Aftermath  

"Everyone be nice to our new transfer student Akira, okay?" Introducing me to the rest of the class, Miss Yuuko pointed towards an empty desk for me to sit down on.

Perhaps it had been a cosmic joke, but the seat I was given was my very own that had allegedly been left empty since nobody wanted to sit on the spot of a dead guy. Much like mine, the seat next to me which once belonged to Satori was empty as well. Not only that, the class felt a lot less lively with plenty of students having dropped out after the series of suicides by Satori and me.

'Who would want their kid in such a school knowing what happened to their fellow classmates after all?' Understanding the concern of their parents I could relate to them to a certain level.

However, what I was more concerned about was the lack of Hero, and his gangs, as well as Akane who was supposed to be running track every morning. Upon my arrival, the open tracks were the first thing I checked, and although plenty of other students were present there, Akane wasn't one of them.

'Last time I saw her, I fainted on the spot so maybe it's not such a bad thing she's not here for now?' Hoping she was okay, I decided to focus on Miss Yuuko's lecture instead.

Unlike before, I couldn't bring myself to focus on what she was teaching. Especially since every time I looked at her, I was reminded of how she could've easily stopped so much tragedy had she put her son on a leash. Glaring at her face, I scanned her just like I'd done with Saki and soon enough a list of information about her was revealed to me in a neon-lit ethereal box visible only to me.

"Hmm? What are you up to?" Floating right by my head, Mizuki leaned forward with her head resting over her hands. Looming in mid-air as if she were lying on a couch, she rummaged through the information as well.

Subject Name: Yuuko Fujita

Current Mood: Focused

Love meter rating: +4

Regular Stats: -

Age: 34

Relationship: Married

Abilities: Linguistics

Likes: Being alone, silence, teaching

Dislikes: Loud places, Hero Fujita -(Son), Hajime Fujita -(Second husband)

Favorite Person: None

Secrets: Son's Deviancy, Fears Husband

Sexual Stats: **Locked** -(Required love meter rating +8)

Please increase your love meter rating with the subject to reveal more information!

'She hates her son and husband?' Out of all the information, the fact that she defended her son despite not liking him was the most shocking to me.

"She's already at plus four, meaning she likes you," beaming a smirk, Mizuki floated off toward Miss Yuuko. "I wonder what made a teacher love you so much on your first day? Care to take a guess? Ehehe…"

'Physical attraction? I can't think of any other reason.' With a nod from Mizuki to my mental reply, my suspicions were confirmed. 

"Wonder why she fears her husband though, or why she hates her son even though she defended him," Mizuki blurted out, floating uncomfortably close to Yuuko's body. Thankfully, nobody else could see her, or her zooming around her frame would've definitely caused a load of ruckus. "Say…You wanna take revenge on that Hero guy, right?"

Flying towards my bench again, Mizuki sat down on my desk with her legs spread on both ends of my body. Being so close to her, I could smell the leather on her jacket as well as something far more elusive yet captivating. Her question slipped my mind as the scent took hold of me. Gawking her light blue skin around the exposed belly button, my body flared a carnal desire that urged me to touch her.

"Oi oi…" Right as my fingers grew closer, she grabbed my hand and clutched it tight. "I may be half succubus, but I don't like to be touched just as much as you don't."

Her complaint reminded me of my instinctive reaction when Saki first tried to touch me. For whatever reason, my body had grown hypersensitive to other people's touch ever since my aunt drugged me and did what she did later that night. Even the very thought of letting someone like Sakura or her friend shake my hand felt disgusting enough to make me feel like puking.

'Hopefully, I'll grow out of it.' More than anything it made me anxious, anxious that the other person was gonna use me for my body.

"Again, do you want your revenge or not? I have a good idea what to do if this bitch's scared of her husband and hates her son," Mizuki asked again.

'Sure, I want that, but maybe not so quick. We need some time to gather more intel first.' Just like solving an equation, you first need all the possible formulas and theorems to find the right answer. In my case, we had to find out more about what had transpired after my death and what were the bullies and their girlfriends up to at the moment.

Without realizing the time, I heard the recess bell ringing. Lost in my thought I never noticed that multiple lectures had gone by and a handful of teachers had cycled through our class to give out their lectures.

"Time to look around," I muttered to myself as I got out of my desk.

"Sure go ahead, I'll wander the school feed on depressed students in the meantime, maybe even gather some Malice for us to buy food," landing on her feet, Mizuki waved at me and headed right for the classroom door.

'What the hell is Malice?' Although I knew she feeds on negative emotions, how it was connected to gathering this demonic currency was still not clear. Worst of all, she refuses to tell me even though apparently I'll be required to gather heaps of it to create a body for Satori to be revived just like Mizuki had my body made in exchange for Malice. 'That makes me wonder who even made this body? She never mentions the names of any other demons.'

"Aghh…Fuck it for now," with a jerking motion of the hand, I brushed off all those thoughts. "I have better more important stuff to work on right now."

With that said, I headed for the exit to hunt for the Hero and his companions.