Part 1: On that Day: Nio X Yuri

"It's no good, Nio-san."

Nio couldn't breathe. Not when shewas standing this close. Her savior, her light, the woman she had dedicated her life to serving. Right here, backing her up against the wall to where the only distance between them was the caged words of their hearts.

She yearned to free the monster inside her chest. To taint the angel's lips with her own and destroy all the barriers that ever existed. Just for today, Nio didn't want to follow the scrip. This moment might be the last chance before the final curtain fall. The scenario was perfect, the stage of opportunity hers for the taking.

But, Nio was…

Just do it.

"Chairwoman—"

The chairwoman inhaled deeply. Extending an arm out, she caught a strand of Nio's golden hair and twirled it between her fingers, her face subconsciously getting closer, closer and closer still.

She hesitated, drawing back a bit. Never had she felt this disgusting before. The chairwoman knew good- well that her desires were twisted and wrong and unfitting for a Queen Bee. The fragile treasure placed under her care was a child, definitely not innocent, but, a child nonetheless. Yet, she didn't want to stop herself. In fact, she wanted to go further. Much, much further.

Nio blinked. Heat rushed through her body. Her eyes glistened in an emotion not even the greatest of illusions could hide. It seeped into her pores, electrified the soul. Nio was strong; she should be able to make a move. It wasn't a problem for her in the past…

So, why was this any different?

Nio averted her gaze to the side, pulse racing and flush blossoming onto her cheeks. It must've been the green lights of the hexagonal shapes all around them that dizzied her and made her stomach twist with butterflies.

"Nio-san, do you hate me?" The chairwoman whispered into Nio's ears.

Nio fought herself from squirming as she felt the chairwoman's hot-breath tickle her eardrums. She loved it. More. Give her more.

The chairwoman brushed her hand down along Nio's jaw-line and traced her slim shoulders. The feel of Nio's soft skin on her fingertips was an ecstasy sweeter than hell. A paradise anyone would betray god for. Her toes curled into her shoes. Leaning herself into the curve of Nio's neck, her lips hovered over the flesh, teasing, tempting.

"T-that's mean, I would never hate you." Nio breathed erratically.

A shattered smile painted itself onto the canvas of the chairwoman's mouth.

"Oh my, then why is it that you never call me by my name?"

The chairwoman kissed Nio's shoulder.

"B-because, umm, ahh—"

"Why?" her grip tightened.

Nio had the face of a ripe strawberry. Sweat glistened on her. What was the meaning of this?

The chairwoman narrowed her eyes, slowly closing them, her forehead resting against Nio.

Her eyelashes were wet. Nio almost gasped.

Tears? No way, the chairwoman isn't crying. She doesn't do that… at least, not in front of others.

The silence hanging in the air suffocated time and distorted reality into pitiful dreams.

"Nio, if you don't call me by my name, I'll have to—"

Whatever the chairwoman was threatening to do, Nio died to know what it was.

"You'll?"

Looking straight into Nio, the chairwoman's expression transformed and darkened, a chaotic fever burning within her dilated pupils.

"I'll…" the chairwoman placed a hand on Nio, grasping the red ribbon tied onto her collared shirt.

This was it. The day Nio always longed to be real was about to happen. The whole idea of it was absurd and she blushed madly at it.

"I can't do it." The chairwoman sighed as if everything within her was suddenly smashed into pieces.

Nio's heart sunk fast.

The chairwoman stepped away from Nio, tears shining at the corners. She flashed her trademark smile, but, it was broken.

It killed Nio.

"You really are a cruel devil, Nio-san." She turned her back away from Nio, staring at her desk. "You should leave, class black starts tomorrow and you need your rest."

The weight of the entire universe crushed Nio in anvils. Her shoulders slumped. Eyebrows were furrowed together and her mouth was parted, forming a small o.

"But—"

"Nio-san, please. Go. That's an order."

Nio clenched a fist and released it just as quickly. She wavered. Submitting to the older women, Nio bowed.

"As you wish…Yuri."

Nio stumbled on the name. Obeying the orders, she swiftly headed towards the door. Pausing at the knob, she notched her head over her shoulder and ogled at Yuri, who remained in her rigid position. With an inaudible sigh, Nio left the room.

Yuri whipped around, disbelief etching every fiber of her being. She imagined it; Nio hadn't actually said her name. Right?

She trudged up the steps to her swivel chair and desk. Plopping down, she tapped a few buttons and brought up a screen with a bright, sunny and smiling red-headed teenager.

"This year's Queen Bee candidate, Ichinose Haru," her gaze softened. "You know, being the Queen Bee is a lonely thing. I'll feel sorry for you if you take my place." The chairwoman propped her elbows onto the desk and buried her face into her palms. Nio...

….

Outside the room, Nio slid to the floor. She stared at the ceiling, her head resting back against the door for support. Tears rolled and splashed onto her skirt. She would've punched the tears off of her if she weren't feeling so weak and dead inside.

Nio's thoughts whirled. The scene she had in mind ended in a fashion she didn't expect. It was ruined now. There would be no more tries. Sure, tomorrow would come, class black would start and she'd still get to be with Yuri, however, nothing would be the same. They had played on uncharted grounds, crossed boundaries, upset the balance.

Sitting there, Nio listened to the sound of the darkness singing riddles to her.

In that instant, she found the answer to her problems. And everything changed.

She finally knew what her wish would be if she won— whenshe won class black.

I'll kill the Queen Bee candidate, I can't let her live. I don't care about this Haru girl, not even if we could've been…friends. I will make my wish come true. It has to come true. It has to.

Nio looked forward, irises blazing. Ichinose Haru, I won't let anyone kill you except for me. I promise~

On that day, a shark-like grin was born.

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A/N Part of my new thing I'm doing where I write one-shots of crack ships (and roommate ships but that's a part of a different chronicle I'll be posting). Part two will be coming soon with a new ship in store, but, who will it be? you'll have to stick around and find out! *says this in a cheesy TV show narrator voice.* But, thank you so much to all who reads this, it just makes me happy! Ya'll rock!