╰☆╮”Shh… It’s only going to hurt more if you struggle,” Tohru cautioned. Despite his reassuring tone, a manical grin was slowly enveloping his features. His eyes had gone wide, alight with homicidal craze. Gone was the quiet reserved occult member. He was now smiling. Actually smiling—and it was terrifying.

Tohru’s grip on the instrument tightened. Light bounced off the silver blade, making it flash a bright white before being splattered by heavy crimson. The blade danced on Koshi’s leg, slowly digging itself deeper and deeper into the skin—tearing away at muscle and cartilage, easily lacerating the flesh as if it were butter.

"I’m doing this for you Koshi, for us. When will you stop running from my love for you?"                       

» ; He wanted to scream, but who would hear him? The school must have been empty by now, meaning there was no one to hear his cries of pain, his yells for help. All he could do was watch in horror as blood splattered over his school uniform, holding back each scream that dared to escape him. Suddenly, as if his mind wanted him to ignore the pain, he wished that he had the super strength of the Hulk or the regenerative powers of Dead Pool.

What a silly wish.. To want to believe he could actually have powers like all those superhuman men. He was merely weak.. If he couldn't even save himself, how could he save other people? Tohru's words broke the reverie of his thoughts, making him look even more terrified and possibly even a little digusted.

        ‹ ;̷ ♛̶̷̲̲ ;̷ › ❝…it’s because of my boyfriend, that’s all.                                  It’s nice of you to try to help, but                                  nothing you say will work.❞

   ❝The dead stay dead.❞

                           » ;"It's true that the dead cannot be resurrected, but.."

This was unreasonable. More than unreasonable, it was absolutely CRAZY.  Why...? Why did bad things always happen to him? He was merely trying to be the good guy.. But he supposed he wasn't as lucky as all the super heroes he read about as a kid.

He was only the unlucky, unknown guy who was about to get his legs cut off and before he knew it, a blood curdling scream was already ripping itself from his lungs.

          ‹ ;̷ ♛̶̷̲̲ ;̷ › ❝did you just notice that?❞

                                  ❝I’m sorry you don’t appreciate my face then.❞

                         » ; "—-It's not that I don't appreciate your face or anything!" 

          ‹ ;̷ ♛̶̷̲̲ ;̷ › ❝…and what makes you think that?❞

          » ; "It's just that... Your face seems to have more of a depressed look on it now." 

             ”Groooooooss!”

                     » ; "I'm not gross. To be honest, I thought you would be happy because of that comment."

ARE U SAYING I HAVE NICE EYEBROWS TOO

          ‹ ;̷ ♛̶̷̲̲ ;̷ › ❝something like that. Thanks, Tanaka…I guess.❞

          “Haa.. I wanna kill someone.”

» ; ”..Earliest human memory, huh? I think that would have to be the first time I ever played baseball with my dad. He was the one who got me into the sport.” 

» ; “No way! I’m a good and honest person, but if I ever die for real, I don’t want it to be by the hands of you psychos.” 

geez tanaka, treat me kindly. your words are so harsh for a lady like me..

» ; "I guess.. My words were a bit harsh..

But what I say doesn't make me a bad person! The only bad person here is you." 

» ; "No way am I staying dead!" 

"I deserve a life just as much as you do! Why do I have to die?!" 

Suddenly anger pulsed through him.

How could Yukari be so heartless? So cold blooded?