The time was 7:01 AM. Wednesday.
Ninki Arimasu smiled in joy as she skipped through the halls of aka-demi high while humming a happy little tune.
last night was the best night of her life and that could be seen by many of the students who were walking to their club rooms or lockers before class started.
Every time a student passed ninki, she would stop and cheerfully greet or complement them. It was her way of taking some of the amazing joy she was feeling and sharing it with her fellow schoolmates.
She just felt so revived and refreshed. Teshima's warm embrace had taken away what must have been years worth of stress and worry, and now all that remained were these positive and joyous feelings that she held now. It was like a group of butterflies had take refuge in her tummy!
"hey ninki! Did you have a good night last night?" a female student said as she passed by.
"yeah… I had a great night. Why do you ask?" ninki replied.
"no reason. Have a good day… and say hello to your boyfriend for me" the female student giggled as she walked away. "slut…" she said silently.
What was that all about? Probably nothing. Her fellow students are probably just concerned about her well being, that's all. But wait… boyfriend? Ninki doesn't have a boyfriend. Maybe somebody started another rumor about ninki getting a new boy. she'd have to clarify that the rumor was bunk once school ends.
"hey ninki! Looking sexy today!" "how much do you charge for an hour, ninki?" "wanna go kill some time? I'll compensate you for it!" three male students laughed as they passed her.
"ohh, you guys. What's going on? Is this some new joke or something?" Ninki asked in confusion. The three boys just ran past and ignored her question.
"such a whore…" "fucking slut…" "filthy skank…" they insulted silently before leaving the hallway.
Okay… things were starting to get weird for ninki. She swore she could hear one of those boys say something mean spirited as they left.
Whatever. People are always jealous of her, that's one of the reasons she hated being popular. most people are just mean because they themselves cannot gain the level of popularity that ninki has, so they resort to insulting her for this. She learned to ignore these kind of comments a long time ago, though.
"good morning fellow council members!" she greeted in joy as she entered the meeting room of the student council. They all sat at a large oval shaped table that took up most of the room.
"good morning, ninki" they all said at the same time. An odd look of grief and worry was plastered on almost every face of the members. The ones who didn't look incredibly saddened, held glares of pure disgust.
"is something wrong? We agreed that there would be no more meetings, since school is almost over"
"this isn't a meeting, ninki. It's a confrontation" one of the female members said.
"confrontation about what?"
"about this!" one of the male members said as he threw a folder onto the oval shaped table. The folders contents were filled with pictures of ninki and… teshima.
"wha… where did you get these?" ninki asked in shock as she looked at the photos. They were all pictures of her, completely naked and posed in a different sex positions with teshima. How? How did they get these?!
"are you the girl in the photos?" one of the council asked.
"please… let me explain… this is all a misunderstanding" ninki begged.
"answer us!"
"yes… it's me. But Its not what you think! I promise!"
"SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING WHORE!" another council member shouted.
"we are sorry, ninki. But we cannot allow this" another female council member said.
"but… nobody has to know! This can be our little secret!" Ninki said in desperation.
"everybody already knows. The entire school knows"
"please tell me where you got these photos!" Ninki begged while tears began falling down her eyes.
"they were given to us by a student who requested to remain anonymous. Ninki, you are no longer a member of the student council. Please leave the meeting room"
"but…"
"GET OUT OF HERE AND TAKE YOUR SLUT TEARS WITH YOU!" they threw her out of the meeting room and into the halls.
"ohh, look everybody. It's the aka-demi prostitute! She's come to sate our desires!" said the same girl that ninki passed while walking down the halls. Multiple students huddled around ninki and laughed at her as she continued to cry. "aww look, she's crying. Boys, pull down those pants of yours so she can suck you off! That ought to cheer her up!"
Ninki closed her eyes and looked away in horror as the many male students did so. There were just so many faces… so many eyes judging her. So much laughter geared all towards her.
She even saw her own classmates, people she had known and cared about ever since her first year! And now they are all laughing at her humiliation. She couldn't take this. She had to get away. She violently shoved one of the students and ran down the hall while weeping in sadness. Her tears created a trail that anyone could follow.
"where you going!? You got dicks that need sucking, you slut!" one of the boys laughed.
She just kept running, she didn't care where she was going or who she ran past. She just knew that stopping isn't an option.
She eventually saw one of her truly closest friends… Senpai.
