Title: Night Comes

A/N: hey… I'm real sorry for the SLOW….. update… can't help it!!! School doesn't really agree with me…. nyahahahahaha!!! Rite… so, here's your next chapter…. Oh, and I would really like to thank Teh tarik and Krapkarmin for reviewing my past chapters….. arigato!!!!!!!

Teh tarik: Wow…. You sure get sent to detention for the weirdest reasons…. Man, your school is weird…. Nyahahaha…. Next victim doesn't want to come out yet unfortunately…

Krappkarmin: *swoons* I love them too!!!! Ah…. Fujima is mine… oh… and so is Rukawa…..

Chapter 3-Next Four

            'Itai!' Kongure muttered, pulling his hand away from the rails of the stairs. His hands were blistering… for no apparent reason at all. Kongure stared at the railing, thousands of possibilities crossing his mind, rubbing his right hand tenderly.

            'What on Earth is wrong?' he wondered aloud, dismissing all the possibilities that were crossing his mind. There were too weird and illogical. However, he didn't know how illogical logic could get… until…. He felt an urge to reach out to touch the railing again, but subdued it. Being burnt by a railing that had no business at all in being hot once was… or at least should be bad enough for him.

            Kongure shifted his eyes from the railing to his hands, inspecting the burns intently. A flitting thought crossed his mind, and he dismissed it uneasily. A minute later, his thoughts were proved wrong, when Miyagi knocked into him.

            'Careful, Miyagi,' he muttered.

            'Sempai? What on Earth are you doing here?' Miyagi asked. Kongure merely shook his head.

            'Why are you in such a hurry?'

            'Err… heh, heh, heh… for no apparent reason,' Miyagi muttered, a red blush creeping up his cheeks as he reach his hands out to hold onto the railing.

            'Stop it!' Kongure shouted. Miyagi, a little shocked, stared at his senior, his hand still reaching for the railing.

            'Stop wha…. ITAI!' Miyagi screamed, pulling his hand back with such force that he toppled over, on top of Kongure.

            'Stop that,' Kongure muttered incoherently.

            '&$%#$%^%$&*&^''

            'Errr… right…' Kongure said, a little shocked at the string of curses that were spilling out of Miyagi's mouth.

            'What the hell is wrong with the &$%^@# rail?!' Miyagi nearly shouted, the he paused for a while, as if thinking hard.

            'Why… why is there no one else here? It usually is real crowded…' Miyagi muttered, his loud voice a moment ago, receeded to nearly a whisper. Kongure stared at him. That was the exact thing that had cross his mind before Miyagi bumped into him. For no reason, Kongure felt a bolt of horror ripped his heart. Lifting his eyes back to the railing, his breath caught in his throat as he saw what was there…

            Miyagi, after a while of muttering to himself, suddenly realized that his sempai was extraordinarily quiet. Eerily quiet.

            'Kongure-sempai?' Miyagi asked, reaching out to touch Kongure who was standing in front of him with his back to him. Suddenly, Kongure called out his name. There was a strange quality of harshness that was usually absent in his voice. Miyagi felt fear slipping into his heart, pumped together with his blood… and at long last, felt it reaching his brains.

            'Miyagi, look…'

            NO! Don't look!! Miyagi screamed in his head. There was something wrong with it. Now, all he wanted to do was… RUN… but still… he had to look.

* * * * * * * *

            'Sendo Akira!' Koshino shouted. Sendo looked up at him, smiling widely.

            'Yeah?' he asked, his tone was merry!

Merry!! Koshino fumed. That stupid IDIOT!

            'Does the phrase we-are-late bring any meaning at all to though that thick fat skull of yours?' Koshino asked.

            'We are? Oh… we are!' Sendo said.

            'God!!! Why me?' Koshino muttered, looking sternly down at Sendo, who was still sitting, raking his own sweet time… and for a flitting second, Koshino thought he saw a steely glint in the eyes of the smiley boy. However, it was gone in a second. Deep in Koshino, he felt butterflies fluttering around, turning his insides upside down.

