Hello, all! This is going to be a slightly longer Author's Note than usual, but please bear with me.

I've already made this announcement on my blog, but I shall also be saying it here just in case. I don't want to get into too much detail, but I'll just tell you the basic idea of this.

I've been asked whether or not Ayano will actually succeed in making Senpai hers. I'll answer in this way.

This story will have two endings. They won't be called a Good Ending and a Bad Ending, because whichever ending is good is up to your own personal opinion.

The two endings will be called the Authority Ending and the Yandere Ending, though I cannot say anymore about it. All I can say is that it's already been planned and I'm excited to see how things will go.

Now then!

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I had never been interrogated before, but it was rather fun.

After getting rid of both Osana and Kokona, I immediately rushed to the nearest payphone and called the police. They brought me into a dark room with one table and they sat down and talked to me.

It was easy to fool them.

I cried, wailed, asked if I was going to die too, and other stupid things like that. You know, whatever the authorities would expect of an average schoolgirl.

They bought the act without a second thought and tried everything to calm me down. Eventually, while pretending to be on the edge of tears again, I told them how the murder took place. Kokona and Osana got into an argument and Kokona decided to stab Osana in the chest, and out of shock and regret, Kokona killed herself too. I was coincidently there to see the whole thing unfold.

Usually, the police would be suspicious of even the witness of the crime, but they couldn't bring themselves to place suspicion on a simple, ordinary schoolgirl such as me. In their eyes, I'm just an unlucky, normal girl that has been traumatized by the sight of a murder, nothing more.

I'm still in the interrogation room, staring up at the flickering light bulb attached to the ceiling, and I'm beginning to wonder when they'll let me leave now. It's been a couple of hours that I've been complying with them and answering their questions. I just want to go home and take a nap now, killing two girls in one day was exhausting.

Soon enough, the door to the interrogation room opens and two men walk inside. They seem to be arguing.

"Please, just let me talk to her." A brown-haired man with thick glasses says to the police officer.

"You know I can't do that. You've already got…a reputation around here. I'll get into a lot of trouble." The police officer answers back, shaking his head.

"I'm begging you, just five minutes. We've known each other so long, just help me out in this."

The police officer hesitates and looks left and right and over his shoulders before answering.

"…Five minutes, alright?"

The brown-haired man nods understandingly and fully enters the interrogation room. The police officer leaves and closes the door behind him. It's just me and this strange fellow now.

He sits at the opposite side of the table, staring directly at me, and I start observing. He's definitely not a police officer himself. He's wearing an ordinary, brown coat and navy blue jeans. I do not know who is man is or why he wants to speak to me, but I've still got some time to kill, so I don't protest.

The man glares at me as he shuffles around in his seat and he eventually starts talking.

"Do you know who I am?"

"No idea." I answer back, folding my arms and leaning back into my own chair.

"Well, you can just call me the Journalist."

"Okay, and why are you talking to me?"

"I know you. I know your kind. I know just what goes on in that messed up head of yours. I've dealt with people like you before."

His voice sounds aggressive, but I'm not intimidated by his presence nor his manner of talking.

So, he knows who I am? He knows of the things that lurk within my heart? He can see past my façade? Interesting. Very interesting.

I've never met someone that knows the real me, so this is rather exciting. I could start crying and act traumatized again to get him kicked out of here, but I won't. He has peaked my curiosity, and now I want to know what he wants.

"You've dealt with what kind of people before?" I ask, deciding to avoid admitting who I truly am. We might be being watched right at this moment.

"Serial killers. Maniacs. People with inhumane obsessions. One of them is still after me, chasing me all the way to America and back here to Japan. And I know you're one of them."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The Journalist shakes his head and chuckles dryly.

"Yes, you do, but you're being careful. You don't have to admit it, because I already know it's the truth."

"Why are you here, talking to me?"

"I want to warn you. Stop what you're doing now, do not repeat history again. I lost everything the last time this happened, but I won't allow such a monstrous thing to happen again."

"You're a rather confident person, aren't you?"

"Not confident, but experienced. I will stop you."

I cannot help it. The temptation is simply too great. I lean forward, pressing my elbows against the table between us, and I grin at him.

"I'd like to see you try."

