Lovesick: Give The Heart What It Wants

by the guy in your attic

She's mentally insane, but she knows that. He knows it too. In fact, He's just as insane as her, maybe even more insane then her. He loves her. He wants her. He needs her. Unfortunately there is only one way to get her. It was dangerous. Risky, even. But he'd take those risks for her. Love knows no bounds and neither does he, especially when it comes to murder.

21. Bloodstained Hands

The time was 12:34 PM. Sunday.

"This should be the last box" Jayson Stone said to himself as he walked into the Aishi house's guest room, bringing in a large cardboard box and putting it alongside the others, most being of varying sizes, small and large, thin and wide. All of them holding his personal belongings, such as his clothing, music collection, so on and so forth. He then sighed in exhaustion as he fell onto the large bare mattress in the room, wiping away the sweat from his brow as he gazed up at the eggshell white ceiling, trying to catch his breath and recover all the energy he wasted during his long and laborious moving process.

As you could have guessed, he was moving into the Aishi house today, turning the family's guest room into his own personal room. He was actually surprised when Ryoba came to his door this morning and reminded him of the offer she had made, which he obviously had no choice but to take after last night's little… accident.

Believe him, it really was an accident. He was just so… angry about last night. Angry that he had been denied the moment he dreamed so much about. Angry that his efforts that night had been all but wasted. Angry about… everything. And his step-family's constant poking, prodding and teasing of him did not help that. Eventually, like an active volcano filled with hot magma, he erupted and took his anger out on whatever was closest to him. And that was them, Selena and Monica, dead by his hands.

In all honesty, he didn't really care. Felt no sympathy. No guilt. It was bound to happen eventually. Better sooner then later. And as a result of that, he had no choice but to flee his house and find a new place to call home, taking up residence with the Aishi family. Ryoba, Takeru and Ayano.

They had expected him, of course. Ryoba knew that he'd accept her offer eventually and took the necessary steps to prepare for Jayson's arrival, clearing out the guest room of most of it's furniture and decorations while leaving only the bare minimums, such as the bed, desk and dresser for him to use as he saw fit. However, even though the room was his to do with as he pleased, he couldn't say the same for the rest of the house, being given a list of strict rules and restrictions that would result in consequences if they were not properly followed and obeyed.

He expected as much though. Every house has rules, some more then others. While Jayson wasn't exactly overjoyed about being told what he could and couldn't do, he wasn't entirely against it either. He knew he'd have restrictions to keep him in line and remind him of his place, it was something anyone else would do. And believe it or not, the Aishi's were much more lenient then another family would be.

In fact, all Jayson was really told to do was shower regularly, do his own laundry and limit himself to only three meals a day. Basically, keep himself clean and don't scarf down all the food. Not much in the way of restrictions at all. Most of them were common sense, really. He'd end up doing those things anyways to prevent himself from being seen as a burden or nuisance.

Though he doubted that would be the case. Both Ryoba and Yan-chan were very accepting of him living among them. The father however… Takeru. He stayed silent. Didn't bother giving his two cents, or yen in this case. Jayson wondered why that was. Why was the man of the house silent when it came to the goings on of his house?

Was he disapproving? Most likely. But if he was, why no comment? Why no argument? Why no disagreement? Why just let it happen?

Maybe he didn't do so, simply because he couldn't. Maybe the man of the house, wasn't the actual power in the house. Maybe the hierarchy was dominated not by the man, but by someone else… The woman. That thought made Jayson chuckle.

Ooh! Prefer the submissive role, do you Mr. Aishi?! Do you like sitting down and letting your dominant wife take control? Hey, that's cool. Far be it from Jayson to tell you how to manage your married life. If the wife wears the pants and you're happy with that, more power to you. Besides, dominant women are sexy.

"Knock knock" Yan-chan said as she stood in the doorway, interrupting Jayson's thoughts as she gently knocked on the already open door. "You got a second to talk?" She asked, an unreadable look on her face, not conveying happiness, but not sadness or anger either. In fact, it more or less conveyed confusion. Uncertainty. Confliction. And we all know how much Jayson and Yan-chan loved confliction.

Yan-chan and Jayson were obviously still shaken up about last night, the both of them feeling a deep sense of awkwardness and nervousness when faced with one another. It got to the point where the both of them didn't really want to speak because they didn't have the words required to sort all of this out. so they just… stared at each other. But now, Yan-chan's calling for dialog. Jayson and her would have to talk, regardless of whether they knew what to say or not.

This was natural. I mean, they were literally inches away from making out last night, only for the moment to be ruined, creating this… split between them. This wall dividing them that they were both trying to break through so everything could go back to normal.

"Y-Yeah, of course. What's up?" Jayson asked as he stood up from the bed, looking Yan-chan in the eyes as he focused on her, waiting to hear whatever she had to say.

"About what happened back there. Where we… almost kissed"

"Look, We got caught up in the moment. It happens to everyone. Let's just be mature about this" Jayson said, trying his hardest to sweep this all under the rug. "It's better if we just forget about it. Drop it and move on. Okay… friend?"

"Okay… friend" Yan-chan said, a relieved smile on her face as the two simply dismissed and ignored the events of last night, the conflict in their friendship resolved as they returned to normal. "Do you need any help unpacking?" Yan-chan asked.

"No. I've got it. I just have to bring in one more thing and I'm good" Jayson said before walking out the door, exiting the room in order to retrieve the last of his possessions, leaving Yan-chan alone in the process.

She sighed as she stood in the empty room, leaning against the wall as she waited for Jayson to return. She didn't really know how to feel about letting him live here. Even though she said she wouldn't mind… that was before the two were almost about to kiss. Now… now things are different. Yes, she knew she just agreed to be mature and move past this, but it still bothered her to a noticeable extent. As much as she tried to, simply sweeping this under a rug and going problem gone! was not something she could easily do.

Though it may seem hard to believe, She didn't consider Jayson to be in the wrong for his actions. In fact, she actually thought it was her fault for all of that. She was the one who got too close, putting her hands on his, her forehead against his, moving her body closer to him, her lips mere centimeters away… It was her fault. She knew that and she was even about to say that. But… she couldn't really help it. After what Jayson had said about her last night, about how she was perfect the way she was, something sparked. Clicked. Like someone flicked a long forgotten switch inside her, causing her body to react in a new way she's never experienced before.

She was honest when she claimed that what he said was the sweetest thing she's ever heard. What he said had such a profound effect on her. Such a deep and powerful impact that she couldn't ignore.

All her life, for as long as she could remember, she always considered herself… broken. Incomplete. Flawed. Damaged.

She was born with no emotions, never properly feeling any of them throughout a large majority of her life. Instead, she just felt… empty. She felt like a husk. A shell. Eventually, when she turned into a preteen, she accepted the fact that she'd never be able to feel the same as any average or normal person. So instead of desperately trying and failing to feel emotions, she did the next best thing… Fake it.

And that's precisely what she did throughout the rest of her life… fake her emotions. Pretend to be normal and blend into society. Wear a mask of fake feelings and pretend to be someone she's not while she hides her true self, her true feelings, away where nobody can ever find them. How long had she been continuing that facade? For over eleven years now actually.

She was surprised at how easy it was, once she got the hang of it. Sure, people thought she was weird and different, but nobody really caught on to the charade, not even Senpai, who she suspected would see right through her. She even liked to think she fooled her parents in the process.

For all her life, she's pretended to be somebody else, always trying to mimic the way other people acted so she could blend in. But then Jayson came in and said that she shouldn't. He said that instead of trying to be like others, she should just be herself. Be Ayano. Be Yan-chan. The moment he said those things, Yan-chan felt… What was the word to explain it? loved.

She felt loved. She felt like this because somebody had told her that she was absolutely perfect the way she was. That nothing about her needed to change. Nothing needed to improve, because nothing about her needed improvement or change in the first place. In Jayson's eyes, she was never broken at all. To hear someone say that. To know that at least one person accepted her the way she was, knowing fully well what kind of person he was addressing, made Yan-chan feel whole for the first time in forever. Less of a husk, more of a person. Even if she was broken back then, she liked to think that she was fixed now.

And while she knows that she's still far from normal, it didn't really matter anymore. As long as someone accepts her for who she is, be they Senpai or just some random American, she can live with being a little different. How different? She didn't know. But she knew one thing… she's not broken anymore.

A small smile came onto her face as these thoughts went through her mind, a deep feeling a happiness and self acceptance filling her. She just wished that she was able to tell Jayson about what he had done to her. How she was changed for the better. Not necessarily improved, just changed. A little more self accepting. A little more confident in who she was. Who she'd always be.

These thoughts soon left her head as quickly as they came as she looked at the various cardboard boxes in the room, noticing that one of them was slightly opened, most likely due to being moved around a lot.

Curiosity soon got the better of Yan-chan as she peeked inside, noticing something odd. A strange blend of red and white fabric inside the box. She soon opened it to find something she'd never seen before. A large flag with red and white stripes, a large blue square in the upper corner, covered in exactly fifty white stars. The flag of the United States of American. The USA. Jayson's home country.

Yan-chan looked at the flag with intrigue as she held it in her hands, examining it intently. She's never actually seen one before. She's read about it once or twice, but never seen it. The significance of such a symbol were… somewhat hard for her to grasp, due to her limited understanding of American history. All she really knew was that America was the home of the free. A nation that prided itself on the ability to allow every man and woman to be their own person. A county who's very existence was the very embodiment of freedom and democracy. A nation who's real power was in its people. A nation Yan-chan would like to see for herself one day.

Jayson must have been a real patriot if he kept the flag of his country with him while living in a foreign nation. Yan-chan didn't mean that in a negative term of course, as she also considered herself a patriot to her country as well. She loved Japan! It was her home after all and America was Jayson's home, so if he wanted to own and proudly display the flag of his home, far be it from anyone to object.

"I see you found my old flag" Jayson said as he walked back into the room, carrying his flat screen television in with him before setting it down on the dresser near his bed, choosing that to be the perfect spot for it. "You don't mind if I hang that up, do you?" He asked, concerned whether Yan-chan would have any issue with him displaying the symbol of his country on the wall, not that he expected her to. He was just being careful.

"Umm… No. Not at all" She said as she handed the flag to him, watching him take it and hang it on the wall over his bed, using pushpins as a temporary way of keeping it in place for now. "It's actually really pretty" She said, commenting on it's appearance and design. Good job, Betsy Ross.

"Thanks" Jayson said with a smile as he finally began unpacking his things, Yan-chan soon offering her help to him. Even though it was rejected immediately, she didn't really take no for an answer and started opening and looking through random boxes, asking where Jayson would want the contents of said box to go, helping him whether he wanted it or not.

Eventually, he stopped protesting and accepted her assistance, the two now working together to make sure he was moved in and settled as fast as possible.

As they went through every individual box, Yan-chan would occasionally question and show interest in certain possessions he owned, such as his video game systems both old and new, various photos from his childhood up to his early teen years and his collection of books and manga that he'd read, one of them being an old beginners guide to speaking and writing Japanese.

But what Yan-chan was really interested in was his music collection. The moderate amount of CD's he owned, alongside various posters of popular American rock and alternative styled bands. The posters of his four favorite bands being autographed by the members and framed so they may be preserved.

