Another dream

Lying in my bed, the earlier battle played over and over in my head. My daggers slicing upwards, in an attempt at taking my classmate's life, and the resulting lifeless body falling to the ground.

Seeing Arthur's pale face lying on the ground, sensing the looks from my surroundings, and knowing that all I could feel was a sense of satisfaction was scary, unfathomable even.

Cold sweat started to cover my back, and my thoughts went wild.

'I almost killed him... I would have taken another person's life, and I didn't care. Am I broken? Did I really go insane? What would Misa say if she knew? Would she leave me? Am I destined to be alone now? Did I manage to lose everything in my path to experience truly experience what life could give?'

Incredible angst, sorrow, and worry were planted in my head. Not even the principal's words could save me from myself right now.

After my talk with my master, I had gotten sent back to my apartment. Apparently, the other students had continued the rankings when they got to know that Arthur would be okay, but I wasn't allowed to do so. It appeared that none of my classmates wanted me to participate anymore, even though it was an accident caused by a faulty artifact.

Thus, I was alone, stuck with my self-deprecating thoughts and anxiety.

What would happen now? Was there any chance for me to get along with my friends again? Would they ever look at me like they used to?

Questions kept piling up in my mind, but there were no answers to be found, only assumptions.

At some point, my head had gotten too exhausted to continue, and I fell asleep.

****

I saw myself again, this time clad in green leather armor slumped down on the floor. In front of me, James was standing with Thomas, both looking down at me with different expressions.

James had a face filled with sorrow and pity, almost appearing to be on the verge of tears but trying his best to hold on strong.

Thomas, on the other hand, wore a devilish smirk, his long blonde hair falling over his face a bit.

A face devoid of any semblance of sympathy, in contrast, he appeared to enjoy the situation.

At a closer look, I was covered in blood, and in my arms lay a woman, with her dark hair reaching the floor. It was Misa.

A hoarse voice came out from me, "Why?"

No answer from the men standing at the side, and as a response, my body was covered in purple lightning.

*Crackle!*

I stood up, with purple tendrils of electricity dancing around my body.

"Why the fuck did she have to die?! What did she do?! Wasn't I me who you wanted to kill?!"

Finally, Thomas stepped up, "She was in the way. If you only turned yourself in, this wouldn't have happened. There is no one to blame but yourself."

Screaming, I retorted,

"BULLSHIT! YOU WANTED THIS! YOU FUCKERS STARTED ALL THIS, AND NOW YOU WANT TO BLAME ME?! FUCK YOU!"

In an instant, I used my step and was in front of Thomas. With bursting thunder, I slashed with Khanda. Before he could even react, his head was rolling on the ground.

Turning my head to my former friend, I spoke,

"Are you happy now?! Is this what you wanted?! For some stupid reason to save the world from dangers that don't even exist!"

"Miren..."

His eyes filled with tears, and he tried to reach out to me.

"Shut up."

I instantly made him close his mouth.

"If it weren't for you being my friend before, I would have sliced your throat already. Shut the fuck up and leave."

He held his tongue and his gaze went between the head of his instructor and me.

"Fine... I'll leave... But Miren..."

Irritated by him continuing the meaningless conversation, I spat out, "What?! Are you deaf?"

Standing his ground, he let out a question, "What will you do now?"

"What will I do now, you ask?"

Turning my back to him, I lifted the body of Misa and started to walk away.

"I'll do what everyone wanted me to do. Kill."

****

*Gasp!*

I woke up, clearly remembering the dream that had just been shown to me.

'What the fuck are these dreams?! Is that really going to happen? Who are the people responsible for Misa's death, and what did James have to do with it?'

Another dream, causing another set of questions.

They were too specific and held too much clarity to just be nightmares, but there was no explanation for me having the ability to see the future.

*Knock, knock, knock*

'Who is that?'

Interrupted by the sound of someone outside my door, I quickly got out of bed, put on a set of training wear, and made my way there.

Opening the door, I was met by a large man that I was very well acquainted with.

Wearing his signature suit, Mike bowed his head,

"I'm sorry!"

Tilting my head a bit at his sudden outburst, I asked him, "Sorry for what?"

Still holding his head down, although it made him almost look straight at me, he continued,

"For our reactions yesterday! There are no excuses for our behavior, it should have been obvious that there was something wrong with the artifact. Please forgive us!"

I scratched my head a bit, almost embarrassed by his genuine appearance.

"It's fine... I already talked to the principal yesterday, so I already know. I'm just happy that Arthur is alive."

My emotional teacher finally raised his head, and put on a slight smile, "I see... Well, then I guess I'll let it go."

That's when I noticed something in his hand, a bag of some sort. Noticing my gaze, he explained,

"Oh, this? This is your suit, I came by to give you it before tonight."

'Before tonight? Oh, right... The celebration...'

Was there any reason for me to even attend? I had only participated in a single match, and we all know how that one went down. I made an attempt to get out of the situation,

"Do I have to?"

"Yes."

A short and clear answer, showing no openings for discussion.

Still, I didn't see a point. Who would even want to socialize with me? After yesterday, I had completely lost any sort of hope of getting along with my peers. The thought about their looks still lingered in the back of my head.

"But why? There is no reason for me to be there..."

He placed his hand on my shoulder, covering it completely, and put on a stern face,

"Miren, you are going to attend. It's a tradition which has been around for many years, and it will be a good opportunity for you to see the other class as well. I understand how you feel. You might not be wrong to think that your classmates might have some conflicting feelings about you, but you will still be one of my students for the next few years. They have also gotten the correct information, they know it wasn't your fault."

With a sigh, I accepted the circumstances, "Haaa... Fine, I get it. So, where is it?"

The venue for our celebration had yet not been disclosed. It seemed to be a matter of security as it could be said to be a perfect event for a demon or terrorist to strike. It was a fact that killing off the potential of the district would deal a massive blow to the nation.

My teacher's smile came back, wider than ever, "Great! We will be transporting students there one by one through a portal. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you the actual location. Now, I'll come to get you personally later and we can go together! I'll send you a message on your device in a couple of hours."

Concluding our conversation, he handed me my suit and left.

I went back to my small living room and opened the bag. Inside was a completely white suit, accompanied by a blood-red tie.

Putting it on, it was flashy. Way too flashy for an orphan like me, but when I fixed my hair, brushing it up and back on my head, I couldn't be said to be anything but handsome. An extremely handsome young man, just a lot smaller than others.

Having nothing else to do, I awaited the message by meditating a bit, trying to refrain from thinking about the day before, as well as what the night would bring.

'I just hope that the dreams are just dreams...'