Murder on the Dance Floor [K. Saiki]

4. A Gaggle of Clowns and A Cult Leader

AUTHORS NOTE: I want to create the MC to be however you'd like to envision her but there are a few things that I've made canon about her.. one of those things is that she's 5'7". Also, in some instances she will be described to be curvy, yet I'll try not to go into detail about that.

I'd like to say the timeline of this fic won't match the one of the actual story. Just for plot convenience of course.

Please enjoy the chapter!!

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To say you were lost would be a huge understatement at the moment.

The heels of your shoes clicked to the ground in tandem with each passing step you made; that very sound being the only thing breaking out into the deafening silence. [Eye color] eyes drawn towards the beautiful scenery locked behind glass panes you passed by rather than the plain gray and white walls akin to a prison surrounding you.

Gaze lingering at how the wind combed through the bushes and such used as mere decorations to give the academy a more lively feeling from the outside swayed ever so slightly you longed to feel it instead of being inside of a musty ass school. The smell in itself wasn't too bad- barely noticeable- but from time to time you'd get hit in the face with nasty teenager odor.

Just as if it was summoned by being thought about you were hit with the odor again and you involuntarily scrunched your nose in distaste. With a hiss of air being sucked in between your teeth you let out a defeated sigh before slumping over.

"First day at school and I'm already lost. What a wonderful first impression I'm setting for myself," You huffed out as you spoke to yourself.

Hands going to rest on your hips as you stood idly in one of the many identical hallways you've gone through now. Feeling every last bit of hope draining from your soul you only perked back up at the sound of unfamiliar voices echoing out in the distance.

Almost immediately this had baited your attention, and you absentmindedly began to make your way in the direction of where they were coming from.

With your own logic you assumed that there may be a teacher accompanying the others you heard- or perhaps all of them were in some way familiar enough with the school to be able to shoot you in the right direction you could go. Not wanting to waste a chance that might lead to you actually getting to your class you sped up in anticipation.

Turning on your heel sharply you focused intently on the words they were speaking out to one another and soon deemed none of them to be anyone professional, more than likely just ordinary students that wanted to skip out of class. Which, you didn't care about that minor detail as long as you could eventually get to your own.

The material of your skirt caused it to sway ever so slightly as you walked with a newfound purpose, but you didn't mind it too much as long as it wouldn't show anything you weren't positively comfortable with anyone else getting a glimpse of. Even if they were able to sneak a peek, you'd make sure to beat their ass hard enough to where their perverted luck was counteracted by the absolute hell you were willing to put them through.

"Now everyone's gonna think that Nendou and I are in love..." A guy's voice wailed out meekly as you came close to a room that read out 'nurses office' plastered on a small sign above the doorway.

"I guarantee no one's going to think that," Another voice chimed, this one more monotone and relaxed compared to the other two.

"Hey Saiki, you'd better not tell anyone I was faking!"

With a satisfying click as your shoes heel made contact with the floor once more you peered into the room cautiously, giving the three figures inside of it a quick glance over. Studying the situation portrayed to you in black and white in the moment you blinked once before slinking your full body into view that was originally hidden behind the exterior wall.