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Warning: This fanfiction contains high amounts of explicit and offensive material. Examples of such are abusive and violent language, crimes of various severities, scenes including yuri, detailed gore scenes, use of drugs, discrimination and fictional acts of terrorism. Please refrain from further reading if you find any of these contents offensive. I'm in no way encouraging violating the law, acts of terrorism or any discrimination as itself. This is written purely for entertainment purposes based on a "what-if" principle.

With that being put aside, I'd like to welcome those who are able to put prejudice aside and even better, possess the ability to have a good laugh at themselves. I would also be pleased to give my gratitude to a certain group of individuals, they know who they are.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the flip side of the coin.

C1: Vacuity, I welcome thee!,

or the quarter's prologue to the madness.

Beep, beep, beep.

Frequent precipitation, the infamous harbinger of autumn was unleashing its bottomless fury upon anything unfortunate enough to wander the empty streets at early hours. Holding one of the highest positions in the conspiracy, the ominous wind was happy to fulfill its duties, making a truly devastating tandem with flooding rain. Warming up from a long slumber, the villains ascended back to their reigning days of glory once again, rejoicing in occasional shenanigans of blowing someone's hat off or invading peaceful dreams with their howls, keeping the all-around mood factor down for what seemed like an eternity.

Beep, beep, beep.

One of those lucky enough to enjoy the cozy atmosphere of home tightly wrapped in their sheets and hugging their pillow, was a petite yet rebellious teenager, or what more looked like a petty knoll shielded from the vicinity of the weather by a messy warm blanket. Its happiness was however to end, for nothing lasts forever.

Beep, beep, bee-slam!

Decided that it's been abused enough, the sleepy knoll protruded a limb to confront the brazen attacker of his dreams. The offence failed. Desired target was simply absent from its usual outpost. Infusing confusion to the chaos of disturbed dreams, it made the solution of absolute disarray. It was simply taunting his hostage, like an interrogator would play on the psyche of the interrogated.

Blast!

The tactic worked. The prisoner was completely taken aback and pounded into confusion; however the invader didn't see one fatal flaw which immediately rendered his plan a failure. A blood curdling wave of anger and desperation along with determination to smite the foe was now ripping through the human's veins, soon finding its aforesaid opponent as a new and more suitable last resort. Reluctantly understanding its mistake, the alarm clock made the final of its bitter squeaks of agony and made a swift retreat to the underneath of the wardrobe, a helping hand provided by the victor, now standing in all his, or rather hers, glory.

She exhaustedly leaned on the desk, widely yawning and almost succeeding in drifting off back to strongly desired sleep. Must have left it on the desk yesterday after checking the batteries, she thought, already missing those vital five more minutes in bed. The cellphone flipped open. Not because it had missed calls, texts, appointments, or even daily subscriptions waiting. The sole purpose of the action was to check the time; wishing things weren't following their usual schedule. And that's when the final blow to the beginning of the day was delivered, drowning out its weak cries in futile swearing. One more to keep the tradition of no mornings being good alive. She was late for her very first day of high school.

Drawing her further into alertness and topping off the magnificent awakening, the door slammed into the room, wishing to invade more of young maiden's privacy and annihilate the last miserable remnants of her calm.

"Are you nuts?" hissed the intruder, presumably the younger sister of our damsel in distress. "Just what are you doing?"

Feeling another anger wave surging through her body while still somnolent, the guilty had to quickly find a way of dealing with it in order to prevent things getting uglier than they already are.

"What in the world is wrong with you, Yui? What's your problem now? Do I have to deal with your outbursts every damn day of my life? It's not like you ever gave me even a-"

Carefully sorting out the bedlam of her feelings and refining the words to come, Yui coldly cut her sister's desperate rant, taking drastic measures to prevent additional damage to her already brutally scarred morning.

"Shut the hell up already, will you."

A fair response for a fair question. With her sister being out of the way, the only obstacle left between Yui and her way out of this hell was the threshold of her own room. It was the one line she was more than happy to cross, duly continuing to descend down the stairs wearing her usual "Not here, don't bother talking" expression. After all those years of being forced to accept it, the facade seemed to settle down and freeze solid like a death mask. Death masks didn't mark their bearers for a solitary confinement sentence, though. Or the bearers were quite obviously not alive to tell the story.

