DAY ONE ; 7:00 A.M.

Byakuya Togami had been following Touko Fukawa since approximately 5:30.

He wasn't sure what she was right now, actually. He'd accidentally stumbled upon her stumbling upon the dead body of Gundam Tanaka. She'd seen the blood. She'd fainted. She'd woken up… a lot different. She'd laughed and she'd pulled out some scissors and it had looked like she was debating something, but she'd ended up just patting Tanaka on the head and moving on.

Togami didn't know what she was doing, but he certainly knew that she was dangerous. And the best place to be in relation to a dangerous person was right behind them.

He had gotten a pistol as a weapon. If he needed to, if she saw him, he would kill her. He hadn't put the pistol down since finding it at the bottom of his bag; in fact, he thought that his fingers might be frozen to the gun.

Either way, he was Byakuya Togami, and he was not going to die in this stupid game. He'd use Fukawa for as long as he could, and then he'd kill her. By then… the rest of the real competition should be eliminated. Tanaka was gone and, from the lack of a weapon, he must have had a fairly decent one. Whoever had killed Tanaka might be a problem. Fukawa would have to take care of it.

She was talking to herself again. He tried not to be too close when she talked to herself, because, frankly, it could get a bit disturbing, but they were in such dense forest that he had to stay this close.

"I wonder where Byakuya-sama is," she was sing-songing to herself. Togami shuddered. Even in this weird, altered state of mind, she was still obsessed with him.

She kept talking.

"I wonder when I'll find my first boy-toy," she muttered. "Hope it's someone cute, but I might have to settle. Agh. Well, that hall monitor wouldn't be bad."

She laughed and Byakuya flinched. Being around her was getting more unnerving by the second.

"But a girl," she made a noise of slight disgust. "Maybe I could stomach it. Someone like Ogre-chi I could maybe pull it off. She looks like a man anyway."

Sakura Oogami. It would be in his best interests if Fukawa could take care of her.

She laughed again, a joyous, surprised laugh. "I've got one!" she shrieked, and Byakuya prepared to pick up his speed. She ran, scissors glinting –

Genocider Syo.

It had been itching at the back of his mind since he'd seen her transform, he hadn't known quite what she was but he had known, the serial killer who killed with scissors and only young men. Or, in other words, people she was interested in. Rumored to be a Japanese schoolgirl.

This was the perfect place for a thing like Syo.

Byakuya swallowed and continued along after her, quickening his pace a little. Hopefully it was someone that would have been annoying to get rid of otherwise.

He heard a scream – deep, but nothing too deep, it was definitely a boy but not someone like Mondo Oowada – and irritably brushed sweat out of his eyes. It was stupid. It wasn't like she was killing him.

"O-oi, Fukawa-chi, you don't have to-" there was a strangled moan.

He knew who it was now.

Yasuhiro Hagakure.

He crouched behind a bush to watch, suddenly aware of how blond his hair must be. How… seeable it must be. He scowled and watched.

Quick as a flash, Syo stabbed a pair of scissors into Hagakure's chest. He choked, and she giggled. Togami's scowl deepened. He didn't want to admit that this was making him nervous, but it was. She stabbed him again, and once more for good measure – by now, Hagakure wasn't moving, a trickle of blood coming out of his mouth.

She hummed as she crucified him. Togami looked away, staring at the barrel of his gun. Disgusting.

At least she was useful to him.

29 STUDENTS REMAINING

I needed a disposable character for Syo, and Hagakure was it. Oops.