Sooo....... My first attempt at trying my hand at an SP fic-something I've wanted to do for a while. I was warned by Major Mike Powell not to write something like this, but I have this strange tendancy to 'press the big red button' when I'm told not to. I wanted to do something different for Strawberry Panic, since there's quite a few alternative endings, and 'so much fluff it will ooze out of your ears' fics. So I thought 'why not mix it with Death Note?' I'm pretty sure it's something that hasn't been done yet, so why not give it a go. I understand that I'm gonna get flammed for this, but if you must flame me, please flame based on the chapters themselves, not just on the title or idea.

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Strawberry Panic: The Rise of Kira

CHPTR 1: The First and Final Act of jealousy

Yet another day at St. Miator girl's academy. It was a particuly beautiful day, the sky was a brilliant blue with not a cloud in sight, and a radiant sun shone calmly over the orange autumn trees. A day like this demanded Tamao Suzumi to be outside enjoying it, and yet she had to be inside during an english class. Not long ago, she used to enjoy english, but lately, it seemed like forever since the last time she enjoyed anything. She gazed sadly into the back of Nagisa Aoi. The red headed girl who sat in infront of her. The same red headed girl that she shared a room with. Her best friend, and the girl whom she admired the most.

Her unrequitted love for this girl was half the reason why her mood contradicted the uplifting scenery outside. The other half was the one who held Nagisa's affections. The current Etoile of Astraea Hill, Shizuma Hanazono. Tamao had little respect for the Etoile, she had seen her use her position to get any girl she wanted, only to leave them once she was distracted by something 'shiny'. Tamao was convinced that Nagisa was yet another plaything, even despite the fact that she'd remained with Nagisa longer than any of her other flirts. Tamao would ensure that Nagisa would never be heartbroken, if she was in Shizuma's place. But, Nagisa's happiness came first, and Tamao would everything in her power to achieve it, even if it meant watching from the outside. Still, she knew that Shizuma wasn't faithful to Nagisa-and she could prove it if she wanted to.

One night, she snuck out to follow Shizuma to her and Nagisa's favorite spot. She waited a while as Shizuma waited for Nagisa. Eventually, someone came-someone other than Nagisa. It was a student from Spica, one that Tamao probably didn't know. Tamao watched in agony as Shizuma said and did things to the girl that should only be reserved for Nagisa. In the midst of their passion, Shizuma reared her head up and grinned deviously at the bush Tamao was hiding in. It had been painfully obvious that Shizuma was aware of Tamao's presence, yet she didn't seem the least bit concerned, and she had every reason not to be. That next day, Tamao privately confronted Shizuma on what she saw, and threatened to tell Nagisa about it. Shizuma simply gave this reply:

"Fine, tell her if you want, but we both know that she'll hate you just as much for breaking what we have. Think about that."

Shizuma had her locked down, condemned to keep her knowledge private. Tamao could tell Nagisa what she saw, but doing so would break the happiness she had with Shizuma. Tamao would be just as hated-or worse for destroying Nagisa's bliss, while Shizuma would move on to the next one with a shrug of her shoulders-assuming of course, that Nagisa would even believe Tamao in the first place. As stupid as telling her was, her conscience couldn't let slide the fact that Shizuma saw Nagisa as simply one of several playthings in her tow, whilst Nagisa's feelings towards her were more pure and honest. She didn't have much respect for the Etoile before, but she absolutely hated her now.

Though you'd never tell from the outside, jealousy and rage ate away at Tamao's heart everyday. One of her many skills was hiding her true feelings from her friends. All of her friends, and even Nagisa herself simply saw 'polite and friendly Tamao'-the side she wanted everyone to see. Despite how well she hid her darker feelings away from people, they somehow managed to burst from their seams. This was most evident in her poetry.

Her once heartwarming poetry about the seasons, nature, and love were replaced with much darker themes. One of her poems 'The Tragedy of the Silver Dove' warrented a meeting with the schools counsellor. She managed to avoid discussing her feelings by playing the poem down as 'experimentation'. What good would 'talking' about those things do. Her best friend couldn't understand what was happening inside of her. What chance would a shrink have? Her poetry was the only way she could vent her frustration. For Nagisa however, Tamao would wear her smile for her. She would at least pretend to be happy for Nagisa's sake, and hide away her true feelings, where they wouldn't get in the way.

