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Hi Mod L (●´ω｀●), it was the Yamada Yandere AU where he's not an idol, I think it was because I really like the the head cannon for the yandere one so the plotline can follow that one with Yamada as the friend of the reader older brother. However since you are the one writing it, I really don't mind what AU as long as it yandere!! I'm already grateful for all the hard work. And the kouhai au one was my first request. Lol I really do like clingy, possessive, weird guys~~~

@maeartheclipseta I hope you enjoy this! Mod L is writing a different yandere scenario for you and put this one into the queue for one of us to pick up and try our hand at the genre. I’ve never written any kind of story like this before, so I hope you’ll enjoy it! I’m a little nervous about it! haha Still, I hope it gives you a bit of a thrill!

–Mod J

Please note: This is a violent story, psychological thriller type, and does include death, read with caution.

You had arrived home from school, finding a note on the kitchen counter from your mom telling you she’d went out to grab some groceries for dinner and would be back in a few hours. You grabbed a soda out of the fridge, sighing when you read the last part of the note asking you to move the wash into the dryer.

You trudged to the laundry room, taking your time moving the stupid clothes, wishing you had a younger sibling you could trick into doing your chores for you like your older brother, Yuto, had before you grew wise to his tricks.

You began grabbing the clothes and tossing them into the dryer, over and over and over until you had to bend over, your tiptoes barely touching the floor, digging into the very bottom of the washer to get the last of the clothes. Tossing them into the dryer, standing up and then pushed the button to start it, the whirling comforting somehow. Already thinking about the homework you needed to do you turned to leave–

You screamed loudly, your hands flying up in front of you shaking, as you scrambled backward when you nearly ran into the person standing in the doorway, your voice nearly hysterical, “Oh my God! Yamada! You scared the hell out of me! What in the world are you doing in here!?”

He laughed, shaking his head, his hands held out in front of him like he was going to grab you to stop you from retreated but then dropped them down to his side, his voice light, “Sorry, Sunshine! I’m so sorry! Yuto told me to meet him here after school–no one answered when I knocked, and the door was unlocked.”

I really thought I locked that door when I came in. Note to self–lock the door stupid!

You were still breathing heavily as you nodded, laughing lightly, “It’s okay, it’s fine, you can wait in his room.”

Ryosuke was a fairly permanent fixture at your house since as long as you could remember–as he was Yuto’s best friend and they were always together as children–which generally meant the three of you were always together.

Ryosuke had went away to attend some boarding school for a year for some reason or another you never really understood–but he’d recently returned back home, and he’d immediately picked right back up with your brother where he’d left off. In all fairness, you had missed him, as he seemed to you to be one of the family and you’d felt his absence acutely.

He’d always been kind to you, often taking your side against your brother when he was being mean, giving you gifts and tokens of affection that were especially sweet given that he was a year older than you–and also the fact that nearly every good memory you had from the past involved him in one way or another.

He stood still in the doorway, forcing you to press up against his arm, your hair brushing over his shoulder as you pushed by him. You gave him a playful shove when he refused to move, laughing at him as you walked down the hallway, smiling over your shoulder, “I”m really glad you’re back!”

He laughed lightly, staring at you as you walked away, calling out to you, “I’m happy to hear that.”

Entering your room, you threw yourself down on the bed and closed your eyes. It had been a long day and you really wished you had time to take a nap, but you had too much work to do.

You bolted upright when the bed dipped down, finding Ryosuke sitting there, holding a book off your dresser, you hadn’t even heard him follow you into the room. He was flipping through the pages, and you reached over and pushed his elbow, “What are you two planning for today?”

“Nothing, just working on our science homework together,” he turned his head to look at you, and his gaze was so intense you felt a heat rise to your cheeks, because he was looking for something, it felt like he was taking an inventory of you, and he’d certainly grown up over the year he’d been gone. You’d never really noticed how handsome he was, never really noticed much about him to be honest, apart from his friendship. He was just Yamada…that was your friend, your brother’s bestie, he was not something you took special notice of because he was just a normal part of your life.

You wondered about his time away, of course, wondering if you should write him, call him, but had felt too shy to ask him questions about it, as it had happened rather abruptly and no one really discussed it. You stared at him, wondering if he’d tell you about it now, and then his expression lightened, his trademark smile covering his face as he stood up, walking to set the book down on your dresser, reaching up to pluck a picture off of your pin board, turning to stare at you, his voice smooth, almost too smooth, “Who’s this?”

You shuffled off the bed and moved over to look at what picture he was holding, curious about the underlying tone in his voice. It was a picture of you and Yuri, the guy you’d been dating for almost nine months, but when you looked up at Ryosuke’s eyes, something told you that he didn’t need to know that. A gut instinct, something in the way his eyes had hardened on the edges, and the way the corners of his mouth were tensed, a look you’d never seen on his face before, and you just couldn’t shake it, bold-faced lying, a first when it came to Ryosuke, “Oh, just a guy who I had a project with a few weeks ago. I took pictures of all of us for my scrapbook, that’s all.”

He didn’t look away from you, his eyes penetrating, as he laid the picture down on the dresser, his head tilting sideways, “Is that so?”

Your eyes darted to his, hearing the accusation in his tone, your hands moving together as you held them tightly, trying to not tremble, confused by the feelings on uncertainty that were rushing through your system, “Yes, of course….”

His face lit up with his brilliantly beautiful smile and for a moment it felt like you’d imagined the weird vibe rolling off of him moments ago.

“That’s good, tell me about school?”

He shifted, moving to sit down on your bed, and your eyes landed on the book he had picked up off of your dresser, a small, dainty cake set upon the surface, and you squealed, picking it up quickly and smelling it trying to discover what flavor it was. For as long as you could remember Ryosuke had left treats around your room that he’d made himself, starting out as a fairly good baker, but over time becoming exceptionally talented at it.

“What is it? Is that coconut?” You moved across the room to sit on the bed next to him, holding the cake in the palm of your hand, smiling brightly as you smelled it again.

