Allo everyone! So, I've been getting SOOOOO many cool characters lately, I want to include them all! They will be extra characters, the ones not in the original 11. Like Yuuya and his gang. Anyways, here is the next (hopefully fixed) chapter!

Chapter Three- Hell's Abandon

Shin & Kiro

Shin let loose a slow, lengthy moan. His head was pounding, and he cracked open his emerald eyes. His glasses were on his chest, not his eyes. The fall. He thought bitterly. He pulled himself into a slow sit, pieces of rotting wood shifting off of his lanky form.

The fall! He thought again, recollecting memories of the previous event. Kiro had grabbed him, trying to pull him up. The blonde had tried to warn her, but by then, it had been too late.

Kiro. His gaze began scanning for the girl as soon as he put his glasses on. To his masked and utter relief, she was only a few feet away. Unlike him, however, she was still unconscious.

Kiro was very unlike any other girl in Kotohi Academy. She wore the boy's uniform, not the girl's. She also wore black skinny jeans instead of dress pants, and had rolled up the black uniform sleeves. The tie didn't make it around her neck, and she had a chain for her wallet. A black glove donned her left hand, while a white fingerless glove covered her right. The tomboy also insisted on wearing a pair of steel gray combat boots, always trekking mud around the campus.

Her hair was dusty blond- legit or dyed was unknown. It was swept across her face in the form of jaggedly cut bangs, with her left eye partially concealed by her hair while her right was visible. Her bangs were also rebelliously dyed maroon, to Shin's disapproval. Her skin was slightly tanned, and her eyes when open were breathtaking.

Shin made his way over to her, kneeling beside her unmoving form. He placed a hand on her left arm and shook gently. She didn't move, but her expression twitched into one of pain. Looking down, Shin's blank look turned into a concerned one fast.

The arm she had been holding him with was streaked with purplish-red streaks that he recognized as marks of a torn muscle. Sighing, he adjusted his grip to Kiro's shoulder, and shook again.


I can't see anything. The space before me is blank and devoid of any color except black, if there is anything there at all. I feel cold, colder than I usually feel. I almost don't feel alive. It still feels like I'm falling down into the hole. Is that the case? If so, where is that Hayeki boy? I was so sure I was going to save him. At least him, but now my hands feel as distant and lost as the darkness around me. Am I alive even? If I weren't, I hardly find that surprising. A fall to the basement with a butt load of concrete crippling on top of you would be hard to survive. But I get the feeling wherever this abandon is, it sure as hell ain't the basement. Suddenly, my left arm is screaming in pain. It doesn't sting, more like a burning sensation that can only be described as cold. Suddenly I'm regaining awareness... Is this... I'm waking up!

Kiro's sharp, steely onyx glare snapped to attention, and she jerked into a sitting position. Her right arm immediately clutched her left, and she winced slightly. She was in a lot more pain than she would let show, Shin knew. He put a hand behind her back when she started to tip backwards out of loss for balance, and her dark-steel gaze met his at first with defiance, and then it quickly reverted to a hollow look.

Shin felt at a loss of what to do now. He was stuck god-knows-where with the only one who competed with his statue-like appearance. But, she outranked him in terms of emotionlessness. Kiro was far more cold.

The 16 year old shrugged off Shin's helping hand, silently insisting on standing by herself. He stood up faster than her, watching her maneuver into a stand. The two each took a moment to assess where they were, before Kiro sighed.

"Damn." Shin bit his tongue, having to adjust his glasses with more than forced calmness. He should have expected such bland help from the tsundere. Though she may have tried to save him, he still managed to find himself getting frustrated.

In his scrutinizing eyes, Kiro didn't know the meaning of the word "teamwork" and could care less for a soul- save herself. He knew she wouldn't get far socially, as she rarely seemed to find interest in anyone/thing. She was judging, cold, and selfish. He despised her attitude.

"Language, Dakunaito. Just because we don't appear to be in our school or a hospital doesn't mean you get a free pass with rules on me." He lectured calmly. Dark eyes shot him a glare that hit him like a bullet, even though her expression remained bland and she didn't move a muscle.

"Piss off." An exasperated sigh parted Shin's lips, and he rubbed the bridge of his nose. Seizing the opportunity, Kiro coldly began walking down the hall.

"Where do you think you're going?" The blond boy growled at the slowly retreating girl.

"Away." She called back over her shoulder, her monotone bored and dare he say childish. He started after her, seeing as their classmates were nowhere in sight. His hands found his pockets, and inwardly he began to strengthen the aggravation growing between the two. It was plain to see that peace wouldn't last between the two. It would be because they were so alike, and their chemicals didn't mix in the least.

After a few minutes of him trailing the girl who still clutched her arm, tentatively massaging the strained limb, he decided the cold silence needed to stop. The atmosphere of the unknown place didn't help the tension, and he got the feeling the two were being watched by hungry eyes.

"Dakunaito, do you happen to know where we are?" Shin asked politely.

