Misunderstood (Byakuya x Makoto) [REWRITING]

Chapter 1

I'm sorry that this chapter is so long!! I wanted to at least get to the part when Makoto screamed and passed out because I thought it would be a good end-off point.

Anyways, yeah this was pretty long and I apologise but I hope you enjoy reading it!

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Makoto POV

That annoying voice which was way too joyful and out of place from the current scenario that he is forcing us to be in, rang a familiar tone in my whoozy head. "Good morning, everyone! It is now 7 a.m. and nighttime is officially over! Time to rise and shine!". Getting up at 7 a.m. every day is a nightmare even though it is essential to our 'school life' as he calls it.

The first thing that came to mind as I sat up from my cozy covers was...if Sayaka was okay.

For a recap for some who may have somehow forgotten, me and Sayaka switched rooms for the night after she was scared from the events that happened before. After someone tried to get into her room and attack her, knocking vigorously on her door, pounding and trying to break in. I couldn't imagine being in her shoes, and the look at her face made my heart drop since she is what seems to be the only friend I have in this hell hole.

However, i'm worried if she likes me... I haven't told her a certain something since I don't know if she'll accept me or not, and she seems to have true feelings for me and i'd hate to know that I hurt someone so close to me. What i'm trying to say is, I'm gay, and I'm worried that if I don't tell her then she'll ask me out, which I don't even want to imagine what I'd do to her by saying no. But then again, I don't want to tell her because she might be homophobic, unlikely as it may seem, meaning I'd lose my only friend.

I shook my head to get the doubtful thoughts to leave my clouded mind to focus on the main problem, is Sayaka okay?

I get out of bed, not changing and staying in the same clothes as I wore yesterday. Yes, I know it's disgusting but when you're in a killing game and you or your friends could die at any moment, the stress sort of clouds your capability of doing things that you do in every day life. Plus it's not like i'll be sat right next to someone since we don't have actual classes, so I don't have to worry about being stinky, yay!

I dashed out the door and into the dining hall to see four people gathered around the large room, Ishimaru, Chihiro, Sakura and Aoi or the 'early birds'. I thought Sayaka would have been here by now, which is where the main source of my anxiety began.

"Hello Makoto, and good morning! Can you believe it? I was the very first one here this morning!" Taka said in his usual enthusiastic tone which he somehow is able to maintain, even this early in the day. I greeted everyone there and waited until the later people came in, or in other words, building up my anxiety while waiting for Sayaka to turn up.

But little did I know how long that would take...

After the next few, Junko, Mondo, Hifumi, Kyoko, Celeste, Leon (and so on), I was practically sweating through my clothes. She would never be this late... would she?

After a few minutes of hellos and small talk I heard someone announce, "Yeah, Sayaka and Byakuya aren't here yet."

Byakuya... the rude and cold Affluent Progeny was late? Doesn't seem like something someone with a super rich familys son would do. Although I guess that could just be me thinking about the stereotypical rich person, how shameful of me.

But it still worried me about the others name... Sayaka. I mean, I would definately put her on the 'model highschooler" category. So for her to be this late...

Just as I began to get lost in my thoughts, the large door opened and walked in the tall blonde. He was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, same glasses, and the same cold face that made my chest feel warm... His bright blue eyes, the small but firm nose, his smooth, warm lips that I wish I could-... wait. What am I thinking?! I can't be thinking about his handome features right now!

Then the main topic ran it's way into my thoughts again, triggering my anxiety and causing me to pick my already short nails.

This means Sayaka was the last one here...

My heart dropped as my mind rummaged around for possibilities of what could have happened.

Was she just taking a shower?

Was she still scared about the night before?

Was she trying to find me around the school?

Was she...

Dead?

The word echoed in my head as I thought I was going to have yet another panic attack. My breathing picked up as I stormed out the room, ignoring the voices of others and not saying a word. I knew exactly where I was going and I was going there in a fast, quick pace. As soon as I reached my dorm door, I placed my fingers on the handle and pulled it down.

The door opened.

She unlocked it? Maybe she was just looking around for me. But she was informed about the meeting time so i'm sure she would have thought to check the dining hall if I wasn't in my room. But when I swung the door open, I saw a sight that made my anxiety rocket sky high. The room had transformed from a formal, expensive and tidy room to what looked like a murder scene from a horror movie. A terrifying horror movie...

I wasted no time in the room, no matter how much my anxiety told me it was best for me to ask someone to come check it out with me. The walls, bed and floor had large, thin, long scratch marks on them from a sharp object like a knife or a sword. The small, circular table had been tipped over, leaning on two legs and the well-cut edge to support it. The sword replica Sayaka told me to bring for defence had been taken out of the sheath, which had been scratched and thrown on the floor.

All these details were around but the one thing that caught my eye was the bathroom which had the door open... surely if she was taking a shower she would have at least closed the door like any normal person would do. But this particular bathroom door was slightly tilted open, and I didn't hear any signs that the shower was on.

I dashed to the door and put my hand on the handle which was suprisingly loose, and forced my arm to pull it open without hesitation, in which I did. But when I did... what I saw was fully expected, but part of me still held onto hope that she was still here, which quickly turned into despair.

Sayaka... the optimistic pop star who I grew to love for her happy smiles that could bring peace to the world, the playful comments which could light up a day of pain and suffering with a single sentence, the happy attitude she committed to everything she was involved in... had been murdered.

A knife was sticking out of her stomach and there was warm, red blood smeared and splattered on the walls around her. Her face was pale and filled with regret and pain which made my chest ache with every breath and heartbeat which to mention, felt like they had stopped.

My friend, my companion... had been murdered.

A screamed howled out of me like water from an overflowing tap as I began to see small black dots. The scream was soul shaking and heart breaking if you knew what I was feeling at the moment. A collision of emotions such as guilt, sadness and rage were surging through my mind, veins and body. As the black dots began to blur my vision, I began to grow tired until soon...

Everything went black.

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