I’m Taking Revenge for My Murdered Classmates Using Weapons Made from Their Souls
Hironobu loomed over me, wholly unrecognizable by now.
Hironobu groaned, dripping saliva all over my face. I lowered my right hand that had transformed into a bazooka.
There’s no way I could shoot someone who, up until now, had been risking his life to protect me.
Time seemed to have slowed down. Hironobu opened his mouth slowly, intent on sinking his teeth into my neck.
I closed my eyes, and scenes from our classroom flooded my mind.
Was this what it was like to have your life flash before your eyes?
I changed the water in the vase and filled it with fresh flowers to bring to the classroom. While this was supposed to be the cleanup committee’s job, it had somehow become my duty.
I loved looking at flowers. Even though they didn’t last very long, they bloomed beautifully throughout their short lifespan.
I saw something in them that I lacked, and it was soothing to look at them every day.
“Um, I brought these. Mind if I put them here with the rest?”
It was in June, before the end of the rainy season, that I found Ryo waiting in the classroom with his arms full of blue hydrangeas. I was usually the first to arrive, but that morning he was already there when I walked in.
“Where’d you get all those flowers?”
“Er, someone gave them to me.”
I knew immediately that he was lying.
The flowers looked like they’d been trampled on, and some of the petals were damaged. Ryo also had several bruises on his face if I looked closely.
“Sure. I’ll arrange them nicely. Do you like flowers, Ryo?”
“I don’t really care for them, but I feel like rooting for them all the same.”
“You can say that again.”
We both burst out laughing.
Later, I found out that Eiko’s group had trampled on those hydrangeas. Ryo had gotten into a fight with them after telling them off.
Come to think of it, Ryo had also confronted them when they teased Daigo.
He didn’t care what happened to himself, but he was always furious when his friends or other living things got hurt. I gradually fell in love with that side of Ryo.
(I wish I’d told him how I felt.)
My final moment was filled with regret. However, the end never seemed to arrive.
My eyes snapped open at the sound of Saburo’s voice.
Saburo was standing between Hironobu and me. It wasn’t just my imagination that things were in slow-motion; Saburo had used his skill.
It was too late. Saburo threw himself at Hironobu, as though locking him in an embrace.
“You did good, Hironobu.”
In reply, Hironobu clamped down on Saburo’s neck.
“No...NO! Why?! Why, Saburo?!”
Hironobu cried tears of blood as he continued to bite Saburo, who was also bleeding profusely from his neck.
“Sh-Shizuka, hurry up and sh-shoot before I change. Please.”
Saburo’s face was growing paler and paler. His eyes were bloodshot, and black tears oozed out from the corners of his eyes.
“Come on, Shizuka! DO IT!!”
“NO! I can’t! Why? WHY did you save me?!”
I buried my head in my hands in despair.
“I-I enjoyed our time together.”
That was the last thing I expected to hear from Saburo, who always seemed rather stand-offish and aloof.
“It was...the first time. That I made any friends. I, I liked spending time with you guys. That’s why...”
Saburo’s body began twitching.
“Y-you need to sh-sh-shoot me. I w-want you to s-survive.”
He was gradually turning into a zombie, and yet...
Saburo still managed to flash a smile at me in the end.