The Next Day - McCree's Class, Royal Winstonian Academy, 12:00PM

"...It's High Noon" said McCree, shocking the rest of us out of our dreary, bored ways as his former vigour and life seemingly returned to his body. I handed in the paper this morning, would that have anything to do with it? Surely not, I don't think that had anything to do with why he's been so bummed out recently. I thought it all had to do with Lena's death. Was he really that hung up about one little student of his, out of the many thousands he's taught over the years, not turning in his college application?

"This is a bit sudden…" remarks Angela from behind, her voice echoing with surprise. "Why the sudden change in attitude, Sir?" asks the blonde Swiss, closing her textbooks in preparation for lunch.

"Let's just say, y'all have done me proud this past year, despite everything we've been through together, not only as a class, but as people. It's gonna be a sad day when y'all graduate" says McCree, a hint of sadness seeping its way into his vocal tones. I'm glad he's feeling better, even if it's a bit sudden, he's at least gonna be vibrant for the final few days we got left here. With that pleasant start to the day out of the way, our usual group convened together. Hana sat closer to me than usual today (like, she was right against me, shoulder touching shoulder, which is closer than she normally is).

"So, any updates on the weekend?" asks Angela looking in my direction, taking out a chocolate-filled croissant.

"Well actually I was thinking…" interjects Hana, cutting me off before I ever got to speak. "Why don't we just hang out at my place? That way Jonathan doesn't have to worry about messing up the house in a way that'll piss off his mom!" she says with incredible enthusiasm.

"It could work" says Fareeha, shrugging. I can't even look her in the eye today after what happened last night. I want to tell Hana everything but, I'm afraid of how she would react...how she would do things...I don't want anyone to be dealing with that. I try my best to focus back on the conversation at hand, not wanting to keep my mind on last night's events for too long.

"That would actually be a lot better, plus your house is a lot more organised than mine is, haha" I laugh, trying to brighten my own mood more than anything else. Angela gives me a look. Shit, she knows something's up and she's gonna do her damndest to try and get to the bottom of it...maybe I could confide in her about it...but haven't I relied too heavily on Angela as it is?

"Well then, I think we should all stay there this weekend, you have the appropriate amount of bedrooms Hana, right?" asks Angela, focusing her attention back on Hana, who smiles in kind.

"Yep! Well, Jonathan and I will be sharing a bed of course but, you two can either share a bed or have seperate rooms!" says Hana, excited.

"Nice, we've got ourselves a slumber party" says Fareeha in an ironic tone. To be fair, 'slumber party' is super childish, but hey, no better way to really describe it I guess. It could be fun, but with the recent tension I've been feeling, especially within myself...it could may be a bad idea.

One Day Later, Friday, 6:00PM - Hokuto Street, outside Hana Song's house

After finishing up on my homework for the final time in my high school life, I was ready and waiting outside Hana's house, thinking about everything that's happened the past year. A lot of it...has been pretty shitty, not gonna lie. Nothing can take back the hell that Hana, me, Angela, McCree, Hanzo, Genji...and even Fareeha went through. Hell actually, Fareeha wasn't in school for ages after we got back from Korea. Things are getting better, well, mostly, minus this whole issue Fareeha has created...although she has good points

"Good grief...things are just never easy or simple around here" I mumble to myself as I walk up to the front door, knocking on it. After a few seconds, my host for the evening answered the door, and damn, she looked as beautiful as ever, in fact even more so. She had only applied a little make-up to help highlight her overwhelming natural beauty, and her outfit of a dark blue sweater, white collared shirt and her white shorts, with black tights to contrast.

"Ahh Jonathan, you're right on time!" she says with a smile sweeter than I've even seen from her, almost too sweet. The atmosphere was bright for once around these parts, which is a nice breath of fresh air considering all the shit we've been through since Lena died. It's nice to see both Hana and McCree's lighter tone come through all this darkness recently.

"Yeah, it's better to be relatively on time than to be late at all, I figured, haha" I mumble awkwardly. Damn it, what's gotten into me? Fareeha's been really messing me up recently with all this nonsense she's been spouting.

"You alright?" she asks, bringing my face into her line of sights, making me gaze into her irises.

"Y-yeah, just thinking about Graduation is all, haha" I say, half-heartedly. She smiles in response and leads me inside where the other two were, and immediately, I could tell something was weird about the situation. The room where we normally game was dimly lit, and there was no music. Clearly, something wasn't right, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Hey there Cujoh" remarks the ever troublesome Egyptian, eyeing me up from head to toe. Great, as if she couldn't make her advances on me even more obvious. Hana's grip on my hand suddenly tightened.

"Ow, watch it there…" I say to her, causing her to ease up, if only slightly. We continue into the room where Hana leaves us for a second to "get our drinks."

"This is all a bit...weird, isn't it?" asks Angela, noticing the weird vibe.

"Man I dunno, hopefully shit gets good once the alcohol kicks in…." says Fareeha, relaxing comfortably in the rather expensive looking recliner. After a few more minutes, Hana returns with our drinks.

"Herrre you go!" says Hana, handing us each a 'home made' Vodka Martini drink, her own special recipe apparently.

"I hope this is good…"I mumble.

"Oh, you're going to love it!" She says, eagerly awaiting for us to down our drinks as she has one herself, as she goes over to put on some music. Finally, things aren't feeling so weird, especially because it's appropriate music too.

