I couldn't believe it.

I didn't want to believe it.

Judgement clouded by an overpowering cloud of anger sweeping over me, I draw my scissors out of my pocket and run, arm outstretched, at full speed, towards Unknown-chan.

I don't care if I'm caught. She needs to die. She needs to die NOW.

Unknown-chan rips her face away from Senpai's and turns to me, eyes wide. Heart racing, with a yell, I drive my scissors into her face, rushing away as soon as the handle leaves my fingers. A strangled cry sounds from Unknown-chan as I rush around the school building, my heart shaking my ribs.

How dare that retarded, snobby, nosy little whore have the nerve to steal MY SENPAI FROM ME?! NOBODY STEALS MY SENPAI FROM ME, ESPECIALLY NOT HER! SHE CAN RUN HOME AND SUCK A DICK FOR ALL I CARE, SHE DESERVES NOTHING, ESPECIALLY NOT SENPAI!

I inhale, placing my fingertips on my forehead as I calm myself down. That has been a foolish act; I could have been caught. Making a mental note to never do that again, I glance over my shoulder and to where Unknown-chan was on the floor.

I can't help but grin; she's in the fetal position with her knees to her chin and her hands around the bluish handles of the scissors. The blade jammed into her left eye, blood pooling around the hole and dripping down her nose. Senpai runs off in a flash, yelling for a teacher.

What would Unknown-chan say? I was almost certain she knew it was me; but she didn't have any evidence... Senpai couldn't count as a witness; he hadn't seen me. Or had he?

I feel no regret as I check my clothes for blood and start for the back door. Unknown-chan deserved it for trying to steal my Senpai. As I push the small door open adnd head into the building, starting for my classroom, I can't help but imagine the white-haired girl dismembered, limbs floating in a tide of blood.

She deserved it... much, much more than Kokaine or Osana Bin Laden did.

The bell rang with a shrill cry; time to go home. I push through the crowd of students milling at the doorway and head downstairs to my locker. I swing it open, put my books away, and put on my outdoor shoes.

I had to eliminate Unknown-chan. But I couldn't just walk up to her and kill her; she'd be expecting me and if I failed to kill her, she'd tell. I had to kill her in another way... maybe by framing her. But she'd likely be expecting that, too, and conjure evidence that it wasn't her. I needed to kill her in a way she'd least expect... like by getting someone else to kill her.

But how? Nobody would volunteer to be The Killer's assistant.

Unless... I somehow brainwashed them.

For the billionth time I feel a grin lift my lips. Yes... I was going to brainwash someone into killing Unknown-chan for me. But who?

I glance around, hoping to look casual, until my gaze settles on Saki Miyu, the Vocaloid wannabe girl.

She'd be perfect; she wasn't suspicious and was pretty dumb; she'd do what I asked in a flash. Including following me to a secluded area so I could sedate her.

I had studied a lot today; hopefully enough to sedate Miku and bring her home to brainwash her. Normally. I'd put off such a heist until tomorrow, but I needed to screw Unknown-chan to the ground as quickly as I could. I snake through the crowd and tap Miku on the shoulder.

She whips around to face me, her teal eyes widening for a moment. "Oh, hi, Ayano!" she chirps, oblivious to my plans for her.

"Hi, Saki..." I start. Damn, how was I going to say this? "How are you today? Do you need something?"

"Why do you ask?" Miku tilts her head slightly.

"Just wondering." I reply as innocently as I can.

"Well, this is embarrassing, but... I lost... my bra... somewhere at school and I can't find it anywhere. D-don't ask me why my bra is missing! It's a long story, okay?! The point is, if you see a bra lying around, it's mine, and I'd really appreciate if you'd return it to me... god... this is so embarrassing..." Miku's face reddens and she looks down at her shoes. I have to stifle an 'Are you a whore?' with great difficulty.

"I'll look for it," I offer kindly.

"You will?" Miku asks. "Thanks."

I had seen a teal bra lying by a sakura tree when I had been heading to the back door earlier. I slip out of the crowd and run over the grass, the short blades wetting my shoes, and skid to a halt at the tree. I snatch the bra from the ground, slightly appalled at the large cup size, before hugging it to my chest so nobody saw and returning to the lockers.

"Saki!" I call to her, "I found it!"

The teal-haired girl turns to me, her twintails flicking over her shoulders. "You did? Thanks! I owe you one!" She takes the bra from my hands and streaks towards the bathroom to put it on again.

Whores of a feather do indeed flock together, I think to myself as I shoot Koka Kola a glance.

I slink into the nurse's office. Unknown-chan is on the bed, her left eye swollen and puffy. The nurse doesn't notice me as I drop to my hands and knees and crawl along the floor as silently as possible, towards the table in the back of the room. A syringe is sitting on the top of it, and one drawer is cracked open, reveling a tranquilizer inside.

