Edit: Yomi seeing any giant space whales or whatever that thing was *coughs* has been retconned. I apologize in retrospect for the retrospect. Also, anonymous reviews have been turned on.
An: Well, that took longer than expected... many thanks to Ying Fa Xang, Akar, Koigokoro-Shin'on and several others for their undying patience. Or at least, for not killing me when it surely wore thin.
IMPORTANT! Since it has been a while, let me say it again. This takes place in the anime-verse with slightly altered events after Mato ended up inside Insane Black Rock Shooter.
Yomi remembered/Dead Master revived in time to go help a lending hand, however Kagari and Arata are as they were. Yuu is back in the real world, Strength may or may not be dead as far as the girls know, and the battle ended with Mato pulling Rock into herself instead of separating for Yuri Death Cannon goodness. Saya has unofficially enrolled/adopted Yuu.
NOW LET IT RAIN RED HERRINGS AND CHEESE!
Disclaimer: No.
Houiji Saburo, 69, of Saitama passed away April/xx after his home caught fire sometime after midnight. Houiji was a dedicated manager of Ryuuzaki Industries public relations department for eighteen years. He was a leading sponsor of several charities including the HomuHome, Ginzuishou Wishes, and Amakudari Hospitals. Police are currently investigating the incident as an arson, but have yet to identify a suspect – April/xx
Spikes in violence have led to the deaths of three local teenagers believed to be involved in a recent string of robberies and vandalism. Police have yet to identify any suspects and ask anyone with information to come forward immediately – April/xx
Today, Yakumo Pharmacies announced that it will merge with Taiga Medical later this year, refuting rumors that the company was preparing to file for bankruptcy – April/xx
-x-x-x-
"He's kind of a weird guy, but I didn't expect him to be involved in something like that, you know?" Kohata brought the mug to her lips before thinking better of it. The red head set it back on the coffee table instead, opening another pack of creamer.
Anxiety fluttered in her chest, making the upperclassman fidget uncomfortably while the clock's impatient ticks fell behind her. "It just… it really bugs me."
Saya offered her a patient smile, sitting only a few feet away. "Have you tried talking to him about it?"
"Well, it's not like we really know each other or anything." Kohata brought her drink back up for a sip, frustrated.
"I see." The black haired woman stood, heading towards her office's small kitchenette for another refill. The coffee maker hissed as she removed the pot, barely pouring any before reaching into the fridge for an almost-empty jug of milk. Saya seemed to be thinking carefully.
Kohata squirmed, abruptly hot under her track suit. Normally, she wouldn't have paid much attention to the rumor mill, but something about this news bothered her. Just a persistent, niggling little feeling that had refused to leave her alone since hearing the boy had gotten into trouble over the weekend.
God, she hoped Saya didn't think she was turning into a gossip hound. It really wasn't any of her business. Still, a part of her did wish the counselor had already known. Kohata might have liked a few legitimate details. Maybe. Just a few.
"I've talked to Takuu a few times. He's not really brave, but he's honest. More than likely, he'd tell the truth if anyone asked him what happened."
"You're right about the first part." Kohata mumbled dryly, wondering if that was really all she was going to get. She'd seen the boy crumple under pressure from their classmates often enough and in her experience people like that usually let themselves get pushed into things.
That thought made the niggling feeling worse. "What did you two talk about?"
The counselor spared her another smile. "It's a secret."
Kohata frowned, jolted out of her thoughts by the bell. "Ah, I have to go. This was just between us, okay?"
"Of course." Saya watched the younger girl scramble. "Feel free to stop by later if you need to cool your head, all right?"
Saya watched the door close behind Kohata, smile dimming. It looked like Takanashi's little miracle hadn't been that unique, but she wasn't sure what to do about it. Whether it was best to do anything or just let things work themselves out, in fact. She'd interfered enough.
Collecting both cups for the sink, Saya moved back to the kitchenette and began looking through the cabinets for something to eat. Kohata had caught her before she'd had time to enter the office and breakfast had been forgotten in the struggle to leave home this morning. Between an ill-placed hibachi grill, Yuu's usual reluctance, her own terror, and an oddly religious bus driver slurring his prayers on alcohol-scented breathe they'd very nearly not made it to school actually.
