I woke up to a knocking at my door, I opened it to see Akira fully dressed, with her bag in hand. "Huh? Why are you dressed?" "We're late for class, Kenji. Look at the time." She pointed at the digital clock on the wall in the hallway. 9:29. "We were meant to be in class an hour and a half ago." She added. She grabbed my hand and placed me on her bike, speeding to school. I clutched the seat handle due to the eighty miles per hour she was going. We finally arrived to school and ran to the classroom, but nobody was there. Akira sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall. I sat beside her in an act of comfort. "I'm sorry, I can never get anything right these days.." She spoke quietly. My heart ached to see her in this sad state. I hugged her tightly, and she started softly crying in my arms. Her weeps were soft and quiet as she buried her face in my shoulder. I could do nothing other than hold her tightly and be there for her. Haru walked in, sneering. "Oh my god! The freak is crying for the first time!" He laughed. I let go of her as I felt her reaching for something in her pocket. She charged at him, tackling him to the ground and slamming his head against the floor as she did. She unsheathed her knife and held it against his neck. He started whimpering and crying, begging for mercy. "Please don't kill me, Akira! I have a lot to live for! I'm only a child!" He pleaded. I got a look at her face, it was empty, emotionless, dull. No sign of mercy in her eyes. She grabbed his shirt collar with one hand and slammed his head into the wall again. Then, she held his head down as she kept petrifying him with the knife. "PLEASE, Akira! Think about what you're doing!" "I don't see why I should let you live another day. You've hurt others just like me. The damage you've done to them is irreparable." She stood up, pinning him down with her foot on his chest as she stabbed him in the thigh. He screamed utterly, clutching his thigh tightly, rolling over on his side and curling up into a ball. He sucked the air through his teeth, sobbing. She clutched her knife tightly as she put it back in its sheath. "Holy shit, Akira, what did you do?" I whispered. She didn't reply, she only walked away, clutching her fists tightly. I searched the entire school for her, and I eventually found her on the rooftop, sat on the bench, looking empty. I ran up to her and hugged her tightly, but she didn't hug back. I loosened my grip to look at her, but the only thing I saw in the moment was her face and her arms. Her arms were covered in bandages and casts, one of the casts had Yuki's signature on it. I started to sob, hugging her tightly. She placed her hands on my shoulders, lifting my head off her shoulder as she wiped my tears. She kissed me softly, her lips feeling like butter on my cheek. She was delicate. "Please stop crying, Kenji. You'll be alright." She comforted me softly, sliding her hands down my shoulder and grabbing my hand. "Come on, let's go home." She rode me back to the metal building. "Ah~ holding hands, hm?" Yuki greeted us from around the corner, smirking. "Why don't the both of you go in Kenjis room? I'm sure you both will have fun together." She suggested with a sexual undertone.
