Hey I decided to start a new story. Its was inspired to by Szept's Hearts Aflutter. Sorry I haven't been updating people, I had trouble finding with finding a new job and I had to take priority.

Ayano P.O.V.

I can't feel anything. For as long as I can remember, I've never been able to feel emotions.

From my earliest memories. I remember hospitals, doctors, examinations. I was… broken.

The doctors were trying to fix me. My parents tried to explain what was wrong with me. They tried to explain what made me different from other people. I didn't understand. I heard the doctors admit they couldn't fix me, they said I would never be a normal person, or live a normal life.

As I grew older, I came to understand what was wrong with me. I saw other children become happy, sad, angry. But, I never felt these things. I only felt… empty, hollow, incomplete. My father desperately wanted to help me.

But, my mother… She was nothing like my father.

She wasn't worried about me at all. She said that she was exactly like me when she was a child. She told me that, one day, I would meet someone. special. She told me that I would meet someone who would make me feel complete.

My father did not want to listen to my mother's words. He wanted a normal child more than anything in the world. He tried everything to make me happy.

But nothing worked.

I never felt happy, but I did feel… pity. I felt pity for this sad man.

I did not want my father to worry, and so, I began to act like the other children. I pretended to be normal, my father was happy. We finally became a normal family.

But, I think he knew, deep down in his heart, that I was only pretending.

At school, the other children mistreated me. They bullied me because I was strange to them. It was inconvenient. I thought all these gnats would never be swatted away.

But then, everything changed when Leviathan attacked.

On November 2nd 1999, the attack by this Endbringer, as what people call it, devastated Japan. Thousands lost their lives and many more were left homeless… I did not care for them. Fortunately, me and my parents survived the carnage. A few years later, my mother and father decided it was no longer safe to live in Tokyo and moved to a city in America called Brockton Bay.

It's a dump compared to our old home and learning the English language was a chore but we got used to living there.

There, I realised that if I wanted to be treated properly, I would have to act like the other children. I started pretending to be normal, and the bullying stopped. I learned that everything was easier if I forced myself to act like a normal person. Eventually, I was pretending to be normal almost every hour of every day.

I pretended to be friends with people. I pretended to have hobbies. I pretended to care when tragedy struck.

But it was all fake.

I felt nothing. The only thing I felt was emptiness. At first, I didn't care and accepted that this is normal for me but as I grew older, I became resentful of my condition. I wanted to experience life like other people. I wanted to feel joy. I wanted to feel sorrow. I tried doing anything that might cause me to feel something; guilt, shame, regret. I wanted to feel something. Anything.

But nothing worked. No matter what I did, no matter how extreme, I could not feel anything.

My mother's advice was always the same: "One day, you will meet someone special. One day, someone will make you feel complete."

I thought about these words all the time. It was the only thing for me to look forward to, the only reason for me to live. Meeting the person who would save me, fix me, complete me.

Then, one day, when I starting my first year at Winslow High School. I found her.

Her name is Taylor Hebert.

Everything changed when I met her. For the first time, I felt something. A strong desire. A longing, a yearning, a craving. Now, I finally understand what it means to be human. To be alive. I'm addicted to the way she makes me feel. I don't care about anything else. She is everything to me.

However, certain people are making her life a living hell. They jeer her. They beat her. They torment her. It's gotten so bad sometimes my Taylor sometimes doesn't come to school.

How dare they! How dare they do that to my Taylor!

Now, I have learned a new emotion… Rage. I want to stop them! I want to hurt them! I want to kill them!

I must not lose her. I must protect her. I must make her mine.

Don't worry, my dear Taylor, there is nothing I won't do for you. I won't let anyone come between us. I don't care what I have to do. I don't care who I have to hurt. I don't care whose blood I have to spill. I won't let anyone take you away from me.

I need you. You are everything to me. You are worth any sacrifice.

Nothing else matters. NO ONE ELSE MATTERS!

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Taylor. Will. Be. Mine.

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She doesn't have a choice.

As you can tell most of it was inspired by Yandere-chan's intro and childhood video. The story is set in the Worm universe in September 2010, 4 months before the start to the series. In Yandere Simulator, Ayano Aishi is born in 2000 and is 17, here she was born in 1996 and is 14.

For those waiting for my other stories, I will get to them when I can.

If you're wondering if I'm going to give Ayano Parahuman powers my answer is not for a while. There aren't many Badness Normals in Worm.

Right now I'm leaning between Brute powers (Super Strength, Durability and Regeneration) and Mover powers (Super Speed, Teleportation) or combined version of the two that becomes stronger when her feelings become stronger. What do you think she should have?

Until next time Follow, Favourite and Review. :D