The Library

Chapter 13: FIN

A/N: Well, here it is. It's probably worth it to note that this is the first fic I've actually finished. Anyways, to be in the mood to write this, I'm listening to "tsukasa hardcore recorder hits 2008" on repeat. Look the song up. It's amazing. so, now that you know I'm totally sane right now, read the rest of the story! It's not weird or exceptionally different from the other chapters.

Oh wait. yeah it is. Bring on the newscasts! Forgive me for using voice actors last names, first names, and random anime character's names for the names of places and people that may or may not end up mattering.

"...A 17-year old student of Otonashi High attacked and killed her teacher by tearing out her jugular with her teeth. By the time the police arrived on the scene, the girl had escaped and is still at large. This comes less than 24 hours after the horrifying Ryoo High attack, which has left upwards of a thousand people dead. The attacks are believed to be related, and residents of the Tokyo residential districts are advised to stay inside until the suspect has been apprehended. Any information disclosing her potential location is extremely valuable, and anyone who may have seen a girl with a blood-stained shirt is advised to get to safety and call the local police immediately ..."

"...Sakamoto Yue, a senior at Kitamura High, is wanted for the murder of her parents in their Okinawa apartment. A neighbor heard screams and glass breaking, and upon investigation, the girl fled from the scene, where two glass bottles had been smashed on their heads, and the shards pressed into their skulls. She was seen fleeing into subway tunnels after local authorities cornered her on the platform of a south-bound subway station..."

"...A young man was arrested a short time ago for disturbing the peace. He had climbed onto the roof of an idle delivery truck, and had been screaming at the top of his lungs. To quote him, "All of those who stand in the way of the true way will be crush by the all-encompassing weight of justice." The man is a suspected gang member, and is currently being held without bail."

"...In a shocking turn of events, the class president of the nearby Kunai High School's junior class committed suicide in front of the entire school today after shooting 4 teachers and 5 students dead with a pistol, before turning the gun on himself. The attack happened when the student was supposed to make a speech to the school concerning the proposed additions the school was to receive within the next 6 months. The speech that he started with, however was quite morbid in nature, and referenced the perpetrator of last week's Ryoo High attacks in an almost fanatical way, and pointed fingers of blame to the older generation, claiming that the populace of Japan was causing the government itself, and by extent, society, to stagnate.

The entirety of the school had sat in shocked silence throughout the speech, but when staff members and a few students attempted to restrain him when he was finished, he drew a pistol and fired on them at point blank range, killing all of them. His last words are reported to be 'You'll all see this truth eventually; I am just the first of many to uphold this glorious act of revenge.'..."

"...Despite increased security due to the attacks on schools in the nearby districts, and the fear from being only one district away from Ryoo High, North High was attacked by a pair of students on the track team. They had smuggled in hatchets in their sports bags, and when the lunch bell rang, proceeded to enter the lunchroom and beheaded, decapitated, and ultimately ended the lives of no less than two dozen students and staff. They then took each other's lives in the same manner they fell their victims with; they never said a word while proceeding in their attack. As a survivor stated, 'they looked to be blind; their eyes didn't react to anything, and their faces never changed. They looked...possessed.' This is part of an ever-growing string of attacks perpetrated by school-age students, both in schools and out. More recently, it does not appear that the attacks are related, and that something about the first attack caused the rest to occur..."

"...A police officer was stabbed and beaten into unconsciousness today at a baseball game at Hideki Field. A student reportedly approached him with a knife in hand, and before the officer could react, several students in the crowd lunged onto him. He is currently in critical condition, having suffered multiple stab wounds to the chest, as well as a broken leg and several hundred smaller bruises and cuts. None of the offenders have been caught, however; no one on the scene provided any information concerning them, even going as far as to claim that it had never happened..."

"...Earlier this morning a man in his early 20s was found in the street without any clothes, and missing much of his skin as well, and his eyes gouged out. The victim has not been identified, as all features of the individual, including eye and hair color, were non-existent, the conclusion that the corpse was male only stemming from the lack of female reproductive organs in the lower torso. It is unknown how he died or who he was..."

