Nanou is my headcanon Kuroha singing voice. JUST LISTEN TO THAT CHORUS. watch?v=k2tQuGiTJww

When the next morning rolled around, you awakened to find your bed empty of what was supposed to be it's second captive. You never thought that Kuroha even went to sleep last night, after the fight you got into. Your head throbbed from where he had hit you, but what you could recall faintly was Kuroha demanded to use your computer, and you denied access to that privilege because you was sure that he'd break it in half. He slapped you in anger and jumped out of the window, and never returned. At least that was what you assumed.

Rolling over from your spot on the bed, you rose slowly to see your desktop computer in it's spot, your earbuds handing out of the computer jack. You found that odd. You thought that they were around your iPod from where you last left them, but you guessed that you had plugged them up there and forgot about it. You were a rather forgetful person, so this was a good thesis.

You trudged over to your mirror, the cold air of your room making your shiver. You moved some of your hair to gaze at the giant bruise forming on the side of your head. Great, there was no way that you could cover that giant sight for sore eyes! Not ever concealer would get it's job done! You tapped it and winced, drawing your hand back quickly. Your parents would ask you what happened, and it would be obvious that a person injured you. You fell down from your bed. Yes, that was a good excuse, hopefully. The stairs would be too obvious of a cover up. You hadn't been downstairs since last night, so your Mother would know something was up.

"Great, I have to go to school with this." You said aloud, opening your closet and dressing in something casual that you liked. You honestly would love to delude yourself that the Kuroha events were all fables and fiction, but the bruise told a different story. That damned snake was ruining your life! You can't talk back to him, you can't think straight, you can't do anything. All you can do is follow him around and allow him to do whatever destruction he wants, and you stop him when it's too late. Was this going to be a repeated cycle between the time you shared here?

No.

You had to buck up and take the dominance in this contract. You couldn't allow him to do these things. Why did this happen to you, out of all people? You weren't special at all, out of the plethora of other fangirls in Kagerou Days who favored Kuroha. Surely, they would have treated Kuroha kinder. Surely they would haven't had made him cry tears of anger and confusion. Surely, they wouldn't be you.

But Kuroha murdered the Mekakushi without mercy! Kuroha killed Ene and Haruka and turned them into what they are now, not caring what he had done with them! He damned everyone, and shouldn't be cared about! He doesn't care about you, and he never will! He's only leeching off of you for survival!

You were so confused. And hurt. It hurt. It hurt a lot to think. Were you with him, or against him?!

WHAT?

Knock, Knock, Knock. The steady rhythm echoed against the glass of your window. Trembling, you walked over and saw Kuroha squatting in front of it onto the roof. The rain outside was pouring down heavily upon him, and he appeared to have dark spots under his eyes. It was odd that this was the first time you had noticed these, but because he possibly didn't sleep last night, they just became more apparent. You opened your windows, and he jumped past you with his incredible superhuman abilities and landed on the floor, dripping water everywhere.

"Your neighborhood is certainly a small community to be in, but small enough to be memorized by yours truly. Tomorrow, I'll scout out the town, if time permits me to." He said. You picked up his discarded towel from yesterday and slung it over him. He turned around quickly in surprise, then realized what you did. "Don't you EVER sneak up on me and do anything like that again!"

"Listen, Kuroha, you're dripping water all over my floors, and I'm trying to get you dried off! Gosh, you're such an irritating, spoiled prick!" You exclaimed. He took the towel off and dropped it onto the floor.

"And you're a defiling, blithering brat. I'd sling you out of the window right now if I had free will!" He said in a raspy voice.

"You're a secluded snake who only cares about himself!"

"You're an ignorant twit who has no personal thoughts of her own because she has no brain to process any!"

"DRY YOURSELF OFF." You screamed, shoving the towel over his head. He shoved it back onto your head, and you screamed, though it was muffled. He shoved you down onto your bed as he held you down, suffocating you. Yes, suffocating you. You gagged and tried to hold your breath, struggling under Kuroha's grip, and you could hear him laughing roughly. You started crying tears of fear, the fear that this would be the end, and the laughing stopped. He let go of you, and got off the bed. You tore off the towel and took deep breaths of air, your sobbing made you choke back in between your gasps.

Kuroha's neutral expression didn't falter, and he slowly reached out towards you. You slapped his hand away, tossing the towel at him. He quickly grabbed it and put it over his head, rubbing it dry in silence.