            Why the hell am I so nervous? We are late… but it's not like it's the first time…

            'AKIRA! GET MOVING!' Koshino shouted, and for an instance, an indescribable instance, Koshino felt like crying. He felt… he felt that he would miss Sendo very soon… as if they were going far away soon… going separate directions… but it was impossible… wasn't it?

            'Hai, hai,' Sendo said, smiling up to Koshino. Koshino felt very… lonely at look of that smile. It seemed to trigger something in him… some old memory.

            Sendo, stood up slowly, his smile still plastered to his face. It was an effortless smile, as he always smiled… but there was something different…as if he didn't to smile this time. Something was going to happen, something that was going to stop them all… even Rukawa said something like that….

            'Koshino could you go on first? Tell Uozunomi sempai that I can't make it yet. I've got some stuff to settle with Kirittani sensei.'

            No Sendo, don't go! You're my best pal! Come on… don't leave me…

            'Baka! Couldn't you tell me earlier? I wouldn't have been late then…' Kohsino muttered, not sounding really angry… in fact, Sendo could detect a sense of sadness in his voice.

            Koshino walked in the direction of the basketball court, suddenly feeling very cold and lonely. He was on the verge of realizing that he was, in fact, very alone in the empty corridor, save a black figure behind him, when, *bang*.

            Sendo looked down at the limp form of his bast pal, the same steely glint in his eyes.

            'Gomen, Kosh… I felt… someone is trying to stop us… and I think it's you,' Sendo muttered, feeling very empty inside. Feeling very sad.

* * * * * * * *

            'Maki-san!' Kiyota came bouncing into the gym, only to receive a hard box on the head from his 'Maki-san!'

            'Itai! What'd you do that for?!' Jin merely smiled at the antics of the two players.

            'You're late!' was Maki's reply.

            'Ch…' Kiyota walked sulkily to the changing room. Maki sighed heavily, walking towards the door.

            'Jin, take care a while, okay?' Kiyota's head popped out immediately.

            'Why, Maki-san?' he asked, earning him a cross look.

            'Go change! Jin, I need to see the principle… something about the Inter High crap… you know… the fare, and discipline,' Maki said, looking pointedly at Kiyota.

            'Ch…' Kiyota said again. Jin nodded. Maki walked out of the door, and Kiyota was going to enter the changing room again when he saw the look in Jin's eyes. A bad feeling crawled up Kiyora's spine.

            Jin's eyes were cruel… something he had never seen before.

            Cruelly delighted…

* * * * * * * *

            Maki ran his hand along the wall lightly, as he walked towards thee principle's office. Almost all the students had gone home, and that idea, for some reason, chilled Maki.

            It is late, Maki told himself, trying to rid himself of this new-found fear. He was so deep in thoughts that he didn't' realize what he was feeling. When he did, he stopped short. After a moment, he let his fingers backtrack a little, looking intently at the wall.

            It seemed normal… however….

 * * * * * * * *

            'What in the &^$%#$%^ is that?' Apparently, his shock had not managed to clean his language up. Kongure, who had nothing to say, stared silently as the words – smoking words – drew and formed themselves on the railing.

            It looked bloody.

* * * * * * * *

            Koshino tried opening his eyes, but no matter how he looked, only black darkness surrounded him. He wanted to move, hoping that it would at least clear his brain a little, but didn't dare.

            What the hell?! He knew what had happened… someone had hit him… and he felt a tinge of sadness… he felt that he knew who it was… and he also felt, he knew who it was…

            Shut up! His mind screamed, at the same time, she strained his ears. He had caught a small voice somewhere… a small ghastly voice, muttering something….

What the hell is happening? He asked himself as the voice grew louder, repeating the same chant over and over again.

* * * * * * * *

            Maki ran his hand across that portion of the wall again, slowly. He could feel it, feel the letters at the tip of his finger, see it in his mind as the letters formed words, but still…still… he could see nothing at all on the walls. The wall looked normal.

A/N: I did promise you a longer chapter, right??? Here it is!!! Nyahahaha!