This is one of the shorter stories, in comparison to the big projects. It's dark, so those who like fluff and cuddliness may not enjoy it.

Ayumi, Satoshi, Shiro Naito, Koga, and woman in the grocery store was played by my friend(Keeroy). Yoshiki and Notsu were played by me(Yuminii). We do not own the characters Ayumi, Satoshi, or Yoshiki.

Also, these will be in shorter installments of around 1k words to 2k.

Yoshiki sighed, leaning back on a desk as his eyes went towards the window. It was Spring, yet it was already getting dark... He glanced at the clock, seeing it was actually pretty late. Sheesh, since when did doing chores in one classroom take so long? He looked at Ayumi, crossing his arms. "Are we done here yet?" he asked in a mildly tired tone. Ugh, why had Ayumi only asked him to stay anyways? It made this whole process take longer... Well... at least it hadn't started raining, like on the Culture Festival night.

Ayumi was relining a trash can when she heard Yoshiki's question that seemed more like a complaint. She stood up, brushing her skirt out as he glanced at him before looking out the window. Her heart and stomach seemed to be clashing to see which could bother her most. Keeping him here was an abuse of her power as class representative, wasn't it? She did have a plan, but she found herself lacking the courage to go through with it. She was never good at this stuff... Urgh, looks like she'd fail again. And worse, her nervousness had caused her to move at a snail's pace with the chores. It was already getting dark, and she had nothing to show for it. "Just about. We have to wipe down the blackboards, and we're done," she answered as she moved to the teacher's desk to open the drawer with the squirt bottle and rag. Her time was running out...

Yoshiki was a bit disappointed that there was still something that needed to be done, but at least it was just one more. One more, and they'd be done, and heading home. Normally, he liked time alone with Ayumi, but... Staying in school after everyone else had already left was making him antsy. "Good... Then we can get the hell outta here...," he said with a small huff, pushing off the desk and moving over towards her and the black board.

"Yeah," Ayumi agreed, although she wasn't looking forward to wrapping up. She had told herself she was going to do it when they finished the chores. After all, if things went badly, they both could retreat. Although, so many of her friends had assured her it would go smoothly. That he felt the same. Her heart was beating uncomfortably fast as the blackboard was wiped down, taking off all the chalk residue that hung on it. The nervous excitement was too much for her, as they put the cleaning supplies away. Oh god, she had to do it now. Speaking became much more difficult as the question burned on the tip of her tongue. "Uh, hey, Kishinuma," she piped up as she shut the teacher's drawer. The chores were done... She told herself she'd do this today. Her face felt like it was on fire, which didn't help her nervousness. "I was wondering-"

"Class Rep? Kishinuma? It's a bit late for you two to be hanging around. The other classes finished cleaning at least an hour ago," a male voice interrupted Ayumi. Ayumi's mind came to a screeching halt as she tried to regain her composure. She turned to look at the teacher, who went by Mr. Naito. He has taught grammar for about three years now, and Ayumi couldn't say she really liked him. Although, she couldn't say that for most the teachers. Ms. Yui was the only one she liked talking to...

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Naito. We were just finishing up," Ayumi apologized with a polite smile.

Yoshiki looked at her when his name was spoken. The atmosphere felt kind of... tense, but in a weird way. He could sort of tell this would be important, but... what exactly did she have to tell him? Him specifically? He watched her closely, noticing her face grow a bit reddened. No way... Was this-?

He jumped slightly at Mr. Naito's interruption, though he regained composure quickly. It was a habit to not show weakness to adults, especially teachers. "Yeah, we were pretty much done," he added on to Ayumi's statement with a small shrug. He really wanted to know what Ayumi had wanted to say now... But she probably wouldn't pick back up on the topic, at least until Mr. Naito left them alone.

Ayumi really wanted Mr. Naito to go away, so she could finish her question. She didn't want this question hanging on her head, after she's been thinking about it for weeks! She watched the teacher glance over the two, almost thoughtfully. Did he think they were up to something...? He was making her a little uncomfortable.

"Actually, this works out nicely. I have a bunch of booklets I have to bring up for tomorrow's lesson, and it would be a lot quicker if you two helped me," he said, in a way that hardly considered the fact it was late, and they may have somewhere to be. He paused for a moment and offered a half-smile. He wasn't even going to ask if they were willing to help? Ayumi was almost tempted to make up an excuse to get them out of there, but her position made it hard for her to turn down a teacher's request. Although, it seemed to be phrased as more of a demand.

"Alright... Where are they?" Ayumi asked after a small hesitant pause.

"In the old computer lab in the basement," Mr. Naito explained with a fuller smile this time. Ayumi already regretted agreeing to this. She couldn't stand this guy.

Yoshiki held back the urge to glare, a bit ticked that he basically told them to help him, rather than ask. This guy was always like that... He couldn't hardly stand him. Though... this entire thing felt off. It was so late... Why hadn't he asked some of the other students to help earlier in the day? There was definitely a strangeness in the air, but he was probably just being overly cynical. They just had to help him... and they'd be on their way home. Simple as that.

The walk down to the basement was making Ayumi feel extremely unnerved. Mr. Naito's heavy steps behind them seemed oddly threatening. She mentally scolded herself, figuring she may have just watched too many scary movies. There was also something naturally nerve-wracking about being in school after dark, so she guessed that had to be it. Mr. Naito unlocked the computer lab door, opening it and stepping aside to let the students in first.

Ayumi glanced around the room, brow furrowing. There were no booklets or anything of the like. She turned to ask Mr. Naito what was going on when her blood turned cold. He had what looked to be an stray pipe. That didn't concern her as much as the action he committed with it. There was an awful sound of metal hitting bone as the teacher hit Yoshiki with such force that his body went limp.

Ayumi screamed, the noise coming from the bottom of her lungs. She couldn't even begin to think about what was happening, she could only react. Mr. Naito turned towards her, stepping over Yoshiki's passed out body. She moved to stumble back, but his strides were long, and he managed to catch her by the front of her shirt. His hands then moved up, grasping around her throat. She tried to make a noise, but air was completely cut off from her lungs. Her hands weakly clawed at him in an attempt to get him off, but it wasn't working. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs were burning. She eventually couldn't even move her hands, and the darkness enveloped her.

Shiro laughed lightly to himself as he dropped the young girl's body. His blood was rushing excitably as his opportunity was so easily handed to him. He had to be quick. They'd wake up before he knew it. He hauled Ayumi's body over her shoulder, since she wasn't too bad to carry. He grabbed the back of Yoshiki's shirt and pulled him along as he went to go deeper into the basement. Back where the water pump and heating equipment were. He found a thick pipe and some stray rope to tie them to it. Little noises of ecstasy kept escaping him. They'd wake up from their states soon enough. Oh, this would be fun...