Mahou Shoujo/Shounen★Magica (Role-play)
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Name: Tsukasa Hayane
Sex: Male
Age: 15
Appearance :
with slightly darker hair.
Personality : Carefree and Happy-go-lucky, up until yesterday. Now, he's very cold towards strangers and tends to isolate himself. He would frequently snap at those that talks badly about Ryuya.
City: Osaka
Background : He was just a regular student that lived and studied in Osaka until his best friend died in a freak incident. His friend, Ryuya, died jumping off the roof of Kitano Mall, in what looks like a mass suicide. Everyone believed it to be suicide but Tsukasa knew better. The few hours before the suicide, Ryuya was acting very strange. Tsukasa and Ryuya were just hanging out near around the mall when Ryuya suddenly burst out in tears and apologized repeatedly. Tsukasa had tried to help Ryuya to no avail up until Ryuya's death. Tsukasa believes someone was threatening Ryuya and he won't stop until he finds the culprit.
Sex: Male
Age: 15
Appearance :
Spoiler:
with slightly darker hair.
Personality : Carefree and Happy-go-lucky, up until yesterday. Now, he's very cold towards strangers and tends to isolate himself. He would frequently snap at those that talks badly about Ryuya.
City: Osaka
Background : He was just a regular student that lived and studied in Osaka until his best friend died in a freak incident. His friend, Ryuya, died jumping off the roof of Kitano Mall, in what looks like a mass suicide. Everyone believed it to be suicide but Tsukasa knew better. The few hours before the suicide, Ryuya was acting very strange. Tsukasa and Ryuya were just hanging out near around the mall when Ryuya suddenly burst out in tears and apologized repeatedly. Tsukasa had tried to help Ryuya to no avail up until Ryuya's death. Tsukasa believes someone was threatening Ryuya and he won't stop until he finds the culprit.
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Emi's eyes gradually open, and clarity returns to her mind. Her eyes sting slightly on contact with the morning air, and her vision is covered in blur shapes and colors. She fumbles around, pulling at the sheets while rolling side-to-side in the bed. Not yet fully awake, she unconsciously desires her loved one—she reaches for the body of Varg, seeking his warmth. Her arm outstretches, and her hands feel every edge of the bed. She, upon realizing her loved one was not in the bed, she became crestfallen for a moment. It was disappointing, but this was the same as usual. She knew Varg had to wake early in the morning for his work, so the least she could do was await happily for him to come home. Emi stretches and yawns cutely as she looks to the clock. In bright red numbers, the digital clock read 9:14. Emi scrambles out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom with her legs wobbling, struggling to keep her drowsy mind focused and her sluggish body standing. Inside, she reaches into the shower, grabbing and turning the faucet, allowing the water to run. Emi checks the temperature of the water with her hand after undressing quickly, and jumps in unreservedly, not even bothering to close the door behind her.
Emi finishes cleaning her body in the shower, and steps out of the stall with almost every strand of draped hair dripping water onto the bathroom floor. She scuttles to the mirror above the sink, opens a cabinet, and takes out a hair-dryer from its compartment. As Emi dries her hair, she looks at the clock in the bathroom. The hands indicated approximately 9:30, and Emi sighs in relief. She puts her used clothes in the hamper and scurries into the bedroom, throwing herself on the bed. Now sprawled on the bed, Emi stretches and snuggles into the warm sheets for a few moments, then hops off, walking toward her massive dresser.
"What should we wear today?"
Emi rummages through her clothes, looking through her vast collection of tops and overalls. She goes through her assortments of cute shirts with pretty designs, and eventually, she looks through assortment of dresses. Some were grand, from Sweden; others were cute and frilly, and others were more simple and common.
Eventually, she comes across the black dress she had bought the other day. There was something enchanting about it. She felt drawn to it. An unconscious desire to wear it; an inexplicable affinity toward it.
"I think I'll wear this today...
There's nothing wrong with wearing a dress indoors, she felt. As long as it was comfortable, and she liked it. That was all that mattered.
Emi changes into the dress, and leaves to do her housework.
Emi finishes cleaning her body in the shower, and steps out of the stall with almost every strand of draped hair dripping water onto the bathroom floor. She scuttles to the mirror above the sink, opens a cabinet, and takes out a hair-dryer from its compartment. As Emi dries her hair, she looks at the clock in the bathroom. The hands indicated approximately 9:30, and Emi sighs in relief. She puts her used clothes in the hamper and scurries into the bedroom, throwing herself on the bed. Now sprawled on the bed, Emi stretches and snuggles into the warm sheets for a few moments, then hops off, walking toward her massive dresser.
