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yansimstorythatiwillnotworkon · 3 months ago

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#13

Wednesday

Amise sighed, crossing her arms at Ayano’s request. “You want me to go track down Lorelai?” She asks, lifting an eyebrow at her. Based on her body language, expression and tone of voice it didn’t seem like she wanted to be seeing Ayano at the moment. “Why?”

The two were currently at the outside cafeteria, sitting in one of the spots. This early, no one else was usually in the area, although it tends to be quite crowded during lunch. Thanks to the lack of students for the week, there likely wouldn’t be too many people in the area anyway.

“I’m trying to… resolve or prevent the conflict between him and Frankie.” Ayano explains briefly. “And I need you to locate him in order to do that.” Despite her explanation, Amise’s expression was still nothing outside of suspicious.

Tilting her head to the side, Amise averted her gaze, seemingly thinking. After a moment, she sighed, “I suppose, technically, this is my job..” She muttered underneath her breath as she held her hand to her mouth in thought.

After a brief nod, Amise says. “I’ll see what I can do.” Before Ayano walks away, though, she then adds, “Actually, I need you to do something for me as well.”

Since Ayano still evidently needed time to think of a plan for Lori and Frankie, it wouldn’t really be much of a burden if she did some sort of task while she did so. The only idea Ayano had at the moment was to offer more than what the client was paying or ask Info-Chan what to do about it, which would no-doubt result in another winding task.

“I want you to do some research on Tokuko Kitagawa’s sickness. Her throat virus or whatever it is.” Amise explained, “If she doesn’t find a cure to it soon, she won’t be able to participate in the play, which will cause a lot of conflict by next week.”

“Mm… right. I’ll head to the library and see what I can figure out.” Ayano explains briefly, standing up and tossing her spare soda can into the recycling bin. Amise herself didn’t get up, instead sitting and watching Ayano leave.

After Ayano leaves, Amise sighs and leans back in her chair. Since Ayano had made the genius decision to kill Amai, there was now way more conflict in the school than likely needed. If more suspicious things like Amai’s sudden suicide continued happening, students would eventually end up leaving, which would mess up… a lot. Not specifically for what Amise has in mind, but it’d make a lot of futures for her peers crumble, or at least be held off. Especially if with Ayano’s… “events” it caused the school to shut down.

Amise hums to herself. Taro was generally a pretty plain guy, realistically speaking. He’s done nothing out of the ordinary to or for Ayano. Anyone would do the same- help a girl off the floor after bumping into them. In fact, several people in the school have likely done similar, if not nicer things for Ayano already.

“Gosh..” Amise sighs, picking up the sound of slow footsteps approaching her from behind. She casually undoes her hair, flipping it over her shoulder and tying it back into the bun it was previously. As she flips her hair back, she catches a glimpse of the person behind her. “Oh, Horuda. How are you today?” She asks, smiling at her.

Horuda offers a shaky smile back. Her default expression was usually her smiling in an awkward, almost unnatural manner. Oftentimes, she isn’t even feeling happy, and just smiles for the sake of seeming appealing. Frankly, Amise is worried that Horuda’s forgotten the feeling of being happy at this point, and that her face is just used to being shaped like that.

“Alright..” Horuda says in her usual quiet voice. Then, without a change in her expression, she continues, “Actually, I’m not alright. That’s why I came to you.” She giggles a bit, again without a change in her expression and a lack of emphasis in her voice.

Amise tilts her head to the side. “Alright, then… what exact…ly..” She immediately trails off as she catches a glimpse of Horuda’s hair, which, despite seeming to come to Amise because of it, immediately raises her hand up, as if to hide it. Horuda’s hair, where it would usually fall onto her shoulders, had a huge chunk missing just behind her left ear.

From behind, it’s likely that others wouldn’t notice, but if her hair were to fall out of that specific place, anyone would notice it. “Horuda.” Amise stands up with a pitiful frown, walking over to circle around behind Horuda. The girl in question nearly shrinks from Amise’s presence, likely due to her height feeling as though someone was looming behind her. Amise learned that this was where her fear of being approached from behind came in to play.

Thankfully, Horuda had recently gotten out of the habit of apologizing at every minor inconvenience. “My hair doesn’t grow back very fast.” She murmurs under her breath, “I don’t want to cut my hair..”

“You could keep it like this. Hope no one sees. But in the end won’t those girls just bring attention to it anyway?” Amise asked, to which Horuda sadly nodded. “What was their scheme this time?”

