My Curse? A Different Yandere in Every Reincarnation

I'm running down the street in a daze, reality hitting me like a truck. Himari is drugging me and making me emotionally dependent on her.

It's because of her that I have this anxiety and paranoia I can't even look at the streets properly or focus on where I'm going, everything seems blurred by the tears and the fact that I'm running fast while struggling to breathe.

"Whoa, be careful Shizune, you can't just run across the streets like that." As I was about to dash across the street, a hand grabbed my arm just as a car went by. If I hadn't been stopped, I would've been in an accident.

"Ah-h, th-thank you... H-Himari... W-what are you doing here?" I ask, unable to control the fear. The person who has been drugging me for years is right in front of me.

"The teacher didn't show up, so there was no class. What luck, huh?" She says with a cheerful smile. That smile now just seems fake to me. She hugs me when she sees I've started hyperventilating.

The anxiety attacking me is horrible, but as soon as she hugs me, I feel my mind calm down. I don't want this anymore, yet it's so soothing to be in her arms, which only further proves that she's been drugging me with that blue powder for a long time.

'It's a lie... i-it can't be a coincidence... a-and she didn't even go to school? W-Was she following me? B-But it doesn't seem like she knows I went to the pharmacy...' I decide to play along if she doesn't know, there's no need for her to find out.

"H-Haha, g-good thing there was no class..." I say, trying to pretend I'm happy about it.

"Yeah, good thing... Shizune, what are you doing running around the streets like this? You know it's dangerous for you," she asks, showing concern. It's so real that if I hadn't seen her drugging my food, I would've never noticed and thought it was just my own paranoia.

"So, shall we go to your place? I think you need some help," she says in an altruistic and worried tone, but to me, who knows the truth, it seems like she's smoothly inserting herself into my home, pretending she just wants to help me.

"Th-Thank you, I-I do need it." I don't know why she was here, and I think she came after me, but at least I can pretend I don't know anything.

'I need to get rid of this bag...' I stashed the bag with the blue powder in my pocket. It would be bad if she found it somehow. She supports me as we head to my house.

Although being in her presence is calming, it's also disturbing because I know what she's doing to me, but I don't understand why.

Why has she been drugging this body for years? She's my friend and technically the person who loves me, so why did she use this dangerous thing that caused all these side effects in me?

As she guides me to my house, being careful with me since I just had a panic attack, I think about it.

What is this curse, really? If she loves me, why is she doing this to me? Why leave me mentally dependent on her? Why plan it so meticulously?

'W-Wait... s-something's wrong... w-why did she put that drug in my food so carelessly...' Back then in the kitchen, she was humming while putting the drug in my food.

But why did she do it so sloppily, knowing I was home and could wake up and see her doing it?

She's been so meticulous and able to drug this body for years, yet she committed such a blunder? What if she actually suspects that I suspect her and was testing me?

What if she knows something is wrong and is testing me to see how much I know? What if she never actually went to school and was just waiting for me to leave the house to follow me.

"What's wrong, Shizune? You look so pale." Himari's gentle smile now seems terrifying to me. I don't know if it's just paranoia or if I'm really being tested.

'I-If she knows that I know she's drugging me, if I told her I wouldn't do anything, if I said I wouldn't report her to the police and try to talk to her peacefully, would she accept it?' I'm afraid of dying.

The point is, there's no incongruity in my current behavior with how Himari knows me. I realized that my mannerisms, general abilities, and mentality fit this world.

In other words, I am Shizune, and in no way am I different from the Shizune that Himari knows. What she probably noticed was my discomfort with the environment.

She must have noticed these little things. She probably knows me absurdly well and knows that something is bothering me.

"H-Himari... can we talk?" I ask her, trying to hide my fear.

"Of course we can, Shizune, but let's wait until we get home, okay?" I nod as we walk, and after a few minutes, we arrive at my house.

I take a deep breath and go inside.

"Shizune, can we talk after I make us something to eat?" I nod. I think this is also a test she might want to see if I'll eat it.

So the right answer is to eat and show that I won't do anything, although being drugged scares me. I think the prospect of dying scares me even more.

While she goes to the kitchen, I go to my room and start researching on the internet about these things about love, obsession, and what leads a person to drug the one they love.

'Yandere...' The internet gives me this result, and I start reading the page.

[A yandere is someone whose personality combines an intense and devoted love with obsessive, possessive, and often extreme or violent behaviors. At first, this person may seem only very passionate and affectionate, but as the feelings deepen, they can transform into a morbid need for control, where the idea of losing the beloved leads to irrational actions. These behaviors can include uncontrolled jealousy, threats, and even extreme acts to eliminate anything or anyone seen as a threat to the relationship.]