"A disturbing event took place this morning, even as the North High attack took place elsewhere. In a small village outside of Tokyo a student by the name of Renji Tsubasa poured copious amounts of gasoline around the old-style wooden school built in the early 30's. When school was in session, he took out a lighter and dropped it on the ground, sparking an inferno that consumed the entire multi-story building in less than an hour, taking many of its' students with it. When police arrived on the scene, Tsubasa willingly came into custody and explained to the police everything he had done, and sounded quite proud of himself while doing so. When asked why he would do such a thing, he replied back in a cryptic manner with the following, recorded from their interrogation.

"Why would you do something like that? You just ruined your own future and ended a lot of people's lives today."

The skinny, dark-skinned man with green hair just smiled a half-smile.

"I had no future to begin with officer. Besides, she showed that the government is but a weak stand-in when the people are too weak to defend themselves. She showed us that we can take down the government and put back into place what is right. I'm just helping the cause along. Others will do so as well, and ultimately, it'll be the end of the status quo. I may be in prison by the time that happens, but I'll be out soon enough."

This seems to indicate that some type of full-scale revolution is being planned, but the police have dismissed the idea. Further psychological evaluation has been performed on Tsubasa, who has been determined to be a pathological liar, and have a severe obsessive compulsive disorder, stroking any object that is purple in an almost motherly fashion..."

"...Though the steady stream of terrorist acts that have been caused by young adults in the wake of the Ryoo High attack were thought to have finally been waning, today a surprising event changed all of that. An attack was performed, not only on the 1-month anniversary of the most deadly school shooting in history, but it was also carried out by a student who attends Ryoo High. This student, whose name is unknown, but whose uniform is widely known, walked into a restaurant around 1:20 P.M., a time at which there would be no other students around. It is a widely known fact that the surviving students of the Ryoo High incident have been unable to return to school yet due to the extensive damages done to the school by bombs and the contamination caused by the chemical weapon that has rendered the central building accessible only via hazmat-level protective gear.

The student gave the cashier in the restaurant saying that he had a bomb, and would detonate it if she didn't bring the money in the cash registers to him promptly.

The cashier hit a silent alarm while she was collecting the money, activating a microphone that collected the following sound clip, before it was destroyed in the explosion.

"...That's all of it. Now, can you please leave?"

...

"Bitch, I don't think you get it. My intention was never to get free cash. I have a bomb. You don't have any protection from it. I feel like dying today. It'll appease my lord, my savior,and by making her happy, I'm happy. See you in hell."

"Wait, what are you-"

The static at the end of the clip is the activation of the explosive device the student was carrying, killing both of them, as well as causing the building to collapse, crushing many patrons and trapping the rest of them inside. Police are still working frantically to rescue those trapped inside, but in a race against time, they may not be able to save everyone.

This is the 40th attack by a school-age student in the past 30 days. The authorities are unable to find a pattern in their occurrences, causing many to believe they are all being organized independently. The general public is now being warned to stay inside when possible, and to avoid going into public places where large amounts of students will venture at the same time as them.

As most of these attacks have been centered around and in the city of Tokyo, the effort to curb the suspected suicidal tendencies of the population's youth is being turned into an initiative called K.I.T, short for Keep It Together, which is providing psychological help for any who request it, free of charge. However, it has had little effect on those who do use it, and a psychological evaluation of those attending both public and private high schools reported virtually non-existent numbers of students with tendencies attributed to the aggressors of these attack-"

The TV switched off with the rarely heard -click-. It's been 30 days since that day. Huh. It feels like a decade. But really, it couldn't be. I'd have run out of money if I wasn't teaching for that long. The fact that the state is paying for everything now is nice, too. I bought new computer with the money, and after swapping my hard drives over, it's so much better than the old one.

I'm still shocked over the whole thing, honestly. Hiiragi Tsukasa, of all people, was a homicidal murderer? Are you shitting me? Well, I saw her go by me when I was hiding in a classroom on the third floor. She had a gun, and after she left, it started firing, so it was no joke. A shame though; I could never see her harming anyone, much less kill off more than half of the school. Of course, she had help, but no one knows who those people are.

Well, almost no one. Someone MUST know, and it must be pretty damn important to them if they're not ratting them out.

I almost think Izumi is, because she sent me a weird email that morning with some of her account passwords and some message about not needing it, but she messaged me at like 11p.m. on **ir** T**e* explaining that her computer had crapped out and that she had sent that from her dad's laptop, because it would be awhile before she got the right parts for the computer, and that she wanted me to keep the account active, because she didn't want to fall behind the leveling curve.

