Personality Disorder

by Shadow Brockwell

Nagisa gets in an accident when in training with his beloved class 3-E where he hits his head, hard. Because of this all his emotions have gone missing from his body...Can E class find them all and get Nagisa back or will Nagisa survive? Class E will help save Nagisa but who will save class E from Nagisa?...

4. Mistivious and Nervous

Hello i apologise it has taken me so long to update left school and still studying further...I do hope this chapter is worth it ideas and comments are taken into account and more would be appreciated and considered thank you...Shadow Brockwell

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Chapter 4: Mistiviously nervous

"This street is disgusting, couldn't they, like, clean it a little better or something? Oh,gross,look at the color of that house! What a disgusting color, who in their right mind would choose to look atthatevery time they went home...Ahh! Hunger! What are you doing! Use the Napkins I gave you, and wear the gloves. Eww! Stop slobbering all over that stupid ice cream cone! That's seriously disgusting!"

Isogai's group found out very quickly that Disgust would never stop talking as if he was disgusted by even the thought of silence...which he probably was, seeing how he was Disgust after all.

Even Isogai was starting to get irritated and he was a hard nut to crack. The rest of the group , unlike him and Megu, where showing signs that they wanted to take out their feelings of blood lust on the talkative personality.Isogai had been relieved when Chiba had broken up the scuffle between the two personalities now walking with his group to Karasuma's apartment. Isogai's usual personality had not worked on them and Chiba's simple suggestion of taking food with them ended the argument and disgust made sure to pack all the and sanitizer he could.

"I also find your hairstyle disgusting, seriously use a comb...no that would be disgusting."

Disgust told Isogai with a flip of his gloved hand,

"Seriously I think my mother has the most disgusting hair cut. No, that would be Karasuma...no...Kimura!" Isogai's eye almost twitched but his ikemen personality forbade him from taking on the action.

He had a job to do like everyone else in the class and getting frustrated now would only make it worst in the long run. What they should be thinking about is that they had found two personalities, making the seemingly never ending list smaller.

Isogai had to admit that the class was making good progress in such a short time but he also thought that most to the personalities they found had been easy or by chance. It was only going to get harder if the remaining personalities were anything to go by.

Most of all Isogai was worried about what they were going to do about Composed. This personality seemed like the most dangerous of the whole bunch and the hardest to find to boot. Isogai couldn't get rid of the bad feeling that had built up in his body, that had started in his stomach but was slowly moving to his chest, when he thought about what they would witness when they did find the personality. Responsibility had said that he was where Nagisa's blood lust was manifested and that didn't sound good. Isogai knew, like the rest of the class, that Nagisa would be a good assassin if he put his mind to it, the best even, but the thought that Composed was just thinking about Nagisa's blood lust and nothing else honestly scared Isogai to the core. It made Isogai feel like he was being watched as a marked target about to receive the deadly blow. If he was being honest with himself could only think of one thing

'I don't want to be the one to find him.'

Isogai knew it was a selfish thought but he was scared at the prospect that he would have to take Composed down to convince him to come with them and save Nagisa from his personality situation.

He was good with some assassination techniques but Isogai knew that he would never be on par with a pure-assassin-Nagisa personality. He wasn't even sure if Karma or Karasuma could to it or even get close to winning.

Responsibly had made it clear that it would take a lot of force and that even probably won't be enough in the end. 'Maybe they could get all the other personalities to help?'

Even with his optimism he thought that wouldn't be the case. Plus would he want that innocent personality he had seen in the picture Nakamura had sent them to fight Composed? It made his heart hurt at the mere thought of sending that cute personality to face such a dangerous individual.

He didn't imagine that Fear or Nervous would help either, when they did find them, seeing as they wouldn't probably wouldn't step a mile near Composed anyway. Responsibly would probably help but he didn't seem that powerful compared to the more stronger personalities.

Isogai couldn't say anything about the rest but he doubted that most of them would help.Where was Composed now, Isogai couldn't help but wonder, as they neared Karasuma's apartment. What would a blood lust driven personality be doing at this very moment? The only thing Isogai could think of was something that he really hoped wasn't true. Something that made him feel sweat sliding down the back of his neck and his hair stand up in fright. He just hoped he wasn't right.

