A Twisted Turn (Megumo×Ayano)

No Silver Lining

Ayano is pissed. With a capital pissed. The moment she managed to bring herself to step in the classroom all she wanted to was to curse that silver devil to hell. Her eyes were sparking with rage and if anything set her off she would gut it. Regardless if it had guts or not.

Her teacher, another faceless mindless copy, looked irritated as she slides open the door with more force than needed. She couldn't bring herself to care or tone it down, her poker face slamming down into place as she mutters empty apologies.

These teachers are never around when I need them. Only when it's inconvenient to me.

Taking her seat it's with half a ear that she listens to the teacher, answering curtly to any questions that come her way. She can see the way her classmates edge away from her and grits her teeth, hands closing tightly around her mechanical pencil. He's unravelling her and he isn't here.

Taking in a deep breath she throws all her rage into getting through her class. The class goes by fast with her tunnel vision and she takes extra time to find a empty corner at the back of the school after class to scream her frustration out to the world. Vocalizing her emotions always calms her down. She wasn't even in the mood to search for Taro because of that creep.

Glaring at the sky, she sucks in a heavy breath, steely orbs disappearing under fluttery lashes.

“Yan-chan?”

Tch, of course she would bother me.

“Ah, Kokona-san.” She greets politely, hiding her irritation. Kokona had almost died as well for liking Senpai before Ayano decided to matchmaker her. It wasn't easy but she managed to match her with Mantaro Sashimaru in the end as well as develop a ‘friendship’ with her. Now, she gained a free informat skilled in gossip.

Kokona with her purple ringlets and eyes stare worriedly. “What happened Yan-chan? Are you stressed over Saikou-san's club inspection? Don't worry! You are doing an amazing job! Amai-chan would have been proud.”

Proud? She's probably turning in her grave watching me now. Ayano scoffs, finding the idea laughable. “Just a bit,” she lies fidgeting with her hands. Kokona shows a face of sympathy, manicured hands patting her shoulder.

“When Sunobu-chan was a club leader she wasn't very good at budgeting or paperwork but she still passed. So no more worries,” Kokona says sternly, concern lacing her tongue.

Ayano smiles weakly, pushing down the urge to laugh. That wouldn't be very appropriate when talking about a dead classmate. Pff. “Thanks, Kokona-san.” She smiles and Kokona does as well, the buxom purple haired girl apparently happy she cheered Ayano up. Ayano really wants to sneer.

“Anyways, I wanted to know if you wanted anything for lunch? Manta-kun says he wants to test out a new dish today. It must be delicious. Ah I'm drooling at the thought,” Kokona gushes, holding her blushing face in her hands.

That's because your brain is in your breasts.

“I'm fine Kokona-san. I prepared my own lunch.” Ayano deflects politely, smiling.

Kokona giggles, “ah, right! You are the cooking club's president.”

Moron. She satires in her mind disgusted, hands itching to close around her slender neck and with a quick flex of muscle, snap it. Like she snapped the spine of that busty bimbo. So easily and with no problem at all.

“I am, am I not.” She says with faux pride, hiding the derision in her gunmetal grey eyes. What pride is there in cooking for irrelevant people when she could be cooking for senpai. Her precious senpai. “The head chef in charge,” she winks cutely and Kokona laps it up, nattering on and on about how good she is. How amazing she is…

Of course she's amazing. How else is she supposed to match with her precious senpai? Her Taro is sensible and kindhearted and so gentle. Gentle enough to care about the feelings of irrelevant bitches latching onto his leg like a dog in heat. Absolutely pathetic. He deserves better than them. He deserves a girl like her who will love him wholeheartedly and spare no rock unturned to bless him with what he wants.

“Also…” Kokona hesitates, twisting side to side perking Ayano's interest. Kokona usually spills whatever she hears to Ayano, so for her to be so hesitant on speak with her is really something. “You know that creepy girl? The freaky girl with eyebags and tangled hair?” Ayano nods her head, making a show of widening her eyes and leaning closer as if unable to help herself. “Usually I always see her stalking the Basu sisters and chanting some creepy stuff behind them. I normally wouldn't bother with her but she was acting weird for the past few days. Always with a feverish look and even leaving the Basu sisters alone, so I asked around and boy was I stunned.” Kokona looks disgusted, brows furrowed as she crosses her hands under her ample bosom. “So it turns out she started stalking someone else. A senpai from a different class. You probably met him. Taro Yamada.”

It's as if fireworks have set off in her mind and she can't help the paling of her skin but she reins in the murderous intent to drag that dirty wretch out back by her ratty hair and rip out that heart she dares use to covet her precious senpai.

(Whorewhorewhorewhore)

She dares? Does she believes she compares?

She fixes a revolted look on her face, not fake and all too real, sneering, “how horrible! The school has already been going through so much and she's stalking people? Does she have any self-awareness at all?” She cries outraged.

Kokona nods her head vigorously at her words, her own expression turning darker. “Not only is she creepy but this is going to far! I'm going to tell the councilor.” She turns to march away, no doubt to rat out that dirty wretch but Ayano catches her arm, head bowed as if scared.

“Don't! There is no telling what she'll do if she gets exposed! What if she tries to hurt innocent people?” Ayano whispers fearfully, a sardonic smirk hidden by her bowed head. Predictably Kokona's feathers are ruffled as she soothingly assuages her worries before storming off.

Ayano holds back a laugh until she is sure the grape bitch is gone, her laughter low and cruel and malicious. She drops the hand covering her grinning mouth, letting her arms swing at her side as she looks darkly at Akademi. Why is it full of filthy dog lusting after her Senpai?

“You really are something, Little Snake. So two-faced, tsk.” A smooth husky voice that ignites all of her rage chuckles and she whips around only to see nothing but air. Enraged she looks around frantically but sees nothing. Sees nobody around her. What the hell?! “Ah, ah, ah so eager to see me just as I am of you. Sorry, I can only comfort you with my voice for now. Forgive me for this.” The detestable bastard laughs mockingly, provoking her.

“Where are you?” She spits, forcibly reigning in her anger. He's not here for her to vent on.

“Watching~” He hums in a sing-song manner.

A chill runs down her spine.

How long has he been watching her? Since the moment they parted or after she came outside? She hasn't noticed any cameras outside. Only the ones inside are those bothersome clunky things they added after the brutal murder of that trollop. She had only regretted she dumped the body in the school theatre room out of spite, leading up to the cameras being implemented.

Tch.

Did he install new ones because of her? Or does he have another way of watching her altogether. “Your face looks adorable when you puzzle over a problem. Smile for me and I'll tell you how I'm watching you.” He cooes sweetly and she shudders in disgust. She flips him off, knowing he can see her. He laughs the sound echoing around the clearing.

“Screw off.” Baring her teeth in a cruel snarl, she whips around and stalks towards the school. She doesn't have time for this. There is a trollop to punish.

“Haha, don't be so unfriendly, Little Snake. I just wanted to tell you that your plan is destined to fail.”

Freezing, she doesn't turn around to yell at him. Her temple throbs in rage and she feels short of breath, almost staggering and tripping over her rage. Breathing out heavily, she continues to stomp away, hands itching for a knife.

He's dead!