In the midst of her thoughts, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Outside the window, a small black object freefell to the lawn below. Tamao instantly wondered where it came from.

Did someone throw that off the top of the campus? No, it fell straight down. Just what the hell was that?

Her thoughts were then distracted by the lunchtime bell. As usual, Nagisa jumped straight off her chair, and bolted out of the classroom, without even saying anything to Tamao. Normally, Tamao would feel a pinch of hurt from such a jesture, but Tamao's focus this time, was on the object that landed on the lawns. She descretely manouvered through the black sea of Miator students to get to the first floor. Within no time, she arrived on the campus lawns, where the long black dresses of the Miator students began to merge with the pearly white uniforms from Spica, and the colourful red from Lilum. Tamao edged in closer to where the object had fallen, and luckily enough, it was still there. Tamao could make out the shape of the object. It appeared to be a book of some kind. Tamao reached down to pick it up. The cover of the book was of an ordinary design, with strange white writing on the cover.

Death Note?

"Hey, Tamao!!!" Someone shouted out to her.

Tamao turned around to see the tall lithe body of Yaya Nanto. The sparkle in her hazelnut eyes indicated that she was unusually happy about something.

"Oh, Hi there, Yaya." Tamao responded, in a fake cheerful voice.

"Everyone else is waiting! Let's go!" Yaya urged.

"I'm sorry, but there's something I need to do. I'll talk to you later." Tamao politely turned down.

"Fine, suit yourself. Laters!" Yaya waved as she skipped off into the crowd.

Without any distractions, Tamao walked casually through the ground as she opened her new book. On the other side of the cover, there was more writing.

The human whose name is written in this note shall die

This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person's face when writing his/her name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected

If the cause of death is written with 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen

If the cause of death is not specified, then that person will simply die of a heart attack

After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written down within the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

Tamao flicked through the next few pages of the notebook to find basic lined sheets, the same as any regular notebook. Tamao couldn't help but give off a small snigger after reading the contents. If this was to be believed, you could potentially kill anyone you wanted just by simply writing a name in this notebook. Tamao had imagined some pretty crazy stuff in her poetry lately, but this was beyond even the scope of her crazy visions. Any rational person would have had their giggle, and just threw the notebook aside, yet somehow, Tamao felt compelled to hold on to it. She took a detour from the main walkway, and dissapeared into the forest. A short time later, she appeared at a small cluster of trees by the lake overlooking the church on at the very top of Astraea Hill. Many students knew of this place, and the trees here have seen many a couple share their make out sessions after hours. But during the day, Tamao was the only one who came by this place. Sometimes she came her for inspiration for a poem, other times it was simply to be alone. She sat herself down against one of the trees, and again examined the note book with a mix of curiosity and ridicule.

"Hmmm....... So, I can kill anyone I want with this book, huh? Ha! Who would believe that?" Tamao laughed to herself.

"Still...... I feel like a bit of roleplaying."

With all that was weighing down on her mind, at least pretending that she had power over life and death would lighten her burden, even if it was for a little while. She focused her mind on Shizuma parading around with her Nagisa. On Shizuma blatantly cheating on her right infront of Tamao. On Shizuma's smug blackmail that condemned Tamao into silence, and finally the need to take Nagisa into her arms and take her lips for her own. Finally, she was in that place of unbridled rage and jealousy, as took a pen out from her bag. The pen felt unusually heavy in her hand, perhaps simply from visualising the illusion of power that she held in it.

"Now then, my silver dove....." She spoke in a quiet sinister tone.

Very slowly, she neatly wrote down Shizuma's name on the first page of the note book. 40 seconds left. A small grimace appeared on her face. She now had the task of deciding how Shizuma died.

"Let's see....... Should I have a tree drop on your head and cause you blunt force trauma...... Or maybe I could have a fellow student go mad and choke you to death."

"No........ In your case, there would be nothing more poetic than a heart attack for you. For all the hearts you've broken before Nagisa, and all the hearts you will break after her.......

"It's only fitting that your own heart breaks......... literally." Tamao finished her dark speech.

Feeling all the rage rise to her head, she fell back, unleashing a cruel and evil laugh that was 40,000 leagues out of character for her. All out of laughter, she panted heavily for a while. After visiting that dark place of hers, she somehow felt physically lighter without her burden. She knew that her euphoria was simply a false illusion, but the feeling of freedom it gave was certainly worth it. Having returned back to her normal self, she took a moment to fix the braided bun in her blue hair, before checking the area to see if anyone was around. The last thing Tamao wanted was for anyone to see that side of her.

