( natsume's not really a strong person -- not normally, but adrenaline kicks in the second he feels anyone else's hands on him, and he reaches for the gun in izumi's pocket -
it doesn't have bullets in it, which is a shame, but he still pistol-whips one of the students trying to grip onto him. it's a satisfying, sickening crack to their temple, and the student's grip loosens on him as they smack into the ground beside izumi. it's natsume yet not natsume who brings the gun back up and smashes it into the back of the student's head, not recognizing one of his yearmates.
hard enough to knock them out, and he's about to turn and do the same fucking thing to izumi when the other student that'd come to help izumi out yanks him hard enough to juuuuust miss izumi's pretty little face with the stolen gun, and so the honor of "second down" goes to this poor, poor student who'd just been trying to help.
natsume smashes the butt of the gun into their throat a few times instead, lips twisting briefly at the strangled, cut-off noise the student makes until they aren't making them anymore, before he turns his attention back to izumi. there's a little distance now between them, but not too much - he'd been pulled off more or less, but with izumi's two helping hands down for the count...
if he leaves his senpai alone, he's just going to scream, which is just going to attract attention - which will make more of them come, which makes his stomach twist. so he should
shut izumi up?
yeah.
he should do that.
and he intends to! there's some distance between them since he got pulled off a little there, but he's chucking the gun at izumi's head to try and slow him down a bit so he can Get There before Someone has any Bright Ideas about calling for help again - he can't have that, he can't, he has to live and if more of them come - if there's too many, well, there's no way that he could. )
[ it's all happening so fast, like being in the middle of an action movie. izumi's too stunned to move so he's somewhat forced to watch natsume straight-up kill their schoolmates with unsettling ease - which tips him off that this can't be natsume, kind of; only guys like madara can pull off such feats, and izumi doesn't think that Double Face would be accepting new members anytime soon.
he watches helplessly as the presumably-dead schoolmates fall on the ground, but before he could bolt it out of there natsume's quickly one-upped him with a gun to the head, and he falls back down on the floor, too paralyzed to move. of course he's no match with an oddball - he's only an ordinary, boring idol after all.
but that doesn't mean he'll be going down without a fight. ]
Saka...saki... [ he tries to keep his voice steady before he's tempted to yell for real -- ] You're just going to start killing over something so inane? Do you even know the situation we're in?! Oi!!
[ at this rate they're going to gain one more tally on their arms--! ]
I know exactly the situation we're IN. Senpai, if I let you sit UP, are you going to kill ME? ( he doesn't wait for an answer, settling on izumi's stomach and placing his hands around his neck, methodical. ) Of course you WILL. You'll either kill me yourSELF, or you'll yell aGAIN, and whoever comes running will do IT.
( or they'll all gang up; natsume's fingers twitch on izumi's throat, gentle slender hands that tighten with an abruptness and squeeze. )
I'm not going to DIE, Sena-senpai. ( cold but a little rushed, hair curtaining over them as he leans in more. ) I have to get out of HERE.
( he wouldn't call it inane either. he gives izumi a smile, one that trembles on his face. )
Tell Tsukinaga-senpai I miss HIM, won't YOU? It's too bad he couldn't graduate HERE, but he should be lucky he graduated at ALL. The same goes for YOU.
[ izumi's simply too stunned to get a word in at this point, choking at the hands on his neck. he immediately wraps his hands around natsume's wrists in an attempt to pry them off him, but natsume's gotten the upper hand... somehow. this isn't a grip a third-year high school student shouldn't have, even if he's a genius. there's something fishy about that toy that izumi needed to solve for nao's sake--
but it seems as though it's too late. the world is spinning in his perspective as his lungs clamor for oxygen, eyes still boring into natsume's. is he really going to die a boring death like this...?! ]
H-How dare... I'll never forgive... you... Sakasaki...
[ his voice is hoarse at this point, but even that won't stop him from spitting out his final words. let this be a curse for this so-called wizard of happiness. ]
She'll-- She'll come for you... If nothing else...
[ god, he cannot believe that he's going to put it all on chiaki with his last breath. but one thing's for sure - obsessive types like that will find a way somehow. he would know. of course he would.
and... maybe this was all a dream. if izumi thinks real hard he could wake himself up from this living nightmare and find himself back in florence again, ready to take on a busy day now that he'll be taking care of leo from now on. surely, if he slowly closes his eyes and let go of natsume's wrist to reach out to the light, then leo will... they will...
he keeps squeezes until izumi's grip loosens and the words he'd been cursing him with fade into the buzz of his mind; he keeps squeezing until the buzz drops sharply into the silence of the hallway, and his hands fall away. natsume blinks once, twice, three times, and swears under his breath as he backs off. there wasn't— he didn't—
but he did. )
I'm going to be SICK, ( he mumbles softly, and he forces himself up; with cat-like grace he peeks into 2-D and drags the three bodies in once he's sure it's clear. up goes the window, up goes the screen. the two students - yearmates, he feels like he recognizes them a little from passing in the hall, in that vague way you know someone's existence but nothing really about them - go out first, and if they weren't dead before (they weren't, he could feel them stirring, but we don't have time to unpack all of that right now) then without a doubt the fall from the third floor, unable to brace themselves, can help that along.
