Hi everyone! I haven't been writing lately, sorry!

My first YanSim fanfic! Get ready for Ayane! xD haha no, she's Ayano here.

Yandere Simulator belongs to Devpai.

My name is Ayano Aishi.

I'm a third year student at Akademi High School.

And I love my Senpai.

He's perfect… he makes my heart race and my face redden; he makes me feel a wonderful feeling… love! I love him! I'd do anything for him, to see his beautiful, dark hair, his dreamy, cloud-colored eyes… anything!

My life was perfect, until I met… her.

Osana Najimi. Senpai's—guess!—osananajimi. His childhood friend.

She was a typical tsundere; all cutesy, but an ass of epic proportions when it came to talking to Senpai. She didn't appreciate him like I did. She just liked him as a friend. I liked him as my world.

I raise my head from my Senpai Shrine when I heard my phone buzzing. My tongue still sticking out from licking Senpai's half-finished apple, I climb over my bed and pluck my dark-cased phone from the edge of my pillow. An anonymous number has sent me a text; I swipe my phone open and look at the text after admiring my Senpai wallpaper.

Hey.

I saw you stalking an upperclassman today.

Do you have a problem with that?

Does this anonymous person dare question my love for Senpai?!

No. I wanted to give you some information about the girl he was with.

Her name is Osana Najimi. She has a crush on him.

She believes in the myth about the cherry tree behind the school.

I can acutely feel myself fuming, even though I had suspected the worst about the ginger tsundere.

The one where you confess to your crush beneath it, they will accept?

Correct. She plans to confess to him next Friday.

Why are you telling me this?

I would be happy if something bad happened to Osana-chan.

I think you might be the right person to give her what she deserves.

Who are you?

I'm the person nicknamed "Info-chan" at school.

Info-chan!

You blackmail girls and sell panty shots to boys.

If you need a favor, just text me a panty shot and I'll give you whatever support I can.

If you want to know personal information about anyone at our school, just sent me a photograph of their face, and i'll give you anything I know about them.

You're disgusting.

You're a stalker.

If you want my help, text me. If you don't care, ignore me.

You have one week until your precious Senpai belongs to Osana-chan. I hope you make her suffer.

I put down my phone. This Info-chan person was probably using me, but hey, she was offering me help. And at a time like this, I very much needed it. But Info-chan has implied that I had to harm Osana in some way… even kill her.

I glance at my clock as I start for the door. Time for school.

I'd contemplate Info-chan's offer on my way there.

I walk down the pavement towards school, running my hands through my hair nervously. I'd do anything for Senpai, but was killing the right option?

Suddenly, I see Osana not far ahead, her fat pigtails bouncing as she skips leisurely in front of me from an alley that branches off from the right. As I watch her petite little body dart ahead of me, I realize that killing is the only option.

I stifle a sigh and reach into the pockets on my skirt. In my right pocket is my phone, and in the left, I feel two asymmetrical handles brushing my nails and a clean, cold blade against my fingertips.

Scissors.

I pull them out, fitting my fingers into the holes and holding the scissors open, around the ginger speck of Osana far ahead. I close them suddenly, causing a sharp, metal sound, and imagine that orangey spot ahead burst into blood. I can't help but smile slyly as I put my scissors back into my pocket.

Poor, poor Osana.

Miss Fuka ended up being my teacher. She's a stricter one, but I don't mind. I'll just doodle pictures of Senpai throughout class.

There was a little time before classes started. After changing into my indoor shoes at my locker—which was nowhere near Senpai's, shame!—I slink over and lean against the far wall, casually eavesdropping on the gossip group gathered in front of the stairs.

There's nothing interesting floating around today; just the casual "how are you's" and "how was summer's."

Until Koka Kola—um, no, Kokona—brings up crushes.

"Hee, I don't really know," Yui admits, her side ponytail falling into her eyes as she hunches down slightly. "They're all equally cute."

"You gotta give it to Senpai," Kokona argues with the redhead. "He's hot!"

I bite my lip and draw out my scissors, shimmering silver in the light. I'm about to murder Kokona right there on the spot before I realize how foolish that would be. Hell, there's a classroom not two feet away, and I bet on Senpai that one of these girls is a tattletale; a teacher's pet.

Mei's face turns red as a rose. A blood-covered rose. "I have a crush on…"

"Oooh," Yuna exaggerated, tilting her head to the side and dilating her pupils. "First time a guy's captured your little heart."

Mei slaps Yuna hard across the face, blushing so hard, I swear that the blood I draw from her will only be half as red. "I'm not telling."

So Mustard Head had to go and ruin everything! Mei could have had a crush on Senpai! I'd have to eliminate her!

