Well, here we are again.

read.

As they left the train station she hugged his arm tighter; the sharp, painful poke of the knife into his side became increasingly unpleasant.

"Wh-where are we going?" Makoto asked nervously.

"You'll see." Sekai teased. "This way!" she commanded as they crossed the street. He could barely hear her over the roar of the departing train. The loud churning of it's wheels as it sped along the track obscured even passing cars. Then, just as quickly as it came, the noise became quieter and quieter until it faded away from the atmosphere. As they casually strolled down the street, Makoto wondered if the blade had broken the skin. It felt like it had, but he didn't see any blood coming from that area. He was fine. The truth was that he was just trying to distract himself from the almost certain horrible fate about to befall him. What was in store for him? What was Sekai planning? Whatever it was, he deserved it.

No.

He didn't deserve it. He did the right thing. It would have been wrong to reject those girls. He was sparing their feelings.

Makoto let out a deep sigh. He knew that wasn't true. He shouldn't have let his popularity go to his head. He should have fought his urges. He should have kept it in his pants. Kotonoha was enough for him at first, but she was such a challenge. He thought back to hen she wouldn't kiss him or even hold his hand. Then to when she would.

Progress.

Then to when he first touched her breasts. Sekai told him he was going too fast, but he didn't listen.

Then came the practice. The practice was what started it all. Sekai said that they were only practicing so that he could do more with Kotonoha. He didn't care. He remembered that day on the rooftop.

First he held her hand.

Then he told her he loved her.

Then he touched her breast.

He remembered wanting to keep going and Sekai reluctantly allowing him to. Unfortunately, they had to stop.

He thought back to the time when she finally did let him finish.

That cold rainy night, he confessed his love for her. They returned to her house soaked.

That's when he got his first taste of it.

Sex.

It was way better than all those times on his own. Magazines wouldn't be enough for him anymore. Real girls were much better. He loved it. He loved her. Or did he?

"Honey! Honey!" He heard a voice yell. He turned his attention to the world around him and realized that they were in a store.

"You might wanna pay the man."

"Sek-" he felt the piercing pain of the blade as it pushed harder against his skin. He understood.

No names.

"Alright then." he replied as cheerily as he could as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He looked up at a very impatient store clerk. This man's skin was paler than most; so much so that he almost seemed sickly. His jet black hair was in spikes that casually fell at his shoulders.

"How much?" Makoto asked as politely as possible.

"Why should I repeat myself to you?" the clerk snorted. "You should learn to pay more attention!"

That was it! All Makoto was doing was trying to be polite and this guy was being a total ass. He was going to die and who does he get to see last? A store clerk with an attitude problem.

"Look L, I really don't have time for your bullshit right now, just tell me how much it is, I'll pay for it, and we'll be out of your Kira investigation forever!

"Ooh, an anime fan!", " the clerk retorted sarcastically. "Death Note sucked, but if it makes you feel any better, you just got the award for otaku of the year!"

"Big talk for someone as scrawny as you, you wanna take this outside?"

"Calm down, hon." Sekai pleaded. "Let's not make a scene." she handed the clerk a bill from Makoto's wallet while still keeping the knife concealed.

It must have been in her sleeve.

"Keep the change." she said as she wrapped that arm right back around Makoto's.

"Wait, how much did you give him?" Makoto asked as they exited the store.

"Enough." she simply replied.

"And what's in the bag?"

"You'll see" Sekai teased as they continued down the street.

The sky was completely black. The cool night air blew through their hair. Makoto began to think about his relationship with Sekai. What if she wasn't actually pregnant?

He was drawn away from his thoughts yet again. This time it was his cell phone ringing.

"Can I…" he started

She didn't respond. She simply pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and opened it up as they continued to walk.

"Katsura." She said with a frown. "You went for a walk. You got lost for a while, but you're on your way home right now. I went home already." She handed him the phone while increasing the knife's pressure a bit. He understood immediately. Makoto nodded and pressed the call button.

"Makoto-kun, where are you right now? I've been waiting. I let myself in. I hope that's alright."

"It's fine. And don't worry about me. I just went for a walk. I got lost for a bit, but I'm on my way home right now."

"Um, did you talk to Saionji-san?" She asked.

"Y-yeah. She uh, she said that she'd think about seeing the doctor."

"I'm glad," he could hear the concern in her voice. "but what if she decides to keep it?"

Makoto grew silent. He didn't know what he would do if she did.

"But, we'll stay together, right?" Kotonoha asked. Her voice was shaky.

"…..Yeah." He finally said.

"Oh, Makoto-kun. Well, I guess I'll get dinner started. Hurry back."

"Okay, bye." Makoto replied as he pressed the end button and put his phone back in his pocket.

"This way!" ushered Sekai as they walked down yet another street. This one seemed to go on forever until finally, the pair neared the docks.

Why was she taking him to the docks? Did it have anything to do with what she bought earlier? What was Sekai planning? Whatever it was, it certainly wouldn't be good.

"Over here!" She exclaimed as she pulled Makoto closer and closer to one of the warehouses on the far left.

"Are we going in there?" Makoto asked. He was now more curious than afraid. He had almost completely forgotten about the method she used to make him go with her.

"No," Sekai replied, "that one." She pointed to the one behind it and lead him to that warehouse's back door. "Open it." She commanded. Makoto did as he was told and opened the door. As they walked into the dark building, Sekai turned on the lights and closed the door behind them. Within the vast warehouse, there were nothing but a few wooden boxes and a chair with a support beam directly behind it. Upon further inspection, he also found several worn out metal pipes. "Come here." Sekai coaxed as she pulled him closer and closer to the chair. "Sit down." Once again, Makoto complied despite the chair having a noticeably large hole in it. Sekai sat on his lap and as she did this, Makoto heard a loud CLANG. At that moment he realized that Sekai wasn't holding the knife anymore. Sekai grabbed his face gently, pulled it toward hers, and kissed him passionately. Makoto closed his eyes and gave into it as Sekai's tongue massaged his.

She stopped. "I'm sorry about the knife." She said as tears began to form in her eyes. "It was just the only way I was sure you would come. I just wanted to do it with you one last time. Please Makoto, I just want to love you; to feel you; to be one with you. You can be with only Katsura-san if that's what you want, just let me love you one last time. Please."

Makoto looked around at all of the pipes, boxes, and various pieces of trash and debris. "Why here?" he asked.

"Katsura-san was coming to your house and my mom would have seen us as mine." she explained as she wiped her tears away. "This was the only place I could think of."

"Oh, alright then." Makoto replied nervously. "But what about Kotonoha?"

Just tell her you got lost again. She'll believe you." Sekai whispered as she began to unbutton her vest.

Makoto fastened his tie and made his way to the door. He looked back. "Are you coming, Sekai?"

"Yeah, hold on." She replied as she finished putting her skirt back on.

As Makoto put his hand on the door knob, he felt himself kick something that made a rustling sound. It was the bag. He never did find out what was inside. He picked it up and looked inside. The contents of the bag were strange. In it were a roll of duct tape, some heavy duty rope, and a pair of gardening shears.

"Sek-" Makoto felt something hard slam into his head as he turned around. Makoto fell to the ground and an image of Sekai standing over him with a pipe in hand began to fade away as he heard the word,

"Idiot."