Komaeda and I skipped along the sidewalk through the gated community and into the massive red mansion.

We wandered through room after room in a blur. Despite each one being so fancy, they didn't really stick out much in my mind. All of the furniture was worn, some of the cushions on the seats had actually split open revealing the insides of the velvet upholstery. Any chair or table that was in a corner or close to a wall had at least two spiderwebs attached to the back or the legs.

Eventually, we stopped at a red double door. Unlike the other doors in the house it had a fresh coat of deep red paint and the golden decorative handles looked freshly polished, completely lacking any fingerprints or smudges.

"...And this…"

He gestured to the door.

"Is uhh…"

His face paled (Which I didn't think it could get any whiter) and his hand began to shake.

He took a gulp and I saw beads of perspiration form on his forehead.

I cocked my head at him in confusion.

He glanced down at me and then quickly opened the door for me.

What lay before me was a queen size bed with a decorative golden frame and bright red covers and pillows. Next to it, was a little night stand on one side and a bookshelf on the other with big volumes which I assumed were dictionaries because they had golden roman numerals and nothing else covered their black spines.

As I stepped in I felt a plush fabric under my feet. I looked down and saw a blemishless bright red carpet under my leather shoe.

Crap! I forgot I had my shoes on! AND ON THIS NICE CLEAN FLOOR TOO! gEEZ AYANO WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU! WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR SHOES ON?!

"It's okay. Don't worry about it."

Komaeda said with a calm smile and a hand on my shoulder.

This made me realize that he was right behind me as I felt his warm shallow breath on the back of my neck.

"Sorry…"

I mumbled as I took off my shoes and turned to place them behind the door.

"I got it."

He took the shoes and placed them neatly behind him and then took off his own shoes.

I awkwardly backed away to let him into the room.

He sauntered over to the bed and flopped right on it. I saw this as a sign that I was allowed to do the same.

I walked right up to it and plopped my booty on the side of the mattress right next to the sprawled out Komaeda.

He then sat up and turned to face the opposite way kind of towards the bookshelf.

I noticed that the wall had two doors on it that were like the double doors we came in.

"One of those is a closet. The other one's a bathroom."

He turned to me.

"You wanna see?"

I shrugged.

"Might as well."

We both got up and Komaeda opened the closet, revealing two racks with neatly pressed clothes hung on each side and at the end of the closet was a shelf of shoes.

Huh…?

As I stepped in I realized that, on the left side was buisness suit after business suit and on the right was assorted women's clothing.

I turned to Komaeda but before I could say anything he pulled me out and shut the door.

"Uuuwaaaggghh!"

I yelled as I fell into his chest. He wasn't being too rough but, he certainly caught me by surprise.

My arms pressed against him as I looked up in what must have appeared to be a very Moe fashion.

He simply looked down at me and smiled.

"I think we should do something else now..."

This kind of freaked me out a little. Being this close to him let me know that he wasn't being his usual anxious self. Being in his grasp however, I didn't want to object to him.

"Uhh… Sure, yes… Let's…"

He moved his arm from my waist to my shoulder and began to walk me to the door.

Just as I was about to step out he swooped his arms under me and picked me up once again surprising me and catching me off guard.

"Eeeeeaaagh!"

I squealed.

Komaeda seemed to return to his shy and nervous self.

"Sorry… I… I just…"

For a moment he paused and stared right into my eyes but then he looked away.

" I want to make sure you don't get a splinter on the wood."

"Uhh…"

I had my arms close to my chest. Most girls would have probably felt like they were royalty, but I felt more like a sack of barley being taken to the shearer.

Man, Komaeda keeps catching me off guard… I either have a serious problem at this point or he's got an agenda...

"Okay… You do have some pretty old worn flooring."

"Yeah, we had to lay off the carpenter."

"Why?"


She asked.

"Well…"

My mind started going backwards, rewinding to that time when a carpenter worked in my house.

"After a house is built you don't usually need a carpenter."

"Heh, yeah I guess you really don't."

Despite her smiling face I knew she wasn't enjoying herself. As we had previously walked from room to room I could sense her discontent as she gazed off into space nodding at every word.

She didn't even say anything about the nasty cobwebs…

She was doing her best to be polite I guess...

It must be painful… Walking through a disgusting house like this…

Which is why I am eliminating the walking part!

She does seem pretty scared though… Of course she is! Human trash like me picking her up out of nowhere! She is truly disgusted at this point!

I began to carry Ayano carefully with both hands to my destination.

Still… I don't want her getting a splinter like I got the one time. That REALLY sucked.


Komaeda carried me down the hall to a door that looked dark brown and pretty beat up.

"Can you uhh… Open that? I got my hands full…"

He gestured with his chin.

I reached over and opened the door revealing a set of stairs going downward into darkness with concrete walls on each side.

"Now be careful. This is going to be a bit of a tight fit…"

As he began to step down I realized what he wanted me to do. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer as he took me down into the dark depths.


I sat at my computer furiously typing away.

That asshole! That asshole! THAT ASSHOLE!

I AM GOING TO GET THAT ASSHOLE!

On the screen was my blog, my other persona. In person I may have been the weak shy Touko Fukawa but on the internet I was known as the deadly uncaptured serial killer Genocider Syo.

Nobody knew anything about Genocider except that they hated men. All across Japan were cases of beautiful, handsome, men's bodies savagely sliced up with Genocider's signature weapon;

Scissors.

After the job is done they are left hanging by the wrists for the whole world to see.

I began slowing down my furious typing.

Sure I blog about this all the time but, can I actually become a serial killer?

I began feeling queasy as the thought of blood filled my mind.

I have too…

For Ayano….


hey guys! Authors note here! sorry for taking so long to post! life's been crazy and I had me a bit of writers block! I'm also starting to really lose motivation to write this because of the new anime coming out thats going to talk about life at hopes peak and pretty much eliminate interest in fanfictions that take place in that frame of time. I also had fics planned for future/present day stuff for future foundation and monaka but interest will be lost in those as well. let me know in the reviews if I should keep going or not!

Thanks for reading that! ~_^)/))