With her recent absence and Yuu's habit of skipping class, Saya had been slightly nerve-wracked at giving the principal another excuse to look through her amateur forgeries. It was another reminder that she needed to hurry up and find a professional before someone noticed something when they were marking down all those tardies.
Saya found a box of snacks, inspecting the contents before retrieving her café-au-lait and moving to sit on the sofa. Only one bar left. A few weeks ago, she would have saved it for Strength, but Yuu refused to try them. It was strange considering how the brunette inhaled everything else.
Not that Yuu came by much during school anyway. The brunette spent most of her time on the roof. Joining her was out of the question both as a teacher and by personal request. There were a lot of things that words wouldn't be fixing very soon, it seemed.
Familiar buzzing called her out of her thoughts, hand reaching for the phone in her pocket automatically. "Good morning."
"Irino, how are you?" Demonic glee practically oozed out of the speaker, sending an involuntary shudder up Saya's spine. Aino, the school secretary, was positively ecstatic which meant she was smiling.
Aino was smiling, which meant that either the forces of hell were about to march across the world of man or she'd caught someone doing something they definitely shouldn't be doing with someone they definitely shouldn't be doing it with on the school cameras. "I was just going to let you know, the police would like a word with you."
Saya choked, breakfast bar falling to the carpet as a hand flew to her throat. "O-oh?" Really? It had to be her who found it?
"Well, you spend all your time locked up in there with the kids. It's not surprising." Aino continued, voice dripping with amusement. The secretary didn't need cameras to know that Saya's face was flaring with embarrassment at the insinuation. "They want to find out if you've heard about Tanaka's students."
"What are.." Saya's floundered, mind latching onto her previous conversation with Kohata for sanity's sake. "I was told some of them got into a fight."
Aino sighed, disappointed. "It's probably better if the detectives tell you." Saya could imagine the other woman's shoulders sagging, smile fading just a bit. She'd probably been waiting for gossip. Or maybe hoping to tease Saya further. "They think it was mostly just being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it's messy business. Complicated."
"I see." What did that mean, exactly? What could those boys have possibly gotten into for the police to be involved? Saya frowned. "Are they here now?"
"No, but I figured you'd want a heads up."
Saya's stomach twisted a bit. "Thank you, Aino-san."
"Mina-chan is fine. Have a good day Irino."
The line clicked just in time for someone to knock on the door. It was promising to be a busy day already.
"Come in." Saya started up from the couch as the door slid open, prepared to offer her guest a cup of coffee and froze.
"Irino-sensei, isn't it?"
-x-x-x-
Spring was already easing into a scorching heat, cherry blossoms scattering with every breeze. Mato flopped back against a patch of grass, sighing, arms stretched behind her as the wind teased her bangs. "I swear it felt like Kanra-sensei was going to keep us there forever."
"We were late." Yomi reminded, taking the lid off her bento with a click. The taller girl brushed an elegant curl aside, sitting only a few feet away from her friend in the shade. Their little corner of the lunch yard was just under the edge of a shade tree, giving the pair some protection from the heat. "If someone hadn't wanted pastries at the last minute…"
"They were calling me." Mato pouted, tilting her head back to see her accuser slipping a bite between a teasing smile. Stomach rumbling at the sight, Mato rolled over, sitting up to grab her own lunch and began unwrapping it. "You should have listened, Yomi! They were delicious."
"Maybe next time. Mother asked me to pick up a few things later." The taller girl was already sure she was going end the day with a very thin wallet. Not that Yomi minded. It was hard to remember the last time she'd gone shopping with someone else. "You still want movies, right?"
"Yep." The black haired girl broke the band on her chopsticks with a grin, ready to dive in. Beady red eyes stared up from her tray at the both of them, attached to the terrified ball of white fluff that had managed to stuff itself inside. "And.." The only crumbs left of the dark haired girl's lunch clung to the rabbit's bulging belly.
Mato froze up, face twisted in sudden despair. "Why..."
Yomi choked, earning a terrified squeak from the rabbit-like creature as it feld. Mato dove after it, hands caging closed around it briefly before flying away with a muffled swear. Mato sucked on her finger as the bunny like creature scrambled into the bushes with a shriek. "Ow, ow, ow!"
"Let me see." Yomi pulled at her friend's arm, dabbing at the bite with a napkin. It was terribly tiny, nothing to get worked up over. Still, she was a little disturbed. "How'd it get in there?"
