DAY TWO ; 1:00 P.M.
Peko whirled around, staring straight at Enoshima and Ikusaba as they drew closer. Enoshima tossed the banjo to the side – it looked rather dented up, and it had sounded out of tune, like she'd tossed it around like that before – and took an Uzi from her sister.
"Oh, shit," Fuyuhiko spat. Pekoyama glanced down. Too bad that the gun and hatchet had fallen with Asahina. They could have used that. Instead they had a stun baton and hand grenades.
Each of them carried a few hand grenades, and Pekoyama had the stun baton. She had no doubt that Fuyuhiko could defend himself if need be, but it was her job to do that for him. So she stepped in front of him, the stun baton shifting in her hands until it felt like the sword it should have been. She wondered if there had been something like that in the mix. They perhaps should have sought others out, if only to kill them and take their weapons.
"If it isn't our fave ship," Enoshima sighed. She ran her hands almost lovingly over the Uzi, and Pekoyama's shoulders tensed. Though Enoshima looked to be the main threat, she wanted to keep an eye on Ikusaba as well. Super High School Level Soldier – definitely one to keep an eye on. "Aren't they your favorite, Mukuro-chan?"
Ikusaba didn't say a word. Pekoyama studied her, her mouth set in a thin, hard line. She heard Fuyuhiko move behind her and hoped that he would stay behind her. If Enoshima decided to use that Uzi there wasn't much that she could do other than shield Fuyuhiko with her body – and even that would fail after a time. And if Fuyuhiko were to move from the temporary shield her body gave him…
Enoshima sighed, and her finger kissed the Uzi's trigger. "One true pairing," she said again. The way she said it seemed almost orgasmic – like she was feeling extreme pleasure from thinking about their deaths. "Oh, just imagine-"
But she didn't get to finish, because at that point Pekoyama pulled the pin on one of the hand grenades and threw at her feet. Ikusaba let out a shriek and shoved Enoshima sideways, taking the brunt of the explosion. It threw her backward and she hit the ground hard. Enoshima fell, head-over-heels, and Pekoyama peeled her hands from her ears. It had still damaged her hearing – but not quite as much as Enoshima, who was looking dazed. Pekoyama glanced back at Fuyuhiko. He was crouching, his hands over his ears, and when he took his hands away from his ears one of them had a spot of blood.
"Are you okay?" she asked, and her voice sounded quieter than it should have been. Fuyuhiko tilted his head to the side – did he lose the hearing in one ear? Was it permanent, or not?
But none of that would matter if they died.
Enoshima walked toward her sister, the Uzi dangling by one finger. Ikusaba laid on the ground a few feet back from the explosion, her breathing labored and quite a bit of her flesh blown away. "Mukuro-chan," Enoshima said. She crouched down, and she brushed Ikusaba's hair away from her face. "I wasn't going to let you kill yourself for me. That goes against awl of the despair we were working toward."
"Junko-" Ikusaba gasped. She was in pain, very obvious pain – and Pekoyama wanted to tell Enoshima to just kill her. As it was, she could lie there for up to a few hours before she actually died. Pekoyama wasn't close enough to see the extent of her injuries.
Enoshima stood over her sister for a few moments, then turned back around. "Okay," she said. Her voice was completely flat, her expression neutral. "I know how this will happen. Say hello to despair."
6 STUDENTS REMAINING
Next few chapters will be this little issue. Fun things ahead.