Time had become painfully slow. It had always dragged, but now, any dim hope in the idea of being set free was wiped from Ayumi's mind. She saw what Nakano had known. She was and always will be too dangerous to be allowed out of this cell. But now, she just wanted to disappear. For skin and bones to shatter into dust, where she could blow away. She was done. Ayumi had tried and failed to conquer this second nature of hers... The possibility of being possessed was too great a threat. She couldn't let her own selfish desires hurt anyone... She had retreated to a corner of her room, where she curled up in a small ball. Her knees clutched to her chest, where she buried her head. She wouldn't eat, because her appetite was completely gone. The idea of doing anything was now too great an idea to burden herself with. She was waiting for death, because that's all she could do now. Wait for death and try not to remember that look on Yoshiki's face.


It was a couple of days after that when Yoshiki was scheduled to return to work. He wasn't over it, not by far, but he showed no emotional breakdowns around others. However, his eyes were considerably more dull, and his expression was blank as opposed to his normal bored look. His actions and speech, when he was forced into talking, were robotic at best. He was alone again... in a world where most were against him. The only thing he could do was live, even if it wasn't a particularly special life. Anything he touched... he ruined.

Yoshiki was doing rounds for breakfast, unsure of what he would do. His chest grew tighter each footstep closer to her room, though when he got there, he found himself doing nothing. He held in any noises that wanted to resurface as he took in her appearance, and could tell she wanted to be left alone. It really hurt... he didn't want to be left without the only person who supported him. But... what could he do about it? It was getting a little hard to stand around her and still hold back the turmoil within, so he slid in her tray and left. Getting her different food was his only attachment to her that he was desperately clinging to, so it was still not the slop she had been served for years. It wouldn't help anything, he knew, but... he couldn't stop. He wanted to pretend he was still connected to her somehow, even though the truth was brutal, and slowly killing his spirit completely.

Taishi wasn't a nosy person by nature. Typically because he never noticed the subtle differences in people that invoked curiosity. With Yoshiki, though, he'd have to be deaf and blind to not see something was horribly off with his coworker. He guessed it happened when Ayumi stabbed him with a pencil... At least, he had heard that had happened. Did Ms. Nakano forbid them from seeing each other or something? Because everyday he passed Ayumi's room, she was curled up in the corner with a depressed cloud hanging over her head. It was pretty sad, considering the two seemed to have a real connection. It was what happened when a guard attached to a patient, he guessed... Still, it didn't feel right. When wheeling back his lunch cart, he noticed Yoshiki with his dulled eyes and similar depressed cloud overhead. He couldn't ignore it, even if he didn't exactly classify Yoshiki as a friend. "Hey, Kishinuma. How are you doing?" he asked, trying to keep his expression neutral and away from sympathetic. After all, he wasn't even sure what happened with the two of them.

Yoshiki was going about his work, returning the trays and then going to do some patrolling. However, he was stopped by Taishi, who he looked at for a small moment. "I'm fine," he told him, though his tone definitely lacked persuasion to give his claim validity.

Taishi's lips twitched into a small frown at the very unconvincing, generic answer. Then again, he had asked a generic question, so maybe he had to touch a little closer to what was probably bothering him. "I heard about Shinozaki's episode. You weren't hurt too badly, right?" he asked, since Yoshiki was back to work, he guessed she didn't stab anything vital. Although, being stabbed probably hurt like hell.

Yoshiki stared at Taishi when he mentioned the wound, the memory uncovering the small burning feeling in his arm. The wound had yet to heal much at all, since he could hardly refrain from breaking the stitches, but of course he wouldn't disclose that. It's not like he was suicidal... the self-harm was mostly accidental, and was the last thing he was worrying about. "Right... it was small," he confirmed. While he wasn't being convincing, he also wasn't giving much for his senior to work with.

Taishi could sense Yoshiki didn't particularly want to be a part of the conversation, but he felt awful seeing him dragging himself around half-dead. He wondered how small the wound was, but he would guess a pencil couldn't do too much damage unless stabbed into a fragile part of a person. "So, have they banned you from visiting her then?" he asked, pushing for more of a conversation. If something did happen, Yoshiki would probably feel a little better if he vented.