"They're everywhere!" Mato griped, sitting back. Blue eyes glared at the bushes accusingly, narrowed in a pout. "Hiro tripped over one this morning. They were even in my dresser."
Yomi frowned. "There were two in my house yesterday." In her shower, but she wasn't going to mention that. Skating around on a bar of soap after she'd grabbed an animal instead of her shampoo had left the girl slightly bruised and embarassed. "I think we just couldn't see them.. before."
Mato flinched, handkerchief balling inside her palm. "Maybe. That's kind of creepy." She shifted uncomfortably, free hand picking up the empty bento. Something tight pricked inside her chest, burned away by a sudden warmth. "Rock..doesn't think they're anything to worry about."
They're not. Dead Master's voice echoed in the back of Yomi's head, already fading away dismissively. It made the young heiress shiver, eyes focusing on Mato's now empty bento. She was pushing her own towards the bluenette before she knew it. "Here. Do you want the shrimp?"
"It's okay." Mato waved it off, stuffing her own box back into its bag. "I'll make up for it later."
Yomi frowned, fixing her friend with a serious look. "What's the rest of Japan going to eat
Mato blinked, eyebrows squinting together before it clicked, mouth opening in shock. "He-pft!" Rice flew down the bluenette's throat, clinging to her neck and clothes as Yomi giggled.
"Wrah!" Mato lunged, grabbing a fistful of Yomi's lunch as the taller girl scooted back with a shriek. The basketball player followed after her with a vengeance, growling playfully.
Things had been getting stranger lately, but they'd been getting better too. Silly moments between the two girls were becoming more common, easier, and break was fast approaching. They were looking forward to sharing the time together without any craziness.
-x-x-x-
Dead Master sat on one of the towering columns in her domain, looking down at the green wastes below and bored.
Very bored.
She was quickly started to get frustrated with the feeling and that was a dilemma in and of itself. Before, it had only been Yomi's emotions that drove her. She could still feel their shadow in her non-existant heart, aggravating her own. Having nothing to exorcise either of them on was getting a little maddening.
Black Rock Shooter was gone. Yellow-haired Chariot remained dead to her disappointment and an irritating tingling in her claws. Even Black Gold Saw refused to confront her, though the horned swordswoman slipped through the cemetery grounds almost regularly, apparently looking for something. No other souls had yet to come near her territory.
The necromancer sighed, standing with a ruffle of skirts. Just because she hadn't had any intruders didn't mean she had to sit here. At least there were a few interesting things in the area to look at, now that she cared to.
With an effortless hop, she landed in the cemetery below.
Frozen coils looped around Dead Master's throat and squeezed, crushing the necromancer's gasp before it left her windpipe. Clawed fingers clinked against chains not her own, heels leaving the ground just before she could tear them away. Weightlessness snatched the green devil up and threw her away, shoulder cracking against graveyard soil with a wet pop.
Jingling metal hissed a warning, slack slithering away before the chain around her throat jerked again. Dead Master spun in the air once more, scythe-blade snapping through the links, and landed back on her feet with an annoyed huff.
Now, some mannerless, little speck decided to intrude on her. What glorious sense of timing her new guest had!
Irritation scribbled across the scythe owner's face, head snapping up to look for her opponent.
The sight of an incoming iron ball greeted her instead, earning a small moment of shock before she was summoning her own chains quickly. Metal spikes screeched as the meteor thrashed against the net it'd plummeted into, silenced when the trap tightened. Dead Master turned on heel, pulling the mess with her, and cast it back in the direction from which it'd came.
White flashed out of the way, coat flapping violently as its owner hurried to move. Red eyes met briefly with green, fingertips tapping the brim of a black hat with a grin of mocking invitation.
Dead Master's scowl deepened, spear-tipped chains lunging for the trespasser.
-x-x-x-
"Hang on, Yomi." Mato struggled to peel her shirt over her head with unusual difficulty, voice cringing in embarrassment as she made a fool out of herself. Mato's head finally popped free with a gasp, elbow accidentally thumping against the locker. Laughter and rustling clothes fell to the locker room floor as everyone changed for gym, independent from the short spectacle Kuroi had made of herself. "What was it?"
Yomi rolled the buttons on her blouse between her fingers awkwardly, still wearing most of her uniform, though she'd already shed the jacket and placed her glasses on the bench in front of their lockers. "I was asking if you had anything planned for Golden Week."