"What should we wear today?"
Emi rummages through her clothes, looking through her vast collection of tops and overalls. She goes through her assortments of cute shirts with pretty designs, and eventually, she looks through assortment of dresses. Some were grand, from Sweden; others were cute and frilly, and others were more simple and common.
Eventually, she comes across the black dress she had bought the other day. There was something enchanting about it. She felt drawn to it. An unconscious desire to wear it; an inexplicable affinity toward it.
"I think I'll wear this today...
There's nothing wrong with wearing a dress indoors, she felt. As long as it was comfortable, and she liked it. That was all that mattered.
Emi changes into the dress, and leaves to do her housework.
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Words could not describe the excruciating pain.
The numbing shock from the loss had already dissipated long ago; her body screamed at her with full force, with nothing to ease the grieving pain. Her countenance was warped so greatly, clearly exhibiting her suffering. The girl grimaces as she runs; the excruciating pain which throbbed throughout her arm would not ease, slowly tearing at her sanity. She represses an urge to vomit as the pulsating throes shook her body violently. Her head ached. Her mind was filled only with the thoughts of the pain. Panic. This infliction... it was so sudden to her. She had never seen such a terrible happening such as this before, let alone have a first-hand experience. She didn't know how to stop the bleeding. She had no idea how to treat it. She couldn't even imagine how much of her life was fading away with each bright red drop. Even if she did, she did not capacity to think with any clarity, calmness, or rationality with her mind consumed by pain. All she simply knew was that if she stayed in the city, she would soon perish by his hand. There was no doubt he would come to seek her. Fear. Pain. Fear and pain were the two most prominent feelings that mercilessly wracked her mind and body.
The girl could not remember how, when, or why, but she had chosen to run back to her residence, which was located in an affluent district. Her home was a large, grand house that which she lived in with her servants. She opens the front gate, and bangs loudly on the front door with her right hand, while screaming at the occupants inside to open the door. A maid opens the door, and her face fills with shock.
The girl and the maid sit down in a room. The maid had retrieved a medical kit, and was bandaging the girl. Her movements were elegant and meticulous, but her voice had no trace of composure.
"Please! Will you not go see the hospital, madam?"
The pain had heavily strained and stressed the girl's body; her breathing quivers as she shudders with every breath, and her words stutter as she painstakingly forces them from her mouth.
"I...c-can't..."
"Madam! These bandages will only stop the bleeding. If it gets infected, your pain will only worsen."
The girl's body trembled with those words. Pain. More pain. Even more than she felt now? She dared not imagine what it would be like.
"I'm s-sorry...Eurida... I c-can...not s-stay. I-if I do... that man... h-he will... surely... c-come after m-me..."
The maid named Eurida screams. "Who is this man? If he's some stalker, then I'll contact the police!"
"No... you c-can't...."
If the police found her, so would Varg. No place was safe for her.
The maid wishes to question further, but taking the girl's condition into consideration, the maid decides not to press the girl any further. The maid finishes bandaging.
After a few moments, the girl takes a deep breath. What she was about to say would sound absurd, ridiculous, and suicidal, but in actuality, it was the only way she would survive.
"Eurida... I-I need to l-leave the city for a while."
The girl had expected a tremendous outburst, but no such thing occurred. The maid's expression only darkened as she grimaces in response.
"Where is your destination?"
"I don't know." The girl replied. "Anywhere. You pick a city, Eurida. I wish to go there by sleeper car, if possible."
"Understood. I'll take you to the sleeper train, madam. Please hold on..."
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Within a grey, monochrome chamber littered with vivid red, a man kneeled on the ground, alone.
The man grits his teeth as he holds his stomach. It would take a while to recover from this wound, he thought.
His feelings were mixed. He was pleasantly surprised, but he was also furious. No mortal had ever escaped his clutches before. He was intrigued, but he was filled with vengeance. He wanted the girl to suffer for spilling his blood.
A voice calls out from behind the man.
"Sir, do you need anything?" It was one of his surveillance officers. The officer wastes no time with petty questions.
"Take me to the infirmary."
"Understood."
The officer supports the man with his shoulder, and the two leave the chamber.
"...sir, why are you laughing?"
The man did not realize himself that he was laughing. He smiles, amused at his own behavior. Varg responds in an elated manner.
"...my, I'm not so sure myself."
A single thought and desire filled with great malice emerges from Varg's thoughts.