She had known the boy ever since he first moved here three years ago. They quickly became the best of friends. As they climbed up the social ladder from year to year, They always stayed in the same class. They never spent one day without seeing each other. Their bond only grew further when ninki tutored him during his second year.
Senpai was always there for ninki when she needed him. Whenever she was in trouble, he'd arrive to save her. It was almost as if he was a white knight who's only purpose in life was to protect her.
He'd support her through this horrible time she was having. He'd make the pain stop. He'd have to…
"senpai!" she shouted as she pulled him into a hug and cried into his chest, wetting his uniform with her tears. "please tell me we're still friends. Please don't leave me alone" she begged.
"Ninki…" senpai sounded both heartbroken and betrayed. "how could you?… have you no shame!?" he shouted as he pushed her off of him, causing gravity to force her to the floor.
"senpai… please…"
"i'm sorry, ninki. But we can't be friends anymore… I can't be seen with you!"
"but senpai…"
"i can't be seen with somebody like you. just… stay away from me" he said coldly before running off into the halls.
No… no this couldn't be happening! This isn't happening! Why?! Why would somebody expose her like this? What did she ever do to deserve this? Who did she wrong? What was their reason?
Maybe this was karma… maybe the universe enjoys seeing her and her family suffer.
She wanted nothing more then to just go home… go home and cry herself to sleep. But school is important to ninki. She can't afford to skip. She'd have to try her best to survive the day. then after that, she'd work on sorting out this whole mess.
She picked herself up from the floor and hid her face behind her school bag as she walked to class.
Once ninki left, a girl with a raven black ponytail revealed herself from her hiding place inside a storage closet.
She grew a sadistically cruel smile and made a giggle that quickly turned into an insane fit of laughter. She just kept laughing, like this was all some sick and cruel joke that only an absolute psychopath would find funny. It was almost like this horrible girl gained some form of pleasure from the suffering and pain of others.
Ninki soon arrived at class 3-1. the door was locked.
That was to be expected though, it had taken awhile to get to class since ninki had to wait for the halls to be clear of other students who would definitely laugh at her misery.
The door soon unlocked and the teacher, miss Karin Hana.
"ninki… you're five minutes late"
"my apologizes, hana-sensei. I've… had a rough morning" ninki rubbed the tears out of her eyes.
"I've heard" miss Karin said she offered her handkerchief to the crying student. "you don't have to attend class if you don't want to. I could send you home for the rest of the day"
"that won't be necessary, hana-sensei… may I take my seat?" ninki asked in a meek tone as she returned the handkerchief. It was nice knowing that not everybody in the entire school is laughing at her.
The teacher moved aside and allowed ninki in.
The time was 8:05 AM.
Senpai sat at his desk as he watched his homeroom teacher allow ninki arimasu inside.
Senpai and her were always in the same class, ever since he first came to this school. Back then, he used to be a loner since he was still getting used to life this far away from the rest of his family members. Ninki was the one that changed that. She found senpai at lunch, eating all alone. After she introduced him to her friends, he sorta became part of their group. And the rest was history…
But now things are different. Ninki's true nature had been revealed and senpai felt nothing but disgust toward her.
How could she do that? How could somebody enjoy selling themselves to a complete stranger? How do they sleep at night knowing that they are only dirtying themselves?
"hey ninki, wanna get under my desk and sharpen my pencil?" one of the male students asked.
"satoshi! Leave miss arimasu alone or disciplinary measures will be taken!" the teacher shouted.
Senpai sighed. He didn't want to turn ninki away like that. He and her used to be close. She was practically the older sister senpai always wanted.
It was kinda like how jayson was incredibly close to ayana, To the point where they had a bond that rivaled even the best of siblings.
But that's all over now… Ninki is a whore, and senpai cannot be friends with somebody who is so shameful.
The time was 12:02 PM.
Ninki stood in the cafeteria with her bento box in hand as she tried to find a place to sit.
The entire class, her friends had treated her like dirt. The boys of the class made sexual passes at her. The girls threw papers or pencils. The immature members even shot spitballs.
What? are we in Elementary school? Spitballs? Seriously!?
Ninki soon found the table that she always sat at. It was occupied by many of her friends, some were members of the student council.
"hey guys" ninki said in a meek tone. "can I sit with you?" she felt embarrassed beyond all measure for asking this. Since when do you have to ask to sit at your table!? She expected her friends would insult her.
"sure… you can sit" one of them said while they all smiled like nothing had happened.
"really?!" she asked in a joyful tone. She knew her friends would still be there for her!
