Most fairy tales start with "Once upon a time," and end with "And they all lived happily ever after."

The middle is usually pointless.

There is a prince needing a princess.

Wicked witches and all that.

But...I don't want to live the same fairy tale, the one that's been lived a thousand times over.

My cast is different.

My stepmother is not wicked, nor is my stepsister wicked.

The Prince is still a Prince but a promiscuous one at that.

And his fairest Princess is fair but she's also in my way.

I may be just a servant in this, a knight, a pawn, but I plan on wearing a crown at the end of this.

Not for my own sake, but his.

I'm the only one who can make him happy.

And...

For the one I love, I'll do anything.

No matter what I want to protect the fleeting happiness in your smile.

You're my everything.

My happiness.

My sadness.

….

Well to be frank you're the only thing that makes me feel anything.

….

And for us to achieve that desired "Happily Ever After…"

I'll get rid of anyone that interferes.

Even if my glass slippers end up soaked in blood.

That would make an interesting story after all.

Right?

This smoke smells oddly delicious, almost making me hungry. It smelled like beef in a frying pan, like when Mom was making breakfast or when Mayu was making dinner.

But it's garbage burning, nothing more, nothing less. I shouldn't feel any guilt about tossing out the trash. All carefully gathered and disposed of in the incinerator. I don't think the feeling I'm experiencing is guilt. The rapid beating of my heart, this must be excitement.

….

I hurt that girl without a second thought.

I didn't care what happened once I picked up the scissors.

That is the absolute truth.

I hadn't meant to hurt Alys.

I really hadn't.

At least that's what I'll say if anyone ever finds out.

I only wanted to talk to her about Mikuo, that's all.

But she was just so rude, so uncaring about the feelings of others. She just didn't care. Sure she didn't have to accept Mikuo's advances, and I was happy that she didn't, but it didn't give her right to say such rude things.

I just wanted her to apologize.

I didn't care whether she wanted to apologize or not.

She hadn't just insulted him and his entire family, she want as far as to make sure he never spoke to her again.

Mikuo had asked Alys out on a date a while ago, he asked her quite a few times, but she wasn't interested, and had begun to get incredibly annoyed by his attempts to impress her.

I didn't know why Mikuo liked her, I assumed it was because she was foreign. A true french beauty in her own right. Curvy, but somewhat lacking in the bust area, which I think is normal for our age group, she just had that cool air about her, and she seemed to enjoy it even if she seemed completely indifferent about it. I had witnessed Mikuo's odd fascination with the girl, firsthand through phone calls and late nights watching him through the glass of his bedroom window and I didn't really like that. It's just a phase as Mikuo never stays interested in any girl for longer than a week unless she's particularly gifted...or she swallows. Anyone else has…conveniently disappeared.

Alys had quite a few fans at Crescendo High when she began attending last semester, guys and girls alike were enchanted by the silent beauty that graced the halls, she pretty enough to put Miku to shame, which meant they butt heads quite a bit. Which was a good reason for to hate anything related to her.

When Mikuo asked her out the first time she only replied "On t'a bercé trop près du mur?," which understandably Mikuo didn't really know what she said, but it clearly was a no.

When he asked her the second time she said, "Tu es completement débile." which he also didn't understand, Alys probably not getting that she was insulting him in a language he didn't speak and therefore wasn't deterring him at all.

Mikuo adored the chase through, it was a lot more fun to work for it then having it handed to him, to which I mumbled that he was like a hamster on a wheel, no matter how hard he worked he wasn't getting any closer.

When he asked her again, and seemed to get that she wasn't interested he replied "Your loss."

She stared at him and then Alys finally replied in english, and as rude as she could be with him.

" All you Hatsunes are the same. Self-entitled brats who think just because they have money that they deserve anything and everything they want. You're nothing but high grade garbage that your parents don't even acknowledge unless it makes them look good," she then said "Tu me peles le jonc," and sauntered away, her hands balled into fists, and her cold purple eyes not even wavering for a moment. Understandably angry as most would be when someone was always ignoring their wishes to be left alone. Luckily for everyone involved she happened to say it to him after school, when the halls were empty for the most part. I'm sure if there had been a crowd, things may have gone differently, maybe for the better on her part.