Yoshiki glanced down thoughtfully, then gave a small shrug without moving his eyes back. "Probably not... They wouldn't care as long as the waiver's signed and I'm willing to go back," he answered. He did want to go back... He wanted to see her, talk to her, and... hold her hand. He wanted her support, and to see her shining blue eyes... But she had cut them apart. She told him to leave so coldly, that had a hidden meaning of never to come back. If she refused to see him... then he couldn't... Even if it really... really hurt.

Taishi watched Yoshiki's lackadaisical movements, surprised to see that his old behavior had actually been a lot more upbeat. He rubbed the back of his head, brow furrowing at the information the facility wasn't making the effort to stop the two. Then again, this entire place only cared about making money and covering their asses. "Then... she isn't letting you see her?" he asked, since that's where everything pointed back to. If Yoshiki wasn't angered or worried about the attack, and the psych ward didn't care, then it had to Ayumi.

Yoshiki glanced up at Taishi's correct guess, but quickly adverted his narrowed eyes to the side. His hand came up instinctively to his arm, grabbing at the wound that reminded him constantly of the pain of loss. This had costed him his only friend, a person that he had grown extremely fond of. He had only wanted to help her get out... and see her face in the sun again after so long. But he had only made things worse, like always. His hand began to tremble lightly with the strength he was putting behind it.

Taishi eyes widened in alarm when Yoshiki grabbed his arm, where he guessed the stab wound was. It was odd to see someone like Yoshiki, who had always seemed composed and unaffected by the world, breakdown into trembles. "Ah, hey, calm down," Taishi said, unsure of how to bring any real comfort to him. "This just happened, right? She may change her mind after she has time to think about it," he quickly offered in suggestion.

Yoshiki looked back up at Taishi, though his hand remained on his arm. At the very least, he had stopped putting so much pressure on it. Though, he could still feel that at least a few stitches had already come loose. He took a small look to the side, unable to think with so much hope. He didn't want to be slammed down any harder... not that he was doing a good job accepting things this way either. "I... don't think she will," he admitted with a hollow tone. Thinking so optimistically... That's what got him here in the first place. Thinking he could get her out, or that there was actually someone that would always be around and need him.

Taishi frowned at Yoshiki's empty voice that rejected any idea of them returning to where they were. Well, if he couldn't go at this from an optimistic angle, maybe he should just look at the reality of it. "Maybe this is for the best, then. You don't want to be tied to this place for the rest of your life, and Ms. Nakano would never sign off on an A patient leaving," he said calmly, a little worried what saying this stuff may do. Right now, he was obviously hurting from the entire thing, but ultimately, now he could get away and find a girl that wasn't being locked away in a mental institute.

Yoshiki's grip tightened at Taishi's words, feeling more wounded. For the best? What kind of expression is that?... He felt a looming depression that showed no signs of just disappearing one day, and he also lost the willpower to move further on from this place. It was the only place for him, really... He couldn't make it through school, it was just more overly positive ideas. At the other comment, his eyes narrowed slightly, his stomach constricting and making him feel a bit sick. That's right... she was an A patient. Even if she didn't have an episode for a year, they would still keep her in here. They didn't trust her to be out... It had been stupid to think he could make any sort of difference, besides ruining everything. He had built up hope in her, when it was only destined to be crushed in the long run. Bringing up thoughts of the outside world, and making up all these plans for the future... when it was all just a stupid dream. To know he had caused her all this pain only made him hurt worse.

Taishi glanced aside when he saw Yoshiki's grip on his arm tightened. Crap, that might not have been the best thing to say. Ugh, he was so bad at this, it was painful. He forced a sympathetic smile on his face. "Either way, sorry to hear everything's gone to shit... If you ever need to talk or whatever, I'm willing," he said with a level of awkwardness. He did mean it, though. Yoshiki was one of the decent guys in this place. It would be a shame to see him lose it. Taishi gave a small nod, before taking his cart because he had to get back to work...

Yoshiki gave Taishi a light nod, then watched him go about his business. Not that it was really something he would discuss. His hand eventually loosened, though against the sleeve of his inner shirt, he could feel something a bit wet. He sighed, running his hand through his bangs before turning away to head to the nurses.


It was a couple days later, and Taishi was patrolling the uneventful halls of the institution. His eyes would glance through the windows, confirm that yes, the giant steel doors and unbreakable walls still had the patients in them. It was an easy, thoughtless process. Though, he was snapped out of his typical routine at a small voice.