"Hey Disgust?" Isogai asked turning to the personality who was criticizing the owner of a dog who had seemingly left it tied up to a tree

"What a disgusting person, who would do that to an animal! Though as I get a closer look that dog does look disgusting..."

Disgust, having heard his name moved his eyes to Isogai, the bun on his head bouncing with the movement."What is it? Did you realize that something was disgusting?"

"Um . . no, Disgust I just wanted to ask you something."

"Ugh, questions are disgusting. You should know everything you need too! A dumb person is disgusting, being an ungrateful idiot after all. . . Though smart people can have disgusting attitude I think you asking me a question is almost as disgusting as Lust flaunting himself around."

"Lust flaunting. . . . ?"

"Yes!" Disgust almost yelled interrupting Isogai, "That guy is the very essence of disgusting. Wait until you meet him, such a nasty personality. Anyway what was your disgusting question?"

Isogai blinked. After listening to Disgust ramble on he almost forgot what he was about to ask. Clearing his throat Isogai opened his mouth, "Um, have you met Composed before?" Everyone in the group perked up in attention, turning to look at Disgust in curiosity and not in irritation like they were before. What they saw made their eyes widen. Disgust, for the first time was completely silent, frozen where he took his last step.

His face was pale and he was clinging onto Hunger's arm, who had the same expression and had stopped licking his ice cream cone mid-lick. They didn't even look like they were breathing.

"Disgust?" Isogai said reaching out his hand in worry.Disgust and Hunger blinked and Disgust pulled his hand away from Hunger's arm as he realized he was gripping so hard he was cutting off the other personalities circulation. He cleared his throat into his gloved hand,

"Yes, I've met him before. He..."

"He?" Maehara prompted stepping a bit closer, his eyes showing curiosity but also something else. Worry.

"He...is disgustingly terrifying"

Everyone stared at him, not knowing what to say to that statement. Disgust looked so serious and as hunger nodded beside him, his free hand gripping to the back of Disgust's shirt like it was safety blanket to a child. Composed is a personality that was feared, it was now clear to them. That was when everyone suddenly realized that they were going to have to catch this guy and sweat ran down the back of their necks and they all gulped at once, exchanging glances.

"Um, I just have one more question." Isogai said after a long moment of stifling silence, his voice betraying him and coming out unsteady.Disgust, who still seemed shaken up nodded, blurting,

"Let it come out of your disgusting mouth."Isogai didn't get offended, he realized Disgust was actually nervous and still scared. It was the way Disgust decided to handle the stressful situation that Isogai had put him in and that made Isogai feel a little guilty. Disgust was annoying but that didn't mean he should be treated as a bad guy. Disgust was just Disgust by nature and he couldn't help that he was made that way. If you were hardwired to think everything was disgusting wouldn't you act the same way?

Isogai felt that there was more to Disgust. That their was more to all the personalities. Above all he felt that their was way more to Nagisa than what he was showing everyone. Each person has a story and they are more complicated than you initially think when you first meet them and even long after that. Just look at himself for example: he was the classic ikeman but he was poorer than dirt. Maehara was a playboy but Isogai knew that he actually had a crush on a certain person and could never ask said person out. These thoughts made Isogai think about Nagisa's smiles and kind nature.Is there more to that smile? More to his classmate and friend?

Still, it was strange to know that the personalities had their own emotions along with their dominant one. You would think that since they were the personality the represented that they would solely by that but that isn't the case. Disgust and Hunger could show fear. Hunger could show sarcasm and a hint of disobedience.

Nothing with these personalities seemed as they should...there was more to this than a clear glass. The glass is clouded and you need to scrub with a cleaning solution to see what is underneath.Isogai wanted to scrub.Isogai took a breath,

"Do you know what Composed is doing right now?" Disgust gave him a sympathetic look, which was so unlike the personality and it made Isogai scared for the answer he was about to receive but also proved his theory that Disgust can feel other things. Disgust exchanged an uneasy look with Hunger before he spoke, Hunger turning his gaze to the ground.

"Composed is probably working on an assassination attempt."