Mikuo but up a good front, feigning it hadn't hurt him to hear those words, but he was very much so upset, as I found him fighting back tears behind the school. Head buried between his legs refusing to look up to even see who it was approaching him, though I was the only one who would've gone to check on him. No matter how hard he fought them the tears still came, rolling down his red cheeks. His hands clenched tightly to his arms, squeezing his uniform's sleeves, wrinkling substantially.

"I'm not garbage Masayuki, I'm not garbage right? I'm just as good as my sister. I'm not garbage." He repeated it over and over, every time the words got shakier and less intelligible.

"Please just tell me I'm not garbage...I'm not garbage...I'm not...I-I'm not...I…"

I can't forgive her for this.

Mikuo's trigger word had always been garbage, something his parents used to describe him when he couldn't keep up with his sister, often neglected and always ignored no matter how hard he tried and eventually they stopped calling him anything. When anyone mentioned garbage there was always a moment where he would twitch and if it was directed at him, well he'd become angry or in this case break down. No one knew this about him, besides me and I was careful to make sure he never had to fear being called that again. After all Mikuo was a precious blue prince, someone worthy of respect and admiration.

"She's probably right you know? Everyone hates me, and says stuff like that behind my back like I can't hear them...I must really be horrible…"

How could anyone hate someone like you?

"Mikuo-kun...You're not garbage, and how can anyone hate you? I lo- er...I mean you should know by now you aren't garbage. What's a nobody like Alys know anyway! She's not even a complete Vocaloid yet...um…," I struggled to find better words to say, without letting "I love you"escape my mouth again or anything close to it. I can't talk to him, I just can't get the words out. I can't confess those sweet words to him. But let's not get sidetracked! I mean Mikuo is in tears right now. I mean seeing someone like him break down like this upset me, but a part of me enjoyed seeing him helpless and desperate for attention, desperate for me in particular, even if I knew it wasn't normal to feel that way.

I love you.

Mikuo chuckled softly, raising his head, wiping away his own tears, trying to save face like always, even if his eyes were red. He smiled briefly only saying "Thank you." He paused looking me over and sighed before ushering me closer with a wave of his hand.

"Ne, Masa-chan lean down for a moment okay?" Which I followed, kneeling down in front of him, before I noticed that coy grin on his face, a sure red flag, which I instinctively leaned back a bit, hoping this wasn't leading me to getting pinched or something.

Well I was wrong. Very wrong.

Mikuo only leaned closer, pecking my cheek, fairly quickly, before counting down from ten to one. When he finally got to one, I finally realized what happened and it took all I had to not blue screen right there.

And with a beet-red face I blurted out "D-Did you just kiss me?!"

Mikuo wasn't fazed by the volume, only succumbing to giggles not a moment sooner, attempting to cover his mouth but was failing completely.

The response he offered was "It isn't fair if I'm the only one embarrassed," with that same coy grin that could make a sinner change his ways, (or possibly made them more sinful than before.)

I went to complain again, brain completely fried, emotions haywire, but words wouldn't come out and Mikuo seemed to like it that way, daring to do it again if I didn't calm down. Teasing me into a corner as always, bright eyed and carefree. The way I liked seeing him the best.

I seriously love you.

I feel so in love like Cinderella.

However even though Mikuo was pretty much over it, I wasn't. I had a nasty habit of holding a grudge, when it came to Mikuo, usually nothing outside of him really seemed to faze me unless allowing it to do so benefited me. Like acting like someone deciding to bully me really hurt me to any extent, and then watching Mikuo beat someone's face in for my amusement. Again something I knew was not a healthy thing to enjoy.

However I knew Alys wouldn't be that easy to get rid of in that sense, because Mikuo probably wouldn't hit a girl or go near Alys again.

Most troubling.

I'm not sure if I ever noted it before but Mikuo-kun is a very heavy sleeper. Through I guess I've never really had to, since this is my first time attempting this, but I guess this is the first time his window has ever been locked as well.

I tend to only watch him from the tree outside his window, since it's easy enough to climb and I felt like if I ever came inside I'd be interrupting his beauty sleep, but even so the window is always open. Today I decided maybe standing inside wouldn't be so bad. I mean as long as I'm quiet it shouldn't really bother anyone. But the window isn't open, and I didn't realize it was locked until I went to grab it, and kind of well, lost my footing on the branch. So here I am hanging from the windowsill, far too high off the ground to let go, and I am definitely not calling for help...but I can't hang here all night.

I mean I should do something before my arm gets tired or the help find me and call the police. Again.