"Taishi," Ayumi said, standing by the door. Her eyes had black bags under them, and her expression had that dulled uncaring vibe Yoshiki's did.

Taishi halted, staring at her with a furrowed brow. Since the incident, all she had done was curl up in the corner of her room. He walked over to the door, tilting his head slightly. It was slightly weird she knew his name, but she had said it back when she was requesting for their pill situation. He guessed Yoshiki might've told her... Or she had just heard it in passing."What is it?" he asked simply.

Ayumi looked aside, feeling a poisonous burn in her stomach. She had to do this... It was the only way. She glanced up at Taishi, trying to appear okay. "You can start bringing me my pills," she said, fingers intertwining.

"Eh? I thought... you were worse with them?" Taishi said, finding this entire thing a little... off. While she did have the one outburst, that was the only one recorded in recent time.

"Just... start bringing them to me," she said firmly before turning away from the door to resume holing herself up in the corner. How many days did she have to collect them? She needed to make sure... that her first try of this would be the last.

Taishi blinked slowly, watching her go to the corner and shutting down their conversation. He knew what was happening. He's worked here long enough that he's seen countless patients try this. While he knew he should report it to Nakano and the nurses... He felt a stronger responsibility to tell Yoshiki before any of them. Even if the two weren't where they were before... Taishi figured he'd be a better help than anyone else in this place. He began to search for Yoshiki, unsure of what his patrol route was. When he finally caught sight of the younger guard, he quickly approached. "Hey, Kishinuma... I don't know if it's the right thing to do here, but I feel like you should know... When I was by Shinozaki's room, she began to talk to me. She wants me to start bringing her those pills, but I don't think it's to go back on them. I think she may be trying to collect a bunch and overdose..." he said quickly, making sure to include that it was just his guess that she was trying suicide.

Yoshiki was going around his average route, though nothing really stood out in his life anymore. It was sort of like he was just watching someone else do all this... He looked away from one of the cell doors when he heard Taishi come up, his eyes seemingly more dull than before. Though as he kept on with his explanation, his expression began to morph slightly with shock. Huh? She was...? She wouldn't take her medicine willingly... so it probably wasn't just a hunch. His heart jolted with fear, and without thinking, he shoved past Taishi.

He made a beeline for Ayumi's room. He knew he wasn't on a time limit, but if she was seriously thinking about doing something so... awful, he couldn't just wait around. He opened her door, approaching her quickly. He was to her before the door shut on its own with a heavy clang. "What the hell is with you?! Violence is wrong... but this is a right answer?!" he asked harshly, trying to keep his emotions back for the most part, but he was already finding it hard.

Ayumi jumped slightly at the unexpected visitor, the clanking of the door opening and closing startling her. Her eyes widened at the sight of Yoshiki, her entire body coiling in pain as he started to talk. She hugged her knees closer to the chest, looking away from him, because it was too much. She mentally cursed, catching on that Taishi probably knew what she was trying and ratted her out to Yoshiki. She felt cornered and hopeless... She needed to find some way out of a lifetime of this. "I don't have another choice..." she said flatly. If she couldn't manage it from pills... she'd figure something out. She had to. Being holed up like this when her sanity was intact was too much, but she couldn't go out of this room because of those moments she lost it. She was trapped.

Yoshiki glared at her, feeling her actions were incredibly selfish... and stupid. She was accepting that she was stuck in here, and while logically it seemed that would be the case, he just wouldn't accept it. She didn't belong here... she had been doing great! It was just one slip up, and now she aimed to kill herself... It was getting a little harder to keep his eyes dry, but he was determined not to break down completely in public. "You do, you're just scared. That's fine, but pulling something like this... Just because you cut me off doesn't mean I stopped caring!" he exclaimed, his breath coming out in small pants as his heightened emotions caused his heart to race. Maybe he was being selfish too... not that that mattered to him at the moment.

Ayumi's eyes were pulled back to him, staring at him with wide eyes. She didn't want to hurt him... or anyone, but especially not him. She had to cut him off, because it was the only way to get him to a point where he could stop caring about her. Nothing good could come from an attachment with her. "I don't! Even if I don't get possessed for years, they will never let me out of here! And for good reason! It would take one slip-up... one momentary lapse... I could kill someone. I have nothing to work for..." she said, squeezing her eyes shut as she pushed back tears. It was absolutely hopeless. As much as she wanted to get out of here and live with Yoshiki... to have something resembling a normal life, she couldn't.

