The stalker is kinda obvious, don't you think? Anyways, I found some anime characters that fit the way Kotaro, Ikuto and Shiona look. Just go on google and search:

Kotaro: Koga Pegasus from Saint Seiya Omega

Ikuto: Ikuto Tsukiyomi from Shugo Chara

Shiona: Shinoa Hiragi from Owari no Seraph

Chapter 25: The Angel With Broken Wings

A certain someone laughed maniacally, their eyes widening. "Finally," they said. "Finally I have enough of what I need… to bring Inohara Kotaro to his fated misery. Miyuki Kazuya, you both will pay dearly…"

Keiji screamed in shock as Shiona climbed in through the window, standing on his desk. "W-what are you doing, Suzuriha-chan?!"

Shiona gave him a chilling look before holding out her fists. "Choose."

Keiji furrowed his brow. "What are you trying to—"

"Choose."

He tapped her left fist.

Shiona opened it, revealing a tootsie pop. "You have chosen wisely, Saijou-kun. Enjoy." She jumped back out, leaving a candy-like scent behind.

Keiji shrugged. "Whatever. Free candy."

"Ball four!"

Kotaro sucked his teeth as Itoshi Akira, a second year with long green hair and black highlights that was tied to a ponytail to the side and gray eyes, walked to first base, dropping his bat. 'Damn, why can't I pitch correctly? Why do I feel so uneasy … like something's bad gonna happen soon?'

Suddenly, the coach stepped out. "Pitcher change! Inohara, get off the mound. Maeda, replace him."

Ikuto fixed his cap on his head, walking onto the field. "Yes, sir." He patted Kotaro's shoulder and took the ball from his mitt. "You did good. Allow me to finish the game with a bang."

The ace nodded, sauntering back to the darkest corner of the dugout. He fell to the bench, his eyes lost in despair. 'I'm the ace,' he thought while removing his jersey and undershirt. 'Why am I here, in the dugout? I'm supposed to be out there, putting the second and third years to shame. Why am I slacking at a time like this?!'

"Oi, oi, don't beat yourself up about it. Do that and Maeda-kun might steal your title."

Kotaro looked to his left, seeing Miyuki with a ice pack and towel in tow. "Senpai …"

Miyuki smiled, sitting next to him. "What's throwing you off? You didn't seem so energetic out there."

"I don't know. I feel scared. This foreboding curtain of despair is hanging over me. I don't know what to do! Something bad's gonna happen, I can sense it!"

The bespectacled man embraced the younger teen, rubbing his toned backside. "Whatever's going on inside you, just push it away. You have me; stay calm and take deep breaths. I love you; don't fear anything. Here, let me ice your shoulder."

"Miyuki Kazuya, hugging Inohara Kotaro when he's literally half-naked," the person from afar said. "Now that's low. But don't worry, I'll put an end to this and get the revenge I deserve. This is going to be sweet."

The next day…

"What are you doing up here again?"

Shiona turned, swinging her legs over the roof railing and landing in front of Ikuto. "Taking pictures."

Ikuto crossed his arms. "Of what?"

"My interests."

"I'm not even going to ask." The blunette laid on the floor, putting his arms behind his head. "But why up here, of all places?"

Shiona unwrapped a raspberry lollipop and popped in her mouth. "So I can see everything," she slurred. "Every little detail counts. If you want to accomplish something, you must do it where no one can see you nor suspect you. Maeda-kun, what is revenge to you?"

Gritting his teeth in confusion, Ikuto sat up and stared at the female teen. "Shiona. What are you getting at?"

Shiona skipped gleefully to the roof stairwell, humming. "No need to be impatient. Everyone shall know in due time."

Kotaro sighed as he hit his bed, curling in happiness. "Damn, that was a good ass shower! Nothing's better than soaking in burning hot water after grueling hours of practice!"

Izumi smacked him with his pillow. "Shut up and go to sleep, asshole kohai!"

"Alright, alright."

12:03 am

Kotaro awoke to a ringing noise. His eyes slow at adjusting to the darkness of his room, he blindly searched for his phone. Disregarding the caller ID, he accepted the call. "Hallo?" he answered sleepily.

"Inohara."

The redhead's heartbeat automatically stopped. "Suzuriha."

Shiona twirled a finger through her locks. "Fail to meet me in five minutes and … well, you'll see what will happen."

