Ayano stands up solemnly, as she walks away from class, following the normal line of students as they leave for lunch.
Her focus isn't on lunch, or even the people around her, instead, it's towards a lingering posion that will threaten her goals for her senpai.
I have the gift, and he will get it next week, might have to pull extra shifts however, that won't mess my schedule either way. Ayano remains almost cold, as she walks around the school, knowing most aren't a threat, except four.
Ayano has never liked the council, especially when her last, and most dangerous rival is the leader. Info - Chan had warned her about the group, and since then, ayano has always kept a heightened awareness around their behaviour.
Three are easy to understand, with many weaknesses. That stupid four eyed vice President, seems to lack empathy, too much formality. The werid secretary, she's hiding something behind that smile. I know a fake smile when I see one. The stupid enforcer, nothing but a suck up little bitch. None want senpai, but they know.
Ayano briskly walks down the stairs to the first floor, planning on scouting out for possible future problems. The school know osana - Chan is dead. The atmosphere is worse. Maybe other methods will be used. Ayano ponders the thought, glancing at other students who eat their food almost in sync, like robots.
Brushing off the normal behaviour, her empty eyes wander to something against the wall, which would be nothing to most, but to ayano, it means something has changed.
Pausing, just by class 1:2, ayano presses her hand against a faint handprint, slightly smaller than hers, and still fresh.
It's female, no doubt. Probably a first year which reminds me. Glancing around, ayano spots nobody, knowing most will be in their allocated seats in clubs. But her interest isn't upon potential witnesses, it's upon the four well known hall monitors.
Earlier, ayano had asked info Chan upon information regarding the council which ended in a dead end. One has a link to megami, however the others, they have a reason to be included. Ayano wanders without knowing she's moving, up the stairs to the second floor, deciding to say the bottom is clean with no threats.
There was no witnesses, osanas death was clean and clear. No blood. I had used the magical girl wand prop, with a mask. Snapped her neck and made it to the furnace. No witnesses.
Ayano keeps walking, until a hand hits her hard against her chest, knocking her almost out.
"What are you up to!? Back off!?" Aoi yells, slamming her fist into ayanos chest, not caring at all.
Ayano falls down, and curses as the pain stops her movement for a second. I swear, she's gonna die first.
Ayano stands back up, using her legs as a way to push herself up, however, the stains of blood lining Aois blazer peaks curiosity in the emotionaless girl.
She's not one to attack, unless threatened. No way she'll cause injury with that much blood loss. Ayano glances at aoi, who's glare looks back.
Aoi remains on edge, her eye darkens in hate, and whilst ayanos remains empty, no lingering emotion towards the hunched over enforcer.
Ayano brushes herself down, and swiftly leaves the area, knowing aoi is watching carefully. How interesting. Maybe that is the help info Chan meant.
Ayano walks sighs and decides to walk back down the stairs, only to hear a slight sound coming from behind, almost like snickers.
The hairs on ayanos neck spike up, taken by a natural instinct of warning. Glancing over her shoulder, aoi remains standing, but with the bane of the council, in ayanos and infos opinion.
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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...
