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Chapter 10

"Ayumi-chan?"

Naomi and Yuka shook her gently. Yuka looked up at Naomi. "Why did she pass out?"

"Blood loss, I think. Her wounds are pretty bad." She answered. She peeled back one of the bandages on her head, then sucked in a breath. "Damnit...it looks infected. We have to get out of here, soon. It'll only get worse."

"Worse?" Yoshiki echoed.

"Yeah. If only we had the right medicine..." Naomi trailed off, sticking the bandages back on Ayumi's pale forehead. Yuka rubbed the one plastered to her cheek.

"Ayumi-chan can have this one, if she wants. My cheek is all better now."

"No, Yuka, the blood will still flow." Satoshi said. Yoshiki knelt down by Ayumi.

"When do you think she'll wake up?" He asked in a calming voice. He didn't want to think about her wounds being infected.

"No idea. We can wait, though."

Yoshiki had a hard, set glare on his face. If her wounds were left untreated...

-X-

Ayumi

Last thing.

Appease your friends. You cannot do this with name tags. You must find out what they want. You have not appeased them, just yet. Words will not work.

Ayumi could only remember her mind swim, her vision blackening, before she collapsed to the floor, almost painfully, hitting her already sore head on the concrete. She didn't feel possessed; just painful. She felt blood trickling down her forehead, onto her nose and into her mouth. It tasted metallic, like she was gnawing on a piece of steel. Ayumi felt someone gently take the bandages off her head, the patch it back up. It was all too blurry, though, the voices merged together, into a monotone voice.

"Ayumi? Ayumi, wake up, please." The familiar, sweet voice of Naomi rang through her stuffed head. Feeling undeniably groggy, she raised her head slowly. "Naomi?"

"Ayumi!" Naomi yelled, helping her up. "You passed out!"

"Passed out? From what?"

"Blood loss, I think." Naomi answered, helping her up into a sitting position. Yoshiki and Yuka stared at her pale face, worriedly. Satoshi knelt behind Naomi.

"Shinozaki? Are you alright?" Satoshi asked. Ayumi nodded weakly.

"Well enough. Okay, listen, we have to appease Mayu, Yui-sensai, Morishige and Shinohara. But not with name tags."

"Not with name tags?" Yoshiki echoed. "What do they want, then?"

"How should I know?" Ayumi snapped. She held a shaking hand to her bloody head and winced. Naomi sighed.

"Ayumi, be careful. I'm not sure how you'll be able to move. The head wound is infected, and I'm not sure about the arm one."

"I'm fine! And if I'm not, then I'll just go to the doctors when we get back." Ayumi declared stubbornly, shoving Naomi out of the way and standing ump arms crossed. "I'm fine. Lets go appease them, and get the hell out of here."

Ayumi stomped off towards the locker rooms, Yoshiki following close behind. Naomi, Yuka and Satoshi shoved all the student ID's into their pockets and hands. "We really need a bag or something for these." Satoshi muttered under his breath, his pockets crammed.

They followed the annoyed pair back into the main school silently, until Naomi spoke up. "Where do you think you'll find them?"

"I'm...not sure. Maybe where they were killed?"

Naomi cringed. The thought of seeing Seiko's body again...it felt like too much to bear. Satoshi patted her arm comfortingly.

"Its okay, Naomi."

"Yeah. How about we not go see Shinohara first?" Yoshiki suggested. Naomi nodded. Ayumi suddenly stopped moving, causing the others to stop. Mayu's remains, still splattered on the floor, her patched up ghost wandering around. On hearing their movement, Mayu turned around, her poor face in a glare.

What could Mayu want? Ayumi wondered, nervously playing with one of her twin tails. Mayu stood there, completely still, one hand on her hip, the other dangling down her side. The tension was killing Naomi.

"Suzumoto?" She called tentatively.

"Nakashima? How pleasant." Mayu said tersely, dried blood coating her pale face. She kept glaring at the group, though not making any contact at all.

Do not provoke them, Ayumi. Do not provoke them. The words of the young spirit echoed throughout her mind.

