school sux!


Hiro had walked Wasabi through the whole procedure, even if it had been through gritted teeth and painful moans. Even though Wasabi did everything well, that is, for a college student with no medical experience, Hiro had still lost a lot of blood prior to the surgery. The stabbing, the cutting open, it had taken a large toll on his young body. He just hoped that he would get out of there before he was gone for good.

Tadashi hadn't shown up like Fred had said he would.

"He's coming. We split up, but he's coming."

Hiro didn't think it was right to believe him. He felt something wrong deep down, and it wasn't physical.

"Where is he, then?"


Tadashi was shaking violently. He didn't know where he was. All he saw was black.

Everything was dark and cold. Wait, no, it was warm. It was boiling hot...no, that's not right. It's ice cold. Yes. That's it.

Tadashi uneasily trucked on, hoping that Honey Lemon or Gogo would come down soon. If he was being honest with himself, however, he hoped he would see Hiro, alive and well...

And him.


Hiro was laying down on his back, trying to calm his beating heart as it pumped the little blood that he had. Wasabi sat beside him, squeezing his hand and implying the words. He would be alright. The truth to his words at the moment would remain unknown.

Fred sat on his other side, remaining silent throughout the ordeal. He continuously looked behind him to see if Tadashi, if anyone was coming for help. Of course, the abyss remained an abyss.

"Wasabi?"

"Hm?"

"I think," Hiro started, taking a few deep breaths. Talking put a lot of stress on his lungs. "I think this may have all been for nothing."

"The surgery?"

"No...the witches. They told me something a while ago. I was by myself, and they told me something."

"Okay...what did they say?" Fred asked, leaning forward with interest.

"They told me...they told me that we can't leave the house until they have one soul."

...

"Which means..." Fred pressed on.

"Which means that six of us came here and five of us are leaving," Wasabi finished, eyes filled with horror. "Hiro, why wouldn't you tell us?"

"I was afraid you would leave me alone, and I know it's selfish. But time is different here. I feel like I've been here for days, and being alone has been the worst feeling. I just needed someone to save me. I didn't want to chase you off."

"Hiro, we would never. We wouldn't leave you behind. We'll figure this out. We're all leaving here together. I promise."

Hiro nodded and smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes.


As Tadashi walked, rubbing his arms to keep warm in the constantly-changing temperature, he heard something. It was faint at first, but there nonetheless. It was a terrible, blood-curdling scream, and it was Honey Lemon's.

She came running toward him in a sprint. She was covered in blood and dirt. Tadashi ran to her and looked her up and down, praying it wasn't her blood.

"What the hell-"

"Tadashi! Tadashi, I don't know what happened-"

"GET OUT!" a voice boomed behind the two. It was the two witches, and this time they weren't playing games or joking with riddles or shutting closet doors for scares. They were out for blood and souls.

"Where's Gogo?" Tadashi asked.

"Back at the house, I don't know! Come on, run!"

Tadashi chose to take her advice, sprinting as fast as he could wherever Honey Lemon would take him. He wasn't dying here, not without seeing his brother and making sure everyone was safe first.

After running for about five minutes, the witches still close by, they stumbled upon Wasabi, Fred, and a weird jumble of jackets and medical equipment on the floor. There was also a large purple swirl hovering above the clothes. It reminded him of his brother.

"Wasabi! Fred!" Tadashi and Honey Lemon said in unison. "What are you guys doing? Why is there blood everywhere, and what's all of this mess?"

Wasabi looked down at the jumble of clothes and jackets, unsure of what to say to the frantic brother. On one hand, telling Tadashi what he had done to Hiro would be a certain death sentence. On the other hand...

"Wasabi?" Tadashi asked. "Where's Hiro? Did you find him?"

Fred looked up at Tadashi and cleared his throat, moving a portion of the jackets to reveal a hand held tightly in his. It was white, shaky, and bony, but it was there. Its implications made Tadashi's heart skip a beat.

