The time was 7:29 AM. Thursday.

Yan-chan walked along the path to school by herself.

She would normally be okay with the lonely walk, but now it just felt… unnerving.

The reason for this was because of jayson. Ever since he and yan-chan met, they would always walk to school together. He'd always be sitting on her porch in the early hours of the morning, waiting for her to exit. Sometimes he'd even go into her room to wake her up when she would accidentally oversleep. That was annoying to her, but she still saw it as an act of friendship.

It made her wonder. Why did he do that stuff anyway? Why was he so caring toward her? Was she that good of a friend to him? Or was he just a nice guy with a dark side? Did he see her as something more then a friend? Maybe they were like companions or something. Two people who go above and beyond the limits and expectations of friendship. A bond that was as close as brother and sister.

But… why wasn't he with her now? Was he mad at her? Maybe he was. She did act kind of rude toward him. She glared at him, And it wasn't just a glare that anyone else would have given, it was a glare of pure, unadulterated hatred. The same glare a yandere would give to a rival.

Jayson didn't deserve that though. Yan-chan did overact to him last night, and she did feel guilty when he left. He was just asking a question. Sure, it was a question aimed at her love towards senpai, but it was still just a question.

Do you know the difference between love and lust?

That question had raised a few red flags for her. She did begin questioning and analyzing all of her moments with her senpai. She hoped they would bring the answer to jayson's question.

She even remembered the first day she and senpai had met. That was the happiest day of her life!


The time was 7:39 AM. Monday. Two years ago.

"Sweetie! Hurry up or you'll be late!"

"I'm going as fast as I can, Mother!" she shouted as she desperately searched her closet, trying to find her uniform.

Today was the start of Ayana's first year of high school. She knew she should have felt excitement and even a little bit of nervousness, but she didn't. She doesn't feel anything, so she lacked an actual reason to care. The only reason she was hurrying was because her mother wouldn't shut up!

Ayana eventually found her school uniform. It resembled that of a sailor's suit, only it had small sleeves, a red little knot around the neck and a navy blue skirt that was honestly… too damn small for a school girl. She was allowed to wear something underneath to fix that problem however. She decided to wear black leggings.

When she walked down to the living room, her mother was there with Ayana's bento box in hand.

Her mother looked at her with a warm smile as ayana let her mother brush her hair. She finished it by putting her daughter's hair in a ponytail.

Ayana looked at her new hairstyle in a the mirror. She kinda liked having her hair like this.

"you look beautiful, Sweetie" her mother smiled warmly. "you know, when I was in that school, we had black blazers and red ties for our uniforms. But this is a good look for you"

Ayana didn't respond to her mother, she just looked to her feet.

"what's wrong?" her mother asked.

"do I have to go to high school? Can't I just continue my home schooling?" Ayana asked. She had been home schooled ever since she was a toddler, so why did she have to go to a regular school now?

"why do you think I fired your home school teacher? You are sixteen now, it's time for you to be with other people who are your age. you need friends, You need a social life. Trust me, you'll be okay. Now go have fun. Make some friends. And please, keep your temper under control" Ayana always did have anger issues. It wasn't her fault… it was her mother's fault and she knew it.

It was her mother's 'wise' decision to have her daughter home schooled and even isolated from most of the outside. Her daughter rarely left the house at all. And when she did, contact with others was kept to a minimum. Was she a bad mother for this? Probably. But now was her time to fix all of this. Her daughter would make friends, maybe even meet a nice boy. Even though she didn't want her little angel to be corrupted, it would be better then spending your whole life in a house with no interaction to anything.

Her mother then gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead and sent her out the door. She knew where the school was, She'd be okay.

Ayana didn't believe a word that her mother said. Friends? Who needs friends? All they do is interrupt and slow you down. A social life? What good would that do? She hardly had a life to begin with! Going to a public school and being around others was nothing more then meaningless. Besides, who'd want to hang out with her? Ayana wouldn't make friends, she'd probably be ridiculed and made fun of for her lack of… well, anything. The emotionless freak, that would be her name.

"watch out!" she heard a male voice behind her. It was too late to move though.

When she turned around to see who owned this voice, a bike had ran her over.

"oh my god! Are you okay?" the owner of the bike quickly jumped off and rushed to help her.

"ouch" great. First day on her own, and some jerk had decided to use her as a speed bump.'Don't worry, sweetie, you'll be fine. Nothing bad is going to happen'. Thanks mom!

"I'm so sorry! That damn bike is always hard on me. I hope you're not hurt!" the boy said as he held his hand to help her.

