Silhouette of a Wilted Flower

If this damn shadow thought he could get away with everything he just did

This chapter was written by Ayulshhii!

I edited and provided an outline of this chapter.

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A head of soft, fluffy hair shifted in Omori's arms.

Out of all the things that are here. It just HAS TO BE-

"Oh my, my, how bold of you."

Stranger's sardonic voice sent rage surging through Omori.

He pushed away the head of very soft, very fluffy hair as hard as he could.

"Get away from me!" Omori screamed.

The power of his shove sent them both soaring to opposite ends of the train.

Grabbing out wildly, Omori snatched onto a seat while Stranger had stopped his flight by smashing into the train wall.

Omori's face was burning from his furious anger, only anger, and nothing else.

What was going on?! The train was empty now except for him and Stranger, his friends nowhere to be seen. Furthermore, a glimpse at the window confirmed that they still were plunging deeper into black nothingness. The contents of his stomach were tumbling around, adding to growing nausea.

He's responsible for this, isn't he?! Omori shifted his furious gaze from the window to the Shadow boy.

Unhurt from his collision into the wall, Stranger had made his way to the window and was staring out curiously.

"You!" Omori snarled, his voice dripping with violent fury. "This is your fault, isn't it?!"

Searching for his knife, Omori located it drifting in the air a few feet from himself. Snatching it up, he whirled around and held the blade at Stranger's neck.

Resisting the urge to plunge it right into Stranger's throat, Omori repeated himself.

"What. Did. You. Do?" Omori spat.

The Shadow boy glanced at the blade unconcerned, a smirk on his lips. "I didn't do anything. By the way, you should probably sit down."

Stranger settled himself in his seat and gripped the edges.

"You're about to get splat across the floor."

Before Omori could snap a response, the train made brutal contact with the ground.

An ear-splitting, resounding boom shook Omori's eardrums as the front part of the train was smashed into pieces.

Omori was thrown off his feet, and he braced himself to hit the floor.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Omori felt his skull connect with something hard.

Pain exploded through his head, stars danced in his vision, then everything went black.

Floating in a world of dizzying, fuzzy darkness, Omori felt a warm hand move him.

Searching soft fingers ran through the back of his head. The fingers had a soothing effect on his skull, and the pain started to ease a little.

Opening his eyes, he saw an undefined figure's head hovering above him. Everything spun and danced, but Omori could recognize that fluffy hair from anywhere.

Basil?

Closing and opening his eyes again, the world started to focus, and Omori found himself staring right into the bright eyes of Stranger as he crouched over him. Jumping upright, Omori twisted wildly, looking for his knife.