Mato screwed up her face in thought, shuffling into her shorts. "Not really. Mom never makes us do anything special. She might take Hiro to the shrine, though. Why?"
"Father's been working with a company that wants to open a new water-park in Inaba. We're going to the opening. Would you want to come?"
"Water park?" Such childish enthusiasm finally gained the scene an audience, or at least, heads turned as Mato flailed trying to hug Yomi and put her shoe on at the same time. It ended with a rather painful crash. "Really? Can I? That'd be so cool! We could-ah, but.. how much are tickets?"
"Don't worry about that." Yomi smiled, helping her friend back up. "You need to slow down, Mato."
The black haired girl rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, looking sheepish. "Sorry. That wouldn't be right, though. Really, how much?"
"I'm not telling you." The bell rang, giving Yomi the opportunity to cut their argument short. "Go ahead and I'll catch up, okay?"
Mato gave her a look but fled with a little prompting, skipping away with a raspberry as Yomi playfully snatched at her before slamming her knee against the door. The bluenette yelped, limping out with a string of little swears.
Yomi waited until she was sure the younger girl was gone before reaching for the handle on her locker. The heiress steeled herself and pulled. Thick globs of bloody red clung to inside and dribbled down its walls, pooling together around her tattered gym clothes.
"…" Yomi stared at them in shock, hand still on the door. Her mouth was suddenly dry, throat clenching painfully. Something that tasted almost like salt stung as she swallowed.
She wasn't going to cry. She'd expected something unpleasant. Worse things had happened during her family's years overseas. Still, this was disturbingly deliberate.
Someone angry enough to painstakingly shred every inch of fabric had completely destroyed her uniform and shoes. The scissors used to eviscerate them glared up at the girl from a corner, broken and warped under insults scratched into the back wall.
Yomi glared back, eyes stinging as they narrowed. She'd known there would be teasing after the incident in art, but there was no reason for this. Horror morphed into anger, bubbling sickeningly in her stomach as a suspect came to mind: Yuu.
More than once, the brunette's heavy stares had frozen her and Mato mid-conversation over the past few weeks when Yuu decided to attend class. The shorter girl might very well hate both of them for what had happened in the other world, Yomi knew. She wasn't sure why the other girl would refrain from harassing Mato though.
It didn't matter. Yomi wasn't going to lean on her friend, the bluenette had already gone through too much for her sake. Complaining to the teachers wasn't an option either. If it was Yuu, Saya would interfere, and things would only get worse if it wasn't. Yomi wasn't really sure what she was going to do about it though.
The green haired girl closed her locker and turned towards the door. Yomi shrieked as a pair of red eyes stared into her own, falling on her rear in shock. "Kyuui!" There was a bear-sized, rabbit-eared mountain of white fur with uncomfortably familiar vertebrae-like antlers and the face of a squid looking down at her expectantly. "Kyuui! Kyuui!"
"...h-huh?" Yomi adjusted her glasses, jumping with a small squeak as a tentacle wrapped around the frames. The abomination bent, teeth coming closer. "Kyuuiiiii!" Fluff tickled the inside of Yomi's nose as the bunny rolled closer again, nuzzling against her face sympathetically. It almost seemed like it was trying to comfort her. "Kyuui.."
Honestly, this situation had just gone from odd to mind breaking. Yomi blinked, still stunned. After a moment, she patted the creature, smiling uncertainty as it cooed.
The furry creature shifted closer to the bench behind her, feelers drawing Yomi's discarded jacket into its mouth with a mechanical crunch that was definitely the young woman's cellphone. Belching victoriously, the monster retreated, meandering back to the opposite side of the room.
Yomi watched it paw to the wall and walk through it, disappearing. What had just happened?
Picking herself up slowly, the heiress started towards the spot and stared at it. Cloudy, off-white paint failed to respond, smudged with half-erased phone numbers. Yomi ran a finger over it cautiously, starting a bit when it vanished. The rest of her hand recoiled, finger reappearing.
Why was something like this in the girl's locker room?
-x-x-x-
Dead Master slashed at the white-and-red blur brushing too near her side, black scythe extending to whip after the intruder's ankles as they fell back, silver glinting between their fingers. The necromancer brought her scythe forward, knives bouncing harmlessly off its head. They clattered to the ground between quickened footsteps, a distraction.