“You’ll just have to taste it,” he whispered, plucking the treat from your hand and pulling the wrapper down, releasing the cake, and then shifting on the bed to face you, “Open up!”

You felt odd, something felt off…wrong…

…but I know him…this is Ryosuke, for goodness sake! It’s Ryosuke, he’s been one of you best friends forever! Things just feel weird because he’s been gone for a while, that’s all…

You nodded, opening your mouth, his mouth moving at the same time as if he were the one eating it, and then he pressed the treat against your lips, pushing it forward for you to take a bite, his finger softly grazing your lip, and then he lifted your chin upward with the other hand as you closed your mouth to chew the bite you’d taken.

You hummed in satisfaction as the creamy coconut confection seemingly melted in your mouth, your eyes wide, reaching up to cover your mouth as you spoke, “Oh my gosh, Yamada-kun–this might be the best you’ve ever made! It’s fantastic!”

He sighed dramatically, his expression sad and stormy as he frowned, “I’ve asked you so many times to just call me Ryosuke,” he murmured, pouting, his bottom lip jutting out as he begged with his eyes, “I don’t know why you insist on hurting my feelings every time I see you.”

You shook your head, quickly swallowing the bite, knowing that you’d just fallen into calling him by the proper name upon his return because of the distance you’d felt between you–but not wanting to hurt his feelings, you rushed to explain, “I just don’t think, I’m sorry, it’s a habit! Thank you, Ryosuke, for the treat!”

“Of course,” he smiled, his eyes bright from the use of his name, his hand lifting to offer you another bite of the cake, which you gladly took, though your eyes flitted to catch his gaze, full of intensity as he was watching your mouth, and when his eyes moved to look at you, you quickly turned away, trying to swallow the bite you’d taken, an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

He looked at the last part of the cake left in his hand, then back to you, “One more bite?”

You nodded, feeling shy, opening your mouth so he’d give you the last bite and then you were going to work on your project, dismissing the strange feeling he was creating in you.

He smiled, watching you carefully as you swallowed the last bite, pleased when you hummed in contentment, “So…about school?”

You shrugged, “It’s just school, busy, of course, this year I started advanced classes which are much different, and it’s taken me some time to adjust to it I guess.”

“I wish I had been able to be here to help you,” he whispered, tossing the wrapper to the cake he’d balled up into the garbage can by your dresser.

“Me too,” you smiled, meaning it, knowing that he would have made sure you’d made an easy transition into the higher level classes–because he’d always been there for you that way, he was brilliant, and even though Yuto had tried to help as much as he could, he wasn’t as good at book type things that Ryosuke could manage somehow.

“I would have been, if I could have, you know that right?” He was staring at you and you smiled, “Of course!”

“You’re stressed,” he reached over, his finger tracing the line across your forehead, “What’s wrong?”

You wanted to say ‘you’re different and I don’t know what it is but it’s scaring me’ but knew he wouldn’t understand and you didn’t want to hurt his feelings at any rate, so you shrugged, “I have this really huge project that’s due in a few days and I’ve been sort of stressed about it.”

You stifled a yawn, covering your face and issuing an apology, shaking your head, “I have no idea why I am yawning, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, come here,” he reached out to pull on your shoulder, and you were confused but allowed him to shift you, and then he started to rub your shoulders–and part of you was cringing but the other part was melting under his fingertips. The contrasting feelings were so confusing.

“What class is it, Sunshine?” his voice was so soft, so gentle, and you felt soothed by it…this felt familiar, normal to you, as he’d always taken such good care of you.

You hummed softly, your head tipping down to rest on your chest, your eyes drifting closed, the memory of those many years ago flashing through your mind.

You were so small, maybe five years old, and you were sitting on the ground picking flowers and putting them into a small vase you’d brought outside, and Ryosuke was there, but your brother was somewhere else. The two boys were a year older than you and if you could remember, it seemed to you that Yuto had went to the field across the street with the other boys to play soccer or something–but Ryosuke had lingered behind, sitting on the ground near you and he would gather the flowers around himself, presenting them to you in big bundles making you laugh as the number of flowers could hardly fit into the bottle.

“I love when you laugh,” he smiled, his head tilting, as you’d glanced up at him, curious, “You do?”

“I do,” he smiled, holding out another bundle of flowers he’d gathered for you, “You look like the sun when you smile or laugh, so bright, so pretty.”

Even at the young age you were, you felt flustered by these words, shaking your head, and he stopped you, his fingertip grazing your cheek, “Don’t say no, I wouldn’t lie to you, you’re like the sun…I should call you Sunshine, because that’s what you are to me, all of the brightness in the world in your smile…everything is dark when I can’t see it.”

You smiled then, and he laughed, “See! I’m blinded by your smile!” He feigned covering his eyes to protect himself from the ‘sunshine’ you were emitting and you couldn’t help but laugh as well, “You’re so silly, Yamada-kun!”

“Please, call me Ryosuke,” he leaned over to you, staring into your eyes, “I want to grow up and marry you one day–so you should call me by my name, that’s what people who are getting married do.”

“We’re going to get married?” you’d asked, tilting your head sideways and studying his face, not very clear on what this might mean, but willing to listen because out of all of your brother’s friends, you liked Ryosuke the best because he always waited for you when you lagged behind and if you fell he always held you until you stopped crying. He was always there to take good care of you.

“Yep! We’ll get married and we’ll be so happy together, and you’ll be my Sunshine always.”

His smile was so happy, and he was so animated, and you wanted to make him as happy as he always made you, so you nodded your head, laughing lightly, “Okay! Let’s get married one day then Yamada-kun!”

“Call me Ryosuke,” his voice was firm and you’d studied him for a moment and then nodded, “Alright, Ryosuke.”

It felt to you like you were drifting into a dream, and you struggled, trying to open your eyes when he gently shook your shoulders, his breath close to your ear, “What class is it, Sunshine?”

“Mmm…sociology,” you mumbled, and to you it felt like you were stuck in a long tunnel, sounds seeming to be distorted and warped.