So I grab the other edge of windowsill and maybe just maybe I can force the window open without breaking it.

Or at the very least find a safer way to get down or get back to the tree.

I find myself wishing I had worn some warmer clothes, it's kind of cold, well not kind of, it is really really cold. I should pay more attention to things like that. That's probably why the window is closed.

Help.

I push the window again, trying to hold on with my left hand and push with my right, this time with my face, immediately wincing at the cold glass pressed up against it, but I, expecting that it wouldn't open anyway pressed against the glass quite hard, but the window opened inwards and I toppled inside smacking into the hardwood floor. Well just the top half of me, the bottom half was still flailing, hanging out the window.

After a moment I managed to drag myself inside, close the window with an unusually loud sigh. I was relieved I hadn't fallen to my death or broken anything, though I was certain the window was locked before, but just now it just...well opened.

I looked around and squeaked, remembering where I was, and my heart started to race, pounding in my chest. I was in Mikuo's bedroom! Everything in here knew him personally, touched him, been in his presence. I bit my lip, trying to control myself, if I got too loud he'd wake up.

Calm down, don't drool on anything.

I tip-toed towards his bed, much bigger than I anticipated, or than it looked from the window, but I guess it would be weird to expect Mikuo to sleep on a normal sized bed. He's practically royalty, the precious blue prince. He was lying on his stomach, his arm hanging off the bed, hair matted to his forehead. My eyes however darted to the bottle of pills on his bedside table. It sent a wave of panic throughout my body. It flashes in my eyes again, the blood dripping from his wrists, him violently screaming at me, begging me to just let him go, and the dizzying amount alcohol spilled on the floor. Because he believed garbage like himself wasn't worth being alive. He said he wouldn't do it again after calming down...but….

Oh god he didn't did he?!

I found myself grabbing his arm desperate for a pulse.

There was one, he was just asleep after all, I thought he had...gotten depressed again and he tried to take too many pills. It's something I don't like thinking about, it only makes me even more protective of him. He's just too fragile. I glance back to pills.

They were sleeping pills.

Prescribed to Mikuo Hatsune

Take one pill by mouth before bed.

Refrain from taking more than two within 24 hours

I never knew Mikuo had sleeping problems, he's never brought it up before. Though I guess if his mind is always racing it must be hard to slow down. And sometimes he mentions having bad dreams that make it hard to sleep. But still I don't like not knowing things about him.

But I guess learning new things about Mikuo is fun.

I'll be sure to write this down later.

I should leave.

But…

I really want to lay next to him for a little while.

I want to feel his warmth against my body, his breath against my neck, his arms wrapped around my waist…those lips against my cheek.

My heart is racing, my breath is hitching, my hands are shaking. My mouth is dry.

Mikuo you're really dangerous you know, you're going to kill me one day just by sitting there. Seriously fantasizing about him like this is an unhealthy habit of mine, especially since if I ever got the chance to make any of this a reality I'd probably talk my way out of it and then regret it. But watching him is just fine.

I need to get out of here, before I do something rash. I don't need him to know that I was here.

He might find it weird...I mean I'm just sitting here watching him sleep.

I mean I usually do that from outside, but you know that by now.

I think it'd be a lot easier to just go out the back door, that way at least I won't trigger any alarms.

Well hopefully.

I spent a few days thinking it over, as she posed no threat to me. As she didn't like Mikuo, but even so while she didn't pose a romantic threat to me, she still posed as a threat to Mikuo's happiness. He was often taking the pills now, always two, he was careful to avoid her, but on days he happened to pass her by he'd visibly stiffen. He'd stop talking, he'd hang his head, and I did not like that. I didn't like this sudden imbalance in power or his behavior.

I mean I didn't even have that much control over him, and now this nobody does?

Unacceptable.

Do not pass go, do not collect 200$, and preferably please walk away from my game of monopoly through the open window.

But that wouldn't be enough for me, I was upset by this, and very unreasonably so. I guess from anyone's perspective (besides my own) being that possessive of someone probably doesn't make much sense or seem healthy, but I don't really care too much for right and wrong by anyone else's standards...at least in that respect.

I do strive to be a normal everyday student. I try to look like a normal student through my hair tends to be the only thing I can't really change. My hair is rather messy, or fluffy I should say, my hair has colored tips, naturally through, everyone in my family has that. We are cursed to have the entire rainbow tinting the tips of our hair. I'm a bit shorter than I wished but I'm shorter than Mikuo so that's okay, I can hardly imagine what it would be like if I was taller than him. My eyes are the same shade of yellow as my sister and my mother, so at the very least all Hidaris look related.

