Bad Ending: Sliced

Disclaimer: I do not own School Days by Overflow , or any of the characters affiliated with it, and this is merely a fan-based piece of work.

Kotonoha had heard Sekai leave. She wasn't going to let her go anywhere. Her eyes were blank as she held a bag in front of her, and Sekai's eyes widened. "K-Kotonoha..." Eyes still fresh with tears, Sekai couldn't believe it. She had followed her all the way onto the bridge above the station, for what – revenge? Hand clenched over her stomach, the brunette took a step backwards as Kotonoha put her bag on the ground. A clink resounded within it, but Sekai didn't hear it. She was too focused on Kotonoha's gaze to realise that in the dark blue bag was a weapon of choice – a hacksaw. "Saionji-san. I am Makoto-kun's girlfriend. You should know by now that I have given you plenty of warnings to stay away from him, but still, you seduce him, and bring him closer to you. You took him away from me. Normally, I am a forgiving person. But what you have done...will be corrected." Her voice was cold – laced not with desperation, like the time when she had slapped Sekai hard across her cheek, but with hatred, and a bitter scorn. It stung, and hurt Sekai painfully. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she blinked away her tears, determination crossing her face.

"I wanted a chance with Makoto, too! Didn't you see that? I wanted Makoto to be happy as well! And you...you weren't the one who could make him happy! He didn't want you, he wanted me! You can't take Makoto away from me, Kotonoha! All we wanted was to be happy, but then you came along, and ruined it! Why? Why?! I thought we were friends! I thought...I...thought...-"

Kotonoha unzipped the bag and drew her hacksaw, as it clinked in her hand.

Her gaze grew steely as she stepped forwards, her lips pursed. "Foolish," she spat, her lips in a dangerous snarl, her eyes colder than an icy river. "You dragged Makoto-kun into your own selfish mess. We were friends before you started getting yourself involved in my relationship. Mine. Makoto-kun was mine from the start. You were the one who ruined it." With each statement, Sekai was plunged into despair. "It was your fault, Saionji-san. Yours and only yours. If you had never kissed him, never laid a hand on him, maybe we could've stayed as friends. Maybe I wouldn't have come to hate you. But it's too late now. You've dug your own grave." She raised the hacksaw, and Sekai instinctively moved her arm up to shield herself, but the hacksaw sliced through her arm instead as she screamed shrilly, blood spurting all over Kotonoha. "A shame. I wouldn't have had to do this if it wasn't for you and your selfishness, you disgraceful bitch." Gritting her teeth, Kotonoha aimed for her neck and cut her neck, as Sekai's eyes rolled in the back of her head, blood rushing out of her neck and splattering, covering Kotonoha's shirt and neck, her hand bloodied, but her saw free of blood. Sekai's limp, dead body collapsed on the bridge as Kotonoha smiled. She bent down and cut off her hand, before putting it in the same bag which held her hacksaw.

That was what happened when you meddled in people's affairs.