Yuuya felt good. Like... really good. As he watched the news report with his distressed parents, he took mental joy in imagining how the students who knew the two were taking it. Haha, especially that small girl that was in their class... He wished he could personally see her break down, but sadly, he was restricted to only dreaming of it. He was a little disappointed that school was closed, though. That meant he couldn't kill for a while, and he'd maybe even be caught before school let back in... Oh well, he had had a fantastic run. He would've liked to kill Kurosaki, but Yoshiki had ended that dream by being the second student from Kisaragi. Mm, still... he wasn't sure if he'd trade experiences. That had been a fun kill, with the combination of his favorite tool and Ayumi's attachment to the boy.
He laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and feigning coming to terms with two of his peers being found dead. He had left the dinner table without a word, and his parents hadn't questioned him, so the silent 'dealing with it' was the best act he could have chosen from. But really, he was content with the world. If he was caught now, no one would deny he had had a good, or some would consider 'tragic', run of it. Seven victims without being caught... Haha, he would surely go down in history! That's not really what he had done this for, but it was a nice bonus.
Though, as he laid there, something entered his head. It was a weird sensation... Like his body was turning cold and his mind was going fuzzy. What the?... He sat up, slightly alert. He felt a wave nausea, before everything went black. It felt... like he had been pushed to the back of his own mind. It was a very strange feeling, and he couldn't place what was causing it...
Yuuya went down the stairs, his eyes dark as he turned towards the door. "Where are you going?" his mother asked curiously, but got no response. Of course it was weird... but she just assumed her son was going through a rough time. She was a bit concerned, but thought it best not to pester him. At this time, there wasn't much a parent could do...
But in fact, this was not her son. He was possessed.
Yuuya walked from his home to the train station, and went to the district of the school. He traveled the road that went towards the school, but it wasn't closed off, since it went to other places, like houses, besides the school. The bodies were found about two miles further up, so he encountered no one on his zombie-like walk. He cut a sharp turn into the grass, towards the forest, with his body rocking from side to side with each step. When he got to the tree line, though, his body fell to the ground, unconscious. From the bushes reached out three hands, one mutilated, one burnt, and one with missing fingers. They grabbed at him, tugging him into the foliage and deeper into the forest...
Dull blue eyes rested on the large door of the abandoned building. Ayumi could have never predicted this is what would happen. When her throat had been slit like a pig's, she had thought that fuzzy darkness around her was the end of the line. Apparently that sleep would escape her once again. She could say she woke as a different person- if one could be so inclined to call her that. After all, she certainly didn't feel like herself, a detail her spirit couldn't even comprehend. Those dreams of being an illustrator... those beliefs in nonviolence and doing little harm... those pieces that made her a decent person were no longer registered. Maybe they were repressed bits of herself, buried deep in her subconscious. Now, though, she felt an overwhelming thirst for blood.
The numbness that enveloped her being could focus on only one thing. Revenge. She knew that Yuuya was still out there, untouched. It was a thought was already sending her into a hazy madness. She wanted him brought to her. She wanted to do everything in death that she couldn't in life. Her eyes flickered in acknowledgement as the doors finally swung open. The others, those she had watched died, came pulling her oh-so charming killer into the building where he had dragged so many others. He was still unconscious, which made her restless. He had to be awake, though. After all, this work was worth nothing if she couldn't hear him scream. A cheshire grin settled onto her face. She watched as the three knew what to do, tying him up as he did everyone of them. Now she just had to wait for the daze of being possessed wore off... Then, she could begin her fun.
Yoshiki stared blankly at Yuuya's restrained body. Even though one of his eyes were ravaged, if one was the subject of his stare, the eye missing seemed to dig further into one's soul. He felt somewhat empty, like he was lacking of everything he was when he was alive. He couldn't even distinguish one thought from another... So instead of using his own words or decisions, he followed anything Ayumi told him, and kept near her at all times. His arm moved around her shoulders protectively, his other arm wound across her side. His head was against her's, but despite the loving clinging, he really had no emotions. The knife slashed any of the individual left of him. The only thing left was blind obedience.
Yuuya awoke in the restraints. What...? He was... Where was he? He looked up, a little groggy, but quickly became aware of his surroundings. What... what was going on here?! He suddenly became panicked, seeing the faces of people who knew were dead. People he knew he saw the life drain from them. What the hell was this?! "You-!... But you're all dead," he stated, as if that'd make the dream disappear. This couldn't be a guilt dream... He had no such feeling for these people. He was proud of what he did... So then... what was happening?!