Maturity sat on the couch reading one of Karasuma's more advanced books that were neatly stacked on the shelf located in the bedroom. It was a very interesting book and Maturity found it very intriguing and enlightening. He felt like he learned something new today.Lifting his eyes from his book he noticed that Innocence, who was watching TV a moment ago had disappeared. Maturity sat up so quickly that his glasses became askew and his ponytail partially came out of the band holding it there. He was up on his feet in a second, the book once his hand forgotten, landing on the couch cushion behind him with a 'thump!'.

"Innocence? Where did you go!" Maturity yelled fixing his glasses frantically, and out of reflex, so that they were back in their original position.

"I'm in here Matty!" Innocence voice sounded through the the house in the direction of where the original Nagisa was still asleep,

"I think there's something wrong with Nagi!" That sent Maturity moving to the bedroom, going through the open door to see Innocence on his knees next to the original. Innocence was gripping Nagisa's hand and Maturity looked on in worry as he noticed that Nagisa's breathing had grown even more ragged since Karma's group left a little over an hour ago. Maturity stepped up to be beside Innocence and moved his eyes over Nagisa, taking a closer looked at his condition.

"Is Nagi going to be okay?" Innocence asked looking up with wide blue eyes, the strange ponytail on his head moving so that most of it was at the back of his head.Maturity swallowed his saliva in his mouth. He didn't want to lie to the personality but it looked like Nagisa was getting worse. Sweat was pouring down his expressionless face in a torrent and he was shockingly pale, too pale. Maturity put his hand on Nagisa's forehead and found it was warmer that it was earlier.

'This is bad.'

Plastering on a fake smile that Innocence would never understand as fake, he said, "Of course he will."

He hoped.Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Maturity turned his head in that direction before moving it back to a relieved Innocence smiling at Nagisa gently,

"Did you hear that Nagi? You going to be okay. I'm so glad."

Maturity's heart broke to pieces with those words. 'why did he have to be so innocent?' Swallowing down his growing guilt he smiled gently down at Innocence,

"Maybe we should leave Nagi to rest, okay?"Innocence nodded eagerly,

"Yes! I want Nagi to be happy!"

Maturity watched as Innocence let go of the original's hand and smiled at him so innocently that it hurt Maturity's heart even more. Innocence leapt up to his feet and ran back into the main living area. Maturity sighed, taking one last look at Nagisa before leaving the room himself, closing the door behind him.Maturity looked at Innocence, who was starting to draw a picture, before he went to answer the door, the person outside already have knocked twice before he got there. Maturity put his eye up to the peephole to find Isogai's group with Disgust and Hunger.

Hunger was dripping ice cream down his face, hands and shirt. Disgust was ranting, Maturity could hear it clearly from behind the door. Though Maturity could tell that Hunger and Disgust looked weary and Isogai's group looked like they realized that they bit off more they could chew.

'Great, I have enough to worry about without Disgust complaining and Hunger dripping melted ice cream everywhere. And Isogai looks like he saw a ghost and it's still hovering over his shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.Why do I have to be the mature one?' Maturity sighed

If it wasn't for Sugaya having such an eye to detail they probably wouldn't haven't found him at all. Karasuma's team was searching through yet another neighborhood when Sugaya had pointed out the suspicious person to the rest of the group. He was perched atop a high wall, his hand over his eyes to block out the sun. His eyes roved over the scenery, deeming there was nothing, and started lowering himself to the ground. It was then that he caught a flash of blue in a backyard a few houses down the street.

"Hey guys, I think I saw something. I'm not sure though, I'm going to check it out."

Sugaya informed the group, started to head in the direction of the house, it looked like no one was home. They gave him either a nod or a verbal affirmative that they heard him and kept looking while he made his way down the street.

When he arrived at the house he saw that it was an average two-story house painted a simple white on the outside. He walked over to the gate, looking to see if any of the neighbors were watching saying a quick 'sorry for intruding' before opening it and walking inside.

He walked around the house to the backyard. As he got closer he started to hear a voice murmuring,

"What should...no no no...can't... why...seriously...why do people have to..."

Sugaya's brows furrowed at the voice. Slowing his pace as he neared the end of the wall he and came to complete stop right before it ended. Peeking out his head his thoughts were confirmed when he saw a figure crouched down in the middle of the yard, hand on his familiar face, pulling back his blue hair. He watched the Nagisa -look-alike talk to himself for a few moments before deciding to speak up, coming out from behind the wall, hand up in a slight wave,

"Um, hello?"