"yeah… we just got done eating anyway" one of them said cruelly as they all stood up and left the table. Some of them still had trays and bento boxes full of food so instead of having to sit with ninki, they went to different tables.
Ninki had just been given the high school equivalent of the middle finger.
She sat at the table and ate alone.
Once lunch was over. She returned to her class.
As she walked into the classroom, She found it was completely empty. Nobody, not even the teacher was in sight.
This was because ninki finished her lunch rather fast. There was only another five minutes until second period would start.
She thought that finishing lunch and heading to class early would give her some much needed time to think. Give her time to sort through all the chaos that was happening today.
In a matter of minutes, she had gone from the most popular girl in school to a complete and utter laughing stock, all because of those photos.
Who did take those photos? Why did they do it? Were they one of the newspaper club members hoping to land their juicy scoop? Were they somebody who enjoyed destroying the social life of someone who had never wronged them?
Ninki just needed to sit down and breath for awhile, clear her head for a bit.
As she walked towards her desk, she whimpered in sorrow as tears began falling from her face.
The students had used a black permanent marker to voice their disgust on ninki's desk.
DIE! KILL YOURSELF! WE DON'T NEED WHORES IN OUR SCHOOL! I DARE YOU TO JUMP OFF THE ROOF! HANG YOURSELF! JUST LEAVE! PATHETIC SLUT! FILTHY WHORE! DO THE WORLD A FAVOR AND DIE!
-signed by the whole class.
P.S. kill yourself.
Ninki stared at her now ruined desk while tears continued falling faster then ever.
She… she can't go on like this. She had to leave!
She quickly sprinted out of the classroom, pushing her teacher aside as the door was rapidly opened.
Ninki then left school grounds.
She just kept running and running. She was going to the one place she knew she'd be safe, to the one person who would always protect her… Teshima.
Yes… she trusted him more then her parents, more then anything. He was always there for her, and he always will be!
As she ran into the cul-de-sac that held his house, She saw a police vehicle parked at his front door.
"wait! This is all a big misunderstanding! Why am I being arrested?!" teshima shouted as the officer threw him in the back seat of his car.
"you're under arrest for pedophilia, extortion and prostitution of a minor"
No… no this couldn't be happening. Why!? Why was this happening!? The last and only person that would ever show her support, had just been arrested.
She struggled as she felt hands grab and pull her away. She was then pinned to the wall of one of the houses around the cul-de-sac while being held in place by two boys from school. One had green hair, the other had yellow.
"well, well, well. If it isn't the aka-demi prostitute" she heard the voice of a boy as he revealed himself to her.
"Haruto Yuto" she said. He was one, if not the worst student in the entire school.
On his nose was a cast from where he received a heavy beating from an American exchange student who had slammed haruto's face in one of the lockers. Ninki always wondered who exactly had the guts to stand up to one of the cruelest bullies in the whole school.
"leave me alone, Haruto-kun! Let me go!" she shouted as she tried to escape. Haruto's little entourage had prevented this from happening however.
"you know what I want, whore! And you're going to give it to me" he said while grinning.
He wouldn't… he couldn't! He wasn't actually going to…
"now, just stand still. This won't hurt at all" haruto said as he undid his belt buckle.
"NO! NO! HARUTO PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME!" Ninki yelled in a terrified shriek. "HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU FUCKING SLUT!" haruto shouted as he slapped ninki in the face with the back of his hand. "i thought whores liked getting fucked!" he pulled down his pants.
"PLEASE NO! I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST PLEASE LET ME GO! STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
The time was 8:32 PM.
"die, monster! You don't belong in this school!"
"it was not by my hand that I am once again given love… I was called here by senpai, who wished to pay me tribute"
"Tribute? You steal boys hearts! And make them your slaves!"
"perhaps the same could be said of all girls…"
"your words are as empty as your heart! Senpai ill needs a girlfriend such as you!"
"what is a senpai? A miserable little pile of heartbreak! But enough talk… have at you!"
yan-chan was sitting on her couch in her living room. Wrapped up in her warm cozy blanket while playing a video game.
She didn't really play her games to much since most of her free time was spent with either senpai or jayson. But now she just needed to relax with some mindless video game violence.
She paused the game so she could check her phone, hoping her parents had tried to contact her.
No missed calls. No new texts. No new e-mails.
This made yan-chan worry. Her parents must have certainly touched down in America by now. Maybe they had been kidnapped?! Maybe the plane exploded?!… or maybe they were just having so much fun that they forgot that they daughter who was worried for them. Whatever.