Horuda frowns, tapping on her thighs with an exhale before muttering. “...you know how Hoshiko’s ‘afraid of scissors’?”

Amise shakes her head in disappointment. Hoshiko in particular- known by several other victims of hers- enjoys abusing her peers. Or at the very least she likes cutting hair. It was obvious that Hoshiko claimed that she had a fear of scissors so that she would immediately be eliminated in the “who cut Horuda’s hair” question. If Amise were to speak in a full ‘bully conspiracy’ manner, she would accuse Hoshiko of constantly lying and putting up a fake personality in order to get away with her sadistic desires.

Amise knew this was true, a few other students knew it was true, and Horuda certainly knew that it was true. The whole problem in terms of bullying or abuse upon students via other students isn’t seen as that big of a problem in Akademi since nothing ever goes too far. Or, a better way to put it would be that whatever does go too far is kept under the radar from the staff, student council, and a select few students.

The only reason Amise doesn’t do anything about it is because she’s one of the select few students who the victims happen to keep their lips zipped shut around. Thanks to this, a lot of Amise’s free time is spent keeping an eye on the more victim-known students. Kokuma, Hazu, Otohiko…

With a sigh, Amise undoes her hair once more, this time using her own hair tie to tie a bun into Horuda’s hair. With the way she’d placed the bun, it masked the missing chunk of hair pretty well. “...that’ll have to do.” Amise mumbles, stepping back.

Horuda turns around, looking at Amise as if asking how she looked. Rather than waiting for a comment, though, she taps her fingers together with a nervous smile. “You look beautiful with your hair down.” She says, averting her gaze.

Amise smiles, although it’s more so full of pity than flattered. “Thanks, Horuda.” She says, folding her arms lightly. “You should consider different hairstyles. You look nice with your hair down as well, but I think a bob cut or something of the sort would fit you just as well.”

“I’ll think about it, Amise.” Horuda mutters, hanging her head a bit. She pauses for a moment in thought, before swiftly tugging down some strands of hair to hide her face a bit more. “I-I’m going to go…” She trails off, likely not knowing what she was going to do herself. “..walk somewhere. Thank you, Amise.”

Horuda bows her head respectfully before quickly walking off elsewhere. Amise sighs as the shorter girl scurries off. Before she could bring it to her to think, a text message came from her phone. At first she assumed that it would be Info-Chan, but thankfully, luck was on her side.

Haru: Hey, Amise ^^

Haru: I know you’re probably in school too right now buuuuut…

Haru: Can I ask you a favor?

Haru: Pleeeeease?

Amise: Why are you pleading before you even ask the question?

Haru: To increase my luck?

Haru: [Haruka gains +10 Luck]!!

Amise: Sigh… now I have to do it :(

Haru: Correct!

Haru: Ami, can you please check on my brother for me?

Amise: Oh, that’s a lot less fiendish then I was expecting.

Amise: Why do you ask?

Haru: I haven’t had a chance to properly talk to him since his friend passed, and I won’t be able to for a while since I’m at our aunt’s right now.

Haru: How do you think he’s performing at school right now?

Amise: Weeeell…

“Sounds like tonsillitis.” Kuu says after Ayano gave her a brief explanation of what Tokuko complained about. When Ayano gives her a semi-shocked look, Kuu adds on. “That’s just an assumption, though.” She shrugs. “She could have gone to a poor clinic- maybe they gave her the wrong antibiotics or something. Just tell her to sleep more, gargle some salt water and live with someone else for a while.”

“That last bit sounds excessive.” Ayano mumbles, folding her arms with a raised eyebrow. Sure, Ayano herself probably couldn’t think of anything better, but it’s not like Tokuko could just up and move somewhere else. And if it were really that simple, wouldn’t she have done so by now?

Kuu simply shrugs at Ayano’s comment. “Well, it sounds better for a singer to leave an environment that ruins their voice.” She claims, handing Ayano a book on common infections in the body. “Just give her that and offer her my advice. If she doesn’t take it then oh well. I’m not going to the play anyway.”

“Hm.” Ayano nods with a quiet hum. “Alright. I’ll tell her that.” She bows her head briefly. “Thanks for your input.”

Kuu simply nods back and Ayano takes her leave right after. With impeccable timing as ever, as soon as Ayano closes the door to the library, she receives a message from Info-Chan.

Info-Chan: Your best way to get Lori’s interest is by offering him more money than his client, which I’m sure you’re aware of.

Ayano: And if I can’t?