"I suppose I should be getting back." She said to herself quietly, before leaving her sanctuary.

A frantic scene greeted her as she arrived back at the pathway. Students were scurrying back and forth across the pathway. Each of them wore looks of panic and stress on their face, as if they were late for their lessons. Only problem with that, was that lessons didn't start again for at least another fifteen minutes. Tamao was completely baffled by what she saw. What could've happened to make everyone in a made rush. Suddenly, she saw a familiar face. The raven haired Chikaru Minamoto, the student president of Lulim.

"Chikaru! What's happening?!" Tamao shouted out, trying to get her attention.

"It's Shizuma! Something's happened to her!" She responded.

Those words sent cold shivers up Tamao's spine.

"Wha- What?! Where is she?!" Tamao panicked.

"They're all heading this way! Follow-"Chikaru started.

She never finished her sentence, as Tamao took flight instantly, leaving a dumbfounded Chikaru in her wake. Tamao's heart began to pound a 1000 miles per hour, as she weaved through an equaly frantic crowd. It was mere moments ago that Tamao had written her name in her new notebook. She had assumed that the notebook was similar to the Hell Correspondance rumour-that it was just an ellaborate prank. But this...... This was impossible. As she advanced further through the pathway, the crowds began to clog up. She was getting close. When she slowly carved her way to the front of the crowd, a ghastly site awaited her.

The crowd had gathered around Nagisa, Shizuma and about three sisters. Miyuki Rokujo and Shion Tomori were desparately trying to get the unruly mob under control. Chikaru, who had also made her way to the scene, immediately assisted. Shizuma lay sprawled out flat on her back, the three sisters that gathered around her, desparately trying to revive her with CPR. Then, she spotted Nagisa, who had collapsed on to her knees. Tears flowed freely from a petrified look, as if she'd just seen the grim reaper himself.

"NAGISA!!!" Tamao shouted, and instantly bolted towards her.

Miyuki, having instantly recognised Tamao, moved behind her to keep the flow of students that came in behind her. Tamao quickly knelt down to Nagisa's level, and embraced her in a tight hug.

"T-Tamao...........is that you?" She whispered in a weak voice.

"Yes Nagisa. I'm here." Tamao responded, holding Nagisa's head close to her chest for her to weep some more.

"I-I don't understand! One minute, she was laughing and smiling....... the next, she........she......" Nagisa stumbled, before bursting into tears again.

"Nagisa...... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...." Tamao repeated to try and calm the trembling Nagisa in her arms.

Tamao's own body began to tremble when one of the sisters changed her position, revealing Shizuma's face. Her eyes were wide open, and her face was completely contorted in pain, indicating that her last few moments were spent in agony. Tamao began to feel a cold sweat, as bile began to rise from her stomach.

This....... This can't be! I was only roleplaying, but then if this has happened, then........ the Death Note. It's for real!

Oh god Nagisa.......What have I done.

Tamao herself was about to break upon coming to this conclusion, but Nagisa had been thrown well over the edge. For Nagisa's sake, Tamao had to hold herself together, and block out her thoughts so that she could get Nagisa safely to the dorms.

"Miyuki! I need to get Nagisa back to the dorms! Can you help me out here?" Tamao shouted out.

"Right! We'll clear you a path!" Miyuki responded, signaling Shion and Chikaru to assist.

The three of them struggled to get the crowd to comply, but then one of the sisters jumped in, and eventually, an opening appeared in the crowd. Tamao struggled to get Nagisa back on to her feet. She could barely move from the shock, which meant it would take a while to get her moving. The entire time, Tamao kept her grip on Nagisa, while she burried her tear streaked face into Tamao's shoulder.

"C'mon Nagisa. We have to get you back to the Dorms."

"Tamao?" Nagisa incoherently mumbled.

"Just stay close to me. OK?" Tamao calmly whispered.

With re assuring words, Tamao was able to get Nagisa to start moving. Tamao and Miyuki nodded at each other before they moved through the crowd. Eventually, the crowd was just a mass of black white and red behind them. Tamao was confident that no one was following them. Since the commotion was focused around Shizuma, they were free to return to the strawberry dorms without interruption. Images of Shizuma's face still played over and over again infront of her face.

