A Few Tear Drops In Blood Pt.2

                                    

                                          
((Listen to the song throughout the chapter))
                          
Kokoro let out a loud high pitch laugh that, if it were higher, could shatter all the windows of Akademi High School.
                          
"Pah-lees~! The whole school knows she's a queer! A damn pussy grabber." She stated. Ayano froze, her heart beating a mile a minute as the mean girl's words echo around her head as if it was a empty shell at a sea shore. 
"How could you...How could you say that about Osana-Chan?! This is just another one of your lame rumors to make everyone's eyes are all over you!" She shouted, most students from within the classroom and halls getting surprise by this sudden outburst from the usual quiet girl.
Even the student council stopped to listen for a bit.
                          
Kokoro let out another snicker, her hair giving a small bouncing motion as he head moved back and forth, "I see you have trouble knowing the truth. What's the matter? Did you see her eyeing you in P.E.? Did she blush in the showers? I bet she did, didn't she~? And here you are, getting all angry at what totally makes sense. Maybe you're a damn stupid little perverted fag too." 
                          
This was differently enough to drive the insane person mad with anger and the urge to destroy the fake perfect girl before the eyes of the hunter like pray on a normal duck season. 
                          
Ayano's nails dug deep within her palms flesh, her dark red blood dripping to the classroom's floor bit by bit, her mind fogging up as the words echo her head along with that voice she listened to when she had someone to kill. 
                          
"Go on, do it. Grab that jell pen and get it right in her throat, make her shut up! Maybe take every last one of her nails off her flesh so painfully slow so people can see she is nothing but a freak behind all those pretty lies and make-up~" 
                          
Before Ayano's voice could say anymore, she walked out of the classroom. But the insane angry person is still there, glaring at her a plot of a way to make her be quiet slowly sprouted.
                          


                          
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Hanako walked along the school's street as the bell the signaled the school day was over still chimed from the building behind him, his sad black eyes staring at the ground. 
"I never seen Aishi-Senpai so angry before. I mean, I would be so angry too if I heard someone talk about mean stuff about Osana-Chan like that. But that she said mean things to Aishi-Senpai...Why I would love to strangle her fucking neck and watch the light of life leave the eyes of that rotten, no good, slutty, pig, ugly, make-up and coffee whore, mother.." The youngest of the Yamada family stopped and punched the brick wall by him, hard.
                          
However, even though some of the bricks from the wall moved a bit but not much, his knuckles began to bleed to prove he's still human even though he doesn't honestly act like one when he gets angry or in love. 
                          
As his blood coated the wall a bit and his hand, down his arm, he didn't feel any pain at the moment. His eyes just stared at the blood coming out of his new open wound, his mind going back on that cold night with Aso by the ally way, his heart giving a heavy pound here and there as his wicked thoughts came crashing in the boy's mind.
"...She...Doesn't deserve any mercy..." He whispered as he grinned wide and creepy like, his sanity hanging my a very thin thread now as he pictured so many ways to get ride of that girl.
                          
His eyes were soon distracted by a very familiar hair color of silver and the clothes color of black. His dark smile slowly formed to a very happy one as he starts running towards the male student, waving his now wounded hand up to wave at him as he called his name, "Kencho-Chan!"