Just my luck; I had been planning to visit the local store to get a tranquilizer, but the nurse conveniently had one. Why, I don't know.

I pull the drawer open and pull out the tranquilizer and grab the syringe from the top of the table, inserting the sedative inside before crawling back out of the room. I stand up and stretch, slipping the syringe into my pocket, and head for the bathrooms, where Miku is putting on her bra.

I walk in just as she pulls on her shirt. "Hey Saki!" I say, faking a giddy tone to my voice, "Meet me at the gym in ten minutes-I have something cool to show you." She nods confusedly as I rush out of the bathroom and towards the annex, where all the clubs take place. I enter the annex slowly, walking through the cold, deserted hallways; clubs didn't start til 4 PM, and it was 3:39. The doors are labeled with bright colors; "MARTIAL ARTS CLUB", "GARDENING CLUB", "PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB"...

I halt at the doorway to the Light Music Club. Inside is a variety of instrument cases and stands with papers on them. Cautiously, I walk inside and rummage through the cases until I find a cello case which looks plenty big enough to store a human body. I open it and remove the cello before closing it and lugging it out of the room and down the hallways. Now, all I had to do was get this case into the gym, sedate Miku, put her inside, and bring her home.

The cello case flattens the grass where it drags as I take it to the gym. My arm burns with the effort and I have to pause several times to catch my breath, but I eventually swing the doors to the gym open and throw the dark gray case at the foot of the storage room. I glance at my phone; Miku would be here in a few minutes.

Positioning my hands so they're ready to draw out the syringe and stab the Vocaloid wannabe in a flash, I wait at the doorway quietly until I hear footsteps. My heart races... hopefully I did this right.

"Ayano?" Miku calls as she steps into the gym, "are you he-"

She doesn't finish.

I whip out the syringe and grab Miku's arm as soon as she is close enough. My left hand drives the syringe into her neck and Miku's eyes roll back and she goes limp beneath me. I toss the syringe aside and drape the body over my shoulder like a sedated boa as I pry the cello case open. I dump Miku inside, shoving her hair into her face so I have somewhere to place her flopping arms. After shoving the body into the case, I slam it shut and place it in the corner of the storage room before walking outside again, trying to look innocent.

Chaos would happen, all in good time

11:59, it reads on my phone as I bike down the empty roads, towards school. Stars faintly glitter above me as my fair flies out in a streak of black. I pedal up the slope leading to school, lean my bike against a sakura tree and slide off. Enveloped by the shadows, I enter the cold, lonely gym and pick up the cello case, dragging it through the doors, over the grass, and finally, to my bike. I tie the case to the back of my bike with a rope before jumping on and biking back home.

It's difficult to pedal with a girl in a cello case strapped to the back of your bike, but I manage, sweating as I put my bike against the side of my house, and lifting the cello case into my arms.

I open the door to my house and run down the stairs, stumbling. I leave the case in the middle of the basement and return with a chair from upstairs, placing it against the far wall and opening the case. Miku is still out cold, her mouth open and a little string of drool inching down her cheek. I lift the wannabe out of the case and toss her into the chair, binding her arms and neck to the chair with the rope I had used to secure the case when I came home on my bike.

Miku was my prisoner now, I think to myself as I go upstairs, to my room. And there was no escaping it.

I wake up to the monotone sound of my alarm clock ringing. I stand up, my legs shaking weakly as I stretch, and I head to my basement.

Miku is awake, staring at her shoes, not even trying to struggle against the ropes that bind her in place.

"Why are you doing this?" she pleads as I walk up to her. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Good question." I put my fingers on my chin.

"How long are you going to keep me here? Forever?" She begins to sound more and more desperate, feebly tugging her arms against their restraints. "What are you going to do...? Are you going to kill me?"

I shake my head and smile. I had something much better in mind for Miku. I loom over her, grinning, and Miku shakes her head. "No...!" she cries. "No! Stay back! Get away from me! No!"

It was Friday already.

I had spent the past three days endlessly torturing Miku until she was just a shell of a human with a broken mind. I lean against my basement wall, rubbing the dark circles beneath my eyes from late-night 'fun'. I had missed two days of school; hopefully they assumed I was sick, not that I wasn't a delinquent.

"I'll do anything..." Miku weeps, her voice almost as flat and monotone as mine. "I'll obey any command..."

"That's the spirit!" I say, pulling myself away from the wall and walking to the chair which the unfortunate girl was bound in. Silently, I remove the ropes tying her arms and head to the chair and she stands up, her eyes closed.

"Just... kill me..." she whispers, a single tear forming at the edge of her eye. Well, she has around 0.0001% of human left in her, but hey, close enough, right?

I take Miku by the arm and lead her upstairs. Mom had gone off to work, leaving us alone in the house. I stand the Vocaloid wannabe by the door as I rummage through the drawers in the kitchen, my fingers flying over the utensils, searching for a knife. I take a cheeseknife out, shut the drawer, and slip the knife into the pocket of my backpack before pushing the door open and walking outside with Miku slumping beside me.

