"I-I'm so sorry!" Seiko cried, stumbling backwards. She only remembered sitting before Naomi. She felt rejected, jealous... Hurt, in general, and then everything went black and she came to her senses before the brown-haired boy. He was sprawled on the ground, blood puddling around him. The girl only stood there helplessly for a moment, before kneeling before him. "Mochida... MOCHIDA! You're not leaving do you hear me?!" she yelled at him, vision blurred through a stream of tears that rolled down her cheeks.

Was this her fault?

It could be. She was pretty vulnerable with such negative emotions keeping glued to her... Oh, she was so so stupid even thinking that stuff! She was with Naomi, and that's all she really needed. Nothing else and nothing more. And now there was a chance that she murdered the love of her life. Satoshi Mochida hacked, coughing up blood. There were multiple black dots clouding his vision as he tried to make out the figure before him.

All he could remember was sending Yuka to try and see another bathroom, and when he stood, waiting patiently for her arrival, something stabbed him from behind. He didn't get to see who did it, but felt some sort of a knife sink into his skin, thrusting inside him. After remaining inside for several, long seconds, it drew back, before repeatedly striking his abdomen. At that stage, he was barely cautious and writhing in pain. However much he wanted to, unconsciousness just wouldn't take him away, refusing to calm his burning insides. A maniacal laughter still rang in his ears, sounding a little familiar.

"Don't close your eyes, you hear me? Blinking is fine, just don't go to sleep, okay?" Seiko instructed the boy as she searched around in panic. She lifted him up, and ignoring the pleading calls to leave him alone, drew off his button-up shirt, to use to apply some pressure and soak up the blood, like a kind of bandage. It would have to be enough, unless he wanted her to take off the one he had underneath too.

Fumbling with the piece of material, she lay his student ID next to them, so he wouldn't loose it or his paper scrap. She leaned in to check the pulse, how fast or slow it was, and then checked his breathing. She had taken some classes on first aid, but doubted she would really need to use them in reality at any point. Taking the material again she wrapped it around her hands and started to apply pressure to Satoshi's wounds, breathing hollowly. "Come on, come on... Work goddammit!" she begged him starting to slowly loose the little amount of hope she had remaining.

For Naomi. She'll keep him alive for Naomi.

Seiko continued to madly cry, attempting her hardest to save the boy that lay before her. He hacked, like it was working, but his face grew noticeably pale and his eyes closed. "HEY! Don't sleep!" she instructed him, but got no reply. "Open your damn eyes, you hear me!" she screamed at him through frustration at her very self for letting it all happen, for not saving him. Or maybe he was alive? Well, this was Heavenly Host. He most likely wasn't.

"Don't leave us... Don't leave me. Yuka. Naomi. Don't leave us here alone!" she kept repeating, while adding more pressure to the multiple stab wounds. Through the deathly injury, she managed to get almost all of her uniform bloody, causing it to turn crimson around the skirt and sleeves mostly, as well as the shoes and socks. Moving away with wide eyes, she poked Satoshi a few times. "Wake up, Mochida... Please..." Seiko would shake her head sadly. How will she tell Naomi?

Poor Naomi... How will she take it? As a remembrance, a sentimental treasure, she picked up his ID and clipped it not far from her own, so it wouldn't get lost. "I'll give it to her, okay? She'll keep it and never forget you. Thank you. For keeping my Naomi happy." she finally managed to choke out as farewell of sorts, before moving away from the corpse, feeling fresh tears roll down her cheeks.

She still felt paralyzed throughout, accusing and cursing herself for loosing him. For letting him suffer. And she didn't save him, either. Seiko rocked slightly, face covered in tears as she stared at the boy before her, who was his normal self hours ago, with a sheepish smile on his face, or with a high-pitched squeal of fear at the single roll of thunder. He was such a scaredy cat, and yet it was impossible not to befriend him with obvious outgoing personality. "I'll protect her, okay? I wouldn't let no anything lay a finger on her head." she swore, carefully styling his hair back into place, moving his legs flat out and his hands folded across the chest.

He looked like in deep sleep, only one that he wouldn't wake up from.

Alone.

She was alone. Again.