"Mayu?" Ayumi said softly, taking small steps forward. What could Mayu want? She was always so kind and nice; did she ever think about what she wanted?

"What, Ayumi? What do you want now?" Mayu spat, backing up a few steps. Yuka cowered behind Satoshi fearfully.

"What do you want, Mayu?"

"What I...want?" Mayu muttered slowly, taken aback by the question. "Why do you care what I want?"

"To set you free. To free you from this terrible hellhole." Ayumi whispered. Mayu's dull eyes widened.

"Set me free?"

"You won't have to live through this, anymore." Ayumi reassured. Mayu suddenly dropped to her knees, tears spilling out of her eyes and down her bloody cheeks.

"All...I wanted...was to hear...Shige...say he...loved me..." Mayu cried, getting out the words in-between sobs. Ayumi knelt down beside her transparent, blue best friend.

"Mayu? We'll do that, okay? Me and Kishinuma and Mochida and Naomi and Yuka. We'll get you what you want."

"How? He only ever saw me as a close friend. You won't be able to get him to admit that." Mayu's eyes suddenly flared with anger, hatred. "You can't do anything right!"

Ayumi gasped, then moved back into the safety of her friends. Mayu stood up once more, like she intended to hurt Ayumi, before collapsing on the ground, large sobs wracking her small body. Ayumi desperately wanted to comfort her, but she was worried about upsetting her once more. She tugged Naomi's and Satoshi's wrists, urging them along. Yoshiki and Yuka followed after them, as Ayumi led them around a few more corners.

"Explain, Shinozaki. What did Mayu want? She was speaking so quietly none of us could hear."

"She wants Morishige to admit that he loves her." Ayumi said bluntly, upset about leaving Mayu behind, sobbing as she knelt down in her remains. Yoshiki didn't seem to fazed by Mayu's request.

"We all knew that Morishige had feelings for Suzumoto. It won't be too hard."

"The problem is finding Morishige." Satoshi corrected. "I think its in the second wing. And maybe by getting Morishige to confess, we'll of appeased both of them too."

"But when Suzumoto almost killed us before," Yoshiki said, voicing his thoughts. "Didn't Morishige confess then?"

"No. He just told her that he thought she was still pretty." Ayumi recalled, pinching her chin; a habit she'd developed over the years when she thought deeply. She glanced at Satoshi and Naomi.

"We don't know where Morishige died. Do you?"

"Yeah. We've seen the video footage, when he went insane after he found out about Suzumoto." Naomi said, looking down at her feet. Ayumi nodded.

"Okay. Take us there, then."

Ayumi knew she was acting heartless, but all she wanted was to get out of there. And if her friends spirits were put to rest - she could finally try to stop blaming herself for their death.

Satoshi sighed, and headed back to the second wing. Yoshiki kept an eye on Ayumi; she seemed so much weaker now, as if she would faint at any moment. He purposefully remained behind her, to catch her if she fell. Satoshi led the way, Naomi beside them, Yuka next to Ayumi. Yuka felt uneasy with the second wing; she had been chased around by the horrible Kizami. Satoshi led the group down the stairs, to where he and Naomi found his cell phone.

"Here. It was here we found his cell." Naomi explained.

"How'd he die?" Ayumi asked. She felt like absolute crap for asking that about a close friend of hers.

"No idea."

Yoshiki noticed a cracked, broken window, shards of glass sticking dangerously out.

"I thought the windows couldn't open?" He said, turning to Satoshi. He looked confused, his brown eyes squinting. Satoshi went to the window, and carefully leaned over the side. He yelped out in surprise.

"Satoshi?! What is it?" Naomi panicked, tugging him away from the window. Satoshi pressed a hand to his mouth, shaking slightly.

"Morishige..."

Ayumi darted forward and peered out the window, almost wishing she hadn't. Morishige's lifeless body lay down below, his limbs twisted in odd places.

"Oh, god."

Yoshiki pulled her away from the window, looking out himself.

"Damnit...did he really kill himself?"

"I did."

Authors note: There will be more chapters, don't worry!