I try my hardest at school, through the only subjects I'm good at are English or Literature (whichever one prefers to call it) and biology. I'm not too good at math or PE, but that's just to balance myself out a bit, I figure if I'm good at everything people will pay too much attention to me. I'm a member of the Gardening Club, started my Luka Megurine and Kaiko Shion. I'm the only boy in the club but the girls there are nice and they enjoy having me around. I spend most of the time trimming the hedges and planting new flower beds. My favorite flower are the chocolate cosmos growing in the greenhouse. The warmer it is the more pleasant the scent is, also it smells like vanilla, and as a plus, Mikuo likes hanging around whenever they're blooming.

I eat lunch on the school roof with Mikuo and I walk with him on his way home.

I'm a normal high school student. That's the image I want to give people.

In actuality of course that's not the case.

Being good at Literature just means I can talk my way out of things better, biology gives me a better understanding of the human body, and well being a part of the gardening club makes it easier to carry around gardening tools without it being suspicious as well since the girls gossiped quite a bit I heard a lot of useful information on students that way. Also the gardening club is fairly close to the incinerator. You know for easy disposal should I need it.

It's not like I did all these things planning to hurt someone but that didn't mean I didn't need to know these things. After all school is supposed to train you for life.

And being a Hidari just means you're going to eventually have a trail of bodies in your wake. And you might as well know how to hide those bodies.

But the more I mused about it I didn't want Alys to go away, I wanted her to disappear. I found her presence more than irritating now. I want her to go away.

Poison and whatnot was already ruled out, because those seemed too easy. I hadn't actually harmed another person before, but I wanted to now, for Mikuo's sake.

But I guess if I could get Alys to apologize she could remain above ground, instead of mulch for the flowers..

All I wanted was a simple apology, and I was sure that that's what I would get when I approached her after school in the science club room. The science club didn't have many members besides a few nerds, Haku Yowane, to name one, and that made it a lot easier for what I was going to do. The room was the last one on the end of the third floor south corridor, the only exit on that end was a window and stairs which were located all the way on the side. Distance was crucial, as well as population. Chances of escape were low. The layout of the room was important as well. But the only inside were a few white lab tables, and two large cabinets filled with various chemicals. The second door which lead into the clubroom had been broken for awhile now so she only had one way out which she probably wouldn't be able to get to. But just a precaution I had checked out all the other rooms on the floor and...rearranged a few things. Honestly there are too many desks on this floor, now my arms hurt.

I had some yellow gloves on, thick enough not to leave prints, through they looked like the gloves I usually wore to school as I didn't want to draw any attention to myself. I sadly couldn't find any of the bottles I needed, which means this couldn't get too messy. I wouldn't have anything to thoroughly clean up with.

But none of this meant anything as long as she apologized.

Which part of me knew she wasn't going to do...and was thrilled that she wouldn't.

Since this was something that needed to be taken care of, I was willing to miss out on walking home with my beloved today.

I waited around for an hour or so, just as the last few members left, but Alys remained glued to the table, focusing on something or other. Since it was Friday, the school teachers were pretty lazy about getting all students off campus to close it, in fact only one person was left to close the school and they often didn't start rounds until seven o'clock, and it was just around five, at the very least I had an hour. Which is how Alys and I were left basically alone at school.

Alys was apparently really good with chemistry stuff, but since she preferred not to be bothered she was the only member still hanging about. Playing with some green liquid in a test tube. Her hair braided up in a bun, possibly to keep the navy blue locks from getting in her face, bangs framing her expressionless face, her eyes completely focused on whatever she was doing. Looking as always like she really truly didn't want to be bothered. That didn't deter me any though, but my attempts were in vain as she only replied to me in french again and continued to do as she had been doing.

I tried again.

Same result.

"Don't you think you owe him an apology? You did say some really mean stuff back there..."

She dropped the test tube, shattering upon impact with the floor, I only now noticing her shaky disposition, and I was in the dark about what I said to upset her. Her expression was still flat but she replied loudly "I want absolutely nothing to do with that family, or anyone in it. Especially not that teal-haired twat that you obviously enjoy defending or his parasite of a sister. He was harassing me, and if anything he owes me an apology!"

