(I knooooww..it's been forever, I'm so sorryyy! But this is the final piece. I sincerely hope you all enjoyed. This is my take on my own headcanons. I tried to make as much sense as I could with the little information given by Yanderedev and the game while obviously added in fiction. Anywho, thanks for the favorites and reviews, everyone 3)

Ayano entered the school's premises, both of her legs aching with every heavy-weighted step, but she was able to tolerate it nonetheless. It wasn't a "good" pain, but it was a fascinating reminder of the good pains she went through just yesterday and the day before. It had been not even twelve hours since she last came into contact with Kyoryoku Saikou. She had even missed school the day after his party.

Kyoryoku's initial aberrant intentions were to hold the girl "hostage" for the next day as an attempt of a very mild brainwashing.

"Torture" could be a better word for it. Something that Ayano just may have been familiar with.

But the late teenager had melted into his forceful possession a lot faster than he had ever expected. Even after opening her mind up to tremendous pleasures..

Ayano had snapped, but not the kind of "snap" that one would think when it came to her type of treacherous personality. Ayano was still capable of permanently silencing a person who made the poor choice of putting themselves in her way for too long without feeling panic or regret, but her personal desires seemed to have shifted. Evolved.

The girl looked down at her wrists that were covered in glittering accessories given to her by the one who caused her to snap.

Rubies, emeralds, and the forever-favorite diamonds. The sparkling precious stones decorated a large portion of her wrists and even her neck as a matching touch. And of course, they were all genuine.

The gifts were pretty, she had to admit, but they weren't the things to give her the tickling pleasure of satisfaction. Her inner satisfaction came from the man who showered her the with gifts himself.

"You'll have not another day of worry in my possession, dear one.." Kyoryoku had been saying just the other day.

"I can't let you take the reins of the company like I had wanted to from day one so many years ago, but I can bestow upon you countless other things that the average person can only dream of.

So serve me." He had said to Ayano after the Saikou party.

He could even see a small change in Ayano's eyes as they no longer shared the empty characteristics of a doll's when looking at him. But her natural gift was still there. He knew it.

And he knew full control over it had now been placed into his hands.

Ayano had participated in several more "bedroom" activities with Kyoryoku before he finally released her the next day, but not without rewarding her with a new wardrobe. He had a uniform prepared for her with beautiful accessories, not counting the jewels. They were similar to Magami's. If not perhaps better..

Ayano wasn't even at school for five minutes before she received countless stares of awe and admiration.

Especially from the upperclassmen.

The world still had a tint of color in her eyes, but they were dim as a response to not being around the one person who was living fuel for those vibrant shades.

She cared not for the attention from her peers or the newly birthed crushes developed within over half of the upperclassman's interests after settling their baffled and bewildered eyes on the polished Ayano for those few jaw-dropping moments. They all had the similar grey hue in their contrast. They were nothing to the girl. She only continued to switch out her outside shoes for inside ones and make her way to the garden whilst pulling out a brand new phone clean of dirt and scratches from her pocket given to her by-

"Hi!"

Ayano's focus was pierced by the sudden eager greeting. She had almost jumped and dropped the furbished technology when looking up at the person who dared to disturb her concentration.

Inches away from her, she met Taro's soft but excited stare. His eyes sparkled like shiny obsidian. His smile would've extinguished the deepest frustrations in anyone. His color was so…so

Grey.

Ayano acknowledged the boy's presence. And had control over her motor skills as she did so.

"You look so amazing today!" The boy immediately complemented. He put his hand behind his head and stretched his smile, stopping the rushing blood to his face so he wouldn't be seen blushing so badly.

"Thank you." Ayano replied softly but kept a blank expression on her face. There were no signs of feeling flattered on her. It confused Taro greatly.

"Hey..I didn't see you at school yesterday. I don't think you showed." He was saying while breaking eye contact out of pure nervousness. It became worse when he realized he was pointing out the obvious.

"How come? Y-you weren't hurt..were you? Or ill?" He questioned, hoping to start a legitimate conversation with the girl.

"No." Ayano gave a simple reply. Her fingers gripped the new phone in her hands firmly, but then relaxed. So badly she wanted to open up and read the new text message sent to her, but it couldn't happen until-

"So..we have some time until class starts. Do you wanna..y'know sit with me for a bit?" Taro had finally worked up the courage to ask.

The upperclassman that Ayano had been stalking for weeks was finally noticing her, and was wanting her just as much as she had wanted him.

Once upon a time..

"No thank you." Ayano answered. Her words and even breath were as cold as the crisp air. Without even waiting to see the boy's facial reaction, Ayano moved around passed him and restarted her walk by herself. She opened up the awaited text message and began to read.

Try to do it before the end of this week. That's my preference. The sooner the better.

"They ask too many questions. I'd feel better if it ended there. Prove to me you can do this." Kyoryoku had told Ayano a day prior before sending her the recent text message.

The girl put away her phone and strolled near the school's track for several minutes, killing time just because. She need not prep herself or get into a particular mood. She calmly walked back to the school inside and ascended its stairs until she was on the rooftop. Once there, she scaled the area until seeing the person that remotely peaked her interest.

"Can I speak to you for a moment?" Ayano requested when approaching that specific someone.

"Uh..sure. What is it?" Midori turned to face Ayano better, looking curious as always.

"Uekiya forgot her key. She told me to tell you that she needs you to unlock the tool shed for her. Before class starts. She left something in there or something like that. I don't know. I'm just passing along the message." Ayano informed her while looking a bit confused.

"Oh. Okay." Midori replied. As a member of the gardening club, she had full access to the tool shed and wasted no time in making her way back down into the school to assist the gardening club's leader.

Once arriving, she quickly noticed the shed's door partially opened.

"It's..already open?" She said aloud in bewilderment, thinking that her club leader must've mistaken.

Before she was able to take in another breath, a ceramic knife pierced through the girl's throat from behind, bringing out a fountain of crimson. Midori grabbed her wounded neck and held her stance for thirty more seconds before collapsing to her knees from dizziness and surrendering herself to the ground. A fine pool of her own blood drained from her stab wound. Standing behind her, Ayano was already cleaning the ceramic knife with a wet cloth before placing both items into a bag that she planned on burning along with Midori's body.

As proof that she had completed this task, she knelt down and used the tool shed's own trimmers to slice off a lock of Midori's green hair.

Once all was completed, Ayano bore a smile for the first time today. She was feeling that tickling pleasure within her. That wonderful sensation..

As expected, law enforcement would eventually show, but not find any traces. Even if they did, Ayano had her safety net.

"You truly are a prize to behold.." She would be told by her new master later that night.