Taming the Yandere

Chapter 1 – Creating a Yandere * * * “Hmm.” Heavy. It felt uncomfortable as if something was pinning me down with all its weight. Only a disgruntled sound escaped my lips as I battled to overcome my sleepiness. I didn't want to wake up yet and face the reality of life. Despite that, soft hands freely traveled throughout my body, shamelessly groping every part my existence could offer. My body suddenly felt warm as it silently corresponded to those sinful hands. I couldn’t help but react accordingly, giving life to that thing in between my legs. Reasons finally left my mind as I extended my arms to welcome the other person’s advances. Much to my dismay, I had reached the verge of waking up when the simulation stopped, followed by a soothing voice. A lullaby entered my ears, miraculously removing the raging heat within me. And before I knew it, I was already sent far deep into the land of dreams, remembering the sinful time when I created that monster. “Dane! Dane! My legs hurt. I can no longer run. I’m scared. I want to go home.” My attention was robbed by the child in my hand. Ah, how stupid. She is not the only child here since we are both young. She is only a year younger than me, a chick at the age of six. Their family had been my neighbor since who knows when and our parents were friends for as long as I can remember. The tears in her eyes made my heart thump a little. We were the only child of our families and I see her as my little sister. Her chubby cheeks and pitiful look triggered a lot of brotherly love from me. Her trembling hands almost made me want to grow as an adult to save her from her suffering. At the same time, I blamed myself for bringing her into this situation. Our families went camping in the mountains, beside the river, when I spotted a rainbow stag beetle. My father is an avid beetle collector, and I couldn’t help but get excited at the sight of it. I know that it was wrong of me to chase after the insect, dragging this pitiful child in the process. “I’ll carry you. Don’t worry. We will see them soon. Just hold my shirt and trust your big brother, okay? I won’t leave you alone.” The cinnabar mole under the child’s right eye appeared as it sparkled under the fading light of the sun. Once again, there is a foreign emotion within me saying that I should protect her no matter what. My words were big for a seven-year-old, but it was all that I could offer in this situation. “I don’t want you! I want my mama and papa! It’s your fault. Wahhh.” Unfortunately, I failed to coax her and suffered an ear-deafening cry after that. Like the pipsqueak in my arms, I’m still a child and couldn’t help but harbor resentment toward the ungrateful brat who scowled at me. There is no doubt that this is my fault but the way she blamed me truly created a black mass inside my young heart. Moreover, the crying child on my back did not stop hitting my shoulders. It hurt so badly that I wanted to drop her and continue my search alone. “Yes. Yes. It’s my fault. Don’t cry anymore. My mama said that crying too much would dry your eyes out until it popped out of your face. You don’t want to look like Krumm, right?” The child on my back shivered at that thought, completely stopping her from letting out another cry. She even stopped hitting my back and I couldn’t be more thankful to the cartoon character that we just watched a week ago. She was scared to death when Krumm from “Aaahh!!! Real Monsters” revealed himself. I rarely used it, but mentioning that poor good character had always been effective in handling this mischievous child. In time, the sudden silence made me more aware of our surroundings. My undivided attention then looked down as we traveled toward the direction that we ran away from. Based on my experience, the story about Krumm would only shut her mouth for a couple of minutes. It would be utter hell after that, and I need to come up with the most obvious lie to again shut her mouth up. However, even before the next tantrum that could ruin my mood showed up, an even bigger problem popped our way. Proudly hissing before us is a long snake. I don’t know how long it is since it coiled like it was awakened from a long slumber. I don’t know much about this kind of reptile, yet my armpit is sweating at the sight of it. Fear crept into my heart at the thought of dying on this mountain after being beaten by a snake. At the same time, I promised myself to behave like an angel after I overcame this adversity. I swear that I will no longer act atrociously and will eat all the veggies served by my mother. Little by little, as slow as I could, I stepped backward, creating as little noise as possible. I had forgotten that there was another presence on my back since my eyes dared not move away from the reptile. I failed to notice how the child trembled like crazy after she noticed the snake hissing at us. At the same time, I missed the chance to feel how she leaned backward, pulling me as well in the process. We might be a year apart, but our physique doesn’t differ much. The brat’s force unquestionably destroyed my balance until my bosom reached the dirty ground. Pain immediately scattered throughout my body at that sudden fall. She, on the other hand, rolled on the ground after we separated. I heard a loud thump followed by a shriek from her. Our situation escalated in just a matter of seconds, making me almost want to cry. I wanted to check on her, but my fear of the crawling snake got the better of me. It would be a disgrace to admit it as a child, but my shorts had long been soiled by my urine. We are in an open area, but the stench of my own liquid spreads discriminately in the air. I already prepared myself for the worst, however, for some reason, the snake avoided me and went straight in the opposite direction. I was able to breathe a sigh of relief until I remembered the existence of my childhood friend. My eyes immediately searched for her location until the body of the snake once again made it into my sight. At the same time, the direction of that reptile took my breath away. It was undoubtedly crawling toward her location. The little girl’s eyes widened in shock, unable to say a word or even utter a single sign of help. There was not much distance between us, but I could tell that there was something wrong with her legs. She probably received that injury when she fell from my back. My brotherly love once again bloomed. The child’s teary eyes and red cheeks triggered a different sense of courage within me, removing all the fear in my young heart. Before I knew it, I found myself lifting my body away from the ground, tracing the distance between us three. I ignored the jolting pain in my hip as I jumped in front of the weeping child. The snake then jumped off the ground, straight to my open legs. I was terrified as it bit hard on my skin. Almost instinctively, I grabbed the snake and pulled it away from me, letting my skin tear in the process. A lot of blood splashed through the three of us, but I gave it no concern. My anger and hatred toward the snake were unleashed within a matter of seconds. I grabbed a stone nearest to us, and without another thought, pounded on the snake’s head. I did not stop until the once vigorous reptile could no longer be distinguished as one. Blood spluttered between us, making the scene as gruesome as possible. I was already gasping for some air after I stopped moving my hand. My eyes were still on the corpse of the snake, unable to see the sparkling eyes of the child beside me. My young mind failed to comprehend how this situation changed the future awaiting us. I failed to witness the birth of a twisted love, a story that will give me the biggest headache in this lifetime of mine. Note: A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an extreme, often violent or psychotic, level of devotion to a love interest.