Info-Chan: You could always do a life-lasting favor for me ^^

Info-Chan: Or you could take it up with his client in general.

Info-Chan: But in order to do that you’d have tooooo?

Ayano: Learn who his client is. I’m aware.

Ayano: I’ll ask Frankie about it.

Frankie taps her phone against her lips and slowly mutters a reply. “Well… I admit that I could probably just gain evidence and tell the police or something. But.. I mean…” She presses her lips together tightly before sighing. “..okay, so I used to know Lori in middle school. Not like a friend or anything, but he–” She coughs, likely to brush off that she knows his real gender, “--she and I were in a, uh… let’s say a similar situation with grade issues.”

“You and him were both getting bad grades.” Ayano says, sitting on the desk next to Frankie’s. The gyaru presses her lips together, contemplating if she’d let Lori’s real gender slip or if Ayano knew beforehand.

Whichever one she was thinking of at the moment, she ignores it and continues. “Right. So we were both assigned for after-school classes, but he either didn’t show up or was literally forced in by some teacher who caught him before he could leave school.” Frankie twirls a piece of her hair around her finger and continues in a low tone. “I was always kind of concerned because if he wasn’t subtly misbehaving in school, I saw him sitting outside of his house late at night, or just generally being alone.”

“So did you ever talk to him? If you noticed him so often, then I would assume that you did at least once.” Ayano asks, resting her arms on the desk as she leaned her head on her shoulder.

Frankie nods, “Yeah, no, I tried. And- I also… um..” She lifts a fist to her mouth in thought, her eyes shut for a moment. “Ugh… several incidents had me thinking that he needed help at home, and I still do think that. So… I talked to him to ask him about it, but he just got mad at me. He threatened me if I told anyone, but I didn’t listen and I told the police about it.”

It takes Frankie a moment, but she eventually inhales and exhales deeply, ready to continue. “The police looked into it, but apparently nothing was wrong and Lori never admitted to anything. Lori wasn’t in school for a week after that, but when he came back he hunted me down and- believe it or not- beat me up. I..” Her gaze drags down to her lap, “I thought I made it worse, but I didn’t exactly stop trying to help him. Whenever one of my plans didn’t work, my punishment was really just whatever Lori threw at me at the time. And I accepted it.”

Ayano folds her arms. “So… you assumed that something bad was happening to Lori at home- I’m going to guess some sort of abuse..” Frankie nods and Ayano continues. “...so, you tried several times to get him help, but each time it failed. As a result, Lori’s treatment would probably get worse at home, and in turn, Lori would attack you.” She exhales at Frankie’s seconds nod. “That’s a bit much for a middle schooler to deal with, huh?”

Frankie shrugs, her gaze not leaving her lap. “Sure, generally speaking.” After that comment, she continues with her explanation. “Since Lori is now constantly beating me up, I assumed that… I assumed that my nagging might have made Lori’s situation worse than before, so… I stopped trying to get help for myself.” She furrowed her eyebrows and picked at her skirt as she muttered, “Part of me feels like it’s the least I could do- like I deserve it for… possibly making his life worse. I’m willing to do… a lot to make up for what I did, but he just won’t talk to me.”

“But you don’t know if you did anything.” Ayano points out, only receiving a sigh in response from Frankie. “So, hypothetically, what did you expect me to do about your situation?”

Although tempted to just shrug again, Frankie sits up before leaning her elbows onto her desk. “I’m not really sure. My only thought process was ‘It’s not me, so maybe he’ll listen’. But that was just my wishful thinking. I’m not sure what to do, really.” She admits in a quiet voice. “Honestly, I don’t think that I could come up with any plan that didn’t contradict my own feelings. I’m sorry, Ayano, I guess I just wanted someone else to solve the problem for me.”

Ayano pauses for a moment, before saying. “I’m still willing to help. I think I’ll try talking to him just to see his reaction. Lori avoids everyone, but I’m sure I can get his attention… somehow.” She says, lifting a hand to her mouth in thought.

Frankie looked like she wanted to say something else, but in the end just bows her head. “Alright. Be careful, and thanks. Even if you can’t talk to him, any effort is appreciated.”

Ayano had just received a message from Amise saying that Lori was behind the auditorium building. A great place to be alone since no one liked dealing with all of the access foliage back there. It was either the Gardening Club’s blind spot or extra work to them since no one was meant to be back there anyway. The time was 8:22, right before classes started. Hopefully this interaction could happen quickly.

