Just a little request someone asked for. The premise is a 3 way fight of Yandere goodness over everyone's favorite OC moeblob.
 
 
 
 
 
        The warm summer sun doesn’t make it any easier to stay awake. Despite the good-looking food in front of her, Suzu’s eyes begin to droop and she rests her head against the chain-link fence bounding the roof. “Not until you eat your lunch, gaylord!” She feels a sharp prod in her side as Miki pokes her with her bandage wrapped stump. “Emi went through all this trouble to make you lunch, and you want to pass out in the middle?” She flashes a wry smile. “WAHAHA~! If Succhan won’t eat her food, then I will!” The girl with the bouncy pink drills pauses to take another bite of her food. Misha had begun eating lunch on the roof occasionally after summer break, as Student Council work began to wind down. She daintily balances a lunchbox on her knees as she rests on the roof.  Emi barely stifles a giggle as she watches, eating her own food rather quickly. “Oh, it’s not a big deal. That just means leftovers.” Suzu only nods as their efforts fail, and she closes her eyes. Everyone grows quiet as the soft, rhythmic breathing is the only audible noise.
        Emi lets out a long sigh as she closes the lid on her lunchbox and gently retrieves her sleek pair of combat prostheses from the carry-bag. “I think for everyone’s sake we can agree on the same rules as last time? Nothing above the neck?” She gives Misha an evil grin as she straps them onto her stumps. “We wouldn’t want our princess here to have her hair ruined.” Miki nods in agreement, strapping a punching dagger to her stump. “WAHAHA~! Good! Before we did that, it took me days to fix my hair.” She turns to Emi, smile unwavering.  “And at least I’m not a two-bit hooker who likes to get it in the track shed!” Emi giggles in response, though unlike her previous one, it is filled with a murderous intent instead of mirth. Misha stands, revealing the massive bronze maul she’d stashed in her purse.
        The three girls move clear of the lunch area, brushing the dust from their skirts. As she slides the last of her knives onto her belt, Miki smiles gaily. “Well, I suppose that means everyone is ready?”  The trio only nod as they take a combat stance. Less than a second later, Emi has launched Misha to the other end of the roof with a sudden flying kick. She lands with a muffled “Oomph!” as she hits the cement. Sensing an opening, Miki jabs at Emi’s petite midsection with her katar, only to have the low strike knocked away by her legs. They pause for an instant, sizing each other up, before closing in on each other with a flurry of blows. Emi manages to break away, barely keeping Miki’s furious assault from taking off one of her prostheses. As she catches her breath near the door to the stairwell, she fixes Miki with a furious glare. “You’ve learned since last time. Finally decide to become competent?” Miki just smiles as she adjusts the strap keeping her weapon attached.
        Emi rolls her neck with a satisfying crack. “Well, it’s not as though it matters. Second on the track team, second in this too.” This time her quip is met with a trio of throwing daggers from Miki’s belt. She manages to lithely duck beneath two of them, but the third scrapes along her palm as she drops. The knife sticks into the plaster behind Emi. She gasps, bringing her hand up to her mouth. As she sucks lightly on the blood, she begins to back slowly into the stairwell.  Miki only watches with feigned disinterest, flipping her last dagger over in her good hand. As soon as Emi bolts down the stairs, she follows.
After a few minutes, two blurred figures burst from the school’s downstairs exit and bolt across a field towards the auxiliary building. Emi slams up against the metal door, finding it locked. She turns suddenly, as a leering Miki continues to play with her throwing dagger. “Out of room to run, track star?” Miki giggles. She brings her arm up to loose the dagger.
        “WAHAHA~!” From above, the husky form of Shiina Mikado lands bodily on Miki, nearly taking her head clean off with a strike from her maul. Misha puts her foot on the dying Miki’s chest for leverage as she wrenches the heavy weapon back into a fighting stance. “Forget about me, Emmchan?” She smiles evily. Pieces of brain shake from the weapon’s flat face as she turns. Emi doesn’t hesitate as she activates her energy legs, giving the metal door a solid kick and sending it flying across the indoor pool. She jumps inside as Misha strikes laterally across the entrance, and makes a running backflip across to the other side of the pool. Misha strides in confidently, resting her maul on the concrete floor with a dull thud. Emi, panting from the exertion, brings her head back up towards Misha. “Heh. I’m impressed you could even keep up with us. You could stand to lose a few pounds.” Emi glances down at her legs, and flips the final switch. The transformation process begins. Misha raises an eyebrow. “Ooh, that’s new. I guess I’ll need to pull out all the stops, huh?” She throws her maul aside, and it splashes into the pool. Her head lowers as though in prayer. “I am the bone of my drill…”
        A sandal. Wait, what? A sandal? Suzu opens her eyes blearily. Prodding her knee at a steady rhythm is a sandaled foot, which further inspection shows it as belonging to one Tesuka Rin. “Hello.” says Rin. Barely stifling a yawn, Suzu replies “Hey there.” She takes a quick glance around at the abandoned lunchboxes. “Uh. Where is everyone?” Rin continues to stare dreamily at Suzu’s knee. “Oh. Well, Emi kicked Misha over to the other end of the roof, and then Miki threw some daggers at Emi, and then they ran to the pool.” Suzu silently curses herself for expecting a straight answer. “Right. Uh, I know it may be a bit to ask, but do you think you can come with me back down? Stairs and I… they don’t mix too well.” Rin stops staring at her knee long enough to answer. “I don’t know why you would mix stairs and people. It’s not like mixing paint. Ok, I’ll help you.” Suzu climbs to her feet, awkwardly leaning on the armless figure of Rin as they walk along the roof. “Thanks, Rin. I really appreciate it. It sucks to wake up alone sometimes, you know?” Rin only smiles to herself.