I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 15

A Moving Yandere, A Praying Yandere

“…I’ve been outplayed.”

Minatsuki Yui whispered this in the empty classroom after school hours.

What she held was a pitch-black bento box she had taken from her beloved Kiriyama Akira’s desk—the letter stuck to the inside of the lid had just been read, leading her to realize her mistake.

“My bento box, used against me… I thought it was a punishment, but Akira-kun’s lack of reaction means…”

To be precise, what Yui had put in the box as a so-called punishment was “only her hair.”

She had no memory of sprinkling blood, nor of attaching a letter to the lid. She had cut her own black hair and put it in the bento box, intending to use Akira’s fear of stalkers for a little intimidation.

If the bento box had been seen by others and caused a big issue, she had changed her hairstyle to a ponytail to disguise the volume of her hair, ensuring she wouldn’t be suspected.

Her usual behavior was that of a model student, so she was confident that any blame would be directed at a stalker… but it seems her actions were used against her instead.

“The bento box was put there before lunch break. That means someone must have taken the chance to add blood to it.”

It was easy to deduce that this was undoubtedly the doing of Kinugasa Maria.

If that’s the case, this blood is a declaration of war. It’s probably safe to assume that not disposing of the bento box was deliberately done to provoke me.

“…The bandage on the left arm.”

As a possible source of the blood, Yui focused on the bandage that she had wrapped around her left arm.

“No, that must definitely be a bluff… A cunning person who would use my bento box to gain Akira-kun’s trust wouldn’t make such a simple mistake… If that’s so, that’s just a feint to attract attention…”

With that thought, she speculated that the injury might be on the right wrist—but upon inspection, she realized there were no wounds there and shook her head.

“Using a syringe would be too disadvantageous… Is there a way to hide the wound…?”

While suppressing her murderous intent and advancing her deductions, Yui’s hips trembled, and she answered her ringing mobile phone.

“It’s foundation tape.” (TLN : https://foundation-tape.net/en.php)

Kiriyama Sumire, at the end of the line, whose voice evoked the image of a dying animal, declared after hearing the circumstances.

“Foundation tape?”

“It’s a commercially available product, also known as scar-covering tape. It’s like a normal sticker that can be adhered to the skin and its effect lasts for about a week. It’s sort of like artificial skin, and if it’s just cuts like from a wrist, it can easily conceal them completely.

Well, Minatsuki-senpai, someone like you who is too perfect because of your overwhelming feelings for your brother, to the point where you wouldn’t even think about harming yourself, it’s no wonder you wouldn’t know something like that.”

“No need for the chatter, okay? So, what do I do? I’m going to go and take her down, you know?”

In response to Yui’s question, a grumbling voice came back.

“Are you suggesting a temporary team up?”

“That’s right.”

Of course, I plan to use her to the fullest and then cut ties as soon as she is no longer needed.

“Well, I’ll cooperate with you. This time, it’s probably dangerous even for someone at Minatsuki-senpai’s level.

The attention to detail in the forgery, the way Minatsuki-senpai was outmaneuvered, and most importantly, the fact that my name isn’t on ‘her hit list’… Considering all this, she’s the last person I want to get close to my brother.”

“Indeed, even I was deceived. I still can’t believe that she was the stalker who had been hovering around Akira-kun.”

There must still be hidden secrets about Kinugasa Maria… And I can’t shake the feeling that she is trying to perpetuate her deceit…

“But even so, she was certainly suspicious, and things like hair and nails can be conveniently manipulated, can’t they? Why did you say she wasn’t the stalker?”

“If I flatly accused her, and Akira-kun openly accepted her apology, it would bring her and Akira-kun closer, for better or worse.

A crazy person spouting contradictions is more of an unknown entity to Akira-kun, which can make him less inclined to be involved, right?”

“So you judged it that way, only to have her smoothly carry off onii-chan? You’re too weak to honey traps, Minatsuki-senpai.”

“You’d understand if you were the one approached by Akira-kun.”

While talking on the phone, Yui continued to stroke Akira’s desk, feeling her head grow fuzzy just by reminiscing about that momentary bliss.

“So, even if you’re going to kill that girl, do you think you can handle the disposal of the body?”

“I think I can manage one body. But I don’t want to bear any risks before my future life with Akira-kun, so she might end up being kept in a pigpen.”

A bitter laugh could be heard from the other end of the call, directed at Yui.

“Well, please do as you wish. As long as I can get my brother back, I’m satisfied.”

After these final words, the connection was severed, and Yui checked the output of the stun gun hidden at the bottom of her bag.

“Wait for me, Akira-kun. Your beloved Yui is coming for you.”

Picking up a strand of Akira’s hair that had fallen on the floor and swallowing it lovingly, she made her way lightly towards the staff room.

The girl dressed all in black standing before me was pacing and muttering something in front of what seemed to be a homemade altar.

“If I can… welcome Akira-sama… then first… I must cleanse him with holy water… and then… remove the impure innards…”

Oh, am I a fish or something?

“Hey.”

“Ah, ahh…! Akira-sama… haaah…!”

When I called out to her, she bowed deeply, responding in a deliberately rough voice.

“I’m a god, right?”

“Of… of course, for me… Akira-sama is… like a god―”

“I want to eat udon.”

As a god, I closed my eyes and bestowed this oracle with a prayer-like solemnity.

“I want to… eat udon…”

Watching her dash off in a frenzy, I was convinced of my victory as a divine freeloader.