He was dangerous. He was a killer. What made you think twice about pitying him?! You wanted nothing to do with him! Who did, besides Andrew and his trolling! He deserved what he had suffered through!

Kuroha walked back over to the opposite side of the room and slid down into the corner, placing the towel around his shoulders. "Forgive me, Master. I got carried away."

"Carried away?! CARRIED AWAY?! You tried to KILL ME!" You screamed, bursting into more tears. You couldn't control your crying, and your body shook the more you tried to calm yourself down.

"I couldn't stop, alright?! Alright!" He yelled, causing you to cease your obnoxious crying. He exhaled sharply and paused for a few more moments. "Please, stop crying, Master."

Your crying slowed, but persisted. "I'll sing you a short tune that's been stuck in my head during a few time loops ago, if it makes you feel better. As Kenjiro, his daughter always gushed over this annoying idol who only put out one hit album, and oh, how annoyingly upbeat and catchy that terrible tune was. Thank God I was never around during the daytime. I would never survive. When I was on his computer, I accidentally played it and I had no idea how to turn it off, so it kept going and going. I got the entire thing stuck in my head overnight. That's it, I am quitting this life! Sure, the pay is nothing to complain! Ugh, what a sickening song." He sung the lyrics quietly, but he... didn't sound half bad. Sure, his voice was a little rough, but, not bad.

He noticed that you calmed down, and continued. "It only got worse from there when she spit out another song for the brat she was trying to cheer up. That one was even worse, though thankfully not as popular. When I killed her, I sung her her most famous debut song as a little memento. She certainly quit her little life, that's what."

"Why are you telling me this?" You asked, wiping your tears away.

"It calmed you down, didn't it?" He said. "I don't need your screaming to alert the entire household of my being... you think they would have heard us by now." You nodded, rubbing your throat. Andrew probably provided some form of distraction, so that's why no one made any move to investigate what happened. You checked the clock hanging on the wall. Around 6 AM, that meant that school was starting soon. Great. You were going to have to leave with the risk of Kuroha following. Wouldn't that be the most safe and fun school environment in the history of ever?

"Kuroha, today's a school day, and I want you to stay here... I don't want to deal with you, at all." You said.

"I can imagine why not. I'm sure your school would accept me with open arms." He sassed, unplugging your headphones and swinging them around. "Intrigue me, what am I to do while my beloved Master departs? Just sit here, rot away with nothing to do?"

"You can't be seen by my Mother, you can't be seen by my Father, and I'll give you permission to roam around as long as you know that you aren't seen." You responded, picking up your backpack from the corner of the room and slinging it over your shoulder. "The computer is free for you to use, and so is my bookshelf. I just don't want to see you at school, alright?"

He looked at you with a satisfied face. "If my Master wants me out of sight, then I'll stay out of sight."

"You're being strangely compliant today." You noticed, taking your headphones from him and unplugging your iPod from the wall.

"I just happen to be in an uplifted mood at the moment, that's all, Master. Consider it a ray of light in a storm." He paused, sighing. "Ah, school. Humans never realize how quickly things change. One moment, they're learning to talk. The next, they're falling in a hopeless spiral of love, and for the finale, they die, and that's it. No one is truly important in this world, because in the end, you're all worthless, lost souls trapped here on this begotten planet, thinking that you mean something. There's the meaning of life, Master. It must be wonderful to be wrapped up in a safety bubble of ignorance as time continues to speed by. What a truly stupid, unfortunate way to live." He chuckled to himself, sitting down in your office chair and Kuroha kicked the ground, spinning around.

"You're so philosophical, you should write a book." You muttered. He kicked the seat over to fly in front of your computer, slapping his hand against the wall to stop himself from hitting it. He hummed a strangely familiar tune as he flipped it on, leaning back. "I'm leaving now. Remember what I said."

"Yes, yes, I heed your commands. Now, depart and begone." Kuroha didn't bother to look at you, waving you off. You shut the door softly and walked down the hallway, hurrying down the stairs and out the door. You didn't bother to retrieve breakfast because you were too excited to eat right now. The rain poured onto your head as you pulled your jacket onto you. Andrew was inside of his truck, turning on the radio to full blast. He looked up from his phone and nodded towards you. You climbed in the passenger seat and buckled your seat beat, and together, you drove off towards school.

"How's Kurofucker?" Andrew casually asked, pushing up his glasses.

