she just wanted to murder her all over again.
Lightning... She had been as bright and as quick as lightning when she had sliced her throat, easily, neatly, and cruelly. The blood had been easily washed away due to the heavy rain, barely visible on her dark clothes. It was a rather cold night, but she settled comfortably enough with a navy blue dress. She wanted to be cute for her Senpai, even when he couldn't actually see her.
Ayano was breathing heavily from exhaustion, her latest victim; Kuronuma Hanabi, was an extreme pain in the behind to drag. For a girl who is barely 159cm tall, she weighted a lot, and yet Ayano motivated herself by thinking that no matter how fat that little wench was, her weight couldn't compare with her hatred.
"This is what happens... Nh... When you try to... Mess with my beloved senpai!" She declared with pride as she threw the rather curvaceous girl inside a trash container. Of course, it wasn't a particularly bright idea, but at least it was dealt with rather skilfully.
The rain had drenched her completely from head to toe, making her dress stick on her body, revealing her feminine curves. Ayano tsked at herself for such incredibly bad and clumsy timing, the weather forecast was never right, but coincidently, it always matched along with her mood.
Rain suited her, she believed. It was a necessary flow of life, of pure water that fell from the sky, cleansing her, making her feel pure and lovely again. She was quite aware of her rather unusual psychotic tendencies, but it barely managed to stir anything within her.
It was all because of them anyway, they had ruined her, fucked her over, how was she supposed to live normally? Not to mention.. It ran through the blood, just link Info-chan said.
Ayano sighed as she squatted, trying to calm herself. The past week had been very stressful and that little slut of Kuronuma made it worse. She wanted to get rid of her, truly she did, but that day of all days wasn't quite the right moment. She was just coming back home from the convenience store, and suddenly... she saw her, with her senpai, and...
... It just happened.
Ayano had followed, leaving the bags containing the groceries way behind her, a new goal already planned and carefully calculated. The murder of Hanabi.
The feeling just came and overflew her with hatred and fury, for it was her nature. The sight of her beloved being tainted by such an obscene girl had disgusted her, and just like that... She killed her right in her neighbourhood.
Of course, her senpai was long gone, she wouldn't have been able to bear the thought of him witnessing her in that state.
"Dumb whore..." she muttered as she stood up, carefully hiding her pocket knife within her bra. She didn't have pockets on her dress, and she needed to feel the reassuring cold metal of a blade on her skin at all times, it was a rather convenient spot as well... Though she never planned to reveal it to anyone, it was for... rather ominous purposes.
Ayano smiled, she was content. It was another rival dismissed, another pain gone and forgotten. They were only in the month of May, school had started barely a month ago, but she was already at her third victim. Murder within school grounds was a pain, but what the heck? As long as she was careful, nobody suspected her.
Who would suspect plain old Ayano Aishi? The girl who smiles politely, refuses any kind of invitation and blends in perfectly with the background?
The perks of being average, she giggled as she took the short route home, ah, I'll get scolded again, but whatever. I had the chance to see my senpai, and to kill a meddling little slut as well, tonight's definitely a good night.
She giggled again, still satisfied with her job well done, not minding the rain, until a rather familiar, slender and slightly muscular figure appeared before her.
Ayano's eyes widened at the sight before her and had a small panic attack, the boy, who appeared to be just as surprised, halted immediately. She knew him, how could she not? He was a fellow classmate of her senpai, a boy whom he had a very friendly and respectful relationship with, a guy who, quite annoyingly; had the same exact face as her senpai, save for his eyes... Which were a lot fiercer, stronger and... manlier.
Budo Masuta, from class 3-2, the president of the martial arts club and the so called 'ally of justice', was staring at her quite confusingly. He appeared to be in a struggle to find the right words, for he ought to admit, it was definitely odd to find a giggling young girl, wearing nothing but a dress under the heavy rain.
Quite odd indeed.
And yet, though he was still very confused, he somehow managed to realize who she was, or rather... barely.
"Hey, you're... you're from my school, right?" He started, brows furrowed slightly. Ayano used her signature smile, appearing rather nonchalant of the unexpected meeting. She closed her eyes, tilted her head and bowed slightly.
"Yeah, that's correct. I'm Ayano Aishi from class 2-1, your kouhai, how do you do, Masuta-senpai?" She inwardly cringed at what followed his name, she hated to call anyone her senpai aside from her senpai, it made her feel rather unfaithful.
Budo looked mildly surprised, she knew his name? That was... flattering, to say the least, but in the state she was in, introducing herself wasn't top priority. The poor girl was soaking wet, she must've been extremely cold! The dress she was wearing really wouldn't do much in protecting her from the rain and chilly weather; they were still in spring and had yet to see summer's bashing light.
Now that he thought about it... That dress was certainly very wet, it practically clung on her like second skin...
He immediately shook his head and gave her a sharp and displeased stare.