"watch where you're going you… you… beautiful angel." she said as she looked into the eyes of the biker. He looked like an average seventeen year old, but Ayana saw so much more. When she looked into his eyes, she felt… strange. Her heart began beating loudly, her palms began sweating, her knees grew weak.

"I'm sorry about the whole bike thing. you see, I'm in the second year of high school and if I didn't hurry, I was gonna miss the entrance ceremony and… umm… you okay?" the boy asked as he looked at the girl he had just ran over. He hoped his stupid bike didn't cause any head trauma.

"i'm… wonderful" she said in a dreamy expression. She didn't know what this boy was doing to her, but it felt amazing!

"yeah… well, I'm gonna go. Really sorry for running you over. Bye!" he said as he picked up his bike and began riding again.

"wait!" she shouted, Snapping out of her trance. "I don't even know your name!"

"my name is..." she couldn't hear his name, thanks to a large and noisy truck driving through the streets. She didn't have time to ask for his name again. He was already gone.

"come back… don't leave me…" she said as she fell to her knees. She didn't know why, but seeing that boy had made her… feel something. She actually felt something! For the first time in her life, she felt an actual feeling.

What do you call this feeling? Desire? Lust? No… she knew what this feeling was called, Love.

Wait… he said he was in a second year of high school. She and him went to the same school! Not only that, but he was an upperclassman… a senpai. Her senpai…

Now she understood, it was obvious that destiny had brought her senpai to her. Fate wanted them to be together.

She stood up, retrieved her fallen book bag and then began her walk to school again. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.


Yan-chan sighed contently as she recalled that distant memory. Maybe jayson was somewhat right. Maybe she did only focus on how senpai made her feel. But if someone who you've never seen before has the ability to make you feel so… good! That must mean something, right?

No… Yan-chan knew exactly what it means. It's obviously love at first sight. Yan-chan loves senpai and senpai loves her. He just doesn't want to show it because he thinks it will be too awkward.

Do you now understand how well yan-chan knows the way senpai feels?

He obviously feels that amazing rush of pleasure whenever he sees her too, he's just better at hiding his feelings, that's all.

Maybe jayson is just jealous. Maybe he questioned yan-chan's love for senpai because jayson doesn't have anyone who makes him feel the way yan-chan feels.

"I'm such a horrible friend" yan-chan said as she came to a realization. Poor jayson is all alone, suffering the wounds of a past lover who scorned him, having no one to comfort him and help him move past his dramatic experience.

Maybe yan-chan could help jayson find someone who makes him feel amazing. Yeah! Then she could help him get his true love! Just like he's helping her! She could help jayson find a senpai of his very own!

She smiled at that idea as she walked through the school gates.

Finding jayson his own senpai would be easy. Yan-chan is a very good judge of character. She recently made the discovery that half of the female student population are nothing more then a bunch of pathetic, perverted, man-stealing whores who want to corrupt and poison the mind of her senpai.

She soon saw jayson leaning against the vending machine on the side of the school building while some girl with incredibly long, green hair was chatting his ear off.

"and then when I sent the e-mail… guess what happened!" the green haired girl giggled in a high pitched and annoying voice.

Jayson sighed in annoyance. "you sent him another e-mail…"

"i sent him another e-mail!" she giggled.

"okay, how is YandereDev going to be able to make the game if you keep sending him stupid and useless e-mails that he probably doesn't even read. Y'know, because he's got better and more important things to do?" jayson asked. (I got your back, YandereDev!)

"well… I… umm…" the green haired girl grew quiet.

"that's what I thought" jayson said as his drink was dispensed out of the vending machine.

"you're mean! I'm going to e-mail YandereDev about how stupid this story is! He's going to get you reported and copywritten!" the girl shouted as she pulled out her phone and walked away while typing an e-mail to the poor game developer.

Jayson sighed as he reached into the vending machine and pulled out the refreshingly cold beverage he bought, which he then proceeded to drink from. He needed the small boost in energy that the sugar inside the drink would provide, thanks to his lack of sleep.

"what are you doing, Jayson?" yan-chan asked as she approached from behind, causing jayson to jolt a bit at the surprise.

"ohh. Hey, beautiful. What are you…"

"who were you talking too?" she asked as she glared directly into the eyes of her tired and exhausted friend.

