As you may know, just over a week ago was the second birthday of Yandere Simulator. *throws confetti* Here is an overdue update to celebrate. I really enjoy this game, and look forward to seeing where it goes- though due to the fact it is being constantly updated while I write this, it may be that this story becomes contradictory to the game's canon. Actually, it really already has... But if you've read this far, I'll assume that you don't mind.

Thanks once again to everyone who followed/favorited. Special thanks to my reviewers. It makes me so happy to know someone is enjoying this.

Warning: Chapter contains some very dark implications, murder and serious themes... Also, the fourth wall was destroyed, courtesy of Midori Gurin.


In the end, Ayano was able to get something to eat.

As it turned out, Kokona had a few octopus hotdogs left over from yesterday's meeting at the Cooking Club; Koharu hadn't been able to turn up and have her share. Being murdered can be so inconvenient that way.

Upon discovering that Ayano had no bento, the other girl had swooped on her and insisted she take the snacks, so that she did not have to go the day starving. ("It's the least I can do for you, Aya-chan, after you agreed to help me!")

It was admittedly generous, and Ayano accepted. Making sure to cast a surly glare in Kokona's wake as she left.

Damn you, Kokona, for treating me so kindly. You're making it hard for me to eliminate you.

On the upside, apparently killing off the Cooking Club members could equal free food. She'd have to remember that. Then again, her parents had left her plenty while they were off on their trip to America. Would they be back when they said they would? Her mother had texted her frequently, including that message last night, but she had always been so vague when it came to disclosing any details. When do you plan on telling Dad and I the truth about why you went, Mother?

Her teeth tore through an octopus leg.

Back to the Kokona problem. Perhaps she was overthinking it- the girl's death couldn't actually be all that important. Nowhere near as important as swiping Senpai's used handkerchiefs, anyway. Still. more than one way to skin a cat, right? She could always remove Kokona as a threat for Senpai some other way. Maybe she could set her up with someone else? The girl wasn't exactly short of suitors. Not with those breasts. If only she knew some dark secret of hers, the problem could be solved!

… There was always Senpai's secret, but Kokona might not be able to keep that to herself.

Ayano polished off the last traces of the hotdogs. Supposing that she at least ought to thank Kokona, she grudgingly made her way to the stairwell, and headed to the rooftop. Almost the whole school was up there. No surprise, really; the sun had climbed even higher up in the sky, and many students wanted to take advantage of the warm weather.

Upon spotting Kokona, Ayano slapped on a smile and approached. Only to stop at once. Saki Miyu was there, too. Kokona's best friend. They were speaking in delicate, hushed, nigh conspiratorial tones, both of them tense and Kokona apparently unable to look her companion in the eye.

Well now. Slipping behind the wall, Ayano did her best to feign convincing nonchalance while she keenly eavesdropped.

"You haven't been acting like your usual self lately," Saki was saying, her voice laced with concern. "Is something wrong?"

"Oh… well… it's nothing…"

Had Kokona's cheerfulness been a façade earlier? Ayano had never been good at interpreting the feelings of others. Curiosity piqued, she strained to listen further.

"Just remember, I'm your friend, and I'd never judge you for anything."

At the encouraging words, Kokona looked up, the whites of her eyes rippling as tears sprung at her lashes. "I guess… there is one thing I want to talk about…"

"I'm listening," replied Saki.

A slow intake of breath. "Ever since my mum died, my dad's been drinking a lot. Sometimes, when he's drunk, he comes into my room… and…" Her voice cracked with a muted sob.

Whatever else she had to say, Ayano did not remain long enough to hear it. She had heard enough. And the math wasn't hard to do.

Looked like she had enough dirt on Kokona after all.


Bizarrely enough, that would not be the last juicy conversation that would happen to reach Ayano's ears that day.

The second time was after school had finished. Most students had quietly filtered away out through the entrance gate, some remaining for club meetings, detentions or cleaning duties. For Ayano, it was that last one. She was back on the rooftop, beneath a darkening sky. The sun was starting to sink, the last few rays of crimson light bleeding out through the clouds. As usual, she was alone, but directly beneath her were Pippi Osu and Midori Gurin from the Gaming Club. Even though they were far below at the mouth of the school building, she could hear every damn thing they were saying.

Midori had a voice that could deafen potatoes.

