It was morning of Saturday, and Yuuya felt pretty good. Today was going to be a lot of fun... Tomorrow too, if everything went as planned. He had in hand his gas, and light in his pocket, with a sort of spring to his step. The gas was tucked in his bag, so he didn't attract any sort of special attention. He wasn't going to be dry and do the same method, of course! This was only to use, in combination of something he left around the building last time, to make sure the boy didn't bleed out. After all, he had to survive until tomorrow. Also tucked in his bag was a knife. Yeah, he chose to go old school. After all, how the blade cut through flesh... He always liked it best when he killed strays. He bet it would feel even better with a screaming victim. He opened the door quietly this time instead, noting the two were actually asleep against one another. Perfect... He loved it when plans were met. He got more wood and started the fire, placing a metal rod over it held up by a stand. It would probably be ready in time to seal up any wounds he inflicted on the second year. He backed up from the fire, turning towards the two and slinging his bag off his shoulders, purposefully making a loud, echoing thud to wake them up. "Good morning you two... I hope you had a restful night," he said in greeting with feigned friendliness.

Ayumi jumped at the loud noise, confused and disoriented about everything. She hadn't even realized she had fallen asleep... it had probably been the deepest and longest amount of time she had managed to stay in slumber since she got here, but now she was faced with only being more awake and aware for Yoshiki's... She grimaced, feeling like she was already about to break down. She tried to glare at the killer, but her expression couldn't shift from despair. Her hand, still in Yoshiki's, tightened its grip. She wasn't ready for this. To see Yoshiki hurt and broken down... she wasn't ready for everything to end. But, she realized that begging and trying to reason with the killer didn't help. If anything, it would get him more excited for the torture. He couldn't be reasoned with because all he wanted was their pain. Her jaw clenched, stopping herself from trying to beg for Yoshiki's freedom.

Yuuya glanced to the two, Ayumi's despairing, and the other was holding his ground of a calm expression. Heh, that wouldn't last long. He approached the two, removing Yoshiki from his restraint. Of course, being tenacious, he attempted to fight back, but to no avail. Yuuya was older and stronger than him... But he wouldn't just lie down and take it. He never would. Not until all life left him. Yuuya took one of his hands from holding back Yoshiki's to remove his knife from his jacket pocket. It was rather large... A hunting knife, Yoshiki guessed. He placed the blade between his teeth so he could pull out some wire from his bag, using it to restrain Yoshiki's hand to behind his back. Once that was done, he was ready to start. He took the handle of the knife, gazing around with excitement in his eyes to choose where to start. His smile increased, his free hand reaching over to pull up Yoshiki's two shirts. He twirled around the knife in a better position, bringing it down to stab it into his far right side, so as to avoid vital organs. Yoshiki let out a choked back scream at the sharp pain, his body instinctively trying to retreat backwards, but he had nowhere to go. Yuuya chuckled, twisting the knife inside. Yes... The knife was still his absolute favorite.

Ayumi watched helplessly as Yoshiki was pulled away, the entire thing causing her entire mind to become jumbled. She felt like she had so much more to say to him, but nothing actually came to mind. She wasn't ready to lose a friend... someone who loved her. She also couldn't stand the fact that this disgusting excuse of a human was going to draw out his pain as much as possible. Ayumi flinched as she watched with wide, horrified eyes as the knife was plunged into him. Her own side felt twisted as he began to twist the knife. "STOP IT!" Ayumi screamed at him, unable to bury her voice as she had time and time again. She knew it wouldn't change anything, but the plea escaped her in the desperation to do something.

Yuuya watched with a large grin as the blood sprayed, his hand finally becoming bloodied. Through all of this... this was the first time his hands had been stained red, and he loved it. It was driving him further into a hysteria, fueled by crimson. As Ayumi began to scream, he only felt like he was on a better high than before. Sure, seeing her face twist in disgust and fear was great, but hearing her scream out in distress... It was something else entirely. After the wound was sufficiently widened, he roughly pulled the blade out, earning a spike in Yoshiki's volume, that eventually dissolved into pained pants and slight body spasms. He gazed at the blood that almost covered the knife to its hilt, his chuckle growing into an insane laugh. Without warning, the blade came down with all his strength into Yoshiki's arm, barely giving him time to recover from the last stabbing.

Ayumi was disgusted by how much crazier he looked than normal. She had seen him crush and burn people, and while that had obviously given him enjoyment... the look in his eyes showed a completely new level. Yoshiki's blood seemed to be everywhere, the red sending her into distress. With the other victims, she had shut or eyes or looked away, trying to ignore their existence and pain. She just couldn't turn her eyes off of Yoshiki, though. It felt wrong to try and blur out his pain, but she felt static hurt her head as she stared at the knife being stabbed into his arm. She couldn't look away, but she couldn't stand to watch. She was crying, which she knew may be selfish of her. She wasn't the one being stabbed. She didn't have the right to cry, but it wasn't something she had control over. "Nononononono," she muttered frantically under her breath. She wanted so desperately to take that knife from the killer and stab it into his neck. She wanted him to feel the pain he so loved to force others into.