Veronica... will you pitifully wither after blooming so marvelously? Or will you reach to lengths that defy everything that opposes you...? Whichever happens, whatever you choose...I'll be there to see it. For now, I will take this token of yours...
Vargs eyes trail to an object that lay in the room—a grotesque sack of flesh that used to be situated at the end of the girl's left arm...
It had only been a few hours since these two's paths had crossed in violent reckoning...
...
"She's coming."
Varg's expression lacked the usual hauteur that it would have. He was sitting on a wheeled chair made of leather; his arms were folded behind his head, and his feet crossed; they laid on the glass, oval table in front of him. The table's shape was identical to the chamber that Varg sat in. Other than the few pieces of furniture, there were no features or decor to embellish the unpleasant, chalky grey of the chamber. There was only a steel double-door behind Varg, and a steel double-door in front of him. Varg's blue uniform seemed incredibly vivid and spectacular among the monochromatic walls and floor. Varg hears very faint noises, and he scowls, annoyed. He had been incessantly lax; he knew this, but when he received a report this morning, he could not hide his surprise or irritation. On his cellphone, the report stated simply:
"There has been a breach in the cells, Section B, cell-block six."
"The escapees have gone on to liberate all the occupants in Section B."
Varg received this call approximately three hours ago. Since then, Varg arrived at the prison, and has been settling down on his seat for the last few hours, waiting while Varg's officer continues to give Varg anxious and panicked reports via Varg's transmitter. Varg's thoughts draw back to his cogitation he had the morning before—
They stand with their bodies pressed against the iron metal slab of their cell door, and reach through the bars that impede them—
"There are approximately six escapees remaining; they are heading down the main corridor of the right wing."
They gaze off into the darkness and listen to the silence as they seem to seek for something.
"I have dispatched the last squad of reserve-guards to intercept them. They are engaging the enemy at the third clearance gate..."
They seek an escape from the darkness.
"...our forces are being pushed back... they have retreated to the first clearance gate..."
They cling onto hope.
There is a short pause on the transmission. Varg could not hear his officer's breath. From that, Varg could easily understand and infer the situation. He knew that the silence was induced by fear. The officer took short, desperate breaths, and weakly gave his report. "O-our forces have been routed, and the enemy n-now... the enemy stands in f-front your chamber... sir." Shortly after hearing that...
They cling onto the hope that there is something within the nothingness... that, within this illusion of perpetual darkness, they will create a light for themselves—
...the steel doors in front of Varg slam open, a booming sound reverberated throughout the chamber.
—a hope for a future.
Beyond the threshold stood a young girl whom so magnificently defied her doomed fate.
Her eyes had met with the man in front of her. Although he sat in a haughtily languid manner, his expression, unexpectedly, showed nothing of overbearing arrogance. It was evident that the man was irritated, which came as a surprise to her. She could recognize him as the man she came to loathe so much in the span of a mere few minutes—the man who had called himself Varg Vildjharta. Upon seeing them, Varg affixes his posture to be more proper, like a formal greeting. This gesture and Varg's calmness only caused great dismay and vexation within those that stood before him, herself included. However, she knew very well who had the upper hand. She could see that his irritation is an indication of unexpected surprise, an oversight to an unforeseen circumstance; that unforeseen circumstance was none other than her—Veronica. Boldly, Veronica steps forward into the chamber, and she confidently, speaks to the irritated Varg, who grimaces as she speaks.
"Since I have not seen a single streak of sunlight for quite a few days now, I'm not too certain about the time of day. But, I would assume it is the afternoon, is it not? You did not seem to anticipate this, Warden Varg." Although she spoke boldly, Veronica's were hands slightly trembling. She continues, "That whore of a mother had always taught me to introduce myself as proper etiquette before addressing someone, and it seems I have rudely forgotten my manners this time. Good evening, warden. My name is Veronica... and I shall withhold my surname, as I seem to have been disowned... sad, isn't it?"
Varg's expression changed no further as Veronica continued to speak. He had not a trace of joy or humor, seemingly dispassionate to the entire situation, despite truly being in a jeopardizing situation. Varg showed no signs of any further response to Veronica's words, so she ceases to speak...
...and she draws two silver revolvers. Each of their barrels were long, and they gleamed in the florescent light. In each gun, every chamber held a full cartridge.