Her train of thought was ruined when she heard someone knock at her door. Who would visit her at this hour? Maybe it was her parents! But wait… why didn't they use their house keys?
Before answering the door, she grabbed her school bag from its place on the floor. She retrieved her butterfly knife and unfolded it, ready to defend herself if any danger lurked outside her home.
The person on the other side knocked harder.
"keep your panties on! I'm coming!" yan-chan shouted as she walked to the door while hiding the knife behind her back.
she unlocked and opened it slowly and saw ninki arimasu standing on her porch.
"oh… it's you" yan-chan said coldly.
"hello, ayana-chan. Lovely night, isn't it?" ninki looked incredibly battered. She had a black eye on her right side. Her arms were covered in scratches, marks and bruises. Her face was covered in dirt. Her long honey blond hair looked as if someone had rubbed mud in it. She was still wearing her school uniform, though now it was dirty. It would take weeks to clean it up.
"what happened to you?" yan-chan asked while glaring. The glare showed ninki that she was given no empathy. This was another senpai stealing slut after all. Yan-chan only asked because she wanted to know who exactly had the pleasure of beating this whore down.
"oh, this? It's… nothing" ninki began shivering as the cold wind blew past. "i suppose you heard about what happened at school?" she asked.
"yes, and I really don't care. Now go away." yan-chan said as she began to close the door.
"wait!" ninki stopped it with her shoe. "i was wondering if… you could…"
"get on with it" yan-chan demanded. Did she really have to deal with this?
"i need a place to stay for the night" ninki said with shame.
"I'm not a bunkhouse. Go home"
"my parents have disowned me!" ninki shouted. "they sold all of my stuff and rented out my room. My friends don't even want to look at me! I have nowhere to go!"
"go on…" yan-chan said as she opened her door all the way.
"you're not the first person I went to. All my friends think I'm a whore. Even senpai hates me! I just need a place to sleep. I know you and I aren't very good friends, but maybe you can help me. I won't be going to school anymore, so you don't need to worry about your reputation"
"fine…" yan-chan allowed her inside. "you can sleep in the basement"
"really!?" ninki got on her knees and hugged yan-chan's legs while shedding tears of joy. "thank you! Oh thank you! You are the kindest, sweetest girl in all of japan!" ninki shouted in praise.
"get off of me, you pathetic waste of life!" yan-chan violently threw ninki off of her.
"sorry… I got carried away. Thank you for letting me sleep here. I promise that I won't be a burden. As for you and I, we're best friends now. No! We're sisters!"
"whatever" yan-chan rolled her eyes as she escorted ninki inside.
"you have a really nice house, ayana-chan. Where are you parents?"
"gone. Ten week vacation in America" yan-chan explained.
"do you have any siblings?" ninki asked.
"no. I'm an only child"
"and they just left you all alone? That's horrible" ninki said.
"I'm used to it"
"no one should ever get used to being left alone"
yan-chan rolled her eyes at that comment. Ignorant fool. Who does she think she is? How dare she judge yan-chan. Still… she had a point. Yan-chan might be used to being left alone, but that didn't mean she liked it.
"is that your boyfriend, ayana-chan?" ninki asked.
on yan-chan's couch was jayson stone, sleeping peacefully like an infant.
"my boyfriend? Yeah. He's my boyfriend, whatever" yan-chan rolled her eyes again.
"he's very handsome" ninki commented.
"i guess he's kinda cute" yan-chan commented honestly. She really did think that jayson was somewhat attractive, but she'd never tell him that. His senpai, this aya girl he talks about, is obviously the one who he has given his heart to, not yan-chan.
Not that yan-chan cared! She… she could care less about who jayson likes! Yeah… it's not like she sees him as anything more then a friend! You're reading to much into this! Stop hassling her!
"kinda cute? He's adorable! You're a lucky girl, ayana-chan" ninki smiled.
True. Yan-chan was rather lucky to have a friend like jayson. Sure he's a little bit of a jerk. Sometimes he's annoying and his sarcasm only infuriates yan-chan. But… he's sweet, he's true, he's funny, he makes her laugh, he supports her. He cares about her…
and she cares about him…
Wait a minute! What the hell are you thinking?! You love senpai! Remember!? Senpai is your destiny! Not jayson!
Yan-chan shook those thoughts out of her head and escorted ninki to the basement.
"wow… it's dark down here" ninki said. "can we turn on a light"
yan-chan flicked the light switch.