A small giggle escaped Ayumi as she saw panic reach Yuuya's expression. From the time she had been alive, she only saw cruelty, pride, or not expression at all. Just the small crack in his shell made her feel a rush of life that had escaped her. Her one hand moved, patting Yoshiki on the head like one would a prized pet. She pulled away from his grip, moving towards Yuuya. She knelt in front of him, dark blues dulled except for a glint of insanity. "Hehehe, that's a good look on you." Her hand moved onto his cheek. She wasn't sure if it would be cold or a nonexistent touch to him, but she could make out the warmth of his skin. "I can't wait to hear what you sound like when you scream," she said with a low giggle. She wondered if he would beg. Oh, how wonderful would that be...
Yuuya stayed bitterly quiet at the girl before him, though inside he was admittedly panicked. His brain still didn't understand how this was all happening, since he strongly rejected the idea of ghosts. There was no such thing! This had to be some insane dream... He watched as she pulled away from Yoshiki's possessive grasp, the boy simply following behind after like some mindless dog. He guessed that was a good connection... He fought back a smirk and comment about her 'pet', his gut telling him this was no dream. He tensed at the feeling of her cold hand, jolting his mind out of ignorance. He stared at her cold, dead eyes, a sweat droplet trailing down the side of his face. By the sound of things... these people... His thoughts paused and his eyes glanced about the room, seeing the faces of all who died here... These people were going to torture him. Well then... "Alright... let's play," he said with a crazed look in his eyes, the smile he wore almost mimicking hers. If she wanted a scream... she 'd have to work for it.
"Such brave words," Ayumi commented, her tone drenched in sarcasm. Bravado was all it was. After all, once death had its cold fingers around your neck, pride and bravery ceased to exist. All humans want is to live and avoid pain. Even the suicidal ones will back out of it when they gave it real thought. "I wonder... how long that will last," she said with a thoughtful tone. She held her hand out and was given a vise. "I guess we'll just have to see," she said with a bubbling excitement entering her tone as her cold grasp pulled one of his hands out in front of her. She let out a little giggle as she forced his hand between the metal plates, closing the plates enough to lightly squeeze his hand. She was willing to sacrifice originality in order to force Yuuya into feeling the pain he wrought upon them. She met his eyes as her hand slowly began to twist the handle to bring the clamps closer together. She kept it at a consistent speed, the pressure building up as it began to crush through flesh and bone in order to meet.
Yuuya tensed as his hand was grabbed. He knew what was coming... but he wouldn't give in so easily. He wasn't just big talk, and had his pride as a killer. It was more insane, yet stronger, than a normal person's pride. Eventually as the grip of the vice tightened, his hand began to hurt, and was eventually in agony, but instead of screaming, his head threw back in maniacal laughter. The rest of the ghosts watched with glazed over eyes, waiting for the moment even his psychotic pride broke into a screaming and sniveling mess. It's what any human was reduced to through this pain. None were immune to it.
Ayumi's hazed eyes glanced over Yuuya in contempt as he began to lose control into laughter. She knew he would eventually crack, but his odd way of dealing with it stirred an anger in her. She finished clenching the plates as close as they could go together. She untwisted the handle to give her enough room to toss the vise aside. She left the crushed hand aside. She was already becoming impatient. She could go through the fire, but she was eager to get to his favorite tool to use. She picked up a bloodied hand, examining it through a crazy gaze. "Red really is a lovely color, isn't it?" she asked with a high-pitched giggle at the end. She turned the knife towards him, one hand pulling up the side of his shirt to expose his side. She pressed the tip of the blade against his skin and began the slow descent into him.
Yuuya's laughs died out as the vice was removed, though small breathless chuckles remained with his head back. When the knife began to dig into his side, he only seemed more amused. His own knife, huh? "EHEHEAAHAAHA, LIKE ME! YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME NOW!" he screamed out with insanity and large grin, his limbs pulling at the restraints at the searing pain, though Yuuya only continued to laugh. At the sight of the knife slipping into Yuuya's side, Yoshiki couldn't hold back a small, instinctive cringe at the memory of such pain. The pain that was once dull came back in a sharp reminder, especially in his eye, but he remained expressionless behind Ayumi.
