Walking down the corridors, the normal, pissed, enforcer trudges through, stopping at each crossroad before scanning the area.
Other students, don't even dare think of even questioning her, let alone actually speak. So they quietly carry on with their lunch, and pretend that nothing but a gust of wind went past.
Shiromi on the other hand, strolls up to the taller girl, not even flinching or feeling any fear, as aoi spots her and grimaces.
"Ah, the blueberry herself." Shiromi declares, as aoi doesn't even acknowledge the nickname, knowing she can't beat the crap out of the shorter girl without causing a scene.
Shiromi's smirk grows wider, as she playfully taps aois shoulder, stopping her by class 2:1. Bracing herself, aoi swiftly moves and steps back, hating the close proximity of the bane of her existence.
"Aw, stop being so mean!" Shiromi pouts, knowing she's getting underneath aois skin easily. But, yet again, aoi dismisses the approach, and walks away again, close to knocking someone out, and leaving them with a bloodied face.
Continuing, aoi walks away, as shiromi slyly follows, waiting for a good moment to strike.
But, a sudden sharp pain haults her, as if a bullet went into her chest and the shrapnel buries deep. Aoi doesn't notice, and walks up the stairs, her bad posture disappearing from sight.
Some other students look puzzled at shiromi, some curious, or confused, others not really caring.
Shiromi on the other hand, staggers slightly, grabbing the base of her scarf and holding it tightly. Trying not to cause this kind of scene, she slowly staggers to the closest bathroom, and falls in, on her hands and knees, just besides the entrance.
Grasping the little energy she can muster, she clings onto a sink, and starts the same process again, the fountain of blood escaping her lungs, followed by the same, pink petals, however, the bloods amount has decreased, and the petals fall faster, with such a high quantity.
Heh, well then. This isn't something you see everyday. She jokes, not caring its a life threatening situation. She tries to giggle at her own joke, but only gets a burning, tearing sensation, as if her lungs are seared and being pulled from the inside out.
Coughing again, the sink remains covered by the petals, as if it's merely a bunch of flowers, tainted by the crimson liquid.
Luckily, I still have around 15 minutes until same old boring lesson. She collects herself, and drains the sink of the blood, before pausing, grabbing a handful of the petals. Curious, she doesn't move, brushing her thumb over the collection, feeling they are petals, the texture almost smooth, yet slightly rough.
Glancing around, she grabs the handful tightly, and tosses them into a toilet, better than clogging the sink with them.
Collecting the remains, she cleans the sink up, concealing any chance of proof, before flushing the petals down the toilet, and walking out.
Now, where did she go? She ponders, glancing at the staircase. Probably upstairs.
Shaking off the coughing fit, she walks upstairs, onto the rooftop, the wind slightly making her shiver.
Resorting her scarf out, her eyes catch a glimpse of a white uniform, and almost cobalt blue hair. Smirking from ear to ear, shiromi quietly jogs to aoi, before grabbing her waist, pressing her middle and index fingers into the sides.
Aoi jolts, and almost yelps, as shiromi gains a powerful punch to the face, her entire body gets flung to the side, but she collects herself, before falling.
"Fuck sake! That's why you don't fucking scare me asshole!" Aoi yells, before regaining herself.
Shiromi merely grabs the side of her face, where aoi had almost broken her jaw. "Hey! That hurt! I didn't deserve that!" Shiromi childishly yells back, as aoi tuts, and walks away, leaving Shiromi in confusion.
She usually yells at me more. Like glasses. She ponders, watching aoi walk down the stairs.
Shiromi rubs the side of her face, and doesn't say anything, slightly hurt by the reaction. Usually aoi would stop herself, and scream at her. A slight cut starts to bleed, landing on shiromis hand.
As she feels the liquid, she gently fakes her hand off, and almost becomes lost in thought by it.
But the wind brushes against the skin, making Shiromi snap out of it and walk away, knowing she'll probably need the nurse to check it out.
......
Meanwhile, a body gets dragged into the furnace, its orange pigtails, and striking poka dotted stockings remain covered in blood.
The masked killer, wearing one of the drama props, with jet black gloves, carefully picks the body up, and precariously places it into the furnace. Making sure there's no blood stains, they rush out, and pause, hearing the delinquents by the bench.
Their busy, I'll have to take the long route. Quickly sprinting around the boys locker room, they swiftly run into the girls and take the bloodied uniform off, completely glad they had acquired another one from that info - Chan.
Quickly Washing themselves, they grab the uniform, pocketing the screwdriver, and running out, their gloves on the uniform.
Rushing in the same path as they did earlier, they drop the uniform, gloves, and mask into the furnace, pausing, and placing the screwdriver in.
Grabbing some empty boxes, they place them on top, before Turning the furnace on, and strolling away as if nothing, taking the oddity that the only council member to partol outside isnt there.
Taking in the joy of taking a rival out, ayano finally and calmly walks into her classroom, sure that nobody had seen the crime committed, and raibaru busy following a false task.
One down, nine to go. They sigh, as the other students slowly walk in, taking their allocated seats and taking their phones out; waiting for their sensei to arrive.
Ayano still pauses, curious slightly as into why Shiromi wasn't there. Taking her phone out, she goes to the info - Chan's contact.
A - I have a question
I - I know. Your look of genuine interest is new.
A - .....
A - then answer it.
I - why? Curiousity.
A - I thought those ideas mean nothing.
I - they do, usually.
A - is it because it's that special treasurer?
I - she is of no concern. Besides, I have no idea or theory of why she wasnt there.
A - what can you give me then.
I - that the usual interactions with the enforcer and her seemed off.
A - elaborate.
I - oddly, ryugoku - San had no intention to retaliate to any jokes she pulled, but instead almost broke her jaw.
A - and this is helpful because?
I - you wanted the information, I supplied it.
A - ... Fine.
I - I'll look forward to speaking again.
Ayano doesnt respond as the teacher walks in. Pocketing the phone, the idea that the council seem off slips her mind, knowing it is of no use to her, yet.
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the luck of the tiger( Dis Continued)
Fanfiction(yes. this is a ryugoshi cause idk) I need mental help I swear. le plot: a few weeks, and everything seems fine. the council see only ayano as a problem. but, as if the timer had ran out, shiromi suddenly gains a mythical disease only told in folkl...