"Th-This... fits Himari..." Not everything happened, but it's a fact that the way she's always here for me is reminiscent of this, in addition to the fact that she's been drugging me and making me dependent on her.

'Is Himari a yandere?... w-wait... an uncontrollable love... does that mean... i-in all the worlds, a yandere falls in love with me?' I feel shivers and hopelessness at this.

I'm not sure if I'm really right, but considering that this is a love I can't control, it makes sense to assume that's the correct answer.

'So my only options are to be trapped in a jealous, obsessive, and toxic relationship to the point of being unhealthy, or to be killed by the person who loves me? What kind of options are these... i-isn't this too heavy a punishment for a betrayal?'It seems extremely unfair, I betrayed Sayuri and I understand that she's angry, but isn't that too heavy a punishment? 

'Wait, if Himari is a yandere trying to control me... w-what guarantees that my phone hasn't been bugged? And what guarantees that there aren't cameras around the house?... w-what if... Himari is planning to kill me right now, using the excuse of making food.'

"!!!" I've always been good at deduction, and it seems Shizune is too, but being good at deducing things along with this paranoia only gives me more fear.

'I NEED TO ESCAPE RIGHT NOW' I run to the door, only to stop when I see a shadow under the door.

"Shizune, the food is ready. Could you open the door?"

"H-Himari, I-I'm changing clothes. Could you wait a bit?" I need to escape. I doubt I can have a normal conversation with Himari.

'P-Police... I'll call the police and wait.' I grab my phone to try and dial.

"Access denied? H-How? I just used it, how can it be denied?" I try to mess with it, but there's a password, even though there wasn't one before.

"Shizune, please open the door?" Himari's voice through the door is calm and composed, but to me, it sounds dangerous.

'She has some app to control my phone... s-she's always known... s-she's going to kill me.'

"H-Himari, w-we can't talk, I-I swear I won't do anything."

"...Shizune, why did you go through my bag?" Her gentle tone from before is gone, replaced by a cold voice that gives me chills.

'S-She's always known?... s-he's always had control over everything...' I don't know how far, but if she knows even this, she probably knows everything.

"H-Himari, I-I can explain."

"Explain what, Shizune? That you went and took something from my bag? That you went to a pharmacy and researched what you found? That you researched it on the internet?" She makes it clear that she knows everything.

"You talk about explaining, but tell me, how can you explain your desperation to call someone? Was it the police you were going to call? You were going to report me, weren't you? What do you want to explain to me after doing that?" Her voice becomes more terrifying with each word.

'S-She won't want to listen to me...'

"Shizune... I love you, which is why I hope you don't hate me for this, but don't worry, I'll be with you soon." She says something I don't understand.

Vrum-vrum

VUURRRR-VRRRR

I hear a strange sound, like an engine, but not a car engine it's smaller and more compact.

'A-A CHAINSAW?' The sound is clearly that of a chainsaw. I don't know why she has one or how she got it, but the sound alone fills me with fear.

Bzzzzt Bzzzzt BZZZZT

I hear the sound of wood being cut as I see the wooden door being sawed through by the chainsaw.

I'm paralyzed with fear as she cuts through the door.

"H-Himari, p-please wait, let's talk, p-please don't kill me," I say desperately, crying as I back away. The door quickly gives way to the power of the chainsaw.

"Shizune, you don't need to cry. Soon, I'll be with you," she says, running towards me while swinging the chainsaw. I barely dodge, falling to the ground, and then start crawling, trying to get away from her. I get up and run towards the door, thinking I can escape.

But the cruel reality shows itself. I stop right by the door, a strange sensation in my abdomen making me look down.

I see the blade of the chainsaw that has pierced my body. I see the blood flowing as the tears fall. It hurts so much, yet I feel strange.

It's warm... but it quickly turns cold as the blood pours out in large quantities. She pulls the chainsaw back, and I touch the hole, my hands covered in blood. The despair on my face is palpable.

My body soon collapses to the ground. I feel like the world around me is gradually fading as I feel the cold.

'It hurts... it hurts so much... i-it's cold... someone... h-help.' I can't speak because of the blood coming out of my mouth. Beneath me, a pool of blood forms. I can only feel the pain and the cold as my vision darkens.

And so, my life in this world ends, killed by a chainsaw in the middle of a pool of my own blood.