Special 4 ayano

Prolouge

A/N: taro become stronger and he's not a loner anymore so yeH. Don't hate. Haters gonna hate hate hate

Screams of shock and terror filled the halls of the seemingly peaceful Akademi High School. While the soft pink flower petals fell gracefully from the full Sakura trees outside in the front of the building, the inside had another scene playing out in the form of a tragedy.

"Oh my god!," one of the male students shrieked in the doorway of a classroom. Other students were gathering in groups of two or three, curious of what the commotion was about.

"Everybody get back! Move aside please," the teacher with a high side bun approached the crowded area, shoving some of the teens out of her walk way to investigate the situation.

"Kaho Sensei!," messy, dark blue haired teacher's pet Shin Higaku called to said teacher, then he pointed forward past the people, "She's in there..."

In the right direction, the calm teacher slowly took cautionary steps towards the location of the situation, noting on the floor were track marks and slightly smeared footprints leading away from the class.

"Is that? Blood?," she thought, nervously silent.

She proceeded to push pass the students who were whispering and shivering in fear, overwhelmed from the sight of what lied inside the room. No one else dared to enter the scene bravely. Some of the guys were squemish and couldn't look long enough, and the girls were shaky and tearing up. As Kaho got closer to the doorway, a sense of great disbelief surged through her body, as she laid eyes on what was wrong.

"N-No. It can't be...," she stuttered, lips quivered uncontrollably.

There lied the lifeless bodies of two female students, covered and soaked in a giant pool of their own blood.

A few desks were tossed on their sides, chairs flipped and damaged, blood was scattered across the walls of the room. There were even single strands of hair lying in the scarlet puddle. Kaho ran to their side to check their pulses immediately, in hopes they were still alive. One girl was face down into the floor, while the other was on her left side, almost facing the chalkboard. She began feeling for a pulse on the pink haired girl who was on her side, gripping her wrist and pressing her fingers against her neck. The skin was cold; no natural warm coming from her. Kaho couldn't feel a heartbeat from any of the spots she tried, confirming she was indeed, deceased.

What struck her the most, was the recognition of the two (now messy) curly pigtails she had fixed for her hair. That's when she carefully tilted her face into view, staring down at those dark vacant purple eyes. She gasped silently and her eyes grew even wider.

"N-Noo... K-...K-Kokona...-chan ga?!," Kaho shook in her bloodstained heels, a couple of tears building up in the corners of her eyes.

Kokona Haruka was one of her students and had been very concerned about her recently, due to her acting somewhat depressed and sad. She never would say what it was that was bothering her so much because she felt so ashamed and kept it to herself. Now, seeing her like this, dead. It was like a jab in the chest, because Kaho felt like she could've done something to help, but how could she? It didn't appear to be a suicide, so she couldn't completely blame herself, but it didn't matter the circumstance. She was a teacher who strongly cared about each and every one of her students, so it hurt more to her than anyone would ever think.

"Stop this Ayano! Put the kinife down!," a bandana wearing Martial Arts co-member Taro Yamada held onto the wrists and arms of the perpetrator, in an ongoing struggle that could mean life or death for the both of them. He was clearly overpowering her, but alas, she had some strength to hold herself against him.

"You need to stop interferring Taro!," the short black ponytailed girl, Ayano Aishi spat back at his face, wieilding the murder weapon stained with the blood of the victims on the other side of the school.

The knife shook in her hand, dripping blood around as he tried to hold her down or knock it out of her tight grip, avoiding the chance of getting stabbed by her and getting away. Ayano was covered in splotches of crimson liquid, soaking through her school unifrom and onto her soft pale skin. Her eyes were dark, light two blackholes were peering towards the boy viciously. He was certain that if he made one wrong move, he would be next on the death list. He had to be strong and apprehend her soon, before she got away and claimed any other people.

"Listen to me! I don't understand why you need to kill to get what you want! It's inhumane."

"Well I'm not like other people! They were getting in the way and I had to take them out. And if you don't let me go, I will make sure to kill you too!"

"Stop it! You are better than this Ayano! You're more human than you think!"

"Let go Taro, bitch!"

"Snap out of it! AYANO!"

"JUST SHUT UP!," she freed herself from his strong grip and backed up a bit, only to launch her body towards him and aimed the knife in the air, preparing to stab him in a flash.