Author's Note: Poll winner Hanamiya Makoto's story is now started! I would recommend reading his chapters in KiriDai Days first, however. This story is related, sort of an AU, to that story. I understand this starts a bit confusing, but more will be explained soon. I had a lot of fun planning and writing this story out, so I hope you enjoy as well! See you in Part Two~

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"Unfortunate…but I had to do it. Some things have to be done for the greater good. My greater good."

"…Are you really this pathetic?"

His words are as cold and emotionless as his voice.

As his eyes.

"Really…I didn't expect much of you, but you have an innate talent in disappointing me."

He looks down at you indifferently, and you feel yourself flinch in response. There's no point in trying to hide your reaction, since tears are already running down your face.

"H—Hanamiya, p—please!" You cry out, hearing your voice crack as you struggle to think of something more to say. Something to stop this from happening. Thoughts are running through your mind a mile a minute, yet you have no idea how to respond to the things he's saying. And not helping matters is the crowd around you, whispering and laughing amongst themselves as they watch this spectacle.

Hanamiya had chosen to do this at the very worst possible time (just after school had ended) and place (in front of the gym you were supposed to be using for the basketball team's practice). He'd stopped you just before you were about to enter the gym, at the same time many of the other students were milling about just before they left for their own club activities.

And now they're watching Hanamiya break your heart into little pieces.

"Eh? 'Please' what?" He responds dispassionately, tilting his head and watching you with blank eyes. "'Please' stay with a disappointment? Someone I don't care about?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he callously watches you cry. "I could almost pity you. Such a waste of space." He murmers quietly as he tugs at a strand of his dark black hair uninterestedly. "Whatever. It doesn't change a thing." He says loudly. Hanamiya pauses, and then his eyes look straight into yours.

"I don't need you. I don't want you. Your time as our manager is done. Your time with me is done." Hanamiya finishes, his words delivered disturbingly slow and calm. You can almost hear a patronizing 'do you understand?' at the end of his sentence.

You desperately rub your eyes with the palms of your hands, trying to stem the flow of tears, while your heart feels like it's slowly being crushed in a vise. The pain is excruciating. You'd never expected something like this, even from Hanamiya.

"Please Hanamiya, whatever I did, I'm sorry! Please, just give me another chance!" You beg frantically, the devastation practically dripping from your voice. You hate how pathetic you sound, but you have no idea what else to do.

"No. It's useless. Like you." He suddenly steps closer to you, towering over your small frame with his powerful body, and glaring at you with an intense hatred in his eyes. You feel your breath catch in your throat as you gape back at him. You've never seen anything like this in his eyes before…and worse, you can tell it's absolutely genuine. Ignoring your surprise, he continues on disdainfully. "Leave me alone. I don't want to see you ever again. Do you understand me?"

"No! I don't understand any of this! Hanamiya please…please, I love you!" You exclaim, ignoring the gasps around as your fellow students are unable to believe you'd actually say it out loud. Somehow the crowd has doubled in size, and you can see many are pulling out their cellphones in an attempt to 'subtly' film your heartbreak, while others are starting to look a bit uncomfortable.

For a moment, you think you see something flicker in Hanamiya's eyes. Something very different from hate or boredom. As well, the tip of his mouth twitches almost imperceptibly in displeasure. But just as swiftly as it appeared, he hides any evidence that your words affected him at all, and he once again looks back at you with complete indifference.

"Love isn't worth anything if it's unrequited though, right?" Hanamiya replies curtly, flicking his hand back dismissively. But despite how impassive he appears, you can see the muscles in his jaw clenching, and he crosses his arms over his chest just as his hands tighten into fists. He's getting tired of this. You realise that he isn't enjoying this, and you don't know if that's a good thing…or something very bad.

"I'll say this one more time. There is nothing between us, and I don't want anything to do with you. I don't want you in my life." Hanamiya pauses for a moment, watching your horrified expression as his words slowly sink in. "Stay away from me. I never want to see your face again. I never want to see you again."

Just as the hopelessness of this situation dawns on you, just as you realise there's no way to stop this, you finally start to feel something other than sadness: anger. You grit your teeth hard, baring them at him as you glare through your tear filled eyes. You see his tongue dart out to run over his lower lip and hear his breath hitch, but you're too furious to consider what it could mean. All you can think about is your pain, humiliation, and anger…and the person responsible for all of it, Hanamiya Makoto.

"Fine! I don't want to see you ever again either! And…and I'll make sure I won't!" You yell forcefully at him, before spinning around on your heels and running down the hall, pushing past the murmuring students in the crowd. By now, there are as many uneasy faces as there are amused.

You run out the front door of the school, wiping away the tears blurring your vision as much as you can, and you don't stop until you reach your room.

You dive under the covers, and sob into your pillow.

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"N…Ngh…"

You groan softly. Your head, bent forward with your chin resting on top of your chest, feels like it's filled with lead, much like the rest of your body. No, not quite. It's more like something heavy is weighing your body down…

Slowly, you tip your head up and back, and feel it rest against something thin and taught. Gently, you open your eyes, and the first thing you see are ropes. Various ropes, with varying sizes and designs, and from what you can see, they all start at the ceiling…and end at you.

The weight pushing down against your body is from several ropes restraining you.

You make a confused whimper, unable to comprehend what's going on. Your head still feels murky and dim, like there's a swamp where your brain should be, and you can't think properly. You groan again as you try to straighten your head, and groggily you look around the room.
Much of it is shrouded in darkness, but a nearby light keeps most of the room, and where you are, dimly lit.

Your eyes turn towards the light, wincing slightly they struggle to adjust to the sudden brightness. Once they do, you only grow more bewildered.

In a corner, reading a large book in the piercingly bright light of an elegant, beautifully designed antique lamp, is Hanamiya Makoto.

You're more confused than ever, and just as you're trying to understand what's happening, a sharp stab of pain shoots through your head. You cry out loudly in pain, closing your eyes tightly.

You open them slowly, and you see Hanamiya look up from his book, his eyes watching you with a vicious focus. Even through the thick haze clouding your mind, the intensity of his gaze makes a chill run down your spine.

"Ah…you're finally awake." He smirks at you, shutting the book with a loud thud that, even from across the room, made your head throb painfully. Hanamiya gets up from his seat, and saunters over to you calmly.

"You know, I really don't like to be kept waiting." He says, squatting down in front of you and grinning condescendingly. "But I'll forgive you just this once. I know you've had a rough day."

He laughs, practically cackling, and then suddenly runs his knuckles down your cheek. You stare at him in disbelief, and he smiles sweetly at you before he abruptly raps his knuckles against your forehead, making you to cry out in agony as this causes another wave of pain to run through your head.

"The headache will fade soon. But you've gone through worse, haven't you? After all…" He pauses, standing up to sneer down at you contemptuously. He continues with a sickly sweet tone of false concern.

"You went through a very bad break-up today."