Hello Hello all you AnoKano fans! This stroies a little different from what I normally write, seeing as it plays off of dark humor quite a bit. Also, this was written mostly out of spite. So if you see a character that isn't portrayed in the most positive light *cough* Kanon *cough* that's probably why.

There are many references to death, suicide, and bullying. So if these are triggering topics for you, I urge you to turn away now.

WARNINGS: As stated above, SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH, and DARK HUMOR all play prominent roles in this story.

Disclaimers: I in no shape or form own Vocaloid. All rights go to their official creators, so don't sue me please~ I also do not own the art used on the cover!

Word Count: 1,250

~START~

In hindsight, shouting 'Took you long enough' probably wasn't any sane person's first reaction to seeing their sibling balancing precariously on the railing on a bridge Then again, Kanon had figured a long while back that she wasn't like most people in that regard. In fact she had been overwhelmingly happy when she found that note resting on her pillow after returning home from soccer practice. You might even say she was elated to read over those four words scrawled messily across the paper that read: Raven's Park, Et Tu?

It didn't take a genius to figure out what the message meant, and Kanon had wasted no time booking it to the designated place. She wasn't about to miss this. No, not when she had been pushing it for so long. However it seemed her dear sister hadn't intended to go out without keying in an extra to the story.

Once there, she had run into an a̶n̶n̶o̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ old acquaintance of Anon's, a redhead named Cul who her sister had been infatuated with until the brat turned her down. Rather harshly, Kanon might add. The delinquent had purposely agreed to meet Anon behind the school after classes were over and then doused her in red paint as soon as she was sure her friend was recording. The video went viral, and Anon hadn't left her room for days.

Although, Kanon hadn't found it as funny as she thought it would. Surprisingly it hadn't been too hard to spin a rather flimsy tale of her sisters 'whorish tendencies' that the gullible little brat believed. Hell, they may have made a cute couple had Cul taken a step back to realize Anon was one of the most introverted people who ever lived. Then again, she supposed being a respected member of the Student Counsel had it's perks.

Oh well. It seems all her musings had given the brat a chance to approach her. Holding a folded piece of paper out quizzically, the redhead looked almost like a lost puppy looking for its mother. Kanon found it pretty pathetic honestly. Especially since the redhead couldn't even look her in the eye without fidgeting, probably due to some misconception that she actually gave a damn about her sister's wellbeing. She'd have to correct that later.

"So ah…" Kanon had to force down the urge to cringe as the brat finally managed to string together a sentence. "This isn't about the whole… Public humiliation thing, is it? Cuz if it is-"

"It isn't."

"O-Oh… Soo, about this letter then…?" Cul trailed off, trying her best to avoid eye contact. Kanon only scoffed at the teen before snatching the letter away and unfolding it, scanning over it with a bored expression.

Do you know my favorite dance? I'll tell you if you meet me at Raven Park. L̶e̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶i̶n̶t̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶o̶k̶a̶y̶?̶

Kanon clicked her tongue irritably. "Damn, you picked the wrong time to pity her."

"What?"

"Pff, get ready for a show." The blonde grumbled as she crumpled up the paper, gesturing for Cul to follow her. "I have a feeling she's not in a very patient mood today."

With that, Kanon started towards the center of the park, heading for the large stone bridge that looped wildly over a walkway far below it. She picked up the pace and didn't even bother checking to see if the redhead was following. Judging by the tentative footfalls trudging a little ways behind, it was safe to assume Cul's interest had been peeked.

Kanon smirked as the bridge finally came into view, along with a familiar blonde sitting perched on the ledge. Her smirked widened.

"Took you long enough!" She called out, drawing a miffed 'Likewise' from her twin as she got closer.

It was only when Kanon was standing almost directly behind Anon did she get a better look at her. She had to bite back a snarky remark as she realized her sister was wearing a mofuku, something typically worn by the grieving, not the dead. She also noted that Anon had removed her shoes and discarded them onto the ground, a carefully folded letter resting on top.

"You're really going to ruin one of mom's kimono's with this?" The older twin gestured to the 16 meter drop. "With your luck, you'll fuck up and survive."

"Mm, I'll just bleed out then." Anon shrugged, carefully pushing herself to her feet. "Cul's a no show?"

Kanon rolled her eyes before jerking her head in the direction of the redhead, who stood a little ways off. The brat looked petrified. Anon made a dramatic showing of leaning over to 'see her better' and pretending to lose her balance before catching herself when Cul let out an alarmed squeak. Kanon briefly cursed the dancers balance Anon showed off when she was feeling particularly rebellious.

She was half tempted to push her then and there.

"Cul! What's my favorite dance? Do you know?" Anon questioned, her arms thrown out to her sides, a smile stretching across her face.

"A-Ah… I… I don't-"

Kanon watched in amusement as the brat stumbled over herself to find an answer she obviously didn't know. Not that anyone would know the answer. Anon doesn't exactly have the body of a dancer after all. But it was still a humorous thought, knowing Anon could just be making shit up as she goes and Cul would be none the wiser.

"She'll never get it you know." Kanon cut in. "Who would honestly want to know anything about a clumsy airhead like yourself?"

"Mm hm." The younger twin nodded, her smile beginning to resemble that of a smirk. "Shall I be off then?"

"No!" Cul cried suddenly.

"No?"

"Haa…"

The teen stepped forward, her hands clenched into fists on either side of her. "Kanon… You- Why are you edging her on?! She'll die-"

"That's the point." Kanon interrupted.

"What…? You mean, you want her… You want Anon to die?" Cul's voice quivered pathetically. "Anon… You can't…"

"I mean, I caaan." Anon sang. And as if to prove her point.

She fell back.

"Watch me."

A scream filled the air as the sickening crack of flesh slapping against cement resounded through the air. Cul had darted towards the younger twin as she began her descent, but it seemed she just wasn't quick enough. Her fingers grasped nothing but air as she leaned over the railing where Anon had once stood, her terrified gaze locked on the mangled form of said teen laying motionless on the walkway below. The redhead collapsed to her knees, her shoulders trembling as she gagged, the image now burned into her mind.

Kanon wondered briefly if it was overly cruel of them to expose the teen to something so gruesome. But that thought was soon chased away by the bubble of laughter building up in her throat. She let a giggle or two though before stepping up to the brat in front of her.

Dropping the crumpled piece of paper onto the teens head, she decided it was about time to start heading home. And as she reached the start of the bridge she wondered if Cul would even take a second glance at the note. Would she even bother to check the backside of the paper and see the crossed out words meant for no one else but her?

Her questions were answered by the anguish scream that filled the air soon after she had made it halfway out of the park.

J̶e̶ ̶t̶'̶a̶i̶m̶e̶,̶ ̶C̶u̶l̶.̶ ̶

~END CHAPTER~

Oh right, this story escalates pretty quickly. Perhaps I should have mentioned that sooner. It's a long story, though the chapters are relatively short. I hope you all stick around for it, it would mean a lot.

Well, till next time!

Bye-Bye~