When Yan-chan showed deep interest and began questioning his musical tastes, Jayson thought it would be much simpler for her to just listen to them for herself. He then pulled out an old CD player and hooked it up to a small speaker, taking one of his favorite albums and putting it in.

"Who needs a Saikou-pod when you've got CD's?" He asked himself as he turned the player on, the music being clearly heard from the speaker as Jayson and Yan-chan continued unpacking.

Even though it was all in English, Yan-chan was still able to hear and focus on it clearly. She could understand the language just fine, since it's considered one of the easiest to learn. Speaking it however… not as easy. For Yan-chan, it comes off as very mispronounced and difficult to understand, her heavy Asian accent being one of the main contributors to that.

Still though, that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy good music when she heard it. And Jayson really had good tastes. It was actually very different than the music Yan-chan would normally listen to. This one focusing less on the singer and more on the instruments, the guitar's cords. The drum set's beats. The bass's riffs.

It was also much slower when compared to Japan's modern rock, or any rock for that matter. Yan-chan defiantly got a very classic and oldie vibe from it as she listened, noting that some of the lyrics from certain songs held some kind of meaning behind them.

One of the more faster paced ones explained something about American idiots, people being too trusting of corporate media and government, to the point where they are no better then mindless zombies, obeying whatever the person on the television tells them to.

Another song was a little bit trickier to figure out. Something about… sweaters? And… pulling their threads? Watching as the person wearing said sweater unravels and is, in the song's own words, lying on the floor naked, coming undone. Odd. And Yan-chan felt as if she wasn't really catching onto the meaning of such lyrics, but it still sounded nice though. She actually liked most of Jayson's music. She's gotta ask if she can borrow an album or two.

After what felt like hours, the two eventually got everything unpacked and properly placed in their respective sections of the room, the many cardboard boxes now all empty, signifying that Jayson had now officially moved into the Aishi home.

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The time was 5:07 PM.

"Oh, come on! You can't be serious!" Senpai shouted angrily as he stood in the kitchen of his home, arguing with his mother as she stood with her back to him, focused on washing the dishes.

"I honestly don't understand what the big deal is" She said, failing to see the reasoning behind her son's actions. "So, she's got a boyfriend now. That's not necessarily a bad thing! I don't understand why you're so angry!"

"No. You obviously don't!" Senpai said rudely, arguing with his mother over the whole issue of Hanako having a boyfriend. "We don't know anything about this guy! We don't know where he's from! We don't know how he acts! All we know is that he's some random guy from school! He could be dangerous for Hanako! Very dangerous! And she probably doesn't even know it!"

"Oh, come on now. Your sister may be a bit childish, but she's not some irrational, lovesick little girl! You should be more trusting of her judgment"

"And she should be more trusting of mine! Besides, she's like, what? Fifteen? She's too young!"

"Really? Because I had my first boyfriend at thirteen" Senpai's mother said, comparing her past experiences to her daughter's.

"And how'd that work out for you?" Senpai asked.

"Pretty good actually. I ended up marrying the man and having his children" His mother said with a smile. "Look, don't think I don't understand what's going on, because I do" She said, finally turning to face her son.

"You understand?" He asked. "So… you know why I'm talking to you about this?"

"Of course" His mother said in an understanding tone, a light smile on her face "You're afraid that your sister is going to leave you!"

"What?! No I'm not!" Senpai shouted, causing a small frown to come to his mother's face.

"You don't have to deny it, Taro. It's okay to feel these things. You're afraid that she's growing up too quickly and that one day, she'll leave and you'll never see her again" His mother assumed. "I know it's hard. But that's all a part of growing up. Besides, it will never come to that! Your sister will always be here for you!"

"That's not what I'm talking about!" Senpai said, trying to sway the conversation back onto it's proper topic. "Listen. Really listen to me. Something's been going on at aka-demi. Something really bad and I'm worried that this boy might possibly be involved in it"

"What are you talking about? If there's something going on at your school, tell me!" His mother said, her tone filled with concern for her child's academic life.

Senpai sighed before taking a deep breath, ready and willing to tell his mother what was happening. "In my school, there's a mur-"

"I'm home!" Hanako shouted loudly as she walked through the front door, announcing her return. She then smiled as she walked into the kitchen, saying hello to her mother and brother as she looked for a snack.

"And where were you this whole time?" Senpai asked her as she fumbled through the pantry.

"Hanging out. Funsai took me to that new arcade they built downtown. We had so much fun!"

"You went downtown by yourself!?" He asked, surprised that his sister would go so far on her own. "Why didn't you let me or mom know?!"

"Calm down! You go downtown by yourself all the time! And it's not like I was in a different city! It was just a small walk away, right mom?"

"Well… it would have been considerate if you had let us know where you were. I was actually starting to get concerned" Their mother said, a somewhat disapproving look on her face.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to make you worry" Her daughter apologized, causing her mother to sigh.

"As long as your okay, that's all that matters" She said. "Now, about your little boyfriend. Your brother here isn't very happy about that"

"Oh god! Are you still angry about that?!" Hanako asked, frustration obvious in her tone. "Look, I'm sorry if I disrespected you or if you thought I went against your back! But whatever you do, leave Funsai out of this! You barely know him!"

"Exactly! I barely know him! You can't just date some random guy I don't know!"

"And why not?! Because then you won't be able to keep me on a leash like the control freak you are!" She shouted loudly, her anger fully revealed to her brother and mother.

"Control freak!?" Senpai asked, taking offense to being labeled as such. "I am not a control freak!"

"You so are, you big liar! Ever since I got transferred to aka-demi, you've been on my back twenty four seven! No matter where I go, you're right next to me! Watching everything I do! I can't even breath without you knowing! I love you and everything, but come on! Let me have some space!"

"That's completely different! I'm watching you because I'm protecting you!"

"Oh yeah?! From what!? Protecting me from what?!"

"ENOUGH!" Their mother shouted, breaking up their argument. "If you two have nothing better to do then yell and fight, maybe you should both be separated! Rooms! Now!" She ordered.

"But mom!" They both whined.

"Go! And don't come out until I say so!" She commanded, exerting her authority as their parent as her finger pointed to the stairs, watching them walk to their separate rooms.

"Thanks a lot. You got me in trouble" Hanako said quietly, a glare on her face as the two walked into their separate rooms, shutting their doors so they may be left in peace.

Senpai sighed as he sat on the chair in his room, leaning on the desk with his elbows while holding his head in his hands.

Control freak? Is that really what she saw him as now? Did she really think he wanted nothing more then to keep her on a leash and dictate her every action? Where would she get such an accusation? And how could she link it to Senpai? Doesn't she know that he's only concerned for her safety? Any loving big brother would do the same thing, right?

Actually, now that he thought about it, he could understand why she'd see him like that. He'll admit, he has been a little… clingy as of late. Following her wherever she went and demanding she stay within his radius. But it was just to protect her, of course! Why could she not see that?! He only did this because he loves her and only wants to make sure she's safe!

Maybe if the situation at school was a little less dangerous, he would have backed off after the first couple of days. But it was obvious that this was not the case. If anything, Senpai felt as if the danger was growing. It's the silence in it all. The speculation as you just… stand there, helplessly pondering when and where the next murder will take place. Or more importantly, who the next murder will be.

Senpai sighed again as he shook his head, ridding his mind of these fear mongering thoughts. Instead, he thought of something else. Something much more personal.

What happened last night with Jayson and Ayano. Senpai couldn't really stop thinking about that. He was ashamed of what he did, cruelly ripping Ayano away from Jayson as they were about to kiss, ruining their moment and possibly creating a deep feeling of awkwardness between them.

He wasn't afraid to admit that what he did was wrong. But what he was afraid to admit, was why he did it. It just felt as if it'd make no sense if he told anyone.

When he walked onto that boardwalk and saw them there, their shadows cast by the light of the moon above as their lips grew closer with every second… something in Senpai snapped. He couldn't explain or define it, but he felt something inside him click. Something within his just turned on. The little voice inside his head shouting loudly, commanding Senpai to stop them as fast as possible. And Senpai was quick to obey that command, not bothering to think about the consequences of such a selfish action.

Yes. Selfish. Senpai held it in long enough. He's ready to admit it now. He wanted Ayano. He wanted her all to himself with nobody around to take her from him.

It took awhile to realize that. To learn that deep down, he had these odd feelings for her. Originally he saw her as only a friend, but after learning about her, spending time with her and familiarizing himself with her personality, he began seeing her as more then just that as his mind teased the possibility of what it would be like to be in a relationship with her. Then the hormones began acting up, causing Senpai to have… stray thoughts about her every now and then. Even… explicit dreams once in a blue moon. But he won't go into any details on that, due to being uncomfortable with such a subject.

But going back on topic now, he wanted Ayano. He began feeling a desire for her. How strong of a desire that was, he didn't know yet. But even as his male instincts began influencing the way he felt around her, he still had his doubts about her every once and awhile.

He had doubts on a lot of things about her, actually. The first of them being that he didn't really know much about her outside of school. He didn't know of any of her hobbies, her interests, what she liked and disliked. Hell, he barely knew where she lived! This lack of information left him unable to confirm if he and her would really be compatible with each other. Sure, you can make a strong friendship with anyone without knowing a single thing about them, but starting a romance? That requires a lot of knowledge of the person in question, knowledge Senpai currently lacked.

The second reason for his doubts being that she was an underclassman. A kohai. And in aka-demi, the upperclassmen didn't really associate themselves with the underclassmen, treating it as a sort of social status. A certain class of citizenship if you will, with upperclassmen typically looking down on the lesser students. Due to this odd and somewhat mean spirited divide between the student body, being in a relationship with someone who was not an equal was… frowned upon, turning it into a taboo.

Now Senpai wasn't going to become a reject and a mockery if he pursued a relationship with Ayano, but he'd defiantly be the topic of many gossipers, word of his new romance taking the school by storm. This was seen as a negative to him, mainly because he didn't want his personal love life to be given that much exposure, to be known by complete strangers who only heard repeated whispers of it from the infamous gossipers corner of the girls bathroom. He'd also get the occasional odd glance from one or two of his fellow upperclassmen, disapproving of anyone being in a relationship with those who were perceived to be below them.

The third doubt about Ayano was… not necessarily a doubt, per say. It was more of an odd suspicion, if you could call it that. He got the feeling that there was… more to Ayano then what met the eye. Like there was something he just couldn't understand about her. Something he couldn't really put his finger on. Something odd. Whatever that something was, Senpai knew it had to be important. He felt that if he learned exactly what it was, his entire view on Ayano as a person would change drastically. But he just couldn't seem to figure it out.

It was probably nothing.

As Senpai began thinking more and more about his situation, he looked out his window to notice the sky begin to darken as the sun slowly descended. It got that late already? Amazing how much time can pass when you're that lost in deep thought.

He soon sighed as he opened one of the drawers in his desk, pulling out his homework alone with his pencil and eraser, deciding that now would be a good time to get his schoolwork done with and out of the way.

As he began his homework, the lead in his pencil being transferred and written onto the pages, one particular thought of one particular person suddenly entered his mind… Jayson Stone.

He knew that Jayson had a thing for Ayano, holding her in a high regard when compared to the other school girls, practically putting her on a pedestal. It made Senpai ask, did Jayson have feelings for Ayano as well? And for how long? Was he only recently feeling these like Senpai? Or were these feelings longstanding? Did he have a real, true crush on Ayano?

