So, I' doing my A/N first this time. Thank you guys for the reviews. Recently I was talking with a friend that make me mad and took it out of you guys. I thought horror was a good genre for this fandom, not many people have tried a non humor / romance horror.

So first off, pinkyneko, I know you think it's a little strange that Kaoru would kill people, but I am not an oc writer. If i were to write my oc, he would only be seen once and I wouldn't mention his name. At first it was gonna be Satsuki but then people would be suspicious of Natsuki. Kaoru, as far as I know has not been introduced into the anime ( I'm pretty sure I watched all the episodes). So he was my best choice. But I did do some reading on him, hope full I won't make to many mistakes. And I couldn't keep calling him Syo, it was bothering me, so that's why you guys got Hyuuga's death when you did.

Secondly, I am mainly a fluff or tragedy writer. I've never written horror before. So it maybe scary it may not be. And yeah it is sad to kill off the characters, I choose them at random because I have a hard time killing them. But I dunno maybe I'll keep one alive. This chapter makes me want to write a fluff.

Any who, feel free to leave a comment, concern, flame, I won't mind.

Disclaimer- I don't own... that is until I figure out a plan for world domination (jk).

Fotune telling 3

Ringo's right hand flew up to him chest. He clenched his hand around the wet yellow fabric and gritted his teeth. He tightened his left hand around the van keys so not to let them slip from his grasp. His steeping wig, barely clinging to his head, felt heavy. Oh, how he just wanted to see Hyuuga one more time. The wind whipped his wet curls around. Why did the van have to be so far? He was terrified, shaking in the cold darkness that surrounded him. It was barely past noon yet it looked like early morning.

Shadows flickered around him. Ringo's footsteps grew faster as he rushed out blindly towards the off-white van. It was eerily quiet. Through all the horror movies he had been forced to watch with his best friend, Hyuuga, he knew that you were always safer in numbers. Never split up the group. He knew this, he really did, so why did he do it? Was it fear? The murderer was among them somewhere, and he had a goal. Couldn't Tokiya leave a better hint for them? Or was it the hope that the killer would look at him with pity as he ran to the van? Could he really out run someone who killed Shining-san?

Many questions mixed themselves in a flurried inside his brain. He urged his cold body to continue on. It was only a short walk. Seeing the van withing the edge of his vision a horrible thought came to him from the gumbled mess of his thoughts. He could always just leave the children. They had numbers to support them and Reiji-kun. He and Reiji were the same age, the brunette could take on the responsible of them. Ringo wanted to live. He had risked his life to get to the van, he wanted nothing more to do with a killer. Was it so wrong of him to want to live?

He forced himself step after step closer. Ice like rain pelting down on him. Only a few more steps, he urged himself, it was almost over.

"Sensei?"

Ringo's eyes widened. Shakily he turned his head. "Y-yes?" It looked like Syo. Although he didn't know the blonde very well, something seemed wrong. Very wrong.

"Are you running away sensei?" He asked taking a step to him.

"O-of c-coarse not S-Syo-kun." Ringo stuttered trying to hind his fear.

"I don't blame you. You should just leave." The blonde said. His head was cocked to the side, eyes crazed. Had this been what Tokiya was trying to warn them about? "I'll let you leave even."

"Syo-kun, i-"

"MY NAME'S NOT SYO!" He yelled. Glancing back at the frightened teacher, he a mile softly. "Hello sensei, my name,e is Kaoru."

"Kaoru?" Ringo thought backing towards the van. He had heard that name somewhere. But where?

"If you want to leave do it soon. I even left you a present in there." Kaoru turned away.

Lightning flashed overhead, almost blinding Ringo for a moment. When he looked back Kaoru was gone. He looked both ways to make sure he was alone. Taking another backwards step, he felt the coldness of metal against his skin.

Rapidly he turned. He wasn't safe. Buy the killer had so carelessly shown himself, for what, just to let him go. With shaking hands, the rosette fiddled with the door. The slippery wet keys threatened to fall to the ground multiple times after scrambling to get the door open and jumping inside, it hit him. What kinda of present would a killer leave him? Hastily he looked into his mirror.

Hyuuga, they had been friends for a long time. If there was one person Ringo would risk his life for it would be him. And there, in the back seat of the van sat the brown haired man. Slumped forward, he looked asleep. There was no blood that Ringo could see. Nothing other than his friend. But why would Kaoru give him the older male? Was it even possible for the small blonde to carry him?

If you want to leave, do it soon.

The rosette took off his heavy wig and tossed it to the passenger's seat. Water droplets bounded off of his natural short pink hair. Shoving the key into the ignition, he veered left. Guilt heavy on his mind, he wasn't going back there to die. Driving away as fast as he could he came to the familiar area. He could turn right and go to the city or go left to the small ocean town.

Right, he decided. Coming up close to the turn, he slammed on the brakes. Nothing. Ringo's eyes widened, if the brakes weren't working they would crash straight into the tree. Even if they were lucky enough to miss the tree they would fly over the cliff.

"Hyuuga." He called out behind him with no avail. The brunette still hunched over. "Hyuuga!"

Whipping his head back around, Ringo closed his eyes. Metal and tree collided both Ringo and Hyuuga were thrown forward. Glass shattered looking like sharp shiney pastilles. The brown haired man went through the window and rolled limply to the car's hood. Ringo was lucky enough to be stopped by the dash board. Head ringing as blood steeped onto his face from the rosette's hairline.

"Hyuuga." He said weakly, dislodging himself. His body ached. Squirming to the passenger seat, he put his hand down on his once beautiful wig. Slivers of glass broke the skin. Ringo yanked his hand back, to get to Hyuuga he would have to get glass in himself. He wedged himself into the other seat. Glass snagged and ripped at his black leggings.

Each step shaky as the rain came down upon him. Ringo tried to steady both his breathing and balance. With not much luck he slide to his brown haired friend, who lay unmoving.

"Hyuuga you have to wake up." He called though the wind blocked out most of the sound. The rosette gently put a hand on Hyuuga's shoulder and pushed him lightly. With no effert the body rolled limpy onto it's back.

"Hyuuga." Another shake. No answer to Ringo's pleas. He looked over the edge to the dark abyss below. If he could lift Hyuuga up and gwtt him to land, they would be fine.

The rosette stood, gathering himself, before grabbing the brunette's arm. Even with the car smashed into the tree, rooted firmly to the ground, it wobblied. Taking that first step with Hyuuga's arm on his shoulder had been fatal.

Ringo hugged Hyuuga as they fell. He noticed for the first time how cold, how pale his friend was. Ringo smiled to himself as they fell into that dark abyss below, he had gotten himself killed over the corpse of his dear friend. At least they went together.

Syo could feel them, the glances the distant stares at him. By now he could tell what was going on. But to go to this? The blonde could still see it. Still smell it. The whole room had smelled like blood. The mastermind behind it was sick and twisted. 'Come home' had covered the walls of the office. Each body looked as if it had been drained of it's blood through the vertical cuts on their wrists. What blood hadn't been used for writing was smeared into the carpet.

Syo folded his hand around it. The small insignia pin. It wasn't form their school. It was from their sister school. Although Syo was pretty such only he and Natsuki knew that.

The glares from the said blonde were almost unbearable. They both knew what it was though. Who it was, but neither of them were willing enough to admit anything. But Syo knew there was something wrong. What happened in America that could even provoke something like this.

Syo glanced back at Natsuki with knowing eyes. His friend wouldn't say anything unless he had too. Their gaze broke apart when Otoya pointed to the farm corner of the room leading from the hall way.

Syo looked on with amazement. "I-is that Cecil?"