As soon as Ayano turned the corner that led to the area behind the auditorium, she nearly collided with Lorelai. He was leaning on the wall right beside the corner of the building with a lollipop in his mouth. He was texting someone, but immediately turned his phone off and pushed himself off the wall to walk away.

“Lorelai. I wanted to speak with you about Frankie.” Ayano started, thankfully somewhat grabbing Lori’s attention by mentioning his full name. Worried that this attention might be fleeting, Ayano quickly continued. “I know that you’re being hired by someone to attack Frankie. What can I do to keep you from doing that?”

“Hospitalize me.” Lorelai immediately muttered, turning to face Ayano with a glare.

Ayano was somewhat surprised at the voice that came from such feminine-looking features, but shook off the feeling. She was somewhat sure that Lorelai wasn’t being serious, but depending on how desperate Lorelai was, it might not be too far from the truth. Realistically, Ayano could by attacking him, but that leaves the problem of him defending himself and also simply telling the police about what she’d done.

Lorelai pulled the candy out of his mouth with a suspicious look. “Where��d you hear about that?” He asked, although his tone of voice sounded as if he were demanding rather than asking. “I know I didn’t tell anyone.”

“..My… informant.” Ayano replied hesitantly. Based on Lorelai’s further disapproving look, he either didn’t believe her or just didn’t like the idea of anyone knowing his business. “Can I pay you to leave Frankie alone?”

“Not likely.” Lorelai said, crossing his arms. “I’m paid 1K a week. Are you saying you have 2K to pay me every week?” He said, holding his hand out.

Ayano didn’t obviously have that kind of money. She looked down to Lorelai’s hand with a confused expression, and he shifted it so that it pointed to the pocket that her phone was in. Reluctantly, Ayano tossed him her phone, and after checking it briefly, he tossed it back. It’s likely that he was checking it for some sort of voice recorder, just in case.

“I… don’t.” Ayano shook her head, not to the surprise of Lorelai. “Could I talk to your… employer? Where would I find them?”

Lorelai raised an eyebrow at her, more surprised at that then her lack of money. “...one of the alleyways in Buraza Town. Around 3 in the morning, he’s usually there.”

Ayano nods. “I’ll speak to him then.”

There was a long pause, as if Lorelai was debating on adding something else to that. Instead, he scoffed, with some hint of a smug grin. “Right.” He began to walk past her, but stopped next to her. “I don’t expect you to say a thing about this.” He says, glaring at her.

After a quick nod on Ayano’s side, Lorelai walked back to the main building. As soon as he was out of sight, Ayano pulled out her phone.

Info-Chan: I know exactly who he’s talking about.

Info-Chan: Great job, Yan-Chan ^^

Info-Chan: You’ve been awarded many, many info points for this lovely information.

Yan-Chan: Who is he talking about?

Info-Chan: I think it’s best if you find out yourself ;D

Yan-Chan: And how many info points would it cost me to have you just tell me?

Info-Chan: All of them.

Yan-Chan: Right. Tell me.

Info-Chan: You were supposed to be opposed to the idea :(

Info-Chan: Regardless, no amount.

Info-Chan: You’ll thank me for saving you from debt later :3

Yan-Chan: Fine.

After Ayano finished her general tasks for today, including her business with Tokuko and Frankie, it was just a matter of waiting for the appropriate time to leave for Buraza. Ayano ended up leaving about half an hour early, and looked around, peeking into each alleyway, but obviously not seeing much yet. As she exited one of the alleyways, she heard a familiar voice nearby.

“I’m not letting you cheat me out of this!” Kokona seethed, grabbing her dress in frustration. Tears pricked her eyes as she glared at the man in front of her. “You- You’re not giving me the money you said you would!”

“Listen. I was being generous with that amount.” The man said, although he tried to give some sort of sympathetic look, he really just looked glad to have received whatever he did at whatever price he was ripping her off of. “Girls like you get paid that much for more satisfying services. You can’t get mad that I’m giving you money you deserved. Even the money I gave you isn’t what I’d call money ‘well-spent’.” He claimed.

There was no one else around, really. Part of Ayano wondered what exactly Kokona would be up to with a man this late at night. Whatever it was she was doing, both the information and helping her out would benefit Ayano greatly.

The two continued going back and forth, with Kokona nearly in tears and the man just seeming to enjoy getting a rise out of her before he inevitably left. “Just face it, babe. I’m not giving you all that money.”

