"Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means "to be sick," and the second is deredere, used here for "lovestruck." A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an ext...
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"(Y/N)!" Japan cooed, her voice echoing throughout the halls. "Come out, my love! There is no use in running, the doors and windows are all sealed tightly with no chance of breaking them without the password!"
I panted heavily as I regathered my composure, sitting on the floor beside a pile of empty boxes. Japan had purposely made me stay after-school just to knock me out and wait until the building was locked to play her little sick hide and seek game.
"Fuck you, Japan! I hate you!" I shouted.
"How dare you!?" Her angered voice became louder as she grew closer. "You and I have been friends ever since we were little children—I took care of you when you and your stupid parents and siblings couldn't and now this is how you repay me!? By cursing at me and yelling at me!?"
"You killed my family and friends! You slaughtered everybody I ever loved and purposely locked me in this damn school!" I responded.
"I'm glad I did!" Her shadow could be seen, meaning that she was getting near. "Your so-called family and friends hurt you, they never even cared about you! I am the only person you have left, a person who actually does care! I love you!"
I did not reply this time, not wanting to give away my position.
"I'm going to find you, and when I do, I will have so much fun chasing you and tackling you, just like a cat and a mouse!" She giggled. "If you struggle and don't accept my love, I'll simply kill you and keep your precious body forever! Oh, how beautiful and gorgeous you'll look in red!"
I could see her through the small window of the door.
"If you do choose to accept my love, then we can live a happy life together, adopt or even have children of our own!" She turned and looked through the window into the room.
I let out a small gasp and covered my mouth as I fully hid myself behind the empty boxes. My heart beat extremely fast with the fear growing intensely within my body.
Japan opened the door and walked inside. "I know that you're here in this room, (Y/N)."
Refusing to let myself be known, I controlled my breathing and listened to her soft footsteps. She crept about the room, opening lockers that were big enough for me to hide inside. She would close them, anger slowly building inside her the more she failed to find me.
"Or maybe I won't kill you, I can easily just bring you home and torture you, make progress with you and eventually you will love me!" She violently pushed a desk onto its side, knocking over others as well.
My breathing became hard to control as a lump formed in my throat. I tried calming myself, tried to get myself to shut up, but nothing worked.
Her footsteps approached me.
"Why, isn't that cute?" She chuckled.
Immediately, I shot up onto my feet and ran across the room before she could take a hold of me.
Her glowing eyes terrified me, and the blood covering her clothing and knife disgusted and sickened me.
"Get away from me!" I exclaimed. "I don't want to be near you!"
Clutching her knife, she growled. "You will learn to love me!"
Raising the knife, she charged towards me. I reacted instantly and rushed for the door. I swung it open and ran out, Japan trailing closely behind me.
"You are everything that I'd die for, (Y/N)!" Japan said. "You are the only person I love, the one thing I need in my life that I must have!"
"No!" I shook my head. "I don't love you!"
Letting out an angered cry, Japan tackled me to the floor. She flipped me over onto my back and raised her knife.
"If I can't have your love, then no one can!"
I screamed as the last thing I saw was the blade of a knife penetrating my chest.
