Tsundere/Yandere

Chapter Five

"Amy?" the woman asks, her dark brown eyes filled with interest. "Yes." the girl answers, her face blank. The woman takes out a clipboard and pen, then starts scribbling down notes. "And, why are you here?" The girl straightens up a bit, and looks the woman right in the eye. "I am here to protect her.""From what?" the redhead asks, still taking notes. "Pain."

The woman looks up from her notes. There were tears in the girl's eyes. They didn't spill over, but they were there. The redhead feels a pang in her heart. She herself had two daughters. They were both about the same age as this girl. She reaches out her hand to comfort the girl, but stops halfway. She must not let her emotions interfere with her work. No matter how much she wanted to comfort the girl, she could not.

"When did you meet Sarah?" she asks. The girl's pupils dilate, and her breathing grows shallow. She looks around the room, as if searching for an escape. The girl then balls up, puts her hands over her head, and screams. "No!" The girl's breathing speeds up. "No! No more!" She removes her hands and looks up at the woman, tears running down her face. "No more..."

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Sarah opens her bedroom door and throws her book bag on the bed. She walks over to her dresser and looks at her face in the mirror. She looked so much like her mother. Same hair color, same nose, same cheeks, same lips. The only thing she hated were her eyes. Those sky blue eyes that looked so much like her father's. They were a different shape, of course, but the color...it only reminded her of ice. Instead of the beautiful, clear sky, she saw only sorrow reflected in them.

In her eyes, she saw her father. In her eyes, she saw the man she had killed. The man who had almost killed her. She hated that she had to see the world through these eyes. The eyes of a murderer. She saw these eyes in her nightmares. She looked into them every night, watching as the light leaves them. Watching as their owner crumples to the ground, dead. But the eyes never close. They're always staring. Always looking. Always watching. She could never be free from their icy-blue gaze.

Sarah closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath. "It's all right." she says, attempting to calm herself down. "He's gone. You're here. No one can hurt you, now. You're alone." She looks down at the picture of her mother on the dresser. "Alone."

"No, you're not." Amy says, trying to reassure her. It didn't matter. No matter what Amy said, Sarah was alone. Amy was another part of herself, split off in a traumatic experience. Amy would protect her, but she could never truly take care of her. She longed for human touch, someone she could trust. But, at the same time, she was afraid of human touch. She was afraid of what it might bring. She was afraid of what it might mean. She was just...afraid.

Sarah sits on her bed and takes out her books, before she begins to study.

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Jackson stands at the bus stop, talking to a few other students. "You're brave." one of them says. Jackson slightly tilts his head, confused. Brave? "How so?" he asks. A tall boy with green hair and broad shoulders speaks up. "Not only do you hang out with Murasaki-San, but you tease her, too!"

"So?" Jackson asks, raising a dark blond eyebrow. "She may have a bit of an anger problem, but I can tell she's a nice person." The other two boys send each other worried looks, while the pinkette from the day before shifts uncomfortably with her hands behind her back. "What?" Jackson asks, confused. Just as one of the boys opens his mouth to speak, Sarah comes darting around the corner, and skids to a halt at the bus stop, attempting to catch her breath. The breeze shifts and Jackson catches the smell of something pleasant. It was the same scent he had smelled the day before.

He had been riding the bus, excited for his first day of school in Japan, when, suddenly, the bus driver stomped on the brakes. Jackson had swung around on the handle he held, and saw a purple blur come straight at him. The thing knocked him to the ground, and, as his eyes were closed, he caught the scent of fresh-cut grass and cherry blossoms.

The smell was wonderful. It reminded him of spring. Of new beginnings. With a groan, he had opened his eyes and seen a head of long, silky purple hair. The owner of the hair and the scent, a girl, looked up, and met his gaze with hypnotizing sky-blue eyes. The girl suddenly blushed, and shot up, before offering him a helping hand. "S-sorry!" she had said. It was this incident that had given him the idea for the nickname Murasakiiro no Tori...Purple bird.

"Hey, Murasaki-Chan!" Jackson calls, waving as he walks up to the girl. "Chan?"Sarah thinks. "He's known me for a day! Why is he adressing me with such familiarity?" "It's better than calling you 'Kitori-Chan.'" Amy giggles.

"Hello." she sighs, crossing her arms and leaning her back against the telephone pole. "Did you do the homework?" Jackson reaches into his book bag and pulls out a white sheet of paper, then waves it in the air, a bright smile on his face. He was just like a little kid, showing his parents his first 'A'

How is this boy so childlike?

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