On Death Row [A Jibaku Shounen Hanako-Kun Fanfic]

Beggining of The Chain

The moonlight double-crossed the rozzers in their blue tutus, uncovering their camouflage in the bushes. "Trust the betrayer for true sight." [Name] whispered threateningly, licking the dead skin off the corner of her mouth. She dived down from the tree branch, landing on the officer's back and locking her slender legs around his waist. He grunted in surprise but was silenced through the classic, trusted trick of a mouthfold down the throat. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed a pistol against his skull. She grinned like a chesire cat, with half lidded eyes. "Before starting a chase, you might want to figure whether you are the hunter... Or the prey."  She suggested before pulling the trigger, nonchalantly, and staining her uniform with new blood.

She gazed across the woods, spotting another victim staring back at her with doubt in his eyes and fear in his heart. His weapon slipped through his fingers and he stumbled backwards, mumbling incoherent sentences to himself while attempting to retreat. [Name] returned a malicious smirk and stepped forward with unparrarelled boldness. "Aha.. The taste of coward!" She teased, running her tongue through her fingers. The officer picked up his feet and tried to escape. The girl's orbs flickered with excitement. "Dance for me!" She exclaimed, firing one shot after the other with a maniacal laughter. The man avoided the first five but met his demise with the sixth and seventh bullet. He plummeted to the ground in agony before a headshot put him out of his misery. [Name] pulled the pistol up to her lips, blowing off the smoke above the barrel. "Nice footwork, but insufficient for a duet. See you in hell." She stated, unamused. She covered herself in the veil of night and strayed through the forest, abandoning the scene.

She halted in front of  a moldy wall, with paint dryer than the desert. "Yuck.. This is less sanitary than the jail's restroom.." She grimmaced and scouted the area. She followed a trail that lead to the front of the building. She figured this was probably an old school, judging from the entrance and the bulletin board having not been updated in forever. Oddly enough, there was no locket, although the doors were locked. She kicked the door aggressively and it flew open with a bang. Terrible, moisty environment but hey, beggers can't be choosers. She considered herself lucky to have found a place to spend the night, even if she had to tolerate a less-than-luxurious hotel.

She explored the hallways and peered through the curtains of the old classrooms. There were still papers scattered all over the floors and scribbled rubbish all over the board. Out of curiosity, she picked up one of the papers and skimmed through it, immediately regretting her decision. "Ugh... Math. How torturous..." She commented shivering. She folded the test into a paper plane and threw it across the room. "Zwoom." She mimicked a sound effect and carried on with her search.

She'd gotten through the 1st two levels and was climbing up to the 3rd floor. This little adventure felt like a point-and-click game with checkpoints. "Where's the final boss already?" She murmured to herself, scanning the area. Nothing notable here, aside from the female bathroom in the corner. She shrugged her shoulders. "I mean... Since it's here, I might as well make use of it." She contemplated for a while before entering. The door seemed ready to collapse but, aside from that, this room was kept in great condition. Unsettling. "Uh...Huh... So, you're telling me the rest of this place looks like it's about to crumble, but the girl's restroom looks like it was made for an ad. Not suspicious at all..." [Name] eyed the area dubiously. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she clicked her tongue and figured it was probably just her paranoia acting up again. She skipped over to the first stall and peeped inside it, only to find a broken toilet. "Oh.. Well, shit. Literally." She moved over to the second one, exact same deal.

She approached the third stall and noticed something uncanny. "It's... Locked? From the inside?" She questioned out loud. Curious... She snickered to herself and knocked on the door three times in a humorous manner. "Hey, I don't mean to pry Miss Phantom, but you've been doing your business in there for like... Half a century? Mind giving me a turn?" [Name] joked with a confident grin on her face.

"It's Mr. Phantom!", a voice whined from behind her and her eyes shot out of her skull as she jumped. "S-s-s-s-son of a..." She stummered, trying to catch her breath from the jumpscare. She looked back at the intruder to find an oddly dressed, dark haired boy sporting a hat and a frown on his face.  "What the... Where the fuck did you come from?" [Name] asked, recovering from her stun slowly. The guy tilted his head to the side in visible confusion, still afloat. "Uh..The toilet? What'cha mean? You summoned me." He stated with a grin. "I..did?" [Name] questioned. "Of course, silly! Why else would I be here?" The boy replied with an energetic giggle. "Oh... Uh... My bad, I guess.. You're free to go back to your, uh, demon realm or whatever." She responded, scratching the back of her skull in discomfort. The boy pouted and shook his arms frantically in denial. "No, that's not fair! I just got here! And I'm no demon, I'm a ghost! Hanako-san of the toilet, pleased to meet you!" Hanako greeted, flipping his hat. "Ghost? Hah, sure buddy. The name's... Uh... [Fake Name]." She retorted and attempted to conceal her identity, in case he'd caught up with the news and recognized her. He gave her a disapproving smirk. "Don't even try it, loli. Ya have no reason to hide your name from me, [(Real) Name]! I won't hurt 'cha!" Hanako reassured making her flinch. "So you know me, eh?" She murmured not expecting an answer. He just nodded and return a warm smile. "Well, it was nice while it lasted." [Name] shrugged and aimed her pistol in between his eyes. "Woah, buddy-ol-pal, take it easy! No need to get hostile! Besides, ya can't exactly kill me twice, so I'd put that down if I were you!" Hanako informed, waving his arms defensively, as a droplet of sweat run down his forehead. "Ya  know, ya sure are talkative for a soon-to-be dead bitch kebab." She claimed, reloading the gun. He sighed, slamming his head on the barrel, only to phase through it and get back in his original position, leaving ler speechless. "..." "I told ya, punch a ghost and see what happens!" He exclaimed with a playful giggle. "Alright, alright undead Nancy, what do you want?" She asked, lowering the pistol and tucking it back in its slot. "This isn't about what I want, it's about what you want." He chirped happily. "What I want?..." She raised an eyebrow. "Yes! Haven't you heard the rumors? If you knock three times on the 3rd stall of the female toilet, Hanako-san will grant you a wish!" He stated throwing his hands in the air dramatically. He was really animated, for a ghost.. He pulled out a notepad and shot her an intense stare, awaiting for directions.

"A wish, ey?... I never thought of that.. Hm..." She wondered for a little. "Oh! How about you help me turn the tides on my sentence? Instead of them executing me, I get to put them on death row!" She claimed with a determined expression, which Hanako mimicked. "Woooh, mischievous... I like it! Much more fun than helping some losers get better grades or something.." He nodded in approval and gave a thumbs up. "But wishes come at a price, [Name]." He reminded, a malicious grin masked his usual, friendly one. "Yeah, I figured. What type of price are we talkin' about?" She asked. She guessed it would probably be a life-changing decision, but she didn't have much of it left anyway, so the risk was worth it. "Oh, nothing special... Just some, 'personal labour'.." He responded with an impure smirk. Both her eyebrows lifted in unision and she crossed her arms. "How... Bold." She commented, slightly on edge. He licked his teeth with an eerie giggle. "... Like helping me with cleaning and other stuff, like a little assistant!" He continued and his expression shifted as he faked innocence. "Uh-huh... " [Name] responded, giving him a look of distrust, as she scanned him up and down cynically.  "Oh... [Name], you were thinking of something naughty, weren't you?" He teased, grinning. "Tch, come on, Hanako-kun. Choose better wording next time, or else I might get the wrong idea." She scolded with a hint of sarcasm. He murmured something under his breath and disappeared for a moment. [Name] donated a puzzled look to the lonerwolf foundation, before he reappeared behind her with a bucket and a mop.

"Let's get to work, [Name]!"