And he grunts and gets out his chair, heads to the door, gives me one more glare, and leaves. I sigh. I truly hope he's not just a pushover, I'd like a little challenge for a change.

A few more men come in, I act exactly the way they expect, and they offer to give me a nice ride home. For a killer, I'm being treated like royalty.

I step out of the black, sleek car I had been travelling with and thank the driver. The car drives off and I stare at my house. I've only been away for a couple of hours, but it seems like forever, and I can't believe I had killed Osana and Kokona just this afternoon. It feels the same way it felt with Mei Mio's death. After killing, I remain in a dazed state for a while.

It's a strange yet extraordinary feeling. I feel so strong. Two women that threatened to take Senpai away from me are dead, the sensation is absolutely wonderful.

I walk up to the door and open it, surprised to see that it isn't locked. That's odd, I swear I locked it this morning.

I step inside and the sight I see shocks me.

A young girl with red hair and black glasses sits in the middle of the hallway, completely tied up with rope and her mouth covered by a napkin. The girl mumbles and tries to speak, but I don't understand the muffles. She tries to get the napkin off of her so she can talk, but it's been sealed on tight.

I walk inside of the house and stare at the red-haired girl. I'm both surprised and confused. This girl isn't one of my targets, so why is she in my house all tied up?

A figure steps out of the kitchen, tall and skinny. I face that direction and look at the person.

A woman with black, long hair and a gentle smile walks in front of me with an apron on. She walks over to me and kisses me casually on the cheek.

It's…Mother.

"Hello, Honey. How was school?"

Sitting down at the dining table, I quickly eat the pasta that Mother has prepared for me. I bite into it, embracing its warm and delicious taste, and consume it without pausing. If there is one thing that Mother is good at, it's cooking.

I glance over to the tied-up girl in our hallway again and point to her as Mother cleans the dishes in the sink.

"So," I speak, pasta still moving around in my mouth. "Who's that person?"

Mother scrubs down one of the plates in the sink with a soaked sponge and looks at their hostage.

"Oh, right, her. I caught the girl sneaking around our house while you were out. I tied her up to make sure she didn't do anything else."

"And why is she still here?"

"Well," Mother admits sheepishly. "Originally, I was going to call the police and let them take her away, but I remembered that you're coming home and decided to cook first. I'm done now, so I'll go get the phone."

I nod and watch as Mother leaves the room. I did not expect her to be back home so soon, but it does not change the plan that much. Mother has never pried into my affairs, she won't become a burden. I've only just noticed now, but Father doesn't seem to be back yet. I'll be sure to ask Mother later.

I get out of my chair and lick my lips, a nice dinner for a hard-worked day. I wander over to the tied-up girl and carefully take the napkin off of her mouth. She glares at me with frustration and growls.

"Your mom is crazy," She hisses to me. Her voice sounds very familiar.

This voice…it couldn't be…

"Are you Info-chan?" I ask her, blinking blankly at her.

"Yeah. Pleasure to meet you, Ayano." She grins, her thick glasses almost slipping off of her face.

"So, you were searching my house? I thought we were allies."

"We are allies." Info-chan states with a firm expression. "Curiosity just got the better of me, that's all."

"Curiousity killed the cat, surely you've heard of that saying."

"Oh please, I didn't do any damage, did I? Is this because you don't trust me? I've already helped you out so many times. Ayano, if I wanted you arrested, I could have already exposed you multiple times."

There's truth to her words. Even though I could've fought back against her, she hasn't even attempted to take me down. I don't really trust her yet, but at the same time, she hasn't given me a reason not to trust her. I glare down at her and fold my arms.

"Maybe,"

"Now, could you please untie me?"

"Why?"

"Your mom might've said that she hasn't handed me over to the police yet because she was cooking, but we both know that's a lie. She wants to question me herself. And while I don't know your mom very well, I don't want to be alone with her."

"I really don't see why I should let you go."

"You need my services, Ayano. You would have already been caught by now if it wasn't for me. Face it, you want me operated for you."

"But I also don't want you searching my home."

"I promise. I won't set another foot in this household again. Do whatever you want to me if I come here again."

