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Yandere Simulator A Twist Of Fate – Chapter Ten Father Knows Best?
Special thanks to my fellow author The Writer Of Lucifenia for letting me use the below idea for the background of my story. Please check out The Writer Of Lucifenia's excellent Yandere Simulator stories "The Escape" and "Life Goes On" (they are two of my favorites).
Pool Room of Akademi High School many years ago, evening
"Breathe, breathe, come on breathe!" The boy in olive green shorts said as he frantically performed CPR on the unconscious girl.
He could not believe what was happening. Only a few short minutes ago he had snuck into the pool area for a quick after-school swim now he was struggling to save a life. Being a member of Akademi High's elite swim team he needed every minute of practice he could get. His coach was threatening to cut boys again after the lackluster performance of the team at their last meet. His parents would kill him if he got kicked off the team. They were very happy he finally found a sport he was good at not being the athletically gifted type.
"Please don't die on me girl. I'm begging you." The boy said. His wet body shivered in the cold air of the pool room. With a shuddering cough, the girl vomited up a huge amount of pool water then gasped taking in a deep breath. Slowly her eyes opened "Thank god," The boy said.
"W-where am I?" The girl asked weakly. "Is this Heaven? Are you an Angel?" She reached out and brushed her wet fingertips against the boy's cheek.
"You're in the pool room of Akademi High. miss. I found you at the bottom of the pool and pulled you to safety. You must have slipped in." The boy said with a relieved smile. "You're going to be okay though. I'll be right back." He gently took her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"Where are you going?" The girl asked between coughs.
"I'm going to call an ambulance. You need medical treatment." The boy said.
"No doctors," The girl said refusing to release the boy's hand when he tried to pull away. She was surprisingly strong for a girl little all own someone who had nearly drowned.
"But you need help." The boy insisted redoubling his efforts to break free. "Don't worry you won't be alone long if that is what are worried about."
"I attempted suicide." The girl blurted out. "When you found me at the bottom of the pool I was trying to kill myself by drowning."
"Why?" Was all the boy could manage. He was horrified by this revelation. How could someone his own age, a fellow student with her entire life ahead of her do such a thing?
The girl weakly propped herself up on her elbows. "It's complicated," she said looking away.
"If you expected me not to insist you seek immediate medical attention you're going to have to do better than that." The boy said.
"My home life isn't easy. My mother is cold, distant. My father is, very ill," The girl said. "I'm ruthlessly bullied by other students here at school. Everything became too much. I couldn't bare anymore."
The girl locked eyes with the boy. He saw such profound sadness in her gaze he felt nothing but pity for her, poor soul. There was something else present in her eyes, however, something he could not quite place. Whatever it was it sent a brief shiver down his spine or perhaps the coldness of the room was getting to him again, who knows.
"My mother, she'd be so angry if people knew I tried to kill myself. I dare not think what might happen." The girl said. "I beg you please keep my secret."
"Only if you promise never to pull such a reckless stunt again." The boy said getting to his feet and helping the girl do the same.
"I promise," The girl said nodding her head.
"And I want you to talk with somebody about your problems." The boy said. Even though agreeing to keep this incident secret was against his better judgment, in the end, it was not his choice to make.
"I swear I'll do whatever you ask." The girl said.
"Besides if you ever feel like hurting yourself again you can talk with me, or we can just be friends. Either way, people say I'm a good listener." The boy offered.
"Really, you mean it?" the girl said brightening visibly.
"Sure," The boy said extending his hand. "My name is Kyōhan by the way. What's your name?"
"Ryoba, I'm Ryoba," The girl said enthusiastically.
"That's a pretty name," Kyōhan said a second before Ryoba pulled him into a calmly embrace. Kyōhan could not help but chuckle. "I think we better get you out of your wet school uniform before you catch a cold or worse."
Kyōhan had a very hard time prying Ryoba off him. Not for the first time, he noticed how deceptively string she was. The pair then left the pool room with Ryoba following Kyōhan like how a lost puppy dog once fed by a kind boy would follow him home.
Aishi Residence present day, evening
Jāna sat on her bed tinkering with some piece of electronic gadgetry when a knock came on her door. "Who is it?" Asked the redhead.
"It's dad. May I come in?" Kyōhan said. Mr. Aishi had insisted the former Info Chan call his "dad" even though they did not yet know each other very well.
"Come in," Jāna said.
Kyōhan entered the room shouldering a large box. "I heard you had an accident at school today. Is everything okay?" He asked his voice genuinely sympathetic.
"It wasn't an accident. I was peppered sprayed by our Student Council President Megami Saikou." Jāna said bitterly. Several hours later her eyes remained puff, red and sore behind her glasses. Although Ayano had wanted them to keep the truth about the incident from Ryoba she had said nothing about Kyōhan. "She ruined by contact lenses. I'm sorry."
"Why would apologize for something someone else did?" Kyōhan asked.
"My biological father was never happy when I cost him money. He thought me and my mother were 'parasites'." Jāna said.
"He doesn't seem like a very understand or nice person," Kyōhan said.
"He isn't," Jāna said. "I'll pay for the ruined contacts."
"Nonsense," Kyōhan said. "I'll pick you up a new pair tomorrow along with a spare just in case anything like this happens again."
"Really," Jāna said hardly believing her ears.
"Really," Kyōhan said. "Do you want me to have a talk with Headmaster Kocho about what happened?" Kyōhan offered.
"Nah, but thanks for offering," Jāna said.
"I had planned to give you this on the weekend but I think you need some cheering up." Kyōhan carefully put the large box down on Jāna's bed.
"What is it?" Jāna asked.
"Open the box and find out." Kyōhan urged. Jāna opened the box to reveal a large consumer drone. Jāna's eyes lite up when she saw the drone. "I hope you like it. The man at the store said it is top of the line."
"Thank you so much! I love it!" Jāna exclaimed.
"Thank you so much, who?" Kyōhan prompted.
"Thank you so much, dad," Jāna said.
"You are welcome, daughter," Kyōhan said with a smile which Jāna returned. "I'll leave you with your new toy. Remember to follow the instructions no flying it to high or over restricted areas."
"I'll follow the rules," Jāna said.
Kyōhan turned to leave but hesitated. "Jāna, remember if you ever need to talk I'm here even if it is something you feel uncomfortable sharing with your mother (Ryoba), including if she asks you to do something you don't want to do."
"Sure thing," Jāna said briefly looking up from her drone which she was busy putting together.
Kyōhan stepped out into the hallway closing the door behind him. Although he loved Ryoba he also feared her. He dared not think what could occur if Ryoba ever lost control. He had many sleepless nights over the years worrying about what might happen to Ayano should he unexpectedly die. His girls, Ayano and now Jāna, were his top priority. Would Ryoba harm them psychologically (by exposing them to acts they, especially Ayano, were too fragile to handle) if not physically without someone present to restrain the more problematic aspects of her nature? No matter what it took Kyōhan vowed he would keep them safe from every threat, even if one of those threats was his own wife.
To Be Continued