Spending a few brief minutes to let her steam off, the sister found herself obliviously looking around the room in vain attempts to make the mess disappear by her volition. A pattern of disorder was clearly present in everything the room had: clothes, textbooks, rubbish, the work desk and even the large assortment of band and anime posters around the room. Only thing to have been dignified the privilege of being in order was a vast collection of vinyl records neatly arranged on an appropriate shelf. And so had been an old stereo soundsystem, gracefully occupying the top of a wooden cabinet, which in order was promptly secured with a built-in privacy lock. It had everything obligatory for an avid music appreciator: a CD-player, two tape decks, a turntable, and that entire entire splendor topped off by two speakers of significant size bonded together with a super woofer. It seemed to be the thing Yui cherished more than anything else she had. Or so it seemed. Slowly stabilizing the control over her feelings, the younger sister hastily fumbled her way downstairs towards the older one.

"Oh, Yui, I've made a couple of pieces of toasts for you to have before you go. Want a quick bite?"

Already in her promptly ironed school uniform and donning the signature bed hair style, Yui was looking as glum as always. The only thing she craved was a smoke and some brief moments of solitude before advancing to the upcoming level of pointless vanity and total mood ruin. Food wasn't as important for her as it was back in the old days. It slowly but steadily shifted to the background along with the need for nourishment. She jokingly thought the only thing that kept her running by now was nicotine with a side boost of melancholy.

Sliding her trenchcoat with boots on and throwing her battered messenger bag over the shoulder, Yui patted down chest to make sure everything vital for her trip was in place.

"Huh? Are you sure? You don't want to collapse during your first day, do you?" Frustratingly advised the sister, only to get something disapproving mumbled under the breath as a response to her care.

Without further ado, Yui flatly pushed the house door out into the cold street, vanishing into a vast web of the streets, her only trail being the rain.

It was always there. Wherever she went, it tracked her footsteps. It followed her through the cold. Danced before her very eyes. Tapped her on the shoulder, reminding her of its aggravating bounds.

But that was alright. What it took she never needed anyway. After such prolonged encounters it was a fool's creed not to get familiar. Build a relationship. However, this one wasn't of those ordinary relationships between people, since it was to deal with no ordinary acquaintance. This one closely resembled a symbiotic lifestyle. In fact, it was one.

He enshrined her thoughts, constipated her melancholies. She kept him company. It almost sounded like a perfect match. Each rendezvous he didn't fail to allure her, and she, in turn, never failed to amuse him with gratuitous gifts of well-deserved praise.

There were rare times when he crossed the line in his act. This was one of those.

"Shit" Hissed Yui, reacting as if a snake bit her. She only wished that was the case. A stray raindrop dared to assault the smoking end of her cigarette, moistening the tobacco. Yui felt like it took a particularly gullible piece of her soul as well.

"You know that violates our contract, right?"

Resignedly sighing, she reached into the left pocket of her coat, sliding a fresh new cigarette out of the pack as if it was a concealed shotgun. Surrounding people had the same attitude to both. If the latter couldn't harm them indirectly, the first one could.

Yui savored the first inhale, puffing a steady flow of smoke from her mouth. Those sorts of dates had a portion of duality: she felt they were essential, while at the same they only disarranged her thoughts even more. Music blotted out most of them.

It's a long lane that has no turning.

Few students were entering the school grounds, most of them already residing inside. Beaming with anticipation and joyful cheering, they blindly raced to the entrance one-by-one, like a flock of blind sheep running towards their inevitable death. Natural selection can be a huge killjoy.

A profound shimmering feeling took control over her upon seeing her new school to be. Yet another conspirator was basking in delight, asking for nothing more than fresh fish. It's an annual feast, after all. New relationships, new knowledge, new problems, all those brand new troubles contained within asylum-white walls and cumbersome steel fences, haughtily watched over by an all-seeing eye of a large Victorian clock, besetting the-

The clock!

Yui rolled up a sleeve, raising her left forearm to match her eye level, darting her eyes from the school clock back to her wristwatch.

But of course, she had got the time wrong.