Ayano slipped a knife out of her pocket and jabbed it into the man’s back. “I think you will.” She said, her voice low and threatening. Kokona looked somewhat shocked but immediately changed her face back to anger. She held her hand out expectedly as the man stiffened up at the sharp blade pressed into his back.

“H.. Hey, now. You’re not really gonna help this skank out, are you? She is not worth getting violent over, I promise you.” The man said, attempting to reason Ayano out of this, his hands held up and his heading facing forward.

“You heard what I said, right?” Ayano hissed, pushing the knife further, although of course not enough to seriously harm him. At the jab, the man shakily reached into his wallet. Unable to actually pick out the necessary money he just slipped his cards and ID out and tossed the wallet to the ground.

He kicks the wallet to Kokona’s feet and she picks it up and takes a step back, still glaring at the man. “There’s your money. Okay? Now get off of me!” He says, immediately walking past Kokona and tossing a look back to the two girls. “This is robbery!” He says, but it didn’t look like he actually planned on telling them. “Crazy bitches..”

As the man walks away, Kokona’s face pales and she raises her hands up to her face with a moan of agony. “God, Ayano, we weren’t supposed to rob him! This is more than he said..” She mutters, kneeling down as she sniffed into her hands.

“It wasn’t supposed to be robbery.” Ayano said, kneeling down in front of Kokona. “And it wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t been out here in the first place. So?” She tilted her head to the side as Kokona peeked at her through her hands. “What were you doing with him?”

After a couple minutes had passed, Ayano successfully sat Kokona down and had her explain her situation. “I-I don’t do anything… revolting. Nothing sexual in any way, I mean. No extra requests, none of that.” Kokona mumbles, tears still swelling in the corner of her eyes.

“And what does Riku think of this?” Ayano asked, only making Kokona groan and hang her head again.

“Please don’t remind me… I haven’t told him yet. I… I’m not even sure how I would.” Kokona pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin atop them, similar to how she did at the funeral. “I’m sure he’d want me to stop… And I appreciate that, I want to stop too, but… I just… can’t… right now.” She shakes her head.

Ayano crosses her arms. “And why is that? What are you trying to pay for?” She asks, folding one leg over the other. As Kokona steels herself, Ayano briefly checks the time. 2:54AM. It wasn’t long before she’d have to meet with Lori’s mysterious employer.

“...my..” Kokona pauses, before muttering. “...it’s for my father’s debt. Every penny.” She whispers, her gaze low as her eyes glaze over. “That’s the only reason. I realized that people pay a lot just for dates, so… so that’s why. It’s also the reason why I haven’t officially… accepted Riku’s confession, yet.”

Ayano is silent, not emotionally moved, of course, but she figured that Kokona needed it. The purple-haired girl wipes her eyes with a sniff. “Please don’t tell anyone, Ayano. I’m not ready for anyone to know right now.” She said, her voice still quiet and full of shame. “Saki was helping me out with this, but… but she–” Kokona chokes on her words, tears spilling down her cheeks as she hides her face in her knees.

Reluctantly, Ayano raises a hand to pat Kokona on the back. “I understand, Kokona. I won’t tell anyone.”

Kokona mutters several ‘thank yous’ in between sobs. Somehow, only now, Ayano realized just how emotional Kokona was. Sure, in her situation, anyone would cry, but it was still such a foreign feeling to Ayano herself. Just now Ayano is successfully able to piece together why exactly everything affects her so intensely. Now that she understood Kokona’s situation, that is.

After Kokona finished with her second round of crying around Ayano, she noticed the time and panicked a bit. “Gosh… I’m so sorry, I was supposed to be home at 1.” She stands up quickly and wipes her eyes once more.

She bows quickly a couple times. “Thank you so much, Ayano. You’re a really great friend. Please get home safe!” She calls, nearly running down the street in order to get home quicker.

Ayano didn’t really get a chance to say goodbye, you too, or you’re welcome, but that didn’t matter much now. It was just a few minutes past three, so it was about time for her to find this suspicious man in an alleyway.

After 20 minutes of searching, Ayano didn’t find much. She was now walking at a more brisk pace, looking through every alleyway she could find. Eventually, she got to a part of the city that was a tad bit more populated. It was also the side of town that was closer to her house. She ducked into one of the alleyways and turned a corner, immediately running into someone.

It was a man in a suit, although he looked incredibly scruffed up outside of the fancy suit. “Hm?” He lifts an eyebrow, pulling down his shades in order to get a good look at Ayano. “You’ve got a pretty face, don’t you? What’re you doin’ down here?” He asks, standing up straight and turning his body to face her.

