Bad Ending – Accident

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.

Sekai and Makoto were standing, waiting by the train to arrive as Kotonoha came running down the steps, glee present on her pretty, pale face, as her burgundy hair fanned behind her. She held something to her chest, and Makoto turned his head to look at it, but he couldn't see what it was. It looked like a package, but of what? Sekai was paying attention, and turned Makoto to face him, looking at him sternly. "Makoto, why is Kotonoha meeting us at the station? I thought I told you, to tell her, that we're going out?" She had one slender brow raised, and Makoto shrunk a little. She was also so elegant when she acted like this, that he felt wrong for some reason.

"I already told her," he explained, watching as people stepped on the train which stopped at the station, the stop's name called over the speaker. "I don't know why she's here, Sekai. She emailed me saying that she was going to give me something today, but I don't know what it is."

Sekai let out a displeased sigh as the girl trotted up to them, beaming happily. "Makoto-kun! I got you a present, as promised! I-I hope it is to your liking...I worked hard on it...a-and, um..." Makoto took the package as he blinked, and tore the wrapping open, to reveal two red, hand-knitted sweaters – one for her, and one for...who was the other one for? He looked puzzled.

"Who's this other sweater for, Kotonoha?"

Kotonoha blinked. He didn't know? But she thought she had told him about...

No, well, that day, he wasn't paying attention, she vowed. Even though he was slowly forgetting about her that day. And she had realised it, when she had fallen over, with her knitting in her hand. It seemed like the world had stopped. He had just casually strolled over to her, and asked if she was okay. Nothing to be worried about. And then he turned down her suggestion to get couple's phones, even when she insistently said that she would pay for his, with her own money. "Why, it's f-for-"

"He doesn't want it."

"Sekai-"

"You don't need it, Makoto. I made you a sweater, anyway. It'd be a waste to accept trash such as this."

Sekai grabbed the red sweater from Makoto and began to rip at the fabric, right in front of Kotonoha's eyes, as they slowly widened, and began to fade. Then she stomped on the sweater, grinding it into the ground with her foot, so it was dirty with dust, and people stared and looked at her. She had caused a commotion. People were talking about them. Whispering.

"Wh-why..."

"He doesn't need it. Don't you get it, Kotonoha? You're so blind." Sekai slung an arm around Makoto as she pulled him closer to her, and kissed his cheek. "Makoto is dating me, now. He doesn't want anything to do with you. You're just useless. He doesn't even want you as a friend. So why don't you just give up on him already? He's mine. He loves me. Not you. Just give it up." Then, with her hand, she tilted his head and began to kiss him deeply, as Kotonoha began to shook violently.

"No..."

"Mmm..."

"N-No...no, no...s-stop..."

"Mmn...a-ahn...~"

"STOP!" Kotonoha screamed as she lunged forwards and grabbed at Sekai's arm, her phone in her other hand. Makoto gasped and stumbled backwards, shocked, as the two girls started to fight with each other, scratching each other's faces and arms, both snarling. In the scuffle, Kotonoha's phone slid from her gasp over the white line, and fell over the edge. She hurried over to the edge of the white line, and knelt down to reach it. No, no...M-Makoto-kun...m-my phone...I need...to reach...it... Sekai smiled. But it didn't reach her eyes.

"Do you want your phone, Kotonoha?" She heard the blaring of the horn to signal that a train was going to arrive very soon, and could hear the wheels going over the tracks quickly. "Then why don't you get it?" She walked forwards as onlookers looked on, frightened, warning Kotonoha to get back behind the white line. Sekai pushed her.

"No!"

Makoto moved forwards and grasped Kotonoha's arm, but in his haste, he ran into Sekai as she was sent tumbling over the edge -

and Kotonoha was sent sprawling forwards as well, just as the train hit them. Blood and gore splashed across Makoto's front and uniform, dripping off his face, as he stared at the passing train, pale. He couldn't see anything. No remains of either of them.

He held his mouth, coughed violently, and tried not to throw up, as he looked behind him. The sweater was still there.

Covered in dust. People told Makoto that he was so clumsy. Clumsy led to the loss of both of his friends and loved one.