"What do you think you're doing here out in the rain?! It's really dangerous for a young girl to walk in the dark outside, you'll catch a cold!" he wasn't shouting, but he was most definitely loud. Budo immediately took off his red hoodie and put it on Ayano, surprising her. "Put this on, I don't like it when girls fall sick."
"Um, thank you." She was a bit awkward, it was the first time a guy actually showed her kindness, aside from senpai of course. The fact that he had nearly all the same features certainly didn't help. "But if I take this, you'll be the one who'll—"
"No, I won't. I'm strong and healthy, so you don't have to worry about me, besides... Even if I did fall sick, it wouldn't be half bad, now come on! Tell me where you live, I'll walk you home."
Ayano furrowed her brows, "you don't have to, really!"
"It's a duty to me," he informed her, looking dead serious, "really, what kind of guy am I to leave my innocent kouhai on her own?"
She wanted to laugh at the word 'innocent'. That word wasn't welcomed in her dictionary, aside, well... For senpai.
She eventually sighed in defeat, fine, if that annoying little follower of justice wanted to take her home, so be it. It wasn't like he witnessed anything, so it was all good, even if it was a bit uncalled for.
"Thank you very much! I appreciate it, really." She smiled again, trying to ignore the weird sensation she received from him. He grinned, a grin that looked almost too cheerful.
"No problem! So... Where's your house?"
"Thanks again for walking me home, and sorry for taking your hoodie... Now you're wet because of me as well."
"Meh," he shrugged, "No harm's done, I was happy to be of help, the rain was good endurance training for me as well."
Ayano smiled as she peeked within the house, her parents weren't home because of work, so she was practically alone now. An idea came into her mind.
"Why don't you come in? You know, to have a drink, dry off for a while before leaving, to thank you."
Budo rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a slight blush on his cheeks, "No, I... I wouldn't like to intrude, really. I'll just run off now, still, I'm thankful for the offer." He wore his hoodie and bowed slightly, it was wet, but he honestly didn't mind. "Well! Goodbye, Aishi-san! Take care."
Ayano waved him goodbye as he dashed away, he waved back. The moment he was gone, she slammed the door shut and got rid of that hypocritical little smile. Damn, she truly hated pretending to be such a good girl.
But... It was her senpai's friend, she had to keep the good girl act, no matter what.
Her cheeks flushed, he really did look like her senpai... Even if his personality was completely different, that Budo, he resembled him... So... So much...
She felt the butterflies on her stomach and bit her lip, "He just looks like him, that's not my senpai."
Ayano walked up the stairs and threw off her clothes, getting ready to shower. She looked at her body and inspected it, she still had a few bruises left from that time, but they were scarring quickly.
Ashamed, Ayano began stroking herself, she needed to be relieved, relieved from all that stress, from not being able to be close to her senpai. The fact that she crossed paths with Budo didn't help, she hated that guy, don't get her wrong, but...
He looked so much like Taro...
She stroked, at a steady pace, feeling her own nipples harden from all the pleasure. She needed it, she truly did, it was a necessary ritual to keep herself sane.
Murder was also a necessary ritual, except it was harder to complete.
She continued building up her pleasure until she felt her release, letting the hot warm liquid pour slowly from between her legs.
"Oh Senpai, if only it were you..." She sighed, her cheeks flushed red. She was glad that it wasn't Taro but Budo that she crossed paths with, heaven knows how she would've acted in front of him. But that hero wannabe... She felt somewhat neutral in front of him, despite him having the same face as her beloved.
That's because you already know that he's not senpai... She thought as she started washing herself.
Ayano decided to forget about it, tomorrow would be a school day, and she wanted to start studying a bit before the surprise tests, better be prepared, right?
As soon as she was ready for bed, Ayano kneeled in front of her senpai's shrine, looking adoringly at her beloved's picture. She traced his face on the picture with her finger, mesmerized by his soft features. He was truly an angel, an angel who was pure, innocent and caring. Deep down, she knew she didn't deserve him, but a part of her, a sick part wanted him all for herself, she wanted to keep him close, with no one approaching.
Sadly, even if he would end up with her one day, she'd have to keep the good girl mask, for all eternity.
He would never know who she truly was.
But it didn't matter, and it never will... Because wherever he'd be, whomever he'd be with... She'd take him, snatch him back and keep him for herself.
"I love you senpai, I always will..."
She kissed the picture frame and went to bed.
Meanwhile, Budo, who was already in the comfort of his home, thought long and hard about his current encounter. That girl... Ayano Aishi, she was an oddball, but she appeared to be nice and generous, polite even. It was rare for a girl to be as sweet as her, most girls nowadays were not very demure and acted older than they should've. They also had that weird habit of dyeing their hair all the time, which was awfully bothersome. He liked girls who kept their natural hair colour, girls who were modest and not too flashy, like Ayano, for instance.
He had seen her quite a few times on the school grounds, but didn't really pay that much attention to her, she really faded into the background.
"That's fine though, I'm sure she's kind." He smiled to himself.
Even if deep down, he felt the weirdest of chills run down his spine.
TBC.
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