"N-no...Hiro!"

He knelt down and ripped the jacket away from on top of his brother, taking in everything at once. He was covered in blood, and his skin was a dangerous yellow and white. Hiro's eyes fluttered at the sight of Tadashi, and a small grin crossed his face.

"T..adash..?"

"Shh, don't talk, Hiro," Wasabi said gently, looking up at Tadashi with careful eyes. "The surgery was really hard on his body. Be gentle with him."

"I-I'm sorry," Tadashi scoffed. "What did you just say?"

"The surgery," Fred said in a high-pitched, enthusiastic voice. "Hiro walked Wasabi through the whole thing-it was epic! I totally wasn't for it at first, believe me-"

"You did WHAT?"

"Guys?"

Everyone whipped their heads behind them, seeing Gogo several feet away. She was far, but the minute Tadashi waved his hand and called "over here!" she was jogging toward them. She would be running for a while. Tadashi didn't know where the witches had gone, but as long as they were out of sight, Hiro was the only thing on his mind. He lifted Hiro's shirt to see where this "surgery" was, and almost vomited everything in his stomach when he saw the sutures.

They were uneven, red and blue, and blood was seeping through them, but Tadashi knew as well as anyone that they would have to do for now.

"Tadashi, I'm really sorry I had to do that, but-"

"Just-save it, Wasabi," Tadashi said, and his tone was final. Wasabi shrunk back, not saying another word.

"Tadashi, listen," Fred began, putting his hand on Tadashi's shoulder. "Hiro told us something you need to know."

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"Hiro said that the witches won't let any of us leave until they've got one soul."

"One soul?" Honey Lemon inquired, looking back and forth between Tadashi and Fred. "You don't mean..."

"One of us won't be leaving here," Fred finished. "And there's nothing we can do to stop it. It could be Hiro, it could be me..."

"It could be-"

"Guys, I'm coming!" Gogo called from afar, still having a ways to go. Suddenly, as the others were turning to acknowledge her remark, a jolting sound boomed through the abyss they were all in, and Wasabi screamed at the sight.

Gogo had been stabbed through the chest, and when she swayed and collapsed, the witches were standing behind her.

"NO!"

"Gogo! NO!"

The group had abandoned a screaming Hiro on the ground, who was reaching for Gogo in agony. Before the others could reach Gogo, the witches send a bright light their way.

Then everything went dark.


Wasabi was the first one to wake up. He was on the living room floor of the townhouse, and his friends were there on the ground with him. They all slowly came to as Wasabi sat up. There was still a purple swirl above Hiro's head, and it was suddenly sucked back into his body, His face returned to a slight pink, but he would still need a hospital.

At least he was his soul back.

With that thought, everyone remembered what had happened. The witches took Gogo's soul. Gogo was dead.

Leiko Tomago had died in New York on October 27th, 2033.

And they would all live in agony for it, every day of their lives.

The phone rang suddenly, but no one made a move to answer it. Hiro stood slowly and limped toward it, and Tadashi jumped up after him to help him walk. Hiro nodded in gratitude, picking up the phone and licking his lips.

"H-hello?"

"Hiro? Baby, is that you? Are you sick?"

"Hi, Aunt Cass."

At that sentence, Tadashi took in a sharp inhale of air. This would not be an easy conversation.

"How are you guys? The convention ended yesterday, I've tried calling for hours! I won! Hiro, we have so much money! We can do so much! Get Tadashi on the phone-oh, wait! Get Gogo! I promised that if I won, she would work for me in the cafe and help me make some updates on the building!"

"Cass.."

"Hiro? What's wrong?"

"I..."

"Hiro?"

Before Hiro could get the words out, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious. The last thing he heard was Tadashi screaming and Aunt Cass's frantic voice.

And, faintly, in the back of his mind, he heard Gogo. She was saying something rude but friendly to his conscience, and it made his lip tug up just slightly before he faded away.


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