“Watanabe-sensei?” he asked, pulling back on your shoulders, and you jumped, but your eyes stayed shut, your eyelids felt so heavy, your head so weighted you couldn’t lift it, everything felt like it was under water, responding quietly, “No, no…it’s…it’s Tanaka-sensei…”

“Good girl,” his voice was soft, soothing as his hand moved to lightly brush your cheek, pulling you into him, your back resting on his chest, his chin leaning on your shoulder, “You’re not getting enough rest, Sunny.”

You’d awakened, shocked that your room was completely dark, and you were in your pajamas, something you didn’t remember changing into. Disoriented and confused, you sat up, rubbing your eyes, the lingering smell of dinner filling the air, you glancing over and then gasped when you saw that it was nearly ten, you jumped up and moved quickly into the living room to find your parents sitting on the couch watching their evening programs.

“There you are!” your mother smiled broadly, “Yamada-kun told us about how you weren’t feeling well, he said you fell asleep while the two of you were in the middle of a conversation. Are you okay?”

You frowned, trying to remember what had happened–everything fuzzy and hard to put into a correct order, but somehow you knew you did fall asleep, but it didn’t feel quite right–even now, it didn’t feel normal, and you turned to look behind you, finding your brother and Ryosuke coming out of the hallway together.

“How are you feeling, Sunshine?” Ryosuke moved over to you, and you saw his hands move as if to touch you but then they dropped back down by his side, his eyes moving past you to land on your parents, then shifting back to you, “You made me worry, falling asleep like that, are you feeling better now?”

You tilted your head, struggling with your memories, nodding, “I feel fine…”

“You said your stomach was upset,” he murmured softly, then shook his head, “I hope it wasn’t the cake I made, it would make me feel horrible if it had made you sick.”

Was my stomach upset? Is that what happened?

You barely remembered the cake, shaking your head, your hand fluttering to touch your stomach, mulling over his words, “No, I’m sure it wasn’t that, I’m sure it was something from the cafeteria, Yamada-kun.”

You didn’t miss the way his eyes narrowed, twitching slightly at the use of his formal name, and then he smiled, “I’m relieved you are feeling better,” he turned and bowed to your parents, “Thank you so much for dinner, it was delicious!”

Your parents told him goodnight and then he stepped closer to you, “If you need anything, I’m here.”

His fingers ran across the edge of your hand, and you studied him, nodding, “Thank you.” Unsure of what was really happening, his voice so low only you could hear him when he continued to speak softly, it happened so fast that you could have imagined it, the words echoing in your mind, “I’ll take care of everything.”

What does that mean? What is he saying to me? I’m so confused.

Then he quickly turned, walking to the door after he did some stupid boy fist bump goodbye thing with your brother, and you stood still watching after him, the door closed, and you blinked, your brother stepping into your line of sight.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you nodded, not at all sure you really were fine, but not able to articulate to yourself, let alone your family what the feeling was, just deciding to act normal, “I’m hungry, I think I’ll warm up my dinner and then head to bed.”

You sat on your bed, your mind whirling, trying to remember something, anything that would jog your memory of the afternoon, moving over to your dresser, your hand grazing across the book there, and then looked curiously at your pin board, your eyes moving across the pictures there, and then you desperately shifted the items on your dresser, flipping open the book and turning it upside down, dropping to the floor to look under the dresser, your hand moving underneath looking for the missing picture.

You didn’t find it anywhere, standing back up your eyes landed in the garbage can, and you quickly lifted it to look into it, just in case it had fallen in there, but the only thing in there was the wrapper from the cake Ryosuke had given you. You sat the can back down, your finger tracing the spot where the picture of you and Yuri had been, confused about what could have happened to it.

Your dreams were dark that night, an inexplicable fear teasing at the edges, and you had no name for the face of the fear, only that you felt a deep sense of dread.

You were sitting in your first period class, everyone was whispering, and you leaned over to your friend next to you, “What’s going on?”

“Tanaka-sensei wasn’t here for homeroom, they’ve sent for a substitute while they try to find out where he is this morning.”

“Weird,” you murmured, glancing up as the principal walked in, standing at the front of the classroom with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Students,” he commanded attention, and everyone went silent, “Tanaka-sensei is absent today, and we have not been able to acquire a substitute so we will be asking that you all remain in your seats and participate in a quiet study period while we take care of getting another teacher in for you.”

The students bowed their heads in agreement, and the principal left the room, closing the door behind him.

Instantly, one of the boys on the front row turned to look at the other students, “I heard something bad happened to Tanaka-sensei!”

“What did you hear?”

“I heard that he died!”

“I heard that he was murdered….”

Your heart beat violently in your chest as conversations swirled around you.

“They found his body in his driveway this morning, bloody and mutilated!”

“I live on the street, I saw the ambulances there this morning! Something definitely happened, but I can’t even be sure it was his house!”

“My dad said it was him, and that he’d been shredded with a knife!”

“One of the teachers down the hall said his head was cut nearly off.”

You felt bile rising in your throat, jumping up from your seat, rushing out of the room, across the hall to the bathroom, barely making it into the stall before you threw up your breakfast.

You were gasping, your eyes watering as you tried to make sense of what was happening, trying to understand why you felt such dread, such fear…

If he was murdered, of course you’re afraid, that’s very horrifying!

No! This is something else…there’s a reason I’m afraid…think! THINK!

“Damn it!” you hissed, moving over to the sink, turning the water on cold and splashing your face with it, trying to calm down, “Think!”

You stared at your face, willing yourself to remember the missing pieces of what you couldn’t place, jumping when your eyes caught movement at the door, and then Ryosuke’s head popped around the corner.

“I just heard! I can’t come in there–you have to come out here.”

You felt the tears swelling up, and rushed across the room, glad to have him there, glad that you could have some sense of familiarity, feeling relieved when you were enfolded in his arms, holding you tightly as you sobbed.

“I-is it…true?”

His hand lifted, holding your head to his chest, “Shhh…you don’t need to worry about this now, everything is going to be okay, Sunshine, just don’t worry.”

“Is it true though, Yamada?”

