Don't Blame Yourself (Yoshiki x Ayumi Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: More Bitter Than Sweet

This takes place after Naomi, Satoshi, Yuka, Ayumi, and Yoshiki get back from Heavenly Host.

Hopefully I write more then a part in this before going onto another story once again. xD

Ayumi Shinozaki's P.O.V

I groan softly as everything went black. Had we failed? Were we stuck in this cursed school forever?! Oh no... did I mess up again? No... Mochida... Little Mochida-chan... Nakashima... Kishinuma... Please, God, I can't fail again!

I open my eyes as soon as soon as I have the strength to, and the vision before my eyes makes my heart leap with joy. We're back in our classroom! The sun shines brilliantly through the glass windows, the desks are moved to the side like we left them, and around me are my friends... Some of them, anyways. Mayu-chan, Morishige, Ms. Yui, and Shinohara are not here with us.

Then I realize I'm laying on a currently unconscious Kishinuma, and quickly scamper off. If he woke up like that... I almost threw up in my mouth. I glance around, making sure everyone is here and not injured. Sadly, Nakashima stil has the bandages around her ankle, and Mochida-chan is bleeding all over Mochida's white shirt. But that's not all that bothers me.

Mochida is hugging onto Nakashima and Yuka for dear life. Mostly Nakashima. I bite my tongue so I don't start screaming. But it just muffles it. Heavy guilt seems to hang behind me like a shadow. I'm the one who suggested the charm, and now four of my friends are dead because I made them do it. I even saw Mayu's corpse, watched Ms. Yui fall into a pit, and Morishige on the ground outside the window.

"S-Shinozaki?" A voice asks me, and I quickly turn around, and fall on my bottom in surprise. Kishinuma seems to have waken up, but his head is badly bruised and bleeding. When we came back to Kisargi, the wound must have reopened. He didn't look affected, though, to my relief. He glanced around and grinned happily.

"Yeah... we're back..." I faked a smile. He saw right through it, though.

"Aren't you glad? We're finally out of that demonic hellhole." He asked, a bit angrily.

"Mayu-chan, Ms. Yui, Shinohara, and Morishige died. They're not here, so of COURSE I'm sad! Stop thinking about yourself for once!" I snapped. He didn't answer, looking away. I heard a groan and a murmur from behind me.

"Mmph... Onii-chan?" Mochida-chan asked, gripping onto her brother. Nakashima had woken up, and she blushed a dark red as she forced herself out of Mochida's arms. It took all my will not to start yelling at her. I shook those thoughts out of my head. What was wrong with me? The school must've took it's toll.

Mochida was still unconscious, and I couldn't even tell if he was breathing or not... If he had died too...

Then I realized what was wrong.

Mochida-chan choking his damned neck!

"Mochida-chan... Get off of Mochida... You're hurting him." Nakashima cooed softly. The girl yelped and quickly got off of him. His chest starting moving up and down in shallow breaths. I sighed of relief.

Kishinuma walked to Mochida, and gave him a light kick to the side. Nakashima and I gave him death glares. If we could shoot daggers with our eyes, he would have been dead... Goddammit, I need to stop thinking like this!

"AH!" Mochida yelped, quickly moving away from Kishinuma. He laughed, as he realized who had kicked him. He took Kishinuma's wrist, and pulled himself up. I guess Kishinuma isn't as selfish as I thought... I remembered when we were inside the school, and I fell in... He gave me his warm jacket, and had carried me until I could walk again. I caught myself smiling happily, and stopped it.

"You should really wake up earlier. You almost looked dead." Kishinuma laughed.

"A-Are you okay, Onii-chan? Yuka is sorry for wrapping her arms around your neck..." She looked down, sniffling. So adorable.

"Yeah, Yuka, I'm okay. Just don't hug so tight, okay?" He softly accepted her apology. Mochida was so kind... And cute!

"So, we're back... Only us..." Nakashima whispered. "If only... I hadn't... Said those awful thinks to Seiko... She'd be alive..." She broke into tears. Mochida hugged her, and I gave a low growl. I told her not to get close to him...

"It's okay, Nakashima. Here, I'll walk you home today. From the looks of it, schools about to start." He comforted her, and she put her face in his chest. She probably didn't notice, and was just doing what she thought was right. And Mochida was being nice. Yeah...

Deep down... I knew I didn't stand a chance next to Nakashima. Mochida liked her too, and she liked him back. They were the perfect couple, a match made in heaven, etc. But a girl can dream, right?

"Yuka, you're bleeding!" Mochida let go of Nakashima and pressed his hand to the middle of the giant red spot on her blue smock. She must have been trying to be strong, since her brother was here. I looked around for something to bandage it with. But there was nothing. Ms. Yui's kleenex was nowhere to be seen... weird.

Kishinuma took off his jacket, and handed it to Mochida. He mumbled "I can just wash it..." as Mochida grabbed it and wrapped it around Mochida-chan's waist.

"Thanks, Yoshiki-san." Mochida-chan bowed. He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled.

"Great! You guys are here to fix the classroom!" A unfamiliar voice... a male voice... exclaimed. I turned to the door... to see...

Mr. Shishido. I read his name tag. Ms. Yui wasn't married...

"Who're you?" Kishinuma asked. I kicked his leg harshly. He shouldn't be so mean to others.

"Uh... Your teacher's assistant...?" Mr. Shishido stated it like it should be obvious. Everyone's eyes widened. They knew... They had figured it out.

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School had ended. A dreadful day at school had finally ended. Kishinuma had to carry his jacket around so he didn't stain his shirt. Mochida-chan and Nakashima were sent to the nurses office to be taken care of. Mochida is waiting for his sister and Nakashima to done so he can walk home with them. I'm too scared to walk alone home...

"I'll walk with you, if you'd like." Kishinuma had offered. I couldn't even stop the 'yes' from flying out of my mouth. I felt... odd... ever since this morning.

And now him and I are walking down the road. He walked this way, anyway, or so he had told me... but I had always seen him go the other way...