A/N: Yeah.. I sort of realized it right after I finished writing this chapter.. But Seiichiro's face should be marked by scratches and bruises, buuut- since I'm too lazy to change this... just roll with the details in this chapter. Enjoy!

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You stood from your seat, bewildered by the other male who appeared without the intent to hide the situation. Seiichiro rose his eyebrow toward his twin brother, meanwhile Shiro took another step back in denial, unable to produce a proper sentence. He stuttered rampantly, more fixated on his brother's grimace rather than the sound of whispers circulating around the room.

"How.. did you..."

You didn't mean to interrupt him, but your confusion led you to choke out the following sentence. "Seiichiro? That is... you right?" Although the evidence was laid out to you because of the dark bruise on his shoulder, you couldn't believe your eyes. Seiichiro looked at you, a smile gracing his features, though it suddenly melted down into a scowl. He didn't utter a peep to you, and it made you feel uneasy. In the process of opening your mouth, Kirigiri barked.

"What the hell is going on?! Brother? Seiichiro?? The real Sei is front of us!" Taking a peek over toward Shiro, who was breaking down mentally and physically, you wondered what he'd do next. Obviously, there was no way he could clean this up, it must've been a difficult pill to swallow for him.

Seiichiro didn't give Kirigiri, or any of the few students lurking in the room any insight. He was only focused on Shiro, who's behavior shifted. He released a demented wave of laughter, getting louder and louder as his husky tone caused ripples of shivers to slide down your back. It made you uncomfortable, since you didn't know what was going through his head. "Hey... don't you dare... look at [Y/N] like that..."

Frightened as he grabbed you by the wrist to yank you over and onto his side, Kirigiri instinctively stepped forward, however hesitance washed over her frame. Shiro held you close, his hand maintaining it's hold around your wrist. Just like his brother, his expression also curled into something steeper. It was cruel, yet it didn't have any impact on the male with natural golden eyes. "....I shouldn't have listened to my naive doll and took care of you then and there... I was afraid things would end up this way.."

Seiichiro started stepping towards him, angered by the fact his own blood would try to kill him over a mere schoolgirl. But before he could even say something you flinched at the abrupt reveal of a pocketknife, aimed toward the one ahead of you. "Don't take another step.. Or else I'll-"

"What? You're gonna stab me? Do you think I'm afraid of getting killed after you beat me to submission, and then left me alone rotting with Neiji's corpse?!" Kirigiri staggered back the second that rang through her ears. None of this made since to her! Why were there two Seiichiros? Did you know about this? And what did he just say... About Neiji?

She fell to her knees, completely lost and terrified. The other students' comments and mutterings were to no help either.

Shiro chuckled loosely, his voice soft as well as his grin. "No, I wasn't going to say that!" That velvet and almost taunting tone that pierced your ears sank, and so did your heart. "So don't you interrupt me."

Gently and slowly, the weapon he held budged to make contact with your soft skin, the stinging pressure against your neck leading to a slim line of crimson to trickle down your jugular. "..I'll make my precious doll here ... experience some pain." Inevitably, you lifted your dominant hand and squelched your terrified whimpers, filled with such an intensity of fear that your legs weakened and knees threatened to buckle.

The one holding you leaned his head close to yours, a sadistic smile going along with those persistent eyes. "I don't suggest moving, [Y/N]. Any sudden movement might make me accidentally stab you! Blood would be everywhere!"

He lowly chuckled once more, maniacally out of what could've been known as excitement, but who knew really? The blade at your neck dug deeper, as it felt like he pleaded for you to make a wrong judgement. "Watching the life drain from your eyes makes me tempted, but at the same time, I wouldn't want to live anymore." He'd tilt his head to the side. "..Should I kill you? And then myself?"

"Kiri, go with the others and get the teachers! My brother is going to stop this madness here and now." Although Seiichiro was weak due to inefficient stamina and nutrients, his body still had the will to fight. He looked at you, who started shedding hopeless tears, feeding his brother's insanity even more.

Kirigiri stood to her feet, and along with the other people in the room she trampled to the door to inform the staff. She was only abiding by what was demanded of her, biting her lip in uncertainty. Was leaving him alone the best course of action?

Circulating around the room was silence. Shiro clicked his tongue, soon lowering the object from your neck. You expelled all of your anxiety in one heavy exhale, then voiced your opinion with rattles to your voice. "Shiro.. please... ca-calm down!" Although you were close and your sentence was suitable, he didn't listen to you, and neither did his brother.

Shiro's eyebrows burrowed. "Looks like I underestimated my stupid brother. If it were only that annoying redhead running away, I would've killed her in a heartbeat."