"I'm sorry, Pippi-senpai! I didn't have enough time to play the multiplayer with you! I was too busy sending stupid emails to YandereDev even though he made a twenty minute video saying not to!"

Shaking her head incredulously, Ayano tried to ignore them both and focused on her work. Nodding to herself in satisfaction as the water sloshed excitedly in the bucket. It would be a help to her, familiarising herself with all the cleaning tools in the school. If she ever had a bloodied body on her hands that needed a quick disposal, this was the best solution. Though hopefully she wouldn't have to go as far as murder for a while yet. No, that would be only if something drastic happened. Like if someone were to find out-

"Yamada-senpai is a chick?!"

Ayano was so shocked the bucket tumbled from her fingers. At the last moment she wrenched it back into her grip from the air, but too late; it had been already been emptied of its contents.

A splash sounded from below. "Kya!"

Crawling over to the bars, Ayano peered out and looked warily down at the two figures below. They had both been drenched. Pippi's colourful hair was plastered messily against her head, drops of water streaming from the tip of her nose.

Midori blinked. Once, twice. Taking in their unexpected situation. Dwelling on it very deeply. Then, "Did someone just throw water on us?"

… You don't say?

"Why would someone do this?" moaned Pippi. "Wait. I remember Osana talking earlier about seeing similar thing happening. It's probably the same person…" With a sigh, she squeezed the hem of her skirt. "Never knew there were such weak pranksters at this school."

"Oh, there are all sorts of things you don't expect at this school," replied Midori solemnly. "Like how you don't expect the girls' toilets to be haunted. Or how annoyed people get on the website when you ask questions without checking the FAQ first-…" Suddenly she gripped Pippi by the shoulders.

"Or how we have a trans kid here! Tell more!"

"Calm down, Midori-chan!" Pippi shouted, trying to keep the laughter from her voice. "We both need to go and get washed up. I still think we have enough time to get in a decent state before we have to head home." A smirk played across her face. "And maybe I'll tell you more on the way."

"Ooh! Then what are we waiting for?"

"You, baka!" Giving free reign to her laughter now, Pippi hobbled to the girl's shower room, Midori waddling hurriedly after her with a stream of enthusiastic questions.

Neither of the girls thought to look over her shoulder. Neither noticed the figure following them, darker than a shadow. Nor did they see the silver flash of her weapon that cut through the encroaching night.


"How did you find out?"

Half-shrouded in steam as she massaged her hair, the rosy pink dye bleeding out to reveal the stark black underneath, Pippi looked over at Midori. "It went like this. Yesterday, I was with Ryuto, and-"

"You asked him out yet?"

Blushing madly, Pippi gave her a teasing shove. "You wanna hear this or not?" She laughed as Midori's pouted. "Anyway. I asked him if I could use his phone to call home, since mine was out of battery. He let me, but when I was ready to give it back, he'd gone home himself."

Midori let out a disapproving tsk. "Guess he forgot. Some people can be so careless, am I right?"

"Look who's talking," smirked Pippi. "Ryuto's just like that- he's too generous for his own good sometimes. I'll admit, he was being careless here, but not because he left his phone with me, but because of what was on it."

"You went through his phone?" gasped Midori, jokingly scandalised. "Couldn't resist, could you?"

"Hey, if it were your crush, you'd do the same!"

"Touché." Then Midori frowned. "But what does this have to do with Yamada-senpai?"

Pippi sobered up slightly. "I'm getting to that. Ryuto has this habit of accidentally leaving his phone on record. Because he sometimes forgets it and leaves it lying around places, occasionally you can find very… interesting conversations on there." She paused for effect, letting her words sink into Midori.

"In this case, the conversation involved Yamada-san's gender."

Midori's eyes bulged. "Whoa. Do you still have Ryuto-senpai's phone?"

"No. I deleted the recording anyhow. But I emailed it to myself first. Just listen to this." Drawing her phone, Pippi stroked her thumb across the screen, and the voices came on. It wasn't a long conversation, but it nonetheless revealed everything Pippi had promised it would and more.

Thunderstruck, Midori stepped back. "That happened yesterday in the boys' shower room?"

"Yep."

"No doubt about it, then… Yamada-senpai's a girl. Was born one, I mean. That aside, there's some girl stalking him? Who is she?"

"Not a clue," Pippi tucked her phone away. "But hey, remember I was talking about how Osana saw water being dumped on someone, like what happened to us? What if that was Yamada-san? They are good friends, after all. Would explain why he was in the shower room just before class started, if he had to sort out wet clothes."