"Just alittle further to go." She said to both Nagisa and herself.

Eventually, they arrived through the gates of a large Vienna styled building that was the strawberry dorms. Once inside, Tamao guided Nagisa up on flight of stairs over to the Miator wing on the dorms. After turning a few hallways, they finally made it to their room. After closing the door, she quickly locked it, before gently laying Nagisa down on the left side bed. Suddenly, Tamao felt the bile force it's way up her throat. She couldn't hold on any longer.

"I'm sorry Nagisa, I'll be right back!" she said quickly as she rushed into the bathroom. She fired three large volleys of thin pinkish vomit into the toilet. Every time she tried to flush the toilet, looking into the bowel brought forth yet another volley. However, she finally managed to flush the toilet without looking into the bowel. She sat exhausted against the wall, panting heavily through her trembling breath.

The Death Note was only meant to be a joke. I had no idea that it was actually real! I didn't know Shizuma would actually die! I know I hated her, hell she did some truly deplorable things. But this wasn't meant to happen! Even she didn't deserve this! What the hell have I done?! I gave in to my anger and hatred for just a moment, and It's actually costed someone their life, and more importantly....... Nagisa's happiness. What a hypocrite I am. I vowed to work towards Nagisa's happiness, and yet my actions have betrayed that very promise!

Tamao ripped open her bag, and yanked out the Death Note. She looked at it with hateful eyes. This 'innocent' note book had seduced her into succumbing to her rage. If she never picked it up, none of this would've happened. Nagisa would still be smiling.

This is all YOUR fault!

Tamao threw her hand up, prepared to chuck the Death Note down the toilet.

Wait.

As she brought her hand down, she froze in mid motion.

No. I can use this to redeem myself for Nagisa. I know Shizuma didn't deserve to die, and nothing will ever change that. But what about the people who do? Murderers, thieves, drug dealers..........Rapists. The world outside Astraea Hill is a cruel and awful place, and someday, my Nagisa will have to step out into it. But what if...... What if I could change all that? What if I could purge all the evil from this world? I could create a new world, where Nagisa could safely walk the streets at night. Where she could sleep soundly without needing to worry about people sneaking in. Where she could go about her life without the corrupt trying to bring her down for their own ends. I, and only I have the means to do this. So I have no other choice. Nagisa, my love. I may not be able to make you happy, but I can make you safe. That is my pledge to you.

Tamao carefully slid the Death Note back into her bag, and cleaned herself up alittle, before heading out to tend to Nagisa. She lay face down, clutching her pillow, yet she was no longer sobbing. She had cried herself to sleep. Tamao couldn't help but smile sweetly at her.

Even after all of this, she still sleeps like an angel.

She was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. The last thing Nagisa needed right now, is visitors, despite their good intentions.

"Please leave us. We don't wish to be interrupted right now" Tamao politely requested.

The only response was a second knock on the door. Only a sister would knock twice. Tamao had no choice, but to let her in. She gently opened the door to let the sister in. She half-expected the old bat to be in her usual bad mood, but this time, her old rugged features looked gentler than usual.

"I've come to check on Nagisa. Is she OK?" The sister asked.

"Well, she's resting now, sister" Tamao replied.

"The poor dear was distraught when young Shizuma collasped. She must have cared for the Etoile deeply."

"Like nobody else......"

"Sister. How is she? Shizuma, I mean?" Tamao asked a question she already knew the answer too.

"I'm afraid the poor dear didn't make it. I'm not sure what happened, but.... Some of the students who saw it said it looked like a heart attack." The sister answered sadly.

"I see........ I...... I'm not sure what to say." Tamao feigned a loss of words.

"Ms. Suzumi, I know it sounds cruel, but lessons still have to continue." The sister explained.

"What?! But after what's just happened." Tamao protested.

"I know this has come as a shock to everyone, but we still have to continue. Go to the library if you don't have club activities assigned." The sister politely ordered.

"As you wish, Sister." Tamao received with a bow.

She grabbed her bag, before stopping by Nagisa's bed. She delicately brushed her hand against her left cheek.

Sleep well Nagisa. I will take care of the rest.