You flinched. Shiro moved your body away from his, making you stagger until your back met against the windows closet to you. Seeing them stare at each other was like witnessing one of them in front of the mirror. Their uniform, hair, eyes.. even their expression was identical.

If they randomized their positions.. You were certain that you wouldn't have any clue who'd been who.

"Alright, older brother. I know I said that I wouldn't murder you, there's obviously been a change of plans." His eyelids lowered, and he took a step forward.

"There can only be one Seiichiro Yuuki."

Lunging forward unannounced, the other's response to that was a frightened flinch, yet he prepared himself for his attack. He made a bold attempt for his stomach, but it didn't make the cut.

Though with the advantage of his reaction time, Shiro made another attempt to stab him, this time both hands against around the handle to apply more force above his head. "Only I can exist to love [Y/N]! It's already set in stone!" He shouted. Inevitably, Seiichiro grabbed onto his brother's wrists, holding him back to the best of his capability. This made the psychopath growl. "I have to make this quick, so stop retaliating!"

Seiichiro moved his eyes over toward you. "[L/N]! Get out of the way!" He was trying to fight his brother's strength, yet there was no way he could possibly do that with him being a physical mess.

You knew who'd been staring at you wasn't the imposter, that was a fact. Taking the time to look behind you, you widened your eyes at the transparent glass, and the scenery below it. Hold on, was he planning to haul them both out of the 3rd floor window?!

You gulped. This height... shouldn't kill them, right?

Reluctant, you continued standing there. There was a very high risk that one of them could crack their skull open, maybe even both of them.

"Move it!" Urged Seiichiro yet again, beginning to focus his weight on his legs. Charging toward you, you widened your eyes, instinct forcing you out of the way. The second the force of impact shattered the glass. You squeezed your eyes shut, covering your ears in the process.

Despite putting in the effort to block out noises, you could hear a harsh collapse that pushed you to the brink of throwing up.

Standing there, tears seeped down your face. You were waiting to hear Seiichiro's voice, shouting at you to announce everything was over... but nothing came from below.

Disbelief rather than curiosity made you take a small glance through the shattered window. In that instant, you were at such dismay that your [E/C] hues dulled, and you fell in before the window sill. Scattered around them were pieces of glass... Blood coated their clothes, and death was inflicted into the air.

A puddle of crimson became a puddle beneath one of the men's body, as the one who sat on top of him, victorious, stabbed him repetitively. You could hear that familiar sound of insane chuckles even from this height, as well as the thirsty blade impale deeply into his stomach with a horrifying noise that reverberated through your head.

Just then, the teachers and other students came rushing in. Kirigiri panted, her hand on the slider belonging to the door, when she spotted you, she started pacing up to you speedily. "[L/N], what was ... that... sound..-" She slowed herself until stopping in her tracks. The evidence was in the air, and no one needed to comprehend anything.

"I'm... not accepting this.." You slowly stood to your feet, holding onto a piece of glass that sat beside you. Charging right on by everyone, and thudding against Kirigiri's shoulder harshly, you continued down the hallway trying to reach the corridors which led outside. Your hand trembled from the tension, as well as pain since you held the glass tightly.

The moment you stepped past the open doors, another figure turned and bumped into you. Taking a step back, you were going to walk around them, but... you recognised this person. His hand clenched his side that uncontrollably leaked with an alarming amount of blood, as his demented golden-yellow eyes were hooked on you.

With the aura he emanated, also the way he held the pocket knife in his hand, it looked as though ... He was ready to end it all. Instead of going to prison, he'd rather die with you.

You lost your confidence, but couldn't release the glass squeezed in your hold. "..You ... You're.."

He stepped closer to you, a genial smile on his face. The knife in his hand collapsing to the floor in a heavy metallic sound, the male approached you, and once he was close enough he pulled you into his arms.

"He's finally gone now.."

Tears fell from your eyes once more, while you started to lower yourself to the ground, the one holding you following your movements. His head buried into your neck, meanwhile you grasped onto the back of his clothes like a child, smearing the blood from your hand onto his uniform.

Weeping helplessly, you never knew this embrace was something you needed. You couldn't control your emotions anymore, that was well proven. And...

This happiness ... It was something you haven't felt in ages.

"Seiichiro..." You whispered, earning his silence. He only sat there, hugging you, and his grip tightened ever so slightly. You wished you knew what type of expression he was making. Happiness? Pain? Relief? Sadness?

"..."

"How did.. you know...?" He asked you. You tried to push him away, only he didn't want to break just yet. It was strange for his character. "I.. um.. noticed... you held the pocketknife with your right hand.." For some reason, Seiichiro didn't reply after that.

..And you dearly regretted not asking if he was okay.

[Chapter END]