"Lovely. We had a moment of bonding this morning." You said, thinking back to him almost suffocating you. You held your hands together to keep from shaking. The radio played a popular pop song from Lorde, you believed, and he turned it up. "He agreed to stay home, but I'm certain that he's going to break rules and follow me somehow. Andrew, what are we going to do?"

"I would say troll the fuck out of him, but that's not a logical response. _, I'm not sure, alright? I'm not. Trolling him is the only way of replacing me screaming and running in the opposite direction." You both sat there in a few seconds of silence. "It's still worth it."

"I admit, it was rather funny. But we need to figure out what we're going to do about him staying there. He's not going to stay put forever, you know. He's eventually going to get bored and roam around town, probably slaughtering people as an outlet." You exaggerated, making hand movements as you explained this.

"I think he has enough logical sense sealed inside of him not to do that as freely as he wants... What am I saying? It's Kuroha for heaven's sake! He does what he wants!"

"What are we going to do?!"

"Let's figure out the basics, firstly. You have to realize that you're the boss in this relationship with him, so you got to do the do and take control. He's just giddy that he can't control you, so he's pissed, I guess." Andrew explained. He pulled up at a stop light and stopped the truck. You slapped him on the arm for his small joke, and he laughed childishly. "Alright, alright. You also have to be careful about what he does in public, because he's a man of his own fucks. He has none to give and does what he wants. As the Master, you can't let him do that garbage."

"After the mall, duh!" You exclaimed, seeing the school pull into view. he slowed down as he circled your school's parking lot. You unbuckled your seat belt. "Well, I guess this is sayonara, you fucking nerd."

"Wait!" He exclaimed, stopping the vehicle. " You can't tell anyone about him. No one, unless you find it absolutely and totally necessary. The only example I can think to give you is if Kuroha tries to legit break in and set the building on fire while killing some puppy orphans or something. I'm being serious. He is our dirty secret, and no one must know for their own safety."

To be honest, Andrew scared you from how serious he was acting. "O-Okay, Andrew, I swear."

"You have to solemnly swear, lil' Sis."

"I solemnly swear, alright? I honestly don't want anyone to know myself." You said. He nodded, slowly and then quickly. He popped the lock open. You opened and jumped out, slamming the door shut and hurried inside of your school. You nervously walked past the front doors and entered the hallways, passing by familiar faces from different and the same grade levels.

What Kuroha said did get under your skin. Sooner or later, you would leave school and be out in the world, searching for a career. You would soon have your own significant other who would fall for you, and then you would age and die. This life really was too short. What about the people you attended school with? Did they realize this? Were they really concealed in that precious bubble of ignorance that Kuroha said existed? Did they ever think twice about this?

You stopped by the stairs that led to the second story of the school and waited for your friend, Jeremiah McClain. You honestly had just moved to this town a few weeks ago, and since you were the quiet girl, you abstained from talking to others. Jeremiah was the guy who befriended you because he was also a drifter with no friends in the school, and decided that this was his chance to start anew. He was a rather funny character who always dressed in dark, baggy clothing to hide the fact that he was overweight, and always wore a hat over his shaggy, black hair that he sometimes was fussed over by the teachers for wearing. He was a fan of Japanese anime, and you were recently getting him into the Kagerou Project. Since he played guitar, he had been strumming Yuukei Yesterday for the past week once you said that it was a good song, and it annoyed and pleased you at the same time.

Speak of the guy, Jeremiah was taking his time walking up to you with his guitar strapped around his back with his black shoulder bag hitting his sides. He looked up at you and gave a slight grin, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. You smiled back, pleased to finally have someone normal around you. Normal, what an abused term. Was there even a sturdy definition of normal anymore?

"I'd greet you like a friend-zoning neck beard, but sadly, I do not own a fedora, nor do I have a neck beard. So, I guess a simple hello will do." He greeted, giving a cheesy bow and tipped his hat. You laughed at his terrible internet joke.

"And a good morning to you, too." You started going up the stairs and he followed. "So, what's new?"

" I learned how to play a special tune for you. Now, I know how much you loved my last performance, so I'm sure you'll love this song that you have got stuck in my head for the past two days." Leaning against the wall as soon as you both reached the top, he swung it around on his chest and began strumming the main chorus of Yobanashi Deceive. You smiled on impulse as he sung the English Dub crudely to get on your nerves, and then it hit you: That was the tune that Kuroha was humming this morning.

