Seiko had eyes that gleamed every time his eyes fell upon his weapon, a nose that delighted in the smell of blood. He was ecstatic in his rage against the snobby students at that school, and every time his squeezed the trigger was a breath of fresh air.
Seiko was a predator at heart.
Everything that moved had a hole in it now, anything that stood in his way was shot down without mercy or hesitation.
The twins didn't know that.
Haruhi, Hikaru and Kaoru cowered behind the teacher's desk. Haruhi tried not to whimper, tried to think past the overwhelming terror. "Haruhi, don't be afraid," Kaoru whispered. "I'm fine," she whispered back. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged a glance. "Sure," they said simultaneously. The twins both suddenly got an idea, and they knew the other was thinking it too.
They both stood up and took a position on either side of the door.
BAM! BAM!
Everyone in the class heard the shots right down the hall. A wave of whimpering and gasps and some sobbing overtook the class. Haruhi kept her head between her knees.
What happened next was captured by a security camera in the classroom.
Seiko opened the door and Hikaru, on Seiko's right, grabbed the gun by the barrel and the handle. Seiko wrestled with Hikaru while Kaoru grappled Seiko's shoulders in an attempt to bring him to the ground. Seiko jerked Kaoru off him with a powerful flip of his wrist, sending him flying into Hikaru's body. The twins sprawled to the ground, and Seiko, having regained control of the gun, took careful aim and shot Hikaru in the chest. Kaoru was shot in the stomach area.
The security camera captured some audio here:
Kaoru reached for his dying twin. "Hikaru..." He rasped. Hikaru turned his head toward his brother. Blood dripped down his chin and he extended his arm to Kaoru.
Hikaru felt a wall of force slam into his solar plexus. He flew backwards into the cinder block wall, out of the reach of Kaoru.
The coroner determined that the blow to his chest, with the added trauma of the gunshot wound, was too much for Hikaru's body. He died on impact when his body struck the wall.
As for Kaoru, he watched his brother die, and was denied that final touch with him. He struggled to his feet, but before he could stand fully erect, holding his stomach, Seiko, with a mad grin, hit Kaoru's head with the butt of his weapon with a horrible, blood- curdling crunch.
Haruhi, seeing everything out of the reflection of the window, was frozen. This was worse than any thunderstorm, anything she could ever imagine. Her mouth was too dry to scream. Her muscles were frozen into place. Air whistled up and down her throat for seemingly no purpose.
She stared out the window, at the bright, sunny day. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and there were pinks and reds, vividly standing out against the green of the trees and the leaves. The sky was an indescribable blue, deep and bright, dark, even depth. She never noticed the beauty of it. She stared at the outside and refused to acknowledge Seiko, even when he put a bullet in her head.