“I’m looking for Lorelai’s employer.” Ayano responds immediately, taking a step back but still facing the man, trying to show that she didn’t plan on running away. “Would that happen to be you?” She asks, folding her arms in front of her lap with her usual straight face.

“The crossdresser? No, I’m not but…” The man pulls his shades up. “I don’t recall him getting permission to spout our business out in the air like that.” The man says, crossing his arms, although with a lax smile.

“I didn’t hear it from him. I heard it from my…” Ayano’s gaze catches movement behind the man, somewhere deeper in the shadows. Another man stepped out from the shadows, and Ayano’s face lit up with recognition. “Mr. Y?” She calls, and the man in the back seemed to pause at the name.

The man closer to Ayano looks back. “You know this kid?” He asks, as ‘Mr. Y’ walked up closer to the two. He was quiet as he looked Ayano up and down briefly.

Mr. Y nods. “Yeah. You’re Ryoba’s kid.” He says, tossing out the cigarette he was using and crossing his arms. “Ayano. I haven’t seen you since you were… what, 12?”

Ayano nods. Mr. Y, as Ayano’s mother told her to call him, was a friend of her mom, apparently. She never explained to Ayano much about their relationship, just that he was a good friend from high school. “Yes, sir. I… I came to find Lorelai’s employer. Are you his employer?” She asks, keeping her posture polite, as that was one of the things he specifically had taught her.

Other things were self-defense and use of certain weapons. As a child, Ayano just thought that he was a rich martial artist or something, but hanging around dark alleyways and hiring people to attack others didn’t really seem like a ‘martial artist’ thing. Although, maybe she just thinks that because of her interactions with Budo.

“Lorelai Bier.” Mr. Y says, lifting an eyebrow Ayano’s way. “You know, we’re not exactly supposed to give this kind of information out.” He says, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it. After taking a long drag from it, he exhales and crosses his arms again. “But, your ma did a lot of favors for us. If we were that kind of business, we’d call her a part of the family.” He says, putting the cigarette back into his mouth. “So, I guess I can lend her daughter a hand. Just know that this doesn’t usually come for free.”

Ayano immediately bows her head. “Thank you, sir.” She says, before raising herself back up and straightening her back. “I wanted to find a way to stop Lorelai from attacking the girl you assigned him to? Francesca Komai?”

Mr. Y pauses for a moment, humming briefly in thought. “We could let that link go. We aren’t exactly getting paid much to keep that one going anyway. Not sure the boy would like it, though.” He mutters, but nods. “I can do that. A favor just this once, but if you ever found a way to pay us back, that would be welcome.”

Ayano bows her head again to say thank you, but Mr. Y continues with a question. “Why do you want this boy to stop anyway? Is she your friend?” He asks. “Some would call it stupid to meet up with random people for something like that.”

Frankly, Ayano agreed with that. She wasn’t entirely sure how she would repay them if this particular group wasn’t a past friend. Realistically speaking, something horrible could have happened to Ayano. …she didn’t know why she didn’t think this one through. That might be some sort of… bad habit of hers.

“Um, well…” Ayano thinks about playing a ‘it’s for my friend’ card, but figures that there was no use in lying- or at the very least, it wasn’t necessary, considering the circumstances. “..I’m trying to stay in her good graces.” She claims, folding her arms behind her back. “I want to have a good reputation at Akademi, and doing favors will help that happen.” She explains honestly.

Mr. Y nods. “Just like your mother. Same school, same plans.” He almost looked proud, but didn’t let his face show that too much. “Consider that Lorelai task a favor for Ryoba’s daughter.” He slides a hand into his vest pocket and hands a card to Ayano. “Keep that on you to stay in touch if you ever feel like doing business. And tell Ryoba to get back in contact with us.”

“Yes, sir.” Ayano nods, bowing respectfully. “Thank you.”

“Walk her home.” Mr. Y told the other man, who’d been sitting to the side as they spoke. The man stands up and stretches, before leading Ayano back home. It’s important that he’s the one who led- that definitely made it clear that they knew where she lived. Maybe that’s no too surprising considering Mr. Y and her mother’s relationship.

Tomorrow, Ayano would tell Frankie that the business with Lorelai should be resolved by now. After that, it was just a matter of hoping that Lorelai didn’t take it too badly.