Yoshiki shook his head, giving her a hard stare. He couldn't accept that there were no paths open for her. At least more choices than suicide... "You can't worry about fictional things. Your work wasn't for nothing. I get that you're scared to hurt someone. I get it! But you were making so much progress. You fought back! You regained control. That means something, right? And there has to be people with your ability that can control it... like Naho," he tried to further convince her, but now his tone was devolving from forceful to somewhat of a plea. Begging her to understand, even if it was coming from the sole, perhaps selfish, want to be as they were. At this point, he didn't even care really about her getting out. He just wanted the only person he had ever depended so heavily on to stop shoving him away. He glanced to the side before his eyes squeezed shut, and his hand subconsciously returned to its clenched spot against his arm. "Please... I need you," he begged in a quiet, shaky voice.

Ayumi couldn't accept anything he said as proof as she would have more avenues opened. Yes... the possession had been cut off shorter than normally, but she had no clue how that even happened. And Naho... Naho had a mentor through her years of psychic development. Ayumi was stumbling along with vague books and convoluted ideas. The shift in his tone was hurting her head, because she wanted him to be her companion... She wanted to keep the tie, but she knew she shouldn't. She cringed at his beg, everything aching in a desire to give in. She let out a shaky breath. "...Quit this job, Yoshiki. Go back to school... forget about me," she told him firmly. She couldn't waver. She was going to be trapped in here forever, no matter the attitude she had towards it. If she gave into this... he'd feel like he'd have to stay with her. He needed to get out of this place, away from her and all the craziness surrounding.

Yoshiki remained quiet for a moment after her response, the tight feeling in his chest difficult to overcome. He eventually opened his eyes once he was sure he wouldn't break down, though they were narrowed in adamant defiance. "No," he replied sternly, stepping away a few steps. Nothing would convince her... but at least now she knew he definitely wasn't leaving, no matter what she did. If she wouldn't try... then why did he stand a chance? Besides, this whole thing proved that he couldn't be a help to anybody. He turned away to leave, uncertain of what would come next. Would she really commit suicide? He didn't really want to think about it... but what else could he do? What he said no longer mattered to her...

Ayumi's look was sullen at his firm reply. He was adamant in his decision to stay here, and it just made everything that much harder. She stared at him as he turned to leave, heart aching. She hated that it had to be this way... but nothing good would come from their attachment to each other. She just hoped he would move away from her by the time she pushed forward with her end...


Left bleeding on the pavement that night, Koga was left with such a boiling bit of rage in his stomach that he felt like breaking in Yoshiki's head. After getting home, cleaning up, and going to bed, the hatred seethed on strongly. It was something unlike he's ever felt before. Koga always disliked Yoshiki's attitude... but there was something triggered in him that was no longer as innocent as simply wanting to mess with him. He wanted to see Yoshiki's head broken open. But, he also didn't want to go to jail. While ideas flickered in his mind like a slideshow, none of them ever presented themselves easy to pull off. He knew some details that he could easily pull off... but it was a lot of chance.

Though, that chance seemed a lot less risky when he saw Yoshiki enter Ayumi's room. Perfect... He'd have to come out, probably soon given the hissy fit she had thrown days ago. He left quickly, going to grab his dinner cart early... He fought to keep his expression neutral as he began to carry out the plan he wasn't sure would work, but was willing to give it a shot. After all, if things fell to pieces... he'd be able to pass off blame. With the cart, he stopped by his locker to grab a glass from his bag. It had been hidden between bundled up clothes and was the only weapon-like thing he could bring in without overt suspicion. He found the tray of the person in question and put the glass on it.

He forced himself to go through progression with no difference in his normal routine. Finally, he got to the room which would do his dirty work for him. Koga smirked lightly as he shoved the tray through, the glass gleaming on the tray. He pulled out a card he stole from the locker room... He felt a bit bad about throwing one of his buddies under the bus, but it would be worth it. He swiped the card through, letting the door crack open slightly. He quickly turned heel, abandoning the cart and slipped into a vacant room next to the door he just opened. He was laughing lightly under his breath. Adrenaline was pumping hard through his blood that he had been able to get that far into the plan. Now, he had to hope that timing would work out...