She's irritating. Seriously irritating. She doesn't even know Mikuo, she needs to be taught some manners.

Doesn't she know her place?

Then I saw them, a pair of slightly rusted scissors on the lab table next to her.

Why not try forcing her to apologize? After all Mother said people like her need to be punished.

No one will do anything to hurt the one I love.

I won't allow it.

Alys quickly went back to ignoring me going to pick up the glass shards off the floor mumbling to herself. I still couldn't understand how she could hate Mikuo but it's not like she'd have much time to figure out why. After all I always wanted to try...running with scissors.

How could I pass up such a great chance to try out something new?

I approached slowly, careful to grab the scissors off the table without looking suspicious, part of me saying this is a bad idea and the other part delighting in my ability to find this not completely morbid.

This is for him after all, and I don't care as long as I'm doing it for him.

I saw my opening and took it, she was defenseless and I had the upper hand.

Of course...everything went wrong.

I had been aiming for her neck, for that one spot, you know the carotid artery, if hit it right she'd just bleed out helpless to stop it, but then again still very messy, and if she ran I'd just chase her down, she didn't look like someone that particularly athletically gifted. But the moment my hand swung down, she turned around and attempted to move, I still connected through, as she didn't quite move out of the way, and the scissors connected with her eye, puncturing it, lodging the blades inside.

I don't care.

She stumbled trying to stand and fell back on the ground, hitting the cabinet behind her knocking several beakers to the ground, shattering around her, all the while screaming as loud as she could for help.

I don't care.

I was more than happy to oblige.

Die. Die. Die.

Her breathing was erratic, and she kept scrambling trying to figure out to do but she couldn't seem to get her body to cooperate with her, the unrelenting fear and adrenaline working against her. She was paralyzed.

I figured since I missed there was no problem with going with the flow, there are more ways to skin a cat after all. She backed herself into a corner, still trying to back away through as if she would get anywhere that way. I reached out and grabbed her leg and pulled her away, she lost her grip and hit her head on the ground, which seemed to knock the wind out of her, as she went quiet besides a small gasp of air. I sat on her abdomen, legs locking her hips in place, I'm not particularly heavy, but I am quite strong when I need to be, not to toot my own horn. She struggled yelling at me again but it wasn't anything I cared to note or remember. I got a grip on the scissors again, pulling them slowly, and her screaming only began again. She grabbed onto my wrist, tighter than I anticipated, attempting to wrench free or perhaps just make me let go. But it didn't make me halt in the slightest. I felt an all encompassing numbness to her agony. I didn't feel anything. In that moment she wasn't anything but a roadblock to my happy ending, and just like any game, the hero, the heroine never quits until obstacles are destroyed. Since she was pulling my grip down I might as well let her. So I did. The moment I did, I was tugged forward, but the scissors only forced themselves deeper into eye, she let go and screamed. Her eye looked to be drowning in blood or maybe it had turned red? I wasn't sure if that even mattered though. The panicked one beneath me might be the only one who cared to know that but she was busy crying and desperately trying to figure out to leave the scissors in or out.

A beautiful harmony of blood, tears, and screams to delight my senses.

Die. Die. Die.

I could only imagine what that must feel like, having your eye pulled out the socket, and powerless to do anything about it. The pain and frustration must have just been amazing. Like a butterfly being held by its wings as they were ripped off. It must feel something like that. Her other eye however remained locked on me in terror, that indifference long gone, replaced by fear.

Her cornea, the entirety of her eyeball, or what remained was stuck on the scissors blade, and the optic nerve the only thing keeping me from ripping it out. But it's not like she could really use the thing anymore. I'm actually doing her a favor.

Her mouth opened but no words came out, just a choked growl before she stopped moving. I leaned closer confused, I barely touched her and she just died? That's not the way this is supposed to go. But this is actually still my first time doing this so maybe this is just how things work?

I am still fuzzy on what happened next, as next thing I knew I was on my back, and all I could see was Alys hobbling out the door, a trail of blood following her. The scissors still in my hand. She managed to toss me entirely off of her. Guess she's stronger than she looks.

To think she sacrificed her eye to get away is kind of pointless. There's nowhere to run. But I guess this makes things interesting.

But I'm still bored.

Locked.

