Eternal Melody

A terrible fever of thirty-nine degrees. She thought he was unusually warm, but they just did 'that,' so she didn't think much of it. Yuhi-san told her not to bother informing the teachers, but she figured that she ought to at least let Shin know. He didn't want to go to the infirmary, so she was a bit worried about leaving him all alone.

Sumire's gaze dimmed when she heard a pained cry and the sound of several kicks and punches.

So, bullying happens in this school too? To think she has been attending this school for almost a year and hasn't noticed anything. Then again, with Yuhi-san shielding her from everything, naturally, she wouldn't notice.

Aika-chan seems to control the girls who are envious of her; she keeps them in check.

It truly feels like she is being protected; it is strange.

She took a few steps forward and scanned the area; behind a shed, there was a group of people. She could vaguely make out somebody hunched in a ball. But huh? That turquoise-colored hair-

Sumire felt her heart beat increase rapidly. It can't be, can it? But, there is nobody else in the school with that hair color.

She unknowingly increased her footsteps, and it did not take long before she confirmed her thoughts. Sumire raised her voice and called out, earning the group's attention.

"Ibuki?"

"What do you think you're doing?" Sumire repeated her tone deadly.

"What you say? We are just teaching this brat a lesson."

"Right, right. He flirts with women all the time even though he is nothing but a nerd."

"How did something like this become an idol?"

Disgusting, these people are all disgusting. What do they know about Jun-kun?

Ah, quite some time has passed since she last heard it. But it is the voice telling her to destroy, the one telling her to end everything.

A girl with long black colored hair stepped forward and looked at her with a disgusted expression. She turned to the men who beat Jun up and whispered something in their ears.

Eventually, the men turned to her with lewd-looking expressions.

"If you want to save him, you can take his place." They slowly gathered around her.

"Miss, I am actually a huge fan of yours."

"Me too, me too. Perhaps you can provide some fan service?"

Hearing the girl snigger and take out her phone. Sumire had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. They must have taken her silence as an agreement since one of them grabbed hold of her arm. What they didn't notice was her bloodlust. If they realized it sooner, then perhaps they would have avoided it.

The man's arm was on the ground in seconds, and he screamed in pain.

"A knife? Damn bitch."

These people are so silly; do they not do their research? Although the news about her being a member of the underworld is suppressed.

She knew many people still liked to talk about it; word would spread easily. How could they possibly go near a woman rumored to be a underworld member?

But ah, they have no idea at all, do they?

Sumire briefly made eye contact with the black-haired woman; unlike her companions, she seemed angry, not frightened. So, she knew. But she probably thought because of her status as an idol; she wouldn't dare to do anything?

Ha, sometimes her dreams shackle her down. One of the reasons why she never stopped being a member of the underworld is probably this. At least when she is a delinquent, she can do whatever she wants. She is free.

The other men attack her, but she swiftly dodges all their blows. For one, she twisted their arm back as far as it possibly could go and almost ripped it off.

The next one was the one she saw kick Jun-kun's stomach, so she did the very same thing but with more force. The third had above-average looks, so she damaged his precious face. The fourth was the one that looked at her with a lewd gaze, so she made sure he couldn't see anymore.

The next three tried to attack at the same time, but she took them down easily.

"S-she-"

"She is strong-"

"What's wrong with all of you? You can't even handle a little girl."

"Tachibana-san, t-that's enough. Ibuki is different than what you say- if we stay here-"

One of the other girls tried to advise the black-haired woman, but it was no good. That haughty woman was making her way over. Sumire didn't bother waiting for her and appeared directly before her.

"It seems you are the ring leader to this," Sumire said, her tone deadly. "I would like to ask you what Jun-kun did to you, but there is no need. If I hear anything else from you, I will throw up."

She is most likely a puppet leader; somebody else is behind this. They simply took advantage of this woman.

Sumire didn't waste a single movement; a single blow to her stomach caused the girl to fall. But that wouldn't be enough. She grabbed hold of the woman's neck.

"How slender, and you have really long hair. You must take extra care of it." Sumire chuckled. "A girl like you commanding people to do something this vicious?"

"S-shut up. You-You, it's because Jun-sama always looks at you like that."

Ah, could it be? Is this girl one of Jun's fans? This is surprising. This is the first time she has heard of a fan beating up their idol.

Sumire tightened her grip until the girl's breathing became unsteady.

"Guh-m-mo-"

"Yes, I am a monster. But what does that make you? How dare you hurt Jun? You claim to be his fan, but you do this."

It's unforgivable. How could this thing claim to be Jun-kun's fan and hurt him?

'Kill her.'

'It would be easier if you just kill her.'

That's right; there is no use letting people like this live. Why are humans so disgusting? They claim they like somebody, but when that person is hurt, they will not do anything to help them. Instead, they will try to make them even more miserable.

This is why humans are no good. Their words and actions are so fickle that they can easily change their minds. Their like can easily turn into hatred.

How many more does she have to get rid of? How much more blood does she need to shed. These flies and dirty people will keep appearing no matter what she does. The numbers do not diminish.

Her thoughts broke off when somebody grabbed hold of the edge of her shirt.

"S-Sumire-san, you musn't."

It was Jun; he was looking at her with a desperate expression.

"They hurt you. I can't forgive them."

Jun weakly shook his head. "It will hurt me more if you hurt yourself. Please stop."