If so, then that made Senpai feel double the amount of shame for his actions and his newfound feelings. If Jayson's feelings for Ayano were truly longstanding and he's got his heart set on being in a relationship for her, then he'd be crushed if Senpai just took her from him.

Sure, Jayson and him have their differences, not always agreeing or getting along, but Senpai still considered him a close friend. He wouldn't want Jayson to feel the pain of having someone you love taken away from you, watching them be with someone else while you stay on the sidelines.

Senpai didn't think he could deal with knowing that if he pursued a relationship with Ayano, He'd put Jayson through that. It was one of the things that stayed his hand… mostly. Last night's endeavors notwithstanding.

"Taro! Dinner's ready!" Senpai heard his mother call, interrupting his train of thought.

"Coming!" He called back, putting his pencil down as he stood up from his chair, leaving his room to eat the dinner his mother cooked for the family.

As he made his way down the hallway and to the stairs, the door to the bathroom seemed to spring open randomly, hands coming out and grabbing Senpai by the neck, one pulling him into the bathroom, the other covering his mouth so he wouldn't scream.

"Shh, Senpai. It's okay. Everything's alright" The voice of a woman whispered in his ear as he struggled, trying his hardest to break free. But this girl, whoever she was, had a tough and tight grip, obviously not letting go anytime soon. "Just relax" She said as she pulled out a syringe and quickly injected it into Senpai's neck, the contents of said syringe entering his bloodstream. Some kind of anesthesia, causing Senpai to feel… woozy as the girl let him go, the muscles in his body relaxed and numb, unable to allow him move as he fell to the floor.

The room… going black. Can't… feel…. anything.

"Sleep…" The girl whispered as she knelt down, giggling sinisterly as she watched Senpai fall unconscious.

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The time was 12:43 AM. Monday.

Jayson Stone yawned as he awoke from his rather peaceful nap on the couch in the living room of the Aishi home, the bright light from the television shining in his face as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room.

He must have knocked out while he and Yan-chan were watching one of those old kaiju monster movies after finally finishing his unpacking, officially moving into the Aishi house. First day living with them, and he's already passed out on the couch. Hope that doesn't become a running theme.

Today was actually a very exhausting day for him, what with all the packing, unpacking and organizing, along with the placing and moving of his possessions. Not to mention all the heavy furniture that he and Yan-chan had to rearrange and move throughout the room. It was fair to say that by the end of the day, the two of them were beyond exhausted.

Jayson was still slightly concerned about most of the arrangements he had made with the Aishi family though. He wasn't exactly fond of the idea of relying on others for shelter, not wanting to make himself seem incapable of caring for himself. Still though, he suspected his stay here to be temporary at best. Once the school year's out, Jayson will probably work on getting his own home.

He wouldn't have to worry about getting a job or saving up money. The partnership between Info-chan and Jayson was a fifty-fifty split, half of the weekly profits going directly to him. You'd be surprised at how much people are willing to pay to keep their personal secrets safe. There was also the whole selling pictures of girls in their underwear thing. That made a decent profit on its own. So by the end of the long school year, it would be fair to say that he'd have more then enough money to care for a house of his own. Maybe he'd even be able to get Yan-chan to move in with him. That'd be nice. Him and her in a little house of their own.

He sighed as he tried to sit up from his laying position on the couch, only to find out that Yan-chan was sleeping on top of him, preventing him from getting up without disturbing her, her hands wrapped around his torso as she rested her head in his chest, looking completely comfortable and at peace as her head rose and fell as Jayson's chest expanded and contracted with his breathing.

"Comfy for you?" Jayson asked in a whisper as a small smile grew on his face, the sleeping yandere unable to respond. She must have knocked out around the same time as him. He just laid there and left her be, enjoying the sight and feeling of her resting against him. She's comfy. Why bother her? That, and she'd probably die of embarrassment when she learns that she's been snuggling him in her sleep.

"We sure have come a long way, haven't we?" He thought to himself, the confines of his mind being much more safer for him to express himself instead of using his voice.

These two really have come a long way. Going from two people who didn't even know the other existed, to being the closest of friends in less then a year. Impressive when you think about how long it takes for others to reach this level of closeness, especially when the other side is of the opposite sex and comes from a nation who's culture is drastically different from yours.

When they first met, Yan-chan used to hate Jayson, seeing him as nothing more then an annoyance and an obstacle. Now? It was fair to assume that he was like a brother to her! Even more so now that he lives with her! But that wasn't exactly a good thing. Being her brother was not the end goal. In fact, Jayson considered that to be the point of no return, being too close on a personal level and not close enough on a physical level.

Regardless, he doubted he'd get that far. And that was a good thing. Remember, he wanted a lover. Not a sister.

"Alright. Come on, beautiful. Bedtime" He said as he sat up from the couch, picking Yan-chan up and holding her in his arms as he carried her up the stairs and into her room, laying her down on her bed before covering her with the blanket. He then wished her a goodnight and exited, walking into his room.

He yawned in fatigue as he entered, sitting down on his desk chair and turning on the table lamp, allowing a small amount of light to illuminate the dark room, the only things on his desk being his laptop, a few pages of homework, a few books and two framed pictures.

One of those pictures was the one from that arcade, back when he and Yan-chan won that dance competition. Good times.

The other one was from the time he and his mother went to the beach for her birthday. Simpler times. Back when they used to be happy, long before his mother was made aware that she'd eventually die of breast cancer, leaving her only son in the care of two very horrible people.

A small glare came to Jayson as he held the picture frame in his hands, reminiscing of times he was too young to properly remember. Better days.

Jayson believed Ryoba when she said he needed to let his mother go. Though he liked to believe that he already did, that belief was wrong. Yes, he was still sad and angry that she was gone, even if he's spent the last four years without her. He still felt as if she was unjustifiably ripped away from him, leaving him all alone in a world he wasn't prepared to face on his own back then.

But it was obvious that things are different now. He wasn't a little boy who still needed his mommy anymore. He was stronger then that now. He still loved her to death, it was his mother after all. But he just didn't need her or the memory of her to keep him going from now on.

Still though, there was something about mom that always bothered him, even when he was younger. Some odd little thing that he kept in the back of his mind that he didn't really understand back then. His minor case of schizophrenia.

He liked to think that he wasn't as bad as your average schizo. For as long as he could remember, he's never had a hallucination. He's never heard voices in his head. He's never went full on crazy into extremely violent fits... on accident. Sure, he's had weird dreams and night terrors every once and awhile, as you've seen. But never has he experienced an actual hallucination while still being awake.

In fact, when his mother took him to be examined by many different doctors and psychologists, they said it had to be one of the tamest cases of the mental condition any of them had ever seen, claiming that it probably wasn't schizophrenia at all. Or if it was, he'd grow out of it when he got older.

Only mom wasn't convinced by their professional opinions. If anything, she seemed to double down on the idea that Jayson was suffering from his mental condition. So she did what any respectful parent did, research. She pulled out various books on mental conditions and how to treat and deal with them, encouraging her child to study along with her.

Okay, parents being overly concerned for the heath of their children? That's average. Nothing weird there. And Jayson would agree with that. There was nothing weird about his mother researching schizophrenia. No, the weird part was that the books she used for research were already in her possession before Jayson was even diagnosed with the condition. It wasn't the first time she's researched such a thing. In fact, the books barely described anything when it came to treating children. They were mostly geared towards treating adults.

Now came the big part. Jayson still had one of those old books, which he'd read from occasionally. You wanna know what he found to be the most intriguing? Schizophrenia doesn't come out of nowhere. It's not something developed from a birth condition and it doesn't randomly apply to people. It's genetic, meaning that it had to run in Jayson's genes. His DNA. Inherited from a family member. Which family member? His mother. The schizophrenia came from her.

You remember when Jayson's step-mother said he was fucked in the head? Crazy? Just like his mother?

It made sense now that Jayson looked back on all of it, especially with the way his mother used to act. She was a very sensitive and emotional woman, almost to an abnormal degree. A woman that was easily manipulated into divorcing her husband and shacking up with her divorce attorney of all people. Even if she had a minor case herself, it was still there. She knew that. And by giving birth, her genes were used in the creation of Jayson, passing her condition to him.

Jayson didn't think any less of his mother once he learned that she was the cause. It was likely that she didn't know about the genetics thing until she was already pregnant with him. And even once she knew that he suffered from her condition, she did try her hardest to make it better for him, along with her constant showering of love and affection for her son.

Normally, he wouldn't care. But then he remembered the time he got dragged into the suicide forest, when he saw his mother again and nearly killed himself without knowing. It wasn't really his mother or her spirit though. It was just a figment of his imagination. An illusion. A hallucination. The first hallucination ever since his birth.

This raised concerns. Big concerns. Was his schizophrenia getting worse? Stronger? Taking a deeper hold over his mind? Would more hallucinations come in the future? Was he going to start hearing voices in his head!? More importantly, if he started a family, would the condition pass down to his children? And even then, would it be like what he and his mother experienced? Minor cases? Or something much more dangerous? And what about Yan-chan? If she becomes his wife and eventually the mother of his children, would she be prepared to deal with their mental conditions? could she handle it?

His train of thought was stopped when he heard something, the faint sound of the floorboard creeping as a foot walked over it. Hard to make out among other noises, but very easy when in a silent room. Jayson would have suspected it to be either Yan-chan or her family members moving about the hallway, except the sound didn't come from the hallway. It came from the window. Jayson's window. An intruder.

Jayson glared hard as he placed the picture back on the desk, pretending to be unaware of the presence of the invader. Now that he noticed it, he could hear the subtle sound of the shifting wood as the intruder's feet walked over the floor. They're directly behind Jayson.

He grunted loudly as he rammed his elbow into the intruder's face, feeling it impacting with their cheekbone as he heard them yelp in pain. A female yelp. The intruder was a woman!

He then grabbed the intruder and rammed her against the wall, his hand clutching the back of her head tightly as she tried to break free.

"So, you like to sneak up on people, huh?! Hard to sneak up on somebody when they're beating your fucking head in!" He cursed as he pulled the intruder's head back before ramming it into the wall over and over again, hearing her shout, gasp and yelp in reaction to the pain as her head was forced into multiple collisions with the wall.

"LET GO OF ME!" She shouted as she rammed her elbow into Jayson head, doing the same as he did to her, causing him to release her as he stumbled back. She then pulled out a syringe from her pocket and quickly punctured Jayson's neck, the contents inside being injected into his blood stream.

However, he didn't go down immediately. It'd take more then a little bit anesthesia to knock him out and… wait. This isn't anesthesia… It's animal tranquilizer!

"Aww. What's wrong? need an extra dose!?" The intruder shouted loudly as she injected Jayson with the animal tranquilizer again, allowing even more of it to enter his bloodstream as his muscles went numb, rendering him unable to move properly as he fell to the ground, his legs failing to support his weight, his vision going blurry before the tranquilizer rendered him completely unconscious.

He soon awoke only to be met with pure darkness. A pitch black room with little to no light as the sounds of raindrops falling onto the glass windows around him could be heard from the heavy downpour outside.

