I was born without emotions... it is as simple as that. I just couldn't feel things, It ran in the family, my mother suffered from this, my grandma, and we assume so forward.I remember a lot of doctors saying they couldn't help me and my father being upset In my earliest memories. When I was in middle school, I'd snap the necks of cats and small animals and be mean, just to feel something... anything. But I couldn't. I knew I was a... 'Different' child. Others were smiling, making friends, and giggled when their parents picked them up...I didn't I realized quickly where that would lead...to people thinking i'm 'weird' or 'strange' to them. I'd get teased because I wouldn't cry. It wasn't sad...just annoying, an inconvenience to me. Unfortunately, That only made them pick on me more. great. So as I learned, I noticed how they acted, How they smiled, and cried. How they made friends and enemies. I used their obliviousness to my advantage and used their emotions as my own. I made friends and made my father happy. He was a sad man before I 'Had emotions' or fake emotions. He tried everything to make me happy. I just wanted to feel. All I could feel... was pity. I did pity my father but that's all, he was sad and he wanted me to be happy. So I pretended to be happy, and all was well. Though, I believe that he knew i was faking my emotions, I still cried, laughed, and seemed confused with things as all other children did. And it had worked!

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Once, my mother and I were cooking, and she was humming. It was the energy for me to feel 'happy' in so that's how I pretended to feel. Then out of nowhere she cut herself and gasped, quickly dropping the knife as blood dropped on the cutting board, while I rushed to grab bandages. Now was my cue to feel worried and I gasped while rushing to the cabinet. She wrapped her finger and asked me to wash the cutting board with an odd smile. I thought nothing of it and ran some water and put soap on the board. I scrubbed it to make sure I got all the blood off. "Here you go!" I said handing her the board flatly. "Very good dear! But believe it or not, there's still blood on this board, Ayano. Here, i'll show you!" She said sweetly pulling out a drawer and grabbing a blacklight and some chemical that I couldn't determine. "This is hydrogen peroxide! And a black light. Now i'm going to use this thing called luminol, she pulled it out of the same drawer. Now i'll put the luminol on the spot where the blood used to be and switch off the lights!" My mom walked over to the white light switch and switched it making the lights go dim and she turned on the blacklight, a substance showing where the blood used to be. "See the blood is still there... now..."  She poured the hydrogen peroxide on the cutting board and scrubbed it in firmly. "See You scrub it in well and....tada!" She said happily as she turned the black light on and the spot was gone, lets just say I remember that very fondly. You know as a child I never thought I would have to use that lesson. I guess I was wrong.

I received a message late at night, right before I started dozing off. You want your senpai... yes? The message stated eerily. I sat up while reading how did she know I even had a senpai. Who are you, how did you get this number? I asked flatly not knowing how my number was available to begin with. Hah, have you ever heard of info-chan? They asked.  I responded with a quick yes, and they replied back that they were info-chan. Though i didn't believe them I was still curious. Ah, so your the all mighty one who is able to track anyone with a few clicks of a button? I had asked sarcastically. Look if you don't want my help that's fine, but I need to know so my time isn't wasted! She replied snarkily. And after thinking about it I agreed. Smart choice, Ayano... I'll tell you everything you need to know... She replied and something appeared on the home screen to my phone. It was an app. What did you put on my phone? I asked going to click on it. Its an  info-chan app, I ask for things, and you give them and in return I give what you ask for... because everything comes with a price. She said like it was a normal occurrence. I gave her the okay and went to bed, because after all I still had school in the morning. While asleep I dreamed of chopping off the head of my new rival, Osana Najime. So many ways to get rid of her... I just can't wait to get my hands on her, She won't take my senpai from me. That's a promise.

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I wake up before my alarm,  and I immediately get ready. Time to check my senpai shrine. Let's see...and apple bitten out of by him, one of his old toothbrushes, Some of his chewed gum, a bandage of his, and of course a picture I took of him, too bad it's blurry. I remember about school and force myself to stop admiring my collection. When I reach school I notice Osana, she is easily spotted because of her long orange hair that I know that she refuses to cut, but she is with another girl...I know that girl her name is Raibaru. Raibaru used to be leader of the martial arts club, until budo beat her.Then she spent all her time with Osana. Like a bodyguard... Osana walked toward senpai and began talking to him loudly, so I could hear from a nearby bush. "You overslept! again! How many times to I have to tell you! You always keep me waiting!" She said angrily, making me only want to hurt her more. "I-if its so bothersome to you... we don't have to walk to school together anymore..." I urged her to say that was a great idea but instead she said it was fine and walked off, leaving senpai and going off to Raibaru, who I noticed watching their conversation as I did. I sent a message to Info-chan to ask her about Raibaru, but she didn't have much more information than I did. "Hey, raibaru..." I tried to say to her but she ignored me continuing to speak to Osana. Perfect, I know just how to eliminate Osana.