[🎶] '' cold as ice '' || fubuki s.

Chapter 2.13 (29)

This is it... Friday night.

I get to show the monster who ruined my life of such a happy child.

Yes, I am very sad. But what's the point on feeling blue? And besides, don't cry over spoilt milk. It's a waste of time.

But, you know, you always need that cry of a shoulder whenever you're feeling overloaded with tears of emotion and can't stop it because of all the chaos and mess you made.

Us, the soccer team, got access to go backstage. Why? I never knew the real reason, but I've heard that majority of the soccer mates was included in the play, leaving the minority of players in the backstage.

"Thank you for helping me so much, guys. I really appriciated it."

I said as both boys nodded in sync, making me turn to the computer, mechanics and tech behind me. I stretched my hands, cracking some of the fingers while in the process.

"Let's see what I've learned from my parents."

I whispered, smirking as I began typing on the computer, phone in pockets.

"Y/n, please do hurry up," my boyfriend warned as he looked at the crowded area with bright lights and new faces. "The play's about to start. Very soon."

I nodded, continuing to hack into the devices I had on the table...

"There we go!" I said in excitment as I unmuted the sounds and turned on the monitor, turning to my phone and plugging into the computer in front of me.

"12... 11... 10..." Shirou was counting quietly, getting worried as the monitor didn't show anything from my phone. "5... 4..." I found a plug, conecting it to the monitor and..."1,"

The crowd was now silent and the screen was blank, no lights were on and it was just pure silence... until...

"She's just so sneaky!" A picture and the voice of Ms. A/t/n was coming from the speakers and monitor, forcing everybody to watch. "I think she knows our plan, I don't know where she lives and I've already killed her parents." Some gasps can be heard from the crowd, waiting for Ms. A/t/n to react.

And as some of the classmates started getting into conclusions, theories, and their thoughts they wonder why this peice is showing on the screen. "Yes, her file name is L/n Y/n. Yeah, she's the girl with h/l, h/c hair and e/c-colored eyes." A pause was made. No, I didn't stop recording there. "The task on killing Y/n is hard, Ms--." The phone call and so as the recording stopped.

Again, nobody knows me except as the new backstabber because I got along with the brother's so quickly. You see, Atsuya's slightly aggresive and Shirou is distant and shy for at least an hour. I don't know... me and the brothers probably just got a connection.

I don't know what though...

Date: January 27-28, 2020

Words: 296