Hi guys. Sorry for the wait I had hit a massive writer's block. And real life had dragged me away with finally finding a new job. I also spent time making adjustments to the existing chapters as well as decided to change the title from "Two Twisted Lovers" to "Bees and Knives" since more than a few agree that its better.

ShadowCub: Don't you mean Taylor's cannon powers? If she's gonna have a Trump power, I figure out how it affects Parahuman powers (e.g. enhance, negate and/or copy them) especially when it involves Yandere-chan.

Cheshire: That's great idea to give Taylor a Trump power. I have to wonder it could incorporated with her bugs and I want Yandere-chan to have her own powers when unenhanced by her Senpai.

snake screamer: Thanks, I appreciated the idea you gave me. Feel free to me more advice.

Luke Dragneel: Yanderes are not to underestimated. Knives are Ayano's main weapon of choice, apart from the katana. Mover and Brute powers is something I believe she should have, in case I decide for her to join the Undersiders and how the deal with a teammate with more physical-based powers rather than mental-based ones. As for passing on her regeneration powers, I'm not which class that falls under or how she could do it, as true healing doesn't exist in the Worm universe.

kingdomkey0: I haven't planned for Taylor won't be finding out Yandere-chan's true nature until at least half-way through or how well she will take it, depends on Ayano's actions taken until that point, for example if the Locker Incident happens at all and Taylor gets her powers another way. Though as its been said before has a hint there's something off about her. And considering she comes from a stealth game she would at least have something to not let Senpai notice her at a bad time.

Multipule-Characters1-Acct: Hmm, Skitter and Scatter? I see what you did there but I'm sure how to make Yandere-chan's powers fit the theme.

Guest: Thank you.

Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday 7th 2010

Week 1

Ayano P.O.V.

The morning started off slowly for me, the clock in my room was just ticking away time. My alarm had already gone off 5 minutes ago but I need more time to just lie here and rest, not sleeping, just dozing.

My long, black hair is a mess, spread all over my pillow and there was a string of drool on the right edge of my mouth. I couldn't help it, I had a wonderful, magical dream of my dear Taylor. We were holding hands, smiling and giggling, just frolicking through a field of flowers together. Taylor would buy us a snack and ask if she could feed me, she'd hold the chocolate between her fingers and carefully place it into his mouth, watching her beautiful, shining, smile grow wider as I took each bite.

I wipe my left hand over my mouth to get the drool off. My body feels restless, this is the second day of my brave journey into Taylor's heart. I won't fail like other girls have when trying to confess to the love of their lives because. unlike them, I'm ready to go to any lengths.

I lifted myself up and sat down on my bed, the sun's rays have made their way through my blue curtains and lighting up my bedroom, it's quite irritating. I glanced around my room, seeing just how clean and organised it is. I've always done things carefully and with arranging so everything has its own place. My bed against one of the wall with the window on the left-side, my wardrobe in the corner and bedside table on the right-side of the bed.

I stood up on my feet and felt my blood flowing through my body picturing my Taylor's face, I thought I would feel anxious about today but I've yet to feel that emotion, this disappointed me but I'm sure is an advantage.

I slid off my blue pyjamas, got washed a dressed into my new set of clothes for today that I grabbed out of the wardrobe.

I wandered over to my mirror, which is on the doors of my wardrobe and stared at myself. This is me. I do not look like the others. Yes, I'm wearing clothes as the other girls, and yes, I've got my hair into a ponytail as a lot of other girls my age do but I look different. It's my expression, the one I've yet to be able to completely change from default setting.

It's this expression that sometimes causes people to get uncomfortable around me or walk over to me and ask what's wrong. There is nothing wrong with me. Not anymore.

However, I can see where their misguided concern can come from. My eyes are blank and empty, as though I'm constantly bored or a Parahuman had mastered me into some sort of mind puppet and it doesn't settle well with other people in public, including my own father. This is why I've perfected the arts of putting on facades for people. It's not difficult in the slightest, nor bothersome.