The personality jumped, hands instantly coming up to hide his face, covering his overly red cheeks. His eyes, which were peeking out behind his fingers were looking to the side, deliberately not at Sugaya, his long hair framing his face and hiding the rest of his features. One piece of hair on the side of his head was clipped up so that it stuck awkwardly from the side of his head almost like a sideways colic. He was wearing a plain white shirt and jeans, his usual school shoes on his feet. A loose, baggy, blue jacket covering his arms. A multi-colored 'N' was placed on the personalities hand like a fake tattoo, barely peeking out of the too-long sleeves hiding it.

"Ahh! Sugaya, w-w-what are you doing here? I didn't know people where here! What if-if-if the rest notice that I was hiding? Oh no, I think my mom is calling me! See you, Sugaya!"

'Nervous.' The word came to his mind as he watched the personality in front of him go through his fast paced, mini-speech. Sugaya blinked as the information slowly went through his brain and then his eyes widened as Nervous turned quickly, ready to make a break for the nearest exit, over the fence and into another awaiting yard. Sugaya ran over and reached out his hand, grabbing onto the fleeing personalities wrist, gripping it not as gently as he thought.Nervous' eyes widened and he looked away from Sugaya towards the ground, tears starting to form at the edges of his blue eyes. Sugaya quickly let go of his wrist at the sight but the personality didn't run this time. Nervous grabbed at his wrist, rubbing gently, little red marks underneath his fingertips.Sugaya winced, he didn't mean to do that.

"Ah, ha ha. I should ha-ha-have known that wouldn't w-w-work," Nervous said, his eyes firmly looking at the ground, his cheeks red and tears threatening to run down his face,

"I kn-kn-knew that this would happen e-e-eventually, I mean you need to get the original b-b-back but. . . I c-c-can't help being l-l-like this."

All Sugaya could do was stare, not knowing what to say to Nervous who was obviously getting upset. He was never good with this kinda thing and the personality looked like he was about to faint. Plus he had already accidentally hurt him and didn't want to reach out again and give the wrong impression.

"I just get...you sh-sh-should feel my hands right n-n-now. I bet they're covered in sweat. I-I don't really know how to talk to p-p-p-people the right way. I can't stop talking and my face feels hot, I c-c-can't look at your face and I c-c-c-can't tell you how upset I get, th-this is so frustrating. I want to stop t-t-talking because all I d-do is stutter but I can't stop. I h-have to change the subject. . . . s-s-s-Sugaya you have really good looking shoes, by the way. . . . Sorry...I'm telling you a-a-all this, it must be annoying."

Sugaya opened his mouth, saying the first thing that came to his mind, "It's okay, you know, to be nervous. You can't help it."

Nervous sniffed, bringing his baggy sleeve up to wipe his eyes, which were now looking toward the opposite fence from Sugaya,

"I know. I know I'm a-a-a-acting no better than Shy at this point. You know he was here a while ago? N-n-n-nice guy but he doesn't like people, well h-h-he does but he can't be around them. Does t-t-t-that even make sense? Sorry, what was I s-s-saying? You know t-t-t-that Fear is worse than me. You're never -g-g-going to guess where he is. I wish I was as c-c-c-charismatic as Love, that guy can t-t-t-talk to anyone. Great love advice, t-t-t-too. What am I s-s-saying?"

Sugaya sighed, how should he go about this? Where should he begin? "Sugaya? Did you find anything?"

Nervous jumped at the yell that came from Karasuma-sensei at the front of the house. Sugaya's eyes moved to that direction for a split second and in that split second Nervous made his move and jumped the fence with skill and ran Sugay could only stare with amazment of how Nagisa's skills had no certainty of bounds.

It was well into the afternoon when Karma's group stared at the graffiti that was painted on a convenience store's wall. It was plain as day that it was done from a Nagisa personality. I mean, really, did he actually sign his name? Could he be more obvious? On the brink wall were the words:

Takaoka is a wimp!

Karma can eat shit

Ha ha ha!

-Mischief

Karma didn't know whether to be irritated at being insulted or disappointed with Mischief's immature idea of graffiti. Seriously a five-year -old could do better. Nakamura beside him was laughing and Kanzaki was looking on with a slight blush to her cheeks. Okuda had a hand over her mouth and Sugino just gaped.The busy pedestrians moving around them didn't even look there way, continuing on to their various destinations without knowing about the insults spray-painted on the wall beside them, clear as day.

