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Yandere Simulator A Twist Of Fate – Chapter Three Ryoba's New Protégé

Upscale Sushi Bar, late afternoon

"Thank you, Mrs. Ashi. Um, I mean Ryoba." The bespectacled red-haired girl said after finishing her sushi plate and beverage. "I've never been to such a fancy sushi bar before. I can't afford it on my small government stipend, most of which my lousy foster parents pocket." She added with a grumble.

"What a pity Jāna dear," Ryoba said her voice taking on a sympathetic tone. "A talented, beautiful young woman like you should have every opportunity to enjoy the finer things in life."

Ryoba had approached Jāna, or "Info Chan" as she was better known in certain circles, not long after Ayano's accident. By examining her daughter's smartphone activity Ryoba learned of Jāna's involvement in the old Ayano's various schemes. At first, Ryoba intended to lure the girl somewhere out of the way where Ryoba could dispose of Jāna away from prying eyes after she gained Jāna's trust. Once they met, however, Ryoba decided on a different course of action. Ryoba quickly determined Jāna was a hacker of near-unparalleled raw talent. With proper polish, her skills would be second to none. Furthermore, Jāna if not immoral was certainly amoral; as evidenced by her panty pics side business. The girl knew how to survive nay thrive in the face of extreme adversity, a rare gift indeed and one Ryoba shared. Over the course of the following month, Ryoba had won Jāna's trust. A smile or gentle hand pat here, a small act of kindness or encouraging word there was all it took to have Jāna idolizing her. Ryoba was a master of manipulation. With minimal prompting from Ryoba, Jāna had happily framed Kaga Kusha for the murders the old Ayano committed by planting incriminating evidence on his electronic devices.

Ryoba pretended she was ready to go. She made an elaborate show of leaving a generous tip on the table. Getting up Ryoba frowned when she "noticed" Jāna's downcast face.

"Why so sad Jāna?" Ryoba asked with her oh so sweet sing-song voice.

"It's just," Jāna said staring down at the ground. "I greatly enjoy our time together. I hate when it ends. I don't have anyone who gives a damn about me at the foster home. Since my mom died I've been pretty much alone. My biological father walked out on us when I was ten. He's a nasty drunk or at least was back then. We were on our own until mom was diagnosed with cancer when I was twelve. She passed away six months later. My biological father didn't even try to help me. He signed me over to the state like I was an unwanted book or something." Jāna never referred to her surviving parent as "dad" only as her "biological father". As far as Jāna was concerned other than being the source of half of her genetic material the man had made no other contribution to her life expect negative ones. "I hate him." Jāna snapped with fire in her eyes. "Sorry, Ryoba I don't know what came over me. " Jāna added sheepishly a second later.

"No need to apologize Jāna, dear. You have every right to be angry with your father. There is no excuse for his actions. A true parent always puts the best interests of her or his family first." Ryoba said.

Ryoba next appeared to gather her thoughts for some time. After a pronounced pause, she again spoke. "Jāna would you like to come live with me, my husband and our daughter? We have more than enough room and we'd love to have you. I'm not being to forward am I?" Ryoba had already prepared one of the spare rooms for Jāna complete with a new top of the line desktop computer, desk, a flat screen TV and other amenities.

"Are you sure, Ryoba?" Jāna said timidly. Her eyes wide behind her glasses with barely restrained excitement.

"Of course I'm sure Jāna," Ryoba said smiling warmly. "If you want to stay with us. If everything works out. We can make the arrangement permanent in a few months by adopting you. My husband Kyōhan and I always wanted another child, but sadly we were never so blessed. "

"Oh, Ryoba that would be wonderful," Jāna said her eyes lit up. She jumped at Ryoba giving the older woman a hug which Ryoba faked being surprised by.

"If we're to adopt you no more calling me Ryoba. You must call me mother instead or mom if you prefer." Ryoba said.

"I will from now on mother, I promise," Jāna said breaking her embrace and grinning at Ryoba. A moment later Jāna frowned slightly.

"What's wrong Jāna, dear?" Ryoba asked.

"Are you sure your husband and daughter will be okay with me joining your family?" Jāna asked. "I wouldn't want to impose."

"I'm certain there will be no problems," Ryoba said smiling. "They'll come to care for you every bit as much as I do."

Although Jāna had no way of knowing so, yet, there could be no issues with any decisions Ryoba took in the Ashi Household. Ryoba was the undisputed head of her family. Her word was the final one no matter the subject involved.

"Now let's go home shall we Jāna, dear," Ryoba said looping her arm around Jāna's.

Jāna aside from Kyōhan and Ayano was the only person Ryoba found she cared for in any way. There was something about the girl Ryoba found irresistibly appealing. Many people mistakenly believed yanderes did not feel emotion of any kind. This was simply not true. When a yandere created a genuine connection with another person they formed a deep emotional attachment that was far more intense than what average people termed love. Frequently, but not always, this attachment took the form of romantic obsession. A yandere would kill without a second thought to either secure the affection of their target or protect that person from perceived serious harm be it emotional or physical. Ryoba would easily kill anyone who threatened Kyōhan or Ayano in such a way and one day soon she suspected this uncontrollable impulse to protect would extend to Jāna.

While Ayano was Ryoba's beloved daughter and always would be Jāna was the daughter Ryoba needed. Since her accident, Ayano was no longer the same person she had been. Ryoba worried Ayano could no longer properly defend herself should the need arise. While Ryoba did her best to watch over Ayano the truth was Ryoba could not be everywhere at every moment, especially not at school. Jāna, on the other hand, could watch over Ayano at school. Jāna had the entire building and everyone in it under constant secret surveillance. Nothing transpired in the hallways of Akademi High School or on the school grounds that Jāna was not aware of.

Additionally, Ryoba needed someone to be her eventual Yakuza replacement. For centuries untold women of the Ashi Family, before that the Ashi Clan, had served in the role of assassin. Ayano was no longer capable of violence but with proper grooming, Ryoba sensed Jāna could be. If Ayano was now Ryoba's little angel of light then Jāna could be made her little demon of darkness.

Taking Jāna under her wing served multiple intersecting purposes for Ryoba. Not least of which was the political ambitions harbored by her husband Kyōhan and shared by her. Recently Kyōhan had been offered the endorsement of a well-loved politician if he should choose to run for a vacant judgeship in the prefecture. While Kyōhan was a shoe-in to win due to his squeaky clean legal record (the Yakuza had seen to that by silencing several potentially problematic past clients at the request of Ryoba) adopting a teenage orphan like Jāna could only increase his chances of success.

An added bonus was the identity of Jāna's deadbeat father. After some snooping Ryoba learned the wayward bio dad was none other than her old nemesis the hated journalist who tried to destroy her life before it truly began back when she was a school girl. Turning the estranged offspring of Dainashi Risuto into her own devoted daughter gave Ryoba a significant degree of twisted pleasure. One last proverbial middle finger directed at the person she hated more than any other. A man who would joyously destroy her given half a chance. A chance Ryoba vowed he would never receive.

"Thanks again, mother. I promise I'll make you proud. You'll never regret taking a chance on me. I'll do whatever you ask." Jāna said when the pair reached Ryoba's car.

"Jāna my dear, I have no doubt of that," Ryoba said as the pair stepped inside and drove away.

To Be Continued

Author's Note -

While I took some libraries with the Journalist's backstory so it would fit better into my story the fundamentals remain the same. Yes, I am working on the theory Info Chan is the daughter of the Journalist.