A/N: I've got nothing much to say about this, but... sorry for the random spurts of action, then detail. It feels like they didn't accomplish much. Huh.
...the average tan khaki shorts. His eyes were glistening a nice shade of grey. The youngest of them all was a young girl, a 1st grader maybe, with a pink long sleeve shirt and a red jean dress, her dark brown hair short with a butterfly clip in it. Her eyes were a wonderful shade of green. Though the children were drawn in crayon, their features were undeniably those of what would seem to be an everyday kid. I can hear a cackle from up the stairs, and after turning my head to the direction of the sound, the photo disappears off the wall. Ayumi mutters something I can't hear, so we both continue up the stairs.
Luckily, this stairway isn't blocked as the other one was. In fact it's in much better shape, with less gaping holes and even a bit of outdoor lighting from the windows. We climb to the top easily, and after scanning the hallway she falls to her knees in a sob. "They're coming", she says squeakily, and I whisk around behind me and find myself face to face with a young child. He reminds me of the one drawn, the boy, but he's outlined in blue with red patches beneath his mouth and on his abdomen. "Geh it bahhhh", he croaks, and I hear Ayumi squeal not too far behind me. He places his small palms on my shoulders and I'm suddenly sinking towards the ground. Seeing her shaking in fear, almost reachable if I used my fingertips. I felt bad for her, really. It must be a site. I turn back to the boy and stare directly into his eyes, and he repeats the phrase. I was terrifyingly calm, so scared I didn't know what to feel, and as the boy raised his fist to hit me, he vanished. She runs up towards me and hugs me, tears coming down her eyes, once again mumbling something beneath her choking. I pat her back awkwardly and stand us up. "He… should've killed you…", Ayumi says quietly, gripping onto my arm rather than the jacket this time. I nod as though I knew that as well, and we both continue forward. Papers are once again scattered about, but most are repeated versions of the information we read from the other article, or notes saying either "don't give up" or "die". Wonderful. We eventually reach a door that reads 'Infirmary', and I consider us to be lucky and open it. Inside, for a flash of a second, we can see the two girls from the drawing, but they both dissipate as the boy did the instant we focused our eyes on them. Ayumi almost immediately plops down on the bed and sighs, holding her head in pain. I look sadly towards her and search the nearby cabinets. Most of the medicine is outdated or soaked in blood, but I remember something. I pull out two purple tablets from my pocket and hand them to her. She looks at me, puzzled. "I had some pretty bad headaches myself this morning, and brought these to school", I said softly and enclose them in her hand. She nods at me and luckily puts them in her mouth before lying down in the corner of the bed. No other supplies are in the room, except a super-glued journal and a not working lamp, so I take a pocket from her sleeping body and light it on the floor next to the bed. I myself climb in (not facing the same way as her, obviously) and stare at the ceiling. Eventually, my eyelids become heavy and I'm out.
I'm woken up from my peaceful slumber by someone shaking my head back and forth. I open my eyes and realize it's Ayumi, who luckily looked better, and prop myself up. "Morning to you too, Shinozaki", I say, and realize just how irritated she looked. Most likely and hopefully, not from pain. "I can't believe you let us sleep. And in the same bed at that", she huffs, and crosses her arms in front of her chest. I chuckle and rub the back of my neck, and I almost see her smile, before we both go serious again. I climb out of the bed and offer my hand to help her up as well, but she shakes her head and whines. "Please", she says quietly, and it goes on like that for a few minutes (I actually enjoyed it a bit) before forcefully yanking her off the bed. She squeals and tears brim up in her eyes, and she's pressing her legs together really tight. I notice on the bed that there's a blood stain, and immediately spit out the most idiotic words of the century: "Did you have your period or something?" She slapped me and started to whine again, obviously not realizing that I did not care. I sigh and leave her to her complaining, researching the cabinets but finding nothing. "Skirt wet?", I ask awkwardly, and she nods slowly. I take of my jacket and hand it towards her and I begin to head out the door when she stops me. "If you mention it again, I'll kill you.", but in the midst of it I did hear a thank you. During our night's rest, there must've been another earthquake. Boards were broken, and confusedly, a few new were replaced. We step cautiously just in case, until Ayumi pipes up. Maybe we should see if there are any updates from Mochida on the desk", she says and smiles. It sorta pi- sorry, irritated me, that she was so interested in him, but I decide to let it slide. "Sounds good", I say and nod, and we both head back down the stairs. I note she's less clingy 'today'. Or whatever it was right now.
We eventually arrive at the classroom, with the help of a few jumps over gaps in the flooring. The desk is a bit more covered than...