As soon as the teen left the office, Hibana ambled weakly over to her record player, switching out the earlier record for something else.  When the needle touched the black vinyl, the office was filled with a somber atmosphere, a traditional, yet tragic melody played upon a shamisen.

The woman sighed, abruptly blindsided by a fit of several painful coughs racking her body.  She fell into her chair, just the mere act of crossing the room feeling as though she had run an entire marathon.  Hibana...she couldn't deny it any longer...

She turned her chair to face the window.  The view of the academy was lovely this time of year.  The cherry blossoms were in full bloom all across the campus grounds, the grasses so verdant and vibrant with tiny white and yellow flowers.  The warmth of the early morning sun felt good on her skin, good on her bones aching and shivering.

Hibana sighed taking a drag from her cigarette.  She had made the right choice...hopefully.

[i][color=ec008c]It's no secret...I'm going to burn in Hell for all that I've done, but at least I will rest in peace knowing that my legacy shall continue.[/color][/i]