Having left the dorms, Tamao quickly rushed to the library. In a way, it was just as well that the school decided to continue the lessons, as it would give her ample time to try out the Death Note some more. Normally, most of the students would attend their club activities, but given what just happened, those who would normally study in the library would probably tag along on other club activities just to be around people. If Tamao was right, then most of the student body would be over at the Lulim campus. The less people in the library, more privacy Tamao would have. Eventually, She came to a large pearly white dome building. She'd finally arrived at the library. She passed through the large wooden doors of the library-only to find that she was wrong about the library being desserted. Though not completely full, the tables were crowded enough, and all the computers had been booked out. A small setback to Tamao's plans. She had her own laptop for these sorts of situations. All it meant is that she'd have to make do with wi-fi instead of full ADSL.

Tamao signed her name on a sheet of paper at the front desk, and scanned the area for a spare seat. To her luck, neither Yaya, Tsubomi, Hikari, or Chiyo were anywhere near the library. Right now, Tamao didn't want to be disturbed. Unsurprisingly, nobody in the library was actually studying. Students were either sitting silently in prair or mourning, or huddled together in groups. Those that were on the computers, were turning their myspace or facebook pages into shrines to Shizuma. Tamao eventually found a seat over by the far end of some bookshelves. Convienient, since she was in a position to see who was entering and leaving the library.

Once seated, Tamao quickly set up her laptop, and waited for the startup process which seemed painfully long today. Tamao began to tap her fingers impatiently as her wi-fi connection took its time connecting. Her frustration began to creep up on her, as her wi-fi fought for a stable connection. After the fourth attempt, it ceased to protest. Tamao took a deep breath. If she was going to go through with this, she had to visit that dark side once more. She slowly pulled out the Death Note with the same tension as a samurai unsheathing his blade. She then got out expensive looking black and gold pen-the same one she used to write down Shizuma's name. It felt as heavy as it did then, perhaps with the anticipation of what she was about to do. All she had to do, was find a decent news article. It took merely seconds for google to do a search before Tamao was presented with thousands upon thousands of news articles on crimes in Japan. Rape, murder, robbery, assault. If it was a crime, it was right there infront of Tamao. She clutched her fists at what she saw. This was the sort of world that Astraea Hill hid them from. This was the sort of world they had to walk into. Then, a sinister grin spread across Tamao's face. She was in that dark place once more. She clicked the first link, and began writing......

The rush of adrenalin hit Tamao like a bullet train as she wrote down name after name. Sometimes, when writing her poetry, she felt pretty powerful. This was not poetry, not yet at least. But this time, she felt like God himself, with the power of life and death in the palm of her right hand. She could almost feel the lifeforce being cut from the wicked with every stroke of her pen. At first, it was all just heart attacks, but then she experimented with other causes, such as illness and accidental deaths like car accidents and the like. Eventually, she worked herself into a system. Major criminals would suffer heart attacks, while those who've commited petty crimes would die from illness, or an accidental death. Tamao was especially cruel to rapists. Their fate was suicide by some of the most gruesome means Tamao could come up with. Any man who sought out that sort of sadistic pleasure from women deserved to have it thrown back at them ten fold and more. In the midst of her power trip, she got a glance at her watch, and snapped out of her trance instantly.

Crap! Curfew starts in ten minutes!

Tamao looked up, and noticed that the rest of the students had begun to leave. She gathered her stuff, and quickly signed out before leaving the library. She ran back to the dorms, while the students behind her dawdled their way back, and were eventually lost in sight. Tamao had seen other students miss curfew time and time again, so she knew firsthand what sort of unpleasantries awaited them. She was confident that the sister would not show any mercy, even despite today's circumstances. As the Strawberry Dorms came into view, she could see the sister approaching the gate. She then worked herself into a sprint. She narrowly shot through the gate, and almost collapsed as the sister closed the gate shut, and entered the security lock.

"You were twenty seconds away from missing curfew, did you know that?" The sister laughed.

Tamao could only look at her in disbelief, as she caught her breath.

"How many were behind you?" The sister asked.

"at least ten"

"Well then, at least we'll have plenty of hands cleaning the church tomorrow." She shrugged, before walking back inside.

It looked as though the sister was back to her old self.

Heartless bitch. Maybe I should write your name down.....