"oh, I was just waiting for…"

"who is she?" she cut him off. "do I know her? What's her name? How long have you been seeing her? Am I not enough for you? Do you think she's prettier than me?" she asked all these questions before jayson could answer any of them. Her glare of jealousy never left his eyes. "You know what, never mind. You're my friend, not hers. I don't wanna see you talking to her again, now come on. We have to get to class" she said with spite in her tone. That was her friend after all. She didn't need some other slut stealing him away from her.

"but class doesn't start for the next thirty minutes" jayson said as he checked the time on his phone.

"I don't care! We're going to class… now!" yan-chan shouted as she forcefully gripped jayson's wrist and pulled him to class, causing his drink to fall out of his hands and spill onto the floor.

He could feel her grip tighten on his wrist as she dragged him into the school while shoving and pushing any student that got in her way. her force was so tight that her recently manicured nails had been digging into his flesh. It hurt… but the pain came from her, so he silently relished in it.

When she dragged jayson into the classroom, she sat him down on his desk and pulled out his books that he had in his bag. She then sat at her own desk. Her eyes constantly stared at him, never once did she turn her gaze away. She just kept starring while rarely blinking.

Aww. She's getting all clingy and possessive over me… how sweet. Jayson thought.

"Mr. Stone? Miss. Satsujin-koibito? What a pleasant surprise" their teacher said as she walked into the classroom. "class doesn't start for the next twenty-seven minutes. Are you two here for extra credit?"

"yes, please" yan-chan said immediately after the teacher had finished her sentence.

"perfect" the teacher said. "why don't we go over some of the subjects that will be in the finals. Both of you open your textbooks to page 173"


The time was 12:24 PM.

Senpai was standing on the school's rooftop, gazing at the entrance way that was surrounded by the many sakura trees. He always enjoyed doing this. It gave him a sense of peace, a feeling of tranquility.

He needed to feel this way. He had recently heard that his math teacher had been murdered in her own home! The person who wants senpai dead isn't just attacking girls who show romantic attractions to him, this killer is now attacking people who just know him! Nowhere is safe anymore. No one is safe anymore. As long as senpai is around, other people would be caught in grave danger!

Senpai had thought about… suicide. If he jumps off of the ledge of the rooftop right now, maybe the killer will stop. They'd get their wish. Senpai would sacrifice himself for the safety of his fellow classmates and family members.

He really wished he could actually do it though, every time he attempts to end himself, he gets flashbacks of his family and friends who would surely mourn for him.

Ayana, for example. She'd probably be crushed if senpai killed himself. He imagined ayana crying over senpai's casket at his funeral. He'd hate to be the reason for causing so much pain to such a sweet and innocent angel like her.

Its at this point, fear would creep into his mind, then doubt would make him hesitate, then he'd feel pity for himself. He said he was going to toughen himself up so he'd have a chance to face his attacker.

If he did throw himself off the roof, he'd die the same way he was born…

as a coward…

No! senpai was not a coward! He could take on this killer and he could beat them too!

Bring it on, aka-demi killer! Senpai isn't afraid of you!

Well… maybe he's a little afraid…


The time was 2:23 PM.

Jayson was in art class, getting ready to paint… something.

He wasn't exactly good at this kinda thing. He doesn't really know how to create, he only destroys.

This used to be art club, until the students petitioned for it to become an official class. Most student clubs only allowed thirty members per-year, and the school housed over two hundred students! So most of those students were not getting their daily dose of artistic inspiration.

Jayson yawned in exhaustion as he approached the blank white canvas that was just begging to be painted on.

He had been exhausted all day, since he stood up till four in the morning when he dealt with miss. Ririko. He may have gone a bit overboard when he decided to stab her for five hours straight. It wasn't his fault, he was carrying a lot of pent up aggression that needed to be vented out.

Never the less, he rubbed the exhaustion out of his eyes and picked up a paint brush.

He didn't really focus on what he was painting, he could just paint random colors in a mindless order, and they'd still call it art! Yeah… the teacher they hired for this class wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer.

As he painted mindlessly, his thoughts constantly returned to his plan to put down the aka-demi killer without exposing yan-chan or himself as the murderers.

He had ran the plan through yan-chan while they ate lunch. She said she'd handle it.

he didn't know what her definition of 'handle' meant. To be honest, he thought she'd make the situation worse, but he was still going to let her handle it. Yan-chabn was a smart psychopath, she'd figure something out.

"that's pretty impressive, man!" one of the students behind him said as he looked at jayson's painting.

The canvas showed an image of yan-chan sitting against a sakura tree while looking up to the blue skies in contemplation, The sakura petals floating over her. The small beams of light gently bursting through the many leaves held by the massive tree.