White hair framed a leering grin as the interloper ducked inside Dead Master's guard, more blades peeking between their knuckles. Dead Master leapt back, an already waiting chain strung through the air and sagging under her weight before it recoiled. Force brought her to a second as another mace sailed between them, barely missing its mark.
The white-haired girl below dodged as Dead Master fell, scythe embedding itself where she'd been standing before freeing itself from the soil in one fluid motion, already after her head again as Dead Master flipped with it. Black metal reaped across pale flesh, sewing scarlet through the graveyard.
Dead Master took advantage as her opponent fell back, clutching at a ruined shoulder that looked ready to slough off. The horned woman swept a leg underneath her opponent's, throwing the other girl to the ground before a heel connected with the red-eyed soul's stomach and sent her bouncing across the ground.
Dead Master didn't pause, already rushing forward to swing again. The other girl moved, springing up and away on nimble hands. Dead Master missed, recovering quickly. Her scythe hooked behind the other self's back, earning another spray of blood.
It didn't stop the silent laughter rattling her opponent's chest.
-x-x-x-
Mato sighed, leaning back against a wall near the water fountain. Yomi was taking way too long, but Mato wasn't sure that going back to the lockers would be the best idea. She didn't want Yomi to think she was that clingy. What was the hold-up?
Mato. The flame in her chest leapt to life again. Rock's suggestion was obvious.
"She told me she'd catch up." The tomboy argued, face reddening nervously as she glanced around to make sure the hall was really empty. The awkwardness of talking to herself left her a little flustered, but she'd found she spaced out too much if she kept all the craziness in her head.
Mato started moving, feet leading themselves. "She might want some privacy. I've been bugging her a lot."
She hasn't complained. Rock rifled back, slumping lazily in the back of Mato's skull. At least, that was sort of what it 'felt' like. It was really weird. Go back.
Mato paused, frowning, scratching the back of her head in frustration. "Just-" Whatever response she'd gathered was erased by a sudden jolt. Rock's presence was suddenly there, invisible and flaring around her. "Ah! H-hey, what's wrong?"
Don't know. The hair on Mato's neck and arms rose, provoking a shudder. The old one. Her room.
-x-x-x-
"You add too much sugar, Irino-sensei. Coffee is for adults, isn't it?"
Saya didn't respond right away, watching her guest carefully behind her own cup. It was vague, but the girl definitely resembled her father. Especially with that frustratingly harmless smile.
"You could be right, but most of my visitors are children." Saya offered a smile of her own, matching her visitor's tone. The counselor set her drink aside, resting against the back of her chair instead of sitting. She was doing that a lot lately. "Was there something on your mind… Mako-chan?"
"Makoto is fine." The girl retorted, taking another sip of the coffee she'd been judging before looking back up at the counselor. White-blond hair stood out in shocking contrast to smart business attire, drawn in a long, simple-but-neat-ponytail. Rust-colored eyes studied Saya critically. "Don't look so worried, Irino-sensei. This is a diplomatic visit more than anything else."
"Oh?" That was worrying. Saya let her confusion show, eyebrows wrinkling. "When did I get involved in politics?"
"I like to think your parents were well-respected individuals who wanted you thrown off a cliff to hide their shame." Makoto shrugged. "Be thankful you only have to negotiate with actual children. I hate people who forget their age."
"It gets worse." Saya's thoughts went back to a certain secretary before settling on the teenager in front of her. A little teasing was good and fine, but she wasn't going to tolerate something honestly hostile. "It helps if you remember you're not that special. People can't be expected to roll over to attend your problems instead of their own."
Makoto raised an eyebrow, almost amused. "Maybe in your case. But my problems are genuinely important." The white haired girl reached for a cookie. "How is your other half?"
"Gold Saw is the same as always."
"Cheeky. You certainly despise me, Saya."
"Why are you here?"
"Our seal broke." Makoto picked her coffee up again, draining it and set the cup aside. Saya moved to collect it, keeping an eye on the girl as she continued. "As usual, people want to interfere. One in particular. I need your help. Clear enough?"
The request was dismissed immediately. "I have people I need to take care of."
"That can be provided."
"You can't guarantee that, or you wouldn't be here." There was something wrong with this. Of course, someone from that family showing up was enough of a bad omen in itself. What was missing? "Why are you here, Makoto?"
