Mood Dance

Noriko was caught by surprise once again, but gladly returned the kiss, and ran her fingers through Yoshitoki's hair, brimming with happiness. Her blood was starting to rush again.

"I'm glad you're okay... I don't feel like going back to the dance right now... Want to go for a walk or something?" Noriko asked quietly after a few seconds.

She was happy to realize that Ryuhei had indeed brought her here to continue their passionate romance. For a second she was afraid it was all over (for the night, anyway). Izumi herself was in such a state, she could not imagine not putting her hands on his body. She had to, it was as important as breathing right now. His kisses made her forget that her other classmates where outside in the gym, heck, some were even outside this very stall!

Izumi had never realized the physical strength of Ryuhei before, but now he was basically holding her entire body up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung on to his neck with her hands. She was so excited, she couldn't even keep her face from shaking. Even in this small space, she had to move around as much as she possibly could. Therefore she insisted on kissing every part of his face. She might look like somewhat of a slobbering dog, but she felt real sexy.

And wild, she thought, pleased with herself. Hardcore Kanai, that's me!.
As he had her pushed against the wall (Oh how dirty was this place really? No, Izumi, don't let the snob in you out now!), she let her legs fall back down. Her hands moved down as fell, until they stopped by the zipper of his dark jeans. She smiled suggistivley and purred. "How about we take it one step further, my sparkly pony?"

((OOC: Oh and there goes the sweetness and innocence that used to be Ryuumi, out every window possible ))

"I want to go to a walk with you, yes..."

He separated a little from his girlfriend and began to walk away from where they had left Shuya and Yukie. Yoshitoki knew that they would have a good time together too, but Noriko and he must had to leave the couple alone.

Noriko took one look back at the store where Shuya and Yukie were. Quickly afterwards she caught up with Yoshitoki, knowing that Yukie would be in a rush to get back to the dance with the punch.

"It's nice to have some peace... Thank you again for coming with me tonight. It's been perfect," she said softly, keeping her gaze downwards.

Wow. Wow, that was a rush.

Takako was still reeling from her encounter with Mitsuko. Had it really happened? And what should she do now? It was all too much and she felt the overwhelming need to lie down. This dizziness was really getting the better of her. And damn, was she thirsty.

"What happens next . . . ?"

"Ready to go back to the dance?" Yukie asked Shuya as she paid for the drinks

"Yeah, lets get going! I don't wanna miss out on any of the fun." Shuya grinned as he took the punch and carried it for Yukie.

"Alright!" Yukie grabbed his hand and ran with him across the street back to the school "We got more punch!" She shouted upon entering the gym

Shogo couldn't see any face he wanted to see, so he turned around, meaning to take and leave. He only got the door open, when he heard a noise that for sure didn't belong to the party or the music. Shogo quickly turn his head on his left and — what the fuck?!

Without thinking, he rushed out of the door, almost falling down. Although Shogo didn't see much, he recognized the crazy bush of hair, and nobody else had that growing on top of their heads but Kiriyama. "Where the fuck did he get a gun?!" Shogo blurted out. The voice of shooting took over the hall but nobody seemed to notice it. What the hell is going on?

Shogo knew this was going to be a one crazy ass party. Well, what could he expect? If Kiriyama was attending to a party, what would he do? Dancing, laughing, having fun and making out with the chicks was definitely out of the question, that's for sure.

At the sound of gunfire, Kawada glanced his way before taking off back out the door like a skittish deer. The rapid fire paused as Kazuo rocketed off after him, practically skidding around the corner before more typewriter firing burst out in Kawada's direction. Narrowly, he shot past the small crowd that was just heading inside, shoving his way through them as necessary if they did not get out of the way at his shooting. He didn't even afford a moment to identify them, dark eyes glued ahead at his target. Even outside the door, movie-verse Kiriyama was mindful to aim lower; if he could just get a hit in at the legs, surely Kawada could not outrun him then. Escape would not be an option.

If he wasn't so focused, he might have been disappointed that his target wouldn't be caught in the gym... But maybe he could drag Kawada back that way once his legs were out of the picture.