"No." He could hear Kiro's dull reply. Her pace didn't falter, and she didn't seemed fazed by the sudden conversation. Had he been anyone else, he would assume she hadn't been listening to him.

"Well, we obviously need to figure this out. For all we know, we could be wandering around somewhere foreign to us, and without us knowing where we are, we could easily get lost. Although, I get the feeling we are already lost, as you don't seem to know where you're going. This could prove to be a problem, and we should search for something.

This appears to be a school of some sort, so we should search for an exit, correct? Perhaps I should take the lead, seeing as I already have a plan and motive in mind. You however, seem to be aimlessly wandering around..."

Little did Shin know, his whole lecture was going in through one of Kiro's ears and out the other. He only realized this mid-sentence after about 5 minutes of talking, and abruptly stopped, anger sparking in his eyes. Kiro however, continued to trudge forward.

"Hey, are you even listening?!" He exclaimed. She still didn't stop.

"Mm?" He heard the lazy reply as the tsundere finally turned to face the fuming boy. Her expression was bored, and her eyes even more so.

"You didn't listen to any of that, did you?" He snarled through clenched teeth. Kiro met his hot glare equally, unfazed.

"Any of what?" She seemed to taunt. The blond boy grit his teeth to hold back a sly insult, and just settled on training his eyes to the floor, deciding to ignore her. He began to wonder why he wasn't being quiet, and why he was so angry. He almost never talked, much less showed emotion. Is the atmosphere getting to me that quickly? He thought, trailing after the tsundere.

Kiro stared at Shin lamely for a moment more, before sighing and turning back to the long, expansive hallway ahead. She couldn't see the other side, but a flyer caught her eye. Trudging up to it, she read it over quickly. It appeared to be written in red paint- no. Blood. It was blood, but the bloody letters didn't bother her.

God has forsaken us.

I'm alone.

Death is coming.

You can't escape.

Even hell abandoned this place.

"Encouraging." She grunted with rolled eyes. When Shin didn't respond from behind her, she decided on moving along down the hall. There were gauges in the floor, the bottoms of which evaded her sight. This mildly disturbed her, but didn't scare her. What made her jump however was a horrific sight before her eyes. Eyes widening, Kiro froze. Of all things to find in a wreckage-of-a-school, this certainly wasn't on the list.

Shin snapped back into focus as soon as Kiro stopped, and frowning, he arrived beside her.

"Dakunaito? Why did you-" He was cut off by his own gasp as he saw what had paralyzed her.

There lay a rotting corpse, absolutely covered in blood to the point where it almost wasn't acknowledgeable as a human being. It reeked of death, and it's whited eyes seemed to stare into their souls and beyond.

Shin shivered, while Kiro still didn't move. When he glanced down at her, he saw that her face was neutral. Gaping now, he watched as she walked over to the bloody mess, crouching down and staring at the side of it's head with lightless gray eyes.

"Male. Old body." She observed bluntly. Horror clutching his chest, he watched her grab the maroon face, before pulling her gloved hand away. "Died ages ago." She grunted, standing up to wipe dry flecks of blood on her pant leg.

Shin had started down the opposite hallway, feeling as if he were going to vomit. He could hear Kiro tailing him, but no more words came from her mouth.

"That was horrible... Who would do such a thing in a school?" He choked out once far enough away to recover properly. He soon found himself looking for condolence in Kiro's eyes. He found nothing but hollow stone.

"Not a school." He heard her faint murmur. Her gaze hardened slightly, gaining a razor edge.

"Not even close."


Seitaro walked alongside Kana, his eyes peeling the battered halls. Her hand was mere centimeters away, and if he'd been feeling lucky, he'd grab and sweep her off her feet. But luck wasn't the case.

Fear was eating away at his nerve. He didn't feel right here, like this place was too dark for his small beam of light optimism. He would soon be swathed over into the shadows, metaphorically.

Kana looked nervous, rubbing her hands together anxiously. Worried, Seitaro looked down at her. He licked his dry lips before speaking.

"You ok Takahashi-kun?" He asked tentatively. His honey-brown gaze met her grass green orbs, and his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm worried about Ketsuke-kun and the others." She murmured in a weak voice. Seitaro inwardly winced at mention of Shun's name, his heart feeling like it was slowly being drilled into. Almost like it was his job to reply, the tall boy found interest in his shoes. Feeling moderately shot down, he replied in a forcefully sympathetic tone.

"Me too, but we'll find them. Don't worry." I'm here. He wanted to add, but he had the feeling that such care would be thrown away by hands as fragile as glass.

And so, with feet heavier than when they had started the lost trek, the two walked down the hall without a word in each other's direction.

I have a feeling I'm rushing things, but hopefully it'll even out. I put a bit of focus into Shin and Kiro this chapter, to show you what more chapter will be like. Paying attention to one group mostly for the whole thing. Thanks for all the support my vict- readers!