MiNe//// (Psycho Yandere Girl x Male Reader)

~Stella~

32 years ago I was just a normal girl with my foster family, no information about my biological parents until I was 4 years old. At that point, I finally met her, my mother.

"Are you...my mommy?"
"Yes sweetie. My my, my baby has grown so beautiful. Mommy and Daddy missed you so.."

Dad was with her too, but only as a head. I was so young, yet had so many questions that I wanted answers to, and she answered them all with just a stare into my eyes. That was the first time I've experienced the ability of our eyes and because of that, Immediately I wasn't a normal girl anymore; I understood everything.

Mom was good with Dad, until he wanted to escape from her for his wife. I was young but understood that once you're chosen by our bloodline...there's no escaping from them. Dad unfortunately died and beheaded after learning that, but fortunate because he's with mom forever. During that incident she turned herself in to this asylum and I was put up for adoption.

I came back home to my foster family, but not the same way I left. It didn't take long for me to feel my urges; my urges to kill. Foster mommy, dead, foster daddy, dead. I stabbed them in their sleeps, and I enjoyed it.
My siblings, my two foster sisters; I stabbed one...and kidnapped the other. The stabbed one was spared, and I couldn't have the guts to kill the other; Corona and Kusaka felt too important to me to just kill them.

A lot of times I had to realize that I had a human part of me, and that part of me hates being alone; I couldn't kill my sisters because they were the ones I was really close to. I wanted things to be normal again but I already made it impossible for that to happen; I had to live with the path of my two sisters distant from me. It was burdensome; until I encountered Y/N.

I started kindergarten whilst making two more friends; Pauline and Cody. My third day, I saw Y/N walking with his mother. I saw him and...immediately I loved him, my heart was calling out loud for him, already claiming him; I thought of just murdering his mom and stealing him away. Meanwhile my love grew, my urges did too. The urge to kill whoever gets between me and him, I didn't quite understood it at first so I had to visit mom and talk to her about it.

"You've found him dear, your purpose. What you are feeling is natural as you grow older. With him in your life, you'll be complete; do whatever it takes to sustain your relationship with him, even if it means killing someone to do so. Live by your ways sweetheart, don't let the human part of you hold you down. Softhearted won't let you keep what's yours dear, always remember that."

I listened, I gave my human side up for the sake of the one I love; that's what I thought I did. I was soft to wait until high school to claim him and start a family with him, but that backfired when the class representative asked him out before I did.

Mom warned me the first time I met her about Mihoki Ochaiko, that she might come to me to propose taking her place when in reality she just wanted to take my body. High school she started her little trial to see if I was capable; with the class representative as her first lab rat.

Vanessa Simpson, the class representative asked Y/N out for a date and they did got together. That was her first mistake and that was when I stopped being softhearted. I encountered her when she was going home that evening; I never wanted her to breathe after our encounter. How stupid she was to call Y/N for help instead of the police, not like the police would help. I stabbed her to death and they couldn't even find the killer.

The bitch was dead so I had to do one thing and that's claiming what was mine. He doesn't need closure from her, only closure he needed was me. A simple lust aroma of mine and getting caught touching myself did just the trick.

Nido Amanda, another of her lab rats, was first impressioned as Y/N's friend, but I didn't trust her one bit. I found a love letter from her in Y/N's locker that same day and she had to die for even having feelings for him. A nice bat across her head and an uncontrollable bus running over her head was the best thing for her.