You felt him take a deep breath, the word coming out like a hiss between his teeth, “Ryosuke.”

You wanted to punch him for being so stupid when your teacher might have been murdered, but you just huffed, “Is it true, Ryosuke?”

“Yes, it’s true,” he sighed, “I’m sorry it had to happen.”

You shook your head, his words sounding wrong in your mind but you couldn’t tell yourself why--you’re hysterical, everything’s fine--your fingers gripped his shirt, wet from your tears as you cried, “Why would someone do that? What kind of person would do something like that?”

He grew still, frozen with his hand on your head, his entire body felt tense, and you pulled back to look at him, his eyes fixed on you, his voice monotone, “What do you mean ‘what kind of person’?”

You struggled, trying to understand what he was asking, shaking your head, “I mean…why would someone do that? What kind of person would do that?”

“A person who wanted to protect someone they love.”

You pulled back, trying to understand, shaking your head, “…but…that’s not the way to do that…”

“Maybe Tanaka-sensei was a bad person, and the person who did it was trying to protect someone he loved–if that’s what it was, then the person who did this was a hero. People aren’t always what they seem, maybe he was a terrible man?”

You tried to imagine this of the small man who taught your sociology class being someone evil, knowing, of course, that people could hide many things through acting and good social skills, and truly someone who had a PhD. in psychology certainly would be able to pull something like that off fairly easily you had to imagine.

Yet, something about it felt off, felt wrong, and while you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, one thing was tugging at the back of your mind, one thing kept pushing at the wall that was built around memories in your mind–the glimpses of things that didn’t make sense.

You couldn’t help but shudder when you looked up at Ryosuke, his expression so soft, his eyes looking so gentle, but in your mind’s eye it seemed to you that he was not really this person you saw him as–that something else was happening here, and you couldn’t shake the feeling, the tendril of fear that was slowly wrapping around your entire being.

I have to get him away from here. I have to protect everyone.

What are you talking about? From Ryosuke? Why?

THINK! REMEMBER!

This is RYOSUKE…stop it!

“Like he was hurting other people?” you asked, your eyes wide at the thought, your heart pounding in your chest as you saw his eyes narrow slightly and to you it seemed that somehow he could see the conversation playing out in your mind, despite that being impossible.

“Of course,” he nodded, his expression returning to normal as his hands moved to push your hair back over your shoulders, “I heard that he was hurting his students.”

You gasped, feigning shock, even though you knew that it could be the truth, something inside you told you that Tanaka-sensei was not the one to be afraid of, your hand rushing to cover your mouth, “Really?”

“Yes,” he frowned, his voice impassive, “I’m sorry, I know you liked him, but he was not who you thought he was.”

“How terrible,” you shook your head, and your body was screaming for you to run, to get away, your fight or flight instincts on high alert, but you couldn’t move, couldn’t react, “..but his wife and daughter, how sad…”

“Yes,” he nodded, “I’m sure this is a shock to them as well, but the truth will come out and people will understand.”

You wondered at the way he said that, but didn’t have time to think on it, as an announcement came over the intercom that school was being let out early due to unforeseen circumstances.

“It really is true,” your eyes found his, and he nodded, reaching down to take your hand, “Let’s go home.”

You felt dizzy, things felt out of sorts, and students began moving out of the classrooms, into the hallway, the sound nearly deafening, and your eyes landed on the end of the hallway where Yuri’s head kept lifting above others, and you could hear him calling your name.

Something in the pit of your stomach rolled, an unnameable fear. A deep rooted terror that made you want to run far away the opposite direction, your eyes moving to look at Ryosuke who was staring at you, his eyes hard and his lips in a thin line as his eyes cut down the hallway toward Yuri, then bounced back to yours, his head tilting slightly as he studied you and you knew that he was watching, waiting for your reaction.

It’s him.

It can’t be him!

REMEMBER! THINK!

You swallowed thickly, as you glanced back to find Yuri pushing through the crowds, heading directly toward you.

Please, no, Yuri, please, no, just don’t see me!

You pulled on Ryosuke’s hand, turning to drag him down the hallway toward the other door, ignoring the sound of your name coming from the crowd behind you.

“Where are we going?” his voice held a hint of amusement, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a bad sign.

“I need to get out of here!” you cried out, pushing the door open and pulling him with you, tears streaming down your cheeks as you heard Yuri desperately crying out your name.

“Won’t your boyfriend be worried about you?” The word boyfriend came out of his mouth like a curse word, and you stumbled, catching your balance and moving forward.

He did this.

There’s something broken in him.

This is RYOSUKE!

He’s not the person you think he is!

REMEMBER!

Your blood ran cold, and you felt like someone was squeezing your heart in your chest, and you kept dragging him along, glancing over to find his expression cold and distant, and you smiled, digging deeply into yourself, not entirely sure why you felt this need to mislead him, as it felt like you might just be in shock, or maybe losing your mind, the words coming off your lips smoothly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t have a boyfriend, Ryosuke.”

He laughed, but it was bitter and cold and condescending, “Don’t lie to me, Sunshine.”

You glanced behind you, not seeing any students on the sidewalk, not seeing Yuri anywhere, stopping, and turning on Ryosuke, “I don’t know what you mean?”

“Yuri?”

You felt the sting of tears in your eyes but you cursed internally, telling yourself to stop it, to play this game, strange memories beating on the walls of your memory to be released, some part of you clicking into survival mode, “Oh, he likes to imagine that he’s my boyfriend, I’ve tried to tell him I don’t feel that way about him, but he doesn’t seem to take a hint.”

You laughed, trying to make light of it, and you couldn’t tell if Ryosuke was listening to you or not, his eyes sharp and focused, apprising you, and you tried to keep your head clear, to seem confident.

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” you nodded, shrugging, “I don’t know where he got the idea that I was interested in him–it must have been that project we worked on together.”

“I see,” he squeezed your hand, his expression softening, “I understand–if he’s bothering you then I–”

No! No! Stop him!

