Why him aru~?
Yao was running through the hallways when he spotted a color that stood out… white… but there was red too… a lot of red… Yao stopped and nearly dropped to his knees at that horrifying sight. Instead Yao ran down the hallway as fast as possible, he didn't care if the shooters were still there. Yao slid and pulled the man in the bloodied uniform into his hands. He held the man close in a deep embrace.
"Wake up aru~! Wake up!" Yao patted on the black haired man's cheek with tears already starting to form.
"Come on aru~ don't leave me." Yao put his ear to the man's chest. "No, no! No, no, no! No!" Yao put two fingers on his brother's neck. Yao couldn't feel a thing. "Kiku!" Yao cried trying desperately to wake up the man. Tears streamed down Yao's face as he tried to figure out his brothers last moments. Those last moments make the man and what a man Kiku was. It looked like his Japanese brother was trying to protect other students. If only he had succeeded, if only he was still alive.
There was blood on the walls… the floor… splattered on the roof… This wasn't a school, it was a hellhole. Not a dream, but a horrible nightmare. None of this could be real. He must have eaten too many of Mei's Pocky before bed. His brother couldn't be dead… He had to be here still… He couldn't be dead… He just couldn't… Why did they kill him? What did he ever do? "Why, aru~, why couldn't you have been a coward? You could still be alive and… we could watch the bunny on the moon pound medicine. Why, aru~?" Yao held Kiku close, "Dammit, aru~… dammit."