"P-please..." Osana whispered, "Ai-Aishi-san... Please..."
Ayano cocked an eyebrow. She was begging?
"I don't see the point to you begging at this point, Najimi-san." She spat the name like a racial slur, stepping closer to her rival once more. The girl huddled against the back of the shower room, sobbing into her hands.
Seeing her... Taro-Senpai's friend... In such a pitiful, horrified state.
It made Ayano grin.
She kneeled in front of Osana, who again tried to pull herself away from her. Ayano tilted her head, and reached a hand out to the girl's face, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Why are you crying?" She asked, "Why not merely accept that you're going to die?"
"I'm not crying for me." Osana spat, "I'm crying because Taro-kun doesn't deserve to be suck with something like you for the rest of his life!"
The knife was at Osana's throat in less than a second. Ayano could feel the blood thumping in her chest, hear it in her ears.
"And he deserves you? You may want him, Najimi-san, but you can never appreciate him the way I do."
"I never want to appreciate Taro-kun the way you do, you- you- you crazy bitch!"
And the knife plunged.
It happened in slow motion- her skin giving way and the knife slicing to get around her ribs, the blood being forced from her lips and onto Ayano's face, the light in her eyes dying.
But it wasn't enough.
Ayano stabbed again.
And again.
And again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again!
She was laughing, emotions rising in her that she'd never felt. Happiness!
Oh, she loved happiness! It was her favourite emotion so far.
So she kept stabbing.
She watched Osana's blood splatter, heard the laughter in her ears, and watched the corpse be so horrifically mangled.
"HOW WILL TARO-SENPAI EVER LOVE YOU NOW!?" She shouted to the corpse, "YOU'RE NOT SO CUTE ANYMORE, NAJIMI-SAN! OH, LOOK AT YOU! IF I WERE YOU, I'D JUST KILL YOURSELF RIGHT NOW!" She continued cackling, the beautiful feeling of happiness shuddering through her system, "BUT, LUCKY FOR YOU, I ALREADY DID THAT FOR YOU!"
The knife was still moving, despite it starting to cramp.
She couldn't stop. She couldn't loose this glorious, glorious feeling.
But she had to.
Ayano stood, her entire body shaking.
"The Big Bad Wolf huffed and puffed..." She half-sang, eyes wide, "and I knocked YOUR HOUSE DOWN!" She dropped next to the corpse and grabbed her by her stupid pigtails, "TARO-SENPAI WILL NEVER LOVE YOU NOW, BITCH! EVER! HE. WILL. BE. MINE!..." She pulled the corpse towards her and hissed, "And guess what? You know what the best part is? He has no choice. Eventually, when every girl that likes him is gone- they'll only be me! He- he has no choice! I'll be the only one left!" She hissed into the corpses ear, "I will make him love me... Hehehe... I will keep him forever, and ever... And ever."
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