Lovesick Budo Ayando Fanfic
I made another one!!Okay….I admit I’m a little obsessed with yandere budo. Anyway, I haven’t made a fic in a while so sorry if there are any errors.
This one is about Ayano noticing she’s being followed by Budo and what she does about it…
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Budo has been following her for a few weeks now.
At least, Ayano only noticed a few weeks ago.
The tingling feeling on your back that means somebody is staring at you. Or the silence that makes you think you are alone, until you hear the slight shuffle of feet or a crack of a dead branch. It was one of the feelings she’d found out she hated most, even if she did not know what it was. All she knew was that it was worse than anger.
Maybe she was feeling fear. That whoever was following her was figuring out that she as responsible for many of the deaths at akademi high. But if they did expose her, she’d tell them she didn’t commit all of them. And that was true.
Every so often, during her weeks at this school, she’d notice people disappear. See dark blood on the stairs and railing, and she’d think that she missed a spot. But later on, she’d found out that there was another person at this school that was a murderer. A messy one at that.
At first, it was something helpful. If this person kept on being messy like they were, she’d be able to blame all of it on them. She’d be let off the hook with no worries. And Ayano’s senpai would be hers.
But that was before she noticed the feeling. Now, every move she made had to be careful, even more than it already was. The stalker’s movements had to be put into account while going through all of her rivals. If they saw that part of her, surely they’d call the police and she’d be taken away from her beloved.
Info-chan refused to tell her anything. All she said regarding the second murderer was that she was connected to it. All she could think is why. Why me? The feeling made her want to turn around and scream at them while she walked home. But it also made her want to walk faster than normal.
All this insanity to do with the other murderer had caused her to try and figure it out for herself. Who was this character that killed and followed her around?
So, three weeks ago, on a cold autumn night, she had set out to find out the truth. School had just ended and she was waiting outside the wall of akademi. Students came out in clumps, laughing and talking, and keeping their gaze anywhere but on her. She knew they did that on purpose. It didn’t bother her.
Nearing the end of many of the clubs activities, she glanced up from her phone as she watched the occult club leader, Oka stumble out of school, Shin close behind. The clubs’ activities were almost as suspicious as it’s members, but since they were heading out, only the teachers were left in the school.
Ayano stood up pushed her phone in her skirt’s pockets, opposite the one she had a screwdriver in. She patted her bag to make sure she had her digital camera and began on her way. She reminded herself again that she had to be careful after all, whoever this was had to be psychotic.
On the street, she tried keeping her attention as much as she could in her peripheral vision. The street was completely empty now and homes were starting to turn on their lights. The only thing that lit the street was the light emitting from those houses and the little street lamps scattered across it. Ayano was walking a while until she finally heard something.
That same feeling hit again as she started to walk quicker. Instincts hit as her hand moved to her pocket, and found itself grasping the weapon. She could feel her heartbeat in her chest getting faster and faster and faster. The shuffling behind became somehow in time with her heart.
She couldn’t hold back any longer as she turned her head to the person behind her but it was just too dark to see. Reaching for her bag she desperately pulled out the camera and-
With that, Ayano ran. She ran until she got into her empty house and closed the door behind her. She pulled it twice to make sure it was locked. Next, she walked around her home and pulled the drapes closed. The house was dark, but it was safe for now. Plopping on her couch she scanned her living room.
As usual, it was clean because she was never there. But lately, she had been eating more at home because of this stalker. She took one deep breath and forced herself to look at the camera in her hand. She had clung to it for dear life until now, when she dropped it. It hit the floor with a thud and she just sat there and stared. What would she do when she found out who it was? Kill them? Confront them?
The feeling came again as her shaking hand reached for it. Weird. Her hand only shook when she was angry. Picking it up, she turned it on and closed her eyes.
Three. Two. One. Ayano opened them and squinted at the poorly shot picture. Dark messy hair with a headband under his bangs and almond shaped dark eyes stared back at her. No wonder she could never see him. He was practically a shadow.
But something seemed off about him.
His eyes were almond shaped but they were large and rounded. It seemed as though his pupil had devoured all the colour in his eye. His eyebrows were raised and he was smiling. A smile that left shivers down her spine. It was a happy smile but there was something behind it. Something ominous.
All that mattered now was that she knew who the person was. Budo Masuta. An upperclassman and president of the martial arts club. She let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding in. She knew who she was up against now. And that was half the battle.
The next few weeks Ayano had laid low and tried to eliminate her rivals quietly, whether it was ruining them for senpai or setting them up with another a man. She made sure that Budo believed that she didn’t know by acting normally around him. Or as normally as she could. The stalking stopped after that night for a while but quickly came back. And so did the feeling.
Now she had finally wanted to end it. With her new rival around, he would be an even bigger nuisance. No way would she be able to matchmake or even touch the student council president with the amount of power she had. So Ayano decided to put an end to it all.
It seemed as though she was repeating herself as she waited outside the school once again. Her heart beating the same as it did that night and the feeling building up in the back of her head. A tingling sensation stung her neck, and caused her to reach and scratch it multiple times. Over and over in her mind she went over in her head what she was going to ask. A cool winter breeze flew by lifting up the scarf that was hanging around her. She pulled it down and burrowed her head into it. This had to happen. If she ever was going to get her senpai, she would have to face Budo.
Just as the last person left. Ayano turned and went back into the school grounds. Leaning on the wall just on the other side, as expected, was Budo.
He stared at her. A much more calm expression on his face now. With his features relaxed and his back up against the wall, it made him look almost…attractive. It made Ayano think she had the wrong person. But immediately after seeing her, he became surprised but smiled. A grin, consisting of a mischievous and ominous meaning.
“Hello Yan-chan” he said gleefully. Hearing her name spoken so familiarly by him made her flinch and take a step back. “I didn’t know you were here”. An obvious lie. It was useless for him to pretend now. Ayano swallowed and balled up her fists.
“Masuta-kun, I know you have been following me”. His grin grew wider. “I’ve come to ask you to stop and-” Ayano’s voiced cracked. The feeling was looming over her now. “And to ask why”.
He laughed. “It’s because I love you, Ayano”. He took a step forward towards her. The way he said it with no hesitation made her jump. But the feeling that somebody loved her that was not her senpai made her feel dirty.
No. She was not going to let this happen. She pulled out her screw driver. It was her turn to laugh. “Well, I decline, for I do not feel the same”. She said it loud and clear, pushing back the feeling that was now clawing at her stomach.
“You like someone else?” He asked quickly.
Ayano finally grew annoyed as she finally took a step toward him pointing her screwdriver towards his chest. “What does it matter?” The unsettling smile grew and grew as she got closer and closer. “You won’t live to meet him”. She lunged forwards aiming for the side of his head.
It happened in about two seconds flat. Her arm was grabbed and put into a lock behind her back. Immediately she dropped the screwdriver in pain and was forced to kneel facing away from Budo. She screamed at first but now was holding back tears. It hurt. With her other hand she clawed up at him but it was no use. She couldn’t reach.
His presence now was close to her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck. She felt all her hair stand on end. He whispered now.
“You were forgetting something, Yan-chan” it felt as though it hurt when he said her name. Maybe it was just the lock. “I’m stronger than you, faster than you, more skilled than you and apparently smarter. If you won’t tell me now neither him nor you will survive”. He said the last words as if it was a tease or a joke. They both knew it wasn’t.
“NEVER!” Ayano yelled as she struggled more. But he was right. He was much stronger than her. Nevertheless, she continued to yell and scream until she heard a bang and as her head felt heavy.
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