"Wait, where are you—" Shiona hung up before he could inquire about her whereabouts. Rubbing his eyes groggily, he flew out of bed, threw on a shirt, pants and his sneakers and raced outside. "She could be anywhere! I only have five minutes, fuck! I can't laze around … but what is Suzuriha doing? Why am I so frightened?"

Shiona cackled, licking the tips of her fingers. "Finally … finally! My dream will be fulfilled! I've waited six months for the perfect opportunity and now the moment has arrived! I will ruin you, Inohara Kotaro! I will have my revenge! Hahahaha!"

"Suzuriha!"

The female looked down, noticing a drenched Kotaro beneath. "Oh. You're here." As lightning stuck behind her, she jumped down from the roof of the school, landing on both feet. "You failed. You're two minutes late."

Kotaro frowned, clenching his fists. "Just what are you talking about? What's gonna happen? Tell me!"

Shiona smiled, holding out her phone. "Nothing much. All I'm going to say is that … you weren't secretive enough. I watched you the entire time, hiding on the roof and other buildings. By tomorrow, I will achieve my ultimate purpose."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN?! YOU WERE STALKING ME?! WHY?! FOR WHAT REASON?!"

The manager simply laughed, holding her stomach. "You're too funny, Inohara! I c-can't stop! Haha! Anyway, I will destroy you from the inside out. I will destroy your reputation and everything you hold dearly. Even Maeda-kun and Saijou-kun will want to stay away from you. Ta-ta, Inohara Kotaro."

30 minutes later

Shiona snuck her way into the school's main office, sliding the door closed as quietly as possible. Turning on her flashlight, she searched for a computer. Finding one, she sat down and hacked into it. "So easy." Plugging her phone and camera into the database, she began to sync all her photos and printed them out one by one. "This is going to be sweet."

The next day…

Kotaro rose a brow as he saw a large crowd of students crammed in the hallway. "Oi, what's going on?"

Suddenly, they all ran away, murmuring.

Confused, the redhead looked at the source of the commotion. His eyes dilated in terror. "No …no … this can't be … NOOOOO!"

Blocking the hallway were lines of rope from the windows to the wall, each containing a plethora of photos.

Of him and Miyuki, engaging in both romantic and sexual activities. Both inside and outside of school.

Kotaro snatched a flyer that read:

'Inohara Kotaro and Miyuki Kazuya?! Dating or Unhealthy Relationship?! Scandal with Sawamura Eijun?!'

The ace crumbled it up and tossed it behind him. "Who the hell did this?! Who?! I'll make you pay!"

"Slut."

"Whore."

"Asshole."

"Cunt."

"Faggot."

"What kind of ace are you?"

"Man, I knew you were gay."

"Dicksucker."

"Bitch."

"Cum swallower."

"Lemme guess, you fucked Kuramochi-senpai too?"

"Gay piece of shit."

"Go suck a dick."

"Mou, now I don't like you anymore. I should stay away before he rapes me."

"Facts. I wouldn't want him near me."

"Aw, look, he's crying. First years shouldn't be doing this type of disgusting crap."

Kotaro trembled at the insults thrown at him as a mass of students closed in on him, cursing away.

A bucket of cold water and seaweed was suddenly splashed on him, the bucket itself landing on his back.

"There we go," a bully teased. "Nice and soaked. I knew the savior of the baseball team couldn't be so innocent. Guess I was right after all. Whore! Who the fuck has sex on the field? That's disgusting! Whoever printed these out is a genius. Inohara-dickhead~"

"Stop this madness right now!"

Looking up, everyone fled as Ikuto and Keiji arrived with their bats in hand, swinging.

Ikuto gasped at the photos in disbelief. "Kotaro … who did this? Why are you and Miyuki-senpai … don't tell me what I'm seeing is the truth."

Kotaro held back his tears, clenching his fists. "It is," he croaked. "Everything is real. I did do all this with Miyuki-senpai."

Keiji sighed, picking strips of seaweed off the ace. "But … who in the world would do this? I mean, they'd have to be an expert in photography to get such quality pictures like this without you noticing. And good at stalking too."

Kotaro sucked his teeth, seething with rage. "Suzuriha…"

Lunch period…

Everyone steered clear of him. Talked shit about him. Threw garbage at him.

