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Chapter 1. Execution

Kyo took another sharp intake of breath as his eyes scanned the horizon. The air only filled his being with more worry. Something didn't feel right. He didn't know what, but something was telling him that something bad was going to ensue soon. His feline senses maybe? Kyo crossed his arms tightly across his chest as he nose smelled rain. It wasn't going to be here for another couple miles but it still made him weary. His bones were already feeling achy and his mind was already sluggish. Unconsciously, he started to fiddle with his bracelet but once he noticed that he was doing the said action, he immediately stopped.

"Stupid rain," Kyo huffed before standing up and kicking a rock that stood innocently next to his foot.

He had skipped lunch today to be alone on the roof instead. Surely, he was going to get an earful from Yuki later for making Tohru worry. He needed to think, and, more importantly, find his groundings. He had been so out of it today that he almost crashed into five girls-not that they would've minded. A bell rang in the distance and within seconds a chorused sound of movements occurred below.

"Shit. How long have I've been up here?" He had planned to leave five minutes before the bell signaled the end of lunch to avoid the oncoming traffic. Curse my luck.

Kyo leaned on the metal fence as he stared nonchalantly down below and watched the students filter out of the cafeteria and head toward their respective classes. He found his grip tighten against his forearm as he spotted Yuki conversing with a laughing Tohru. He snorted, loudly. "Damn Rat."

In the distance, five white trucks that had a bread logo painted on it entered the school gate. Slightly interested, Kyo stared as the driver stopped to talk to the gatekeeper, Yuki and Tohru forgotten temporarily. He had never seen them deliver items to the school before, as far as he knew it, they always delivered it at an ungodly hour. Crouching lower, he moved to another corner of the fence. He watched as the gatekeeper opened the truck and went inside to inspect closer.

Rolling his eyes, Kyo found himself becoming slightly impatient. The gatekeeper had already been in the truck for five minutes. "How does it take five fucking minutes to check decent bread?"

After the words tumbled out of his mouth, the truck shook as if there was a shuffle going on. Without meaning too, Kyo found his body tensing at the sight. His apprehension was back again. Minutes later, the gatekeeper came out, a hat covering his face in whole. Squinting, Kyo tried to see the gatekeeper's face but it was to no avail. Was he limping? A shiver raked itself up Kyo's back as his breathing quickened to an extent. "Maybe I should…"

Before the thought was completed, another bell rang in the distance.

"Shit," Completely forgetting the incidence that had just occurred, he bounded down the stairs and into the corridors, curses flying out of his mouth the whole way. Great, he was ten minutes late which would only lead to detention and more scolding from Yuki.

As he turned a corner, he collided with another figure, setting both of them off balance. He crashed into the ground, the cold white tiles biting into his flesh. To say the least, Kyo was not only startled that he was knocked down but his breath as well. Dang, the rain is already making me weak.

"Sorry." A hand was extended toward him. "Are you- oh, hey, Kyo."

Kyo looked up and found himself facing one of his classmates that obviously knew him but he couldn't say the same for himself. He was never good with names. He probably played cards with him a couple of times but he couldn't recall anything further than that.

"Uh, hey," he said awkwardly. He was never good with conversing like Yuki.

The boy grinned, and, before Kyo could object, grabbed Kyo's arm and pulled him up. Kyo spluttered and roughly tugged his arm out of the boy's vice grip once he was standing.

"Sorry." He didn't sound sorry if the grin on his face wasn't evidence enough. "So, what are you doing here?"

"I was running late." Kyo sighed. For the civility of the conversation, Kyo asked, "You?"

"Going to sick bay." He passed a note over to Kyo.

Reading it, Kyo realized the boy's name was Akira who was due into sick bay for the sole reason of a headache. Kyo looked up from the note and looked the boy over; he didn't look sick and he didn't look like he was suffering from a 'pulsating' headache either.

Kyo passed the note back while giving Akira an unimpressed look, a look that Akira was quick to notice.

"Well, I had to get out of that math test somehow." He laughed as he scratched the back of his head. Suddenly, he stopped laughing and leaned uncomfortably close toward Kyo.

"What the hell is your problem?" Kyo restrained the urge to take a step back, but he didn't. He didn't want to look intimidated.

"Why don't you take me to sick bay? We can ask the nurse to write you a note for your teacher then you won't get detention. I'll tell her you were helping me."

Kyo was about to object, but then thought better of it. He really didn't want to be stuck in detention when it was raining and he'd rather get home before the rain started to pour.

"Fine, I'll-" Before Kyo could finish, Akira, once again, grabbed Kyo's hand and dragged him down the corridors. If he wasn't so tired, he would have punched him. After all, he did not like being touched nor did he like being dragged around like an insufferable toddler.

"Great." Akira said with too much excitement. Kyo got a feeling that Akira was one of his 'fan boys.' Great, just me luck. Kyo sighed. Well it could be worse, at least, Akira had some control.

With Akira leading the way, Kyo found him mind drifting back to the scene this morning and with it came the slight apprehension. Maybe he should ask Akira if they could stop by the gatekeeper real quick. He just couldn't shake the feeling of something being terribly wrong. What was he going to say though? Before Kyo could make up his mind, he found himself stopping at a closed door.