Veronica pointed them at Varg, whom still seemed unconcerned. Veronica was greatly irked by this. How confident was this man? He was outnumbered, as the majority of his forces were dispatched while an armed six stand before him, and in the face of all this, he could still hold his hubris? As if to provoke her very thoughts, Varg raises his right hand with his elbow still resting on the table, makes it into a fist, points it upward, and then rests his cheek upon it. His expression breaks into a condescending smile, and he speaks,
"Your eyes seem to be waiting for something, dissatisfied. Are you hoping that I would exhibit some sort of panic or distress to your insurrection? So that you feel rightfully basked in the ebullience of defeating me?" Varg pauses for a moment, and speaks in a gentle tone,
"Your approach and response was obvious, simple, and typical. Do you think you are the first with the honor of beholding my presence in this room? Had I wanted to, I would have already festooned this chamber with your guts, my dear."
A loud bang rips throughout the chamber. Veronica's right finger had pulled the trigger; a bullet sears through the air, and impacts Varg directly in the chest. Varg's head falls and hits the glass table loudly; the arm that held up his head uncurls and falls on the table as well. Varg's body seemed motionless and loose, completely lifeless. For a moment, Veronica and the others stand in shock. Just like that, the warden whom had held their lives in his hand while spewing declarations of eternal damnation and suffering had so simply been vanquished? One of the men could not contain his jubilee.
"Ha...haha! We're free! Guys, we did it! We've fought all this way, and now we're free! Finally, out of this hell-hole!" He raises the gun which he had stolen from a guard into the air, proclaiming his liberation. He runs to the door, skipping without reserve.
"Once I get out of here, I'm going to go back to my wife and daughter. I've neglected them for so long... selfishly serving myself for so many years. I'll work hard for them. I don't care how harsh it will be, I just want to live a good life from now on. I hope my wife and daughter are doing okay... it must have been hard for them too."
Veronica scowls at the man, thinking of his ideals as foolish and absurdly hopeful. However, she could understand where his feelings came from. Although Veronica loathed her parents, she could feel how being in this prison could change a person's way of thinking. All of them most likely wished to change their lives, for at least one, single-most reason: to never ever return to a prison like this, ever again.
The other five, including Veronica, gradually make their way to the door, where the exuberant man had stood. As they approach, the man opens the sliding-steel doors, unveiling the sun and its grand rays of warmth and light. It was a spectacle they had not seen for so many days, and had so deeply missed. They all take several moments to bask within the sunlight, engraving the feeling of liberation eternally into their bodies. One of the men begins to walk through the door...
Veronica is struck with an ominous feeling of dread. It shook her spirit, down to the very core her body. Her intuition was screaming.
What could it be? There was no danger, nothing left to oppose them—
It was then that she saw it... a small, gold-colored object on the floor. A fatal oversight of an inconspicuous detail.
Only a short distance from the center room, where Varg laid face-down on his table...
...a bullet.
Veronica tries to scream out to the men, but it was much too late.
The horrendous cacophony of bones grinding and snapping rang in their ears. As if to mock and deride them for their hopefulness, the sliding steel doors had slammed shut, crushing the entire body of the man who tried to pass its threshold. The victim's blood splattered in every direction, and his carcass continued to ooze streams of blood. The blood had splattered into Veronica's face, and she screams, tormented by the gruesome spectacle before her. Veronica could feel the strength leaving her body as her body trembles violently. Her legs gradually buckle and she falls to her knees. Her revolvers drop to the ground, as her enfeebled hands could no longer grip them. Her eyes quiver incessantly; the world seemed spin and shake as she is unable to shift her gaze away, which had been blurred by the blood in her eyes. She feels dizzy and nauseous. After a few moments, the doors slowly slide open again, with the demolished remnants of the man's corpse falling to the ground, toward the center of the chamber.
Veronica disgorges the contents of her stomach from her mouth, onto the ground. She gags and coughs several times, spitting out the corrosive residue in her mouth.
The other men could only stand, appalled, for just a few moments...
...just before having their very own horrifying deaths.
Four loud gunshots ring in the air. After the first, a man's head shatters, expelling its contents all over the floor. After the second, a man's chest ruptures, the bullet perforating a large, gaping hole, which blood seemed to endlessly pour from. By now, the remainder had realized the situation, and had turned their bodies toward the center of the room. With the third and fourth shot, a man has each of his legs blown off and torn apart. Each of the victims' dismantled carcasses fall to the ground, forever unable to vociferate their agony and anguish. The two that remained reluctantly shift their gaze toward the center of the chamber, where a man stood, brandishing a gun with his left hand.
