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The girl known for her apathy found herself sneaking back into Hibusa High in the pitch dark. Well, 'sneaking' might not be the right word. She wasn't being cautious at all in her slow climb over the gate, nor her ascent up the ladder at the back of the building. There was no reason to be since any cameras or mogalls watching would catch her regardless. Even in the best of times she wouldn't care if she was seen or not, so hiding out of sight like a hunting snake was pointless.

When she reached the top, her body's owner appeared from behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. The girl didn't react.

[color=0072bc]"Hey, Zassou. I know you're part of the delinquent club and all, but breaking into the school isn't your style."[/color]

Zassou...? Oh. [color=00aeef]"Mm. Weed. Because flower. That makes sense."[/color] The girl now christened 'Zassou' didn't respond to the comment any further. She walked to the westernmost railing and sat on the roof with her back to the weathered metal. Her head was hung as she stared at her feet.

[color=00aeef]"... I don't know what to do."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"That's not exactly out of the ordinary. But I'll tell you what to do. Accept death. Find peace."[/color] Tsubomi appeared next to Zassou and leaned down, face to face with her. [color=0072bc]"Disappear quietly."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Mm. I meant with the club. Trying to stay out of their way caused them trouble."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Not that you feel bad about it. So why the confusion?"[/color] Tsubomi stood back up from her leaning position. 

[color=00aeef]"If I go away, are you still going to be in the club?"[/color]

Tsubomi sighed at the weed's question. [color=0072bc]"I doubt I really have a choice, at least until Rei graduates or something. She's too strong to get out from under, and too strong to risk manipulating. So yes, I'll probably end up as part of your little club."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Mm."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"Look. You can't hide shit from me. I know what you're thinking, so let me tell you something. You don't have a lot of time left, so spend it wisely. Decide if you care about anything, and what you care most about. Would you rather spend the last of your time doing stuff for the girl who could easily kill you, or doing stuff for the girl you'd easily get killed for?"[/color]

Zassou blinked. 'The girl you'd die for'? Who? As she was trying to think of who Tsubomi meant, a memory surfaced.

A boy stood in front of Zassou. In one hand he held Roche by the neck, and in the other a handgun. To be honest, it was hard to tell what kind of gun it was, because the boy had massive fucking [s]tits[/s] pectorals. Why the word "pectorals" came to her mind when she saw them, she wasn't sure. What she was sure of was that the boy was talking, saying things, evident by the moving of his mouth, though Zassou couldn't hear him. He seemed to finish speaking because he pointed the gun at her. She blinked, and the boy changed, becoming blurry. So she rubbed her eyes to try to bring him into focus, and it worked, but now the boy was Suki? And she was still pointing the gun at her. Oros, oh, Suki transformed apparently, was now shouting about something. Zassou checked her ears and tried to unclog them, but she still couldn't hear anything. The gun was shaking, but Oros lowered it as she stopped shouting. Suki, who was back to her normal form, seemed to say something under her breath. Then she put the gun to her temple, and -

And Zassou moved. She moved without a single thought, faster than even when she was fighting the pirates after waking up from this dream. She managed to push Suki back just as she pulled the trigger, the bullet tearing through Zassou's skull in place of hers. She fell forward, slumping against Suki's front as she caught herself on her back foot from Zassou's shove. The apathetic girl could feel the warmth of her blood cascading from the wound, but she didn't feel any pain. It was just a dream, after all. Just a memory of a fleeting hallucination.

Zassou's eyes opened. Oh. That's what Tsubomi meant. She hadn't remembered the end of that dream until now, not since it happened. 

The girl in control of Tsubomi's body stood and turned to lean on the railing, staining her sleeves with rust. Only two thoughts rattled around in her mind. Maybe it was for the best, she decided as she slowly climbed over the railing. It seemed that she had some form of care for Suki. Maybe that was why. If she went away, would Tsubomi be nice to her? She wasn't sure. Her eyes drifted downward towards the ground far below, and she stopped moving. Wasn't it rude to enter a new place with your shoes on? She didn't want to start off on a bad foot, so to speak, if she wound up somewhere else. Nor get dirt on the carpet of the next world. So she turned around to climb back over the railing.

Zassou wasn't sure why Tsubomi didn't try to stop her. She reached down to untie her shoes just as the other girl started to speak.

[color=0072bc]"What, did you expect me to say something like, 'oh no! Don't do it, please!'?"[/color] Tsubomi asked, voice dripping with mockery and venom. She wore a malicious grin as she watched Zassou step out of her shoes and place them next to the rust covered railing.

The weed crawled back over the guardrails and stood on the edge of the rooftop. She glanced back at Tsubomi, then upwards to the night sky. The stars were pretty, clear as day in the darkness. Even the moon shone beautifully, seeming to hold its breath as it watched. She looked down one more time, the closed her eyes and stepped forward once.

...

Zassou awoke to pain as light pierced through her eyelids, her back against the metal bars she remembered climbing. The sun was rising slowly, soon to be high enough to be hidden behind the darkened clouds that covered the sky. She looked up just in time to be hit in the face by the first raindrops, as if the world was crying for her fall.

The girl looked at the roof below her as she went to stand. Huh. That was odd. Her shoes were still on. She stood still a moment as the unpleasant scent of rain engulfed her and her clothes became soaked through. It wouldn't last all day, but neither would it wash away her troubles. Zassou took one last look at the railing behind her, soon to be rusted further, and decided that she need to write a letter. Two, at that. 

And as thunder boomed through the air, the sky giving its disapproval of her choices, she decided that she should get some ice cream.