Premonition: The End of Gekkoukan High School
Gekkoukan High School: Class 2-F
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Gekkoukan High School was something of a towering achievement for Tatsumi Port Island. It was almost fascinating just how advanced it was in terms of facilities and equipment even compared to most private schools, and the sheer size of the campus put the majority of Japanese high schools to shame. It was truly at the forefront of its field.
And despite all of this, it couldn't have been in a more precarious position at the moment. Two men in white masks and hoods were standing in Gekkoukan High School's Class 2-F, brandishing revolvers. The one on the left was lanky, while the one on the right had a frame indicating he was tall and muscular. Most of the class was in a panic. There were students looking to see if they could make a run for it. Some were considering jumping out the window. And absolutely none of them were making a noise.
"Makoto Yuki and associates," the larger one said, "Stand up."
Suddenly, a boy with blue hair, one Makoto Yuki, stood up. The class tensed even more, hoping that this boy didn't get himself, or them, killed.
"So," Makoto Yuki said, "You're with the Circle?"
In turn, a silver-haired boy and a bespectacled boy stood up, making themselves known.
"With those cheesy masks, there's no way they aren't," the bespectacled boy said, "Knew we couldn't take 'em at their word."
"Get back, Yuki," the silver-haired boy warned, "You know what they're here for."
"Not a chance," Makoto replied, "I've risked death enough times already. These guys don't scare me."
"Can't tell if you're brave or stupid," the lanky man said in a mocking voice. Said voice triggered expressions of realization in all the teens.
"Is that-" the bespectacled boy began to say.
"Yeah," the silver-haired boy preemptively answered, "No doubt about it."
The bespectacled boy grinned.
"Doesn't sound like him though," he continued, "Not enough bitterness in his tone."
"Agreed," Makoto said.
"Cut the chatter," the larger man said, "Where's the girl? And the rest of your posse?"
The group looked at each other before Makoto gave them an answer.
"Do you really think that we'd tell you something like that so easily?"
"I suppose not," the larger man admitted, "So let's try something else."
In an instant, he aimed his revolver at a spiky-haired boy in a tracksuit seated near a window, and without any hesitation, fired his revolver.
[BANG BANG BANG]
[CRACK]
There was silence following the gun's discharge, silence that was punctuated by an utterly uncanny sight in the classroom. A winged figure dressed in a red suit, wearing a large top hat and a black, horned mask with a devilish grin on its face, had seemingly blocked the bullets with its now clenched bare hand. Slowly, it unclenched the fist it had made, and three bullets dropped to the ground, their sound echoing throughout the room.
The boy upon which the gun had been trained didn't even register the hand that had materialized in front of his face. He just couldn't believe that he had lived past the gun being fired.
Even the two men were surprised, which ultimately proved to be their undoing.
[CRACK] [CRACK]
Two more uncanny figures materialized in front of them, one a large masked figure in a long coat holding a spear, the other a mechanical man holding a weapon resembling a lyre. Both swung their weapons with tremendous force, and the two men were sent flying through the door by which they had entered the classroom.
[CRASH]
"Everyone run!" Makoto's voice rang out, and with that, the entire class made a beeline for the door, immediately running down the stairs. By the time the class was empty, the two assailants were now beginning to regain their standing. And right before them stood the three boys. Makoto Yuki followed by the lyrist, the silver-haired boy followed by the spearman, and the bespectacled boy followed by the figure in the red suit. The bespectacled boy had a mask of curiosity on his face.
"Is that guy a friend of yours?" the silver-haired boy said.
The bespectacled boy put his hand to his chin in consideration.
"I got it wrong before," the bespectacled boy said, "But now I'm certain it's him. They're getting desperate."
"You... damn brat!" the larger man said.
"Don't give me that crap," the bespectacled boy retorted, now cracking his fists, "If you're gonna come at me, come at me."
"This isn't the first time you went after us here" the silver-haired boy said, keeping his composure, "But it will be the last."
The two men finally stood up, and as they regained their upright posture, dark auras began to surround them.
"Well then…" the lanky man said, "Looks like you fools need to be taught a lesson…"
The boys were mostly unfazed. They expected no less from their assailants at this point. Each of them widened their stances.
"Yu. Ren," Makoto said, "It's only going to get worse from here on out. You ready?"
"Yeah."
"Never been more ready in my life."
Makoto Yuki took a deep breath…
And then let out a war cry.
"Alright then… Let's go!"
The end was near. And they rushed headfirst into it.