Someone like me has to learn to put this front up at any time, if they want to be accepted into society, which I don't really. Still, it's useful since it's the only time where people won't be shooting daggers at me with their suspicious stares or stopping me in my tracks to ask if I needed help. I would usually plaster on a fake smile, making me look like the happiest girl on the block and greet random strangers politely. They would return my smile and stop bothering me.

If only they knew the truth.

If only they knew that it was all for show, to get them to look the other way and see me as normal, to fool them into thinking I was actually one of them. The look on their faces, to know that the cheerful girl from across the road was actually an emotionless husk on the inside. I wonder how they would react? Would they avoid me and attempt to not engage in eye contact? Would they spread rumours about me? I cannot allow that, I couldn't be less concerned about what they thought of me but if my darling Taylor hears terrible rumours about me…

No. I won't let that happen. Taylor will never have a bad view about me, I must be conscientious and tentative about her opinion on me. My image, at least to the precious love of my life, is important.

I left my bedroom and walked down stairs, its toast this time for breakfast. I kissed both my parents quickly before leaving through the front door and closing it firmly behind me. They always try to chat and start a friendly conversation, completely and utterly oblivious about just how irritating I find it. I get to school by bicycle because its not too far from Winslow and its decent exercise.

The sun now had its chance to fully show how bright it is now that curtains aren't in its way and I have to squint my eyes and start moving so that its shine isn't bothering me. Still, it isn't warm, the atmosphere is calm and there's a cool Autumn breeze brushing against me. I allow the wind to do whatever it wanted, unless it blew up my skirt. I know I need to imitate other girls' behaviour in order to not stand at, even if I simply don't feel embarrassed like they do.

All I need to do to people in public is look normal and, in a hurry, then everyone will leave me alone. Just smile and cycle, that's all.

I made my way down the block at a fast pace so that I'm not late to the school. All the rundown houses next to each other, going down the road with no end in sight, all these people with the ABB living in such a failing city giving me dirty looks, just my luck.

My schoolbag was hanging over my right shoulder, dragging me down with its weight. I'm carrying more items in my bag than yesterday, I'm sure I will get used to it. I don't even need all of these books, I don't need approval from my teachers, and I don't need anything that lessons could teach me that wouldn't help me get closer to my Taylor, which is all that matters. Though, I still have to bring them and study in class or at least pretend to, in order to not rouse suspicion. My main goal is to just stay under the radar while also getting closer to my one true love, it shouldn't be all that difficult to pull off, with or without Info-chan.

I glanced at the school's entrance in front of me, I'm finally here again, where I find Taylor again. I parked my bike and walked to my locker to dump off my bag before making my way to my first lesson: English.

My English class was located on the southern left-wing of Winslow High School's second floor, unfortunately I didn't see my Taylor along the way. It looked exactly the same as any other classroom in Winslow, it had beige wooden floors, a dusty blackboard, faded bluish-grey walls with flaky paint, and a ceiling that leaked sometimes. There were fifteen desks facing the front, enough for all the students and grey cabinets on either side of the room.

Located at her desk in the front of the classroom I saw my Math teacher: Miss Rino Fuka. She appeared to be in her mid-20s and of Japanese descent like me, perhaps she was also an asylum seeker like me and my parents and managed to build a decent life here in Brockton Bay. Luckier than most. My teacher had dark brown eyes and matching hair styled into a bun with two sticks poking out of it. Her attire consisted of a white shirt with a black blazer and skirt. Miss Fuka looked at me through her black oval glasses, beckoning me to take my seat like a good little student with a warm smile.

Guess she liked me already. Good. Fewer inconveniences with a teacher that gets along with me.

A few others had already gathered at their desks by the time I got there. I figured everyone who had arrived on time could be considered model high schoolers or 'goody two-shoes', like I'm trying to be. And the ones who showed up a little late were the types with a more relaxed sense of time. Most high schoolers fall into this category.

