The time was 5:37 AM.

Yan-chan was laying down inside her small tent. She never really went to sleep, she occasionally rested her eyes once and awhile. if she fell asleep, she'd miss her chance. She was able to wait it out by playing and perfecting her skills with her new butterfly knife. Some time had passed, she was sure everyone was asleep by now. She exited the tent and looked around. To a normal person, it would be incredibly hard to see in this kind of darkness, but Yan-chan had grown an adaption to it long ago.

There, sleeping in his tree was jayson. How could he be so comfortable up there?

"Jayson, are you awake? Jayson?" she whispered.

"five more minutes, onee-chan!" he said in his sleep.

She sighed. She had to admit, he wasn't that bad of a guy. He was actually more tolerable then most boys she had met. And if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be here, preparing to stab her rival. So what if he liked to give senpai a little scare? As long as he didn't hurt him.

She looked at the sleeping boy for awhile. She never understood why he was helping her, or even what he wanted. She had always relied on herself, so accepting help from another was not something she ever felt comfortable with.

she also never expected him to see her as anything other than a monster, that's what people normally thought a yandere was, while others though things like therapy could actually help them be 'normal'. She wasn't normal, but she knew that. Normal school girls don't build small shrines dedicated to others, normal school girls don't have fantasies about murdering they're lover's female family members, or any other woman he comes into contact with. Normal people feel emotions, she doesn't. she knew she was broken, but she didn't really care, she never cared about anything…

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt someone grabbing her and pressing a piece of cloth to her mouth. She began struggling. She knew chloroform was on that cloth. Her struggling became weaker.

"shh… just relax… go to sleep" she heard a female's voice. Her body soon gave out and she fell unconscious.

She soon awakened to the feeling of rain hitting her face, when she tried to move, she had discovered that she had been tied to a tree, she tried calling for help but her mouth had been gagged.

"oh, finally awake, are we?." she looked up to see Osana najimi standing in front of her. There was mud all over her legs and her hair was drenched by the rain. she was holding a knife, it wasn't incredibly sharp, it was an ordinary steak knife. It would take quite a bit of effort to actually cut deep into a human. Yan-chan glared hard at osana.

She soon removed the piece of tape that was attached to Yan-chan's mouth.

"what are you doing?" she asked in an emotionless tone.

"isn't it obvious, I'm going to kill you." osana said.

"why?"

"I've seen the way senpai looks at you, I'm sorry it has to be like this, but I've waited too long, I wont let you ruin all my hard work. To be honest, I don't want to kill you, if only the circumstances were different, you and I could have been good friends"

"no, we wouldn't be"

"hmm, I guess not" osana said. "I'm sorry, but I don't have time to bury your body, but hey, I hear a watery grave is better than a shallow one." she said, pointing towards the large stream they were next to.

"are you really going to go through with this?" Yan-chan questioned. "are you sure you can live with the constant guilt of knowing that you've committed the ultimate crime? Knowing that you've ended an innocent girl's life for the benefit of your own?" innocent wasn't a word she would use to describe herself.

"no, I won't be comfortable knowing that, but for senpai… it's worth it" Osana said while twitching slightly. "now, just relax… close your eyes and think of all the happy times you've had in your life… your suffering is almost over"

Happy? She was never happy. Never for as long as she can remember. Happiness was something fate did not want her to have. She had always tried to feel the way everyone else did, but it just never worked.

She read manga, she played video games, she did everything and anything that would normally bring joy, but she felt nothing, she couldn't even feel pity for herself. She had always pretended. she did that just to fool others into thinking she was 'normal', sometimes she even fooled herself. It must have been sad, to never feel happiness, or sadness for that matter. She could never recall a time when she had shed a tear or cried her eyes out.

She didn't believe this was where her life (or lack of a life) was going to end, but even if it was going to end here. she still though it was pretty pathetic, never feeling anything, not having emotions. Even as she stared her killer in the face, she felt no fear or anger. she Just felt… empty.


Jayson had awakened from his peaceful sleep when he felt the rain hitting his face. He sighed, jumped off from his tree and groaned in annoyance when he stepped into a mud puddle.

Damn, it was dark. How was he supposed to see anything in this blackness?. He eventually found his pack and began fiddling through it for his flashlight. Found it!

He turned it on and headed for one of the tents. "Sure, you go and try your luck, maybe she'll feel sorry for you and let you in" his mind said to him. Yeah, he knew this was a dumb idea but you gotta take chances sometimes.

He unzipped the tent and looked into it slowly. "hey, yan-chan. It's raining outside, you mind if I bunk with you? Come on, I don't bite" he said. He checked her sleeping bag only to find it empty, Odd.

"AAAHHHH!"

