(Hiroki Sugimura continued from The Worst Game in History ) Damn it, no! Hiroki Sugimura left the building and immediately sprinted away, stopped, and began counting two minutes off. As soon as he had done so, he returned to the school, hoping to catch Taka before she took off. Well, he'd seen her. ...

Time to leave, it seemed, and Tsukioka had no idea where he was going. He couldn't plan out an attack, and with three pairs of eyes he had no chance of ambushing the Kiriyama family, not by himself. Worse, he didn't know if he wanted to; the straight-and-narrow scoundrels of the Family were far from...

Sho hesitated. He had hidden in the bushes and watched the whole debacle. He hadn't seen Sakura's death, though he had seen the result; the gunshot had been loud, and no one had been in the area but Kazuhiko. Now both the young lovers, little Tristan and Isolde, were gone. Unfortunate, that. As the ...

(Sho Tsukioka continued from The Worst Game In History ) Sho waited in the shadowy underbrush about two or three hundred meters east of the school entrance, keeping one eye closed and regularly alternating between them (better to maintain his night vision--it developed sensitivity faster, as he'd le...

He stood amidst them, burning cigarette beneath his lips. Had he been a manlier man, he might have pulled out the bottles of vodka and triple sec he had and poured a libation for these poor, beautiful dead boys. It seemed like a waste of good alcohol, under the circumstances. Well, pouring it on the...

(Sho Tsukioka continued from Run To Your Love ) He hadn't been following them. Oh, he'd wanted too, soon enough. It had seemed like a terribly sweet idea, when he'd first left--leave the Family to look after themselves, and in the meantime try and see what he could do. But as he'd run for the past.....

[All uses of Takako done with permission from Ciel.] He'd been drifting into darkness when she called him back. "T-taka?" he managed. As soon as he'd whispered her name without a response, his mind had lost its tenuous grip upon the world around it. There was nothing left, no anchor to mak...

It had been an uncomfortable few hours. He was unable to move; the bullet wound alone had done its part (he suspected it had torn through something vital), but it was a relatively small wound and he might have been able to move with it. He was sure that, given time, he could have patched it up. But ...

A Derringer is not a very powerful gun. Unless one is struck in an extremely unfortunate area--if the bullet managed to lodge its way in the brain, for instance, or severe several main arteries--it is not likely to kill you. However, a bullet in the gut is still a bullet in the gut, regardless of th...

He was unaware of Ryuhei's own inner monologue. Hell, he wasn't even aware of Ryuhei himself; when he'd dropped the sickle his senses had dulled, leaving him restricted to a world which reached no farther than the sight of his eyes and the touch of his hands. It was all he could do to make it to the...

The panic on Ryuhei's face should have been heart-wrenching. It was a piteous expresison, really--even on Ryuhei's slightly rodent-like face, it was strikingly sad--but for once his life no emotion stirred in Sugi's chest. He still stopped, of course. But that was only because it had occurred to him...

[All abuses of Fioriboy's character made with his permission.] I should run . He was watching Ryuhei as he came on almost dispassionately. Time seemed to have slowed for him; he saw the boy in all his bloody, angry terror. He was a threat, but nothing Hiroki couldn't handle. Disarm him and leave. No...

(Hiroki Sugimura continued from Walking Proud ) Oh, god, what have I done. Sugi had wandered at random for the past few hours, here and there across the broad reaches of sand and water. Announcements had come on, and the horrific voice of Kamon--of the murdering bastard who'd trapped them here, who'...

He withdrew, pulling the sickle from her skull without anything but a feeling of triumph racing through him and numbing the pain. That was right; he'd struck, struck quickly, struck without hesitation. He'd managed to stop someone dangerous to him, someone who could hurt him, and he had promised him...

Luck, in a certain sense, was on Hiroki's side. Luck, in a different sense, was not. He was faster than Kotohiki--faster by quite a bit. Still, she moved without thinking about it; moving in an act of surprise. He'd move to the right, and her gun was on him, so fortunately neither Nakagawa or Taka w...