"Oh, my God." You muttered. Jeremiah ceased his playing.

"_? What's wrong? Is my guitar playing that stunning?" He said, swinging it back around him. You shook your head, putting on a tight lipped smile while hiding your trembling.

"You missed a note or two. I still can't believe you actually tried to memorize the song for me." You lied. If Kuroha knew what Yobanashi Deceive's tune was, then that means that he looked up all the songs while you were sleeping! And if he did, he knows about his fan base... this was awful! This was all your fault! You and your big mouth! You just had to tell him what he was from!

But... then again... it's not like it affected him in any way. His story was completed, and there was nothing he could do to change it. It was still rather off that he knew about the songs, though. It was like 4th wall breaking. You guessed that it was 4th wall breaking, since you couldn't consider it anything else.

"Ah! Ah! Rude, Mrs. _. When I become famous in the music industry, I'll compose a special response song for this moment. I think I'll call it "Bold and Brash." He referenced. Jeremiah had the dream of becoming a famous singer in the music industry just to troll the media. That seemed to be a thing that Andrew and him had in common. They were both giant nerds with the instinct to troll. Dear God, if you told him about Kuroha, surely him and Andrew would team up to chuck peanuts at him.

"More like, "Belongs In The Trash." You shot back. He snorted on impulse, and then the both of you laughed at that.

"I'm about to get to Outer Science in the series, the one with the great and mighty Kuroha. Anything that I should know before I watch the quite possibly even more catchy bloodbath?" He asked, noticing that the bell was about to ring.

"Yes, that he's a total asshole." You said this from the bottom of your heart. You would have found this funny that Jeremiah had no clue that you were living with the real Kuroha, if only it was. If only.

"Isn't all the anime husbandos kids wet their panties over? Welp, I better skip over to band before Mr. Butler gets my rear on his mantle. You should summon up Ripely over here and get them to put me in the record book for "Student Who Came In Tardy So Many Times That We Lost Count." That'll be one way to get on the road to Hollywood." You shook your head in disappointment.

"You are literally the worst." He grinned in accomplishment.

"Then my job here is done. Farewell, _." The bell rang with perfect timing, and you both departed down the hallways to your classes. Your first class was your favorite; Literature with the famous Jason Caulfield. The thing about what made the class so enjoyable was that Mr. Caulfield was probably the most burnt out teacher in the universe. You wondered how he even was roped into teaching since he seems like he hates kids so much. Maybe it was the fact that he loved spotting bad literature and ranting about it for long periods of time, but you digressed.

Walking into the classroom, you took your seat by the back corner and watched the other students file in. You wondered what it would be like if Kuroha was here. You could see the weird looks and comments that he would gain as he sat in the empty seat in front of you, grinning creepily. Maybe he would smack several people with the thick textbook out on your desk when they annoyed him. You almost wanted to see Kuroha at school, impersonating a student and making people mentally break down at the harsh words he had to offer. You wanted to see several jerks get their arrogance handed to them with a 1 on 1 battle with Kuroha and his snakes. Andrew's words echoed back to you, and you agreed. That was too dangerous.

"Alright, class, can we please start out the day with the symphony of absolute silence?" Caulfield asked with his rough voice, walking into the classroom with a rectangle shaped tank, covered with a sheet in his arms. The class ignored his request and continued talking, which wasn't a total shocker. You took out a book that you enjoyed and opened to the middle of it where you left off. Well, leave it up to you to be one of the few that actually minded orders. School was prepping you for the real world, after all. Might as well learn to roll with it.

"I said, quiet, guys. Quiet." The talking ceased, and Mr. Caulfield nodded in approval. "Thank you. Anyways, due to some mysterious events that I shall not disclose because this story would take way too long to explain, we're going to have a class pet for the time being! Yay!" This peaked the class's curiosity, and Mr. Caulfeild now had their full attention.

"What kind of pet?" A girl named Brandy blurted out, her dirty, curly blonde hair bobbed as she made a head movement while talking. "Is it cute?"

"No, it is a terrifying snake." Mr. Caulfield said with no energy in his voice, removing the sheet. Your heart sped up once you spotted a black snake within the tank, raising it's body upwards like it was looking out at the crowd, poking out it's purple underbelly. The class murmured. "Let's just say that I'm stuck with this little beast for a while because it was in my garden last night, and wouldn't leave me alone. So, I went," You know what? Since we just read the story of Lilith and it was approved by the school board since it does not appear to be venomous, why not bring it in as a little pet?" Then, I picked it up with a hose and stuck it in the thing, screaming like a little girl, and I brought it here."