"I can't believe that someone that looks like Nagisa would do this,"

Kayano said almost sounding baffled at the sight in front of her but not surprised. Karma glanced at her, calculating, before turning towards a still snickering Nakamura and the rest of the group.

"Mischief probably made more of these. We should just follow the trail he made for us,"

Kanzaki pointed out quietly.The group agreed and continued onward, looking for more signs of the personality. After about five minutes of searching they found another patch of graffiti and then another soon after that. They followed the trail until they were in front of a very familiar school building.Kunugigaoka Junior High.

"Who would have thought?" Nakamura said offhandedly, a huge smile on her face as if she was enjoying the new development.

"He could be anywhere right? Where should we start looking?" Kimura asked flicking his hand in a questioning manner. Karma scanned his eyes over the campus, thinking.

"Where would you go Karma, if you could do anything you wanted in the school?" Sugino asked, determining that Karma was the most likely to know where the personality is based on Karma's usual behavior. Karma, now distracted with the question, turned his gaze from the school to look at Sugino and smirked.

"Well, I would go to all my enemies and plant a little surprise in their desks. Maybe fill the pool with piranhas. And still everyone's swimsuits while I'm at it. Oh, maybe I would smash all the principles precious items in his office and steal some of the more embarrassing information on him and his son, then place it on the roof for everyone to see the next day...ha ha ha."

"Nevermind." Sugino said sweat dropping.

"Um, I think I know w-w-where he is," Okuda said timidly, pointing her finger toward an unseen location.Everyone in the group turned to look where she was pointing and saw what Okuda was seeing. Hanging from one of the school's walls by a rope was Mischief, his blue hair standing out against the basic paint color of the school. They couldn't see much more from this distance, though."Wow, that was easy."Nakamura said.

"It seems to easy," Kayano said.

"How are we going to even get him, he's, like, three stories up in the air." Sugino asked squinting at the distant figure.

"Maybe we can trick him into coming down?" Kayano threw out the idea already accepting the situation with a shrug,

"you know, promising him some more mischief or something."

"Maybe some of us should get on the roof?" Kimura suggested.

"We could do both and split up." Sugino pointed out, "Some on the roof while a few on the ground?"

"I feel like he won't come down that easily," Nakamura shrugged," But it's worth a shot I guess."

Deciding quickly that since Kimura is the fastest he would run up to the roof while the rest of them approach on the ground. Waiting a moment for Kimura to get a head start, sneaking up to the building and going inside without alerting the personality, the rest of the group headed over to the personality still hanging on the wall.As they got closer Mischief spotted them and flung himself around, his legs hanging forward lazily, not even scared about how high in the air he was,

"Ha ha ha, well if it isn't the bastard redhead and the gang. Welcome to the party!"

'Bastard redhead?' A vein popped on Karma's forehead as he stared up at Mischief. The personality was was wearing a t-shirt that had the words ' Your Next ' with a smile that looked suspiciously like Koro-sensei's under it. He had a pair of jeans with multiple holes and rips in them and bright red shoes with black laces. On his wrists, with his usual hair ties. Paint was splattered over his clothes and can of spray paint was hanging loosely in his fingers. His hair was cut short, which was a strange sight, almost in a hairstyle like Karma's, except his bangs were thicker than the redhead's. Paint was smeared across his cheek right next to a smirk that could rival Karma's, his teeth impossibly white. Seemingly tattooed on his bicep was the letter 'M' in a graffiti font.

Behind him was his work in progress, the words' Asano has a big . . .' where spray painted orange on the side of the school building.Mischief stuck out his tongue,

"Don't like that pretty boy? Being called a bastard? Well too bad, I'm the king around can go home to your non-existent Mama and Papa for all I care. Now buzz off, I'm busy if you haven't noticed."

Karma's eyes turned dangerous in an instant, his mouth turning into a threatening smile, "Oh, I think I'll stay here, thanks."

Mischief shrugged, "Suit yourself. Well, actually, if you're going to stay you should come up here and join me! I have so many fun ideas for this school, I bet you would love to join in! No hard feelings?"