“No, please, he’s no bother, he’s nothing to me, not even worth the time of this conversation,” you tried to make sure he heard what you were saying, that he’d believe it and even though you didn’t fully understand why you felt such an overwhelming need to protect Yuri, you didn’t question it, you just did it.

“That’s good,” Ryosuke smiled, holding your hand firmly as he turned, “C’mon, Sunshine, let’s go home.”

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you saw that Yuri was sitting on your doorstep as you turned the corner to your house, Ryosuke’s grip on your hand nearly crushing your fingers before he quickly released your hand and you drew it up to your chest.

“I thought he wasn’t your boyfriend,” he hissed, his eyes shifting to stare at you, and you rolled your eyes, “I told you he’s not, he just fancies himself as such.”

As soon as Yuri saw you he bolted up off the steps, “Oh my God! You scared the hell out of me! I didn’t know what happened to you! Tanaka-sensei was murdered, and the whole town is on lock-down! I was out of my mind with worry when I couldn’t find you at the school!”

He was rushing toward you, and you could tell he was going to hug you, and you saw Ryosuke stop walking, his entire body coiled and tense beside you and your eyes stung with tears, as you said the words, “Chinen-san, I have no idea how many times I have to tell you that I am not interested in you!”

Yuri froze in mid-step, “Wh…what?”

“I’ve told you over and over again that I don’t feel that way about you and now you’re here on my steps! Go home! You’re family needs you!”

I need you, please, please, go home Yuri!

Yuri frowned, his head tilting to the side, “What in the world are you talking about?”

You laughed, and it sounded cruel and hateful in your own ears, “That you can’t take a hint, Chinen-san, you need to go home and stop coming around here.”

“What are you talking about!?” his voice was high pitched, near hysterical, and he began to move closer to you, and you pitched forward, your hands landing on his chest, pushing him away as you rushed past him toward your house, “Just leave me alone!”

You didn’t look back, you didn’t want to look back, didn’t want to see Yuri’s expression, feeling relief when you felt Ryosuke following you into the house, and not speaking to Yuri, who was still standing in the same spot, his eyes wide with worry and hurt and uncertainty as he stared at you when you slammed the door shut.

Please, please go home Yuri, go home now!

You turned around to find Ryosuke standing directly behind you, his breath hot on your face, and you jumped. He smiled, and then he drew his hand up between you, a small bite-sized cupcake perched on his fingertips, “I made your favorite.”

You stared at the morsel, your mind screaming that you should not eat it, trying desperately to pry open the locked box of memories, but unable to, and then he stepped forward, your back hitting the door as you retreated, and his fingers lifted, pressing the cake to your lips.

“Don’t you want it, Sunshine?” he asked, his bottom lip jutting out dramatically, and you felt your mouth open despite your mind screaming to do the opposite, and you chewed it quickly, swallowing it, your face twisting at the bitter taste as soon as it left your mouth, and then the room began to spin.

“Wh-what…” you tried to talk, tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come and you felt the world shifting, and he caught you, lifting you up, your head falling backward over his arm as you were unable to pick it up.

“Shh,” he whispered, his arm shifting so your head lolled forward and you could see him, despite your eyes blinking slowly, and he was smiling, “I’ve got you, I’ll take care of you–I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

You blinked, the light from the window fading from the setting sun, groaning because your head was hurting so badly, your hand raising up to touch your eyes, groaning.

“Welcome back, Sunshine,” Ryosuke’s voice was soft in your ear and you jerked sideways, yelping, as he was sitting on the bed with you.

“Yama—errr…Ryosuke…what…what happened?”

You know what happened, you know everything!

“I am keeping you safe,” he whispered, smiling softly, “I told your parents and they know you’re here, they said you should stay until the lock-down is lifted. I told them my parents are taking good care of you.”

Despite your face remaining impassive, not giving away the truth of the images flashing in your mind, you wanted to scream as the memories began to weave together, creating a cohesive story of what had taken place, of who Ryosuke really was.

He’s been drugging you for years.

He’s told you stories of what he’s done to ‘help’ you.

To keep you ‘safe’.

Then drugs you so you forget.

He didn’t go to a boarding school.

Where did he go?

What did the whispers in the hall say?

It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be true.

It’s true, you know it’s true.

It’s true.

His eyes were steady on yours, and then he laughed, loud and sharp, “I see,” he shifted, standing up from the bed, moving across the room, and you realized you didn’t know where you were, your eyes widening as you took in the sparse contents of the space, glancing out the window, realizing you were on the second story of a house.

“That’s too bad,” he murmured, turning on the lamp on the dresser, the room lighting up and your gasped, your eyes taking in the walls of the room, covered with pictures, there had to be thousands of them, wallpapering the entire expanse of the room, pictures of you, pictures of people you spent time with–and you stood up, turning to see the wall closest to you, tears stinging your eyes as you took in the pictures interspersed with others of you and Yuri.

Ryosuke’s voice was deep and dark in your ear as he leaned around you, pinning a new picture onto the wall–the missing picture from your bulletin board in your room, the latest picture of you and Yuri together, “You told me he was just a friend.”

You were trembling, and you crossed your arms, trying to stop yourself from falling apart, “He is.”

“Don’t lie to me, Sunshine,” he hissed, his hands grabbing your shoulders, twisting you around and then pushing you back into the wall, the pushpins pressing into your back and legs, turning your face to the side as he moved into rest his forehead on yours.

“Tell the truth,” he whispered, “Is Yuri your boyfriend?”

“I–I…Yamada, I just…it’s not what you think…”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it’s just I didn’t want to hurt his feelings,” your voice was shaking and your body trembled when his hand came up to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him in the eyes.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” he spit the words out between gritted teeth, his body shaking in fury and you tried to think of a way to get away from him.

“I don’t know what you want to know!” you whispered, his eyes closing for a moment, his jaw tensing and for a single second you saw that he was truly tortured, truly mad.

“I asked you a simple question,” his eyes opened, boring into your own, “and I expect a simple answer–is Yuri your boyfriend or not?”

“No.”

