A Twisted Turn (Megumo×Ayano)

A Silver Encounter

Ayano watches him from the shade of a sakura tree, sighing dreamily, normally hazy eyes full of love and joy. She's glad Akademi is completely strict when it comes to its school grounds otherwise her favorite spot for catching a glimpse of Senpai would be nonexistent. Yes, how fortunate this school can be of use to her otherwise she wouldn't care much for how much damage she wrought up.

She fights back a sneer, cold eyes flickering past Senpai and landing on Budo chatting with him, hazy gray sharpening to gunmetal gray.

Senpai, her mind moans gleefully, something light and airy dancing in her ravenous veins even as she watches Budo sling an arm around Senpai's shoulder and lead him away. She sags bonelessly against the tree as they disappear from her view, a trembling smile creeping on her lips and cheeks flushed.

"You make me feel alive, Taro," She only dares to use his name alone, falling from her lips like a blessing. "I'll show you my gratitude and love and everything in between. My love is pure and innocent just like you." A sweet giggle escapes rosy lips as fair cheeks slowly lose their rose shade. She steps around the tree with a sigh, head tilted to the side as she makes her way to Akademi's entrance.

Her eyes glide over it's impressive picture time and time again, settling on the rose bushes planted alongside the sides of the building, each one a vibrant red. Like the blood of those tramps who dared to sully Senpai's purity.

Her blood turns cold at the thought of those tramps, lips twisting into a feral snarl before smoothing over. Osana had been lucky she hadn't wanted to hurt senpai by slaughtering her, but still. The elation she felt upon see him reject Osana had been the sensation of rain upon a desert, watching blue eyes shatter and broken tears well up before she fled hands trying to hide her face. Ayano, from her place hidden by the other side and tucked in snugly with the cherry flowers as cover, watched satisfied.

Of course Senpai wouldn't accept the apology of the girl who continuously hurt him emotionally for seven days straight with careless actions and words. He even tried to gently let her down but that stupid girl kicked up such a fuss it made him feel bad. She bit the inside of her mouth lightly, the gesture grounding her as she spotted the orange haired tramp skulking around listlessly, a snort escaping her.

Both childhood friends now avoid each other to her greatest glee, unable to even look at each other.

Obviously she didn't love Senpai enough if she gave up so easily. Ayano would never give up on him.

He would be hers. He doesn't have a choice.

Switching her shoes at the lockers and turning down the hallway towards class 2-1, lamenting the fact she doesn't share the same class with Senpai, she casts a bored gaze over the club posters. Her eyes catch on the cooking club poster and she lifts a finger to her lips, the digit pressing against them as she fights the urge to smile.

Amai Odayaka.

She had joined the cooking club to learn how to make heavenly dishes for Senpai, but found another tramp. It was ridiculously easy getting Amai to teach her after school, though she hadn't killed her on the first day. She needed the kind elder for now, so she had waited until the day she planned to confess to Senpai (Iwon'tforgiveyou) to set a trap. Thanks to spending time with Amai, she found out her weakness.

Bees.

She's deathly allergic to them.

Imagine Amai's horror when on her rounds to share her sweets, she was stung by a bee in the Gardening Club and Ayano, poor little me, had to scream for help after stumbling upon the scene. Amai died that day and she become the Cooking Club leader, since Amai apparently was training her as second in charge. If only she hadn't been after Senpai she would have lived.