This room was so dark and dull... the same scenery for... how long had it been? Way too long... It was gray and boring in here. He missed the red he had painted his 'best friend's' room in. It was a much better color...

Yuuya's eyes slowly opened, his arms twitching to life at the sound of the tray he was always given. Day after day... though, it wasn't like he could tell. All of time mushed together in the same, insufferable moment. He pulled himself up to sit on the thing they called a bed, his dark eyes trailing over listlessly to the tray. Though, a glare of light quickly caught his attention. Something out of the norm was instantly more interesting than anything else. He cautiously approached the tray, gently picking up the source of the reflection. A glass...

As one hand gingerly held the fragile cup, his fingers traced the rim and his eyes caught onto the light gleaming against the uncommon good. He investigated it a small moment, mostly considering spilling his own blood. After all, how else would he relish the chance to see that beautiful red? But before he could really give the idea any thought, he noticed there was also light in a small sliver against his wall. His eyes followed the trail, and the end was a very intriguing find. The door, opened, unlocked. The shock remained only for a moment until a cruel, excited smile formed on his lips.

He turned the glass a little more, seemingly trying to figure out which angle would produce the best weapon. He reared back his hand once satisfied, and broke the glass against his wall. The gamble proved beneficial, the break producing a nice, long, sharp shard of glass. The glint in his eye became brighter, his heart fueled by the joy of getting this chance. To kill again... It was absolutely exhilarating! He was already feeling that wonderful adrenaline. He quietly pulled open the door, but saw no victim yet. That was, until he heard the sound of another door opening.

Feeling that his chance was but a fleeting one, he was quick to jump into action. He wasn't crazy... in his own definition. Killing was such a big part of human nature. Others just didn't know the fun... But while he wanted to absorb the action itself, he wouldn't be careless. Though different guards had different strengths and builds, they all carried that blasted baton in the same place. Therefore, he wouldn't even need to see his target fully yet to disarm him. Everything was in his advantage.

He moved towards the guard, his reflexes fast in snatching the baton from his belt and tossing it back into the patient room he had come from. Of course, initially, Yuuya wasn't worried about some nutcase foiling his chance. Why would they? He expected whoever it was to sit and mumble to themselves, as did everyone else in this place. With that done, he tackled into the guard to knock him on his back, and was quick in committing the actual assault. He rose the sharp glass, stabbing it into the guards side. As the red seeped out around the glass and into the guard's clothes, his smile grew and his eyes became crazed with glee. His hand rose as his other held down the guard by his throat, mostly to distract his hands from fighting off the real danger. His hand sunk the shard back into his flesh for a second time, putting pressure to dive the weapon in further. The laughter that began overtook the guard's muffled, choking shouts of pain. Though he didn't care... he'd tear this guy to pieces before the others came around.

Ayumi was watching Yoshiki's back disappear one second, and then the next his baton was tossed into her room. She blinked slowly, disoriented by the odd event. Yoshiki's screams of pain snapped her out of her curled up position, standing in alarm. She didn't know what she was thinking, but her hands scrambled for the blunt police baton. Her door hadn't shut itself, but she was hesitant to leave or get close to the door. She couldn't allow idleness, though, not with something obviously wrong happening. Her feet took long strides, and outside the small window of her door, she saw the sight that twisted her gut and churned her stomach. A patient had pinned Yoshiki down, holding his throat and stabbing him. The red of blood was soaking the glass shard in his hand and the sterile floors of the asylum. She saw with wide, terrified eyes when the glass was thrust into him for a second wound. The laughter of the assailant dug into her brain, but it wasn't close to the shattering effects Yoshiki's pained yells had on her. It triggered something awful in her gut, a protective fire that made it hard to breath or think. It didn't even take a second for her to push herself into action. She moved herself out of the door, the baton held in both her hands. She swung the weapon at the other patient's head with as much force as she could possibly muster. She didn't expect to knock him out. She knew she couldn't take him in a fight. But, she didn't care about her own safety at this point. She just wanted him to stop hurting Yoshiki.

Yuuya was still reveling in the guard's yells and the blood bubbling up around the glass. He had been taken completely by surprise when there was a hard hit to his head. For a second, he was completely disoriented, but then he was over taken by anger. Who the hell had done that?! He lifted his head after he recovered, his hand leaving the glass to hold his head for a small moment. When his maddened eyes took in the identity of his assailant, his anger grew. Why the hell was a patient protecting a guard?! The action made no sense, but he hardly cared. He sprung off of the guard and wrapped his hands tightly around the patient's throat. "You little bitch! You think you're some kind of fucking hero?!" he screamed out as his grip around her throat tightened. The guard on the floor seemed distressed about the strangling, but he wasn't able to take any sort of action as he bled out on the floor.