As Kotaro passed by the school store, he heard a camera shutter.

"Smile for the camera, Inohara."

He glanced up, scowling. "Suzuriha."

Shiona pocketed her camera and front-flipped to the ground. "So, how's life? Are you enjoying your popularity?"

"I knew it. I knew it. I fucking knew it. You are literally the only person in Seido who can take pictures that detailed."

"You flatter me. Did you come to praise me or is there something else on your mind?"

Kotaro sucked his teeth irritatedly, grabbing the manager by her school sweater. "Just what the fuck is your problem?! Why are you taking this so lightly?! Just why did you do this to me?!"

"Harassing a girl? Now that would be an even bigger blow to your reputation, don't you agree? At this rate, you'll get kicked off the baseball team."

"ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION, BITCH!"

Shiona removed Kotaro's hand from her sweater, biting her lip. "Inohara. How could you forget? About what happened six months ago?"

"W-What?"

"Don't act dumb! You know what I'm talking about! That day … when I first confessed to you."

Six months prior…

Ikuto slung his arm around Kotaro's shoulder, grinning. "You joining the baseball team or nah?"

Kotaro nodded vehemently. "Hell yeah! I'm gonna become the ace, so everyone better watch out!"

Keiji smacked him on the head with a paper fan. "Keep it down, Inohara-kun. People are staring."

The redhead sulked playfully. "Sheesh, that hurts. It's getting late; I gotta get going before Fukuda-senpai kills me."

As the trio parted ways, Kotaro made a questioning sound as he approached his dorm, seeing a silhouette near the door. "Suzuriha-chan?"

Shiona walked up to him, her cheeks florid and legs quaking. "Um … uh … I-Inohara-kun … there's s-something I need to tell you."

"Sure; wassup?"

"I … I … um … I … I have a crush on you! Please go out with me!"

Kotaro lowered his eyelids, crossing his arms. "Are you serious?"

"Yes! I loved you ever since I saw you try out for the baseball team! You're amazing! I'm one of the team's managers, so I was wondering if—"

"No," the redhead said, clearly uninterested.

Shiona blinked in confusion as her eyes began to tear. "Excuse me?"

Kotaro huffed, annoyed. "You heard me. I have no feelings for you whatsoever. And I never will."

Shiona clung onto the latter's chest, burying her head into his shirt. "Please … please … just this once! I'll do anything; please go out with me! Give me a chance! I'm begging you … I love you so much."

"GIRLS LIKE YOU ARE SUCH GODDAMN PESTS!" Kotaro shoved the female teen to the ground, earning a sharp cry of pain. "What part of 'I don't love you' don't you understand? I don't have time for girls and plus, you're unappealing. All you ever do is take pictures of irrelevant shit that doesn't even make sense. What do you do with them anyway? Who would like you? I don't know what world you're in, but … I refuse to date you. Get away from my dorm."

A few minutes after the future ace left, Shiona laid on the ground, sobbing loudly. 'Inohara,' she thought sorrowfully. 'What did I ever do to you? All I ever wanted was a chance at being loved … you could've just said no. No worries, though.' She sat up, brushing the dirt off her clothes. Taking out her camera and shooting a picture of herself, she stared at it.

Her face was tearstained and her eyes were radiating with despair and fear.

Shiona smirked, rising. "Inohara Kotaro," she slurred, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. "One day, I'll make you pay. Oh, you'll pay, all right. I will have my revenge."

Now…

Kotaro shook his head. "Suzuriha, why are you still hanging on to the past? That was six months ago."

"Exactly my point!" Shiona screamed. "Ever since that day, I was unable to forget the humiliation and shame you caused me! I've stood in the shadows for long enough! Now … now I finally achieved my goal! To put you to shame and ruin your goddamn life! This is the sweetest revenge ever! I'm so proud of myself, wouldn't you agree?!"

"You're deranged. You're one deranged, little bitch!"

"My feelings for you are nothing but hatred, ne, Inohara?! Ne?! This is so much fun … I'm crazy in the head, aren't I? Well, it's your fault. I used to be shy and quiet back then. But now … I'M A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON, RIGHT?! RIGHT?! STARVING FOR VENGEANCE AGAIN AND AGAIN! I WANT TO DESTROY YOU, INOHARA KOTARO! I WILL STRIP YOU OF ALL YOUR PRIDE AND HONOR! I WILL CORRUPT YOUR REPUTATION TILL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT! SUFFER THE PAIN I WENT THROUGH SIX MONTHS AGO! SUFFER, INOHARA KOTARO!" She laughed maniacally, resounding throughout the entire campus.

