Alrightyyy! If the chapter seems hella rushed, tell me asap! I'm gonna be busy doing my Media coursework, so some of these chapters might be a little more filled with mistakes than others.
Apologies.Okay, we're also going right back to your person POV, because Yandere emotions are complex af for me to write about.
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I was worried.
Ayano's unconscious figure lay limply across me, on top of my own bed. After I had finally found her, she was already falling unconscious.
Panicked, my body went into automatic and I rushed to her. After checking that she was alive and well, I picked her up and carried her home, completely disregarding the surprised shouts of my peers who saw me carrying the unconscious Yandere-Chan.
That was going to hurt my reputation.
But I didn't care. The look on Ayano's face as she fell unconscious was deeply in graved in my mind.
She looked... scared.
I shuddered. Something really bad must have happened to make even the fearless, emotionless Ayano wear such an terrified expression.
I clenched my fist. The thought of something hurting Ayano filled me with rage. Unbelievable rage. I knew she could take care of herself, but that didn't stop the ache in my heart.
Sighing softly, I quietly walked towards her sleeping form, taking care not to wake her. Looking down, I felt my breath hitch in my throat.
Her raven locks were split around her face and her shoulders, giving her the look of a fallen angel.
Although I thought she would be uncomfortable sleeping in her school uniform, I didn't try to change her out of it. One reason being the mere thought of Ayano being naked in front would've made it hard for me to concentrate.
The other reason being that I didn't want to disturb her slumber. If she woke up to find me near her, I would be afraid she'd try to run away from me. I didn't want her to leave me. I wanted to stay by her side, even if she didn't want me to.
She looked peaceful. Something that I wouldn't normally associate with her.
Her eyes fluttered slightly, drawing me from my thoughts. She shuffled, before letting out a loud groan.
"Argghh.." She said, clenching her head with her hands, as if she had a headache.
"Good evening." At the sound of my voice, Ayano turned sharply in my direction. Her eyes darted quickly around my room, as if she expected something to magically pop out at any moment.
"How are you feeling?" Her gaze turned sharply to me. My stomach flipped as she stared at me, her lips pursed as if she was deciding something.
"How did I get here?" Ignoring my question, she chose to change the subject.
"I carried you." The second I said that, a noticeable pink tint blessed her face. I inwardly grinned, happy to see that I had caused such a reaction.
She took a deep breath, calming herself before she uttered her next words. I'll never forget the somber look in her eyes as she whispered an impossible truth to me.
"Your mother cursed you." I looked at her shocked, waiting for any signal that she was joking. A small smile, maybe? A coy giggle?
When none of that happened, I began to feel sick. "What.. what the hell? Why would you even joke about that?" I don't know why anyone would ever joke about the dead, it was a mean thing to do.
Ayano frowned. Then she did something unexpected. She leaned forward, wincing as she did, and began to strip herself of her school shirt.
My heart began to pound furiously. "W-what are you doing?!" I stammered, shocked by her sudden mood change. One minute she was making a joke about my dead mother, the next she was undressing herself in front of me?
"Look." She said, gesturing to a big black and purple bruise that stained her back. Gasping, I gently traced my finger along the outlines of it.
"What happened? Who did this?!" I growled, I couldn't remember the last time I was this angry.
She cupped both my cheeks in her hands, giving me a look I'd never seen on her face before. Pain.
"Please believe me. I need you to believe me." She whispered, her eyes locked with mine.
I nodded, mesmerised by her face. "I will."
She inhaled quickly. "Remember when you left me with the nurse? Well, after you left, she began to tell me all these crazy things. I wouldn't have believed her, if it for your mother."
Again with my mother? I would've protested, but the serious look in Ayano's eyes made me stay quite. She needed me to hear her out.
Her grasp on my face tightened. Not painfully, but just enough for me to know that what she was about to reveal would be stressful for her.
"She told me she was a childhood friend of your mother, Miku." I let out another gasp, how did Ayano know my mother's name?
Before I could ask, she placed her finger on my lips, effectively silencing me so she could continue talking.
"(Y/n)... she had your mother's severed hand in a jar.." My eyes widened.
That's impossible. My mother died a long time ago, there's no doubt that her corpse would still be intact. I thought, feeling sick.
"I don't know how she got it, but it was there, it looked like she preserved it.."
Her demeanor changed, and she suddenly became timid and small, as if frightened by something.
"(Y/n)... please don't hate me..."
My eyes widened, and I quickly embraced Ayano, wrapping my arms around her protectively.
"I'll never hate you." I said confidently, because it was true. I was falling for her.
"(Y/n)... she told me.. that my mother killed your mother..."
Everything froze when Ayano uttered those words.
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I think this chapter seems hella more refined than others, because I had help from my fren;)
Also, I know it seems like Ayano went a little Oc toward the end of this, but if you watch yanderedevs videos, you'll know that he said Ayano can experience a range of emotions when her love is involved.
In this case, she's experiencing fear because she doesn't want you to hate her.
So pls take ur smart mouth thoughts and shove them up yo ass.
Bai.
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