Akira turned to him. "Let me do all the talking."

Kyo didn't answer him. Akira shrugged, before knocking on the door. There was no answer. He knocked again.

"That's odd, maybe she's out." Akira said. "What do we do now?"

Kyo sighed and went for the door knob even though there was a slight objection from Akira who stated it was rude to come in without any prior notice. Kyo ignored it.

The door swung open to reveal an empty room. Feeling safe and seeing no upcoming scolding, Akira visibly relaxed and walked in, Kyo still in toll.

"I guess we wait." Akira stated as he closed the door and proceeded to slouch against a bed.

"I'm leaving." Kyo stated, he had enough of this. If the nurse wasn't here, there was no point in him being here. Akira immediately frowned.

"But what about your slip?"

"I don't need it." Kyo was about to walk out when he noticed that Akira still had a hold on his hand. "Let go."

Akira seemed to just realize that he was still holding Kyo's hands as well. He immediately let go, a faint blush on his cheeks. "Your hands are cold, Kyo. Are you okay?"

The question caused Kyo to recognize that he was shivering slightly. He was fine earlier, wasn't he? He only hoped that he didn't catch a cold while sitting on the roof earlier. He was prone to getting sick when it rained. "Stupid rain."

Akira looked at Kyo, befuddled. "It's not raining."

Kyo huffed, as he stared out the window. Rain will be here soon. He would only end up falling asleep in class because of the rain anyway, why not take advantage of the beds while ridding the chance of obtaining a neck cramp from sleeping on a desk.

"Fine, I'll stay." The answer had Akira grinning again. Kyo walked toward a bed that gave him a good display of the window which was also the farthest from the bed that Akira was currently occupying.
Kyo settled himself on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Akira moved to an adjacent bed, something that aggravated Kyo slightly.

"What do you think? I'm going to sleep. Leave me alone." Kyo pulled the covers up as he tried to ignore Akira absentminded staring.

"Are you sick?" Akira asked. Akira gave a quick look toward the door. "I'll tell nurse you're sick too then if she asks."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Where are you?" A hushed voice asked.

"In the principal's office." Another voiced stated bored-ly.

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and'? I'm doing the job here. I never mess up." Sejen kicked the bald head of a police officer with his boot as he looked around. The carpet was turning red, but he could have cared less about this school's cleanliness. Besides, blood was supposed to be pure.

The person on the other line laughed as Sejen opened another door. "No casualties?"

"Hmmm, just a few." Sejen stepped over another dead body as he unhooked some wires and watched as the screens went black.

"I hope you had your silencer on. It's too early to have us discovered."

"Why, of course." Sejen looked in a mirror that was splattered with blood of its now deceased owner. He frowned slightly as he saw drops of blood had stained his pure, white shirt. Great, he only bought this shirt days ago just for this event and now it was already dirty. Oh well, he could always drench it in red then it would look new.

Kyo was almost lulled into a deep sleep when he was rudely awakened by the sound of a knock on a door. The sounded startled Akira too. There was another succession of knocks before the door was pulled open and a fluid voice called out.

"I was told to bring some papers…" Yuki stood at the threshold of the door, a surprised look on his face. He eyes landed on Kyo's form first but quickly realized Akira when he sat up on the bed. Kyo made no move to sit up, he was comfortable laying as he was. "Kyo? What are you doing here?"

"He's sick." Akira stated as his hand ran through his hair. As if forgetting something, quickly added, "Uh, me too. I'm sick too." He faked a cough.

"Hello Akira-san." Yuki said almost in a dismissive manner. Yuki closed the door and placed the documents he was told to bring to the nurse on her desk before proceeding to stand at the base of Kyo's bed. "What are you doing, you stupid cat?"

"None of your business," Kyo hissed as he pushed the covers back and sat up as well. Now that Yuki was here, he was probably going to be dragged back to class.

"Miss Honda was worried." Yuki continued, his voice was leveled and calm. "Were you here the whole time?"

"No," Kyo flipped his legs off the bed and leaned against the wall. Yuki scrutinized Kyo's appearance. Maybe Akira was right, at least, on the part of Kyo not feeling well. Yuki remembered Shigure telling him this morning that it was probably going to rain today. Yuki almost felt sorry for Kyo. He was pale, but not noticeably but once the rain started it would be quite noticeable. Should he call Shigure? Hatori? No, why should he care if the cat was sick anyway.

Yuki turned to Akira who looked like he was sweating bullets of anxiety. Yuki smiled at him. "Where's Mrs. Matsuni?"

"I don't know. She was gone when we came here." Akira stuttered out but somewhat relieved by the question.

"I see. When you see her, tell her that I left some papers on her desk." Yuki turned back to Kyo, not knowing what he should do with his cousin. Should he leave him here or drag him back to class?

Kyo's eyes were glazing over as he stared outside the window. Maybe he should leave him here then.