Mischief smiled like Nagisa usually does, his mean expression flying off his face in favor of a nicer one. Karma's group stared at him for a moment, not sure what to do. That was when Mischief spoke up, smirking,

"Syke!" Mischief smiled even wider, then looked up to Kimura who was now on the roof ready to grab on the the rope holding the personality in the air, now with a shocked expression on his face,

"Thought you get away with capturing me that easily?" Mischief looked back down at the others on the ground, a condescending look on his face,

"Pathetic. Get ready for a show, idiots!"

Spinning around so that feet where again touching the side of the building he pulled out a knife, a real one, and pumped his legs so that he flew backward, away from the building as far as he could go with the force. Bringing his arm back he threw the knife forward with strength, as he was still swinging backwards, and it slammed into the window, embedding into the glass and cracking it in all directions. Laughing, Mischief flew forward, his feet hitting the hilt of the knife sending it through the window and shattering it completely. Mischief disappeared through the window and seconds later the rope came back out, now cut and devoid of its passenger.And to add salt to the wound Mischief peeked out his head, smirking, only to say,

"Catch me if you can, suckers!" before ducking back into the building.

"Damn it!" Karma cursed, his face scrunched up in anger and started running toward the closest entrance to the building.Behind him Nakamura laughed,"Well, this just got interesting! I thought I would never see the day that our Nagisa would vandalize school property."

By this time Karma was about to open the door but that's when he heard it. A whirling sound," Wait-"

"Woohoo!" Karma could hear Mischief yell above him. Looking up quickly, Karma grit his teeth at the sight. That's justirritating.Mischief wasflyingthrough the air to the next building, in his hand was a gun handle that was attached to a sturdy line of steel wire, the wire was attached to opposite building and Karma could only watch as Mischief flew onto the far building's roof, doing a trick for style, and landing gracefully on his feet.Where the hell did he get a grappling hook launcher?

"I can tell your surprised!" Mischief yelled from the building over, waving his grappling hook in the air irritatingly,"I'm disappointed in you guys, I had such high hopes. Really, I'm freakingmischieffor crying out loud! How did you not see this coming! Idiots. You think that us personalities are weak and helpless and round up that easily? That we don't have our tricks? We have powers of our own, you know! We're not the fucking original! We don't have to follow that guy's rules! Screw him."

Mischief threw his arms wide, still gripping the handle of his grappling hook, "Where do you think I got the rope and spray paint from? Did you think I bought all of that crap or stole it? Not a chance. Why do that when I can summon some any time I want with a snap of my fingers?"

To demonstrate, Mischief, with a smirk on his face, snapped his fingers and the grappling hook disappeared out of his hand with a poof and smoke, replacing it with a banner now held in both of his hands, that says:Deal with it, ass hat All Karma's group did was watch with shock as the personality smiled even wider, snapping his fingers again to make the banner disappear,

"Do you think I want to be captured? No! Who would want to give up this freedom! I can do anything I want! Do you know how good it feels to feel this way? Nagisa was never a mischievous guy, I never get to show my stuff, especially withheraround. I can finally do whatIwant and you're not going to take that away from me. I don't want to be trapped again in that hell."

Mischief's facial expression turned slightly crazed by the end of his speech, his hands still up in the air as he laughed. Okuda fidgeted for a second, wanting so say something before she decided speak up timidly,"W-what do you mean, Mischief-kun?"Karma glanced at her then back up at the personality.Something wasn't right.Surprisingly it looked like Mischief had heard her quiet voice and spoke,

"Oh, Okuda I wish I could tell you but, tsk tsk, can't give away the big secret can I? Capture me and I might let a little slip. . . if you can catch me that is. Really it would be easier to capture Shy at this point, you're just not looking hard enough. Seriously he was here, like, five minutes ago. If you can't catch him there's no way I'm letting you take me."

Mischief smirked and looked down at them, snapping his fingers, his eyes resembling Itona's from back then. There was a poof, then a rocket launcher was in his hands and he was aiming right at them in the perfect position to shoot,"Eat this!"