He tried to stand up from whatever he was sitting on, only to find that his wrists had been tied to the back of a chair! Preventing him from standing up as he felt the thick ropes dig into his bound wrists in response to his struggles. Not a very tight knot though, certainly not as tight as something Yan-chan or Ryoba could tie. Whoever his captor was, they must have been very inexperienced or downright idiotic, even more so when you consider the fact that Jayson's feet were left completely alone! They aren't tied to anything! Yet the chair was obviously tied to some kind of weight or something, preventing Jayson from moving it.

"Hello?! Is anyone here?!" He called out, hoping that he'd get some response from anyone, even if it was his captor. He noticed that his voice left an echo, indicating that the room he was in was fairly large, larger then the average Japanese home, that's for sure. A big room. Spacious with lots of windows. Where the hell was he?

He initially thought he was in some sort of industrial building or warehouse of some sort. But then he remembered that buraza was a rural Japanese village, holding no factories or warehouses at all. Was he in a different part of Japan? Not likely. If his captor was so incompetent when it came to restraining him, he doubted that they'd know better then to stay in the general area.

"Jayson?! Is that you?!" A voice called out behind him, making Jayson groan in disgust as he recognized it, looking over his shoulder to see Senpai doing the same, tied to his own chair as he and Jayson sat back to back.

"Out of all the people to be tied up with, I get you. Lovely" Jayson said sarcastically, showing his displeasure with Senpai's company as he rolled his eyes in annoyance, bringing his head back to it's original position so he wouldn't have to look at the worm.

"I um… guess you're still mad about last night?" Senpai asked, continuing to look over his shoulder at Jayson, only to find that he refused to look Senpai in the eyes.

"Go fuck yourself, Taro" Jayson said rudely, his tone dripping with venom as he hid his sharp glare from Senpai.

"I guess I deserve that" Senpai said, hanging his head down in shame. "Look, about what happened at the amusement park, I'm sorry. I just got so… angry for some reason! I don't know what came over me. What I did was immature and selfish. Can you forgive me?" He asked, only to receive no response. Jayson just stood there, biting his tongue. "I guess I'll take your silence as a ye-"

"No" Jayson said, anger clearly conveyed in his voice as he denied and rejected Senpai's plea for forgiveness.

"Okay, whatever! That's not the point! What is the point is that we need to get out of here!"

"Gee. No shit, professor" Jayson said sarcastically, rolling his eyes once more as he felt Senpai struggle and squirm in his chair.

"Who… Who do you think did this to us?! What do they want?! What's gonna happen to us?!" Senpai asked in panic as he desperately tried to free himself.

"I dunno. The possibilities are endless, actually. We could be held for ransom! Whisked away from our homes and never seen by our loved ones again! Kept in someone's basement like human pets! Or brutally murdered and have our bodies hidden for years until our decayed remains are eventually found by random strangers!"

"Jayson! Don't say stuff like that! You're gonna freak me out!" Senpai said as he pictured those potential situations in his mind, a small feeling of fear growing within him as he did so. "Wh-What if the person who's doing this is actually the murderer!? Maybe… Maybe we are gonna die" Senpai said in terror, petrified at the idea of losing his life before he even got a chance to truly live it. Before he had the chance to experience life as an adult. Get his own house. Find love. Marry. Have children. "I don't wanna die…" He said, his breathing frantic and riddled with terror.

"Oh my god. Calm down, you spineless worm! We're not gonna die!" Jayson said, annoyed by Senpai's pathetic fear mongering. "Look, I know you're scared. But sitting around and crying like a little kid who just lost their mommy is not going to get us out of here!"

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but he's right" A female voice said as the lights in the room turned on suddenly, causing Jayson and Senpai to squint as their eyes adjusted to the brightness of the now illuminated room. As their eyes fully adjusted, both Jayson and Senpai were able to make out that they were in aka-demi academy! The school! More specifically, class 2-1! Jayson's homeroom.

He glared as he looked towards the teacher's desk, Seeing not one, but two young girls dressed in the official school uniform, sitting together on the teacher's desk with their legs crossed. One of them had neon pink hair and the other had neon blue, both of them wearing their hair in ponytails, similar to the way Yan-chan wears her hair.

"Huh. Two. Wasn't expecting that" Jayson said as he looked at the girls.

"Who the hell are you?!" Senpai asked as he looked at the girls from over his shoulder.

"Oh. Right. Apologies. We haven't introduced ourselves yet" The girl with neon blue hair said. "I'm Rumi" She introduced.

"And I'm Kumi!" The neon pink haired girl introduced.

"And it's an honor to finally meet you both, Jayson and Senpai" The two said at the same time, smiling as the both of them looked down at their captives, a sinister look in their eyes, sending shivers down Senpai's spine and suspicion up Jayson's.

"Do I know you? How do you know our names?" He asked, glaring hard at Rumi as she looked down at him.

"We've been watching you. The both of you, for a very long time. And after the events that took place at that amusement park last night, me and my sister thought it was the perfect time to reveal ourselves to both of you" She explained.

"So I've got a pair of stalkers, huh?" Jayson asked, a suggestive look on his face when he learned that he had attracted the attention of two sexy twin sisters. "Sorry ladies, But if it's a rough night of fun you're after, I'm gonna have to ask you to look somewhere else. I'm taken" He said, causing the twins to break out into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"Us?! With you?! Get real! We would never waste our valued time on someone as pathetic and worthless as you!" The pink haired girl, Kumi said, insulting Jayson as the two continued to laugh. "Besides, boys are icky and gross!" She added.

"I'm afraid my sister is right" Rumi said. "You see, we aren't exactly sexually attracted to men. We prefer intimacy among those of our own gender"

"So wait.. You're gay?" Senpai asked in a shocked tone, as if this was the first time he'd ever heard of someone being attracted to their own sex. "That's disgusting!" He said, showing his distaste for those types of people. Though he wouldn't exactly label himself as homophobic, he wasn't exactly tolerant either.

"That's hot" Jayson said with a sly grin on his face, expressing that he accepted those with different preferences when it came to sexual partners, though he expressed it in a more… perverted way, rather then compassionate. Hey, it's not Jayson's business to tell people who they can and can't fuck around with on the bed. In all actuality, he couldn't care less. "Okay, You're both lesbians and you've probably got a thing for incest as well. While I find that very sexy and it's defiantly turning me on, I know that's not why we're here. So what do you want?" He asked.

"Right. Getting back to that, me and my sister have noticed that the both of you seem to have a… rivalry of a sort" Rumi explained. "You two aren't exactly on friendly terms anymore, getting into fights, competitions and disagreements. All over one person, Ayano Aishi"

"Wait. What does any of this have to do with Ayano-chan?!" Senpai asked.

"I was getting to that. Interrupt me again, Taro. And I'll have you gagged!" Rumi threatened, her voice lowering in pitch till it resembled an intimidating growl, giving Senpai incentive to keep his mouth shut. "Anyways, we noticed that last night, both of you had done things that impacted Ayano very deeply. Taro, you abandoned her when she asked you for a ride in the tunnel of love. By doing that, you showed a complete disregard for her feelings. You almost made her cry" Rumi said with a vicious glare, showing deep anger towards Senpai for such a heartless act.

"I… I didn't know she'd take it that seriously" Senpai said, presenting a weak defense for his actions. "I didn't… really hurt her that bad, did I?" He asked.

"She took it pretty hard" Jayson said, his words not helping Senpai's argument at all. "I never saw her so shaken up. You really hurt her"

"Yes. He did. But what you did was even worst, Jayson!" Rumi accused.

"Oh fuck you! I made her happy! I practically saved that night!" Jayson shouted, enraged by such a baseless and false accusation. "If it wasn't for me, she would have broken down and cried her eyes out until the sun rose! I stopped that! I helped her! And why? Because I care about her! I care about her more then the worm behind me ever will!"

"Bullshit!" Kumi shouted, seeming just as angry as Jayson. "Don't you dare lie to us for a fucking second! You don't love her! You just want her for her body! You only want to pin her to the wall and fuck her brain out! Then toss her in the garbage can so you can go after another one! You don't love her for who she really is!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, her false accusations and vivid assumptions angering Jayson.

"Ha! I doubt you even know who she really is!" He shouted back, assuming that these two failed to understand Yan-chan's true nature.

"Enough!" Rumi shouted, silencing both her twin sister and Jayson. "Kumi, sweetheart. I thought you and I agreed that we'd try to talk to Jayson and Senpai to try and work things out. But you yelling and shouting is not helping that. We're trying to be diplomats, not warmongers" She said, trying her best to calm her sister.

"I… I'm sorry, sister. It was wrong to shout. I just get… so angry! It's not fair! What he does to her is not fair!"

"I know, sweetie. I know. But that's why we're here, remember? We're trying to make it fair. Not just for me and you, but for everyone, including… them" Rumi said, looking at Jayson and Senpai with a glare sharp enough to cut through diamonds. She then sighed as she refocused on her sister, walking up to her and pulling her into a loving hug before placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "You know what will make you feel better?" She asked.

"No. What?" Kumi asked back.

"Go bring her out. She'll make you feel better" Rumi said vaguely as she released her sister. "Be careful though. Try not to get her angry" She warned.

"O-Okay! I'll be right back!" Kumi said, suddenly ecstatic about the idea of retrieving… something. She smiled in what looked to be pure joy as she swiftly ran out the room and into the hallway, her destination unknown to both Jayson and Senpai.

"Sorry about that" Rumi said apologizing for her sister's outburst. "She's a very passionate soul. Very sensitive. Very outgoing. You understand, of course"

"Where as you're more stoic and contained?" Jayson assumed, the small smile from Rumi's lips indicating that his assumption was correct.

"While it's true that I am not as emotional as my sister, I am nonetheless passionate. Yes, I contain myself. But on the rare occasions when I let myself out, I let myself out" She said, a slight purr in her voice when she neared the end of her sentence.

"Sexy" Jayson said. "Now, if you just wanna talk, how about untying me?" he asked.

"No can do, I'm afraid. Those ropes are a safety precaution. Put there to keep me and my sister as safe from you as possible. I'm not an idiot, Jayson. Letting you go is like letting a vicious dog walk around without a leash! You'll just attack anything that gets too close. So consider the ropes your leash, dog! Be a good boy though, and I may not hold your leash with such a tight grip"

"You call this tight? I can get out of it easily" Jayson boasted.

"Is that so? Then do it right now. Break out of these ropes and attack me!" Rumi commanded, being met with nothing more then Jayson's cold glare. Ha! A bluff! As if she expected anything else from Ayano Aishi's trained attack dog! "Just as I thought. Turns out you're not such a big dog after all. I'd say you're more of a tiny puppy! A tiny little puppy with a bark that's too big for your own good!" She said as she laughed in Jayson's face, causing him to grow even more angered.

Sure, you wanna go for the diplomatic process, yet you'll insult those you wish to have a discussion with? See how far that gets you, bitch!

She eventually calmed down from her little fit of laughter. "Anyways, I think it's time we got back on topic. My sister accused you of only wanting Ayano for her body, saying that you'd throw her away once you got what you wanted. Since she's my sister, I'm inclined to believe her unless you can present a good counterargument" Rumi said. "Now, I want you to tell me, have you ever had any… fantasies about Ayano? Have you ever imagined doing things to her?"

"Don't you think that's a little personal?" Jayson asked, not wanting to share such things.

