"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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No matter which time of day it was, the ship would regularly get attacked, causing panic and extreme negative emotions to fill my body. However, my captors always resulted in winning the battles against other ships. I have overheard from many conversations throughout my time being held in this small and cramped tank that Russia and his father, the Soviet Union, have become the most feared pirates in both the seas and on land. Many of the crewmembers have perished in different battles, but Russia and the Soviet Union did not care about them, they only focused on a single being, and that was me.
I was treated like royalty, given many presents by Russia and the Soviet Union, special foods were prepared for me, and my tank even got decorated to make it seem like the ocean. I knew what they were attempting to do, trying to make me forget about my previous life in the open seas. They wanted to make it seem like I was better off with them, but no, I hated this. I wanted to get away from these disgusting humans and be let go to swim freely.
Russia was gone, leaving me all by myself in his room. It was pure silence, but the ship gently swayed along with the waves of the ocean.
Sitting myself upon the floor of the water-filled tank, I stare up at the ceiling and begin to sing. The only moments I sang were when I was left alone. I refused to allow anyone else to hear me sing. Russia and his father have yelled at me for not singing or obeying certain demands, sometimes even harming me. They have stopped doing that though.
I continued to sing, letting the negative feelings within me pour out through my open mouth. Once my vocal cords had enough and I rested my back against the side of the tank, my lips formed a frown.
"Incredible, I must say!" I jolted and perked up, snapping my head over to Russia, who I did not know had been in the room for quite a while now.
He walked over in front of my tank. "I knew I would catch you singing one day."
I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment.
"Aw, there is no need to be ashamed or embarrassed, your voice sounds exactly like how I would imagine an angel's voice to be." He smiled as he looked into my eyes.
Russia moved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful looking doll. I placed my hands against the glass of the tank and admired the doll, wanting it.
"My father made it for you." He said, raising it above the tank. I swam up and attempted to grab it, but he held it higher. I frowned and looked down at Russia who had a smirk on his face.
