Investigations and Information

Yandere Simulator is the property of Yandere Dev. All the characters in this story are his except for the ones listed below. Written by Hiram J. Poe.

Original Character- Himura Daichirou

Investigations and Information- Chapter 3- First Blood Spilt

"You were late again!" cried the orange haired girl.

"I'm sorry, alright!" replied the black-haired plain looking boy.

Osana Najimi, the local tsundere of Akademi High School was complaining to her childhood friend, Taro Yamada about his tardiness, again.

"You need to stop being late alright!" said Osana.

"Alright!" replied Taro.

"You're lateness makes me feel worried about you, and it makes me feel like something bad happened to you..."

"Eh?"

"But it's not like I like you or anything! Idiot!"

This was their usual method of talking with each other, every day.

"You were so late, I had to walk myself to school this morning!"

"I said sorry already! I was held up!"

"What, by another, erm, I mean, um, a girl!"

"What's it to you if the one who held me up was a girl?"

"Nothing," said Osana, "Let's just go to class."

As this was happening, a certain black-haired girl, unseen, hid inside the bushes, watching them.

Later that day...

"Oh, what's this?" said Osana as she opened her shoe locker, "A note?" She opened the small envelope, which was sealed with a small heart sticker. It said:

Dear Osana,

Meet me on the top of the school roof at 5:00 pm today. I want to talk to you about something important.

From,

-Anonymous

"Who wrote this?" she thought. She looked at the handwriting carefully, examining the lines. "Wait, this is Taro's handwriting!" she exclaimed," Could it be, that he likes me? But I'm such a, a... Why would he like me? I like him, but, why me?" She stood there for what seemed like aeons, then, involuntarily, she started to slowly walk to the rooftop. "What am I doing?!" thought she,"Stupid, stupid, stupid! He wouldn't like me that way!" She tried to stop herself from walking up the stairs, but she couldn't; she was too curious; she wanted to know what Taro wanted to say. She opened the door to the rooftop of the school.

"Taro? Hello?" she said. No reactions. She checked her watch: 4:50 it said. "I guess he isn't here yet." Osana decided to wait on the western side of the school roof. It was a beautiful day the birds chirpped in the background searching for places to rest; and the Sun, oddly, started to slowly set, colouring the sky with a warm, sweet, orange and red colour. "If Taro is going to confess, he picked a good time to do it." said Osana. The Sun appeared to envelope everything in an orange warm glow. One could see everything in the school from that vantage point. The gardening club garden, the pool, the race track, and, the legendary, pink sakura tree. "I wish, if he was going to confess, he did it under that tree..." said Osana, lost in her thoughts.

Osana checked her watch again: 5:00. She heard footsteps come up from behind her coming closer and closer. "This is it! He's going to confess!" she thought. Osana grabbed the fencerail in anticipation. She started to sweat and her heart was racing. "Oh, Taro..." she sighed as she tried to turn, but then suddenly, with lightning speed, she was lifted by the legs,"What the?!" she exclaimed, and she was pushed over the rail. As she fell down, her life flashed before her eyes, it appeared that time had slowed down. All of her kind memories with Taro and her friends and her regrets came back to her; tears started to flow out. "I can't believe, this is the end..."she thought with sorrow, "My only regret, was that I didn't get to tell Taro how much I loved him..." As she fell, she saw the face of the killer. "You..." thought Osana. Then, she descended into eternal rest. Blood came out of her head, staining the ground around her limp body red. From above, a black-haired girl looked on in delight of her dastardly work.

"No one, will take my senpai... No one..." the black-haired girl said derangedly. A crazed, shrill laugh came from her, a laugh that would curdle the blood of those who hear it.

Crows cawed in the background, as black heralders of death. As the Sun setted slowly into the distance, shadows slowly covered the cold, dead, limp corpse of Osana Najimi, replacing the orange glow that once warmed her face.

The first blood has been spilt,

But who is the one that has the guilt?

Who is the one with the knife?

Who is the one that took the life

That still had many years to go?

What cruel person would shorten a youth's story!

Who would end a young woman's glory!

In death and pain and blood!

The reign of terror

The reign of derang'ed love

Takes it's first victim...

Hey everybody! Hiram Poe here! I am new to , and I would appreciate any comments on my writing style and stories. They help me to become a better writer.

So my plan for this story is this, the chapter's alternate between Himura Daichirou's diary and a normal story. Himura will sometimes make appearences in the normal story, depending on the circumstances. I will update this story irregularly, but I will try to update my stories as often as I can.

Thank you for reading and remember to comment on my work. Thank you.