Naomi took in a sharp breath to help her calm down, leaning roughly against the wall. Her pupils were widened to the point brown irises were merely visible. "Seiko?" she called out, seeing that the girl that had been there only an hour or go, maybe two, was now missing. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she stood up, stomping her foot on the weak floor, giving away a scream of fear and frustration. "YOU PROMISED! You promised you wouldn't leave me! That we'll not separate again! LIAR! LIAR LIAR LIAR!" she screamed at nothing, sobbing viciously afterwards.

"Or... Or something happened to you... Oh, Seiko!" she cried, immediately feeling anxious about the brunette's well-being. Everything was possible at this point, and she couldn't allow anything to happen to her. Moving cautiously on, Naomi looked around the area with extra care. No signs of the cheery, energetic friend's of her's, unfortunately appeared to be in sight. How much she hated the idea, the girl moved forwards, away from the spot of comfort. She slipped quite quickly corridor after corridor, seeking for her companion.

"Seiko?!" she continuously called in her goal of finding her, sighing to herself after getting no response every time. Getting slowly tired, Naomi wondered off into a rather random classroom. She found a figure there, in the same uniform like her own, with someone before her. A corpse? Her voice caught in her throat as she approached closer, making sure her presumption was correct.

Certainly, it was Seiko, sobbing lightly before the body of... Satoshi? No. No. No. NO. It wasn't him. It couldn't be. But who else wore a blue shirt under the button-up one? There was no blazer in sight, either. Every sign had shown it was Satoshi, but she couldn't think like that. Eventually, after she managed to stop tears from flowing into her eyes, she looked down at the other girl.

"... Seiko?"

After wondering the school for a while now, lost in her concerns for students of the class 2-9, Ms. Yui woke up underneath a shelf. She must have lost consciousness, or at least the knowledge of what was going on. Black spots were still in her vision, but... The shelf felt like it had gotten lighter. After a struggle, she screamed, managing to wriggle from underneath the piece of furniture. She held tightly onto her right arm, which felt like it was fractured. It stained her darker pink coat crimson with her own blood, showing some sort of glass had to bite into her skin. "OW! ... Oh..." she muttered, pain shrilling her voice.

Her breathing was roughened, and she breathed in and out in hopes of evening it out. "So, you're... really, truly concerned about the safety of your students, are you?" someone from the side asked. A spirit. A red one, too. It was dangerous. For a moment, the young woman's eyes widened, but she fought not to show signs of fear. "Of course I am!" she stated with determination.

"But you're just their instructor, no? You have no familial bond with any of them. You're not their mother." it only dwelled further, confusion in the echoing voice of whoever it was. "But they're my children!"

"...!" Yui looked up at the... thing, head titled proudly. She was still frightened, to the very bone, but didn't let it slip noticed. "I think I speak for every one of us at Kisaragi Academy... When we say that we love our children... We care about them just like their parents do." she continued, hoping it convinced him. "Never underestimate a teacher." she added, more dangerously, taking a shaky step forward.

"Ooh.. ah... ulgh..." the spirit only mumbled, barely audible. "Now, answer me this! Your little rant earlier suggested that more of my students are here than the two I came with and the one I heard... Is it true? Were the others brought here as well?" Yui asked, looking down at her injury for a moment, not wanting to stare at the being before her. "It is. Numerous corporeal entities joined us in these closed spaces, all at the same time. Counting you...I sensed the arrival of nine people." it answered, but the teacher wasn't exactly listening, focusing on the arm of her's.

My right arm is definitely broken... And the blood. All those cutting implements on the shelf must have done a number on my back... I wonder how long... I was out for... she wondered inwardly, putting little concentration to anything else. Kishinuma and Shinozaki must be worried. I need to get back to the classroom. Were her final thoughts in the classroom, immediately getting anxious all over about the couple's well-being. Not to mention the others, of course. If anything happened to them... She wouldn't forgive herself.

She decided firmly, ignoring any of the calls after her, that she'll save them, even if that's the last thing she's going to do. Shishido stepped out of the classroom, dragging her legs, which refused to work properly. Succumbing to unbearable feelings of anger and hatred, one victim drawn to harm another... It's not just people trapped in this space, but their sadness and torment as well. It's got nowhere to go, so it just hangs in these halls. "We shouldn't be here. I have to get them all back home. Please... everybody... Stay safe..."

Author's Note; Sorry I haven't update. First week of school was a little rough, and I'm still getting accustomed to the changes, etc. I hope you understand! Anyways, I'll try to update more now, and am planning on beginning another story soon as well. Stay tuned up! (;