"Talk!" Rumi shouted angrily as she pulled out a knife, threatening to stab Jayson should he refuse to expound. "You're not in a position to stay silent, dog! So speak!"

"Alright! Alright…" Jayson said, agreeing reluctantly.

"Good. See how easy it is when you do as you're told? Good dogs get good treats. Your treat is not getting a gash in the chest!" She said as she put down the knife. "So, go on. Tell me about your most favorite fantasy. Go into as much detail as you like. Talk about how badly you've wanted to force yourself over her and make her take whatever you can give! Explain to me the many ways you'd pleasure her for hours upon hours without stopping! Spare no details!"

"This is gonna be disgusting…" Senpai said as he braced for the worst.

"Hmph. Knowing you, you'd probably get turned on if I started talking about that" Jayson said to Rumi. "Yeah, I've had a few wild fantasies and crazy dreams about her once and awhile. I'm a man. It happens. But none of those are my favorite. In fact, my favorite isn't even about sex at all"

"Oh, thank god" Senpai said in relief.

"My favorite fantasy about her starts out like this" Jayson started, explaining one of the most personal things his mind could ever have imagined. "It all starts with me and her, sitting on a couch watching a bunch of movies, popcorn and snacks everywhere as we just sit there. Sit there and watch movie after movie all night, the early hours of the morning beginning to come around. Eventually, she gets tired and starts resting against me, her head on my shoulder as I put my arm around her, pulling her just a little closer. She starts falling asleep, but before she knocks out, she turns to me and says I love you. I say I love her too and we share a tiny kiss, not even longer than a second. She then knocks out, falling asleep on me. Then I stand up and carry her into the room… our room. I lay her down on her side of the bed and snuggle up with her. Then the two of us just… sleep the whole day though. And that's it. That's where it ends"

"Wow…" Senpai said, practically moved by what Jayson just explained. He's never heard anything so intimate. Not intimate in the way of physical contact. Real, true intimacy. Just wanting to be near her. Her very presence more then enough to make Jayson happy and content."Jayson, I'm really sorry. I'm sorry for what I did. I never knew she meant that much to you. If I did, I would have never ripped her away from you like that. If you really do feel this way about her, If you really do love her… She's yours"

"Thanks, Senpai" Jayson said, sighing as he recovered from his deeply emotional confession.

"How dare you!" Rumi said, anger and hatred burning within her. "She's yours?! Who the hell do you think you are!? How dare you objectify her like that! She's nobody's! And even if she was, she'd be mine! Not yours!" She shouted.

"Here she is!" Kumi said with a gleeful smile as she brought in an office chair from the teacher's lounge, rolling it in with the wheels on it's feet.

"Ayano!" Jayson said in shock as he saw her tied to the office chair with the same thick rope used to tie Jayson and Senpai, only there was much more of it, fully binding her arms and legs to the office chair as she struggled and squirmed, the ropes digging into her flesh as she tried to break free. She was still wearing her mint green nightgown. She was also unable to speak, the only sounds escaping her mouth being nothing more then inaudible groans and gasps due to her being gagged with… The fuck?! Is that one of their panties!? They put their underwear in her mouth!? Gross. Jayson hoped for her sake that it wasn't… used.

"What?! Ayano-chan is here?!" Senpai asked, looking over his shoulder to see her. "Why is she here too?! What do you want with her?!"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" Rumi asked, surprised to see that the two boys hadn't caught on yet. "We want her love!" She exclaimed, causing Jayson and Senpai too look at the twins in shock.

"What?!" They both asked, surprised to hear such a thing.

"MMM?!" Yan-chan grunted, her words inaudible due to the makeshift gag made from Rumi and Kumi's panties, covering her mouth and preventing her from properly speaking. Everyone could tell however, that she was not happy to hear that as she began struggling and squirming harder then ever before, trying so hard to free herself so she may unleash her wrath upon the foolish twins who were stupid enough to evoke it.

"I know it may be surprising to hear this, but we've had our eyes on gorgeous little Ayano long before either of you. We saw her first!" Rumi shouted. "But then you two had to come along, taking her away from us! Denying us our chance to feel real, true love!"

"True love, huh? I doubt that" Jayson said, a glare on his face. "If you really felt true love for Yan-chan, you wouldn't have put your underwear in her mouth!" He shouted.

"Oh, relax. They're clean!" Rumi said as she looked down at Ayano, smiling at the beautiful sight of her, bound and gagged, helpless before them.

"Right… about that" Kumi said, her tone filled with embarrassment as a slight blush of nervousness crossed her face.

"You did use the clean ones for the gag, right?" Rumi asked.

"Well, they were clean… a few minutes ago"

"Kumi!"

"I'm sorry! But I was just so excited… and she looks so cute when she's all tied up! I couldn't help myself!"

"You didn't!" Rumi said in shock.

"S-Sorry…" Kumi said, her face turning incredibly red as she felt a deep feeling of embarrassment, looking over at Yan-chan to see her shivering in disgust upon learning about the whereabouts of the panties before they were forced into her mouth, Jayson and Senpai being quick to show disgust. "Maybe we should… take off the gag?" Kumi suggested, watching as her sister nodded in agreement and moved behind the chair Yan-chan was tied to, untying the panties and removing them from Yan-chan's mouth.

"EWW! DISGUSTING!" She shouted immediately as the panty gag was removed, pure disgust in her voice as she spat on the floor multiple times. "I'm gonna have to have my mouth disinfected! Brush my teeth for over a month straight!"

"I'm so sorry about that, beloved!" Rumi said, getting down on her knees in front of Yan-chan and begging for forgiveness. "We… never meant to cause you any discomfort! We just… we thought you'd like this! But… you don't like this?"

"Are you crazy!?" Yan-chan shouted. "Of course I don't like it! How about I put my soiled underwear in your mouth and see how you like it!"

"Oh. That'd be wonderful, beloved!" Rumi said, a look of complete happiness on her face at the very thought of such a thing. "I'd love to be able to have the privilege of experiencing such a heaven!"

"Okay, I enjoy soiled panties as much as the next guy, but there's a line between that being sexy and being just… downright disturbing" Jayson said, creeped out over all of this. Sure, he'd do anything for Yan-chan. Whatever she wanted. But eating her soiled underwear? Sorry, beautiful, but there are some lines that Jayson just doesn't cross, no matter who it is that asks him too.

"What my sister means to say is that we love you! We love you with every bone in our bodies and we'd do anything to make you happy!" Kumi said, trying her hardest to shed some light into the situation as her sister just… stared, Her eyes gazing at Yan-chan's face as if she was hypnotically compelled to it, just staring and staring with that… unsettling smile.

"So let me get this straight. You two are in love with me?!" Yan-chan asked, her voice practically overflowing with anger and offense.

"Yes! Yes, of course we love you! We've been watching you ever since our first day at school! The moment we saw you, we knew we had to make you ours!" Kumi explained. "We were going to confess our feelings for you sooner, but then… They took you away from us!"

"They?! Jayson and Senpai?! They're my friends!"

"Don't be fooled, beloved!" Rumi shouted, her hands quickly grabbing Yan-chan by the arms. "They are not your friends! They are lying to you! They only want to hurt you! Break your heart into a million pieces and laugh at you as desperately try to put it back together! They don't care about you. Not like we care"

"That's a load of bullshit!"

"Shut it, America! Go back to eating your body weight in burgers and hot dogs!" Kumi shouted loudly, spouting a typical American stereotype, angered by Jayson for interrupting Rumi. "Don't listen to them, gorgeous. They don't really love you! They just love your body! And I'm sorry to say this, but that's how every man sees you. Men don't love women for their personality or their brains. They just want to fuck them like dirty animals! We should know! We've lived through that kind of mistreatment!" Kumi said, claiming to be the survivor of an abusive relationship, turning away all men entirely and going gay as a result.

"Oh boo hoo! You had a couple of bad experiences with some assholes! You and every other person on the planet! What do you want? A medal?!" Jayson shouted angrily, trying his hardest to prevent these two from filling Yan-chan's head with lies.

"Jayson! Don't antagonize them! You may make them angry!" Senpai warned.

"What we're trying to say, beloved, is that we love you more then they ever would!" Rumi said as she held Yan-chan gently by the chin, feeling her soft skin as Rumi's fingers began gliding over Yan-chan's jawline. "We only want what's best for you. So believe us when we say that we are what's best for you! Not them. They'll only hurt you. Make you cry. But us? We'll treasure you. Make you smile" She claimed.

"Yeah!" Kumi said, taking her sister's side as the both of them smiled down at Yan-chan. "When we saw that nasty boy try to violate you with his dirty mouth, we knew we had to reveal ourselves and save you from him… from both of them! We're sorry for being so abrupt and to the point, but it's for your own good, gorgeous. We love you! And we only want to protect you!"

"So what do you say? Will you give us a chance? Will you become ours?" They both asked, kneeling down before her and looking up, into her eyes with looks of pure love and devotion.

"No" Yan-chan said, her voice in a deep and angered growl, downright insulted by the idea of having these two as her lovers.

"Wh-What?!" Rumi asked, Her world cracking and falling apart before her like a mirror being hit with a hammer.

"But… why?" Kumi asked, feeling her heart shatter into thousands of pieces. "We… we thought you loved us. We love you, so why don't you feel the same?" She asked, breathing frantically as her voice stuttered.

"I couldn't care less about either of you! let alone your feelings for me! You both are barely relevant to me. Not worth my time. I could go about the rest of my life perfectly fine without knowing you exist! Get out of my life… NOW!" She shouted cruelly, breaking the hearts of the twin sisters.

"Ouch" Jayson said, almost feeling bad for the poor girls. He wouldn't want someone saying that to him.

"I know, right? That was awful. I never knew she could be so mean" Senpai said, surprised to see such a side of Yan-chan that he personally thought she never had. It was like she was a completely different person.

"Fine…" Rumi said, hanging her head down low as tears began falling from her eyes, her heart broken by Yan-chan's cruel and heartless words. "If you won't love us… THEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO LOVE ANYONE ELSE" She yelled loudly as she drew a knife, the sharp edge being only a few centimeters away from Yan-chan's neck, her breath caught in her throat as she looked down at the knife.

"Whoa. Don't you think that's going a bit overboard?!" Kumi asked, just as heartbroken as her sister, yet oddly more rational in this situation. "I mean, you can't force someone to love you, right?! And even if you could, isn't there a better way to go about it then threatening to cut open her throat?"

"You know what, sister. You're absolutely right. We shouldn't threaten to take her life if she doesn't love us" Rumi said, realizing her foolishness as she moved the knife away for Yan-chan's neck. "We can't take her life. But we can take her friends lives!"

"What?!" Senpai shouted fearfully, a huge feeling of terror overcoming him as his mind processed the idea of dying by the hands of a crazy yandere lesbian.

"Hmph… now I know how it feels to be on the receiving end" Jayson said to himself, always wondering how his and Yan-chan's victims felt when their lives were threatened. Guess he knew now. Probably wouldn't change the way he dealt with them though. It just sated his curiosity. "Let's all just take a second to calm down. I thought you wanted to have a nice and civilized discussion. You know, be diplomats! Not warmongers!" He said, watching Rumi as she held the knife in her hand, gripping the hilt tightly.