"So uhm, mood whiplash aside, what's our plan for Graduation night?" I ask, eyeing up everyone in the room as I finish downing my drink. Fareeha had already finished hers, and Angela slowly - but surely - followed suit. Hana barely touches hers though. I wonder is she OK tonight?

"Hmm, there's not much going on in terms of what the school is running….just the ceremony and the after party but it's gonna be lame" says Angela, twirling a finger in her smooth blonde hair. Fareeha smirks, as she has done so often lately, looking over at Angela.

"Yeah, it's probably gonna be a shitfest but hey, what do I know, I guess we gotta wait and see until it's on before we judge" she says, rubbing her eyes.

"You tired?" asks Angela. Fareeha shakes her head.

"I shouldn't be, I had a good sleep last night" she says with a yawn. Barely a moment later, Angela yawns too.

"You guys OK?" asks Hana, concerned that the party isn't going too well. I mean, if she wanted it to go well, she'd have put way more fuckin effort into the thing that's for sure...people are probably bored. I feel a bit bored too to be honest, as my eyes start to lose some energy. Damn, it's not even that late yet. I really should put in more effort, for Hana, to show her I care but...I just feel so tired all of a sudden. I guess all the stress recently of what's happened has finally caught up with me, and that's understandable. Maybe I should go to a GP tomorrow…

Struggling to stay awake, I try going back to the conversation at hand.

"What are you guys gonna do after we finish?" I mumble out, barely comprehensible.

"Probably go into…*yawn*...medic..ine.."

"...do….course….gramming….uters…."

The World went black around me.

I couldn't see. Feel. Smell. Taste. Hear.

An empty void. A ghost without a shell.

A sakura fallen from the tree. No wind to guide it.

I fell more and more…

...into her hearts trap.

Some time later, location unknown.

It was a feeling which I was unfortunately familiar with. This restraint was familiar to me. My arms behind my back. My legs iron cuffed to a chair. My first question was oddly where would they get this stuff? It's not like this stuff is everywhere, even online. But I guess nowadays you can't discredit the internet for anything. My senses slowly returned to me one after another. Smell. Touch. Sound. Taste. Sight. I took a glance at my surroundings. Even in this rather dim light, I could tell it was an average basement. I wanted to try and rub some of the drowsiness out of my eyes but, of course that was impossible. I didn't know where this basement was.

"Hana…"

My primary concern. I don't know what happened to her, or the others for that matter. Why the hell was this happening to us again?

*clack, clack, clack*

I shudder at the sound that has haunted me forever.

The sound which I CAN'T GET OUT OF MY HEAD.

The SOUND WHICH DOMINATES ME.

THE CLACKING OF THOSE HIGH HEELS.

STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT.

"I'm sorry...Johna….than"

STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT.

"Be happ...y….Angel...a"

STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT.

"You're going to be my little bitch, so you better call me your mistress, understand? UNDERSTAND!?"?"

STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT. STOP IT.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream at the top of my lungs, for what seems like an eternity, trying to deafen out the clacking of those devilish high heels.

But it was futile.

Because in walked my captor.

Who else would it be.

You knew this was coming.

The signs were all there.

You're stupid for not noticing that the drink tasted funny. That she barely had any.

You're an idiot.

You became trapped in her heart. You said so yourself.

With a smile as evil as the devil itself, Hana Song walked up and sat on my lap, leaned into my ear and whispered ever so softly into them.

"Now we're together, forever"

I couldn't move. I couldn't even react to her slow, passionate kissing. Subconsciously I reciprocated, but only because my body just did that whenever it tasted her sweet cherry lips. I could barely even breathe. She barely gave me an inch.

"You must have a lot of questions, my dear. Well, let's start off with the obvious: I didn't harm our 'friends', even that WHORE Amari. They're at their own places, I made sure they're safe. I just wanted some...alone time with you" she says, tracing her finger all over my chest and face, her stare as endless as the void itself, showing that damn smile she always had shown.

"What….is...happening" I manage to say between the barrage of kisses. She manages to lift her head for a moment.

"You're going to be mine forever, I won't let what happened the other day happen to you again, my beloved. I won't let that whore touch your lips again...they bEloNg to mE….hehehe" she says in a voice that balances itself between creepy and too sincere for my own good.

"Oh and one more thing…." she leans in again to whisper.

"We're getting married!"

(A/N: So after thinking about it for a while, I've decided that the Fic will be ending real soon. I am going with my original ending as planned but, I'm gonna abandon one specific aspect about it. I think that this angle I'm going from will help me paint Hana in the most grey way possible which is what I've always wanted from her. I wanted to create a character (well, an alternate version of a character created by Michael Chu lol) that isn't your traditional D. Va "hidden personality" that I see so many fictions use on this site. Not saying that's a bad trope but it's one that I wanted to re-adapt for my D. Va character. I want you, the viewer, to decide what you think is right for Jonathan and Hana. Now what I write might be different from what you want but know that, if you want the opposite of what I write, I won't hold you against that, in fact I encourage you guys to write an alternate ending for this story. The ending I have...isn't going to be pretty. Ignore what I said in the last chapter about the M rated stuff - there's gonna be some (un?)consensual stuff (unless I change my mind again ugh) in the next chapter so, here's your trigger warning. Oh and psychological and maybe physical torture too. Fun. I want this fic to end before September, so please give this chapter reviews because it's really different to my normal style and I love hearing feedback from you guys. The reviews are really my main motivator for writing. The more I get, the more I wanna write!)