The girl seemed to flinch at that. "Well, I don't stand much chance without an escort."
Oh.
Oh.
Uh-oh.
Saya blinked, stunned for a moment. Realization crawled up her spine with a cold sense of dread, the moment suddenly reduced to nothing except an odd kind of disbelief and the feel of hot ceramic under her fingers. "I.." Her tongue was wagging before she could stop it. "I have a colleague in Nagasaki who might-"
The offer was cut off by the sudden rattle of china, weight slamming against the table. Saya recoiled instinctively, coffee sloshing against the carpet. The guidance counselor locked a hand around Makoto's arm as the teen snatched at her, all trace of sympathy vanishing into agitation. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Well-" There was nothing polite in the white-haired girl's smile now and Saya hurried to figure out this new change in tactics, something cold stealing the counselor's breath as it pressed against her throat. "-asking nicely didn't work."
There was a moment of weakness, legs failing as Makoto's other hand drew away holding something bright, and Saya sank to the floor.
The white haired girl glared down at the woman for a moment before turning her attention to the prize in her hand. It was a small coin, wrapped in faint red light and growing warm. Makoto pocketed it and turned to leave.
Irino's Other would be pissed, but probably cooperative. She hadn't really expected asking to work, but it would have been more convenient.
The office door ripped open in a flash of blue panic. "S-Saya-chan-sensei!"
"She's unconsious. Go find some help quickly!" Makoto bit back a swear, kneecaps burning where they'd suddenly hit the carpet and a hand pressed against Irino's neck, fingers hovering over the dark haired woman's pulse. It was just a student? Still, there was no need to start a scene.
The newcomer looked blitzed, blue eyes wide and startled. The student's conflict was obvious, face torn beween believing this stranger and something else. Mato could feel Rock bristling as something in the air broke.
Dust sprinkled onto the three of them, a heavy thump drawing attention to the ceiling as cracks spread across it.
"Crap."
Mato looked again at the white-haired woman, realizing that now the panic she'd felt on bursting in was shared right before the world collapsed in a rush of cracking wood and brick.
-x-x-x-
Dead Master's continued motion jerked the scythe-tip free from where it'd lodged in the other girl's abdomen after she'd tried to dodge, falling on the stumbling soul with the intent of finishing it. Clawed hands reached to pierce.
The girl abruptly straightened, gloved fingers clenching audibly around the green-haired woman's throat.
Dead Master kicked out, urging her opponent's fingers to gouge deeper into her throat. The white haired girl's previous cheer was gone, breathes halting and uneven in an obvious effort to keep herself together.
The white haired girl smiled. "Caught. You." Metal jingled in her free hand, attached to another smaller, but still menacing, mace.
Fingers loosened. An elbow smashed into the back of Dead Master's neck instead. Spikes dug into the necromancer's stomach with a vengeance, metal ball bouncing off her ribcage with a crack that sent her flying for a third time.
She never landed. A shower of metal stars appeared in her vision, collected weapons roaring like an angry lion as they impacted the ground, rapid quakes rocking the area.
Before any could hit her, Dead Master found herself cradled between black sleeves and white stars. Air rushed over them, freezing, and stopped.
King Saw's hilt pressed against her assailant's stomach and twisted, earning an agonized groan from the knife-thrower. Its edge turned behind the girl's back, drawing a wet snapping noise as cherry-colored blood splattered against it.
Black Gold Saw was not fond of this one, apparently.
Green eyes met red for a second time, though now Dead Master's glare was rewarded with being dropped. The older warrior turned away, letting the necromancer hit the ground without concern, gaze shifting back to the being she'd just skewered.
The white haired girl choked, gloves wrapping over the hilt above its owner's claws. A maniac grin split her face, joy ringing in her voice. "Hi~"
En: Mou. There's a lot I want to do with this story, but don't want to rush it too much. At the same, afraid that this may have been too slow. Tried to give you all quite a few hints about where this is going though. Hope you enjoyed.
Until next time, here are some recommendations in addition to stories by the authors previously mentioned above:
Honest Hearts by dan-heron, Stars Through Darkness by Kurisaki-sempai, and Nijiiro by Troid which includes an alternate character interpretation of my favorite, adorable, little psychopath. Cheers.