"EEP!" A small squeak escaped the girl as she was hastily pulled under the table. If she wasn't panicked she might have thought about how unusually courageous that was of Oda, but as it was she was scared out of her mind and happy to at least have some form of cover. However, once her eyes were open again she could see the wild-haired transfer taking off out the door, presumably after whoever he had been shooting at.

Without realizing, one of her hands was still latched onto Oda's sleeve, as if holding onto him was all that was keeping her from getting killed. Chisato's fearful gaze was focused forward out from under the table, trying to see what was happening through the door as more submachine gunfire was heard.

Toshinori poked his head out from under the table, carefully watching out from any guns pointing his way. Luckily and unsurprisingly, there weren't any. He looked towards the gym door just in time to see a bushy head of hair that resembled a shrub.

"Of course. Leave it up to the most vulgar Kiriyama to start something like this," Toshinori complained, backing up a little to keep sheltered underneath the table. Chisato was still clinging to his sleeve, and he was using much more willpower than he was used to using to keep from panicking and hiding behind her instead.

The spurts of gunfire were growing steadily more distant. Chisato found that she was trembling, but mustered the calm to lean forward and peek out from under the table to look around. Everyone else in the gym looked panicked too - or dazed, at least. Some were hiding under tables; Yumiko and Yukiko were prying desperately at the girls' bathroom door, which seemed to be locked. Though she couldn't make out their faces from this distance, Chisato could hear them crying. Ohh. Those poor girls want to get out of here more than any of us, I bet, Chisato thought sadly, recalling the pair's deaths.

She blinked upon realizing Oda had been saying something. ".... Sounds like he ran off somewhere.... What should we do?" She murmured, surprised even at how quiet and frightened her voice came out. No one else in the gym seemed certain of whether it was safe or not yet, either.

Toshinori tired slightly to face Chisato as she began to speak. He could still hear the cries of confusion and panic from his classmates. Of course, not all of them had found somewhere to hide. Then again, not all of them are as smart and heroic as me, he thought.

"I say you've heard by now, but Kiriyama killed me in the most vulgar way possible, and I'm certainly not having a repeat of that. I'm staying here," Toshinori told Chisato, crossing his legs as if it was a way of making his decision to stay clearer.

For some reason, Kiriyama had chosen to go after Shogo (why, though? All Shogo did was kill him in the Battle Royale. No big of a deal.). This was no game anymore, this was just his twisted way of having fun, you psycho bastard. Well, it was a party, after all.

I'm not going down, Kiriyama, not even in your psychotic dreams. Shogo moved to left, against the wall next to the door. What is he supposed to do? Without a gun? He could run away or face this son of a bitch. Whatever he was going to do, he had to decide it, now — Kiriyama approached the door very quickly.... Shogo was not going to lose to him, that's for sure.

Shogo decided to run. He could keep running till he'd get an idea to use against Kiriyama — he had absolutely no chance attacking him back now, with only bare hands against a submachine gun. Running out and hide would be the smartest way to avoid the situation — but let him get away with it? Hell to the no.

He ran from a room to another, hoping Kiriyama would get lost for a second. He also kept his eyes open for a possible weapon material, which, he thought, was impossible but that's all he could do right now.

I'd rather fucking dance with Kiriyama than go through this again.

Kazuo kept firing, racing off in pursuit of his target relentlessly; for his scarecrow frame, the youth was not lacking in cardiac health. He had chased down a bike in the Program, after all. His shooting paused periodically, as he stopped to conserve ammunition the second Kawada was around a corner, but for every moment the other boy was in sight, the infamous sound of the submachine gun rattled through the halls. Ra-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat.

Occasionally Kawada lost him, but every time was short-lived as the transfer would slow down to backtrack as necessary until movement caught his eye and his Uzi set off again.

Finally, even with Kawada in sight, Kazuo was forced to pause, slowing to a jog which devolved into a lax stride while he leisurely pulled another cartridge of ammunition from his pocket to reload. Discarding the previous one to the floor and locking the second one in, he lifted his gaze to find his target had vanished again, and so continued at his relaxed pace. A patient pace; a predator's pace, dark eyes sweeping every nook and cranny ahead and as he passed them, Uzi at the ready in his hands.