"I will be taking my leave-" Before Yuki could finish, there was sound of guns firing and the sound of strangled screams ringing in his ears. The sound immediately jolted Kyo out of his stupor. Kyo quickly stood and grabbed Yuki's arm and pushed him toward the bed. Akira immediately froze, his grip on his pillow tightened.

"Stupid cat, what are you doing?" Yuki stumbled but was thankfully caught by the soft bed.

"Shut up, damn rat." Kyo's eyes shined with danger and seriousness that Yuki never saw before even in their fights and mentions of Akito his eyes never looked like that. Kyo opened the door and his eyes widened in horror as he saw smoke everywhere. Smoke bombs? What the hell? His senses heightened as he breathed in slowly, and through some of the smoke he could see the contour of six or seven men each loaded with heavy metal arms. Each had guns strapped across them and moved with such fluidity that they could have been wearing nothing at all.

"What's going on?" Akira whispered hoarsely as he pressed himself deeper into the bed.

"We're being attacked."

"Are you deaf? I said move to the fucking corner!" A gun was directed toward the frightened students as they tried to quickly comply with the man's order without upsetting him.

He sighed as he watched the students huddled against one another. Seriously, out of all the places to terrorize, why a school? Shouldn't they be robbing a bank? Right, it was the boss's idea to scare the children shitless and something about the police being extremely compliant with them. After all, the police force didn't want to find a school of dead children that could have been so much more.

He fired a boy who was taking too long to move right in the third eye. The boy died before a sound could escape his mouth. There was a chorus of horrified screams. The boy should be grateful- he killed him where it would hurt the least. He knew that children who too long to follow orders were the ones who think they could formulate a plan and somehow escape. Or maybe they were just the stupid ones. He wasn't too sure anymore; it's been awhile since he worked with kids.

He shot another kid who came hurdling toward him in a blinded rage. He soon joined the same fate as his friend.

A brunette was staring speechless at the sight of her dead classmates but no sounds vocalized. It wasn't long before the said brunette was being pulled into an embrace of a tall blonde. Another girl stood close to the duo, her black depthless eyes contained no emotion. He smirked. What an odd bunch.

He pinched the bridge of his nose to deter the oncoming headache while also trying to muffle out the sound of sobbing.

"Today is going to be a long day." Jiro sighed as he held the gun lazily at his side.

Nanko clanked the tip of her gun lightly across her jaw as she looked over the cowering children. Smoke was leaking from the gun's entry from its recent use. The smoke didn't bother her at all – she loved it actually.

She turned her back toward them but she wasn't worried about surprise attacks. She had already demonstrated to them what would happen to them if they did something rash - complimentary to their dead classmate. But then again, he probably didn't do it voluntarily.

She swiped her hand across the teacher's desk in one quick motion, knocking off family photographs and even a cup that had said 'Best Mom of the Year' glossed on it. Nanko was pretty sure that the teacher wouldn't mind that she broke her cup. After all, the teacher was the first one to go. She was quite the brave solider in front of her students, but quite stupid as well.

She sat on top of the desk, her legs folded elegantly and lady like. She smiled at a girl who was staring at her, horrified. She was quite sure in the attire she was wearing, the whole world could see her panties and the curve of his buttocks, but she didn't mind. She doubted they were in a coherent state to stare at the matter anyway. If they were, well, she guess she was doing the male student body a favor by letting them see her women-ness before they departed with the word. She smiled as she recalled how her spiteful stepmother always called her a little, inconsiderate whore. Well, she sure didn't think she was inconsiderate.

There were two males that she spotted when she came in here that stroked her quite fancy. At first, she wasn't sure if the little blond was a male but somehow she knew after staring at him for a while. The little blond was cute but she was more interested in the bicolored teen that had his hands wrapped around the little crying blond. He was what she would call a true beauty – tall, handsome, and manly. Too bad that it was Jin who was picking up hostages and not her. If it was up to her, she would have quickly plucked these two out and set them into her little hostage basket. She sat at the desk staring at them, almost like how any kind teacher would.

"Haru," Momji whispered. "I-I'm scared. Are we going to die?"

Haru's grip on Momji tightened. "I don't know, Momji. I don't know, but I won't let anything happen to you."

"Promise?"

"Promise." Momji buried his head deeper into Haru's chest as more tears leaked out of his eyes. Haru nuzzled his chin into the locks of Momji's head and when he looked up, his eyes locked with Nanko.

She smiled at him. "How cute."

A/N: My lovely Beta did not Beta this yet so I'm sorry that you guys have to stomach my horrible grammar with the time being. She's been busy as of late. I might take this down later and post the beta-ed version later.

Anyway, sorry if there are more grammar mistakes than usual. I'm trying to write this quickly before my mother catches me. She doesn't like it when I write stories since she believes that it is interfering with my studies (which is probably true but I love to write ^^).

For some reason, I found writing the scenes involving the killers came quite easier than the whole scene with Kyo, Yuki, and Akira. My killers are so heartless, aren't they? Ha.

I do hope this story turns out well and I thank those who decide to review, favorite, and alert.

Anyway, please R&R. Reviews inspire me and make me happy. No flames please. Constructive criticisms are always accepted with open arms.

3/30/13