"At least he could sort it out!" Midori quipped with a huff. "I can't seem to. My uniform just isn't getting dry."

Pippi blinked. "You ought to change into something else so you don't catch a cold. Don't you have any spare clothes?"

"I forgot! My gym uniform! It's in my locker."

"Alright, you go change. I think I need to wash up anyway."

Beaming, Midori skipped away. She was swiftly swallowed up by the steam, as it wreathed around her body like funeral flowers.

Once she left, Pippi let the fluffy white towel fall from her shoulders to the ground. Wading into the hot tub water, she relaxed into it with a languid sigh, grateful for it after that hard-hitting splash of cold water thrown on her. Her muscles loosened, and she smiled peacefully.

The lights in the back room went out.

"Midori, is everything okay in there?"

No reply.

Frowning, Pippi rose from the tub, clawing at the towel as she tried to cover herself. "Midori? You still there?"

A few crashing sounds answered her. Followed by the rapid clicking of shoes against tile. The door was flung open, but it wasn't Midori standing there. It was another girl. Black hair. Blacker eyes. Seemed to be a second year student.

"Aishi-san?" guessed Pippi warily.

"Osu-senpai," growled the girl in response. "You need to see this."

Too stunned to question it, Pippi followed the girl, feeling worry settling in her stomach as she stepped through the door. What was this about? "It's too dark to see…"

A grunt from Aishi-san. "Don't you have a phone on you? You can use the torch on that, right?"

"O-oh, yeah…" Retrieving the phone from her bag, Pippi switched on the light.

The beam fell on Midori's corpse.

The scream that came from Pippi sounded like it had been ripped from her very soul. Tearing from her like lightning from the heavens. Her phone fell from her hand. Throwing herself on her knees, she cupped her friend's face in her hands. "Midori! Midori! Oh, god, please wake up! Midori!"

No movement. No life.

Aishi-san stooped to pick up the phone she'd dropped. Never taking her eyes off Pippi. "She's gone."

"No way…" Letting Midori go, Pippi buried her head in her hands. Tears began flowing. "How…?"

"I'm sorry," murmured Aishi-san behind her. Her voice somehow sounded somehow deader than Midori. "She may've been trying to turn the lights back on. But she was soaking wet, and trying to handle electrics… well. It's easily done, you know."

Stifling another sob, Pippi made herself consider this. "She's acted kind of spacey like that before… it wouldn't be unusual for her…" Her brow furrowed. As she thought more, she began chewing her lip.

"But… no. That can't be what happened. All of us in the Gaming Club were given the lecture on health and safety where electronic devices are concerned. We had it hammered into us. Even Midori would remember basic rules. Besides, just trying to turn lights on shouldn't result in… this."

Aishi-san was silent.

"…Not unless there was something wrong with the switch." Pippi's eyes glimmered like two green disks as the idea occurred to her. "She wouldn't have been able to have seen that, right? Since like you said, it was dark and the lights had gone out. But then, the only way the switch could've gotten like that is with…"

A screwdriver.

There it was, in Aishi-san's hand, gleaming wickedly at her in the mirror's reflection. Aishi-san. She would have been with Midori at the very same moment she had… Oh, god-!

Pippi whirled around. "Did you-?!"

Her question was never finished, but it was answered anyway when the blade rammed through her skull.


As the faculty shooed away any remaining students on school grounds, they found the corpse of Midori Gurin. The police were called at once, in spite of the late hour. They concluded that it had been an accident, the cause of death as having been electrocution. Another girl, Pippi Osu, hadn't been accounted for. Both the police and teachers searched, but failed to find her. There was nobody else on school grounds. Just the dark flume of smoke from the incinerator as it silently burned away.

Ayano had gone home, clenching the incriminating phone in her hand. No one else could be allowed to hear that conversation. She'd have to confront Ryuto tomorrow. Along with anyone else her victim might have blabbed to. In hindsight, she should have asked Pippi about that before killing her. How many people had she told? It could have been no one, it could have been everyone. The girl herself had never been much of a gossip except to her friends, but who might they have parroted it to? What if Senpai's secret became common knowledge overnight?

… What if he blamed her for it?

Please, Senpai. I didn't. Don't get angry at me. Don't end what I've finally had the chance to start building up with you.