Wavering Emotions: A Natsuki x Yuri Fanfic

Chapter One

Freshly brewed tea and a novel whose size matched her physique: these specific items are what Yuri considered nirvana. After a stressful day, or perhaps at her own will, the girl would open the book, pick up where she left off, and commence a tea-to-lips ceremony. At least, that would be the case if an entity didn't peer into the clubroom.

Once, twice, or even three times a week, if they deemed the action appropriate, a set of pink eyes planted themselves onto the window. The girl, who appeared shorter than the academic reader, would glimpse into the room and observe.

What the smaller-than-average stalker stalked is unknown, Yuri couldn't help herself but feel like the target's prey. Such glorification, along with those beady cotton-candy-like eyes. It would be rude not to recognize their efforts.

So whenever the yandere positioned her book down, took a sip of Jasmine Tea, or any action that led to sight distraction, she would send a smile whose falseness failed to fool the absentminded. That smile alone turned the stalker away, just like it did today.

The observer, now astray, resulted in a sigh of relief. While some considered the act chargeable by law, Yuri couldn't help but embrace mixed opinions. No fowl intentions surfaced upon the glance of the girl, so the overthinker worried herself for no reason. In the same sense, the act was peculiarly weird, hence why her insecurity increased thanks to the figure's eyes.

Novel in hand, the individual who stopped their studious actions continued, "..." An attempt to resume the chapter they left off concluded, upon the sight of the identical figure earlier, in the same doorway, only this time, they embodied a new gesture.

A smile, complemented with an exposed canine, developed a blush onto Yuri. There's nobody else in this room, nor is there a comedy movie, so with deductive knowledge, the purple-haired girl assumed the salutation was directed toward her.

The entity disappeared out of the panel; hopefully, no more interactions with her, or anyone for that matter, occurred right now. The book she held in her hand alone was the main priority: not even the door which swung open at this specific moment could interfere said plans.

The doorknob, along with the bricks, collided together to make a repercussion, "Who would have thought we'd get someone else to join the literature club!" The recreational group's vice president cheered in amusement towards her higher up.

"Who said I'd be a member!" Behind the two, a squeaky voice overlapped those who had higher power. This new voice perked Yuri's curiosity; the conclusion of further attempts to read began in exchange for questions, which provided harmful results.

Deductive reasons that revolved around the new entities stay ensued in the yandere's mind, "Why feel obliged to join a literature club when you adore pots and pans? Last time I checked, the school had multiple spots in their culinary department." Hostility plagued her once tranquil mind; they say changes are inevitable, but her mind refused to accept this possibility.

Although, the heart of the malicious individual lied about their motivation. Modifications to their everyday life couldn't bother them in the slightest; personally, the person feared the companionable acts that ensured before the application process.

Simplistic hospitality-like actions exhibit kindness, along with concern towards the one who received mentioned affection: those jovial acts alone evolve into friendship— a term which agonized the eavesdropper.

Since the traumatic event before her eighth birthday, Yuri's isolation ceased—

"Are you done? I have a life; unlike you, I need questions answered." The squeaky voice toppled the responder's recollection process.

Pink cotton-candy hair, with their eyes the same shade; flat chest where an assumption of a crossdresser might arise; an oddly familiar canine when communication engaged: of course, this would be the stalker who stalked Yuri in her free time.

"Hey! Would you listen to someone for once in your life!" The petite individual barked in aggravation. You'd think that someone who wasted their time on someone would be less belligerent and more friendly.

Unable to recall the query, the woman in question scouted the room as a sense of apprehension consumed their nature, "T-The textbooks are behind the s-shelf?" An arrow directed towards the front of the room appeared with a flick of her wrist.

"What? Are you a pothead? I didn't mention a shelf or textbooks. I asked why you sent a creepy smile my way earlier." Confused, the aggravation before this query decreased subtly.

"Says the one who prowled on me for numerous days." Avoidance of the question ensued upon the re-entry of the opposite party's mind. There's no reason to waste time or brain cells on a conversation that'll only harm Yuri in the end.

What was expected to be minutes resulted in seconds: her predator now preyed on Sayori. While the ex-target can't confirm the allegations, she swore that her name was mentioned more than five times in that conversation.

Interventions would ensure the hunter kept her name out of her mouth, yet she wasn't oblivious: underneath that feisty, petite, arrogant female possessed manipulative traits. By confrontation, the puppet would only engage in what her puppet master wanted.

"What're the true intentions beneath that mask..." The purple-haired puppet adjusted her strings to tilt her head sideways towards her master. The state of perplexion she occupied bedazzled herself; the last time she's felt this baffled occurred a decade ago.

"Ooh! Does she spike your interests?"

"Very funny, shouldn't I be the one to ask with you and Monika?"

"Someone's a stickler today, aren't we?" A bang on her desk, followed by an eye roll, commanded the unamused member to grab their utensil. While Yuri wasn't generally hostile, moments like Sayori's bubbly witticisms didn't help the girl whatsoever.

A sigh plagued the isolated environment minutes after the jovial friend's departure: underneath her shrew, philosophical nature, the sour-filled female couldn't parse words that possessed the same connotation as her mood.

"Miss, 'I waste time for fun,' was it? I'd appreciate the gesture if you'd finish." A hand collided with the desk; a paper, written in pencil, followed after the slam.

" 'I'd appreciate' additional time."

"Well, people don't get what they want in this world."

"Go to Sayori, or Monika. I should finish by th— " Midst of speech, petite hands whose size constituted as minuscule, grabbed the blank sheet in exchange for theirs.

"What are your motives?" Sheet in hand, the barbaric clubgoer pretended to read before the voice in front delivered a question.

"I'm sorr— "

"You've prowled on me for weeks, barged into my haven, caused perplexion that even I can't fathom, and addressed me like a discarded tea pouch. Unless you have resentment towards me, explain those measures."

The document once occupied by the confronted dropped, "You dare to accuse me of a grudge? You're the one who stared at me that one day! You're the malicious one; I'll accept that apology when you're ready, idiot!"

"Please, can you be different from any generic tsundere? At least increase the ideals of your word—"

Before recollection of her stuff, physical contact on one's face reverberated off the walls, "Until that wench apologizes, don't consider my application!" The door, in excessive force, over-cumbered the slap before the departure.