The door to the classroom opened up slightly and Kazu slipped in.  The teacher glared at him as he walked by.  “You’re late Kazu.”  Kazu responded with a smile “I’m sorry.  I was trying to take a new way to school and I got lost.”  The teacher shrugged “Well you can practice your way to school when you’re suspended.”  “You can’t suspend him for being late Mr. Fujiwara.”  The class turned to see Hikaru standing.  Mr. Fujiwara smiled “Ok then the both of you can pick weeds from the school grounds after school.”  “Ok and you can wake up among thousands of venomous centipedes and hundreds of other venomous insects’ jackass.” Snorted Dash.  “I can pick them on my own.”  Said Kazu, he glanced over his shoulder at Hikaru who was still standing.  “Good” Mr. Fujiwara smiled and returned his gaze to the board “He didn’t learn his lesson did he?”  Dash gave a big devil smile as he began to devise more assination attempts.  Kazu didn’t respond and moved to his seat.  Dash sat at the window waiting for the bell to ring, but before it did an idea hatched and he escaped out the open window.  Kazu looked at him curiously and watched waiting for him to return.  He did minutes later carrying a red centipede.  It was the same type they had used before only this one was much bigger.  Dash slipped through the window and pulled the centipede along the window sill and went to the ground.  He moved along the walls so he wouldn’t draw attention.  He couldn’t be seen but the large centipede could.  When he was close to the teachers’ feet he leapt up onto his shoulder.  Feeling the pressure on his shoulder Mr. Fujiwara turned his head, and Dash pushed the centipede against his neck.  The color drained from his face as the fangs sank in. 

                Kazu watched from the school yard as the ambulance pulled away once again carrying their teacher away in the back.  Just like before Dash laughed hysterically, but that stopped as soon as Kazu bent down and plucked something from among the grass.  Kazu held a small thorny plant in between his fingers.  “You can’t really be planning on doing what that bottom hole said are you?”  Kazu didn’t respond and plucked away one of the thorny barbs.  He hummed a note and plucked another one.  “What the hell are you doing?”  The voice wasn’t from Dash, but rather someone else.  The boy dressed in a black school coat with matching black pants.  He had his black hair parted on both sides.  On his shoulder sat a pitch black silhouette of a humanoid figure with what looked like a spiky head of pitch black hair.  A chill ran up his spin as the air around them turned to ice.  Someone was about to die.