I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 67

And so, Perelman was left alone.

“Gifted” refers to children who possess outstanding talents that allow them to achieve remarkable results compared to other children of their age group—a definition by the U.S. Department of Education.

At the age of five, upon finding the “Poincaré Conjecture” in Papa’s notebook, Fii was captivated by the innovative approach using Ricci flow and statistical mechanics, and Mama exclaimed, “Oh God, gifted!” when she saw Fii scribbling proof formulas all over the room’s walls.

Papa, who was insistent on raising Fii in Japan, a place dearly loved by their late grandfather, clashed with Mama, who wished to move to America to pursue gifted education.

“She’s a genius!! A genius, you know!? If she stays in Japan, her talent will go to waste!! Do you understand!?”

It was emotional, yet a logical argument.

Gifted education in Japan is challenging. It was only natural for Fii, who stood out among her peers, to move to the United States and be enrolled in gifted classes, the best environment to further deFiene her exceptional character.

“Fiene, you understand, don’t you? You’re smart, right? You’ve seen your IQ test results, haven’t you? Tell Papa how high it is?”

Papa—looked distressed.

Because Papa was an ordinary person. He was not like Mama, who could think, “Having a ‘genius’ child is beneficial to me.”

Papa did not crave fame or pride. He just wanted to spend a gentle retirement in Japan, cherished by his grandfather, as a family of three.

Mama, determined to raise her daughter as a unique genius, brought in mathematicians, physicists, and experts on gifted education. Meanwhile, Papa, with a lonely look on his face, would place Fii on his knee and whisper, “It’s okay to be normal.”

Mama, unwavering in her belief that Fii was a prodigy, took drastic measures against Papa, who refused to acknowledge her educational Fiilosophy.

“Our Fiene…”

She learned Japanese with all her might and sacrifice, starting to instill in those around her that “I, Fiene, am abnormal.”

Eyes—changed.

The eyes of parents coming to pick up their children saw Fii as an “alien.” Looking at Fii playing with the materials given by Mama in a corner of the kindergarten, the other children stared at her as a “weird thing.”

Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes… everywhere she walked, everything she did, everyone’s eyes conveyed, “That one is different.”

Show a hint of intelligence, and you’re peered at with eyes mixed with jealousy and admiration. Understanding it in their mind but feeling inferior in their heart, a gloomy gaze would fixate on Fii as “creepy.”

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.

And if there are “several” protruding nails— they get hammered even more.

Next was “appearance.” Shrouded emotions regarding Fii’s looks arose, and envy and jealousy brewed upon comparing her with their own children.

She’s a girl. A girl indeed. Girls are ugly and dirty. They were thoroughly filthy, and they would do anything to tarnish Fii with the same mud.

“What are you doing to a child?”—such delicate harassment continued daily without anyone sane to call it out, and the children, instructed, “Don’t play with Fiene-chan too much,” drifted away from her side.

“Fiene, let’s play.”

The only one who didn’t leave was Yui.

She had her issues at home and was clear about her boundaries, so the outside voices didn’t reach her.

“Fiene is amazing, isn’t she? You understand everything.”

Her carefree smile was honestly a salvation. That’s why, even though she was a girl, I could recognize her as Akira-kun’s second wife.

“Fiene-chan, come here. I’ll give you a hug.”

And then, that woman Momo also—had beautiful eyes.

Mama’s scheme had worked perfectly, and Papa, realizing there were no options left but to leave Japan, stood at the entrance with a suitcase, his face resigned.

“Fiene, hold out your hand.”

Looking at Fiene’s outstretched hand, Papa smiled gently and drew a “face” on my thumb with a pen.

“Fiene, think of this as Papa. If you have any troubles or sadness, you can consult with thumb Papa.”

“Why the thumb?”

Papa whispered with a pained expression.

“The thumb, you see, is called the ‘father finger.'”

“Papa? Where are you going?”

Rising from Fiene’s hand as if to escape, Papa opened the heavy front door.

“…I understand chaos theory, but not the father finger.”

Papa’s beautiful eyes, which had always watched over Fiene—were tarnished just like theirs.

“I’m tired.”

Through the gap in the front door, a woman’s hand with manicured nails extended and snatched Papa’s hand away from me, Fiene, with a sleek movement.

“Papa?”

The front door closed—

“Papa, where are you going? Papa?”

Papa never returned.

And on the day the departure to America was decided, Akira-kun looked at Fiene with eyes like Papa’s—wishing for this person.

Wishing, reaching out. This time, he would grasp the arm of Papa that he couldn’t hold that day.

This time, this time, this time, reaching out to catch hold. He would not be taken away again.

Kiriyama Akira, Papa, belongs to me.

***

As I fell, Fiene caught my arm, her face contorted in pain.

“Akira-kun… please stop… don’t take away from Fiene anymore… you’re the only one… there’s only you… Fiene has lost everything… nothing left… nothing… not anymore…”

Fiene’s tears fell on my eyes—and streamed down my cheeks.

“Don’t take it away from Fiene…”

“Don’t underestimate me.”

Shaking off the arm, Fiene screamed as she watched me fall.