"Not anymore! The time for diplomacy is over! Which means your lives are over! But don't worry! After we kill you, We'll properly and respectfully dispose of your bodies and anonymously notify your families of your passing" Rumi explained as she pointed the tip of her knife at Jayson, indicating that he would die first. "As for Ayano, well… She can always change her mind about how she feels, right? We have no doubt that she'll come around to the idea of being in a relationship with us… after we subject her to years of psychological torture!"

"Psychological what?!" Yan-chan shouted, not liking the idea of having her mind undergo something so cruel and horrible. Then again, she was a psychological torturer herself. No doubt that karma, being the bitch that it was, must have thought Yan-chan was due for a taste of her own medicine. So yeah, shoe's on the other foot now, isn't it?

"Well, how can I argue with that?" Jayson said, an oddly placed smile on his face as he looked into the eyes of his would-be killer, uncharacteristically cheery. Very out of character, given the circumstances, which led Yan-chan to believe that this was intentional on Jayson's part. He had a plan. "But before you kill me, I have a dying wish. A last request. It'd be a big thing to me if you'd honor it. I'd die happily then" He said, a suspicious look on Rumi and Kumi's faces as they heard that.

"Is that so?" Rumi asked curiously. "Well, I am nothing without my honor. Very well, American. You may have your dying wish. What is it?"

"While I'd be more then happy to leave Yan-chan in your capable hands, a small part of me doesn't think you're devoted enough to her. You could easily prove that wrong with a simple… demonstration" He said, winking at her as a mischievous grin came onto his face.

"Really? What kind of demonstration?"

"Don't listen to him! He probably wants you to suck him off or something!" Kumi shouted, warning her sister. "This is a trick! It's got to be a trick!"

"Regardless of whether it is or not, I already said I'd honor his last request. I gave him my word, and you know I am nothing without my word" Rumi replied, silencing her sister. "Now then, what sort of demonstration would you like?" She asked Jayson, raising an eyebrow in interest.

"I dunno. Maybe a little kiss?" He suggested.

"See?! It's a trick! I knew it was! He'll probably bite your tongue off or suck the air out of your lungs! He's dangerous like that!"

"Kumi! Shut up!" Rumi shouted, angered at her sister's interruptions. "Fine. I'll give you a kiss. And why stop at a little one? let's make it a nice… long, wet one" She said, licking her lips hungrily as she let out a soft moan.

"You can't be serious" Senpai said as he shook his head in disapproval. He can't believe his final hours are going to be spent watching Jayson make out with a lesbian. And over something as important as a last request? Senpai knew Jayson was hungry for some lip action, but this was just crazy!

"You do so much as put your filthy lips on him, and I will have them charred and sown shut!" Yan-chan yelled at the top of her lungs, anger and disgust clear on her face.

"Oh, but beloved, who said I was going to put my lips on him?" Rumi said as she looked towards Yan-chan with that same hungry and lustful look on her face. "After all, he didn't specify who was going to receive the kiss. All he said was that he wanted one"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, but I would, beloved. I so would. Besides, my heart needs to heal and recover from the brutal beating you gave it!"

"Aww! No fair! How come you get to kiss her! I wanna have a steamy hot make out session too!" Kumi whined.

"Of course, dear sister. We'll both show her how much we love her" Rumi said as her sister stood at her side, the two looking down at Yan-chan with pure lust in their eyes, licking their lips before getting down on their knees, reaching her height as she remained tied to the chair."Remember, you can kiss whichever part of her body you want. But not the lips. Save those for a much more special occasion"

"Kiss anywhere I want?" Kumi asked.

"Anywhere. Except the lips" Rumi said as the two leaned in close to Yan-chan, bringing their lips onto her flesh, moaning softly as they gently kissed her skin, their lips working their way from her forearms to her shoulders, going so far as her collarbone and the base of her neck as the two reveled in the pleasure of feeling her soft skin on their lips. She's so cold… but so delicious. Her skin tasted sweeter then honey! The two twins could do this for hours and never get tired of it! They just wished Yan-chan didn't struggle so much, squirming even harder than before in her chair, trying her hardest to deny the twins from tasting her flesh.

"Beloved, please! Don't resist us! Don't fight the pleasure we're giving you! Just relax and let go as we show our love!" Rumi said, encouraging Yan-chan to submit to them as they continued kissing up and down her upper body.

"Yeah, Rumi's right. We just want to show you how much we love you. And it's not like you aren't enjoying this. We see you biting down your lip hard as you try to resist us! Don't fight it though. Why would you want to fight something that feels so good?" Kumi asked, giggling as she began teasing Yan-chan, continued assaulting her skin with her lips, her hand moving towards the small of Yan-chan's back to gently caress it, trying to amplify the feelings of pleasure Yan-chan desperately tried to suppress.

"Hot" Jayson said as he watched the entire thing. While he felt bad for putting Yan-chan through such an experience, he couldn't lie that it was a very entertaining show.

"So this is your last request? To get a hard on from watching these two practically rape Ayano-chan?!" Senpai questioned, the two whispering to each other in order to be unheard by the twins, who were probably having too much fun to hear them.

"It was never a last request. It was a distraction" Jayson said, a grin on his face as he revealed his plan. "Okay, while their busy, Let's get these ropes off. There's a knife in my back pocket. See if you can get to it and cut us out"

"Okay. Give me a second" Senpai said as he moved his hand, trying as hard as possible to dig into Jayson's pocket and retrieve the knife. Why he'd carry such a weapon on him at all times was beyond Senpai, but given the fact that having that weapon in their possession would be a great help to them, he wasn't objecting to Jayson's ownership of it. "Got it!" He said as he felt his hand grip the hilt of Jayson's butterfly knife, pulling it out and cutting through the ropes that held them captive.

"Freedom at last" Jayson said as both he and Senpai stood up, freed from their bonds. Jayson then took his knife back from Senpai. Now it was time to free Yan-chan and deal with her… admirers. "Hey, ladies!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, alerting Rumi and Kumi as they tore themselves away from Yan-chan, gasping in shock as they noticed that their captives were free, looking at Jayson with a small hint of fear.

"How the hell did you break loose?!" Rumi asked before noticing the knife in his hand, a glare coming to her face as she saw him grip the hilt of the knife, showing that he was more then willing to use it. "Kumi! I thought I told you to search them for weapons!" She shouted to her sister, scolding her for her lack of care when she initially tied the two up.

"Hey! Don't pin this on me! It's your fault! You only told me to handle Senpai while you went after Jayson! You should have searched him! Not me!" Kumi shouted, not taking kindly to being wrongfully scorned. "Maybe now's a good time to go back to being diplomatic, though" She suggested, the two of them taking a step back as Jayson stared them down, both of them knowing fully well what he was capable of.

"Good idea" Rumi agreed as she held her knife, gripping it just as intensely as Jayson did with his own. Even though she had the means to defend herself, she knew that fighting someone like Jayson head on was downright suicide, especially considering that she didn't have any syringes filled with animal tranquilizer to save her this time. "Hehe… Friend, why don't we both put down the knives and talk like rational adults? It's been long night, of course. It doesn't have to end in violence. We can just talk all of this out, right?"

"Wrong" Jayson said, a sinister chuckle escaping him as a grin formed on his face. "THE TIME FOR DIPLOMACY IS OVER!"

"Jayson! Don't!" Senpai shouted as he watched Jayson charge at the two sisters, Kumi's fear immediately overcoming her as she stood there, her body paralyzed as Rumi tried desperately to fight Jayson off, charging at him with her knife in hand, ready to stab him with all her strength!

As she began to take the stab, Jayson grabbed her by the wrist with his free hand, Twisting Rumi's wrist so hard that the faint sound of the bone cracking could be heard as she screamed in pain, her knife dropping onto the floor as Jayson heartlessly stabbed her in the neck, his knife penetrating her windpipe as the blood began leaking in, destroying her ability to breath as she quickly choked to death.

Jayson then tossed her lifeless body onto the floor like a worthless sack of meat, The blood leaking out of the corpse's neck and staining the floor.

Senpai was… speechless. Words couldn't describe the horror he just saw. Jayson just… killed her. Murdered her in cold blood and tossed the body onto the floor like it was nothing! Like it was just dead weight that Jayson would dump off in a heartbeat. He didn't even appear to be shaken up about it! He didn't care that he just ended someone's life! It was like this was a daily occurrence or something! Just part of a routine!

Senpai never thought someone like him could be callable of doing something so awful. He knew Jayson had a bit of a thing for violence, but this… this was on a whole different level. To take someone's life away from them with nothing more then a single stab and then have the corpse tossed aside like it was insignificant… Senpai looked away in disgust, not wanting to see the body. Oddly, Yan-chan wasn't reacting at all. She just watched the corpse lay there, not voicing her opinion on whether Jayson was right or wrong for his actions. Even more so, Senpai got the feeling that he wouldn't like hearing her thoughts on it.

"Ru-Rumi? RUMI!? ARE YOU OKAY?!" Kumi shouted, practically terrified as she looked at the corpse, seeing it just… lay there, lifeless. The eyes still wide open, unblinking as the blood formed into a puddle, covering the floor beneath the corpse. "She… She's gone" Kumi stated in a heartbroken tone, feeling her world practically cave in on itself as she dropped to the floor, kneeling over her sisters corpse as she began crying, tears falling rapidly from her eyes as she sobbed loudly, voicing the pain she felt inside her very soul that came from the loss of her dear sister. Her lifelong companion. Her twin. Her other half. The person who's always been there for her throughout her entire life, gone! Ripped away from her by… Him!

"YOU FILTHY MURDERER!" Kumi shouted at the top of her lungs, her sadness quickly turning to rage and anger as she looked up at the bastard who took her sister away, seeing the smug You-can't-touch-me look on his face! Thinking he's unkillable. "I'LL… I'LL RIP YOUR HEART OUT!" She screamed in pure anger and hatred as she charged at Jayson with lightning speed, running too fast for him to properly react as she swucker punched him in the eye and threw herself onto him, her weight causing his body to lose balance and fall to the ground as she stood over him, grabbing him by his hair and slamming his head into the tiled floors of the classroom, the death of her beloved sister giving her nearly god-like strength as Jayson tried to push her off of him.

Kumi then firmly grasped the hand that held Jayson's butterfly knife, using her teeth to bite down hard on his wrist, hearing his shout of pain as his grip loosened, allowing Kumi to rip the knife out of his hands and stab him in the chest multiple times with it. She did more then just stab however/he was moving the knife around the inside of his flesh! Twisting it and turning it as he voiced his pain loudly, Kumi carving his chest like it was a thanksgiving turkey, his blood now staining the floor.

Kumi's actions made it clear. This was not going to be a quick death. It was to be long and painful in order for Jayson to be truly punished for his actions. Oddly, the only thought in his mind, other then the unbearable pain of having multiple large gashes carved into his chest, was how unnatural and weird it felt to know that this pain was coming from his own knife! His personal weapon that he's had since his preteen years.

"STOP!" Yan-chan shouted as she struggled for freedom so she may help her dear friend, realizing that this was one fight Jayson couldn't win. "SENPAI! DO SOMETHING!" She begged, the look in her eyes filled with pure fear at the thought of losing her best friend.

