"I'm tired, Sanyu," Yuzuru said, his head resting in his hands.

"I know buddy," I reply taking a big swig of coffee, "we all are."

"But I'm super tired," Yuzuru wined. His complaint irked me for some reason, what made him think he was so special.

"Just go splash some water on your face," I snapped, Yuzuru glared at me.

"Jackass," Yuzuru shot back, "I don't feel like I can trust anyone here anymore..."

"I don't know I feel like not everyone is bad," I admitted, the strawberry incident showed me how dorky everyone really is, "haven't you made friends with anyone?"

"Well, I don't know, I guess Grant, I also feel pretty close to y-you," Yuzuru stammered, aw he must be embarrassed to say I'm his friend.

"Don't worry Yuzuru we're friends," I said clapping him on the back, Yuzuru chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, friends," Yuzuru sighed, "Hey, there's someone I think has the wrong impression of me, do you know how I can make them see me differently?"

"Hm, I guess changing your appearance would help. It would make them see you in a different light," I suggest, Yuzuru went quiet, "You could also get someone else's input."

"That's true… I'll go do that!" Yuzuru stood up, and I watched Yuzuru go talk to Grant, maybe Grant's the friend he wants to see him in a different light?

"What's going on?" Alan asked appearing next to me.

"Nothing!" I shouted startled.

"Jeez, can't even look scared," Alan mumbled, "at least you can sound like it."

"What do you need Alan?" I asked, generally curious why Alan was talking to me all of a sudden.

"The dynamic duo are annoying me half to hell," he replied gesturing to Haruna and Kenta who were having a card building contests, apparently arguing over how Kenta had cheated, "and I figured if anyone is going to leave me in peace, It's you, my expressionless friend."

"Oh ha. Ha. Ha." I exaggerated, but he wasn't wrong I wasn't going to annoy him unless he wanted me to. Though that was before I saw Alan had a book in his hands, "what are you reading?"

"It's a textbook," he replied curtly.

"What's it about," I ask, Alan simply holds the book up flashing the title 'Chemistry: Ionic Bonds and More!' "oh... do you like chemistry?"

"Well I came here for silence and that's not happening, so I'm going to go" Alan said, closing his book "I'll tell you what, next free time we can have our little tea party bonding session," Alan left going to sit by himself. After a bit of silence I could feel my eyes start to droop, just blinking made them burn. I took another sip of my coffee and went to make another dozen artsy projects, knowing nothing better to do I joined the others who were being coached by Kojiro on how to make a pony bead keychain fish. In time we all had made enough to put an assembly line to shame, and then we began to make origami, once again instructed by our good teacher.

I noticed Veliah come into the room, quickly looking around, wondering what she was doing, I watching until we accidentally made eye contact. I must be really tired, because I didn't care and continued to stare till my vision went unfocused. I was rightfully scared when she teleported next to me.

"Sanyu, you want to go with me to the trash incinerator?" Veliah asked.

"Why me?" I whined, staying in my seat.

"You looked like you were about to knock out, might as well get you helping," she explained, hitting me lightly with the trash bag to wake me up more.

"Sanyu, you shouldn't dump all the work on a lady like this," Danny speech was broken by a loud yawn, "I'll help you miss," despite saying this Danny did not move.

"Danny, you're not moving," I said, Danny let out another yawn.

"Yeah I am," he said.

"You're not," I yawned too.

"Yes I am," he repeated.

"Ok, Sanyu you're coming with me," had Veliah not interrupted, the repeated conversation could have gone on forever, "Danny, get some more coffee."

"Can't, Yuzuru and Grant drank the last of it," Danny explained, "all that's left are protein shakes."

"The protein shakes are all that's left," Kenta repeated bluntly. There was a low rumble as a few of us hummed in understanding, I found it pretty funny the way we all harmonized.

"Ok, you're all going insane," Akira mumbled, "we have a whole box left still, it's just in the storage room."

"So we should look in the storage room for some more then?" Veliah said, "we can do that on the way back from the trash incinerator," Veilah and I quickly checked the bulletin board after some pushing on my part, mostly because I was worried the gate would lock behind us. Though I soon found my worries were unfounded when it was listed as constantly open. We both grabbed a large trash bag, I felt like hiding in embarrassment when I saw Veilah effortlessly carry two, while I struggled with just one. On the way there we didn't talk, so I began to busy myself by picking at my bead project, it was a little green fish about the color of Veliah's hair. I wonder if I should gift this to her? I mean it didn't go to well for Danny, but I might as well.

"Do you want this?" I asked holding it out, I got about the same response as Danny did.