Staggering to the ace, she smiled evilly, licking her lips. "Are you dumb? Do you think this torment is over? Think again, motherfucker. By the end of today … expect Miyuki Kazuya to throw you away like the piece of trash you are. Just like you did to me."

Miyuki held Kotaro close as they met up at the gates of Seido later that night. "What's wrong, Kotaro? Why are you crying?"

The redhead choked on his sobs, forcing them down his throat. "We're ruined," he screeched, his voice dry. "Suzuriha Shiona ruined everything. She posted pictures of us throughout the whole school. She was stalking us when we made out and had sex! Now everyone knows, senpai! It's all over the place! We're screwed!"

"Ah, ah. About time."

Kotaro trembled, afraid. "What are you talking about?"

The bespectacled man pushed the first year away from him, smirking incredulously. "Wipe your fucking tears. Why are you crying? I'm fucking happy! I've been waiting for this damn day to arrive. I can't stand you. The only reason why I went out with you was so I can get my mind of Eijun. I must admit, sex with you was the bomb! Young flesh really is the best. But then I realized that no one can replace Eijun, no matter how hard they try. You were the perfect person to use. I almost fell in love with you. That Suzuriha girl really did a great job exposing our dirty secret; I was about to get tight. Fuck your status and the like. At least you have the opportunity to date someone your age. I can't help but laugh! Did you really think I, Miyuki Kazuya, would fall in love with you? You may be the ace of the baseball team and all, but in the end, you're nothing special. I never cared about you, to be honest. I just wanted your company, and that was easy as pie since you already had feelings for me. Gullible teenagers these days. Now, now, scoot along. I don't need you anymore, so just go ahead and … leave my sight. Thanks."

Shiona chuckled from above, ending her video. "This is the sweetest poison ever."

As Miyuki left, Kotaro fell to the cold concrete, his heart sinking. "What? What? What … just … happened? Why … is this … happening to me? What did I do to you, Miyuki-senpai? No … come back here … explain … I didn't hurt you. So why … my heart … it fucking hurts … it hurts … this pain. Is this … what Suzuriha felt when I rejected her? Is this … the humiliation she was talking about? I understand … it makes me want to … kill myself. Yeah, that's a great idea, right, Kotaro? Yeah … it is … I WANT TO FUCKING DIE!"

Scrambling to his feet, Kotaro dashed to his dorm room, not bothering to lock the door behind him. 'Thank god Fukuda-senpai isn't here yet!' From deep within his drawer, he pulled out a thick rope and tied it to a small hook on the ceiling, creating a medium sized loop at the bottom. Standing on a stool, he swallowed hard, bringing the loop to his head. "Suzuriha Shiona, this is the revenge you yearned for for the past six months. Are you happy? I did this to myself; I don't blame your insanity. At least now you can live without destroying me any further. Goodbye."

Finally, he swallowed again and put the loop around his neck, taking a deep breath.

His last breath.

An hour later

Keiji and Ikuto strolled to Kotaro's dorm, laughing. "But them fruit loops was square!" Keiji managed through bursts of laughter. "Damn, that shit never gets old!"

Arriving at Kotaro's room, Ikuto placed his hand on the knob. "Something's not right," he said. "It's cold. Kotaro's hands are always warm. I don't like this. STRANGE!" Backing up, he kicked the door down.

Their eyes widened in terror. "KOTARO!" they yelled in unison.

The redhead was hanging lifelessly from the ceiling, his eyes rolled back into their sockets.

Keiji covered his mouth. "How … terrible … why did he kill himself … what Suzuriha-chan did wasn't that bad …"

Ikuto clenched his fists, rage welling up in his chest. 'Kotaro … I will avenge you. I'm sorry.' Turning to Keiji, he trapped him in a warm embrace. "Keiji, I'm so glad I was able to meet you. You were the best bestfriend anyone could ask for. Continue to be a great baseball player. Whatever happens to me … don't cry. Ok? Can you keep that promise?"

Despite his confusion, the batter nodded, rubbing his teary eye. "Y-Yes."

