Honestly, besides the whole I-have-killed-people-and-never-been-caught thing, I'm a good person.

My name is Ayano Aishi. I am fourteen. I like anmitsu and dango. I'm a straight A student with no known criminal record. Today is my first day at Yukihiro High, so I'm gonna arrive early so I can wait for Senpai.

I apply a light foundation of makeup, just some eyeliner and lip gloss, taking the time to appreciate my looks.

I had silver hair, a rare trait, and white eyes. my screala were off white like normal, but my iriss' were a stark white, my pupil standing out starkly. From a distance, the only way you could tell I even had iriss' was the thin black ring circling them. I wore brown contacts to hide them, as Senpai might find them weird. My canines were longer than normal too.

People often compare me to a vampire. Or a cat. I think I'm just me.

I slip on the black and red uniform and skip out the door, humming to myself. I had done my waist-length silver hair up into a ponytail and swung my bag around happily. I had watched Senpai all summer, and got rid of three annoyances for him! I managed to get one of his gloves, which held a special spot in his shrine.

The closer I got to school, the calmer I forced myself to be, walking casually with a small smile on my face. I noticed a group of guys behind me. They all walked the same, and for the most part looked similar, with black hair in various lengths, and the school uniform. They also had matching scowls. They looked strong.

I giggle to myself, and turn around, fully facing them, and wave. They have baseball bat cases on their backs. I pout when they scowl harder. They didn't even wave back! Fine! I turn back around and continue walking. My thoughts are filled with Senpai. I wonder if he is still asleep? I feel myself blushing as an image of Senpai sleeping floods my mind.

I wish Senpai would notice me, all I've ever wanted was for him to look at me with love in his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. I sigh. I've done so much for him, I've gotten rid of the people who annoyed him, even if he didn't want to admit it. For the past month though, he'd been away on vacation, and I have been waiting to see him. Senpai is all I have left after all, so I must devote myself to protecting him.

I see the open gates of the school and walk forward. My new life as a high schooler was about to begin!

This was not amusing. I was so happy when I saw Senpai! But then I noticed that he had scars all over him! I needed to find out who hurt him. So I could get rid of them. Senpai didn't look as happy as he used to either. His blond hair had grown though.

But what really made me angry where all of the girls that were clinging to him like rabid dogs. And a few of the guys were watching with angry faces. Senpai was in a bad spot. My legs won't move though. 

Luckily the bell rang, and everyone dispersed, quick to get to class. I made to to memorize as many of the girls and guys faces as I could. Why? So I could 'confront' them later!

School is boring, I was in advanced classes last year, so I already know most of what they're teaching. I snag a box cutter from the arts and crafts room and make my way to the roof. It's lunchtime, and a few of the girls from earlier had gone up there.

I follow them silently. There were three of them. I wouldn't be able to get rid of all of them, so I waited. Soon enough, one of them, a pink haired girl with a revolting amount of makeup on, walked away, saying something about the bathroom.

I follow her casually, and carefully step into a stall, trying not to make a sound. I wait for her to finish, and when she steps out, I follow, staying just out of sight. When she turned the faucet on I moved. I swiped the box cutter across her throat, and blood sprayed, hitting the wall, and spattering my uniform. 

I sigh, I hate messy ones. I took off my shirt, which was the only thing spattered, and let it stay in the sink for a few minutes while I used a mop bucket to wash all of the blood on the floor into the drain. I used the girls long as hell socks to wrap around her neck and dragged her body into a stall. I placed her head over the toilet, so when the sock became drenched in her blood and dripped, it would drip into the toilet and not the floor.

Though a part of me wanted to see the blood spill, wanted it to coat my hands wanted to bathe in it. Every time I got rid of someone, that part seemed to grow stronger.

Whatever. I flap my now clean shirt out, and wring it out as best I can. I put it in my bag and pull out my spare. I had learned long ago to bring spares.

I take one last look at the dead girl.

I walked out, shoving away the guilt, and with it, a piece of my sanity.

Anything for Senpai, right?

School ended. The girls body was found, with no murder weapon. The culprit, was not found.