"It doesn't matter if its your second day. Please, try to make it to class on time. Take your seats."

And finally, the ones who kept everyone waiting forever don't care about time or other people in general. They're the kind to move at their own pace, the delinquents and overall slackers.

"If you're late for class I must mark you as late. This will affect your grades." I took a mental note of that.

But regardless, everyone had arrived for the lesson. It was a pretty straight forward hour-long study about spelling and grammar, I was able to keep up. After that I went to my biology class lead by Miss Reina Nana located in the southern wing of the first floor. The room looked almost exact like my math class, apart from the science equipment.

It was largely uneventful after which it was lunch time. I had no need to buy any cafeteria food, I brought my own packed lunch but I was hoping to catch my Taylor there. But see was no where to be found there. As soon as I finished my sandwich, I made it my mission to find my beloved, I will turn the school upside-down to get her.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from behind and I instinctively jogged towards the nearest corner of the hallway and used it as cover. It will be wisest to not let anyone know who I am looking for.

Wait. No, it's not anyone I would ever despise to lay eyes upon. It's a girl. Tall, gorgeous, with dreamy green eyes and luscious, long hair. She tip-toed through the corridor and looked around before finding another corner and sat down. She was carrying a lunch and skimming through its contents before choosing an apple to eat.

It's her! It's my Taylor! ~

I could watch her eat lunch all day long and never get tired of it. ~

Some other people were walking around her but I didn't care for them. I only cared about my darling Taylor. Until a group of strange girls moved suspiciously towards the object of my affection.

Wait a minute... What the hell are they doing to her!?

Taylor P.O.V.

I just wanted to find for a place to hide and eat my lunch in peace. But my luck ran out. A group of 5 girls broke away from the flood of the crowd choosing me as their target. All their hair was long, wavy and blonde and each had tanned skin. As I got up to react, I found myself surrounded by the corner that sometimes aided the trio in tormenting me.

"Oh look, you must be Taylor" the shortest girl chirped in a such a fake sweet tone. This was the first time I've met the girl who mentioned me, must be a freshman given that she had never heard seen her in the group until today. Guess she wanted to be with the 'In' group on her first day and decided to be a part of 'Let's gang up on that loser' game. Who wouldn't right? She looked Asian and didn't have dyed hair or as much fake tan .

But I recognised their queen bee right in front of me. Musume Ronshaku.

Like her drones, my senior had dyed hair with a salmon pink streak and covered in many tacky hair decorations, as well as fake tan so you wouldn't be able to tell at first she was, in fact, Japanese. She wore a flashy, blue hoodie and a matching skirt so short that it be a mini-skirt. Down below she had loose white socks up to her knees and pink trainers garnished with glitter. The loan shark's daughter also had white top with 'I'm fabulous' written on it, that bared her midriff and, to my shameful envy, emphasised her massive breasts. I wouldn't be surprised if they were implants her dad could afford them with the money they scammed from. I've heard other students talk about her before, her dad runs a loan agency with rumours that the ABB are being paid as his muscle. Mess with the loan shark's little princess and you'll get ripped fucking to pieces. To the other students of Winslow she was untouchable and she fucking knew it.

I looked for a way out of the semicircle but it's already too late. They have me trapped and pushed against a wall, causing no more reaction in the passers-by than a quick glance. But why would they care? It's just Taylor being shat on by them all once again just like last year, nothing out of the norm.

"Soooo. ~ Where are you off too? ~" That was Ka... Kashiko-chan something or whatever, I couldn't really tell the spoilt princess's copy cats apart but I think that was Musume's BFF, if she even considers them friends.

I didn't answer, instead trying to push past the wall of bodies around me, but it was in vain, as a two of my harassers grabbed and pulled me back. "How rude! She, like, totally didn't answer my question. Didn't yo mommy teach ya any manners, hmm?"

