Chapter Three - Strawberry or Chocolate?
The air outside tasted sweet and refreshing, compared to the inside oxygen Ayano had to breathe in for four or so hours. Many of her classes were meaningless to her, but some, such as biology, chemistry and language, would aid her in her conquest. Taking a seat on a bench, that overlooked the courtyard where she could clearly see Taro-senpai eat his lunch, Ayano sighed blissfully. This was her time to sit back and relax, watching senpai happily eat his lunch. This was also the time she could start to plot against Osana and the other girls who took interest in her senpai.
The scuffling of shoes distracted Ayano from her thoughts of murder. Scowling lightly, she glanced up and was mildly surprised to see Budo again. The martial arts club leader smiled hesitantly at her. In each of his hands was a cartoon of some type of drink.
"Do you like strawberry? Or chocolate?" he asked. Clearly he hadn't forgotten about his promise to make it up to her. If it would have been Ayano's choice in how he could repent for the earlier incident, she would have told him to get one of the girls to fall for him. One less girl to have to murder on her list. Although, murdering them was always fun - in it's own sick and twisted way, that is.
Indicating towards the pink cartoon, Ayano gestured for it. Catching on, Budo passed her the drink.
"Thank you."
"Your welcome."
Her voice sounded dead even to herself, as Ayano ignored that minor detail. It was already to late into tricking this boy to think that she was some innocent angel. Unwrapping the straw from it's plastic confinement, she glanced over the railing and had to bite hard on the straw.
Coming up behind senpai, was his childhood friend, Osana Najime. The orange haired girl huffed at seeing Taro, who smiled meekly at her. It could be plainly seen that Osana hadn't gotten over the episode from this morning, but she took a seat beside him nonetheless. They ate their lunches side by side. To any stranger, it would have had seemed as if they were a couple, just having a small quarrel.
Oh how Ayano was gonna enjoy slitting that girl's throat.
Her anger and blood lust must have slipped onto her face, because the next thing she knew, Budo had poked her on the forehead.
"Hey!" she exclaimed fiercely, rearing her head back as her attention shifted to the martial arts leader.
"You okay there, Aishi-chan? You looked pretty mad for a second." Budo casually said, shrugging his shoulders as he took a sip from his chocolate milk - utterly oblivious to Ayano's situation.
Tampering her anger down, noticing that senpai and Osana were now leaving the courtyard, Ayano stood up. Briskly, she walked past Budo, her strawberry drink having been crushed in her tight fist of rage. It's sticky liquid dripping down her hand, as the lovesick girl threw it away and left, before Budo could get a word in.
Sweat broke out on Ayano's forehead, as the petite girl heaved the body, towards the furnace. Maybe if her victim didn't have such large breasts, it would have been easier for her to carry the body. But no such luck was with Ayano. She continued to feebly pull the girl's hand along, having to use both hands, ditching the weapon she had used. Pausing, to catch some air and wipe the sweat away, Ayano continued to work fervently. This was only a small kill in her list of people to destroy.
Osana would be her last. Just for the fun of it.