Among the dark, monochrome interior of this oval chamber, the two could see them—the blue uniform, and his red, piercing eyes—so clearly. They seemed so bright, vivid, and so truly terrifying in this unhallowed, god-forsaken room.
Varg points to the pendant he wore around his neck, and speaks in a sarcastic tone.
"You were lucky. Your bullet hit this Iron Cross pendant, my 'Black Cross'. It is a keepsake that I had taken on a whim, but I had never thought that it would one day save my life..." Varg chuckles and smirks at Veronica. It was impossible for her to keep her composure. She was on the verge of soiling herself. A monster stood before her, every instinct was invoked, screaming of the impending danger. The flesh of her comrades lay scattered and splattered around her. Some of it covered her body and face.
Varg takes step toward her—slowly, calmly—and begins walking toward her, his gun no longer raised.
The last man that stood next to Veronica could no longer bear the anxiety and trauma, delving into absolute madness. He points his rifle and fires. His target was not Varg himself; the man could only see the captivating red eyes that instilled terror into his very being. His hands shook—not from the recoil, but from fear—and his aim was hopelessly erratic. Veronica could empathize with the man's feelings of sheer desperation; yet, she could not raise her arms. In face of this danger, she could not defend herself. A simple emotion of weakness was all that so greatly overpowered her instincts to survive and paralyzing every fiber of her being.
Amidst the storm of bullets, Varg was fearless. Or perhaps he had nothing to fear... for he merely stood there, unmoving, as the man whom was firing had emptied his entire magazine. The man was then thrown into panic, as the man then aimlessly grabbed and shook his gun. It was understandable, for such violent tremors in one’s hands would make even menial tasks seem nigh impossible. In such a situation, the man may not even be capable of realizing what the object in his hands was.
Varg let the man's antics continue no longer. Varg daintily raises his left arm, and pulls the trigger. The victim's abdomen erupts flesh and blood, and his body falls to the ground. Varg brings his arm back down to his side, and his eyes stare directly at Veronica.
The only living souls that now remained in this horrific chamber were Varg and Veronica. Other than the unnerving sound of crawling liquids, the room was deathly silent.
A wicked laugh permeates the silence.
"It's quite amusing how people believe they can redeem themselves. Once they realize their mistakes and feel their weight, they believe they can start anew if they are willing to change. However, they forget... they forget to pay their price. They shrug off the debt they owe. They do not remember that prison is a place of atonement. That man—the one whose corpse was crushed between the steel doors—has been a resident of my prison for ten years. He was a murderer of twelve children. His first victim was his older son. It's very interesting how men change in the span of a few years... however."
Varg's expression becomes dreadfully stern.
"All sinners will atone. Either through life or through death."
His statement was filled with resolution. His words sounded as if they were absolute... and perhaps they were. Varg observes Veronica's face.
"Perhaps the expression on your visage right now is the one that you expected of me earlier? Quite silly. But you are still young. You would have learned much if you survived."
Varg's words ring in Veronica's ears. He was mocking her. Ridiculing her. Deriding her. Condemning her.
A few moments pass. Quietly, softly, Veronica speaks—but her words resonate throughout the chamber, nonetheless.
"...I despise you."
Varg was intrigued by her words. Varg replies in a condescending tone.
"Oh?"
Veronica grits her teeth. She slowly, gradually crouches down, her hands open.
"...I despise people like you. Rude and arrogant you are... and hypocritical, no doubt."
Veronica body stiffens as she contracts every muscle in her body, poised...
"If you are so vehement in your belief that all must atone... then... "
Veronica grabs each of the revolvers she had dropped, and pivots full circle, both her guns aimed directly at Varg. Varg winces, and raises his left arm... but he was much too slow.
"...never stop counting the days until you die, you monster!"
Two triggers are pulled. One bullet hits Varg's gun, knocking it out of his hand. The other bullet grazes Varg's cheek.
However, when she realized it, he was much too close. In the blink of an eye, no more, Varg was only a hair's breadth away from Veronica. His vicious dash across the room had covered at least fifteen meters before she knew it. Varg splendidly leaps into the air, his sword already brandished from his sheath and drawn back with the bloodthirsty malice of impaling his target.
Veronica straightens left arm, pivoting her wrist inward, the barrel of the gun parallel with her left eye. The gun aims at Varg head.
Veronica draws back her right arm, pivoting her wrist inward, the barrel of the gun parallel with her right eye. The gun aims at Varg's groin.
Only three meters remain between them.
Varg thrusts his sword forward.
Veronica pulls the triggers.