I gritted my teeth, my mom was not something I wanted people to bring up, especially when they don't know shit. Now, I was hoping that the stupid bitches will get bored quickly today. They usually do, without the trio along with them.

"Off to meet ya boyfriend?" asked Musume with a sneer hidden behind her excessive makeup, knowing damn well that wasn't true. She had a very distinct voice, loud and pretty obnoxious with a sorta valley girl accent. Maybe she was half-American, I didn't know and I was not about to go and ask her myself. She'd quickly become popular within the school since I first started here, somehow. "Well, he can wait. Ya ex-BFF Emma's been, like, looking for ya, and I'm just generous enough to help out."

Of course, she is. But unlike Maddison, it's not like this bitch and her sycophants don't display any free will of their own to bully her on their own. I'm not Musume's only target, unlike the trio she's an equal-opportunities bully, any unpopular kid is fair game.

"Ya know, I never could figure out what would she would keep wasting her time on a worthless, flat-chested geek like you, it's so easy to prank you it's almost boring. Almost" the glamour girl continued, looking at her blue polished nails. Smirking, she then turned to latest member of her merry band of assholes. "Hoshiko-chan, do me a solid and, like, text Sophi- Oi! Where the hell do you think you're going?"

That last part was addressed to me, as I tried to make a break for it again while they were distracted. This time they push me hard enough to land flat on my ass dropping my lunch on the floor, with one of the girls going as far as to smack the side my head for good measure - with nothing more than an open palm, not enough to leave a mark but that was never the point. All they wanted was for me to feel it and know I can't stop them.

"Ooooh, look, she's totally goanna cry?" one of them taunted through her giggling. No, no I'm not. Just a childish jeer.

I remained silent as they kept laughing. It's not like anybody expects me to speak up or it would actually change anything if I did. I could only clutch my tray closer to my face, in case they try to rip it away from me, staring at the ground not wanting to see their faces.

"Shit! A teacher's coming." A voice called out. Seems one of the girls was on lookout duty for the gang. The girls turn away from my fallen form, even stepping back.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" the ringleader whispered to herself. "Old geezers always have to kill the mood. Let's move it" and just as suddenly as the girls had arrived, they finally left me alone.

Well, not completely alone. The sound of footsteps clapped in neat union came to a stop beside her, commanding my attention.

I expected many things when I looked up, one of the groupies reluctantly following their master's order, the teacher checking why I'm sitting on the ground, maybe even one of the other students stopping to either gawk or help me up. Yeah right, like that's gonna happen.

What greeted me instead was that freshman girl I knocked down yesterday, with a face best described as pure rage. Her almost-black eyes I once thought to be soulless, were now filled with such anger that I half-expected her to strike down whatever they're looking at, further down the hallway. A snarl contorted the Asian girl's face, with nothing but hatred etched into every crease of it. With her arms stiff by her sides and both her hands clenched into tight, white fists. The girl's entire posture is just screaming to attack, I was half-afraid she might take it out on me.

Then, she looked down at me, her expression changed into one of concern in an instant. Becoming soft, and, well, how to describe it… affectionate? The freshmen girl dropped down to her knees and held out her hand. She looked deep into my eyes, something I can't accurately describe swirling inside her so-very-dark-ones.

"A-are you okay? H-how bad d-did they hurt you?" The change was so complete and sudden that I couldn't help but flinch away. The little Asian girl either chose to ignore my surprise or simply just didn't notice, having grabbed my hand.

"N-no. No more than usual" I replied, dumbfounded. What the hell am I doing? And what is she doing? Why does she act and sound like she actually cares?

"M-more than usual?!" her eyes widening in shock. There it is again. That abrupt switch in demeanour as her eyes narrow and snap upwards, with her mouth setting into a thin line and her sweaty hands clasping my own with enough strength that I have to wrench them free, lest she break some bones. But I think it might have left a mark.

