His chest ached. His mouth was dry. Sweat trickled down his forehead, but his feet didn't stop moving. He was to keep running, no matter what. His cheeks were flushed, but not because of the heat that swarmed through his body. Because he was embarrassed. Because his friend had just confessed his love to him. Because he just ran away, and that embarrassed him more than anything. He felt...uncomfortable.

He could hear Kaito's footsteps gaining on him, and gaining fast. He was always faster than him. Seeing as he was always on sports teams and things of that sort, "Please Piko! Wait!"

He felt his chest clench as he listen to his friend desperately beg for him to come back. Was this just any other pain, or guilt? The drum in his chest beat faster. His lungs tightened. It was growing hard to breath. He was never athletic, but this.

He fell to his knees, holding his chest in pain. It hurt. It hurt so much. He bit his lip to hold back from crying.

The pain was unbearable. He felt tears welling up in his eyes as he gasped for air. Praying from his lungs to be filled, but to no avail.

"Piko!" He heard Kaito call, the sight of his blue scary flowing in the wind bringing him little relief.

The blue haired boy dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed some hair out of his face, his hands were so so warm.

"What's wrong?" he whispered, "Can you talk?"

He felt sweat trickle down his forehead as he gasped for words. He couldn't say anything. He could barely move anymore. His entire body just shook and trembled. Then Kaito went silent.

His frantic breathing could no longer be heard in the empty hall. His trembling hands didn't so much as move anymore. It was quiet, aside from the sound of his heartbeat that seemed to echo out.

He nudged Kaito with his hand, the pain he got for doing that, nearly made his scream out in agony. Everything hurt so much. Kaito didn't even move a muscle. His eyes were unblinking. He was frozen. Piko gulped as he attempted to force anything out.

"Kaito…" he whispered. Nothing.

He heard the sound of footsteps, which would have been reassuring, but something felt off about them. They weren't frantic, but they weren't slow either. They had a rhythm to them. A constant tap tap tap. As if the person was trying to tease them, the agony of knowing that they were intentionally taking so long.

It was too dark for him to see who was coming, but he somehow know that it wouldn't be someone he wished to see. He stared at the ground, waiting for their feet to appear in the light. Tap tap tap…

"Pikooo~" he heard someone call. His voice was familiar, but too hard to place.

A boy stepped out into the light, a mess of bright pink hair stuffed under a beanie and yellow eyes.

The boy licked his lips, his tongue was long, and teeth a bit sharp. His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he kept that same rhythm to his walking.

With each step he could feel his chest aching more and more. Each time his foot hit the ground and he felt a shiver go up his spine. In his mind he was begging Kaito to wake up from whatever trance he was in. Even if Kaito couldn't help, he felt so afraid to be going through this alone.

"Are you ready?" He chuckled, kneeling down so that he was eye level with the boy. He leaned in closer, so close that their noses could've touched had Kaito not been in between them.

The boy hissed. The same of his breath made Piko feel a bit light headed,"Ready…?"

He tried to asked, but his body felt heavier than ever. His eyelids were struggling to stay open. The last thing be needed was this person doing whatever he pleased to him while he was passed out.

"Ready for our game," he stated cheerfully, "Ready to be mine."

"No," he sighed out. That was all he could say, that's all he wanted to say. Plain and simple.

The boy smiled a wide toothy grin. Each one of his sharp teeth now visible. He pressed his finger against Piko's forehead, pushing him back against the cold ground.

He tried to pull himself up before he finally dozed off, but he couldn't move. Everything hurt. The pain of just twitching his finger was enough to make him yelp and tear up.

The boy smiled, brushing a lock of pink hair out if his face. Pimo stopped looking at him, and turned his head to face the ceiling. The lights were off, but he still felt his eyes burn from staring at them. Or were they burning from the tears. He finally let the pain go away. He finally shut his aching eyelids. Relief swept over him. The pain was no more. He exhaled with no problems. He felt better.

Just before he couldn't hear anymore. Just before the world as he knew it was no more. He heard a chuckled. Felt a good hand against his cheek. Felt the finger nails find their way across his lips.

"Bye bye Piko~"