"Well, we're screwed." Nakamura summed up for everyone. Kimura, now in the safest position for the group, watched as the ones below tried to dodge out of the way to the blast as Mischief shot the rocket towards them. This is crazy, was all that he could think as he watched the rocket fly threw the air, seemingly in slow motion, heading for the cement walkway of the school were his classmates were standing.Is Mischief insane!Kimura looked up to Mischief again and his eyes widened in shock.What?With a shout everyone on the ground threw themselves as far away as the impending blast as they could, Karma grabbing a panicking Okuda on the way and protecting her with his body. The blast hits the ground with a bang, cement and the other debris flying in the air. Ears ringing and coughing at all the dust, Karma looked up, squinting, to see a hole blasted into the ground where they all used to be. The area was smoldering and still slightly on fire but Karma could see the others away from the blast zone, worryingly not moving.Karma heard a scared whimper coming from beneath him and he moved his eyes to look down at a frightened Okuda, wincing from the pounding that assaulted all his senses. It took a moment to get a focus image of her beneath him and the girl could be brave sometimes but Karma had to admit that it was probably too much for the science loving girl,

"Are you okay?" His voice didn't sound quiet right through the ringing still in his ears and the throbbing in his temple. Okuda opened her mouth but no words came out so she opted instead to slowly and slightly nod her head, her glasses going askew, almost falling off her nose with the movement

"Good," Karma said taking this moment to look up at that cause of this mess. Mischief was still on the top of the building, now rocket launcher-less, and was looking down at the carnage he caused. Karma could only see his smiling face from this angle and he bristled.

Karma was furious. Mischief looked down on the scene below him, it was awesome but at the same time he didn't mean for it to have such a big impact. He didn't want to kill anyone after all, he's not Composed, he just didn't want to go with them. He shuddered, he never wanted to be like him. Ever. But at the same time the need to never go back was strong, staying firmly in his mind.Never.He would rather not exist at all then being trapped in Nagisa's head, in that hell, again.He heard a soft step behind him, his eyes widening at the sound.

Kayano winced as she pulled herself into an upright position on the ground. Her exposed legs were covered in scratches but she didn't have major injuries. She couldn't believe that Mischief had just done that. Nagi- Mischief can be scary when you piss him off.She'll remember that.Nakamura groaned. She was the closest to Sugino and she didn't really take that in until a few moment after she sat up and ran her hand through her now debris filled hair.That was insane,she thought. She heard a groan beside her and finally noticed Sugino, her voice slightly rough when she spoke,

"Hey, baseball freak, you okay?" Sugino began to sit up, which she deemed was a good sign, his arms trembling. He turned his face towards her and her eyes widened. Sugino's face was covered with red. Running from his forehead, down his right eye, and dripping off his chin was a long, thick line of blood. Sugino's expression was pained but he was still moving non-the-less.Nakamura opened her mouth but Sugino interrupted her with a cough,

"I'm fine. A rock, or a piece of cement, got me above the eye. I'll be fine but we have to focus on Mischief."

Sugino swiped his face with his sleeve not doing much in cleaning up the mess, his sleeve now covered in blood. Nakamura looked oddly concerned for her," Dude, I think you need stitches."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there. We have to get Mischief to save Nagisa," Sugino said starting to stand up slowly and Nakamura had to admit that Sugino was a good friend. He really cared for Nagisa.

"Look at you, trying to sound cool," Nakamura smirked at him.

"what do you mean? I'm always cool," Sugino said smiling, the blood distracting her from it though.

"Uh huh, Baseball boy." Nakamura snickered. Deciding to get up herself, Rio pulled herself to her feet, scanning over her scraped knees and other scratches on her legs and arms. Nakamura turned her head to the other side of the now decent sized crater in the ground to see if her friends were okay. Karma. . .Okuda. . .Kayano. . . Kimura. . . Kanzaki. . .Kanzaki?Where was Kanzaki?Rio quickly moved her eyes over her surroundings,turning her body in every direction but couldn't find her friend anywhere around her. Okuda was still on the ground and Karma was upright talking to her and Kayano was also up and coughing into her hand but no Kanzaki in sight. Nakamura looked up in desperation. . . .

"Uh oh," Rio said aloud turning her head worriedly at Sugino,"We have a problem."

Sugino who had only one visible eye tilted his head, winced, then put it back into its original position," What do you mean?"