The final exchange between the two that day concluded that very moment.
The numbing shock from the loss had already dissipated long ago; her body screamed at her with full force, with nothing to ease the grieving pain. Her countenance was warped so greatly, clearly exhibiting her suffering. The girl grimaces as she runs; the excruciating pain which throbbed throughout her arm would not ease, slowly tearing at her sanity. She represses an urge to vomit as the pulsating throes shook her body violently. Her head ached. Her mind was filled only with the thoughts of the pain. Panic. This infliction... it was so sudden to her. She had never seen such a terrible happening such as this before, let alone have a first-hand experience. She didn't know how to stop the bleeding. She had no idea how to treat it. She couldn't even imagine how much of her life was fading away with each bright red drop. Even if she did, she did not capacity to think with any clarity, calmness, or rationality with her mind consumed by pain. All she simply knew was that if she stayed in the city, she would soon perish by his hand. There was no doubt he would come to seek her. Fear. Pain. Fear and pain were the two most prominent feelings that mercilessly wracked her mind and body.
The girl could not remember how, when, or why, but she had chosen to run back to her residence, which was located in an affluent district. Her home was a large, grand house that which she lived in with her servants. She opens the front gate, and bangs loudly on the front door with her right hand, while screaming at the occupants inside to open the door. A maid opens the door, and her face fills with shock.
The girl and the maid sit down in a room. The maid had retrieved a medical kit, and was bandaging the girl. Her movements were elegant and meticulous, but her voice had no trace of composure.
"Please! Will you not go see the hospital, madam?"
The pain had heavily strained and stressed the girl's body; her breathing quivers as she shudders with every breath, and her words stutter as she painstakingly forces them from her mouth.
"I...c-can't..."
"Madam! These bandages will only stop the bleeding. If it gets infected, your pain will only worsen."
The girl's body trembled with those words. Pain. More pain. Even more than she felt now? She dared not imagine what it would be like.
"I'm s-sorry...Eurida... I c-can...not s-stay. I-if I do... that man... h-he will... surely... c-come after m-me..."
The maid named Eurida screams. "Who is this man? If he's some stalker, then I'll contact the police!"
"No... you c-can't...."
If the police found her, so would Varg. No place was safe for her.
The maid wishes to question further, but taking the girl's condition into consideration, the maid decides not to press the girl any further. The maid finishes bandaging.
After a few moments, the girl takes a deep breath. What she was about to say would sound absurd, ridiculous, and suicidal, but in actuality, it was the only way she would survive.
"Eurida... I-I need to l-leave the city for a while."
The girl had expected a tremendous outburst, but no such thing occurred. The maid's expression only darkened as she grimaces in response.
"Where is your destination?"
"I don't know." The girl replied. "Anywhere. You pick a city, Eurida. I wish to go there by sleeper car, if possible."
"Understood. I'll take you to the sleeper train, madam. Please hold on..."
...
Within a grey, monochrome chamber littered with vivid red, a man kneeled on the ground, alone.
The man grits his teeth as he holds his stomach. It would take a while to recover from this wound, he thought.
His feelings were mixed. He was pleasantly surprised, but he was also furious. No mortal had ever escaped his clutches before. He was intrigued, but he was filled with vengeance. He wanted the girl to suffer for spilling his blood.
A voice calls out from behind the man.
"Sir, do you need anything?" It was one of his surveillance officers. The officer wastes no time with petty questions.
"Take me to the infirmary."
"Understood."
The officer supports the man with his shoulder, and the two leave the chamber.
"...sir, why are you laughing?"
The man did not realize himself that he was laughing. He smiles, amused at his own behavior. Varg responds in an elated manner.
"...my, I'm not so sure myself."
A single thought and desire filled with great malice emerges from Varg's thoughts.
Veronica... will you pitifully wither after blooming so marvelously? Or will you reach to lengths that defy everything that opposes you...? Whichever happens, whatever you choose...I'll be there to see it. For now, I will take this token of yours...
Vargs eyes trail to an object that lay in the room—a grotesque sack of flesh that used to be situated at the end of the girl's left arm...
It had only been a few hours since these two's paths had crossed in violent reckoning...
...
"She's coming."
