Yandere High: A Samgladiator Inspired Fanfiction

The Conclusion

I handed the man the card and he swiped it on a mini card swiper. "Alright. Pay the bills and don't be a horrible owner." He said, handing me the card. He headed out, leaving me in the flat. Luckily, Yuki was right about the card. I threw my bags down on the floor by the door and collapsed on the couch, exhausted from the long journey. I replayed the trip in my head, going from my old hometown, to Tokyo by train, caught a flight to New York and ended up in the small flat. I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up, it was early in the morning. I groaned and got up to get some breakfast. I had just sat down with a bowl of cereal when the doorbell rang. I set the bowl down and headed over to the door.

"Yuki!" I was so happy to see her alive and well. I hugged her tightly and she smiled.
"I'm so glad to be out of there." She sighed. I nodded. "So, how have you been?" She asked, fixing her self a bagel.
"Tired and sore. I still have bruises from my bindings." I replied, showing her the bruises around my wrists. She cringed and walked back to the couch with me.
"You know, it's really weird."
"What is?"
"We just, we didn't really have a normal life. Maybe we could act as if it never happened?" I nodded slowly. "Let's make a deal. We can get jobs here, and then we make a schedule. So on certain days of the week you can do these tasks and on the other days I'll do those tasks." I shrugged.
"Deal." That was the day. The day where our lives would turn around, where we would live normal lives.

-A Few Weeks Later-

Yuki had been a lifesaver. Her idea worked perfectly, especially with our jobs. I worked at a local university on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. That meant that on Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, I cooked meals and did the cleaning. Yuki would come home and do the laundry after she came back from filming videos on YouTube. Then on my work days, Yuki would do my tasks and I would do hers.

We spent Saturday and Sunday relaxing and being goofballs. Whether we were dancing to songs in our living room, or swimming in the pool, we always had a good time. Our pasts were never brought up past our doors, but inside, we talked about it every once and a while, we'd apologize to eachother about our fights.

Since that day we escaped, we hadn't heard from Sam, Taurtis, or even Cody personally, but we heard stories. Cody is still a big movie actor, Taurtis created a new kind of chips that sparked world-wide debate, and Sam, well, no one knows what happened to Sam. I still have nightmares about the things I've witnessed, and I suffer from PTSD, but I'll never forget.