The blunette patted him on the back and raced outside, rolling up his sleeves. 'Shiona … it's time for me to end this once and for all!'

"Thou who sin shall die."

Sensing a presence behind her, Shiona perched herself on the roof's railing. "What brings you so late at night, Maeda-kun?"

Ikuto stood behind her, his face twisted with anger. "Shiona. Why did you do this to Kota–"

"You already knew this was going to occur, Maeda-kun. I hinted it so many times and you were the only one who understood. But you didn't stop me. You were unable to."

"Kotaro's dead now. Are you satisfied with your revenge?"

"Oh, he killed himself? Wow, that's deep. Now, am I satisfied? Ha! Obviously not! I trained for years to become the best photographer in the school! I'm going to ruin other people's lives next!"

"What did they do to you?"

"Doubt my existence. Ask why I'm always taking pictures of random things. How fucking dare they."

Ikuto steadied himself on the railing, staring at the starry sky. "How cruel. But now … you won't have to experience that anymore."

Shiona gasped as Ikuto wrapped his arms around her waist tightly. "No! No! What are you doing, Maeda-kun?!"

"Those who sin are supposed to die, right? Well, you sinned. You drove Kotaro to commit suicide and I sinned by not warning him enough. You know what that means."

Shiona screamed, struggling pointlessly. "No! No! Let me go! Get off me! We're going to fall!"

"That's the whole point, Suzuriha Shiona."

Shutting his eyes tight, he jumped off the roof with the female teen in tow, the wind forcing them down. 'I'm sorry, Keiji, Fukuda-senpai, everyone. I'm getting payback for Kotaro. It sucks to lose my life this way, but … it's for the best. Now no one will get hurt or embarrassed. Live in peace everyone. Maeda Ikuto … a good name, I must admit. Yeah …'

Shiona reached out her hand toward the sky. "No! No! This wasn't how my plan was supposed to go! I'm not supposed to die! The ones who sin shall die! I am an angel! I have committed righteousness in sight of the Lord! This wasn't how my revenge was supposed to go! No! Release me at once, Maeda Ikuto! Release me! You son of a bitch! Why do you insist on taking me with you?!"

"Because," the latter whispered into her ear. "I won't let Kotaro die alone. You're tagging along with me, Shiona. So he can give us a nice, warm welcome when we reach Heaven. Then we'll ask God to see if you're an angel or an angel with broken wings."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

CRASH!

One week later

Keiji held back his tears as everyone in Seido stood around the graves of Kotaro, Shiona and Ikuto. "I'm not afraid. I'll miss you guys, but I'll be ok. I must stay strong, to make you proud. I will carry on your dreams, Kotaro. Ikuto. And become the new ace of the Seido baseball team. I promise."

Miyuki sighed, turning off the TV. "Well, well. Kotaro was so much weaker than Eijun. He actually killed himself. I guess that makes sense; I mean, he had a way lot more on his shoulders. Now then."

The bespectacled man pulled on a white shirt and walked out of his hotel room, rushed down the stairs and headed outside, fresh air hitting him like a brick. "Back to gain Eijun's heart, I suppose."

Eijun sniffed as he viewed the burials of Kotaro, Shiona and Ikuto on TV. "How … why … did Kotaro-kun die? He had a perfect life! He could've become a star!"

"Not exactly," Kuramochi said, studying the edge of the TV screen. "Here it says that someone posted inappropriate pictures of him and … Miyuki all over the school?! What the fuck?!"

Mei's eyes dilated. "Miyuki?! No wonder we haven't seen him! He's been going out with Inohara-kun?! Just what the fuck is he doing? If it wasn't for him, Inohara-kun wouldn't have died!"

Eijun gritted his teeth angrily, causing Kazujun to whine. "Kazuya! Why are you destroying everything in my life?! Why did you have to ruin Kotaro?! That's it … this is the last time … I WON'T LET HIM RUIN ANYONE ELSE'S LIFE OTHER THAN MINE! I SWEAR!"

Alrighty then, folks! I'm sorry if I broke your heart or anything … nah, I'm not sorry. You should've seen this coming. I dislike happy endings. This is the end of Kotaro's part and now we're heading full speed back to Eijun and the gang. I'm telling you, shit's gonna go down for real in the next chapter. Wait, I bet no one's gonna read this anyway. Ciao! :)