But I now know that Kokona, as well as Osana, have feelings for Senpai. MY Senpai. MINE.

Before I kill them, however, I want to try killing a few 'test subjects' first. So I get accustomed to jabbing at someone's neck as quickly and cleanly as possible; and so I have practice cleaning up murders and hiding evidence.

I tap my chin with my scissors. Who should go first?

I settle on Yui Rio, the girl with the blood-colored hair. She seemed wimpy enough to die instantly, and didn't seem like the tattletale type. She'd rather flee, I assume.

I walk up to the group as I slide my scissors away and gently tap Yui on the shoulder. She spins to look at me, her blood-red eyes wide.

"Ayano, is it?" she inquires.

"I go by Yan-chan." I reply. "Come on, I want to show you something cool!" I tug her arm and point to the door, my heart racing. What if I failed to kill her and she tattled on me? What if someone saw?

But that's why she was the test subject, right?

"Ooh, can I come too?" Mei asks, bouncing excitedly. I nod impulsively and the two oblivious girls follow me down the pathway and in front of the incinerator.

My head rushes with thoughts. What if I failed to kill them? What if one fled before I could kill her? The gates were less than a meter away. But hey, I came all this way, I had to try.

"I don't see anything." Yui reports, puzzled as she looks around, Mei looking over her shoulder. "Just the cherry trees and the incinerator."

I twist my torso away from the girls and slip my hands into the asymmetrical holes of the handles of the scissors in my pocket and draw them out silently. They gleam white in the sunlight.

"Hey, Yan-chan, what's that in your—AUGH!" I slap my right hand over Yui's mouth, grasping the skin on her cheeks beneath my fingers, and shove her head to the side. I can see her jugular, outlined against her stretched, pale skin, clearly, and with one quick motion I stab the scissors into her neck.

The blood-haired girl goes limp, her eyes small with fear and her mouth parted into a perpetual scream as I pull the now red scissor blade out of her neck and watch as she collapses on the floor, blood gushing out of her neck and pooling around my shoes. There's odd satisfaction in seeing her corpse on he ground at my feet, and the dark red on the silver blade of my scissors. Something pleasurable… something… addictive.

Mei has her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" she screeches, bolting for the door. Energy pulsing through my veins, I reach out with my right hand and grab her hair, yanking her back hard enough she stumbles on Yui's body and trips.

I loom over her, blood on my face and dripping into my eyes as she cowers over her dead friend's body, shivering.

"No, no…" she whispers, "please… I promise not to say a word…"

I sigh. "I'll let you go." I say as I stand up again and flicking my wrist towards the door to school.

"Really?" Mei asks, her eyes big with relief as she stands up, still cowering.

"No." I spin the blue-haired girl around with one hand and cut her neck open with the other and she falls, with a choking scream, on top of Yui's dead, bleeding out body.

There's a strange euphoria in standing in a pool of blood with bodies at your feet. Something that keeps you moving, keeps you wanting more. Something that makes your heart pound with a new desire—to stop the beat of others' hearts. To watch as bodies change from living, breathing human beings to dead, lifeless ragdolls of a person. To feel warm, crimson blood, the color of a sunset sky, splashed against your arms and soaking through your clothes. To kill and harm others in general.

I pull the incinerator open and pick up Yui by the arm. It promptly falls out of it's socket, leaving an arm in my hand and a three-limbed blood-headed girl on the floor.

Sighing as I toss the arm into the depths of the incinerator, I grab Yui by the waist and, muscles straining, throw her into the incinerator, then throw Mei's corpse in as well. I fill the conveniently placed bucket to my right with water from the conveniently placed sink, grab the conveniently placed mop and start to mop up the blood around my shoes. I have to empty and refill the bucket once, but soon, the blood is gone, leaving a shiny, wet walkway. I put the bucket and mop back and start for the bathhouse to clean up.

As I do, I feel a dark smile lifting the edges of my face. I pause mid-step to giggle into my hand, to chuckle, and to cup my hands around my face and laugh my heart out.

No, this wasn't an innocent, having-a-good-time laugh. This was an evil, creepy, sinister laugh that echoed around the school and resounded from the walls. The kind of laugh which you laughed when you did something bad, the kind of laugh you laughed when you successfully got away with a crime… the kind of laugh you laughed when you had murdered someone.

Which I had.

Yes, I killed a girl, and I liked it; the taste of her bloody chapstick. I killed a girl just to try it, I hope my Senpai don't mind it.

It felt so wrong, it felt so right, don't mean I'm a killer tonight. I killed a girl and I liked it…

I liked it!