A/N: Yay, it's midnight and I'm wide awake! Why not type ?
Chapter 2:
Ayumu walked with Hiyono on one side and Hizumi on the other. Ever since Hizumi showed up, Hiyono insisted she walked with them every morning to school. She didn't try to hide her suspicion against him.
Hiyono had long brown hair that she always braided into two braids and she had a strange way of always getting the information people need. Ayumu had never asked for her help, but Hiyono decided to stick by him anyway. She had a knack of sticking her nose in places it didn't belong.
When Hizumi showed up, Ayumu just talked to him like everything was normal. Hiyono knew Hizumi had to be planning something. But here they were, acting like everything was completely fine and that Hizumi wasn't the devil that was probably trying to kill Ayumu. Hizumi always wore a smile no matter what. He had mint green hair and his eyes had a yellow tint. One look and you could see he wasn't normal.
Yet everybody in the school instantly liked him. Within an hour of enrolling, Hizumi was one of the most popular boys the school had.
The three of them walked into the building and Ayumu instantly made the excuse of having to go to the bathroom to get away from the two of them. It wasn't as if he hated them. Ayumu just got tired of Hiyono glaring and Hizumi smiling. The tension was obvious and Ayumu would rather be alone.
"Are you sure you're not just going to skip class again?" Hiyono asked skeptically.
Ayumu shrugged and walked away. Hiyono pouted, but continued on towards class. Hizumi followed.
Ayumu walked straight towards the old music room. Although he hated to play the piano with people around, it was hard for Ayumu to completely walk away from it. Ayumu walked through the double doors and was surprised to see a girl sitting on the piano bench. Her blond hair went to the middle of her back and she stared out the window. She looked over when the doors creaked open.
"Oh, sorry, usually nobody is in here," Ayumu said, making his way to leave.
"Ayumu, right?" the girl asked.
Ayumu stopped. "And who are you?"
The girl stood up from the bench and walked over to Ayumu. "My name is Katsu. I've been waiting to meet you," she smiled.
"Why?" Ayumu asked slowly, cautious of the reason.
Katsu smiled up at Ayumu, her blue eyes thinning like a cat's. "Can you guess?"
"You're one of the Blade Children," Ayumu said.
"Correct!" Katsu said enthusiastically. Quicker than Ayumu could follow, Katsu whipped her fist around Ayumu's head and hit him at the base of his neck. She laughed as he fell down like a doll, unconscious instantly. There was nothing God-like about this kid. He was just as weak as everyone else.
Ayumu woke up to a major headache. He groaned and cracked open his eyes. He sat by a wall with his hands shackled above his head. The ground beneath him was tiled, but a few feet ahead laid carpet and what looked like a room. Bright flowered sheets covered the bed, but that wasn't what had Ayumu's attention.
Covering the walls were sharp objects of all shapes and sizes. Ayumu looked around in slight horror. He could only guess what some of them were used for.
"Oh! You're finally awake," Katsu said cheerfully as she bounded down the stairs.
"Where am I?" Ayumu asked calmly.
Katsu's lips pulled into a pout. "You don't even look scared."
"Do you want me to freak out?"
"Yes," Katsu said, smiling. "And with as many times as you have been targeted by the Blade Children, you were surprisingly easy to capture."
"What are you even doing?" Ayumu asked, ignoring the insult. "I thought the Blade Children want my help."
"Help to do what? Defy fate? That's where we differ. I don't believe fate exists," Katsu said. Her fake innocent face was gone and replaced by a sinister one. "I'm going to prove that. So you can't be killed, huh?" Katsu pulled out a gun and pointed it towards Ayumu's head. "What will happen if I pulled the trigger? Would all six rounds suddenly be duds?"
Katsu set the gun aside and walked over to Ayumu. She pulled out a small knife and pressed it against his neck. "And what if I slit your throat? Would the blade just break? Why would it be impossible for you to die when there are so many ways to do it?"
"Then why don't you?" Ayumu asked. "If you're so confident that I can die, why don't you just shoot me right now? It would be so easy, right? Or are you afraid that the gun won't work and the blade will break?"
Katsu smiled menacingly and pulled away. "Oh, I'm not afraid, but you should be."
"Hasn't my brother explained to you that I can only be killed in a game?" Ayumu asked, remembering what the other Blade Children had said.
Katsu glared, and then smiled. "Oh, there will be a game. For me, anyway. You're such a boring person and act like nothing bothers you, so I'm making it my goal to see what makes you cringe."
"But my brother—"
"I don't care what Kiyotaka says!" Katsu yelled, bringing the blade down into Ayumu's shoulder. Ayumu flinched at the sudden pain, but didn't show much more than that.
Katsu smiled. "Didn't that hurt?"
"With all this stuff going on lately, I've been getting a little used to it," Ayumu said in a slightly strained voice.
"That's no fun. Luckily, I think I have some things you aren't used to," Katsu said as she jumped up and walked over to the wall. "See this? This is the first device that I made myself," Katsu said proudly as she held up what looked to be two sharpened forks on a ring. One pointed up and one pointed down. "It's called the Heretic fork. I'll show you it later."
Katsu continued talking excitedly about different devices like she was showing him her Christmas presents.
"Oh, and this is the first device Yaiba gave to me!" Katsu smiled, holding up a device with long, pointed claws. "It's used to claw the flesh off of people, isn't that cool?"
Ayumu grew increasingly concerned with her demeanor. She wasn't like the other Blade Children he had encountered. There was something much more cold coming from her. She talked about his torture so easily.
"If you want to prove fate isn't real, why torture?" Ayumu asked. "Wouldn't it be easier and faster if you'd just kill me?"
Katsu's smile disappeared as she turned towards Ayumu. "For everything I do, blame Kiyotaka. I would have never meddled in this whole thing if he hadn't killed Yaiba."
"Yaiba killed innocent people. Did you want my brother to just ignore that?"
"You didn't know Yaiba!" Katsu screamed. She grabbed something off of the wall and marched over to Ayumu. The device looked like scissors but with duller ends. She grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open, using the tool in her hand to grab his tongue. "Now," she said calmly, "if you keep saying things I don't like, I will rip out your tongue. It's quite easy." Katsu squeezed the tool tighter and tugged it a little.
Ayumu's eyes clenched shut in pain and wanted to pull away, but that only caused more strain on his tongue. Just as he was sure she'd pull it out, the pressure was suddenly gone and his sore tongue hung loosely.
Katsu regained her smile as she pulled out the Heretic Fork once again. "Have you ever seen one of these?" Katsu asked.
Ayumu shook his head.
Katsu forced Ayumu's head back as she attached the ring around his neck. When she pulled away, Ayumu moved his head to go back to a comfortable position. Before Ayumu could look straight, the sharp points pierced the bottom of his chin and his chest. Katsu laughed.
"See? You can't rest your head without stabbing through it!" Katsu giggled. She collapsed on her bed, still laughing. "This is going to be fun."