Omori Hime x Ibuki Munemusa, requested by friend Soccer's Heart. I hope you enjoy it, Honoka-chan! ^^

"SHINDOU! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU PUT MY HEADBAND?!" Ibuki yelled, frantically looking around.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Shindou replied calmly.

A girl with long, aqua blue hair and ocean blue eyes, adorned in the Raimon uniform watched them quietly within the shadows of the hallway, clutching the goalkeeper's precious object in both hands behind her back. In truth, Hime had found her crush's headband lying in the floor near his room. She'd assumed he'd dropped it and picked it up with intentions of returning it to him. But she'd hardly ever talked to him, just watched from the sidelines, quietly cheering him on during games. Now that the time had come, she was too shy to actually do anything. Just when she finally mustered the strength to step forward, Sakura interjected.

"Mina, let's not fight. I don't think Shindou-san took your headband, Ibuki-san."

"Oh yeah? Who do you think took it then?" He asked, not glancing over at her.

"I saw Omori-san carrying it around. I think she took it." She said in her fake innocence.

Hime's eyes widened. I took it?! No! I was just trying to return it! Anger began to boil up inside her, clouding her thoughts and warping them. I bet that pink-haired witch set this up! Of course she did! She wants to steal Ibuki from me! Her hands tightened around the fabric in them, so much so that it almost ripped.

"She is obsessed with you, after all. She scares me. I think she is insane." Sakura continued, plastering a fearful mask on her face.

That did it. Hime completely snapped. Dropping the headband, she stalked off toward her room. As she walked, her eyes took on a new shade of light purple, and all her scattered thoughts molded into one: Kill.

It was late at night. Sakura had stayed up later than everyone else, not feeling tired. She finally had begun to feel drowsiness, so she put her book up and headed toward her room. She opened the door just enough, slipped inside, and closed it. She yawned and groped the wall for her light, and clicked it when she found it. However, instead of turning on, the room remained pitch black. Frowning, she continued to flip the light, but still nothing happened.

"That won't work, Sakura."

The pink haired girl quickly flipped her head around, her eyes darting across the room. The only thing she was able to see the choking abyss were two glowing violet lights in the corner. When she looked closer, she saw that they were eyes. The voice chuckled. An instant later, a dull light filled the room. Her intruder had flipped on the lamp.

Omori Hime was leaning against the wall next to the dresser, still wearing her school's uniform. However, Sakura noted with concern, in addition to that she was wearing a black gun holster around her waist. She also noticed a silencer resting in the girl's hand.

Before she even had time to react, Hime had pulled a black pistol out of her holster, attached the suppressor and fired. Sakura suddenly felt an agonizing pain in both of her arms, and she fell to the ground, screaming. Hime chuckled darkly. Sakura looked up at her, blue eyes filled to the brim with fear and tears.

"W-why...?" She was barely able to manage.

Hime's lavender eyes glared down at her. Sakura felt so helpless. "You want to know why...?" She giggled darkly.

"You should know perfectly well why! You are trying to take Ibuki away from me...you are trying to take him for yourself...you even made it look like I stole his headband! But he's MINE!" She growled menacingly. "And if I kill you...there will be nothing in my way...and I can make him mine..." For a second, her face looked contented and happy. But then it grew malicious and insane. An evil smirk flew across her mouth.

"Sayonara, Sakura."

A bullet whirled through the air, lodging itself deep in Sakura's skull. Blood oozed out from the would and ran all over her dead body. Hime stood for a while, enjoying the masterpiece she'd made. Then she replaced her gun in it's holster, and headed for her next target: Ibuki.

Unbeknownst to her, but knownst to the writer, she wouldn't have to go far. He'd heard Sakura screaming, so he had sneaked right outside the door. He'd heard every single word that Hime had said, and he was terrified out of his wits. She. Was. CRAZY. This girl had shot and killed his teammate, all because of a crush on him. Now she was coming to the door, and there was no way he'd be able to get away in time.

Hime was surprised and delighted to find that when she opened the door, Ibuki was right in front of her. "Ibuki!" She exclaimed happily, as if there wasn't a dead body right behind her. He slowly began backing away.

"Why are you here?" She asked gently. Her kind expression then turned into one of rage, her eyes overflowing with hate. To his horror, he saw her eyes change from blue to lavender in an instant. "Were you here to see HER?!" She yelled.

"It's always Sakura, Sakura, Sakura! I'm the only one who sees that she was a monster!" She continued. Her eyes narrowed. "I have to punish you..."

An explosion of pain ripped through Ibuki's body. He slid to the ground, his back against the wall, his face contorted in suffering. After a while, he figure out that she had shot his stomach. It hurt so, so much. He couldn't move. Hime blushed when she watched him. She placed her weapon back in its pocket and strode toward him. He attempted to move away, but it hurt too much.

Hime sat down on Ibuki, one leg on either side of him. She took his face into both of her hands, forcing him to look at her. She began caressing his face gently, her eyes looking deep into his.

"Munemusa...you look so beautiful when you're in pain..." She said softly. She leaned in and kissed him gently. Ibuki found enough strength in him to struggle against her. He then felt a sharp pain across his face. She's slapped him.

"Munemusa, I can make this easy or hard for you. You can choose. Although..." She said, leaning in again. "...I like the hard way better." She smirked insanely. She kisses him again, except this time, it was much rougher than the last. He gasped in surprise, allowing her to slip her tongue into his mouth. He moaned involuntarily. He could feel himself getting weak from all the blood he'd lost; his consciousness was fading away, fast. She pulled away and smirked at him.

"Good night, Munemusa."

You think you can escape?