I thought that it was awfully suspicious, but when she started talking about how terrible it was that everything had happened and how she was freaking out because she heard that one of her few friends was in critical condition, that suspicion began to wane. After all, what kind of person can kill dozens, and then fake innocence and cry about it only hours later? Not the happy-go-lucky girl that Konata is. No. That just doesn't happen.

But kids don't randomly kill people and kill themselves by the dozen right after one school shooting happens, right? Oh wait. It's happening, and I'm just as confused as everyone else. It probably won't help to think on it too much. There's an explanation out there, somewhere.

Anyways, I'm just sad that for the next few months after they fix up the school, my class is going to have about 10 of my original roster in it. The whole grade practically got wiped out, all of them, dead, and they're going to consolidate everyone else together to make it easier for the students, or something like that.

It still hasn't really made it through my head yet, though. All of them are dead. Hundreds of kids, bright, shining faces, almost done with school, almost ready to head off into the world and start a family. All of them, dead in a day. Hundreds of dreams crushed, even more families ruined.

So why am I so...unaffected by it? I mean, I was crying and freaking out while it was happening, and knew people were dying, but now, I'm like...meh. It happened, it's done, lets get back to teaching about how badass the samurai were. Of course, they actually weren't, but I know that no one actually pays attention in history anyways, so I tend to spice up my lessons a bit.

So now Izumi, Shiraishi, and Takara are the only ones who really got away without being harmed. I spoke with Takara over the phone once, about a week ago. She seemed to be doing fine, but when I asked her if she had any idea of who the mystery aggressors could have been, she got really awkward and nervous. I don't really blame her, though; apparently she watched half of the student council get mowed down by Tsukasa when she told them to leave. It was almost surreal, listening to some of these things, whether it's from the victim's perspective, or the sanitized explanation issued from the local police department every week as they discovered more evidence around the school as they systematically cleaned it up.

For example, there were enough bags containing ammunition for 3 people to carry. In fact, there had been enough unspent bullets found in one of the bags to keep a gun firing on full-auto for several minutes. That's a lot of bullets. A lot more than someone should think to bring on a killing spree. That's when you want to start a freaking revolution.

Something else that doesn't quite add up in police reports, and I've even asked Yui about it, but to no avail. The guns used in the attack were advanced weaponry, stuff that was only available to the American military and those in league with them. So how did some spec-ops limited production rifles that can hide rather conveniently in a bag. Smells pretty fishy to me. The biggest lead they have is some suspected Yakuza that lives in the general vicinity of the Hiiragi's, but that's not worth the onigiri I'm eating.

Speaking of the Hiiragi's, I heard that Tsukasa's twin was released from the hospital a few days ago. The truth finally came out of secrecy then as to what exactly had happened to her. It still makes me cringe when I think about it.

Her sister shoved one of those nice rifles into her privates, taking her virginity and basically shredding all the important parts. She had been in the hospital until all of the skin grafts had taken and the damaged tissue had began to heal. I heard all this from Yui, of course. I got her a little tipsy a few days ago and she spilled secrets like it was going out of style. I feel kind of bad about doing that, especially hearing the content I gleaned from the woman, but it let me be that much more sympathetic to the non-homicidal Hiiragi.

Oh god, I just thought of the shit she's going to go through in school. Well, she will be my student now...now that Sakuraba's position is open. I might be able to prevent some animosity from being directed towards her, but I can't block it all. Not a chance in hell.

You know, with all of this death and dying and terrorism and shit, I feel like something big is about to happen...I wonder if the public felt like this right before the French Revolution, because I think that's a good analogue to this state of public tension...

Nah, it's just me.

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The rifle was heavy. Oh so heavy. But that's what you pay for when you get a .50 caliber sniper rifle. Good thing I'm not the one who paid for it. In fact, no one in our group had paid for it. It was a prototype that wasn't available anywhere but in America, and the equivalent cost to get one imported here would be close to 1.3 million yen. That's not a cheap piece of hardware. Yet, someone somewhere had donated it to Warrior, so here I was, on a rooftop, waiting to kill some cunt who was trying to make everyone's lives miserable.

