Hachime's POV-
No. How can this be happening? He's supposed to be my classmate. Why is he trying to kill me?
His hands had turned into claws, extra appendages bursting through his shirt to help claw at my face and crush my throat. He'd gained another pair of eyes, not to mention horns growing from his forehead.
"I'm so sorry, Hachi!" He screeched, tears pouring from his now-red eyes, "I can't stop! He's making me kill you!" The tone in his voice wrecked my heart. He'd always been adorable. Even now, with dragon wings and scales creeping onto his face he was cute as the hell he probably crawled from. "Hachi please!" I hated the hurt and pain in his voice, "Fight me! Kill me, Hachi! I'm begging you!" I gasped once before my hands flew to something cold and hard- my silver cross in my pocket. I smashed it against his chest and held it there, watching in silent horror and torment as he squirmed and screamed while smoke billowed from where the silver touched him. I forced myself to look away when he started to wail, not screaming. He wasn't wailing from pain, no, this was because he tried to kill me. I went to pull my hand away but another, cold as ice, pushed it down, burning that too. He sobbed something about him deserving this. Our fight for life turned from me fight him for mine to me fighting him for his.
"No! Noya!" I began to pull on my own hand, trying desperately to stop the silver contacting him.
"Noya… No… Don't… Don't go… Please…"
"Is he even still alive?" a concerned girl's voice asked.
"I think so…" A male responded, a warm hand taking my pulse and temperature.
"Oi," a new male shouted, "Hachi, are you awake?"
"Nngh… Yeah… Whaddid miss?" I mumbled groggily, sitting up. I had a red mark on my face where is fallen asleep on my hand.
"Everything." They all said at once.
"You fell asleep as soon as you sat down." Shima shrugged.
"Who's Noya?" Shiemi asked kindly.
"Oh. He's.. he's a friend of mine…" I fought the urge to just sob or even spill one tear with my classmates around.
"Well, I need you to tell me what herb should be used for burns." Yukio requested gently.
"Aloa. Aloha. Alao. One o' those." I grumbled, "Spiky green cactus with gel inside. Starts with 'A.' Doesn't hurt when you touch it, easy to break. Spread gel on burn-" No. Shouldn't have said burn. All I see is his flesh burning. I vomited on my desk and books, then on the floor.
"Kamiki, go get rags! Konekomaru, get water!" Yukio commanded, staring at me in an oddly disgusted yet gentle way. The two did as they were told, and soon my lunch was cleaned up.
"Sorry, Yukio… I just hate seeing things burn-" Not again. Don't puke. I held it in this time, swallowing thickly, "Noya died saving me from hi- dying. I watched him burn. I tried to help. He wouldn't let me. I hate myself…" I was gushing now, tears close to spilling, "He died in my arms and I couldn't do anything!" I was sobbing. Everyone fell silent as I sobbed into my hands, salty tears dripping between my fingers.
Well there goes not crying in front of them.
"Hachi, go to your dorm and rest up. Tomorrow we're summoning Familiars and I want you to try it this time." My teacher commanded. I obeyed by standing up and trudging out the door to my dorm, feeling everyone watch me as I passed.
As soon as the door was shut, I started sobbing against it.
I killed him.
He was going to kill you.
He had no choice.
He was a demon!
He was my friend!
I couldn't cry anymore, my tears had all dried up. I walked to my bed in a dazed way, before crashing onto my covers. I fell asleep after about an hour of staring at my ceiling. It was true, I did hate myself.
When I did crash, it was my fatigued mind hearing Noya's sweet singing.