Yuuya made several other stab wounds on Yoshiki's torso, and other non-vital areas. It was fun... So much fun, he almost lost track of time... As annoying as it was, Kurosaki had asked to hang out, and would never take no for an answer... He tugged out the knife from its last wound, letting go of Yoshiki to let him drop to the ground, tiredly panting. He went over to the fire, grabbing the thin metal pole from its stand by a rubber handle. He examined the bright red glow with a large smile, just admiring it for a short moment. "Do you know how people sealed wounds in ancient times?" he asked Ayumi curiously, turning and glancing down at Yoshiki.

Ayumi wasn't sure how much longer this would last, but she found herself wishing he would just finish it. It was awful to think, because she didn't want Yoshiki to die, but more so she didn't want him to suffer through the killer's twisted acts. Though... it stopped... Ayumi looked at the fire in confusion, not noticing it until this moment. She tensed as she stared at the red-hot metal, her stomach sinking. The question he asked her just made one rise in her head. Why would he bother closing Yoshiki's wounds? Just for the fun of pressing the hot metal against him like a farmer would cattle, or was this just the beginning? She glared at him, refusing to say anything. After all, the answer to his question was in hand.

Yuuya's mood wasn't trampled by Ayumi's lack of an answer. After all, she understood the meaning. Who wouldn't? He knelled down, turning Yoshiki onto his back, a large grin on his face. He positioned the hot metal, diving it into the first wound he had inflicted. He listened with glee at Yoshiki's loud shout of agony and the sizzling of the metal against skin, his other hand holding Yoshiki in place so his body didn't move in a way that would injure anything important. He pulled out the utensil, gazing down at the wound, making sure the method worked. Indeed, it was good enough to last him a couple more days. He repeated the process, taking such joy each time those combinations of screams and sizzling reached his ears. Eventually, Yoshiki was no longer bleeding and in danger of dying, but the boy was completely exhausted from the immense pain and shouting. Yuuya took out his knife, cutting apart the wire that held his hands back, though Yoshiki had no energy, physically nor mentally, to take advantage and fight back. He moved him back to his spot next to Ayumi, re-restraining him against the pole. His head drooped and chest heaved as he gasped for breaths, while Yuuya stepped back and cleaned up a little. He cleaned his hands, knife, and put out the fire with a few water bottles he had brought. Then he took off his blood-stained jacket, so he looked completely spotless. "We'll play again in the morning... My annoying 'friend' wants to waste my time," he told the two with annoyance, though the only one who could really listen to him was probably Ayumi. "Bye, until tomorrow," he said, moving out of the building.

Ayumi's jaw was clenched so hard that her head was beginning to pang in pain. The sick sound of the metal against Yoshiki's flesh was too much. He would be stuck writhing and wallowing in pain until tomorrow... or the next day... or whenever the killer was willing to let him die. This was the first time he extended it like this... She glared at him as he spoke of going to hang out with his friends. It was disgusting to think that no one around this bastard realized his true nature. Once alone again, Ayumi wasn't sure if she was grateful or not Yoshiki wasn't dead. The inevitable was just being pushed off, and he was in so much pain. "Kishinuma..." Ayumi choked weakly, unsure of what she could say. She wanted to comfort him somehow but what could she possible say to take away the stab and burn wounds? Her hand hesitantly moved, pressing against the side of his face. She was afraid to touch anywhere near he was damaged, nor did she have any reason to. She had nothing she could do to the wounds to help his agony. She would let him lay his head on her lap, since passing out may be the best thing for his pain, but she was honestly afraid of moving him at all.

Yoshiki was unsure of the time that actually passed... He just knew it felt like an eternity... He had never felt so much pain before... Both cold and red-hot steel had been plunged into him, and he honestly couldn't tell which caused him the most agony. His mind was still a muddled mess even after Yuuya left, and he was so exhausted, in every form of the word. He was almost disappointed that guy hadn't killed him yet... He was fuzzy on the details, about why he left or what would happen when he got back, he just knew that his ordeal would be stretched out for an indeterminate amount of time. He felt detached from his surroundings, from Ayumi, but that barrier came down at her hand against his face. Initially, he had flinched, his body suspecting any type of contact to be painful at this point. But after that, it became soothing. His own hand, though tired, shakily lifted to settle over hers, eventually grabbing it and lowering it to the floor. He leaned into her, resting on her shoulder and against her head. He was attempting to drown out the searing pain with the comfort of Ayumi's contact, and it worked enough for him to stay there. He wanted to say something... but he didn't have the energy for it, and couldn't think of anything to break the silence. His mind also felt heavy, but he was still breathing raggedly and couldn't really rest. His body was also plagued by small tremors, every fiber of his being still in a slight shock from the pain. Everything in him felt like it was all jumbled up... but at least he had Ayumi. He cuddled closer to her, and his shaky grip tightened ever so slightly, as if he was afraid she'd just suddenly disappear.