"Thanks," she said taking it, but that's about as far as our conversation got. I probably wouldn't even been able to string a conversation anyways, as I'm pretty much dead on my feet. I mean I didn't even react when I bumped into Veilah as she stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" I slurred tiredly.

"The incinerator is on, half done even," she informed, "whoever turned it on was rushing, ash is everywhere," Veilah got closer and inspected the contents, "it looks like clothes?" The implications shook me awake.

"Maybe someone took out the trash before us?" I reasoned.

"No one's touched the pile, and none of the supplies we had contained clothing," she replied, "has anyone been missing?"

"No, not that I remember," I had a sinking feeling I should have.

"I think we should hold off on burning the trash," Veilah said, setting the bags in the corner, "let's ask the others if they've burned anything first."

With that intention we walked in silence back to the cafeteria, both of us distracted until Veilah spoke, "I don't know why I'm acting like this, I should be used to it," she said it off handily, probably forgetting my presence.

I stopped, suddenly curious at what she meant, "what do you mean?" I ask, she looked at me confused, "You just said you were used to this, what do you mean?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that..." She looked at me searching me over, "I meant I should feel used to death, to this overhanging feeling."

"I see," I mumbled, I didn't expect Veliah to open up so I was surprised when she continued.

"When I was younger I used to live in Italy, until I was 11," she began, "life there was ok, but there wasn't much to look forward to, even at home. We moved here after my father passed away, it was scary beginning again, and for some reason this whole killing game is reminding me of that."

"I see, I guess this killing game is like a new territory," I could see where Veilah was coming from, "but I don't know, is it really that new?"

"Interesting thought," Veilah replied, "why do you think that?"

"You know," I say, not really wanting to go into it, but Veliah signaled for me to continue, "the whole Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History really changed some things, death and terrorism is the new norm so shouldn't we all be used to it now?" I had more to say but stopped when I see her staring me down, "what's wrong?" I ask.

"It's just, it sounds like you're more used to this then I am," Veliah said looking at me knowingly, "A little desensitized, but I feel like you were like that before the tragedy."

"That's stupid," don't, "why do you think that?" Stop.

"At my life story, you did not coo me like others would have," Veliah gaze was pierced with curiosity, "you didn't say your apologies, didn't mention how you will be there for me, like others had done before," She closed her eyes in thought, turning away, "even with The Tragedy some people still fall for sob stories."

"Maybe I just don't care," Veilah may have given her life story, but she won't get mine, "you won't get me to say anything."

"That's fine," Veilah seemed to drop it with that, and even if she didn't the force of her hitting the wall threw her off. It took me a second to realize what had happened before scrabbling to help her up.

"Are you ok?" I asked looking at her red face, "you hit pretty hard," Veliah's face flared even redder in embarrassment.

"I just got distracted talking to you," she defended.

"It's this motive, it's getting to us all," I tried to comfort, "you're no different."

"Shut up" she mumbled shaking my arm off, I looked at her head and saw a bump forming.

"I truly hate motive's like this," Veliah's eyes narrowed, shooting a glare at an invisible enemy, "I hate pointless death," her eyes now softened, the invisible enemy someone else.

Pointless death? But no one's dead yet? Maybe this has something to do with what she said earlier. I could feel that Veilah opened up a lot, but there were still things hidden, but that's fine, she has her reasons. I let out a yawn, and tasted coffee on my breath, ugh, gross, though it did remind me, "Can we go to the storage room, We need some more coffee," I asked, Veliah agreed and together we went there, but along the way Veliah saw something.

"Hey Sanyu what's that," I looked to where she was pointing, a shiny liquid was on the ground, uncertain we went to inspect. It was a footprint, actually more like a trail of them leading off, squatting down, I touched the liquid.

"It's blood," I said, standing up sharply and quickly backtracking the trail, "it's coming from the storage room," when we came to the door I noticed the footprints continued inside, "I'll check it out, you get the others," Veliah seemed thankful, and took off to the cafeteria. Slowly I opened the door, peeking inside, and was met by a horrendous sight. It was Grant, and he was definitely dead, blood was splashed on the walls, a metal chain was lying on top of him.

"A body has been discovered!" A monitor announced, playing its jingle.

"Sanyu, who is it?" At the bells Danny came up behind me, making me jump.

"It's Grant," I felt like throwing up, "he's dead."

Ah yes, murder. Almost forgot about that with all these fun chapters, but alas this is no school mode and someone will have to die :) (I'm having way too much fun coming up with arts n' crafts ideas lol)

Beta Notes: I Am In Pain Over This Trial