DAY ONE ; 10:11 A.M.
It took Hiyoko Saionji about twenty seconds to realize that she was being followed.
After deciding that she was far enough away from (mahiru koizumi dying, her big sis koizumi, the only person who had ever really liked her) Junko and Mukuro to stop, she did just that and turned on her heel, sickle ready.
Standing in front of her was Mikan Tsumiki.
"So they sent the dirty bitch to do their dirty work," she said, lips curling into a sneer. Tsumiki held darts in her hand, and she seemed more nervous than anything. But she could be dangerous. Those loner, I don't have any friends and I don't have any hope of having any friends, could be. So Saionji would be careful.
Still, the battle goes to the one who makes the first move. That was why they'd won back there. Because Mukuro had shot Koizumi first.
But Saionji could always hope that Koizumi had won.
So, she jumped for Tsumiki, sickle flashing. Tsumiki stuck the entire handful of darts into her shoulder and she bore the pain, grinning a grin that was all teeth and stabbing, stabbing, stabbing, feeling the blade sink into Tsumiki's flesh and pulling it out, hearing Tsumiki scream and reveling in it.
When it was all over, she stood over Tsumiki, covered in blood and gore, shoulder aching with most of the darts scattered around them. She collected them, putting them into her bag. Tsumiki's bag wasn't with her. She must have left it with Mukuro and Junko. It was just as well. Darts could be useful, at least somewhat.
They were sharp, and sharp was always good.
Either way, with Koizumi (presumably) gone, she could let loose and wreak havoc. Because she was going to win.
Hiyoko Saionji wasn't a loser.
27 STUDENTS REMAINING
And here's this week's set of chapters! I think I am going to aim for three chapters every Thursday, because they do tend to end up a lot shorter than regular fic chapters, so, here we go! Saionji joins in as one of the major players. Fun times are had by all.