“Why do you have to always hurt me when you’re with me? I have been so faithful to you, Sunshine,” his fist shot out, slamming into the wall behind you, causing you to jump, his voice a low, deep, mournful tone, “I went through hell to be here with you, and you lie to me while you’re looking right into my eyes–why?”

He jerked your head back, pushing off the wall and pacing over to the window, looking out at the sunset, turning to glance at you, the words soft and broken, “Don’t you love me? Don’t you care about the promise you made?”

Promise I made, what is he talking about?

“You promised we’d grow up and get married,” he murmured, turning around and glaring at you, “Everything I’ve done, it’s been for you. All of it!”

“All of it?” you repeated his words.

“Yes! Of course!” he cried out, pacing between the window and bed, “All of the things I manipulated, all of the people I took care of for you–all the things I did so that we could be happy together!”

“You…” your voice was faint, and you felt like you might burst into tears but didn’t want to, didn’t want him to see your weakness, “Tanaka-sensei…”

“Well,” he threw his hands up in the air, “Of course, Tanaka-sensei, but I mean that was nothing, he was no one…the camp director that yelled at you for knocking over the display at the front table! I fixed that for you! The coach from the away team that glared at you during the game your eighth year and made you cry? I mean, do you have any idea what I’ve done for you? How hard I have worked to ensure that you are happy?!”

By the end of his speech he was screaming, and you shuddered, “I didn’t know.”

He was shaking, his face red with fury, and he stormed over to you, grabbing your arm, dragging you out of the room, “Come see this, you need to see this!”

He was heading toward the stairs, and you cried out, “Yamada! You’re hurting me!”

“Shut up!” he pushed you forward toward the steps and you nearly fell, his hands grabbing your waist just before you lost your footing, and then he cursed, stepping in front of you to grab your arm again, and pulled you down the steps.

He drug you through what must have been his living room, and then down a hallway, and you were terrified, because everything was dark and dusty, and it was like the house hadn’t been lived in for months.

“I did this for you!”

He kicked the door in front of him, the wood cracking and a loud crash sounding as it burst open, hitting the wall inside the room, and you gasped, crying out, covering your mouth, closing your eyes when you saw his parents, both in their bed, covered in blood, the entire room looking like something out of a horror movie, and you tried to pull away, tried to run, but he grabbed you around the waist, forcing you to look into the room, his mouth hot and vicious in your ear, “They sent me away–they told me I couldn’t be with you–and they put me in a hospital far away from you! They wanted to keep us apart! I did this for you, so we could be together!”

“Why?” you cried, and his arm held you tighter around the waist, his voice softening as he spoke, “Sunshine, I love you, you’re all I need, all I care about–and I know you’re confused, I know it’s confusing, but I know you love me, please…”

He shook, and you felt him slump forward a bit, as if the weight of everything was heavy on him, and his voice was trembling when he spoke, “Please, tell me that you love me…that you love me and that you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

You felt your heart beating wildly in your chest, and you knew that this was the method, maybe the only way you were going to be able to get away from him, so you took a deep breath, “I love you, Ryosuke.”

He sobbed, his other hand moving up your chest to wrap around your throat, you felt his tears hit your neck, moving slowly down your chest, and you reached your hands up, resting one on his arm, the other moving back to hold his head against you, “I love you, Ryosuke.”

“You really do love me,” he whispered, his voice wet and sad, and you closed your eyes to keep from seeing his dead parents in front of you, “You love me.”

“I love you,” you repeated, “but…we can’t stay here, Ryosuke,”

“Wh…what? Why?”

“This house is not clean enough for our home,” you whispered, praying he would think the same way once you planted the idea, “We should live in a beautiful home by the sea, isn’t that what you always said?”

“Y-yes…”

“See, I know you, because I love you,” you tried to turn and for a moment his hands held you still, then he slowly released you, letting you turn to look at him, and when you finally looked up at his face you felt sadness, sorrow, so many emotions that were competing to get out, because he meant what he said, meant that he loved you, and somehow, in his demented mind, this all made sense to him, this was because he believed this was the right way to love.

“I love you, Ryosuke,” you whispered, and his eyes were so soft, and his face was so normal, it would have been easy to imagine that this was all just a bad dream, “We should go to find a house by the sea.”

“We can’t yet,” he whispered, “I still have things I have to do here…”

“More important things than being together?”

“No,” he laughed softly, “nothing is more important than that–but…I haven’t finished this yet, we can go, we can leave as soon as we have it sorted.”

“What’s left to do? I’ll help you finish it…”

You felt like if you could get out of this house, then maybe you could signal to someone, maybe you could get help…

“I have to take care of Yuri,” he murmured, “Since you love me, that’s all that’s left, because he’ll never leave us alone.”

No!

“He won’t bother us,” you whispered, “I won’t let him bother us, we don’t need to worry about him.”

“We don’t?” he looked confused, and shook his head lightly.

“No, we don’t have to worry about him, let’s go, just me and you, let’s go to the sea now…we’ll run away from everyone and be happy together.”

“What about your parents? And Yuto?”

“I’ll tell them I’m happy–that’s all they care about? Just that I am happy.”

“I don’t know…” he pulled away and you realized his mind was slipping into planning mode again, and you grabbed his face, pushing forward to kiss him, and his eyes were wide and open and he was frozen in place, and then for a moment he melted, he melted into you, and he trembled, tears streaming down his face as his hands moved to hold you closely.

He smiled, and then he nodded, “Okay, okay…let’s go.”

You smiled, and then he took your hand, heading toward the front door, and you were running through escape plans in your mind, thinking about what to do next, and then his phone rang.

He froze in place and he glanced at you, and you shrugged, “You should get that, right?”

He frowned, reaching in his pocket to pull his phone out, glaring at the screen, and then pressing the button, raising his finger to his lips to signal for you to be quiet, and you nodded as he answered, “Hello.”

“Calm down, Yuto,” he shook his head, “Yes, she’s here with me, she’s fine.”

“What?”

