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With the assembly now over, classes could now begin as intended. The normalcy of the lessons was quite a stark contrast compared to the assembly. If one did not attend the assembly, or simply came to visit afterwards, they would be greeted by what appeared to be a perfectly normal, functional school in a small town in the Japanese countryside.

"Oi, Maya, what did you get for question 3? I can't figure out how to do this damn differential," Kasumi whispered. She wasn't the only one. The teacher set a few questions for the students to do while she prepared the next lesson. In fact, a low murmur could be heard in the room, with students helping each other out. It was quite a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

"For the 5th time, just use the damn quotient rule, the teacher even wrote it on the board," Maya replied.

The maths class, and pretty much the rest of the day went by very quickly; with everyone either on their way to partake in club activities, or the students that didn't join any clubs, such as Kasumi, went home. It was a beautiful afternoon. Perfect for outdoor activities, yet Kasumi was soon to find out that this day was to be her last. When she got home, her parents were waiting for her in the living room.

"Hey mom, hey dad, why are you both home so early? Did something happen?" She asked, genuinely perplexed as to how they managed to get off work at 3.

"Kasumi..." Her mom said softly. "We received a call from your school. We are extremely proud of how you saved your principals life, however after discussing the matter with the rest of the staff, he requested that you commit seppuku in private,"

Her father had a blank expression. He said nothing.

Kasumi's heart sank. She felt a strange, tight sensation in her chest, as she began to tear up.

Her father finally spoke, "I will be your second. It is best to get it done now. Waiting will only make you feel even worse," his voice filled with sorrow.

As her father stood up, and went to get his katana, she hugged her mother for the last time. Her mother then took a hairband, tying her hair up, revealing the back of her neck - a target for her father to aim for. Her parents had already prepared a mat and dagger for her. She sat down, taking the dagger and placed the tip close to her left hip. Her mother watched with tears in her eyes, as Kasumi slowly pushed the blade into her stomach. She froze from the pain. Tears flowed freely, as she looked back up to her mother. Seeing her daughter frozen like this, she moved in to assist.

"Kasumi, look at me. Don't look down," she said, placing a hand over Kasumi's, as she jerked the dagger to her daughters right hip as hard as she could. Kasumi barely managed to hold back a scream. Her belly, her fit, flat tummy that she was so proud of, was now torn open. She felt a strange bloated sensation, and a searing pain along the wound. She bit her tongue, trying to hold back her tears, trying to stop herself from letting out a cry of pain.

"Kasumi, bend forward, and relax your belly. You need to let your intestines flow out," Her mother said, gently stroking her daughters cheek.

Kasumi obeyed, and with a sickening slop, her entrails began to gush out of the wound, now aided by gravity. She felt sick, as if she would puke, and worse still, as if she was on the verge of shitting herself. Luckily, her father was at the ready. All she needed to do, was raise her head slightly, giving him an easy target to aim for. Rather unluckily for her, her father was preoccupied with crying to be able to aim carefully. As he swung his sword, he managed to hit her shoulder, making a massive gash along her upper back. This time, she could not contain her screams. She let out a blood-curdling screech, as her father tried again. This time, he hit his mark, the katana slicing through her neck, cleanly beheading her. Her body twitched once, then went limp. Her head fell into a cradle of entrails. A gruesome, and undeserved end to a girl who had already redeemed herself.

The following day, Laura and Maya were shocked at Kasumi's absence. Their teacher only said that she had transferred to a different school, refusing to disclose any more information. Asking other students also lead them nowhere. No one had known what had happened to Kasumi. They refused to believe she had simply left without telling them, but they could do nothing about it just yet. They were still in school, and they still had to organize a class camping trip to a nearby river; something that Kasumi first suggested a few weeks back.

"So, who's bringing what again? Also, did everyone get permission from their parents?" Maya asked. She was always very careful at planning, and this event was no different. She would leave nothing to chance.

"My mom already got the food part sorted, so don't worry about that, but everyone does need to get permission. The last thing we want is someone being forced to commit seppuku for running away from home or some shit. Oh, and bring your swimsuits!" Laura added excitedly.

The others who were interested listened with some disinterest. They already got permission a while back, and many of them would bring snacks with them as an extra. The only thing left to do at this point was to just wait for the weekend and go, and honestly, the week couldn't end soon enough. Everyone was looking forward to this trip, this would be the best chance to go wild, do things they normally wouldn't be able to do, and best of all, find new, innovative ways to gut themselves.

"Oi, Ayase, stop checking out our asses and help us set the tents up!" One of the girls yelled out.

Ayase, who was completely blanked out, in her own little world, ignored her classmate. She was too busy probing her belly button with a twig to bother helping her friends. She loved the idea of disembowelment, but to her a dagger was taking the easy way out. The boring way out. There had to be more interesting ways one could do themselves in, right? As she was pondering this rather pointless topic, a brilliant idea struck her. After everyone ate, they were planning on playing truth or dare, and she remembered asking if any dare is fair game; even suicide. The answer? Yes, provided it was suicide by disembowelment. She would have a lot of fun tonight, whether its herself, or someone else who has to die, she could barely contain her excitement.

Laura's mom really went all out with the food. It took two people to carry the cool boxes she packed full of ready to barbecue meat and veg. The others, as agreed, brought drinks, some where even non-alcoholic. As for Ayase, she brought some of the camping equipment, and a camera to record the bloodshed that would no doubt occur later tonight.