"GET OFF HIM!" Senpai shouted as he grabbed Rumi's knife from it's place on the floor and did the unthinkable. He grabbed Kumi by the shoulder and rammed the blade into the back of her neck, hearing the loud gasp of pain as she felt the knife penetrate and cut through her windpipe, killing her in the same manner as her sister, her blood gushing out of the wound as Senpai let go of the body, watching it fall onto it's side, Jayson Stone sighing in relief as the pain finally stopped, his knife still in his chest.

"Oh, thank god" He said before grabbing his knife and quickly pulling it out of his chest, grunting in pain as it was removed. He then stood up, initially struggling to get on his feet, but still none the worst for wear. Wish he could say the same about his chest though, feeling the aching pain as the blood still tried to leak out, his hands covering the gashes to prevent him from bleeding out. "Man, you saved my ass, Senpai. I owe you one"

"I… I can't believe I did that" He said as he struggled to come to terms with his actions. "I killed someone… I actually killed someone! I'm a murderer!" He shouted as he began panicking, looking down at his hands, the blood on them not being his own.

"Yep, congratulations!" Jayson said with a smile, not helping the situation. "Okay, for real, you're not a murderer. You did what you had to do. Sometimes the right decision doesn't have a good outcome, but it's for the best and that's what matters! Good job, you stone cold killer!"

"Jayson! You're not helping!" Yan-chan shouted, feeling as if his humor was not needed in this situation. "And can one of you please cut me out!?" She asked as Jayson walked up to her, cutting away the ropes that kept her bound to the chair.

"Wha-What do we do with the bodies?" Senpai asked, his voice stuttering and frantic.

"I dunno, man. It's your kill. Your decision" Jayson dismissed, being very casual about all of this.

"We should… We should give them a proper burial. It's the least we could do to make up for what we've done"

"Seriously? Alright then. Bury them behind the groundskeepers shed at the back of the school. Nobody ever goes there, not even the gardening club after the greenhouse got built"

"You're not gonna help?" Senpai asked.

"What? Me? No. I'm not. I've got multiple gashes and lacerations to bandage and clean before I bleed out or get infected! So no. I'm not gonna help. Sorry, but it's your kill. Your mess. Get cleaning and make sure not to leave any evidence" Jayson said as he began walking out of the classroom, moving at a pace slower then normal as he held his hands against his wounds to prevent them from excessively bleeding.

"Don't worry, Senpai. I'll help you" Yan-chan offered as Jayson walked out, offering her assistance in the disposing of the bodies, only to be denied by Senpai.

Jayson sighed as he walked into the hall, making his way to the nurses office and raiding the cabinets until he found a first aid kit, the contents inside containing all he'd need to bandage and sterilize his severe wounds.

With first aid kit in hand, He began walking outside through the back entrance, going past the track field as he made his way to the boys locker room.

Once inside, he sat down on one of the benches and began removing his clothing, stripping down completely before getting into one of the showers to wash the blood off his body. Once that was done, he then used the first aid kit to bandage and clean his wounds, insuring no more bleeding and little to no risk of infection. He then opened his locker and changed into his gym uniform, his normal clothing unsuitable for him to wear, due to the bloodstains. Instead, he packed it all in a forgotten gym bag left behind by one of the other students.

Now with his wounds all patched up and his clothing changed, Jayson Stone exited the boys locker room and made his way to the back of the school, approaching the old groundskeepers shed as he heard the sound of a shovel being dug into the earth, Senpai beginning to make the hole the bodies would go in, Yan-chan watching as he did so, the bodies right next to the two of them. The rainstorm had recently stopped, the ground now all wet and muddy, making the task of digging a hole big enough to hide bodies much easier for Senpai.

Jayson just walked up and leaned against the shed as he watched Senpai dig the hole, not bothering to say anything or contribute to the conversation. Still though, he had to admit to himself that he was at the very least, slightly impressed with Senpai's actions tonight. He didn't think the guy had it in him. Guess Jayson was wrong. Maybe, with a little training and some common sense, Senpai would make a pretty good killer.

"You know, Senpai, it'd be much easier if we just tossed the bodies in the incinerator" Yan-chan said, offering her advice on how to best handle the disposing of the bodies. It was advice Senpai would have been wise to follow. But then again, this was Senpai we were talking about. Wisdom isn't exactly his strong suit.

"What do you mean? Like, cremate them or something?" Senpai asked, wiping away the small drops of sweat from his brow as he dug the hole deeper.

"Well… not exactly cremation" Yan-chan said. "We don't really need to worry about what happens to the ashes. It's actually better if we just drop them in the incinerator, flick the on switch and pretend they never existed!" She said cheerfully, causing a disturbed look to appear on Senpai's face.

"We are not doing that" he said firmly, not liking the idea of just forgetting about the twins.

"It'd be much easier and nobody will be able to find out"

"I said no, Ayano!" He shouted, causing Yan-chan to take a step back in reaction to hearing him suddenly raise his voice. He then sighed deeply. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. I just… I've got a lot on my mind now"

"Ah, It's that heroic BSOD slowly settling in, isn't it?" Jayson asked, his tone being calm, cool, collected. "Next thing you know, he's gonna start having night terrors, flashbacks and traumatic episodes before breaking down and staring at a wall for hours"

"Would it kill you to be just a little sympathetic? I just killed someone for god's sake! It's not like I took candy away from a little kid. I took someone's life! And you making fun of me for it doesn't help me come to terms!" Senpai said with a glare.

"You know what else doesn't help? Shouting I just killed someone at the top of your lungs. You wanna get caught and tried for murder?" Jayson asked, matching Senpai's glare with one of his own. Though Senpai stayed silent. "No? Good. Now shut up and dig the hole, life taker!" Jayson taunted.

"You're one to talk, you know? You took Rumi's life! You're just as responsible for this as I am! If not even more so! You started it! I killed Kumi, but you murdered Rumi!" Senpai shouted.

"Now you're saying there's a difference? Trying to justify your crime? Don't bother. Murder is murder. There's no justification for it Besides, we did what we had to do and that's that. Now move on"

"What Jayson means to say is, you both had no choice!" Yan-chan said.

"No choice? No, I had a choice! I didn't have to kill her! I could have just pushed her off!"

"And then what?" Jayson asked, slightly annoyed at the worm's weak justifications. "What would you have done after you pushed her off? Just let her go to live her life thinking she wouldn't try to get revenge? Sorry, it doesn't work like that. Killing both of them was the right decision"

"Whatever… The grave's done" Senpai said, dismissing all of what Jayson said as the two moved the bodies into the hole before filling it back up with dirt, burying the bodies so they may never be found.

"Done" Jayson said.

"Done" Yan-chan repeated. "let's get out of here"

"Wait! Shouldn't we, like, say some words on their behalf?" Senpai suggested, Jayson groaning in annoyance at such a pathetic request.

"Fine" He said. "They're dead. That's good. Amen" He said quickly, being brief and abrupt.

"Amen to that!" Yan-chan said with a smile.

"C'mon, guys! Be serious" Senpai urged, causing Jayson to sigh again.

"Alright" He said as he took a deep breath. "They were two insane psycho bitches who were so wrapped up in their own little fantasy world, that they couldn't handle reality when it was thrown right in their faces. They'd rather lie to themselves and pretend all was fine. And that was their downfall. They will not be mourned. They will not be missed. They will not be remembered. And why? Because reality and the world it lives in, our world ignores people who ignore it. Nobody will suffer from their loss. I know I wont. We're done now. I'm going home" Jayson said as he tried to walk away.

"Hey!" Senpai shouted as he grabbed Jayson by the shoulder, stopping him from moving. "That was rude" He said.

"Really? Well, what else would I have said? Would you have preferred it if I lied?" Jayson asked. "Look, what's done is done. And there is nothing you or I can do to change or make up for that. The sooner you put this behind you, the better. Forget all about what happened tonight, okay? Don't tell anyone. Because if you do, I'll make sure everyone you tell knows that you had just as much to do with it as I did. We'll both be in the same boat" He threatened, a vicious glare in his eyes.

"Fine. Whatever. I swear I won't tell anyone. Now can we please go home?" Senpai asked after swearing to keep tonight's events a secret he'd take to the grave.

"Yeah" Jayson said. "Come on, beautiful! we're leaving" He called out to Yan-chan, who had been spending the whole time standing over the grave, looking down on the plot of dirt the bodies were buried under.

"Coming!" She said as all three of them walked off school grounds together, making their way home.

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The time was 3:02 AM.

Megami Saikou sighed as she stood in her father's office, sitting down at his desk as she waited for a certain someone to arrive. It had taken awhile, but she felt as if she had finally come to terms with herself, no longer shaken up about being forced to kill Kigyo for her father's approval. She had gotten over it and moved on, now focused on other, more important things instead of the events of that night.

Though, it wasn't exactly easy to let go of the fact that she had murdered a man simply because he did not meet her father's high expectations. She also still felt a small bit of guilt gnaw at her from within her chest whenever she remembered committing the crime. But for the most part, it was buried in the past, where Megami hoped it would stay.

That was thanks to her father, making her attend bi-daily sessions with one of the best psychiatrists money could buy! One who was known for their skill in examination and treatment of the human mind worldwide!

Though, Megami didn't necessarily like the idea of having someone poke around in her head to see what they could find. She acknowledged that the good doctor's sessions had definably helped her cope and move on. And the one father had hired seemed to be a nice and friendly enough sort, but Megami still didn't like the process. Sitting on a sofa while you reveal your feelings to a total stranger. No thanks. Even if said secrets were kept confidential between the doctor and patient, she still didn't like the process.

Still though, it was nice to know that Megami's father was trying to help her, in his own way. The pay someone to do my job for me kind of way.

The relationship between her and her father didn't exactly improve as a result of what she had done though. If anything, it encouraged Megami to keep her distance from him, a small amount of fear building inside her as she began treating him as if he was a completely different person, a person she should avoid. A danger.

And she already thought she had a distant relationship with her father, but now? Now it felt as if any bridge that was built between the two was practically falling apart. But was this done out of hatred or malice towards her parent? Absolutely not! She loved him and he loved her. The bond between a father and his daughter is practically unbreakable! Even if the two's bond does tend to be very distant.

But… Megami wondered if she'd ever accept this other side of him. This darker side. This more vicious and cutthroat side that she never knew existed before. Maybe… maybe not. More importantly, She wondered if she'd ever unintentionally pick up his hidden cutthroat philosophy. Though she'd try her hardest not to, her father's actions already planted a tiny seed in her mind that basically said it's okay to kill those who fail you. She'd still try as hard as possible to prevent herself from becoming like that.

But not now. She has much more important things to consider right now. And like it or not, she felt that if things didn't go according to plan, she may have to kill again, taking away another person's life. Only difference this time is that she won't feel any remorse for her next victim. She'll deserve to die.

"You're still awake? Does your father know you're in here?" An old man asked as he opened the door to the office, coming into the light to reveal himself to be confined to a motorized wheelchair, and a very hi-tech and top of the line one at that. The Saikou family emblem on his kimono robe as he saw Megami sitting at her father's desk.

"Oh, hello grandfather" She greeted, bowing her head slightly to show respect, as she was expected to do, especially where her grandfather was concerned, being especially careful not to dishonor or shame him.

He was the founder of Saikou corp, creating the company long before Megami's father was even born. Back then, Saikou corp was completely different then what it is now. The company used to focus solely on the stock market back then, as her grandfather originally intended.