The class laughed at the mention of his screaming. "I thought that you weren't going to tell us the story." A blonde kid named Brantely asked.

"I said that in order to get you to pay attention." Mr. Caulfield stroked his beard. "Before you all sarcastically ask me to name it, I have chosen the name Fluffy for it. Now, on to roll call." You droned everyone's laughter out as you kept focusing on the snake, which stared back at you.

Could it be... Could it really be... No, no. You told Kuroha to stay at home, right? You recalled what you said, and you realized the loop holes in your words. You instructed him to stay out of your sight, by which he could get around by turning himself into a snake, which you wouldn't recognize him as. Great. Just great. He had to worm his way into your schooling! Damn him!

You couldn't tear you attention away from the snake as Mr. Caulfield decided to change the subject. "Today, class, we will begin the wonderful unit of Romeo and Juliet, and I know how much you kids like to read old English! With that in mind, we'll be reading the first couple acts out loud, and the rest, you will take home and interpret for yourselves. Consider that easy homework." The snake cocked it's tiny head at you curiously, and you tore your eyes away from it. In case it really was Kuroha, you had to pretend like you didn't notice or care in order to throw him off of worrying you. Mr. Caulfield passed back copies of Romeo and Juliet, and you carefully took yours. You made your eyes focus on the bold title instead of that damn snake, that... was still watching you!

"So, does anyone know about the story of Romeo and Juliet? I'm sure everyone in here by now does. Well, here's the thing. If you think it's one of those stories with a magical, happy ending of powerful romance, you're all dead wrong!" He flopped down in his chair, holding his copy of the play. "It's a story about a couple of idiot kids who cause a bunch of deaths due to their idiocy due to them falling in love after meeting within one day. That's it, that's the story."

"Spoiler alert!" Brantely yelled, and some of the class laughed at his obnoxious behavior. You rolled your eyes and shot another look to the snake. Fluffy, yes you were going to call it that, had changed positions, but it's head was still turned in your direction. You mouthed a curse word towards it, and it cocked it's head again. Yes, it had to be Kuroha. That was Kuroha, right over there.

"It's been spoiled before you were born." Mr. Caulfield responded. "And during your childhood if you ever payed attention." Insert more laughing.

"Anyways, this is one of those stories that give off an ironic twist that shows the downsides and faults within the concept of love. Sure, we've heard over the duration of our lives how great love is, but has anyone considered how love can also be foolish and impractical? Well, Willy Shakespeare is here to tell you about that in one of his most famous tragedies, that has also been ironically portrayed as a wonderful romance when referenced in the media. He's probably still rolling in his grave. I would too." He started tapping his pencil. "Maybe he also wrote it as a cautionary tale in order to guide you all not to be reckless with your actions, but I consider him the troll of his era, so maybe not."

You couldn't concentrate on what Mr. Caulfield was saying with that snake watching you. You were certainly going to give Kuroha the uttermost hell when you got home. As the time passed on, your class took turns reading Act 1 and 2 aloud as Mr. Caulfield explained it in his sarcastic manner, and before you knew it, the bell rung it's chime. Students got up from their seats and departed out the door, as well as Mr. Caulfield. Approaching the snake tank, you glared at it the best you could.

"I know it's you, Kuroha. You think it's funny that you went and smarted your way through my order, huh? Well, it's not! You didn't fool me, you stupid snake! I caught you red handed! I'm going to raise up hell when I get home with you! And I'll make sure Andrew calls you Fuckboy, too!" You yelled at the snake. It laid it's head down at the bottom of the tank, teasingly. You smacked the glass and turned to walk out. Jeremiah was in the door frame, looking heavily confused. Great. Curse that snake. He loved to see you suffer.

"I knew that you wished for anime characters to be real in the past, but this is kinda taking it a little too far, _."

"Shut it!"

Fun facts:

Jeremiah is a character I made for a story in Horror Fiction, and I thought that he was so good, I decided to use him here.

Mr. Caulfield is based off of my Horror Fiction teacher.

Oh no, Kuroha may or may not be stalking you. What will happen? Will Caulfield ever get his promotion? Will Jeremiah ever stop being a friend zoner who really isn't a friend zoner? Will Andrew ever win the Skeleton War?