A/N: Hey guys! ^__^ A little secret on the ending here, so I guess... Well, it isn't really an intense spoiler, but I just wanted to say SOMEBODY WILL DIE. I love you all, and I truly care, but I always want a little sprinkle of drama in my stories. I'm sorry, but it must be done. I hope you all enjoy!

AYUMI

Before I knew it, our arms were linked to each other, and I felt awfully awkward, but I couldn't deny it. I loved Yoshiki. I loved him, I loved him, and I loved him. It was official, and not formal, just like he told me. Satoshi was dead, and I couldn't have him anymore.

But, then again, Yoshiki was also dead...

"K-Kishinuma," I stammered, a blush coloring itself on my cheeks, "you're dead. I can't be with you, I'm sorry." He withdrew from me, looking hurt. "Ayumi, what did I say about calling me Kishinuma?" he snapped, his eyes flashing painfully. I gulped, inching away from Yoshiki. "You know, I have to go..." I say carefully, fumbling around for a surface to lean against. "Can't you join me?" Yoshiki inquired. "Think about it, Ayumi! Or do you prefer me calling you Shinozaki?" I could feel his gaze poring into me, like it would extract my soul.

I lifted my chin, staring back at him. "Go on," I reply calmly. "You can die, and join me. We can be together, and live the pain of our deaths together," he continued. Suddenly, Yoshiki's body tensed, and he slammed me against the nearest wall, which quite hurt, actually, since it was constructed out of stone. I groaned painfully, but he didn't stop there. My fierce cry of pain didn't change his mind, either.

"Are you turning into a snob because you're alive?" he seethed, glaring at me. I tried to swallow, and I shook my head for a response, not trusting my voice to speak for me. "Speak, Ayumi! Or are you making me crush your puny, solid flesh and bones?" he sneered. Well, maybe if you stopped crushing the whole entire life out of me, I might be able to pronounce things correctly, idiot!I yelled silently. Still unable to vocalize anything, I just returned Yoshiki's steady glower.

Suddenly, one thought occurred to me, blocking out all others:

Sachiko charm scraps! They all want their scraps! He also needs my personal love...

Lessening my intent glare, my eyes tracked down a piece of paper sticking out of his Student ID. Before I could even attempt to get it, an ashy gray hand scooped it up.