"I- yeah." As I got up, the younger student quickly followed suit. "Don't worry, it's- I'm fine." Well, not really, I'm anything but fine. I was just used to it, there's a difference.

The strange girl started squeezing her hands, all of a sudden looking decidedly out of her element. Nervous was a strange look on her.

"Do you need anything?" the now blushing student eventually asked and gave a humourless chuckle. Girl, I need a lot of things but doubt you can do anything about it. Out of the corner of her eye, I can see that we were causing a scene. I knew full well how trying to help me will end, with people Emma, Sophia, Maddison, Musume and their gangs going after this sweet, if little odd, girl in the worst ways possible just for being nice to me. And with her ending up hating me for that.

"No" I finally said. "No, I'm good. Thank… you?" Now, the little girl was making some sort of weird smiley faces with her hand on her chin and was now... drooling? What the actual fuck?

"O-o-okay!" And with that, she ran off. God, I really hope she isn't another Greg.

Still... it's quite ironic really. I had hoping for an entire year for this exact thing, for someone to offer their companionship once more. But now the opportunity finally arrived... I rejected it.

But I don't want any harm to come upon the girl because of my own troubles.

I looked at the ground where my lunch was heartlessly murdered. I barely had a bi- Hang on… Where the hell did my apple go?

Ayano P.O.V

I ran as fast as I could and hid behind a corner. That was too close I nearly got on my darling's bad side! Damn it! I could barely hold a conversation with her just to comfort her without losing my cool.

I suddenly remembered the sensation of wetness on my face, I was drooling once more. I smeared it off with my hands and glanced back where my soulmate was, completely unable to take my eyes off of her again until she left.

I thought my perfect plan I came up with on the stop was pretty simple, make anyone who tries to get in the way of my future life partner is removed out of the picture and let her know I wanted to be her friend before working my way up to girlfriend and then eventually her wife. But how if I get only so close to her without choking! I guess I will need that Parahuman's assistance after all to keep myself clean and organised.

If only she knew that she would soon be mine. That eventually someday we'd be in each other's arms without anyone to bother us.

But at least it wasn't a totally loss. An apple with my beloved's bite marks has been aquired.

I need my fix of Taylor, I want to keep this treasure safe and not in my stomach but I just cannot help it. I need more of her inside me, the craving was too strong to just simply ignore it.

I admired the still-fresh, green apple and allow it to sit in the palm of my right hand. This was really it, it was eaten by her. A part of my Taylor. This treasure had actually once been in that perfect mouth of her. I circled my fingers around the edges, feeling its bumpy texture, before wrapping my tongue around it and savouring the flavour. Her saliva tastes so sweet, so wonderful, so alive.

I don't want to take a bite out of it, I want the flavour to stay in my mouth forever but I know I can't help myself. I take a nip out of the treasure and swallow it. Momentarily, I have a genuine smile on my face. It's so incredibly rare to feel such happiness and I actually wish I could experience it forever, this joy of having parts of my darling Taylor to enjoy.

Hopefully, I can find some things that my Taylor drops again, I could always collect more invaluable treasures from her, so I'll keep my eyes peeled.

The school bells began to ring and shriek, filling the entire area with its noise, and I gradually see more and more people walk through the corridor going to their next lesson. Had to put the apple away in my bag before anyone could see it. Its mine now. All mine.

I just couldn't hold it in, I allowed a grin to spread across my face as my heartbeat began to race once more as I pulled out my smartphone.

Today is the day, I get to work. At the end of all of this, Senpai will be mine for good, so this will all be worth it. Time to go data collecting.

Did you enjoy?

For the question of the chapter: Do you think the Locker Incident should still happen in the story, despite of Yandere-chan's efforts? I don't want to make it a rehash of canon but with a Yandere stalking Taylor but I can see it could do a lot for their relationship.

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