Yuka was frozen in absolute fear as she watched the older boy of the two produce something shiny from his pocket, which turned out to be a rather sharp and dangerous looking pocket knife. Was that dried blood on the blade? The girl didn't dare take a second look to answer her own question, instead turning and running down the halls as fast as her little legs would carry her. It was obvious that even if those boy's didn't actually mean her any harm, they wouldn't be of any assistance in the search for her lost brother. She would find Satoshi on her own, and only then would she begin to feel safe again. Especially since she could faintly hear someone walking at a brisk pace behind her, over the sound of her own pounding heartbeat and gasps for breath.
The footsteps, of course, belonged to none other than Morishige and Kizami, recently used pocketknife in hand. They were pursuing Yuka at a quick walk, rather than running, and were easily catching up to her since their longer legs provided longer strides than the young female's own. Eventually they caught the terrified child. She struggled against Morishige's grip and screamed to her big brother for help.
"Oh little one..." Kizami began with an eerie smile. "Your big brother has probably been swallowed up by this cursed school by now, if not already brutally murdered by one of the many evil spirits residing within its walls. So, I shall be your new brother. I've always wanted a little sister, you see. I promised myself that if the day ever came when I was some girl's older brother, I would always take care of her. The ghosts here kill their victims in such gruesome, painful ways. You wouldn't want that to happen to you, would you? That's why I am going to protect you from their wrath...by taking your life myself."
Morishige's hold on Yuka was too tight to escape from, and soon enough the smooth skin on her throat became one with the deadly blade of Kizami's knife. Deep red blood poured out of the wound. And only when the girl exhaled her last breath, her eyes falling eternally shut, did the accomplice allow her lifeless form to fall to the ground. Both boy's had such crazed looks in their eyes as their gaze met over Yuka's corpse. Kizami slowly reached over to touch the other male's lips, painting them red with the blood of his latest victim. He then leaned in to kiss those blood stained lips. It was a slow kiss, gentle and almost tender. There was every opportunity for the younger to move away. However, as of this very moment, Mayu was no longer the one who held his affection. It was this stone cold killer that now held the rights to his own equally psychotic heart. So he returned the kiss, pressing his lips back against Kizami's until he felt the older's tongue softly lapping up the blood from his lips before sliding itself inside Morishige's mouth to allow the younger to taste the girl's beautiful death as well. After all, he had a large part in her demise, did he not? He deserved this treat. And there was no other way he would rather have it delivered to him than by the deepened kiss he was now sharing with the other crazy boy.
From that moment on, the two boy's silently agreed to hold hands as they traveled through the hallways, stopping to kiss each time they ended an innocent life. They kissed a lot. Kizami was not one to actually care about someone. But there was something about this boy that made him want to protect him. And really protect him. Not like he protected Yuka. No. He wanted Morishige to be alive and well. So he had a hard time deciding whether or not he should kill the blue haired boy if the time ever came for it. Morishige, on the other hand, already knew that he would never hurt the one whose hand he was holding. He didn't know if this was love...but he definitely worshiped Kizami. He was a God in Morishige's eyes. A man who decided who was to live and die. Powerful and beautiful. And he never wanted to leave this place if Kizami couldn't come with him. Unfortunately, that was a choice he would be forced to make very soon.