Tsundere/Yandere

Chapter Two

The song above is I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy

-One Year Later-

Sarah dashes down the street, her earbuds blasting in her ears. Her book-bag swings, hitting her side as she goes. 'Hurry up, Sarah!' Amy cries in her head. 'We'll be late!'
"I know, I know!" Sarah says aloud, causing passersby to look her way as she zooms past them.

She dashes through the crowds of people, causing some to cry in outrage as she nearly knocks them over. "Sorry!". It has been a year since Amy had showed up, and a year since Mike's death. While she had been found innocent, most of the school saw it as murder. Ever since, they had avoided Sarah, but to be honest, she really didn't give a damn. While she had spilled her father's blood, she hadn't killed him. Her father had died long before that night. It wasn't her father. He may have looked like Mike, he may have sounded like Mike, but it certainly wasn't him. Sarah's father never would have laid a hand on her...not like he did that night.

Sarah, spotting her bus, picks up the pace. She jumps on the bus right before the doors close. She takes a moment to catch her breath before proceeding to walk to a holding rail. The other students holding onto the rail shift uncomfortably as they look her up and down. Her long, dark purple hair, containing one bright red streak towards the back. Her short leather jacket, with chains hanging from the sleeves. Her black stockings, ripped at the knees. Her dark, blue fingerless gloves. Her black combat boots. Everything about her screamed "stay away".

Sarah takes out her iPhone. She had gotten a job in order to pay for all of her living expenses. The bonus was that she had enough extra money to get a phone. She puts in the code, unlocking the screen and revealing all her apps, selecting the Itunes icon, revealing her songs. She chooses 'I Don't Care' by Fall Out Boy. She taps her foot and closes her eyes, letting the music sink in.

After a few minutes, the bus suddenly comes to a halt, sending Sarah flying. She shrieks as she's catapulted through the air, landing with a thud on something warm. A soft groan comes from the thing she landed on, causing her to open her eyes. She stares into the face of a boy about her age, his fiery orange eyes wide with shock. "S-sorry!" she stutters, shooting upwards as she feels her cheeks grow warm. Not only would her classmates be laughing about that, but Amy too.

Sarah reaches out her hand in an offer to help the boy up. He takes her hand, his spiky blond hair messed up from the fall. "Man," he laughs. "Not exactly how I expected to begin my first day." He rubs the back of his neck. "Who would've thought that a pretty girl would come flying right at me?"

The words catch Sarah and Amy off guard. 'Pretty?' Sarah and Amy think at the same time. The boy holds out his hand, causing Sarah to tilt her head. It wasn't often that someone offered a handshake to her. "Oh," he laughs, before bowing. "Ohayo gozaimasu!" The boy looks up. "My name is Jackson Terrei. I'm a new foreign exchange student."
"Judging by your accent, you're from America." Sarah says, before bowing in return. "Murasaki, Sarah."
"Nice to meet you, Murasaki-San." Jackson smiles. "And you're right, I am from America." Sarah nods, noting the American boy's extremely friendly and energetic personality. The bus comes to a stop in front of the school, causing Jackson and Sarah to be lost in the crowd.

Sarah enters the tall building, letting the cool air hit her face as she walks in. She walks to her locker, ignoring the cautious faces of the people around her. They stare at her as if she might explode at any moment, backing away as she draws near. Sarah didn't mind. She had grown accustomed to this treatment in the past year. Being shunned, avoided, bullied, but never ignored. They fear her too much for that.

Sarah puts in the combination for her locker and opens it, revealing several posters, books, notebooks, and two cubbyholes, one for her shoes, and one for her book-bag. She takes off her shoes and places them in the cubby before replacing them with a pair of slippers. She grabs her science binder and puts her backpack in her locker, before she heads up the stairs for her first class.

Sarah walks into the room and takes her usual seat towards the back, crossing her arms on her chest and legs under her desk. A tall woman with long, light-blue hair and ice-white eyes walks into the room. "Good morning, Seishin-Sensei." Sarah says, waving to her teacher. Seishin-Sensei was one of her favorite teachers. She was always so kind and understanding.