#yansim story #yandere simulator #yandere #yansim #yansim ideas #ayano aishi #Info-Chan #Amise Semaj #Francesca Komai #Lorelai Bier #Kuu Dere #Horuda Puresu #Haruka Yamada #Togo Atatsuma #Kokona Haruka

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coldnstinkyjinky · 1 year ago

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I was scrolling through Tumblr and I got intrigued by the Ryoba Aishi × Togo Atatsuma ship so I wrote this short story of Ryoba leaving her daughter in the hands of her trusted friend. Also Togo's older now and the pompadour trend died down so I gave him a hairstyle similar to his older brother's except he ties it up????

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The sun began its descent, casting long shadows that stretched across the tranquil suburban street. The car pulled to a halt, its engine rumbling like a dormant beast. The driver's door swung open, and a woman emerged with her 6 year old daughter. As they stepped onto the pavement, the atmosphere shifted like a gust of wind through a silent forest. Two men stood a few paces away, their presence casting an imposing aura. One, tall and broad-shouldered, radiated an intensity that could be felt even from a distance. The other, older and standing with an unwavering stance, emitted an air of sternness and discipline. The woman strode toward them, her strides purposeful, her cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to the gravity of the scene.

"Hey, Atatsuma-kun," she greeted, her voice a burst of sunlight cutting through the shadows.

Togo turned, his countenance shifting for a fleeting moment into a fraction of a smile. The woman approached, her arms enveloping him in a hug that seemed almost contradictory to his intimidating presence. As they separated, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek, a brief touch that softened his hardened edges.

"I'm glad you're willing to look after Ayano until I come back," she said, her gratitude piercing through his tough exterior.

Togo grunted, his voice a rough timbre. "Yeah, yeah, now go get your shit together, Ryoba," he retorted, a hint of a smirk dancing on his lips. His gaze held hers, a blend of camaraderie and concern that spoke volumes.

Ryoba's laughter echoed, a melody of carefree notes. She turned to her daughter, her cheerfulness undiminished as she knelt before her. "Be a good girl for Togo-san and Runosuke-san, alright, Ayano?" she whispered, her voice a soothing breeze.

Ayano nodded, her face still devoid of expression, her eyes like distant stars. "Yes, Mother."

Ryoba stood, her smile a radiant beacon even as she turned away, her footsteps fading as she walked back to her car. The engine roared to life, a rumbling crescendo that reverberated through the air.

As the purring engine of Ryoba's car grew fainter, Ayano's gaze shifted from the receding vehicle to Togo, the imposing figure who stood beside her. With a child's innocence, she reached out, her small hand extending in a tentative gesture. Her fingers trembled slightly, like delicate petals swaying in the breeze, as she aimed to grasp Togo's hand.

Togo's eyes flickered downward, catching the sight of Ayano's outstretched hand. His expression tightened imperceptibly, his internal struggle hidden behind the mask of his stern demeanor. He shifted his weight, a fleeting moment of uncertainty flashing across his features.

In a swift movement, Togo withdrew his hand, his sudden retreat as if recoiling from an open flame. He glanced away, the tension in his shoulders betraying a depth of emotion he was hesitant to acknowledge. His gaze locked onto the ground, avoiding Ayano's hopeful eyes.

Undeterred, Ayano's fingers, initially reaching for his hand, found purchase on the fabric of Togo's jeans. She clung to the material with a quiet determination, her touch light but persistent. Her gaze remained fixed on her mother's fading car, a mix of longing and acceptance shimmering within her emotionless eyes.

Togo's breath caught in his throat as he felt the soft, insistent grip on his pants. He stole a furtive glance at Ayano, her small form an embodiment of vulnerability and trust. The conflicting emotions within him waged an internal battle, torn between his instinctual self-preservation and a burgeoning connection he was struggling to resist.

As Ryoba's car dwindled into a distant speck, Togo's resolve wavered. He let out a heavy sigh, his guarded facade momentarily crumbling. With a measured hesitation, he lowered himself to one knee, bringing himself to Ayano's eye level. His hand, still uncertain, hovered in the air for a heartbeat before finally settling atop Ayano's fingers that clung to his pants. His touch was gentle, almost tentative, a gesture that spoke of a rare vulnerability. A fleeting moment of connection passed between them, the unspoken understanding that their paths had converged, if only for this moment. Ayano's gaze flickered from her mother's retreating car to Togo's face, and for the first time, a glimmer of curiosity and something resembling warmth danced within her eyes. Togo's internal struggle raged on as he allowed Ayano's delicate grip on his pants to remain. Her presence, innocent and vulnerable, tugged at something deep within him, a thread of connection he had been trying to suppress. He cast a sidelong glance at her, his expression conflicted, a battle between his protective instincts and his fear of attachment. Just as a fragile understanding seemed to settle between them, Togo's older brother, Runosuke, emerged from the shadows. His stern countenance, as unyielding as ever, cut through the moment of vulnerability. He approached Togo with brisk strides, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the scene.

