Hibisha: Guess who's still alive?

TOBF: You're never getting free of exams are you.

Hibisba: Never. University is exhausting. Anyways, I don't own K project. Enjoy!

Prologue

Blood poured out of the stab wound in his shoulder, rain beating down on his back, his body throbbing in pain, making him grit his teeth as he clasped a hand tightly around the wound to try and make it stop bleeding.

Stupid JUNGLE. Stupid HOMRA. Stupid Misaki.

It was all his fault.

This alliance, this-this friendship, he hated it.

Snorting, he dragged his body through the alleyway painfully, feeling his body go numb. Not entirely sure if it was because of blood loss or because it was so cold.

But then again, he was always cold.

A renewed wave of dizziness made him falter in his steps and his body lurched sideways to slam against the wall, making him whimper as he felt his body be consumed in pain upon impact. Using it as support, he slid down to the ground. His breaths became labored as his vision began to blur out. Digging his hand inside his jacket, he began to feel for around his PDA. He had to send for help-there was no other way around it.

A small smirk graced his lips.

Help? What a joke.

Not finding the device where he had placed it, he figured he had probably lost it during the fight with those ignorant buffoons from JUNGLE. Tch.

Honestly, Munakata was probably going to have to physically restrain him from placing a knife in Hisui Nagare's chest himself.

Grimacing in pain, he forced himself on his feet once more and began to move, trying to see through the curtains of rain that surrounded him. A particularly cold gust of wind cut through his clothes like hot knife on butter and made him shiver horrendously. Dark spots began to dance about his field of vision as Fushimi sank to his hands and knees in front of the figure standing before him which had seemingly materialized out of nowhere.

More of JUNGLE?

The corner of his lips tugged upwards as he stared up at the woman standing before him, holding an umbrella.

So this is how it ends huh? Done in by a girl after being mobbed by several members of the Green clan, trying to kill him in order to claim the 'reward' - a fixed amount of points in a game.

What an amazing society.

Staring into the eyes of his probable, soon to be executioner, he sneered.

"Tch. Isn't it time you killed me already?" he rasped out, suddenly finding it hard to talk as a sudden pressure developed in his chest as if someone had placed a thousand bricks on his sternum, "Or are you waiting for me to bleed to death, you sick psycho bitch?" Her eyes widened before she shook her head vehemently and reached out a hand, offering him a small hesitant smile, her eyes reflecting an emotion which did not sit well with him.

She was offering help.

She was offering him help.

Anger bubbled inside his chest as a cruel laugh made past his lips. He glared at her, opening his mouth to let out a torrent of insults which would make her leave, make her go running in the opposite direction, straight home and cry herself to sleep. But another sharp pain shot up his spine, making him give out a small grunt of pain.

Brown eyes fixated themselves on him as the umbrella was flung away and suddenly he found himself being pulled up by a pair of steady hands as one arm wrapped around his waist, carefully avoiding the crimson soaked areas in case she accidentally brushed his wounds. Swinging his uninjured arm around her shoulders, she pulled him up.

He could feel her knees buckle under the sudden added weight but she managed to hold out.

He hated it.

He hated her for wanting to help him like this.

He hated people like her-people who looked at him with pity. Who wanted to help him so they could go to bed with a sense of heroism infused in their blood.

He was sick of it.

He was sick of everything.

But before he could cruelly rebuke her, his body sagged against her as the last of his strength left him and he blacked out.

Hibisha: Well i hope you guys liked it!