I tilt my head and consider what she's saying. I do need her, she is incredibly helpful and resourceful, but I'm not sure if I can keep trusting someone I do not really know.

In the end, I don't really have a choice. She's a good pawn for now, I need to keep her. I'll just have to keep a closer eye on her from now on.

"Alright," I grumble as I kneel down towards her and slowly untie the ropes.

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me. If I ever find you betraying my trust again…" I mutter quietly into her ear.

The rope comes off and I lean in closer to her face, staring threateningly into her eyes.

"…I'll kill you like the rest."

It's Sunday, and school is open again.

I'm very thankful for that. I don't enjoy school itself at all, but it's the only time where I can freely watch Senpai and admire his perfection.

I stare at other students as I walk through the front gates. They all look nervous and do not chat as much as they usually do, but that is to be expected. Two of their fellow classmates are dead.

Still, they're not as paranoid as they should be, as the police officially named Kokona Haruka as the murderer of Osana Najimi. And now that Kokona is dead, they all believe that the danger is no longer present.

When I, the true killer, am walking casually amongst them.

Sometimes I get really curious and the temptation to just burst out and say that I'm the one behind it all is very strong, but I hold it back. I cannot let them know who I truly am, or I'll never have Senpai as my own.

My mission is practically complete now.

I mean, now with both of my rivals out of the picture, there isn't much left to get rid of anymore. Of course, I'll still be keeping a careful eye out for girls that decide to try and take Senpai away from me, but I've pretty much won already.

I'm invincible.

Seriously, killing two girls at my school and not getting caught, I'm basically untouchable. I kept Kokona in my own basement and tortured her all night, carving letters into her face and suffocating her with water, and eventually made her my slave. And Osana, I killed her without even laying a finger on her.

These two murders have been committed by me, and the police don't even have a clue.

It either shows how absurdly incompetent they are, or how skilled and determined I am.

This feeling of excitement and joy is filling me up and I embrace it. It's wonderful knowing that I've killed two girls that could have potentially taken my dear Senpai away from me. They're dead. And dead people aren't any trouble. They knew what they were getting into, trying to take Senpai for themselves. They don't love Senpai nearly as much as I do. I'll give him a wonderful life, and I'll protect him from all harm. I'm the only one he deserves.

I wander over to the locker room, ready to place my bag inside and prepare for class, but I spot Senpai walking in the same direction and stare at him from behind.

Oh, it's just great to be able to see him again after all of this time. That perfect, flawlessly-shaped face, that bright smile, his flowing black hair. Nothing in this world can possible match up to his beauty. And soon he'll be mine, all mine.

But I pause and stop admiring Senpai as a girl rushes up to him and locks her arms in his. They walk beside each other and start chatting.

The girl is shorter, has black hair too, and her voice is loud.

My hands instinctively clench into fists and I glare at the girl that's actually touching my Senpai. Who is this woman? Why is she daring to touch Senpai? Does she want to die?

Do I have to kill her too?

Because I will.

I will. I swear I will. No one will touch Senpai except for me. She has to die.

The black-haired girl turns around and looks at me, noticing how close I am, and sticks out her tongue at me.

"What are you looking at, weirdo? Are you eyeing Big Brother, you pervert?" She sniggers at me, giving me a cold look.

Senpai turns around and looks at who his little sister is talking to. He actually looks at me in the eyes and shows me his incredible smile.

"S-Sorry! My sister doesn't mean it." He mutters to me before walking off, his little sister latching onto him and not letting go.

But I remain still. My muscles don't move and I cannot breathe. I should feel happy that Senpai has actually talked to me, but I'm incapable of feeling happiness right now.

I didn't know that this would happen.

I couldn't even imagine something like this happening.

I'm prepared to kill anyone to get closer to Senpai, but killing his sister? How can I do such a thing? If I do, Senpai will be heartbroken.

My bag slips off of my shoulder and falls to the ground. I stare as Senpai and his little sister walk side by side to the classrooms and I feel my head start to twitch. It violently shakes from side-to-side, and I know now that it's not over.

I now have both the Journalist and Senpai's little sister in my way. I came so close to making Senpai mine, but now they threaten to stop me as well.

I understand now. It's not over yet. My mission to kill anyone in my way isn't over yet.

Not by a long shot.