He quickly turned his head towards the direction of a girl's scream, out of caution he began running towards it. He noticed foot prints and drag marks in the wet dirt, he stopped to examine them. The foot prints were not yan-chan's foot size, they were shorter. This caused him to feel a pinch of dread. He began following the foot prints through the woods.


"you bit me, you little bitch!" Osana screamed as she slapped Yan-chan in the face, leaving a large red mark on her cheek. "to think I actually felt sorry for wanting to kill you! Now I'm going to enjoy making you bleed."

"yan-chan?!. Ayana?!" they heard a voice screaming. Osana could also see a light in the distance.

"looks like someone went to check on you" Osana said while putting tape over Yan-chan's mouth. "let's give them a little surprise" she then went to hide in the bushes.

The light got closer and Jayson soon came into view. He saw her tied and gagged and immediately dropped his flashlight and ran to her.

"who did this to you?" he asked, removing the tape from her mouth.

"behind you!" she shouted.

He turned around only to see Osana quickly jump from her hiding place and plunge her knife deep into his left shoulder. She then pulled it out and tried to slash jayson's throat, he dodged by mere inches, leaving the knife to pass his throat and leave a small slash under his left eye. Another two inches and he could have become half-blind. He grabbed osana's wrists as she prepared to strike again, he pushed her away from him and she collided with a tree, he then pulled the knife out of her hand, held her arm against the tree and stabbed it, the knife now held her in place.

"don't move" he said. He ran towards the tree that Yan-chan was tied to, and quickly pulled out his knife and cut the ropes that held her. Once she was free, she grabbed a large rock that must have been two sizes bigger that her hands, she then proceeded to beat osana with it, while jayson removed the knife that held her against the tree.

The force from Yan-chan's rock sent her face into mud, Yan-chan and jayson both stood over her and began brutalizing her. Osana's upper body was forced into constant contact with yan-chan's rock while her lower body was being cut multiple times by Jayson's knife.

She was being bludgeoned and stabbed to death at the same time. Just to make it worse, Yan-chan dragged her over to the stream and submerged her head under the water, osana tried to struggle but jayson had helped hold her down. The oxygen soon left her system and her body went limb.

Jayson and Yan-chan both knelt on the ground, breathing heavy from the amount of exhaustion they felt as soon as osana had died. They pushed her body deeper into the stream and let it carry her corpse away.

"now that… was fun" Jayson said. "you okay?" he asked.

"i'm fine. What about you?" Yan-chan asked.

"i'll be alright" he then gasped in pain and held his hand over his shoulder as soon as the adrenalin had worn off.

"you're hurt" Yan-chan said.

"no shit, it'll heal" he said in a pained breath.

She looked at him and saw that he was bleeding profusely, most of the left side of his shirt was now crimson red.

"it won't heal if it gets infected" she said as she walked him back to the camp.

It was almost dawn, the sun would be out soon. The rain had cleared.

They returned to the camp and jayson went to sit on one of the tree stumps that were around the now extinguished camp fire.

He felt the pain on both his shoulder and under his eye. That little whore got him pretty good, but he'd recover, he's survived worse than this.

Yan-chan soon returned with the first aid kit she had packed and removed jayson's shirt so she could get a clear look at the wound. It was a deep cut. She began cleaning the wound.

"this might sting a little" she said as she placed a cloth that was whetted with rubbing alcohol to the wound.

"aahh, that feels better." jayson said.

"so… tell me about yourself" she said suddenly.

"why? Why do you want to know about me?" he asked.

"you helped me. Also, a better understanding between the two of us could be beneficial, and you know everything about me, yet I know nothing about you."

"fine. but to understand, i'll have to start from the beginning" he said. He then began his story.

"new york isn't the perfect city everyone says it is, most of the place is ruled by corrupt cops, drug lords and organized crime families, at least that's how it went where I was growing up. it all started back there. My mother was a hardcore gambler, spent most of her nights in a casino, eventually she generated a large debt to one of the major organized crime mafias, they were the kind of people that you didn't want to see at your door. When my mom couldn't pay back the boss, they decided to kill her, that's where I intervened, I begged and pleaded for them to spare her, I was willing to take on her debt, the boss said there was only one way for me to pay him back… I had to assassinate someone."

"your first kill" yan-chan stated as she began bandaging him.

"my target was an old man, in his 70's or 80's, I didn't question why he needed to die, I just knew he had to be put down. I followed him into an alleyway and then I drove a knife into the back of his neck… he didn't even scream. Oddly, I didn't feel any different, I didn't feel like I committed an unforgivable crime. the way I saw it, I was ending one life to save two. For as long as I can remember, i've never been able to feel bad for anything or anyone, I can't feel pity or sympathy… not even for myself."