Varg's expression lacked the usual hauteur that it would have. He was sitting on a wheeled chair made of leather; his arms were folded behind his head, and his feet crossed; they laid on the glass, oval table in front of him. The table's shape was identical to the chamber that Varg sat in. Other than the few pieces of furniture, there were no features or decor to embellish the unpleasant, chalky grey of the chamber. There was only a steel double-door behind Varg, and a steel double-door in front of him. Varg's blue uniform seemed incredibly vivid and spectacular among the monochromatic walls and floor. Varg hears very faint noises, and he scowls, annoyed. He had been incessantly lax; he knew this, but when he received a report this morning, he could not hide his surprise or irritation. On his cellphone, the report stated simply:
"There has been a breach in the cells, Section B, cell-block six."
"The escapees have gone on to liberate all the occupants in Section B."
Varg received this call approximately three hours ago. Since then, Varg arrived at the prison, and has been settling down on his seat for the last few hours, waiting while Varg's officer continues to give Varg anxious and panicked reports via Varg's transmitter. Varg's thoughts draw back to his cogitation he had the morning before—
They stand with their bodies pressed against the iron metal slab of their cell door, and reach through the bars that impede them—
"There are approximately six escapees remaining; they are heading down the main corridor of the right wing."
They gaze off into the darkness and listen to the silence as they seem to seek for something.
"I have dispatched the last squad of reserve-guards to intercept them. They are engaging the enemy at the third clearance gate..."
They seek an escape from the darkness.
"...our forces are being pushed back... they have retreated to the first clearance gate..."
They cling onto hope.
There is a short pause on the transmission. Varg could not hear his officer's breath. From that, Varg could easily understand and infer the situation. He knew that the silence was induced by fear. The officer took short, desperate breaths, and weakly gave his report. "O-our forces have been routed, and the enemy n-now... the enemy stands in f-front your chamber... sir." Shortly after hearing that...
They cling onto the hope that there is something within the nothingness... that, within this illusion of perpetual darkness, they will create a light for themselves—
...the steel doors in front of Varg slam open, a booming sound reverberated throughout the chamber.
—a hope for a future.
Beyond the threshold stood a young girl whom so magnificently defied her doomed fate.
Her eyes had met with the man in front of her. Although he sat in a haughtily languid manner, his expression, unexpectedly, showed nothing of overbearing arrogance. It was evident that the man was irritated, which came as a surprise to her. She could recognize him as the man she came to loathe so much in the span of a mere few minutes—the man who had called himself Varg Vildjharta. Upon seeing them, Varg affixes his posture to be more proper, like a formal greeting. This gesture and Varg's calmness only caused great dismay and vexation within those that stood before him, herself included. However, she knew very well who had the upper hand. She could see that his irritation is an indication of unexpected surprise, an oversight to an unforeseen circumstance; that unforeseen circumstance was none other than her—Veronica. Boldly, Veronica steps forward into the chamber, and she confidently, speaks to the irritated Varg, who grimaces as she speaks.
"Since I have not seen a single streak of sunlight for quite a few days now, I'm not too certain about the time of day. But, I would assume it is the afternoon, is it not? You did not seem to anticipate this, Warden Varg." Although she spoke boldly, Veronica's were hands slightly trembling. She continues, "That whore of a mother had always taught me to introduce myself as proper etiquette before addressing someone, and it seems I have rudely forgotten my manners this time. Good evening, warden. My name is Veronica... and I shall withhold my surname, as I seem to have been disowned... sad, isn't it?"
Varg's expression changed no further as Veronica continued to speak. He had not a trace of joy or humor, seemingly dispassionate to the entire situation, despite truly being in a jeopardizing situation. Varg showed no signs of any further response to Veronica's words, so she ceases to speak...
...and she draws two silver revolvers. Each of their barrels were long, and they gleamed in the florescent light. In each gun, every chamber held a full cartridge.
Veronica pointed them at Varg, whom still seemed unconcerned. Veronica was greatly irked by this. How confident was this man? He was outnumbered, as the majority of his forces were dispatched while an armed six stand before him, and in the face of all this, he could still hold his hubris? As if to provoke her very thoughts, Varg raises his right hand with his elbow still resting on the table, makes it into a fist, points it upward, and then rests his cheek upon it. His expression breaks into a condescending smile, and he speaks,
"Your eyes seem to be waiting for something, dissatisfied. Are you hoping that I would exhibit some sort of panic or distress to your insurrection? So that you feel rightfully basked in the ebullience of defeating me?" Varg pauses for a moment, and speaks in a gentle tone,
"Your approach and response was obvious, simple, and typical. Do you think you are the first with the honor of beholding my presence in this room? Had I wanted to, I would have already festooned this chamber with your guts, my dear."