Why were all the doors in this hall locked?! Why were the stairs blocked off? Why is this happening?!. Her heart was racing as she helplessly tried to find an escape, but every room was blocked off in ways that seemed far too convenient too not be planned. Desks stacked in such a way by the stairs that moving them was impossible, and by the time she probably managed to get them to move, she'd probably lose her remaining eye. And the pain. The god awful pain spreading through her head, like thousands of red hot pokers stabbing into her at once. She lurched forward, swaying as her vision began to fade in out again, gripping the wall to stay balanced. It hurts. It really does. She's choking down bile for the third time, refusing to throw up.

She doesn't want to waste any time, she doesn't want to die, at least not without telling someone how she felt.

Miku Hatsune.

The one she some way somehow managed to fall in love with, and was unlucky enough to catch the attention of the brother. Her tsundere tendencies prevented her from saying it properly, easily angered and embarrassed, she preferred to keep her mouth shut. But she loved that girl. One who had no fear and continued on with such grace and didn't seemed bother by anything. The way she wore her hair, down to the way she commanded respect without saying a word, she was just too much. If only she could just say those words to her without getting worked up...and if she didn't figure out something soon she wouldn't be saying anything ever again.

She's swaying, left and right, over and over. Any blood coming from the wound has slowed, but she can feel it. Dried to her cheek, causing a horrible itchy sensation. She can taste it on her lips, the unpleasant metallic flavor stuck on her tongue, and the scent of it in her nose, causing her to dry heave again.

"Ne ne, Alys! Where have you gone? This really isn't the time to be playing hide and seek is it? But if you want to play, I'll play with you. I'll play with you until the clock strikes twelve!"

The childish sing-song voice echoing down the hall, sounding far too playful, his light footsteps sounding like he was skipping after her. How slow was she actually moving?

This kid is seriously going to kill me. I need to find a place to hide.

She only had one option. The last door at the end of the hall. The old dance room, that had quickly turned into the new storage room. The door was open. She didn't have time to think about how suspicious that was, as the boy's voice was getting closer.

"Alys, I have to be home soon! You really should just come out! No use in hiding anymore!"

Then she heard it, the sound of the scissors opening and closing, repeatedly, echoing in her ears, filling her with an unrelenting sense of dread.

Her heart is pounding in her ears, in her skull, frantically looking for a place to hide, moving as quickly as she can to hide.

But then suddenly everything goes white. She can't see anything anymore, not her hands and definitely not the room, and now the pounding is beginning to become painful. Unbearable, bile rising in her throat again.

She collapses, from shock, from pain, she can't move. She can only hear everything else around her, including the footsteps quickly approaching.

She wants to move, she wants to live, but her body isn't listening to her, no matter how hard she wills it, she just can't move.

"Ne, Alys? Ora? You stopped moving again! This makes things easier, you've made things quite difficult and messy, I'll be here all night cleaning this up!"

She feels something nudge at her legs, but she's helpless to stop it.

She can hear him pacing around her humming, seemingly enjoying the terror he was making her experience. She's frightened but she won't give him the pleasure of seeing her panic or beg for her life. It was beneath her to act in such a way. Through part of her was hoping he'd get bored and go away.

"I'd tell you to look at me when I say this but...by now you can't see anymore can you? But it's okay, I'll make sure your efforts are well rewarded Through I sort of thought you'd try to run away some more. Anyway, goodnight Alys, have a nice dream okay?"

She can't react, but she feels it. A sharp blow to the side of her head and then everything goes black.

I looked her over, once or twice, trying to figure out what to do now. He could very well keep assaulting her right now. I could stab her in the other eye until I force the scissors all the way to the floor, barreling her out essentially, but that'd be far too messy. And I already had a hour of cleanup to do now. I could snap her neck but that would far too anticlimactic. I just didn't want it to be boring. Well I could at the very least clean up my mess and figure something out later. Alys doesn't seem like she'll be moving much anymore.

I'd need to find the mop for this floor, and clean up that trail of blood. I'd need to burn my clothes too and anything else that would...detrimental to my albi should anything happen after this. And if I know anything as a Hidari, I know how to clean up after myself. Or use a mop really.

As I started I felt it again, a pain in my stomach. It hurt quite a bit, and the more I attempted to ignore it the more prominent it became. Just mop up the blood. Don't think about it. Don't think about her family, her friends, or anything like that. Minor characters don't get to have those things! If I keep believing that then everything will be fine. Heroine's don't feel guilty!

Honestly...Mom makes this stuff sound easy, but at least...Mikuo won't have to feel troubled anymore. I can bear it for him.