That was until he got up in the years and eventually had to pass along the torch to someone else, his son. Once Megami's father had been given full reign of the company, ensuring that his own father would have no power to meddle in his plans, he immediately began reforming and remaking the company, turning it into the massive giant it is today, Saikou corp now owning and assimilating many of the lesser known companies that were responsible for making nearly every single product ever made and sold in Japan, an almost one hundred percent guarantee that if it came from there, the Saikou brand was on it.

Though making such a dramatic change had clearly proven to be beneficial to the Saikou family, turning them into trillionares and nationwide icons! Her father being given the official title of most successful man on the planet! Grandfather was not happy with this change, thinking that his son had led the company into something he considered below his standards. He would have preferred it if the company had stuck to where it was, investing purely in the stock market.

Though Megami didn't exactly share her grandfathers opinions, thinking that the company was just fine where it was now, she did understand why he was so angered by such a dramatic change.

He founded the company. Got the family off their feet and laid the foundation, so to have his own son say screw that! I'm gonna do my own thing! Was understandably very angering to him. Though Megami did see his anger as petty, simply because he failed to see the effects of all the hard work it took to reform and solidify the company.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping, Megami? Or were you too busy fantasizing about the day you finally get to take your father's place?" Her grandfather asked, a stern look and unreadable look on his face, making it difficult for Megami to determine the mood he was in. however, knowing her grandfather, he was probably very irritable. Megami guessed that just came with old age.

"I wasn't fantasizing, grandfather. I'm just waiting for an… appointment" She answered.

Her grandfather chuckled at that. "An appointment?" He asked as he moved his wheelchair closer to the desk. "For what exactly?"

"You know what" Megami responded, not wishing to discuss it aloud. "About… wiping away that great dishonor we felt all those years ago" She said vaguely.

"Ah. Our revenge against the Aishi's!" Her grandfather said, not bothering to be subtle in the discussion of revenge. "About time someone decided to deal with that family of barbaric degenerates" He said as he moved away from the desk, going towards the window at the back of the office in order to look down at the illuminated city of Tokyo.

It was Megami's grandfather who originally desired revenge against the Aishi family, and after hearing of the great tragedy and dishonor the Saikou family suffered under the Aishi's cruelty, she couldn't agree more. That family needed to pay for what they did to the Saikou clan! No matter how long ago that was!

"I'm proud to know that you show initiative when dealing with such an important task, Megami. Unlike that pathetic waste of flesh you call a father" Her grandfather said, scorning the name of his son. "It's old news! He said! Water under the bridge! Let bygones be bygones! It's not worth my time! Pathetic fool! Goddamned idiot! Just like his mother! The fool wouldn't know the first thing about honor if it hit him in the head. But you, girl? You're different. Your brain actually works!"

"Um… Thank you?" Megami said, confused over whether that was a complement. It probably was. "Regardless. I feel like we may need father's help in order to exact our revenge. He is the one with the money and power" She stated.

"I doubt he'll go along with the idea. But if you convince him, then I'll be impressed"

"Ms. Saikou, your… guest is here" The secretary said over the small intercom on the desk.

"Thank you. Send her in" Megami ordered as the doors to her father's office were open, two armed Saikou guards entering as they dragged a girl with golden blond hair and an X shaped scar on her face, yelling loudly and trying desperately to escape the guards clutches as they dragged her in, one of them keeping his gun pointed at her.

"Let me go!" She shouted angrily. "Get your hand off me before I fucking break them!" She threatened.

"Shut up, kid! The boss lady wants to have a word with you!" One of the guards shouted as he threw the girl into the office, the sudden movement and little time to regain her balance causing her to fall onto the floor while the guards kept their guns pointed at her.

"Thank you, boys. You can wait in the hall while we talk. I'll call you if I need help" Megami said, asking her guards to leave so she may begin discussing things with her guest.

"Are you sure about that, Ma'am? The kid's pretty strong. We don't think it's a good idea to leave you alone with her"

"Yeah, fuck you too!" The girl shouted, picking herself up from the floor.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine" Megami assured before motioning for her guards to leave, allowing her and her guest a moment of privacy "I apologize for the escort, but I suspected a formal invitation would be turned down and ignored. But regardless, you're here now. I must say, It's a pleasure to meet you, Shidesu-san" She said, giving a name to the girl who she had called for.

"Just call me Osoro" The girl said as she looked at Megami, a hard glare on her face.

This was Osoro Shidesu. A very violent and angry girl who was often seen as the biggest bully on school grounds, many students keeping their distance from her whenever she saw them, out of fear of becoming the next victim of her abuse.

Someone like this is obviously not going to be very popular, garnering a rather low and unsavory reputation among the student body. A reputation low enough to allow her to be accepted into aka-demi's little gang of delinquents, eventually becoming their leader, feared by both them and the rest of the school for her brutality and cruelty.

She may not have been as cruel as some other people Megami knew, but she'd be confident in saying that with Osoro's unique… resources, she'd be the perfect fit for a particular job Megami had in mind.

"Well, Osoro-chan…"

"Just Osoro. Save that chan and kun shit for someone who cares" Osoro said, expressing her disliking of formalities as she crossed her arms in annoyance, allowing Megami to see the muscles she had, as well as a few bruises, marks and scars, indicating that this was a girl who had seen her fair share of battle and was more then ready to see some more, always ready for a fight with anyone foolish enough to challenge her, A warrior such as her being the exact person Megami needed. "Now why don't you tell me what the fuck you want"

"Language please" Megami said, offended by someone with such a colorful vocabulary. "You kiss your mother with that mouth? Would you like some soup so you can wash it out?"

"How about I make you kiss the goddamned floor if you don't tell me why the fuck you sent armed commandos into my house at three in the morning!" Osoro yelled loudly, a deep anger filling her as Megami tried her patience.

"Okay! Okay! Calm down, I was making a joke. I didn't mean to strike a nerve" Megami said, not wanting to provoke her guest further. "You know who I am, right?" She asked.

"Yeah. But do I have a reason to care? You're Megami Saikou. Richest little bitch in all of Japan who'll never have to work a day in her life because her daddy's got more then enough money to keep her happy" Osoro said, her glare only growing more sharper, indicating a small hint of jealousy of Megami's fortune. Good. She's greedy.

"You're half right" Megami said with a smile. "As for why you're here, I want to make you an offer"

"An offer? What could a pathetic, useless little girl like you possibly have to offer me?" Osoro asked, slightly intrigued.

"A job. I've heard that you're a girl who gets things done, especially when it comes to violence. I need someone with your unique skills" Megami explained.

"Really? Well that depends" Osoro said. "What's in it for me?" She asked.

"This" Megami said as she pulled out a large suitcase, opening it to reveal a large amount of money hidden inside, Osoro's jaw hanging in shock as she saw what looked to be an amount equal thousands of dollars, and all of it hers. "Ooh! You like that?" Megami said, teasing Osoro as she slowly brought the case closer before cruelty slamming it shut, denying Osoro the money. "Ah ah ah! You do my job, you get the entire case. All of the money inside, yours to spend as you wish"

"You're gonna give me all that?" Osoro asked, liking the idea of receiving such an amount. "Alright. I'll bite. What's the job?" She inquired as Megami pulled out her cell phone, going through her camera app before pulling up a picture of two aka-demi students. A girl with raven black hair done in a ponytail and a boy in a crimson red sweater walking at her side.

Osoro's never seen the girl before. But the boy? She knew him.

"This girl, her name is Ayano Aishi. That boy at her side? Her trained attack dog, Jays-"

"Jayson Stone. American prick" Osoro said, interrupting Megami as she glared at the photo, paying particular attention to Jayson Stone.

"You know him? I'm not surprised. He gets around. One of the only Americans in our school. Your delinquents know him very well, considering that he turned them into scared little children crying for their mommies"

"You shut the hell up about my gang! If I was there, things would have gone differently! We'd turn him into the scared little child crying for his mommy!" Osoro shouted, taking great offense to Megami's insult of her delinquents.

"He doesn't have a mommy. Not anymore" Megami stated. Osoro finding it odd that she'd point out such a small detail. "The job isn't about him, though I suspect he may get in your way. It's about the girl. Ayano Aishi. You see, she's becoming a real thorn in my side. I'd feel so much better if she was… dealt with"

"Stop right there!" Osoro said, silencing Megami. "If you're asking me to kill someone just because you don't like them, you can keep your damn money. I won't kill somebody for some spoiled rich brat, no matter how much you offer me!" She stated, having a certain code of conduct that she wouldn't dare break. Murder was not something she wanted on her head.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly force you to do something so horrible! What I actually want is for you to make her life a little more… difficult. You know, beat her to a pulp. Break a few bones. Cripple her and permanently confine her to a wheelchair for the rest of her life. Stuff like that!" Megami said, indicating the desire to see Ayano Aishi in pain. "Do that and the job is done. You'll be paid in full"

"And all I have to do is beat her to near death?" Osoro asked, raising her fist. "Alright. I can do that. Consider it done by tomorrow afternoon"

"Perfect" Megami smiled. "You may need a way to draw her out though. She tend to hide herself to avoid danger. She has a crush on an upperclassman. His name is Taro Yamada. Use him to draw her out"

"Child's play" Osoro said, confident in her ability to make this little bitch scream in pain. Then she gets paid big time! "Anything else I need to know?" She asked.

"Yes. Watch out for Jayson. He's very dangerous and will come running to her aid immediately. He might not look like it, but he's a cold blooded murderer. He'll kill you" Megami warned.

"Yeah right! I fight guys like him all the time. One kick in the crotch and they're down for the count. He'll be easy. Besides, I've been meaning to give that prick a good beating" Osoro said, boasting her skill in combat.

"Fine. But remember, I warned you. Just deal with Ayano and you'll get paid" Megami said. "You can leave now. My guards will escort you back home safely" She said as she allowed Osoro to leave.

"Better start counting my money now, Saikou! Because if I don't get all of it, I'm coming after you next!" Osoro threatened as she exited the office, Megami giggling to herself as soon as the door closed.

"So you say, Shidesu-san. So you say. Though I doubt you'll survive by the end of tomorrow, let alone the afternoon!" She said as a giggle escaped her.

"Aren't you a little concerned that you're sending young girl to her death?" Her grandfather asked, reminding her that he's still here.

"Well… it's not like she doesn't deserve it" Megami said as she stood up from her father's office chair, a yawn soon escaping her. "I'm going to bed now. Goodnight, grandfather" She said as she exited the office, returning to her room.

"Goodnight, Megami" Her grandfather said.

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A/N: Wow. Another long one. Strange. This one wasn't supposed to go on for that long.

Acerman: Well, I'm glad you've decided to stick around. Looking back at the chapters, i can see what you mean. Most of them have kinda dragged the story too far along. the original is basically over at this point. don't worry though. We're not that far from our ending. an ending which I've painstakingly revised in my head over and over again until I felt it was right. We've got only two more rivals to deal with, then the story can be all wrapped up!

Otakuficwriter: This was something that bothered me too. for the past few days, I've been wondering if my story is getting too predictable. Not really in the case of who's going to die next and how, but in the actions the characters have with each other. as for the kissing scene, it was one of the most important parts of the original. And let's face it, this is a rewrite. some scenes from the original are going to come back in here. But i like to think that this version of the kiss was much better. Felt more real to me.