A/N Okay, I really want to finish all of these stories so I can work on my NWN stories and then start some new stories, or else they may never be finished, so I'm going to sit here and type all night. And no, Sora isn't a lesbian in this fic. Good idea, though, considering how boyish she acts. Review, for it encourages me to update!
Sora walked down the hallways of the boarding school, going to her basement room she shared with Amaya. Walking into the room, her art teacher stopped her.
"Sora, I expect to come down in an hour and your art project be ready." He said, and then turned to leave when Sora nodded. The auburn haired girl opened the wooden door and walked inside, chuckling when she saw Amaya with her project.
"You don't really think you can win, do you? I give you encouragement, but you know that I will win."
Amaya smiles sweetly at her, "Izzy said he has an idea on how to help you win."
That stopped Sora. Then she laughed, regaining her composure, "You really, really like him, don't you?"
"I have no idea what he has planned," the now black haired girl went on, ignoring that Sora had even spoken, "But I have a feeling you will win."
"Is that so?" Sora questioned with a smile, humoring the shorter girl.
Amaya nodded, "Why don't you ask him, he's behind you."
Sora's smile disappeared, and she slowly turned her head around, seeing truly, her old friend.
Friend?
Izzy made a 'heh' sound and walked forward. Sora stepped back, her mouth gaping open. "Sora, you want to win, don't you? You've always wanted to win."
Swiftly grabbing a crafting tool with an obvious sharp point, he walked towards Amaya, smiling that same evil smile before, black eyes twinkling with the word almost spelt out: vengeance.
"Izzy… What's going on?" she inquires in a failing voice.
"You wanted to win, did you not?"
"But…" She begins, Amaya pokes her in the back and giggles. She jumps and turns towards the girl, then turns back, feels a profound sting of intense pain in her chest, and looks from Izzy's menacing eyes to the tool in her chest, blood dripping everywhere.
"There are no 'buts' and is no escape this time, Takenouchi Sora. You're already dead."
Amaya growls and pushes Koushirou out of the way, grabbing a hold of the handle of the tool and repeatedly stabbing it in to the girl, viciously, and quite happily might I add, taking away the auburn haired girl's life.