Ayumi felt a shaky surprise as he managed to lift his hand to rest on her's. She let him lead her hand to the floor, leaning into him a little as he settled against her. Her hand clutched his tightly, a reminder she was there and a way to let herself know that Yoshiki was still there as well. She didn't expect him to be able to speak after that, but she did feel like maybe she should say something. The only thing that came to mind was 'sorry', and she knew that may be selfish of her to say. She hated how powerless everything here left her... She wanted to save him, but there was no way. So, she would do the one thing she could... just be there for him. It was small, but it was something. She'd serve as his support as well as she could until the killer let him die. "Kishinuma... is there anything... I can do for you?" she asked him quietly. She knew he may not be able to respond for a long time, or maybe he won't be able to muster a response at all, but it was something she wanted to at least try. She didn't know what would help him most through all this... should she keep talking or remain silent? Would he like a story or some type of song? Could she help adjust him into a more comfortable position? She wanted to make this all as easy on him as it possibly could, but she was too afraid to try anything without confirmation that was what he wanted. She couldn't risk hurting him more.

Yoshiki heard her question, but could only pant for a few minutes. He wanted to answer though... He didn't want this silence... It only scared him that she was gone. He needed her presence... Without it, the pain would come creeping back. So, since there was a great desire inside him, he found the ability to talk, if only a few words. "Mm... I... need t... hear y..," he managed to get out in a small voice, some words being lost in his voice. He didn't specify what he wanted to hear, because he didn't need anything specific. He just needed to know, without a shadow of a doubt to his panicked mind that she was still there. Even though he could feel her body, and warmth... the fear was still there, irrational, yet shockingly powerful.

Ayumi waited quietly for a response, doubting she was going to get one. She became alert as he began to speak, although it was difficult to understand him. She repeated what he mumbled in her head, making it out. He wanted her to keep talking then? He didn't have enough strength to specify, but she could guess it was more her voice than what she was saying. She shut her eyes, trying to mentally grab onto a story. Otherwise she would begin rambling and hell knows where that would go. She didn't want to tell him a scary story, or bring up anything negative. She pulled one of the fairy tales she knew from memory, because she knew it was pointless to sit and wonder which story she should pick. She randomly plucked the story, 'The Wild Swans,' from her memory and began to speak. "In a faraway kingdom, there lives a widowed King with his twelve children: eleven princes and one princess. One day, he decides to remarry. He marries a wicked queen who was a witch. Out of spite, the queen turns her eleven stepsons into swans, who are allowed to become human by night, and forces them to fly away. The queen then tries to bewitch their 15-year old sister Elisa, but Elisa's goodness is too strong for this, so she has Elisa banished. The brothers carry Elisa to safety in a foreign land where she is out of harm's way of her stepmother," she began gently and quietly. If he wanted her to speak, she would find a way to keep doing that. Even if it meant telling him every fairy tale she knew.

Yoshiki listened to her voice, giving it as much attention as he possibly could. Somewhere throughout the story, his breathing had died down to rough, but quiet, breaths, and he overall felt soothed. Between her warmth and voice, two things he cherished, the pain was becoming nothing more than a nagging, dull soreness through his body. After a while, though he didn't know how long, her voice was all he heard. Not even the actual words reached him, but that wasn't the important part anyways. As the room grew dark by nightfall, almost completely black from the moon's absence, either hidden by clouds or it was a new moon, he began to find peace enough for his eyes to feel heavy. Only a few minutes after that did he fall asleep, or pass out. He couldn't tell the difference at this point. His body slackened more against her and his hand's grip faded slightly. His breaths and overall expression became more relaxed as he could slip away from the pain, if only for a few hours before it would all start over.

Ayumi just kept talking. Once one story ended, she immediately moved into another so her voice wouldn't give pause. It was the only thing she could do for him, and she honestly felt some relief in the burning anxiety in her stomach that she could give him this. The other victims... she didn't know if she could say she was cold to them, but she did try to block out their existence. Either way, she was useless to them. At least now she could help Yoshiki find some peace. She felt herself relax a bit as he slipped into unconsciousness. She silently hoped he would pass away from that. Maybe the killer slipped up and the internal bleeding would finish him. She just didn't want him to have to continue going through this. The only reason the killer was pulling this act out as long as possible was because of their reactions that were magnified from being close friends. Her throat was beginning to hurt, her mouth and throat felt so dry from continually talking and that he hadn't given her any water today. With him asleep, she figured she could stop talking. If he began to stir, she'd pick up another story. But for now, she would go silent. She nestled her head against his lightly, her eyelids beginning to become heavy. She told herself she should stay up and aware, but it wasn't long until the darkness swallowed her.