(I guess i cant resist writing >.< welp - author-chan)

When you had got there to school with Natsuki your best friend had pulled you aside where the courtyard was with wilting Sakura trees and all, gossiping about some random things about school. Wind tickled your face as you half listened, worried about Natsuki who you saw being rather forcibly dragged by a handsome, gentle-looking boy towards the school. Natsuki's pink eyes had been wide and flashed a hint of annoyance. The way she kept on repeating that she was fine, over and over again should have been clear that he did not need to escort her to the nurse. Maybe he just worried too much like you were now, you hoped that it was just an overreaction.

"And yeah! Ms.Kurokawa denied it!" A voice brought you back to your senses, a friendly, sparkling face was filling your vision.

"A-ah... Really? Damn. I bet she's lying." The reply you gave was rather monotonous. Your gaze stared through your now upset friend who elbowed you harshly making you flinch. "O-ouch! What was that for?"

"You weren't listening to me!!!" (He/she/they) exclaimed while scrunching their nose up.

"S-sorry it was just that I... I was thinking..." your brow furrowed more as your close friend stared at you scornfully. More wind made the both of you shiver from the early autumn air.

"What were you thinking about? Natsuki?" A wide grin spread across their face. "You guys are pretty cute together I'd ad-"

"It's not like that!" Warmth spread to your puffed out cheeks and and you gestured towards the entrance of the school. "This weird guy I saw was dragging her into the school, but then you had to interfere and no-"

"Don't even dare blame it on me? Jeez if you want to see her that badly then just go..." Their voice sounded flat and disheartened. Now you felt a little guilty as your heart sunk. 

"Look, this is important okay? I promise to talk to you after the club meeting." Reassuring your friend, you pat their back and swiftly scoop up your school bag heading towards your first class which was forensics. It wasn't that far of a stroll since it was on the first floor. A few left turns and through a door was all that it took to arrive in your class. The classroom did not have any science equipment yet, since of the school's low budget. because of this unluckily, textbook work was the only thing so far that occurred in the class. When you got to your desk with a small, long yawn. Your teacher Ms.Naomi grinned as everyone took their seats as the bell screeched, looking excited as she announced. Her long black hair draped over her slender shoulders as she leaned forward a bit, her young red eyes sparkling. As far as you knew, she had just graduated from a university about a year ago. She was merely a few years older than you, now that you were a senior and all. Everyone seemed to be very fond of her kind, energetic nature and she was adored as a brilliant teacher despite the lack of experience. 

"Alright class today we will be doing a lab assignment in the old science room! We will be doing a mock crime scene!" Clasping her slender hands together she beckoned the class to now follow her out of the room, locking the door behind her with her silver key and out into the hallway towards the older part of the school. Chills were sent down your spine as you lagged behind the line of students, observing the decrepit floor tiles and brick walls. It almost looked like a ghost town. Devoid of any life. Though you swore through the old infirmary door you saw shadows move back and forth, figures of people. You cast a glance towards your teach and call out.

"Uh, may I quickly go to the bathroom?" It was a blessing that the teacher was pretty cool and casted a wide smile towards you.

"Of course, take your time if you need to! It's going to take a little while to set up!" With a sigh of relief you make your way towards a bathroom across the infirmary with an open entrance way and slide open the aged wooden stall door and do your business. It was only a matter of time before you heard heavy, pained breathing and then the loud slam of a door followed by a groan. Then silence.

As quiet as you could, you poke your head out and see that the hallways are vacant, except for a nasty, fresh trail of blood heading towards the newer part of the building. The blood glinted under the pale sunlight that came through the windows since it only seemed like half of the lights were actually in function. With your throat tightening painfully, you creep your way across the hall, following the trail of blood, not traveling far to see a dead or passed out Natsuki on the floor, crumpled up like a rag doll.

"Natsuki!" With a panicked yell, you dart your eyes for a emergency med kit and dart down the hallway to grab the only one that was in the area and speed back. Kneeling beside the limp body, you carefully take her wrist and press against her radial artery. There was a faint pulse, but there was no time to waste. Quickly you find the site of her injury which was a nasty, fleshy torn part of her calf that would definitely need stitches, it was causing crimson liquid to pool on the floor beneath the both of you. For now the most important thing was to get the bleeding to stop, even more important than disinfection during this dire situation. Taking the bandage wrap out of the box you gingerly grab her leg with shaking hands as you wrap the cloth as tightly as you can around the wound, then closing it with medical tape. The next thing to do as to apply more pressure, not caring if your hands would be covered in blood as you pressed your palms against the wound firmly, hearing your heart throb in your ears. You wanted her to be okay. It was only a few moments before you heard a growl behind you. Turning around It was the same boy that had 'escorted' Natsuki with a twisted arm along with a smile, his normal-looking arm carried a bloodied serrated pocket knife as he lumbered towards you. His eyes flashed with fury.

"S-stay away from her!" With your heart slamming against your chest, you hop onto your feet and stand in front of the unconscious girl protectively, nearly shaking in fear from each step he got closer to you, with his evil knife.