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Yandere Simulator A Twist Of Fate – Chapter One Home
Aishi Residence, late afternoon
Ayano was discharged from the hospital two weeks after she regained consciousness. Her doctors were very concerned about her emotionally fragile state and strongly advised her parents against any overstimulation. When given a standard psychological exam as part of her overall evaluation because of her head injury Ayano had become physically ill when shown violent imagery. The psychiatrist who administered the test concluded Ayano harbored an extreme aversion to all forms of violence directed against others that bordered on the pathological.
Almost a week later Ayano sat alone on her bed in her bedroom using several apps on her smartphone. The doctors had recommended to her parents upon her release that Ayano not be given shoelaces or anything sharp as well as being checked on every hour due to the danger of suicide. While not a threat to others the doctors feared she could harm herself because of her lack of self-worth.
Ayano felt a pang of guilt for ignoring the many messages from Midori on her phone but she could not face her "best friend" not after everything that had happened not yet anyway. Ayano had ruthlessly taken advantage of the green haired girl for years. Her past self viewed Midori as a major ditz who was useful only because of how easily Midori could be manipulated into doing whatever Ayano wanted at any given moment.
Ayano did not like her room very much. The bland colors did nothing for her. Since her emotional awakening, Ayano discovered yellow and green were her favorite colors. She found most bright colors pleasing expect red. Red was the color of blood. Blood reminded her of things best forgotten.
A knock came on Ayano's door. "May I come in Ayano?" The voice of her father asked.
"Sure daddy," Ayano said. Before her accident Ayano had called her father "dad" or "father" now she found she preferred the less formal daddy. It felt right somehow.
"I brought you some books." Mr. Aishi said closing the door behind him. He put the books a pair of leather-bound volumes down on Ayano's desk next to her computer. He then brought over the computer chair and sat next to his daughter's bed. "How do you feel Ayano, honestly?"
Ayano thought how best to respond as she put down her smartphone. "Guilty," Ayano said at last. "I killed three people, daddy. Because of my actions, they're no longer alive. How can I live with what I've done?"
Mr. Aishi gave his daughter a sad look. "Ayano if given the chance would you harm those same people today?"
"Never," Ayano said passionately. "I'd rather die myself than hurt somebody else."
"Then the person who did those horrible things is gone. She's for all intents and purposes dead. You paying for her crimes would only destroy another innocent life." Mr. Aishi reasoned after a short pause.
"How can you say that daddy? I'm her, aren't I? We share the same body." Ayano said.
"But not the same mind the same soul." Mr. Aishi said. "The girl you were lacked understanding of her actions. She could not feel pain as such she could not appreciate the pain she inflicted on others. Our ability to empathize with those around us is what makes us human Ayano. Sympathy is a strength, not a weakness. Never forget that."
Ayano thought over her father's words before she again spoke. "Did you love me before, daddy? I mean the girl I was."
"Of course, I've loved you from the moment I first saw you. You're my little girl. How could any true father not love his daughter?" Mr. Aishi said a bit taken aback by her question.
"Do you love mom even though she's the way she is the way I use to be?" Ayano asked not sure if she was ready for the answer.
"Yes," Mr. Aishi said without hesitation. Even though his Wife Ryoba had done less than honorable things, putting it very mildly, to secure their relationship he did love her. How could he not after all the years they had spent together and the beautiful child they had created?
"How can you love her daddy? She's-," Ayano said.
"I know full well what your mother is Ayano." Mr. Aishi said cutting his daughter off. "You don't stop loving somebody just because she is ill."
"So I was ill before?" Ayano asked almost hopefully.
"You were," Mr. Aishi said. "We need to show your mother compassion and understanding Ayano. Can you do that for me?"
"Yeah," Ayano said the tone of her voice rather noncommittal.
"Remember she loves you in her own way Ayano." Mr. Aishi said.
"Like how I loved Taro." Ayano scoffed.
"Ayano please don't make things more difficult than they have to be for our family." Mr. Aishi begged. "Your mother can't help the way she is any more than you could help the way you were before the accident."
"Sorry daddy," Ayano said. Deciding it was best to change the subject before she said something she would later regret she glanced at two books. "What books did you bring me?"
"The lives of Buddha and the Apostle Paul." Mr. Aishi said. "Both men started out as selfish individuals who cared nothing for others but after a life-altering experience, each changed drastically for the better. I thought you might be able to draw some inspiration from their stories. I love you Ayano."
"I love you too daddy," Ayano said meaning every word of it.
Mr. Aishi reached across and hugged his daughter. Ayano readily returned his gesture of affection something he had been waiting for since she was a little girl. Reluctantly he broke their warm embrace. "I'll see you at supper Ayano." Mr. Aishi said to which Ayano nodded. He left Ayano's room. Once again she was alone with her thoughts.
Ayano hated being alone with her thoughts. He parents kept telling her in time the memories would fade but she doubted if they were would. Ayano hated sleeping most of all. She had no control over her mind whenever she slept. Her dreams were jumbles of disturbing images and sounds. Every night since she came out of the coma she woke up screaming her sheets soaked with sweat her heart thumping in her chest like a jackhammer.
One week from tomorrow was the day Ayano had been dreading more than any other. The day she would return to Akademi High School. She had no idea how she would ever get through being back there where she had done those, things five days a week every week for months on end. Ayano was not sure she believed in any higher power still she offered up a silent prayer for possible divine support. Ayano knew she needed all the help she could get if she wanted to avoid losing her slender grip on sanity when she once again walked the ghost-filled hallways of Akademi.
To Be Continued