Obsession
A/N: Hello again, my dear readers! This is just but one other story that plagued my mind that I've decided to upload on here. This time, Death's apprentice is thrown into Heavenly Host Elementary to take on another task! To save as many as possible and exit the haunted academy! Only difference is that this time, he'll have a darker path mirroring his own to contend with. Bonds will be made, scarred, and broken, so without further adieu, Obsession!
One Take
"Will you be my boyfriend?" Heavenly Host Elementary.
Weird.
Contrary to popular belief, in the eyes of the God amongst Men, the multiple building teaching facility was less than frightening. The withered walls of the academy deemed more annoying than terrifying.
"Uoaaaarrrggghhh!"
Except for that.Stuffing his muscularly slim form into the nearest rusted locker, he closed it upon fitting inside. Like a raging bull, the lumbering beast of an apparition stomped his way past, taking no heed of the occupied locker as he allowed his hammer to split the floorboards apart as he went. By the time it turned the darkened hallway, Uzumaki Nakaru was already out and about, scouring the various classrooms along the halls.
He just made it past the lavatories when he heard it.
"Gaa...guurggu...gaarrr...gaarggll..." 'Maybe I should...
Then he saw where the sound was coming from.
Girls....yolo, right?"
Walking in without another thought, he flared his chakra, only succeeding in calling upon his cloak. He walked slowly through the reasonably sized room, allowing the serenely demonic chakra encircling his form to afford him some much desired light. He began to check the stalls one by one.
The first, also the closest to the washroom entrance opened soundly, creaking until it clattered against the side of the stall. A note, attached to the wall behind the yellow water-filled toilet, read:
"The smell of pneumonia reeks here."
Then the stench invaded his nose like a worm would an apple. "Ugh", he gagged involuntarily as he slammed it closed once more, scanning for the source of the sound. Beautiful way of applying knowledgeable horror movie tactics, right?
Then, he opened the next stall, completely unaware that his spiky scarlet mane had already faded to black, inconspicuously.
What he saw next made his shroud melt right off his body.
(Girl's Washroom Stall)
Shinohara Seiko wept. The curly, brown-haired maiden from Kisaragi Academy cried tears of fear and pain as she clawed at the spiny rope tied around her neck, keeping her aloft and off the ground. She could feel her eyes bugging out of her head as she kicked and screamed in vain; hot tears welling up once more as she heard naught but a wet gurgle escape her diaphragm.
Crazy what an argument could do to ya, huh?
Contrary to popular belief, the perverse high school student did not put herself in this predicament, but, instead it was actually her best friend. Nakashima Naomi had hung her here, leaving her to die from asphyxiation.
No...
No. She had to fight. To live. To breath. To survive.
'When you lose a loved one...
She loosely remembered the improvised speech she came up with to cheer up the very person who set her on her deathbed only hours beforehand.
...you cherish that person's memory. It's never a burden...
She clenched her jaw as if she was mechanical and not organic, and despite her below average physique, she grabbed to noose from above her head and pulled, lifting her form up slightly and releasing some of the pressure on her throat.
You just... want to do whatever you can.
Her grip loosened ever so slightly, producing more pressure upon her windpipe until finally her strength gave out and she dropped. More tears came out as she felt her neck almost snap the moment she fell.
Whatever you can... to make her proud...
Another wet gurgle escaped her lips at her failed attempt to scream. Slamming her shoes into the side of the stall in a full split, splintering the wood from the force slightly, she pushed up, ascending once more. Quickly, frantically, she began to undo the knot that kept her from living the rest of her life.
...you just want to...
Like a godly hand sweeping through, an invisible force locked up her fingers as though she had arthritis, and caused her knees to buckle, slamming her down with the force of a freight train, tightening her constrictor forever more and allowing hot tears to flow down her cheeks, burning her eyes all the while. Her diaphragm tightened up, her throat closed in on itself, and her brain became tired from the lack of oxygen.
...so you do!
The dangling high school student briefly saw a flash of light before her life flashed before her eyes in that one unforeseeable moment.
But you'll never be able to.
And just like that, the fun, loving, and happy spirit of Shinohara Seiko left this world.