he hesitates on izumi, propping him up against the windowsill. )
...SorRY, ( softer still. easier, though, this time. she'll come for you, the words surface again, and he maneuvers izumi's corpse out the window with all his might.
he washes his hands. he takes the gun and the pieces of the toy horse when he's done, and he goes to find lucy to shove his face in her fluffy white fur until he feels better. until he figures out a justification, a reason, to feel better with. )
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it doesn't have bullets in it, which is a shame, but he still pistol-whips one of the students trying to grip onto him. it's a satisfying, sickening crack to their temple, and the student's grip loosens on him as they smack into the ground beside izumi. it's natsume yet not natsume who brings the gun back up and smashes it into the back of the student's head, not recognizing one of his yearmates.
hard enough to knock them out, and he's about to turn and do the same fucking thing to izumi when the other student that'd come to help izumi out yanks him hard enough to juuuuust miss izumi's pretty little face with the stolen gun, and so the honor of "second down" goes to this poor, poor student who'd just been trying to help.
natsume smashes the butt of the gun into their throat a few times instead, lips twisting briefly at the strangled, cut-off noise the student makes until they aren't making them anymore, before he turns his attention back to izumi. there's a little distance now between them, but not too much - he'd been pulled off more or less, but with izumi's two helping hands down for the count...
if he leaves his senpai alone, he's just going to scream, which is just going to attract attention - which will make more of them come, which makes his stomach twist. so he should
shut izumi up?
yeah.
he should do that.
and he intends to! there's some distance between them since he got pulled off a little there, but he's chucking the gun at izumi's head to try and slow him down a bit so he can Get There before Someone has any Bright Ideas about calling for help again - he can't have that, he can't, he has to live and if more of them come - if there's too many, well, there's no way that he could. )
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he watches helplessly as the presumably-dead schoolmates fall on the ground, but before he could bolt it out of there natsume's quickly one-upped him with a gun to the head, and he falls back down on the floor, too paralyzed to move. of course he's no match with an oddball - he's only an ordinary, boring idol after all.
but that doesn't mean he'll be going down without a fight. ]
Saka...saki... [ he tries to keep his voice steady before he's tempted to yell for real -- ] You're just going to start killing over something so inane? Do you even know the situation we're in?! Oi!!
[ at this rate they're going to gain one more tally on their arms--! ]
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( or they'll all gang up; natsume's fingers twitch on izumi's throat, gentle slender hands that tighten with an abruptness and squeeze. )
I'm not going to DIE, Sena-senpai. ( cold but a little rushed, hair curtaining over them as he leans in more. ) I have to get out of HERE.
( he wouldn't call it inane either. he gives izumi a smile, one that trembles on his face. )
Tell Tsukinaga-senpai I miss HIM, won't YOU? It's too bad he couldn't graduate HERE, but he should be lucky he graduated at ALL. The same goes for YOU.
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but it seems as though it's too late. the world is spinning in his perspective as his lungs clamor for oxygen, eyes still boring into natsume's. is he really going to die a boring death like this...?! ]
H-How dare... I'll never forgive... you... Sakasaki...
[ his voice is hoarse at this point, but even that won't stop him from spitting out his final words. let this be a curse for this so-called wizard of happiness. ]
She'll-- She'll come for you... If nothing else...
[ god, he cannot believe that he's going to put it all on chiaki with his last breath. but one thing's for sure - obsessive types like that will find a way somehow. he would know. of course he would.
and... maybe this was all a dream. if izumi thinks real hard he could wake himself up from this living nightmare and find himself back in florence again, ready to take on a busy day now that he'll be taking care of leo from now on. surely, if he slowly closes his eyes and let go of natsume's wrist to reach out to the light, then leo will... they will...
meet the silence together. ]
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he keeps squeezes until izumi's grip loosens and the words he'd been cursing him with fade into the buzz of his mind; he keeps squeezing until the buzz drops sharply into the silence of the hallway, and his hands fall away. natsume blinks once, twice, three times, and swears under his breath as he backs off. there wasn't— he didn't—
but he did. )
I'm going to be SICK, ( he mumbles softly, and he forces himself up; with cat-like grace he peeks into 2-D and drags the three bodies in once he's sure it's clear. up goes the window, up goes the screen. the two students - yearmates, he feels like he recognizes them a little from passing in the hall, in that vague way you know someone's existence but nothing really about them - go out first, and if they weren't dead before (they weren't, he could feel them stirring, but we don't have time to unpack all of that right now) then without a doubt the fall from the third floor, unable to brace themselves, can help that along.
he hesitates on izumi, propping him up against the windowsill. )
...SorRY, ( softer still. easier, though, this time. she'll come for you, the words surface again, and he maneuvers izumi's corpse out the window with all his might.
he washes his hands. he takes the gun and the pieces of the toy horse when he's done, and he goes to find lucy to shove his face in her fluffy white fur until he feels better. until he figures out a justification, a reason, to feel better with. )