"Togo," Runosuke's voice was as sharp and uncompromising as his gaze, "We need to leave. Now."

Togo's jaw tightened, caught between his concern for Ayano's emotional state and his understanding of the urgency in his brother's words. He met Runosuke's gaze for a moment, an unspoken communication passing between them. With a reluctant nod, Togo kneeled before Ayano, his rough hand resting gently on her shoulder.

"Ayano," his voice was surprisingly soft, a rare warmth softening its edges, "I'm going to pick you up, okay?"

Ayano's gaze met his, her emotionless eyes holding his for a moment, as if searching for something she couldn't quite comprehend. Slowly, she nodded, her grip on the fabric of Togo's jeans loosening as she stood still.

Togo's arm slipped beneath her knees and he carefully scooped her up, her slight form light in his strong arms. He rose to his feet, cradling her securely, her head resting against his shoulder. She was an enigma, a fragile puzzle piece in his rough world, and yet his grasp on her felt strangely right.

Runosuke stood by the open door of the sleek black van, his eyes fixed on Togo and Ayano. The urgency in his gaze was palpable, a reminder of the danger that loomed if they lingered too long.

Togo carried Ayano towards the waiting vehicle, his steps purposeful and sure. As he neared the van, Runosuke stepped aside to allow them entry. Togo carefully settled Ayano into the backseat, his touch gentle, almost tender, despite his typically harsh exterior.

Inside the van, the air was tense, heavy with an unspoken understanding of the dangerous world that surrounded them. Runosuke occupied the front seat, beside his getaway driver. Their eyes focused on the road ahead, Runosuke's stern demeanor reflecting his role as the one in command. Beside him, the hum of the engine provided a steady backdrop to the weighty silence within the vehicle.

At the back of the van, Ayano sat on Togo's lap, her small form cocooned by his protective presence. Her emotionless eyes, like two bottomless pools, took in her surroundings with a detached curiosity. The faces of the criminals surrounding her carried the marks of their own experiences, etched into every scar and line.

As the van rumbled on, one of the occupants, a man with a rugged demeanor, couldn't resist his curiosity any longer. He turned his gaze towards Runosuke, his voice breaking the stifling silence. "Hey, boss," he began, his tone a mixture of intrigue and suspicion, "Who's the kid?"

Runosuke's gaze flickered towards the man for a brief moment before returning to the road. His expression remained impassive, a mask that revealed little of his thoughts. "She's under our care now," he replied curtly, his voice clipped and authoritative.

The man's brows furrowed, his gaze shifting to the other occupants of the van. Around him, nods of agreement and murmurs of concern rippled through the group. Their eyes held a mixture of skepticism and shared unease, the weight of their criminal lives clashing with the presence of an innocent child.

"Don't ya think it's a bad idea that she's surrounded by our kind?" one of the men ventured, his tone a mix of genuine concern and disapproval.

The sentiment found resonance among the others, their voices blending into a chorus of agreement as they voiced their shared reservations about Ayano's presence amidst their criminal lives.

Amidst the growing unease, Togo's voice cut through the conversation, his words a rare contribution to the discussion. "Her mother wouldn't be any better." His tone held a note of finality, a conviction that spoke of insights he had gleaned from Ryoba's actions and choices.

The van fell into a tense silence at Togo's words, the truth in them hanging heavy in the air. Ayano, nestled on Togo's lap, remained a silent observer, her emotionless eyes taking in the exchange. The truth was a double-edged sword—while it acknowledged the reality of their world, it also cast a harsh light on the limitations of their options. The van rumbled on, the tension within it palpable. The weight of their choices, their pasts, and the responsibilities they now bore mingled in the confined space, painting a picture of lives intricately interwoven. And amidst it all, Ayano sat, an enigmatic presence that had unknowingly become a mirror reflecting the shadows and struggles of the world around her.

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This story is a portion of a book I'm writing in Ao3. Chapter is not released yet, but the book is!

On another note here's the reference I used to draw the artwork! (The reference art is from Old Xian)

#Ryogo #yandere simulator au #yandere sim #yandere simulator #yan sim #ayano aishi #togo atatsuma #fanfic #fanfiction

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