As pleasant as it sounded, Tamao decided to keep her emotions in check. The old woman might be a nasty piece of work, but she was far from a criminal. Tamao had other things to worry about anyway. She headed back upstairs to her room to check on Nagisa. As she crept in the room, she notice that Nagisa was still asleep, except at some point, she changed into her pink P.J's. On that site, Tamao felt fatigue of her own set in. She headed for the bathroom to change from her school uniform, to her sky blue P.J's. As she left the bathroom to crawl into her own bed, she caught a glimpse of Nagisa's eyes drifting open.

"Tamao, is that you?" Nagisa yawned.

"Yes, I'm back!" Tamao cheerfully replied, as she sat herself beside Nagisa's bed.

"The sister told me everything. She said that Shizuma died from a heart attack. How does a healthy 17 year old die of a heart attack?! Why this?! It's not fair! We'd only just put our differences aside over Kaori, and....... and......." Nagisa once more began to cry.

"Nagisa...." Tamao said softly, stroking her fingers through Nagisa's Silky red hair.

"If I could bring Shizuma back for you, I'd do it.......simply to see you smile again."

God, I'm such a liar.......

"Tamao...... thanks for being there for me. If you didn't walk me back to the dorms..... I'm not sure what would've-"

"No, there's no need to thank me, Nagisa. We're best friends. You'd do the same for me." Tamao reassured.

"Still...." Nagisa trailed off.

"We've all had a rough day. I'm gonna call it in too. You need some more rest." Tamao said, before getting up.

Before she had that chance, she felt Nagisa clench tightly onto her wrist.

"N-Nagisa?!" Tamao gasped, as she turned around.

"Tamao, please........ I'm scared........ and I don't wanna be left alone tonight." Nagisa pleaded.

Tamao starred deeply into Nagisa's auburn eyes. Once more, they began to well up with tears. Her angelic, yet tear soaked face looked up in desparation at Tamao, much similar to the one she gave her when they first shared a bed. Tamao knew that frightened look all too well. She simply wanted someone to be close to in her time of need.

"If that's what you want, I'll share your bed tonight." Tamao accepted.

Nagisa helped Tamao into her bed, before immediately wrapping both arms around her waist, and burrying her head into Tamao's shoulder once more. In response, Tamao returned the embrace. She used her left hand to support Nagisa's head, whilst her right rested on her back. And once more, Nagisa began sobbing into Tamao's shoulder. Perhaps this time, she'd cry herself to sleep in Tamao's arms. She repeatedly stroked Nagisa's hair to soothe her. Embraces like this with Nagisa came few and far between, and Tamao treasured each and everyone of them. Just as Nagisa finally fell into a deep sleep, Tamao reflected on the task ahead of her.

Worry not, my beloved. I will pay you back ten fold for taking Shizuma away from you. I will build you a paradise. One name at a time.

OK, time for some comments. Firstly, my decision to make Tamao Kira. If you've watched the anime, you'll obviously know that Tamao has a mega crush on Nagisa, but is always forced to look on from the sidelines thanks to Shizuma's advances. On top of that, I can easily imagine Shizuma being a bit of a slut(Kaori issues aside). I also decided to portray an arrogant and calculating side of her as well. She has a position of power in the three schools, and Nagisa's unconditional devotion, so it's easy to see her response as being, 'you can't do diddly squat' when Tamao confronts her over cheating on Nagisa. Given all of that, it's easy to imagine why Tamao might want her to dissapear. In saying that, I wanted Tamao's reasons for using the Death Note, and taking up the mantle of Kira to be different. After all, Tamao still has to be Tamao, not Light Yagami wearing Tamao's clothes(though that would be as funny as hell).

Finally, I tried to put less detail into descriptions. Often, I've found myself and my fics get bogged down with over-describing. So this time, I've tried to keep it short and sweet. Also(and I'm guessing this is part of the reason why I expect to be flammed), I've decided against using suffixes(chan, san, sama) etc. My reason for this is simply because, I don't know enough about them to use them properly.

I'm gonna change what years the girls are in. Here they are as a reference.

Nagisa: 3rd year

Tamao: 4th year

Yaya: 4th year

Hikari: 4th year

Tsubomi: 4th year

Chikaru: 5th year

Shion: 5th year

Amane: 6th year

Miyuki: 7th year

Shizuma: 7th year(also dead)

Well, with any luck, you might move on to the next chapter.

Strawberry Panic and all characters are property of Madhouse studios

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