Chapter 1- Bus ride

Every individual has something they want to hide, a secret that helps define who they really are. But what happens when that secret takes full control, leaving behind the person you once knew? Will you lose your identity or emerge as someone stronger and more resilient?

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Yuuichi POV

I sat on the bus, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, I was looking forward to the campus life and all the opportunities it would bring me. But on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a little disgusted by those who would try to manipulate me. I yearned to become a master manipulator, a devil among humans.

I looked around the bus and spotted my old friend Kiyotaka a few seats away. He was also looking at me, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of showing any surprise.

Suddenly, the bus stopped and the door opened to let in new passengers. Men, women, and children, including many students and office workers, filed onto the bus. But the most noticeable was an elderly lady who stumbled onto the bus as if she were about to fall at any moment.

The other students on the bus watched with concern, afraid that the old woman might fall and cause a scene. But the people in the seats didn't want to give up their spots or cause any trouble.

Without hesitation, I stood up and spoke up before the elderly woman could find a seat. "Please, have a seat here," I said, offering her my spot.

As I spoke, I could feel the sharp gazes of the other passengers on me, especially from the black-haired and blond-haired individuals, and some of the adults. Kiyotaka looked at me curiously, wondering what I was up to. I could hear whispers from the other passengers, asking who I was and remarking on my bravery.

"Thank you, young man," the elderly woman said gratefully.

"I apologize for bothering you, young classmate. I am old and cannot stand for long," she continued.

The old woman suddenly looked at me and thanked me with a small smile. She staggered to the seat in front of me and sat down.

"Thank you again," I said politely, my expression flat.

After giving up my seat, I stepped away and stood a little further back. It was just a trivial matter.

As I was looking for a place to stand, a cute and cheerful girl with short blonde hair approached me. She was a few sizes larger than the other students in our class, and her presence had a terrifying sense of oppression.

"I'm Kushida Kikyo, a new student this year. Please give me some advice," she said, smiling sweetly.

As she approached, I could feel her scrutinizing gaze on me. Being approached by a sweet girl was probably one of the many fantasies of high school students, especially someone like her with an angelic face and a devilish figure. But I couldn't help but feel disgusted by her facade.

"I'm Yuuichi Katagiri, a new student. Ah, Kushida-san, please give me some advice too," I replied, pretending to be friendly.

I had to play the part of a naive new student. I knew that to get what I wanted, I had to play the game, and that meant pretending to be someone I wasn't.

Kushida-san continued to chat with me, searching for topics and greeting me warmly. Her cute and sexy demeanor made me want to vomit, but I played along, replying word for word. It was like a twisted love game. Well, to be honest I'm so damn bored.

Kushida seemed to take notice of my discomfort and quickly changed the subject. "So, Katagiri kun, what are your hobbies? I love baking and listening to music."

I paused for a moment, considering how to answer. I didn't really have any hobbies that I could share with her, and even if I did, I didn't feel like sharing them with someone who was trying to manipulate me. But I couldn't let on that I was suspicious of her, so I had to come up with something.

"I like to read and play sports," I replied, keeping my voice casual.

"Oh, that's cool!" Kushida said, seeming genuinely interested. "What kind of books do you like to read?"

"I enjoy reading mystery and thriller novels," I said. "What about you?"

"I like to read romance novels," she said with a smile. "I'm a hopeless romantic."

I felt a twinge of disgust at her answer. I couldn't understand why anyone would waste their time reading about something as trivial as love. But I didn't let my true feelings show, instead choosing to nod politely.

"What about food?" Kushida asked. "Do you have a favorite dish?"

"I like sushi," I replied. "What about you?"

"I love sweets," she said with a giggle. "Especially cake and ice cream."

I made a mental note of her answer, thinking that it might come in handy later on. If I wanted to manipulate her, I could use her love of sweets to my advantage.

The conversation continued for a few more minutes before Kushida excused herself, saying that she needed to find her seat. As she walked away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. I didn't trust her, and I didn't want to be friends with someone who was so obviously manipulative, although I might use it as my puppet.

As the bus ride continued, I couldn't help but feel disgusted by the other passengers around me. They were so weak, so easy to manipulate.

I wondered if there was anyone else on this bus who was like me, someone who was not afraid to show their true nature. Someone who was not afraid to manipulate and step on others to get what they wanted.

As the bus continued on its journey, I couldn't shake off this feeling of restlessness. Something told me that this was just the beginning of a long and twisted journey, one where the lines between good and evil would blur and everyone would be forced to choose a side.

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I'm just starting to write, so sorry if there are many mistakes, and shortcomings in my story.

English is not my first language, I made this with the help of chatgpt