Jayson was impressed with himself, he was terrible at art. but in a few moments of thought, he created this masterpiece without even knowing!

"well done, Mr. Stone!" the art teacher praised. "this has to be the most impressive piece I've ever seen! You've really captured the look of confusion in the girl's face. Will you let us display this in the culture festival?" the teacher asked.

Jayson agreed to allow them to show his unintentionally created masterpiece, he thought others should see it. Ooh, wait! It needs a name!.

He took a small brush and drew the name of the painting in kanji on the left-bottom corner of the painting. kanji is the literary writing used in japan.

The painting was called 'Seeker of love'


The time was 3:01 PM.

Yan-chan was roaming through her locker, putting the books from homeroom away, while exchanging them for the books she'd need for her homework.

She had thought about jayson's plan and she couldn't agree more. He was right, if they were going to move on to the third year, they'd have to get rid of any and all evidence that would ever tie them to the murders.

There was just one problem. How the hell were they supposed to do that?

It might not have looked like it, but the school was being watched, police officers would often walk down the same paths that students took on their ways home, journalists and private investigators would stop students at the front gate and interview them, and some officers went under cover as janitors.

Don't ask yan-chan how she knew about that last one. She just has her ways.

The police were not her concern though. She still needed to figure out how to get the aka-demi killer caught without anyone knowing that it was her or jayson who were murdering students.

Maybe she could frame somebody… no, if they get hooked up to a lie detector, the truth will come out and the search will be on again.

What if yan-chan seduces a school boy to kill somebody for her… no, then that would just be a lose end that she'd have to take care of later.

If only there was a way to make someone kill someone without exposing herself or having to deal with lose ends.

It was at this point, Yan-chan wished she had the ability to control minds, then she could just enslave somebody and make them kill both the target and themselves and… wait, that's it!

She knew exactly what she'd do now. It would take a while but it would work perfectly. She just needs to find a 'volunteer' for her little plan.

She saw a girl with neon blue pigtails walk down the hall while humming out of tune to some song. This girl who resembled the apprentice of a certain vocaliod was named Saki Miyu, the best friend of the late Kokona Haruka.

Yan-chan grinned sadistically as she walked to the place jayson would meet her at to discuss their plan.

Ooh, he was going to love this.


The time was 6:25 PM. Friday.

"yeah, daddy! I'll be home in the next hour. Don't worry, I'm just going to see a movie with the girls"

Saki Miyu said as she hung up her phone and proceeded to wait for the bus to take her to sisuta town, which was where the movie theater was.

She needed to get out of the house for a while, her family consisted of four annoying younger siblings and an overprotective, single father. Which meant that saki had to play mommy for the entire house while her father kept accusing her of prostituting herself on the street, just like her mother did.

Saki couldn't really blame her father for thinking that way, he had been married to her mother for nineteen years, it must have been pretty scaring for him to find out that his wife had been selling herself to strange men while he was trying to support his family of five children while battling his alcohol addiction. He also questioned whether or not saki and her four younger siblings were actually his offspring.

Saki sighed as she sat on the bench next to the bus stop. She didn't empathize with her father, she just felt pity for him. He was a wreck ever since the divorce.

Now wasn't really the time to think about that, tonight was all about her. She was going to have fun tonight. It was going to be just her and all of her closest friends

well… almost all of her closest friends. Kokona wouldn't be there, she had killed herself a while ago.

It had been a whole month since then, most people were over it. But saki wasn't.

When her best friend had ended herself, saki felt like crucial part of her life had been taken away from her. Like a child who had a cookie ripped right out of their hands.

It got so bad that saki went into a depression for a few weeks.

The bus soon arrived and opened its door to her.

As she climbed into the bus, she paid appropriate amount of yen and sat down in one of the seats.

The bus was empty, the only people in it were saki and the driver.

The isolation calmed her nerves a little. Her house was always so noisy, thanks to the demons she's forced to call siblings. When they weren't fighting or yelling at each other. They were pulling pranks on their poor older sister.

No, they weren't pulling pranks… they were torturing her.

They'd rip up whatever magazines she was reading, steal her food when she wasn't looking. Rub mud into her nice, clean clothes. The worst part was when they dumped her laptop in the bathtub.

That happened yesterday.

You're probably thinking 'big deal! Just go buy a new one!' But the reason saki was so torn up about that laptop was because of it's contents.

On that laptop were hundreds, if not thousands of pictures of her and Kokona. So many precious memories, like when they went to the beach together, or when they first met in high school, and who could forget about the time they had that awesome slumber party?