Seishin-Sensei turns her head to look at the girl, a kind smile on her face. "Good morning, Sarah-San." She turns her head back and heads to her desk before sitting down. "I trust you did your homework?" she says, looking up from the papers on her desk. "Hai, Sensei." Sarah answers. She wanted to get good grades. That way, she could get a scholarship, and maybe she could leave this damn country. Too many memories here...bad memories. Sarah would be glad when she got on an airplane, crossing mountains , and maybe even seas, to get to another country.

Before long, the first bell rings, causing Sarah to sigh. "And so, it begins." Seishin-Sensei chuckles, before a large mob of students come stampeding into the classroom. This was normal for her class. Even though they were in advanced education, most of them tended to slack, and show up and do things at the last minute. Sarah had struggled day and night in order to get as far as she has, and the fact that so many people take it so lightly drives her crazy. Sometimes it made her want to pull her hair out.

As usual, all of the seats near her were vacant. The snobs then had the audacity to glare at her. Even though they said nothing, for fear of the girl, they made it as clear as possible on a daily basis that she was not one of them. These spoiled brats, who had everything they ever wanted, who never even lifted a finger to get something, dared to think her worthless. She was the one who had worked so hard. The one who studied constantly. The one who had to work two jobs a day, along with school. The one who had to pay the bills... The one who had to raise herself.... They have no right, but Sarah bears with it every day.

A tall, blond figure in the corner of Sarah's eye catches her attention. A tall boy with spiky blond hair enters the room. "Uhh, is this room A-14?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. Sarah widens her eyes, recognizing that blond hair, and that voice. Her cheeks redden as she remembers the events of that morning, while Amy laughs hysterically at the same memory. 'Shut up, Amy!' Sarah thinks. 'Can't!' she cackles in their head, 'Too busy dying!' causing Sarah to roll her eyes in annoyance.

"You must be the new student..." Sensei says in her soft voice as she stands up and walks over to the boy. "Yes, dear, this is room A-14. Do you have your information sheet?"

"Hai," he nods, before reaching into his pocket and handing a folded sheet of paper to the tall woman. She takes the note in her hand and scans the contents of the paper with her eyes, before looking up from it with a kind smile and soft eyes. She turns to face the students, clearing her throat for their attention, especially the girls, who are giggling like crazy.

"Class, this is Terrei, Jackson. He is an exchange student from America. Due to the fact that he is not entirely accustomed to Japan, and it's customs, he will require a guide. Are there any volun..." Sensei is cut off as almost all of the girls in the room shoot up from their seats, hands raised high in the air. "...teers." She sweatdrops as she looks around, before her eyes land on the face of the one girl who's hand is still down. "Murasaki."

Sarah's eyes widen. 'Oh, shit' she thinks. Of all of the people that Sensei could have called on, it just had to be her. The other girls turn their heads to glare at her. If words could harm a person, Sarah would be suffering the most awful death imaginable. Jackson's eyes light up at the mention of Sarah's last name. "Take your seat next to Murasaki, Sarah, Terrei-San." Sensei says.

The girls of the class sit back down and start murmuring to each other as Jackson walks down the rows. "...little slut!" Sarah catches. "...the purple demon?" a girl with green hair says, referring to the nickname given to Sarah. "She's his... poor boy...dead in no time!" exclaims a ravenette.

Jackson sits in the seat next to Sarah's, a big grin on his face as he waves. "Sup, Murasakiiro no cho?" he says, causing a vein to pop on Sarah's forehead. "Murasakiiro no cho?" she hisses under her breath. Why was he calling her a purple butterfly? "You have purple hair," he says simply, shrugging. "and we met when you were flying through the air."

This statement causes Sarah's vein to pop even more, while Amy bursts out laughing yet again. "I prefer to be called Murasaki," she growls. "I don't want the word 'butterfly' added to it." she gives him a sideways glance. "Clear?" Jackson nods, playfully saluting the girl. "Hai, Murasakiiro no Tori!" he says, causing Sarah's eye to twitch in annoyance. 'Like purple bird was so much better?'