I hop onto my bike and ride slowly as Miku walks beside me, flatly repeating "I'm worthless", "I'm useless". and "I'm nothing" over and over again to herself. With each hateful phrase she mumbles, my excitement only grows more and more. Today was the day where the Boss Bitch would die, and I would toss her body up into the air in celebration and laugh as fountains of blood stained my clothes.

And I would get away scot-free.

But then I start to consider things. What if Miku actually rejected my commands to kill Unknown-chan? What if Unknown-chan somehow got out alive and framed me for it? What if we got caught before Miku even attacked Unknown-chan?! I realize how risky this might be, and consider not going with this plan, until I see... him.

Senpai.

With his dark hair gently tossing in the breeze and his flawless form moving swiftly over the sidewalk adjacent me and Miku; he looks even more dashing and beautiful than ever. My vision pinks at the corners and my heart slows, beating loudly against my ribcage, as if every beat was a love letter. But then I notice something.

Senpai is looking down at the floor.

And with a twist of perspective I suddenly realize what I had done. I had taken everyone Senpai had cared about. I had forced him to see his friends and loved ones die, one by one. I had put him through enough pain for twenty lifetimes, and was about to double that amount by getting Miku to kill Unknown-chan.

Did I really want to do this?

I stopped biking to consider this. My broken slave stopped beside me and continued in her self-loathing. Did I really want to hurt Senpai even more? I was doing this for him... shouldn't I care about how he felt, too?

No. I was all he needed. When he had me, I could seal up all those little tiny wounds for him with a snap of my fingers.

I was going to carry this out. And Senpai would be mine.

The gentle hill leading to the school building was in front of me now; I pick up the pace and quickly bike up the hill, with Miku blindly running after me,her twintails flapping endlessly in the hot wind.

For Senpai, I think as I put my bike in the bike rack, jump off, and hand Miku the cheeseknife.

I wait in the shadows of the cherry tree, watching the neat line of students slowly stream into school. I notice how there are gaps in the lines... gaps where people should be. Seeing those empty spaces makes me smile from knowing that I was the cause of them.

Miku is shivering beside me, her voice cracking with whatever emotion she had left as she whispered, "I'm useless..."

I suddenly see Unknown-chan next in line, her hair fanning out in the breeze. A snowy bang is swept over her left eye, and when the wind shakes it aside, I see a gaping hole where her eye should be.

I had successfully gouged her eye out.

"Now," I whisper-shout to Miku as Unknown-chan passes in front of us, the tips of her hair flicking against my nose. Miku stands up, her knees shaking, before slowly striding out of the shadow of the sakura tree and heading towards Unknown-chan. Her hands are shaking, but she keeps a firm grip on the cheeseknife. I watch, grinning widely, as Miku grabs Unknown-chan's arm and shoves the knife into her neck.

Screams erupt from every corner of the main pathway. Everyone spins to look at Miku, who pulls the knife out of Unknown-chan's neck and watches blankly as her victim falls to the floor.

The blood she oozes trickles into the grass and I reach down, pressing my fingertips into the warm, tangy liquid, hues of red washing over my nails.

And in that very instant everyone makes a run for it; the girls bolt to the doors of the school in one big gaggle while the boys run into the building, screaming "TEACHER! TEACHER! I SAW A STUDENT HURT SOMEONE! I THINK THEY'RE DEAD!"

I stay calm and silent amid the chaos; eyes fixed on Miku. She grips the bloody knife in her hands, staring down at it with blank eyes before leaning her head back to face the sky.

I stop myself from crying out to her; I'd still use her in many more, ahem, 'missions', if i could, but I couldn't make myself seen. Miku hesitates for a moment, her twintails touching the blood around her shoes, before whipping her head forward again and smashing the knife into her head.

She stays still for a moment, her fingers around the handle of the knife, its blade jammed into her forehead, causing blood to drip down into her eyebrows. The boys run back with an army of teachers behind them just as Miku goes limp and collapses onto herself in a pile of blood and hair. Her hands uncurl from the knife and flop down to her sides as the teachers scream in disbelief and rush towards the two corpses.

I run as soon as I see the brown-haired adults charging towards the bodies, and erupt into the faint sunlight. I fleetingly consider trying to kill the teachers, before eyeing their long legs and sturdy arms and deciding against it.

While the teachers call the police in a flurry of words and tears, I strike out towards the school, feeling greater than ever. I had done it; accomplished my mission. I had killed everyone who seemed interested in Senpai... and now he was mine!

I strut happily into the locker room and dump the books from my backpack into my locker.

Senpai will be mine, I greedily think to myself as I slam the beige door shut and spin on my heel, heading towards my classroom.