There were 5 classes of Onlookers that day.

There were the people in the plane, looking down as the building began to dissolve.

There were the ones around the building, about to go inside, or the ones who had just walked out.

There were the kids in the top-level elementary school right across the street. There was also the group of adventurous teenagers on top of the buildings nearby, taking photographs of themselves touching the sky.

And there were the people inside the building who were lucky enough to get out.


Tobio raced out of the collapsing building, flicking a horrified glance over his shoulder as his feet hit the pavement hard. He nearly fell when he saw that the building wasn't collapsing.

It was melting.

A girl flung herself out of a nearby car and fell into step beside him. Maya. At least she hadn't been inside when it happened.

As his feet hit the edge of the curb of the parking lot, the rest of the building came into view, the doors packed with people trying to get out, and the ones who were being trampled. He'd been lucky to get out when he did.

Maya slowed to a halt at the side-walk at the opposite side of the highway, unable to run any farther. She'd never been one to run very much.

Tobio stopped beside her and turned around. Cars pulled out of the parking lot, only to be blocked by the flood of police cars flowing in. Officials tried their hardest to stop the erratic stream of escapees, but held up their hands in surrender for their own safety. They were too late anyhow.

Was there anything anyone could have done?

The building finally melted into the last of a gigantic crater, reaching hundred of feet deep. Ominous, bubbling grey sludge, like cooled but still melting lava, and the ones who'd been inside when it happened were dragged under forever, never to breath again. Gone.

And as the remains of the building belched one last time, sending a shower of its contents a few feet out towards the parking lot, the edges of it began to crust over. Within seconds it was hardened into one deep cesspool of hardened rock, and the victims of the sight would be scarred for life at the horror of seeing their companions dragged into the bowels of the earth.


Ryuga looked up from the book he was reading as a small child tripped over his feet. He rolled his eyes skyward, wishing this day would end.

Of course, the one day he thought he'd have some time off, he was dragged to Gingka's crazy house and expected to have a good time.

As Kevin picked himself up again and began to traverse the rest of the living room, a sudden hush fell over the inhabitants of the crowded apartment. Ryuga craned his neck over Kevin's blond head, then stood up, so he could see the television.

All the eyes in the house were turned towards it in horrified silence, some mouths open, a drink dropped on the carpet in disbelief, but nobody was thinking about carpet hygiene right now. Something was happening in Tokyo. And it wasn't good.

The room seemed to go numb. Not a soul moved. The top of the Tokyo Tower was...gone, it was just completely gone. And it wasn't stopping there. The building was melting, melting like a lit candle at high speed. At the edge of the screen you could just catch Tobio's blond head as he pulled Maya out of her car and across the street, and then the building completely vanished, in its wake a sea of melted metal and concrete and asphalt, and not a single survivor, except for those who were out when it happened.

And in all the commotion, nobody noticed that Kyouya was having a headache in the bathroom or that Kevin was torturing the dog. Everybody was just standing there and thinking how it could've been them.