“I see…” his eyes moved up the wall and then snapped over to you, and you saw it. the nearly imperceptible change in them, and it seemed like your heart stopped beating in your chest, knowing that Yuto was saying something that was changing everything.

“Shhh,” you whispered, stepping forward speaking into the other ear, “He is part of them, we don’t need them, we have each other.”

“I understand.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

He hung up the phone and a moment passed that you remained still and silent and then he tilted his head, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his voice a hiss, “You lied to me.”

You were three feet from the front door, and realized that you had one chance, shoving him as hard as you could and bolting toward the door, relieved when it began to open, and then his foot hit the door, causing it to slam shut as he grabbed you around the waist, dragging you backward.

“I told you to tell the truth, and you didn’t even care enough to do that!” he growled, jerking you to the side, and you sprawled out across the floor, scrambling to get back up, but he was there, his hand shoving you back into the wall, pressing against your chest, “Don’t move again, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then let me go,” you glared at him, “If you care so much about me, then let me go.”

“That’s not caring, that’s giving up. I’ll help you see the truth.”

His eyes widened when he heard your cellphone ring, and you wanted to cry, because it was Yuto’s ring tone. Ryosuke reached forward, his hand moving across your hip as he reached into your back pocket to pull out your phone, sliding the button to deny the call.

“I wonder,” he mused, turning the phone around for you to look at it, “Unlock it.”

“No,” you hissed, “I won’t!”

“Unlock it or I swear I’m going to kill your brother for interfering, and then your parents too!”

Your hand was shaking as you lifted your finger typing in the code to unlock it, and he nodded, “Thank you.”

He stood in front of you and you had no idea what he was looking at but as his expression morphed you had a pretty good idea.

“So many messages from Yuri…’Thanks for the fun date!’ ‘You’re so cute in blue’…’My favorite part of today was the goodnight kiss!’…oh, here’s my personal favorite so far, ‘I’m so glad I am your boyfriend–I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world’.”

“That’s a shame, that’s a real pity, I actually liked him…”

“Liked?” your blood ran cold, your breath caught in your throat, and then your voice was high and frantic, “What did you do, Yamada!?”

His hand shot out, grasping your neck and pushing you against the wall behind you, his voice calm and smooth, “How many times do I have to tell you to call me, Ryosuke?”

��I-I’m so-sorry,” you managed to choke out, and he released some of the pressure, but still didn’t let your neck go.

“Of course you are,” he murmured, continuing to look through the texts on your phone, “You want to be good, you just need me to handle the distractions is all. You just don’t know what’s good for you. I’ll help you understand.”

Your mind was screaming, terrified for Yuri, your family, and then Ryosuke, threw your phone across the room when it began to ring again, this time your Mom’s ringtone.

“Look at what you’ve done, Sunshine,” he frowned, his fingers tense on your neck, “Now I can’t take my time like I wanted to.”

“Y-your time?”

“Let me show you,” he laughed but it wasn’t with humor, it was with madness, as he grabbed your arm and pulled you across the living room to another hallway, and then he opened a door, that led to a stairwell that was completely dark, “Go on.”

“I…I can’t see anything,” you turned to look at him and he rolled his eyes, reaching around you to turn on a switch that caused a small light to fill the stairwell, and you realized it was leading you down into the basement.

If you go down there you’re never coming back out alive.

“I’m scared,” you tried to move to the side but his hand held you fast, “I don’t want to go down there.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, I’m here, aren’t I?”

He pushed you a bit and your foot hit the first step to keep from falling, “Go on, after this we’ll leave.”

You took a deep breath, slowly taking the steps one by one, and when you were halfway down, you heard a noise, and you yelped, but Ryosuke’s hand pushed your back forward, as he reached over to flip on a switch the basement lighting up, and your eyes adjusted slowly.

You looked past all of the boxes and lawn equipment and then you saw something moving in the corner, and your hand moved up to cover your mouth to stop the scream from coming out.

No, no, no, please, no…

“Well, go on then!” Ryosuke huffed, pushing you forward, “Go say goodbye, so we can be done with this.”

You knew even as he said the words that you wouldn’t be leaving here alive, and you knew he might not intend to leave either as you glanced up at the stairwell, the door closed.

“I said go!” he pushed you, and you tripped, your knees hitting the concrete floor, and you felt the tears stinging your eyes as you crawled to the corner, Yuri’s eyes wide, despite one of them black and blue and swollen, his head shaking, begging you to not come to him, but you had no choice–you had to go to him, you had to tell him you were so sorry, this was your fault for not remembering, for not seeing the truth.

You scrambled over his legs, pulling the gag out of his mouth, and you sobbed, holding him as you cried, and he was whispering, his voice hoarse, “Run, please, you have to run, get away, get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you, I love you,” you whispered, pulling back, to look at him, and he shook his head, his eyes wet with tears, “I’m not leaving you, Yuri!”

“Don’t be stupid,” he smiled, and you reached up to brush the blood off of his mouth where his lip had cracked open from the wound he had there, “I love you, please, go!”

You jumped when you heard the loud clap behind you, and turned to see Ryosuke standing a few feet away, clapping his hands, rolling his eyes, “Here’s to true love and all that…you two…I almost believed you, Sunshine, but I knew–I could have left him here to starve to death–but I had to know…and would you just look at you…”

He squatted down, leveling his eyes with your own, shouting, “Just fucking look at you!”

He stood up, shaking his head, his voice furious, “I knew if I brought you here I’d know the truth and there it is–you really were lying to me.”

You started to open your mouth, and then closed it when his eyes narrowed, and then you moved to block Yuri from him, “You are the liar.”

“What?”

“You lied to me, you’ve drugged me for years, I saw all the pictures upstairs! I’m passed out in most of them! You followed me and stalked me and you killed people and you’re absolutely crazy–and YOU ARE THE LIAR!”

He stared at you, and then he laughed, and in that moment you were more afraid than you had been all along, because whatever was left of the Ryosuke you’d known seemed to fade right before your eyes, and all that was left was the madman.

