I Don't Kid- Misao grimdark drabble

I Don't Kid- Misao Grimdark

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Ayaka walked slowly through the classroom, ignoring the laughs of mockery. Her hair and face was a total mess, as if she hadn't even bothered to pick up a brush that morning. Bags were under her eyes, and she had a slow gait.

Yoshino laughed. "Looks like teacher's pet needs a flea-bath!" Ayaka's calm gaze didn't change, although she was slightly offended when Misao, of all people, was giggling and pointing.

Ayaka flopped down into her desk, head down. Sohta walked slowly over to her. "Hey, Ayaka...You okay?"

She glared at him. "Get the fuck away from me or I'll KILL YOU!" She clenched her fists and narrowed her eyes. Everyone stared like they had just seen Satan. No matter how mad Ayaka was, she had never snapped at the teacher.

Even Sohta seemed surprised. He backed away slowly, papers clutched to his chest. His brown gaze wavered to his class. He sighed, and decided to act like nothing had happened.

The rest of the class went normally, although Ayaka had never said a word to anyone, not even Aki or Misao, who were her best friends. Even after everyone had left for the day, the blonde teenager still had her head down at her desk.

Neither her or Sohta had even glanced at each other in the time of three hours. After Sohta had said for her to get up and exit, she stood up and left.
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Sohta walked around the room to leave, but things changed for the worst when he had fell through the floor, into the basement.

The room was dusty, although Ayaka was there, sitting in a chair, appearing to be back to her cheery self.

"Ayaka, what's going on? It's ten at night, get to bed!" Ayaka rolled her eyes, fingers drumming in her lap.

Sohta didn't have any idea what was up, but he wasn't going to let Ayaka disturb him in the slightest. He rushed over to her, only for her to smirk and hold him against a wall. She let out a slight laugh, and picked up a butcher knife.

"Ayaka, what are y-" Sohta didn't finish his sentence, as Ayaka had stabbed him in the shoulder. Blood trickled down his arm, staining his clothes and running past his clenched fists.

Ayaka smiled, letting out a slight chuckle as she pulled the knife out of her victim's arm. Sohta held his shoulder in pain.

He refused to say a word to his tormentor as she ran the blade down his stomach. He felt like he'd vomit, but remained calm.

"Hm...You're a tough one. Kim and Aki put up quite a fight, but you..." She shrugged as Sohta's eyes widened. "You...killed...them...?"

"Yeah, you dummy!" Ayaka giggled, poking Sohta's chest with a bloodstained hand. She placed her hand into the teacher's slit stomach.

Her eyes widened as Sohta began thrashing. She had managed to dodge the hits, whether they be kicking or not. A kick landed in her stomach when she was off-guard. She fell back, hitting the wooden floor.

"Ugh..." She rubbed her head, regaining her energy. She slowly stood up, the knife in her grip once more.

She looked at Sohta, who wasn't protesting to her beginning to torture him once more. Appearing to get bored, Ayaka had decided to end it, tearing out her teacher's heart.

"Hey, Sohta! Did you know that after the heart is removed, you can live for seven extra minutes? Remember, you taught me that!" She smiled, the three-pound-organ in her hand. Sohta looked at her weakly. "Why are you doing this? What did I do to you?!"

"Oh, Mr. Sohta. Remember earlier, what I said when you tried talking to me? I wasn't kidding." She raised a knife, slitting her teacher's throat. "I don't kid."