“We need to find the tape in the CCTV camera from the back of the classroom and also the footages from the school gate.” Chinen instructed Yuto. Yuto sighed. “Ryosuke is already convinced that his lover did it all right?”   “I know that we both think that Mirai Shida is some kind of a yandere anime character who is too obsessed with the male lead in the point of killing her rivals, but an investigation so narrow like this is not gonna be enough for my dad. We need to find the other tapes and let our eyes themselves see Mirai Shida pushing Mariya-chan to fall in the window. That’s a more reliable evidence.” Chinen said and for Yuto it was one of the smart litanies he dropped like bomb.   “Yes, Sir!” Yuto saluted.       *****         “You can’t just decide to leave me.”   “Mirai.” Ryosuke took a deep inhale.   “But I might let you.” Mirai smiled at him and he knows it was not a good news after all. “How about we play a game…If you win, you go…If I win…” She grinned. “…You stay. With me. Forever.”   Ryosuke looked troubled.   “Come on.” She said as she scratched the mosquito bite in her leg.   He gulped. “Okay.”   Her lips arched in a smile. Dragging the chair in the middle on the carpeted floor, she gestured Ryosuke to sit on it.    He did. After all, never did he say no to whatever she said. He's got a mind of his own, he knows that. He's got priciples and standards of his own, but when it comes to Mirai Shida, he can't do more than do what she wants him to do.   She walked to her drawer. Opening one drawer and closing it back, she turned to Ryosuke.   His eyes bulged in horror seeing her tiny fingers, pinkish in each tips, holding a sharp cutter in her hand.   “Don’t worry, I’ll try not to kill you. It’ll be too sad.” She pouted, approaching closer to Ryosuke who’s sitting on the chair.   She stood in between his parted legs before sitting on his left lap and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “If I hear you say ‘it hurts’, I’ll stop hurting you and you lose…If you don’t, I’ll keep this blade on you and you win.” She kissed him in the left cheek and whispered with her voice icy cold. “Let’s start.”       *****   “Is it really possible for us to see it?” Yuto sounds hopeless. “Why don’t we take a break for now? Let’s go home, it’s already 10 pm.”   “I can’t. I don’t want to. I can’t let this night end without those evidences. If Shida-san really did it, I want to see her get arrested by tomorrow.”    “You’re inspired.” Yuto tilted his head.   “No.” He smiled. “It just starts to be exciting.”   Yuto shook his head. “I thought this isn’t about being ‘exciting’.”     *****     Ryosuke’s shirt was ed, revealing portions of his muscles. Mirai was on his lap, trying to write something on her bare chest. He was greeting his teeth in every of her writing medium, causing him to hold on to the base of the chair.   The end of the cutter penetrates deep into Ryosuke’s flesh in every of each precise character—writing her own name on him.   She isn't vain but writing her own name on Ryosuke's own flesh is vanity enough. This could have been the first time Ryosuke would see Mirai writing her name in great enthusiasm. He knows she loves writing. The piles of notebooks in her study table prove so. Those notes, with her heart on each words, her soul on each sentences. The pen and the notebook, she spent all her life with them. But tonight, in the middle of her wide white room, the cutter is her pen and his flesh her notebook.   “Did you know that I wanted to join the calligraphy club?” She said, finishing the first character ‘SHI’ (志).   He groaned in pain, feeling drip of blood down to his stomach. “There’s nothing I don’t know about you.”   She gave off a half smile. “You don’t know how to read me.” And started with the first of ‘DA’ or ‘TA’ (田).   He greeted his teeth. “C-Coz y-you…won’t let me.”   She's not a blank canvass, she's a secret message, a treasure uncertainly existing.   More blood sticks in the cutter, making her hands slippery causing a harder push that deepens each carving in his flesh.   He tried not growl like an animal as she started writing the third character ‘MI’ (未).   Her hands stained with Ryosuke’s blood. Metallic and musky. She's always been familiar of the scent, taking glimpse at her scarred wrist. Those scars, reminding her of unsatisfaction. The unsatisfaction Ryosuke filled to satisfy. But now, he's trying to unfill it again. She wiped her blooded hands in her black dress. She glared at the pained Ryosuke. “Say it hurts.”   He pants.   She frowned as she gets back on her sharp cutter. Writing the last character ‘RAI’ (来). She pressed harder on his flesh in anger, causing more blood. “JUST SAY IT!!!” She shouted as she dug her nails on fresh wounds.    He leaned on the back of the chair in pain.   “DARN IT!!! JUST SAY IT HURTS RYOSUKE!!!”   “UUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”   He shouted in pain when the girl made random slices on the existing wounds.   “SAY IT HURTS!!!” Tears rapidly fell from Mirai’s angry popping eyes.   But Ryosuke refused, still greeting his teeth.   Her blooded hands fell lousily on each side of her body, letting the cutter fell from her grip down to the stained carpet.   She slowly stands from sitting on his lap. Stepped a meter backwards. She fell on her knees and completely sat on the carpet, her crimson hands crumpling the frills of her black dress, letting tears fall to her lap. “Go.” It was almost a whisper.   Ryosuke is still looking at her.   “GO!!!” She didn’t want to say the word, but she lost the game and she has to let him go though it hurts so much. It hurts so much to let go of someone she only have. Her voice was loud and shaking. “I said go!!!” She was whining terribly.    She can only hear the gasp when Ryosuke tried to stand from the chair.   Discouraging herself to look at him leave, she closed her eyes. She was imagining him walking away...so far away. Until his silhouettes turned to dust of dim lights.   Suddenly she felt a tight embrace around her small frame and the smell of his perfume mixed with the metallic scent of his blood. Mirai opened her eyes.     “It hurts.” The virile sound of his voice in her ear, husky in pain, sweet in tone.   A smile as she moved to rest her chin on his shoulder and her small blooded hands around his waist.   “Ryosuke.”   He swept stray hair from her face and wiped traces of tears on her cheeks before she planted a kiss on her forehead.     *****   “Yuto.” Chinen called the yawning friend.   “What?” He looked at him in curiousity.   Chinen looked back at him, wide eyed.   *****     Mirai is bandaging Ryosuke’s wounds. She had also changed her torn black dress to a white knee-length,which sleeves covers half of his palm.   “Would you run away with me?” He asked her out of the blue and she stared at him. “Let’s go far from here.”   “Just the two of us?”   “Just the two of us.”   She smiled at him.   There was a sudden vibration in Ryosuke’s jeans pocket. He took his phone from it. “Chinen.” He uttered when he saw Chinen’s caller ID on the screen. Mirai looked at him confused.    He slid his finger on the screen to read the message.   “Hello Ryosuke!” Chinen immediately said after Ryosuke accepted the call.   “I don’t care anymore. She is—“    “Please, you need to see this.”   Ryosuke stared at Mirai.   “What is it?” Mirai asked.   He grabbed a white tee-shirt Mirai placed next to him for him to use. He dashed out of Mirai’s bed.   “Ryosuke!”   “It’s about Mariya Nishiuchi.” He said honestly.   She stared at him. “I’m coming with you.”   “Y-You can't..!”   A smile curved in her lips. “I’m not scared.”   He nodded and run.   Mirai grabbed the sketch of Miss Ichikawa’s death from her desk and followed the guy, leaving the piles of notebooks tumbling on her unworthy study table.     *****     Yuto can only sigh as they wait for Ryosuke. “I’m having goosebumps right now.”   Suddenly there was a creek on the door.   “Is that Ryo—“   Chinen and Yuto froze when Haruna appeared from the door. The lights inside the visual room were off and the five computer screens are the only thing that gives off enough light for them to see Haruna’s face clear