Ayumi had achieved in getting him off Yoshiki, but she hadn't considered the fact that as his target, she would get attacked as well. His hands were around her throat in an instance. She dropped the weapon, her hands clawing at him in an attempt to get his grip to slacken. She couldn't speak or breath, which was terrifying to try and gasp for air and have nothing happen. She quickly felt weak, her clawing becoming desperate, weak grabs. It was with a horrible, gut-sinking jolt that she realized she didn't want to die. She wasn't ready to give up and become dust.

Taishi had heard a commotion during his patrolling, so his feet quickly moved him out of reaction. It was definitely off to hear anything but craziness in these hallways, but he had definitely heard yells of pain that seemed weirdly close to Yoshiki's voice. The picture he was met with resulted in him freezing for a moment. Yoshiki was on the floor, stabbed, with a large puddle of blood forming around him. Kizami had his hands around Ayumi's throat, and was screaming at her. His instincts kicked into action as his hand moved to his belt. He passed over the baton and went straight for his assigned taser gun. He didn't hesitate to aim, put his finger on the trigger, and pull.

The blow was quick, and Yuuya had no time to prepare for it. It happened in a flash. One second, he was choking the life out of a girl patient, and the next there was an intense pain shooting all throughout his body. The electricity scrambled his brain completely, and his body was forced to let go of Ayumi and fall to the floor, racked with spasms with the current flowing through each muscle.

Yoshiki couldn't really understand much of what was going on with his brain fogging over, and the agonizing pain coming from his side. He had just seen Kizami give up attacking him, and going for Ayumi instead. His heart had been beating fast and fear had been coursing through every inch of his body, yet it had refused to move. He was helpless to do anything but pant. Though at the distinct, buzzing noise of the familiar taser gun, he became somewhat relieved. He still was unsure if Ayumi was okay, though... He attempted to make some sort of speech, but nothing would come out. His vision was fading, despite his desperate fight to cling to consciousness. Ayumi had to be okay... she couldn't die! He just wanted to make sure... she was okay...

Ayumi would have never expected the grip around her neck to release her, but it happened. She hit the floor, gasping to refill her burning lungs. She was trembling, her eyes moving to the twitching form of the other patient. She didn't care about him, though. Once she confirmed he was out of it, she crawled over to Yoshiki, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. There was so much blood... so much more than when she had attacked him with the pencil. An alarm system came to life overhead, and she guessed Taishi was calling over help. "Yoshiki, please don't die..." she said with strain, her hand weaving into his hair in a small, comforting gesture. She wanted to hug him but was terrified of causing him more pain. "I- I need you too," she said, a sob escaping her. Faced with the irreversible threat of death, she didn't care about anything else but him staying by her side.

Yoshiki was struggling to keep awake, but then Ayumi's voice brought back his consciousness slightly. His eyes forced themselves open, but they didn't make it very far. He still could hear her voice. Ayumi... didn't want him to die... He didn't want to give up in the first place, but... he didn't want to leave Ayumi by herself. The contact she gave was actually very soothing, but he still couldn't fight away the creeping darkness. His eyes closed, though his labored pants were an easy sign that he wasn't dead.

Even if Yoshiki was still breathing, Ayumi felt panic rise as he fell unconscious. "YOSHIKI!" she yelled, openly sobbing with fear that their last talk was how everything would end... that she had rejected him in their last moments together... People came rushing into the hallway, and she felt a guard pull her away from him. She pushed back, unwilling to leave him alone, but she could hardly overpower anyone. The guard shoved her back into her room, shutting the heavy metal door. She stared out the small window as some took Kizami's twitching body back to his room, and others were attending to Yoshiki. Nurses came by minutes later, and his body was on a stretcher. She moved her head as much as she could to keep a view on him, but he was gone within moments. After all the people cleared out, even with the mumbling of the mentally sick, it felt deadly quiet in the hallways. Her eyes were wide, staring at the blood left behind from Yoshiki. Her hand clutched her chest, the pain unwavering.