The lightly falling rain made the neon lights below shimmer in the constantly changing refractions of light. Night had truly fallen, and my position atop the office building gave me a wide view of the surrounding area. The scope was fogging up, so I wiped it off with the edge of my shirt. My shirt was slowly getting soaked through, but I would be off into the streets soon enough, and shortly after that, back in the comfort of the home my friend's parents provide me post-mortem.

I pulled my bandanna down to better look through the scope, its' taut form having barred me from leaning in fully.

The target had not arrived yet, no vehicles of note had crossed the intersection yet.

I took a deep, shuddering breath. This hit, tonight, was a shot that would be heard around the world, much like the Americans at Concord. This would spark the birth of a new nation...or at the very least, the death of an old one. We'd make sure of that.

"Zero Nine, the target has entered your zone. Keep watch." The earpiece I was wearing chirped, but she did not repeat her message. Not that it needed to; I was fully aware of what was going on. This was the first High Value Target we were going for. Up until now, we had just been making merry terror with bombings, killings, murders, and public disturbances.

Rolling fully onto my stomach, I settled into a firing position, making sure the bipod was set firmly against the lip of the roof, and checking the wind speed and direction, which was thankfully non-existent. At this range, though, the rain would be a problem, each droplet forcing the metal cylinder of death closer to the ground, millimeter by millimeter, and potentially could cause it to miss its' target. I only got one shot on her..

"Target is arriving in the white Chrysler. I repeat, target is in white Chrysler." My earpiece chirped again, and I drew a deep breath, looking down range to the foreign vehicle in question. I had a few options here. The gun is semi-automatic, so I could perhaps take out both tires and then take out the target while they are trapped inside the vehicle. No, that would be too difficult. The target would know what was going on the instant the first round hit. No, I'll need to wait until they depart.

The luxury sedan pulled up to the curb, a woman in her late thirties' with bright orange hair departed from the vehicle, followed by two men in black suits. The woman looked strained, and one of the men patted her on the back gently, which she shook off with a slap.

Now now bitch, don't hit the hired help. That's awfully impolite.

Aiming about 3 meters above her head to account for distance, I pulled the trigger. The recoil was immense, sending both myself and the pad I was laying on backward almost a meter, due to the rain making the surface of the roof rather slick.. The rifle settled before the round impacted into her skull and shattering it into a burst of gore, allowing me to watch her fall to the ground with nothing but a stump, and her bodyguards to look around in confusion from the visual fidelity that a 12x optical scope provides.

"Target is down Warrior. I repeat, target has been eliminated." The laugh on the other end was pleased. But of course. The girl knew how to pick a spot to snipe an HVT from 1600 meters like wasn't anything but a thing. I just shoot straight. I'll do whatever she says...as long as I don't have the chance to be physically harmed, of course. Hiiragi told me I would be needed in the long run.

"Come on back ZyonNeun-kun, just don't get caught." For a homicidal killer following in the footsteps of another, infinitely greater homicidal killer, she sure has a good sense of humor. I got up, put on my glasses, and began to fold up the bipod of the rifle. The gun itself was of the bullpup configuration, meaning it was more compact than most high-caliber rifles. I picked it up and slung it over my shoulder with its' attached strap, making my way to the stairs.

It had been a simple matter to prop open an emergency exit with debris while there was still people...older peopleworking.

Today was just the first of many. Soon.

Soon they will find out just how wrong they were about these "uncoordinated acts of terrorism".

But by then, it will be much too late.

A/N: I wanted to make more of a cliffhanger, but I didn't. That, right there, is the end of The Library. Yaaaaaay. Of course, there's a sequel in the works, but this needs some serious planning(read: I want to make a 2-3 chapter buffer so I'm not murdering myself to get the chapters out, thereby making them of inferior quality), so you might need to check back every few days before something shows up.

I'd like to thank everyone who left a review, your kind words and thoughts, both positive and negative, really help me out, and I think they do indeed help me to become a better writer. There's too many people to list that helped me out throughout this, so I won't try (I just did and the A/N was 2 pages) :3

So with that, thank you and good night! /Kermit the frog voice

Elvis has left the building!...

...Yo my ambassador Quan.

YOU RUIN EVERYTHING.

...-snicker-...what did he say?...Ambassador Quan...who the fuck is that?

-piano lines, fade out-