You reached in your back pocket, realizing you had a house key in there, pulling it out and tapping Yuri with it, and you felt him draw the zip ties that were binding his wrists up against the key twisting them, trying to break them, your fingers holding the key as tightly as you could.

Ryosuke stood up, pacing back and forth across the space, mumbling words about how this wasn’t the plan about how this wasn’t how it was supposed to turn out, and his hands flew up into his hair, and you sighed when you felt the zip ties pop loose, Yuri’s hands bending your fingers and putting the key between your fingers as a weapon, and he shifted, a small bit, and you saw out of the corner of your eye that he’d pointed to a wooden baseball bat about three feet away.

Ryosuke was still talking to himself, and you twisted your head, careful to not draw attention, whispering, “Tell me when…”

“Now, right now!”

You bolted up, and Ryosuke’s expression was filled with shock and surprise as you launched yourself toward him, your fist hitting his cheek and flying upward, a deep gash spilling blood as the key ripped through his skin, and then his fist shot out, hitting you in the stomach, causing you to double over, and then he moved backward, his foot flying sideways to kick the side of your head, and you spun around, skidding across the floor.

You heard the sound, the whoosh in the air, the almost hollow resonating sound of the baseball bat landing on target, and then there were voices and taunts and threats, and you groaned, rolling onto your side, trying to see what was happening, and you realized Ryosuke was stumbling, his entire body bent over, but he was still standing, and his hand was reaching into his pocket, and you knew he was getting his weapon.

Before he could draw the weapon out, Yuri swung the baseball bat again, hitting Ryosuke’s shoulder and knocking him off balance, then he swung the bat back the other direction hitting him across the face, causing Ryosuke to spin around, and fall to the floor. Yuri moved over him, pushing the bat into his chest, “You fucking psychotic asshole! This is for me!”

You turned your head as Yuri raised the bat again, the sickening sound of it hitting Ryosuke’s head again loud in your ear, but he was laughing, he was laughing at Yuri, and he was still trying to talk–and Yuri shifted, his foot coming down heavy on Ryosuke’s chest causing him to groan, raising the bat again, screaming, “THIS IS FOR HER!”

You clenched your eyes shut and covered your ears as he swung again, and then tried to get away, crying, when someone touched you, jerking backward, and Yuri was calling out trying to calm you down, “It’s me! It’s me!”

You burst into tears, letting yourself be enclosed in his arms, and he whispered, “Stand up.”

You tried, dizzy from the hits and you couldn’t stand up straight, but his hands helped you up, and then when your head moved he reached up to cover your eyes, “Don’t look, please, just keep your eyes closed.”

You nodded, and then he lifted you into his arms, sweeping you up and moved quickly to the steps. When you felt the outdoor air hit your face you burst into tears again, and Yuri fell onto the lawn with you, pulling you into his arms, and he held you, his hands feeling around you, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Your eyes flew open when you heard Yuto’s voice calling out your name and then things happened so fast it was nearly impossible to keep up with it, police, and ambulances, and people everywhere, but you absolutely refused to let go of Yuri, even when they wanted to do an exam, you told them they could, because you weren’t letting him out of your sight.

He had closed his eyes while they checked you, and you’d done the same for him, but your hands remained entwined the entire time. Bit and pieces of the story began to filter in. Ryosuke had been released from the hospital but was supposed to check in each month. He’d missed his check in for two months, and then they tried to contact his parents but they didn’t respond. They’d eventually sent someone here to check on him, but they never returned. The police had been notified the day before.

The entire town had been abuzz for months over the entire situation, but you and Yuri had been thankful to just be alive, spending your senior year of high school enjoying yourselves, trying to forget what was, and embrace what is and was yet to be.

10 Years Later:

“Yuri?” you came in from the store, tossing your keys on the counter and juggling the bags in your hands when he came into the entryway, grabbing two of the bags, leaning around the third one to kiss you quickly.

“How was everything?” you asked, following him into the kitchen.

“Fine,” he laughed lightly, “I don’t know why you think I’m not capable of watching our children for more than ten minutes at a time,” he huffed as he sat the groceries down, frowning as he crossed his arms.

You sat the bag you’d been carrying down, moving over to him, and looking up at him, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be paranoid.”

He sighed, “I know, I understand,” he rest his hands on your hips, pulling you into him has he kissed you, and you laughed as his lips made a line down your neck, his voice a whisper, “They’re all napping now…so you know..we could…”

You laughed when the monitor on the counter made a noise, clearly indicating that one of the three girls were awake…and sure enough within a few moments your older daughter who was five came bounding around the corner into the kitchen.

Yuri practically shoved you out of the way when she reached her arms up to him, and you scoffed, “I see you gave her sweet treats then…”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, she just loves me, that’s all,” he smiled, sticking his tongue out playfully.

“Sure, sure,” you laughed, walking over to the stack of mail on the counter that you’d pulled out of one of the bags when you’d come in, having checked the box on the way home.

You shuffled through it, stopping on an envelope that did not have a return address. Curious, you ripped it open, tapping it and three images fell out onto the counter.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you tried to say something but nothing would come out, paralyzed with fear as your eyes were locked on the man in the picture with your daughter.

Yuri shifted over next to you, and before you could say anything your daughter laughed loudly, “Oh!!! It’s my friend!!!”

Yuri snapped, his voice laced with fear, “What friend?”

You turned slowly to look at your daughter, who was pointing to the picture, “That friend, he comes to visit when I play in the back yard. He knows Mommy and Daddy’s names and all about us.”

You slid the top picture away to look at the two underneath, finding one of your three year old daughter with him, and then a picture of yourself in the backyard playing with the girls.

“Y-Yuri…Yuri..” you gasped, trying to catch your breath, and you heard him call out your name as the world began to go dark around you, whispering in desperation, “Check on the baby!”

He’s still alive.

He knows where we live.

He’s met our daughters.

He’s back.

#maeartheclipseta #yamada ryosuke #hey say jump #yandere #warning: violence and death #Mod J #This one is scary lol I don't know how I feel about writing scary stories yet lol #I hope you enjoy it!#drabble #drabbles #AU

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