Laura was completely smashed. She drank nearly half a bottle of whiskey. Maya had the other half. In their alcohol induced stupor, the two retreated to their tent for a night of wild, drunk, lesbian sex. The others, who were either sober, or too drunk to even move, stayed to play spin the bottle. Ayase, who didn't touch a drop of alcohol, was already planning out her colleagues, or possibly even her own suicide. She was more than prepared for it, if the circumstances arose.

"Alrighty, I'll spin first, 'kay?" Ayase chirped. She felt a familiar warmth in her loins. She spun the empty bottle of sake, eagerly awaiting to find out who her victim would be. It landed on, of all people, on the class president. A quiet, and stern girl, who could only be described as a traditional Japanese beauty. The class president twirled her long, jet black hair in her fingers.

"I choose dare," She announced, with a lax expression.

"Perfect. This couldn't get any better," Ayase thought. She also had the perfect, unique, way for the class president to gut herself.

"I dare you to disembowel yourself," Ayase said, pausing briefly before continuing, "without using a knife. I want you to gut yourself using a tree".

Without saying a word, the class president stood up, unbuttoned her shirt, baring her soft, pale belly, and knotted it up, just below her breasts. She looked around slowly, her mind racing to try and figure out just how she would manage to accomplish such a strange, and interesting dare. Then, something caught her eye. She moved to a large birch tree, noticing a stump left by a broken branch quite low down, around the same level as her crotch. The stump was about 3 inches long, and about an inch in diameter, with the end being horribly splintered and sharp. She knelt down, to get a closer look. Touching the tip, it felt sharp, but also fragile. No doubt she would get a bellyful of splinters if she was to simply ram her tummy onto the stump.

"Am I to split open my belly completely, or will a wound large enough for me to remove my bowels with be sufficient?" The class president asked, without a change in tone.

"As long as your guts are out, I couldn't care less," Ayase replied, readying her camera, and herself.

The class president stood up, and sized up the stump once more. She placed both hands on the tree, and brought her navel up to the sharp end of the stump. She began gyrating her hips, as the sharp splinters were slowly being shaped into a makeshift spearhead by her navel. Blood trickled out, as stray splinters punctured the soft, sensitive flesh near her belly button. She could now feel a prickling sensation in the pit of her navel. It was time. She stopped gyrating her hips, instead starting to slowly roll her belly, slowly pushing the stump into her stretched out belly button. Each time her she rolled her belly, the prickling sensation got more and more intense, eventually turning into a sharp, burning feeling. She moved her belly faster, and faster, as blood began to seep out of her belly button onto the soft forest floor below. She brought her belly back once again, and this time pushed with her hips, and pulled herself with her arms. She fully impaled her navel on the broken branch stump. Her breathing now erratic, her body covered in sweat. She looked towards Ayase, and smiled weakly. Gathering her strength, she jerked her body to the right as hard as she could. A horrendous sound, that of flesh tearing, and wood snapping was heard. The dried leftover branch now sat in her mutilated navel. She managed to slowly walk over to Ayase, dropping to her knees in front of her.

"Gut me," She said weakly, as she lay down, her hands behind her head, legs stretched out.

Ayase couldn't resist. She adjusted the camera, and quickly got down to business. She grabbed the piece of wood, now stuck in the class presidents belly button, and began moving it around. The class president twitched from pain. Not satisfied, Ayase pushed down, enticing a scream from the usually quiet and collected class president. She began moving the wood up and down, in and out. The squelching sounds of the class presidents guts as she did so only encouraging her to keep going, harder and faster. The class president was in a world of hurt; and only now regretting her decision to follow through with such an absurd request. However, it was too late for regret now, all that was left was to die with honor, to die disemboweled.

Ayase finally pulled out the wood from the class presidents navel, causing blood to surge out for a brief moment. She brought her head close to the wound, inspecting it carefully. She smiled, and looked up at the class president, before digging in. She started licking, biting and sucking on the torn flesh of her victims belly button. Her tongue lapped around the massive hole in the poor girls belly, as she sucked on a loop of entrails that had poked out. The sucking soon turned into biting. Then tearing. Ayase went berserk. She used her hands to rip open the wound, as she tore the class presidents guts out with her teeth. It was like a scene straight out of a horror film. The class president watched in silence, as her midsection was being torn to shreds. As luck would have it, Ayase managed to bit a bit too hard, puncturing the class presidents small intestine in her mouth, releasing its bile. She gagged.

"Oh god, what the fuck. Did I just get shit in my mouth?"

She left the class president, to rinse her mouth. The poor girl barely had the strength to move. She would be dead within the hour, most likely from severe blood loss. Sooner, if someone was merciful enough to end her suffering.

"P-please... Kill, me," She begged.

Her plea's for mercy, were not heard. The others had assumed she was dead. She was too far from the campfire to be clearly seen, and the forest was by no means quiet at night. She would suffer, and die alone. However, to her, she had upheld her honor. She took solace knowing that while she had suffered, and will still suffer for a while more, her death, her assisted suicide, was worth it.

Ayase meanwhile, had an itch in her belly only one thing could cure.

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As promised, traditional seppuku, (with a slight twist), and a rather unconventional take on self-disembowelment, combining seppuku, belly-dancing, and a tree.

Next up, some high-tech hara kiri, courtesy of Ayase.