"i know how you feel, I can't feel emotions, or anything for that matter." yan-chan said. "what happened after the debt had been repaid?."

"i was welcomed into the family, I got my own suit, a gun, they even had me and mom move into the more nicer part of the city. I started out doing small jobs for the family after that, delivering messages mostly. Eventually I climbed up the ranks and became an enforcer, I had to beat up store clerks because they forgot to pay the protection toll, the rest of the family thought it was funny to watch men in their 30's get beaten to the ground by a 14 year-old. Life was good in the family, I was never hungry, I wore the best clothes and money was never an issue. I even befriended the boss's son, had a girlfriend who was my age too. For the first time in my life, I was… happy."

"but something changed?"

"that old man I killed, he had friends… powerful friends, and they were not happy with me. I walked into my home, only to find out that my mother had been killed in her sleep, and I was next. Fortunately, the boss owed me a favor, he found out where my father and sister lived and sent me there in a plane, on a first class seat to japan. I was fifteen back then, I'm seventeen now. My father and sister don't even know about that part of my life. You're the first person I've ever told that story too."

"must have been hard to make a dramatic change like that" Yan-chan said.

"not really, to be honest. I like it here better. Here I can be like a normal kid, go to high school, befriend a psychotic school girl"

she gave a small giggle to that. "okay, i've got your shoulder patched up, there's not much i can do about the cut under your eye though, it'll heal on it's own, but you'll have a scar"

"thanks"

"we should work on our alibi" she said. "when senpai wakes up, he'll know osana-chan is gone"

"we don't need an alibi, she attacked us and we defended ourselves" jayson said.

"we killed her and hid her body. even if he understands, he'll still see me as a murderer"

"okay, give me a minute to think of something." he said "okay, I got one"

"let me hear it" yan-chan said.

"i woke up to the sound of screaming, when I followed the screams, I saw you and osana-chan being dragged away by a rapist or something. I fought him, he knocked me out and you ran too get help, giving him time to take osana-chan away."

"you really think that story is believable?" she asked.

"everyone believes the rapist story, news reporters eat that stuff up" he said.

"good morning guys!" senpai said, exiting his tent. He soon ran to osana's.

"hey, osana-chan, time to wake up…. Osana-chan?" he said. "guy's, where's osana-chan? and why you guys all bloody.?" he asked.

"i'm sorry, senpai. I tried my best" jayson acted.

"what? What happened to Osana-chan?!" he shouted. He looked heartbroken.


Breaking news!. Tragedy strikes when Four high school students decide to go camping for the weekend. Two girls were about to be kidnapped by a rapist living in the woods until one of the male students heard the scream and dashed to the rescue, he got into a struggle with the rapist until he was overpowered and knocked unconscious, one of the girls escaped and managed to get help. Unfortunately, the other girl was taken away. That girl was sixteen year old, Osana najimi. The search for osana najimi is being held by the police as we speak, if you have seen this young girl recently, then we urge you to call the heartbroken parents at-

Jayson turned off the television as he relaxed into his couch, it had been one whole day since they're little camping trip, and now everyone was home, safe and sound. The police had questioned jayson, yan-chan and senpai, but they were not able to gain any evidence or connect them toward the murder.

He soon heard a knock on his door. He got up to open it and saw that it was yan-chan who had knocked.

"hey, beautiful" jayson said.

"hello, jayson" she said. "i never got the chance to thank you for what you did back there"

"hey, you were in danger, I couldn't leave you like that" he said.

"i know, and I wanted to give you something" she then pulled him into a tight hug. He was blushing hard, he had never been this close to her. He could feel her body against him, he could also smell the shampoo she had used in her hair… lavender.

"if you need anything, and I mean anything, you let me know… friend" she whispered in his ear.

"thanks, Ayana-chan. It means a lot to me" she soon let go of him and began walking away. "hey, yan-chan?" he asked.

"yes?" she said, turning around.

"do you wanna… go get some ice cream?"

"ice cream? I dunno, I'm kinda busy."

"Whats wrong? Can't go two hours without knowing where your senpai is or what he's doing?" he teased.

"i could so go for more than two hours!" she said.

"prove it" he challenged.

"fine, i'll go get ice cream with you, but you're paying"

"sure thing, beautiful" he said, putting one his shoes and exiting his house with her.

They soon came to a small parlor and Jayson ordered they're ice cream. He handed her cone to her. She didn't even tell him which flavor she wanted.

"strawberry?" she asked.

"yeah, I know it's your favorite." he said.

"thank you, jayson"

they then sat down on a bench and enjoyed they're frozen treats.

She was starting to like him. He could see it in her eyes. Now the real fun would begin.