I can do anything if it's for him.

The pain subsides and I continue mopping. Just don't think about it, it's just like regular clean up time! Just toss out the garbage.

And I know where to toss garbage.

It's dark, really dark. And cramped, Alys was no longer sure if it's because of her injury or if time has passed, but at least that blonde psychopath has finally left her alone. But she can't move. She can clearly feel her legs moving but they weren't really going anywhere. The feeling of being cramped and just how small the area she's in is finally setting in, and it's hard to breath in here, the air is heavy and smells like ash. She goes to move her hand and it bumps into something sharp. What was she even laying on? It felt like some type of plastic, soft, smooth and cool to the touch but it's uneven on all sides. Some sides seem sharper than others and nothing seems connected to anything.

Then she realizes what that is underneath her. That oddly lumped object beneath her is a trash bag. And not just one, it's a bunch of them placed underneath her, next to her,- click

Click

Click

Click

Click

The sound is intensifying like something was trying it's hardest to start or turn on.

The clicking is turning into a crackling now, and it's getting warm, warmer still.

And then it hits her, she knows where she is.

The school incinerator.

She starts the force her legs to move, but nothing happens, they're stuck, and the heat is intensifying, she reaches out to touch the wall, but it sears her hand immediately and she draws back, helpless.

The heat is everywhere, and with each breath she's inhaling ash. Her hands have ceased moving now, as has the rest of her. She's out of ideas and out of time. She can't move and she can't see anyway out of this, literally and figuratively. She opens her mouth to scream but her mouth is dry and all that comes out is a dry raspy gasp of air.

The fire is quickly destroying everything it touches, the black bags, her legs, burning through the skin, the tendons, the bones everything. Every inch of her and she's alive for all of it. It hurts but the pain is enough. The shock good enough to knock her back out, the only merciful thing to happen to her, the fire consuming the rest of her relentlessly like she was just like everything else ever tossed into its mits.

Garbage.

Mikuo Observation Diary #3649

Mikuo was incredibly happy today! I'm not sure why but he seemed to be totally on air. He also had some of his hair in a ponytail, with the cutest blue ribbon. In fact I'm sure he has a new highlight in his eyes, they seem sparklier than usual. He was wearing his uniform wrong as per usual, as he seems to have an issue with buttoning it correctly, I mean I can only see a little beyond his neck but he should be a bit more considerate. My cooling fan can't take much more of this. He called me "Masa-chan" today too. Everything is going well j

However he seemed to notice that Alys wasn't around today but not long enough for it to be concerning. He brushed it off.

Nothing else to report I guess. Mikuo is happy so let's just go with that!

Mikuo slept well tonight as well, no nightmares and no nighttime visitors. He took the pills today, well just one. He did get up to go to the bathroom around 2:45 a.m which is weird since he usually wakes up at 4 a.m to go to the bathroom. I'm not complaining, I'll just note that in the nightly routine journal I've been keeping.

Also tomorrow marks the tenth year I've known Mikuo, I'll have to do something really special for him. :)

Other Journal #1

I'm not sure if I should keep a journal about this but, I need to say something. I feel bad. I don't want to do this again. I don't want to hurt anyone. Maybe I overreacted? I mean I get jumpy whenever I'm near the club rooms or when I have to take trash to the incinerator. It's like I can still hear her in there. Smell her, see her. It's maddening. But I don't want to think about any longer. I'll write more if it persists. It's odd, I just feel like she's watching me. That's ridiculous through. Ghosts don't exist. My story isn't supernatural so they wouldn't make sense to exist anyway. I need to relax or else I'll come off suspicious. Plus if I get too frazzled Mikuo will worry about me and that's the last thing I want him to do. I'm not worth it.

In the beginning I guess I felt some type of guilt about it, but sometimes a heroine has to do things she doesn't want to do, and I'm no different.

But I'm not afraid to do those things.

I'm sure Cinderella was lying herself, it wasn't an accident, definitely dropped her shoe on purpose.

And just like she did I'll proclaim my love for you, and leave you only my glass shoe.

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Sometimes a Prince needs some guidance in getting to where he needs to be.

And I'm okay with any methods needed to get him there.

I hope this makes a feasible start to a new story, after all I spent way too long on it. If you don't like it please give me ways to improve. If you like it then feel free to leave me a comment to. If you want a character in my story I'll add them as long as you tell me enough about them to see where they could be added!