All of those memories were captured and saved onto her now destroyed computer. Lost forever.

Except for one.

She pulled out a silver heart shaped locket that she had hid under her neon blue turtleneck.

She opened the locket to reveal a picture of both her and kokona smiling while standing behind a large vanilla cake with neon blue frosting. The picture was taken on saki's eighteenth birthday… three days before kokona committed suicide.

"we'll be best friends forever, right?" saki heard her own voice inside her mind.

"yeah, we'll always be together!" saki heard kokona's voice.

A single tear fell down saki's left eye as she recalled that memory.

"next stop, sisuta town" the bus driver said as they approached saki's destination.

The bus soon stopped and saki exited.

The movie theater was across the street, she could see a few of her friends waiting for her at the entrance… but she didn't go to them.

She instead began walking toward the west side of sisuta town… where the cemetery was located.

She entered those grounds. Passing the graves of others who had passed on from this world.

She stopped when she found a black marble grave at the near end of the cemetery.

Kokona Haruka.

1997-2015

We will never have a daughter as amazing as you were. We loved you

-Your loving mother and father, Asano and Satoshi Haruka.

You were the only person who I ever really cared about

-Your best friend forever, Saki Miyu.

She stood over the grave of her best friend for what seemed like hours.

"hey, Kokona-chan… it's me, Saki… I miss you" she said to the headstone as she tried to hold back a few tears. "It's not the same without you here, I just… can't see the world the same way I used too. Ever since you left, I've been… sad"

The tears eventually became too much to hold in. she let herself cry while collapsing onto her knees in front of her best friend's grave.

"IT'S NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU!" she yelled as the tears flowed freely.

"WHY!? WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME, KOKONA!? I NEEDED YOU! YOU SAID WE'D ALWAYS BE TOGETHER! BUT I'M HERE ALONE! CRYING MY EYES OUT, WITHOUT MY BEST FRIEND TO COMFORT ME! COME BACK, KOKONA! I NEED YOU! I DON'T WANNA BE ALONE AGAIN!"

She wept over that grave for who knows how long. Kokona was the only person saki actually liked. Those whores in that movie theater were not her friends! They didn't know her the way Kokona knew her! They'd never replace kokona! Never!

She heard the sound of feet shuffling in the darkness.

"who… who's there?" saki asked as she stood up from the grave of her best friend. "l-leave me alone! Can't you see i'm mourning here!" she shouted as dread and fear began to replace her sadness.

"kokona bled like a pig" saki heard a female's voice in the darkness.

"i know, right? She was such a weakling if she had to resort to suicide just to find peace" saki heard a male voice to accompany the female voice.

Their hateful and offensive comments turned saki's fear into anger.

"h-how dare you! She was the strongest girl I ever met! How dare you profane her like that!" saki shouted blindly into the darkness.

She soon felt a metal object hit the back of her head, knocking her unconscious.


Yan-chan stood over the unconscious Saki Miyu, a large and heavy shovel was gripped in yan-chan's hands.

"good job" jayson commented.

"thanks" yan-chan replied. "now help me get her into the car" she said as they both picked up saki and stuffed her into the trunk of Jayson's cherry red sports car.

Yep, jayson drives. He had gotten his license last month. He never drove that much, only when it was a requirement. Which was why he never drove to school, he preferred walking.

Both he and yan-chan got inside the vehicle, he drove while yan-chan sat in the passenger's seat.

She thought that this was a really nice car, jayson said that it was imported from America. Made by some company called ford. The car was called a mustang in America.

Jayson turned the key, which caused the car to start and they soon drove back to yan-chan's house.

They jammed out to the songs on the radio, all while completely ignoring the unconscious girl in the trunk.

When they arrived at yan-chan's home, they tied saki to a chair in the basement. She was still out cold.

"Well, that's done" yan-chan stated.

"she doesn't look like she's going to wake up anytime soon" jayson said.

"hmm, I guess you're right. Well my parents won't be coming home from their dinner date until anouth two hours, what do you wanna do?"

"wanna order pizza and watch a movie?" jayson suggested.

"sure" yan-chan said as she and jayson walked upstairs to the living room. Leaving poor, unconscious saki alone in the basement.


A/N: writing saki's part in this chapter made me shed a few tears. i had recently lost my grandmother, so i kinda took that pain of losing someone important in my life and just threw it in the story. i hope you enjoyed the read

friendly warning. the next chapter is going to be a little... graphic. if you played the recent build of yandere simulator, then you already know what's going to happen.