Ayumi's dulled eyes snapped into anger as she twisted the knife inside of him in one swipe. She pulled the knife back out, coated in Yuuya's blood. "No," she said in a dark, low voice. "I'm NOTHING like you!" she screamed, a clash of her recently lost self and her empty vessel hitting in a feeling of disgust. "You deserve this! I'm doing the world a favor by ridding you from it," she explained as she brought the blade close to examine his blood. The same red that once flowed their her veins. "Every drop of blood you shed... is justified," she hissed at him. Her eyes flickered back to the knife, her expression calming back into blankness. She drew the cold metal over her tongue, tasting nothing as the blood ran over her tongue. "Every drop... you deserve to have wrung from you like a cattle for slaughter," she cackled lightly. She turned the knife back, pressing the tip into his shoulder. A crazy grin reappeared on her face she shoved the blade deep into his shoulder.
Yuuya's head dropped with a little swing after the knife was pulled out, his shoulders shaking with a low chuckle. "If that's what you want to believe...," he said in a dark tone, his head lifting and revealing his wide smile, his bangs covering one of his psychotic eyes. "Once you get a taste of the crimson... You don't just stop," he told her in the midst of his chuckles. The stab into his shoulder just resumed his hysteria, as he was determined not to give her what she wanted for as long as he could hold out.
Ayumi's momentary calm slipped once again at his insistence of them being kindred spirits. "I'M NOT LIKE YOU!" she screamed, pulling out the knife before shoving it back into his other shoulder. She felt like any self control she may have possessed disappeared at his chuckles. All she could see was red, his blood painting her hands, clothes, and face. "I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm NOT." The knife went in and out of him so easily. She had enough of a mind to not stab him in a spot that would instantly kill him, but she continued plunging the knife into him. She finally stopped the flurry of swipes to press the tip of the blade against his left eye.
Yuuya was thrown out of sorts near the end of the stabbing frenzy, his voice breaking into the occasional out-of-control shout of pain. At the end, he was panting, his eyes looking skyward and his body racked with spasms from the unexpected trauma. As the knife touched his left eye, the same as he had done to that boy, his right eye met her's. A large, curled grin came back to his face. "We love it... It excites us," he said matter-of-factly, his gaze somewhat unfocused as his eye shook and darkened.
"You disgust me," Ayumi said lowly, her eyes half-lidded as she looked down at him. She wouldn't make this a quick jab, as the other stabs had been. She wanted him to feel every second of the blade digging deeper and deeper into his head. The eyelid was thin skin, the eyeball offered little resistance to the slick metal as well. She kept pressing, her limbs tingling as she saw red spill as the knife dug deeper and deeper. Every noise of pain he made shook her inside in a wonderful way that she couldn't explain.
Yuuya had broken into screams at this point, the slow digging more than anyone could handle. His body began making primal movements, struggling from the restraints in futile attempts to stop the pain plaguing him. His screams grew louder with each movement of the knife, but eventually, he completely went limp. His body twitched, but for the most part, he was silent and motionless. His eye was dark and lifeless, shutting down any suspicion that the twisted killer was still alive. Yoshiki had been suffering in his own way through the event, feeling as if the knife was still being shoved through his eye, but he wouldn't say anything. He'd never go against Ayumi. That, and he wished that pain upon Yuuya as well, so he held down any complaints.
Ayumi's chest heaved in heavy pants. Breathing was something that was no longer necessary but done out of familiarity. Her hand grasped the hilt of the knife tightly, waiting until Yuuya's movements ceased completely. She tugged the knife out, the sound of splitting flesh not hitting her ears. She stared blankly at the boy ahead of her, the one who had caused her so much pain in her life. But... "I don't... feel better..." she muttered as she dropped the knife aside, the blood splattering on the floor and metal clanking against the stone. She stumbled up to her feet, looking down at the bloody mess that was her killer. She felt empty. Completely, horrifyingly empty. When she had first come to her new state, she had a drive. She needed revenge, but... now what? No... that didn't work. There had to be a reason why she didn't feel at peace. "No... that... couldn't have been him," she realized, her expression brightening. An unsettling grin shifted onto her face as she stared down at the body. "I got it wrong... He's still out there." The realization brought that fire back in the pit of her stomach. It would all be fine. She'd find Yuuya and murder him. Then all would be right.
Yoshiki watched as Ayumi stumbled upwards, moving to tangle himself around her again. His head nuzzled against hers, his right eyes giving her a concerned glance. Something felt off... The malicious intent was back on her face, as if Yuuya's death had done nothing to ease her spirit... and if she was not resting peacefully, he couldn't either. The other ghosts seemed satisfied, disappearing, so that only he and Ayumi remained. If that didn't work... what would they do next? His arms around her tightened, his eye glancing down at Yuuya's mangled corpse. What now?