"Mischief-kun?"Mischief slowly turned around his eyes going slightly wide at the sight of the girl now before him. Kanzaki stood with her hands at her side, smiling at him as if he didn't just try to blow up her friends just moments before. She didn't have a scratch on her. Come to think of it he didn't see her the whole time he was monologuing he remembers seeing her look up at him as he was about to do his magnificent escape but nothing else.Did she see through him and headed straight to the roof the whole time!?

"I came to stop you, Mischief -kun" Kanzaki said taking a step forward towards her target, not even missing a beat. Mischief took a step back as she approached. He pauses before he grits his teeth and stops retreating and started to step forward himself.'What was he, a wimp like Takaoka?'

"What-" Mischief grits out his hand flying upward in anger and little bit of desperation. Kanzaki smiled and grabbed his wrist bending it at an odd angle making him yelp. Mischief growled and twisted breaking free of her hold and jumping a few feet away from her, holding his wrist to his chest, a face showing his pain clearly through his features.

"You're not going to take me!" Mischief yelled snapping his fingers, his face enraged. A knife appeared in his hand, gently landing in his palm. Kanzaki looked straight into his eyes and she saw desperation and regret. He was trying so hard and it saddened her that he had felt he had to go this far.She smiled sadly at him, her eyes matching her expression,

"You don't want to fight, do you, Mischief-kun."

"What? Of course I do!" Mischief yelled but Kanzaki could see the doubt in his eyes, masked by his fury. He ran forward, knife at the ready to strike. He swiped at her with precision but she dodged to the side and away from the blow. Mischief growled and spun around to try to get a cheap shot at her back.He wasn't going back.

Never.

Never.

Never!

The knife flying towards Kanzaki with new vigor stopped dead in it's tracks. Mischief's eyes widened, his mouth falling open. He could feel warm arms around him, squeezing him gently but firmly and a breath against his cheek, breathing out as she spoke,

"Stop, Mischief-kun." Kanzaki washugginghim and he was completely frozen.

Kanzaki started talking as he stood there still in shock,"Mischief-kun it's okay to feel they way you do. I understand. You never get to have fun anymore and you feel frustrated and alone but this isn't the way to vent your anger and sadness. You're better than this, you don't have to feel this way. I know it's tempting, I fell into the same trap as you, but you don't really want this do you?" Mischief tried to pull away but Kanzaki held firm,

"You don't want to fight us at all, do you Mischief-kun? You just want to be free of all your burdens and worries. To be free from restrictions and rules. You can't help it, it's who you are. You want to experience everything you couldn't inside Nagisa and you'll do anything to get what you dreamed of. You finally got the chance to see the world with new, unrestricted eyes and you don't want to go back now that you've tasted the feeling of freedom. But this isn't right and you know it. you know what you're doing is wrong. You don't want to hurt people. You don't want to fight. You just want to have fun and enjoy yourself, not be alone is your feelings. I understand, Mischief. It's okay. Please don't make it so that you have blood on your hands. You don't deserve that pain."

Mischief stopped struggling, his breath ragged. Kanzaki continued, pulling him further into her body, her warmth filling him,

"Mischief-kun, I don't know anything about Nagisa's life but I promise that we'll find a way for you to be happy again. Please stop and come with us. We'll figure something out, okay. We'll make sure that you can be who you are. That you can still have fun and enjoy yourself. You can have a normal life, filled with fun and mischief. You don't have to run anymore, we're here to help you. You don't have to feel alone. I promise everything will be okay, you're okay. So please, Mischief, stop this." Kanzaki felt something wet on her shoulder as Mischief leaned his body into her and buried his face into her shoulder, sniffling. Kanzaki squeezed him tighter and let him cry. To cry out all of his worries and fears, his doubts and guilt. To cry out all of his insecurities and sadness. To get everything that he needed to get out, everything that he had kept to himself this whole time. To cry knowing that she was here for him.She stood there on top of that roof for what seemed like a long time, clinging to him as he sobbed, the sun slowly going down behind her, the clouds turning a light orange and purple.

". . . thank you."

List of Personalities to find:

Anger

Sadness

Love

Hate

Envy

Lust

Shy

Evil

Nervous (Kinda)

Fear

Happy

Reckless

Determined

Trust

Composed

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Next chapter is now complete I promise to be quicker ideas and comments are appreciated and considered thank you...Shadow Brockwell