Hewwo, my |1773|\|5, here is a nother chapper of the critically acclaiemde Seiko-chan Great Adventure story written by myself because Corpse Party is a cool video game and it has multiple characters that I enjoy very much htnak you 4 redding it i luv u all

Today's chapter is the continuation of Yoshiki and Ayumi's arc, and things get pretttyyy wiccckkeeedd, dudes!1

Chapter 20: Life Without Compensation Isn't Life At All

Ayumi and Yoshiki walked together in the direction of Keichi's house in silence, nearly pressed against each other as they traveled the narrow sidewalk. Yoshiki was facing a lot of complex emotions at the time. Emotions that are hard to write about because they're really deep and stuff like that. He had never liked a girl other than Seiko, whom he had such lust for it made him giddy with excitement even at the thought of her swirly hair bun thingies that drooped from her thankfully skin-covered skull. But with Ayumi… It was different. Yoshiki wasn't all that attracted to her borderline prepubescent figure, nor the way she had a fetish for human suffering, but he did feel… Something. Searching for Keichi so that he could be held responsible for destruction of private property had brought them closer together.

"Looks like this is it," Ayumi said, holding the piece of paper the gym owner had given them with Keichi's address. "Are you ready?"

Yoshiki, lost in thought, snapped to attention. "Huh? Yeah, of course. Let's go."

She knocked on the door. No answer.

"He didn't answer." Said Ayumi.

"Yes, I can see that." Said Yoshiki.

She knocked again. No answer.

"He didn't answer." Ayumi said again.

"Well," Yoshiki rolled up his sleeves, "looks like we're gonna have to break his door down!"

"No, you idiot! Door breakage is why we're here in the first place!"

"Fine…" Yoshiki relaxed. "So what do we do?"

Ayumi knocked on the door once more. No answer.

"He didn't answer."

"Alright… Surely his apartment has a window. Maybe we can climb through it."

"Right, and while you do that, I'll keep knocking on the door."

The plan was set. Ayumi went to work on slamming her knuckles on the door, and Yoshiki went around the other side of the apartment complex looking for a point of entry.

Aha! Plenty of windows. Except, which one was Keichi's? Yoshiki couldn't just climb through every apartment until he found Keichi. While he thought, there was a soft, rhythmic noise pervading his thoughts. Could it be Ayumi's knocking?

"Class-rep, you genius!" And so he began. He knew his apartment was on the third floor, so, with two toilet plungers he found in a nearby dumpster, he began scaling the building, heading towards the knocking sound.

"This is it!" Yoshiki said, looking in the window of an apartment littered with empty protein shakes. He opened the window, climbed inside, and opened the door for Ayumi.

"That was quick."

"That's what she said." Yoshiki was a master of comedy that could not be bested please give this man an award for his originality thank you.

Ayumi roll'd her eyeballs which she generally used to see things with and went down the hall. "Keichi? It's Shinozaki-san, the class-rep! Are you here?"

As the pair walked down the unlit corridor, the amount of empty protein shake cartons started to increase. It wasn't long until they were up to their knees in the things. A soft crying could be heard from the final door on the right.

"Keichi, is that you?"

Ayumi, leading the way, slowly turned the door handle, and with some effort managed to push past all the protein shakes and open the door.

Nobody was in the room.

"Nobody is in the room, Kishinuma." Ayumi said this because there was nobody in the room.

"What do you mean that nobody is in the room?" Yoshiki was confused because he probably assumed there would be somebody in the room or something idk. "Where's the crying coming from?"

It could be heard clearly, now. Loud verbal pangs of depression rang out from an unknown source in the room. Suddenly, movement could be seen from beneath a massive pile of protein shakes in the center of the room, sending cartons cascading down the hill.

"There!" shouted Ayumi before eagerly beginning to unbury whatever pitiable lifeform nested below.

She seemed strangely zealous, a dark glint in her eye as she worked. Probably because she was getting off on the pain of another human being.

"Um, here… I'll help," Yoshiki said, gingerly approaching the mountain of cartons.

Ayumi spun around, and with a flash of her eyes and menace in her voice she said, "Don't get in my way, kid." The thought of seeing a sniveling, crying mess of a Keichi-kun had possessed her.

Yoshiki shrugged. No use in interfering with her calling.

"There he is!" With tremendous strength only granted to those whose degeneracy drove them with more vigor than anything else, she pulled from within the mound a disheveled, sad looking Keichi-kun.

Keichi, clearly surprised by this turn of events, looked frantically at the two classmates while Ayumi held him in the air by his collar. In an instant, he snapped back to his usual laidback, equally pitiable self. "Oh, hey guys, didn't hear you come in. What's poppin'?"

"You won't believe the lengths we've gone to find you, Shinohara-san."

Keichi's eyes lit up. "R-R-R-R-Really? You guys have been looking for me? Like, you actually care about my geographical location?"

"Of course, Shinohara-san," Said Yoshiki, sending waves of validation throughout Keichi's body, "After all, you violently broke my very expensive door down, remember?"

"Oh."

"Yeah, thing is, I can't afford to fix the thing. For the past few days I've been using a big black garbage bag I found in a ditch by the side of the road as a makeshift barrier. It smells, too. Probably because of the body that was in it. Anyways, I need you to pay for another door. Preferably oak or mahogany, you know, something classy."

Keichi, still suspended in the air by Ayumi, (most likely disappointed by the fact Keichi was able to hide his emotional pain so effectively) crossed his arms and turned his nose up in apathy. "Why should I pay for the door of a guy that nearly raped my cousin?"

Ayumi gave Yoshiki a look of disgust. "You did what?"

Yoshiki raised his arms in defense. "Woah, woah, woah, it was consensual… Almost."

"Seiko is practically retarded, I don't think she even has the ability to consent, you animal." Retorted Keichi.

"Well, hey, it didn't even happen, so…"

"So you're still a pervert." Ayumi let go of Keichi, who limply fell into the pile of protein shake cartons. "Why did I agree to come with you in the first place? You're nothing but a repulsive, perverted sexual delinquent with no self-control. You're scum. How could I forget?" Ayumi shuddered with fury and disgust with herself for, even if just for a moment, neglecting the fact that the platinum blonde boy that had been in her company for the last 24 hours was, in reality, a pervert completely and utterly obsessed with another girl. She began to briskly walk away.

Yoshiki reached after her, wading through the waist-high sea of protein shake cartons. "Ayumi, wait!"

Ayumi spun around. "Don't call me by my first name - and don't follow me!"

Soon enough, it was just Yoshiki and Keichi standing alone together. It was awkward, to say the least.

"That's rough, buddy. Wanna form a suicide pact?"

"Don't talk to me right now, man." And with those words, Yoshiki started the long, solemn journey home.

O NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO... THIS CANOT HAPEN GUYS WHY? WHY DID AYUMI DIO THIS TO YOSHIKIIIIIII? I CAN"T HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW, GUYS, SERIOUSLY, I GOTTA GO LAY DOWN FOR A WHILE, KAY? SEE YOU LATER MY |1773|\|5...