Ninki gasped in shock after the lights turned on.
Hundreds, literally hundreds of polaroids were hung from wall to wall with all of the dates of the photos written in red ink. The polaroids all held pictures of senpai. Many different wax candles were placed on the floor all around in a circle shape. One of the walls held a large poster of senpai, smothered in purple lipstick marks. A tiny hand stitched doll bearing senpai's likeness was the centerpiece of the shrine.
"what the hell is this?" ninki said as fear crept into her mind.
"do you like it?" yan-chan asked. "it's my new and improved senpai shrine. It took months to get it to look the way it is, but it was a labor of love" she smiled.
"what the…"
"you are not going to sleep here… you are going to die here" yan-chan said in a monotoned voice as she unfolded her knife.
"oh no… you're a yandere" ninki said in shock "i should have known… I heard the rumors about you, but I chose to ignore them. I thought yanderes weren't real"
"oh, we are very real, and we are everywhere. Constantly vigilant. Always protecting our lovers from thieving sluts like you!" yan-chan shouted.
"wait a minute… you were the one who took the photos! You ruined my reputation!"
"you ruined your own reputation the moment you out your filthy hands on my senpai!"
"what! I never liked senpai that way! He's just a friend, he's like a brother to me!" ninki said
"FUCKING LAIR!" yan-chan shouted in rage. "YOU WANTED TO STEAL HIM FROM ME! BECAUSE YOU'RE THE GODDAMNED PRINCESS WHO ALWAYS GETS WHAT SHE WANTS!"
"what are you going to do to me? Are you going to kill me?" ninki asked in fear.
"No… you are going to kill yourself" yan-chan said.
"what! You… you can't be serious!" ninki shouted as yan-chan handed her butterfly knife.
"you have nothing to live for… everybody hates you. Your own parents disowned you. You have no purpose in life. And when your life has no purpose, you end it" yan-chan smiled sadistically. "do it! Free yourself from your pathetic existence! Sacrifice yourself for my senpai! DO IT NOW!"
"i can't do it!" ninki dropped the knife in fear.
"PATHETIC WEAKLING!" yan-chan slapped her with the back of her hand. She picked up her knife and then begqan stabbing ninki over and over while ranting.
"WEAK AND PATHETIC! WEAK AND PATHETIC! YOU HAD ONE JOB AND YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT RIGHT! YOU WERE CREATED JUST SO I COULD KILL YOU! THATS HOW PATHETIC AND WEAK YOU ARE! WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW, NINKI!? WHERE IS HE!?"
yan-chan now stood over ninki's corpse. Her clothes were covered in the whores filthy blood.
"RRRAAAAAGGHH! I AM YANDERE-CHAN! DESTROYER OF EVIL!" she yelled in victory.
She breathed for a few minutes. That was it… the final rival was dead… it was over.
"somebody get me a dictionary, because we need to redefine the meaning of overkill" yan-chan turned around to see jayson stone standing with his arms crossed.
"ohh… Jayson. Did I wake you up?" she asked in a sweet and calmed voice.
"no. I slept through your psychopathic rants like a baby" he said sarcastically.
"i'm sorry, friend. I didn't mean to disturb you"
"it's alright" jayson said. "here. I'll get rid of the body, you go take a shower"
"good idea" yan-chan agreed as jayson began hauling the corpse out of the house.
He soon returned and sat on the couch while waiting for yan-chan to return.
She walked down the stairs soon after jayson had sat down. Her skin was glowing brightly. Her wet hair was flowing freely over her shoulders while dripping little droplets of water. She was also wearing a rather comfortable looking mint green nightgown that somewhat showed her cleavage.
To jayson, that nightgown was easily ten times sexier then any corset.
"you okay?" he asked.
"i feel a little better" yan-chan said as she gave a relaxed sigh.
"yeah… I might as well go home now"
"wait!" yan-chan grabbed his wrist. "could you… spend the night here?" she asked.
"why?" he asked with concern.
"i don't really like being alone, and I can't explain it but… I'm comfortable around you. You make me feel safe"
"it means that much to you?" jayson asked. She nodded. "alright. I'll stay for the night"
"thank you, jayson" she said as she pulled him into a hug. The blood rushed into his cheeks, turning them into a light shade of red.
"you mean a lot to me, do you know that, jayson? You're my best friend" she whispered in his ear. "i won't let anyone take you away from me. We are Best… Friends… Forever…" she smiled.
Jayson felt an odd mixture of comfort, excitement… and fear.