Chisato frowned, face softening. "Oh.... I-I remember... That was awful. I'm sorry," she offered quietly. "... He didn't get me, but those... those guns freak me out." She shivered somewhat, turning her gaze back out to the gymnasium. The gunfire could still be heard from time to time, but it was muted; it sounded like it might have been coming from inside the rest of the school. I wonder who he's chasing... She glanced at Oda, then, with a worried look. ".... I-I'll stay here, too, I think. I don't want to be out in the open while... we can still hear him." She curled her legs under her to sit more comfortably, sighing. "It's too bad we couldn't have a normal dance..." She said softly.

He couldn't believe this; Toshinori actually felt a little bad. Chisato sounded a bit nervous at his snarling about Kiriyama. It shouldn't have been much of a surprise. He might not have liked his classmates, but he wasn't looking to bully them like Kiriyama's gang of buffoons.

"Tch, I know. All I want is one dance and Kiriyama decides to start his revenge plan. And I was actually getting somewhere!" Toshinori huffed like a moody child.

There it goes again. the same ratatata sound. it was definetely not a joke. Someone was going to kill them again. Kayoko stepped back from the girl's toilet looking around.

No one is still dead but sooner or later its going to happen. She could hide in the toilet, and hope that the killer won't go inside. She banged the door, and tried to pry it open but it was securely locked.

She doesn't want to die again not alone at least. if Sugi was here, we would be safe but he's not here.

He could be dead

Kayoko shook her head. No, Sugi can't be dead. There's no way he could be dead. he's mr. Big!

Stop this kayoko. Willpower, remember willpower.

Yukie dropped the bottles when she walked into the gym. 'Guns? At my dance!? I don't think so' she thought.

Sober Yukie was never the type for confrontation but drugged Yukie felt like she was invincible. "HEY! NUH UH I DID NOT WASTE WEEKS OF MY TIME PLANNING THIS JUST SO YOU BOZO'S COULD RUIN IT" Everyone looked in awe of the foolish girl. What was she thinking?

(( Im sorry if this is so out of character but I heard some people get really brave and do dumb stuff when they're on drugs))

Shuya grabbed Yukies hand to stop her from doing anything too sudden. "Hey! Wait! Calm down a bit! Have punch or something."

"They're ruining my dance!" Yukie cried "I can't let them scare everyone away!...Well...maybe you're right.."

"It's fine!" Shuya tried to assure the girl. "Shogo will make sure to deal with him, everything will be fine."

Yukie nodded reluctantly "A-Alright..Can we go outside for a bit I'm feeling a little woozy"

As much as Shuya wanted to join the action and help Shogo out, he knew he'd be better off on his own. Now, it was important he make sure that Yukie, Noriko, and Yoshitoki remain safe.

"Yeah, lets get fresh air, sounds good." Shuya held her hand as he walked her out of the school.

"Sorry I haven't been myself tonight...I don't know what's wrong with me" a dizzy Yukie apologized. The room was spinning more and more and she thought she was going to pass out.

When they finally got outside Yukie plopped down on the soft grass. "Does anyone else feel like the sky is spinning?" she asked

"What happens next?"

Mitsuko grinned at Takako's question. She walked up to her ear and whispered into it, "Whatever you want, lover."

Mitsuko was about to start making out with Takako again when she heard some loud banging on the bathroom door. Probably trying to hide from Kiryama. Mitsuko was about to tell them to fuck off, but she decided it might be entertaining to see who they are and see Takako and her naked in this awkward moment.

Maybe if they're drugged, we can have a three-way. That might be fun. Mitsuko walks up to the door and opens it slightly so that the person standing there can only see her face and not her naked body.

The person standing at door appeared to be no other than Kayoko Kotohiki, the girl that Souma loved tormenting the most. Mitsuko decided to let this drag out.

"Um... Hello, you came at an awkward time... What do you want?"