A loud bang rips throughout the chamber. Veronica's right finger had pulled the trigger; a bullet sears through the air, and impacts Varg directly in the chest. Varg's head falls and hits the glass table loudly; the arm that held up his head uncurls and falls on the table as well. Varg's body seemed motionless and loose, completely lifeless. For a moment, Veronica and the others stand in shock. Just like that, the warden whom had held their lives in his hand while spewing declarations of eternal damnation and suffering had so simply been vanquished? One of the men could not contain his jubilee.
"Ha...haha! We're free! Guys, we did it! We've fought all this way, and now we're free! Finally, out of this hell-hole!" He raises the gun which he had stolen from a guard into the air, proclaiming his liberation. He runs to the door, skipping without reserve.
"Once I get out of here, I'm going to go back to my wife and daughter. I've neglected them for so long... selfishly serving myself for so many years. I'll work hard for them. I don't care how harsh it will be, I just want to live a good life from now on. I hope my wife and daughter are doing okay... it must have been hard for them too."
Veronica scowls at the man, thinking of his ideals as foolish and absurdly hopeful. However, she could understand where his feelings came from. Although Veronica loathed her parents, she could feel how being in this prison could change a person's way of thinking. All of them most likely wished to change their lives, for at least one, single-most reason: to never ever return to a prison like this, ever again.
The other five, including Veronica, gradually make their way to the door, where the exuberant man had stood. As they approach, the man opens the sliding-steel doors, unveiling the sun and its grand rays of warmth and light. It was a spectacle they had not seen for so many days, and had so deeply missed. They all take several moments to bask within the sunlight, engraving the feeling of liberation eternally into their bodies. One of the men begins to walk through the door...
Veronica is struck with an ominous feeling of dread. It shook her spirit, down to the very core her body. Her intuition was screaming.
What could it be? There was no danger, nothing left to oppose them—
It was then that she saw it... a small, gold-colored object on the floor. A fatal oversight of an inconspicuous detail.
Only a short distance from the center room, where Varg laid face-down on his table...
...a bullet.
Veronica tries to scream out to the men, but it was much too late.
The horrendous cacophony of bones grinding and snapping rang in their ears. As if to mock and deride them for their hopefulness, the sliding steel doors had slammed shut, crushing the entire body of the man who tried to pass its threshold. The victim's blood splattered in every direction, and his carcass continued to ooze streams of blood. The blood had splattered into Veronica's face, and she screams, tormented by the gruesome spectacle before her. Veronica could feel the strength leaving her body as her body trembles violently. Her legs gradually buckle and she falls to her knees. Her revolvers drop to the ground, as her enfeebled hands could no longer grip them. Her eyes quiver incessantly; the world seemed spin and shake as she is unable to shift her gaze away, which had been blurred by the blood in her eyes. She feels dizzy and nauseous. After a few moments, the doors slowly slide open again, with the demolished remnants of the man's corpse falling to the ground, toward the center of the chamber.
Veronica disgorges the contents of her stomach from her mouth, onto the ground. She gags and coughs several times, spitting out the corrosive residue in her mouth.
The other men could only stand, appalled, for just a few moments...
...just before having their very own horrifying deaths.
Four loud gunshots ring in the air. After the first, a man's head shatters, expelling its contents all over the floor. After the second, a man's chest ruptures, the bullet perforating a large, gaping hole, which blood seemed to endlessly pour from. By now, the remainder had realized the situation, and had turned their bodies toward the center of the room. With the third and fourth shot, a man has each of his legs blown off and torn apart. Each of the victims' dismantled carcasses fall to the ground, forever unable to vociferate their agony and anguish. The two that remained reluctantly shift their gaze toward the center of the chamber, where a man stood, brandishing a gun with his left hand.
Among the dark, monochrome interior of this oval chamber, the two could see them—the blue uniform, and his red, piercing eyes—so clearly. They seemed so bright, vivid, and so truly terrifying in this unhallowed, god-forsaken room.
Varg points to the pendant he wore around his neck, and speaks in a sarcastic tone.
"You were lucky. Your bullet hit this Iron Cross pendant, my 'Black Cross'. It is a keepsake that I had taken on a whim, but I had never thought that it would one day save my life..." Varg chuckles and smirks at Veronica. It was impossible for her to keep her composure. She was on the verge of soiling herself. A monster stood before her, every instinct was invoked, screaming of the impending danger. The flesh of her comrades lay scattered and splattered around her. Some of it covered her body and face.
Varg takes step toward her—slowly, calmly—and begins walking toward her, his gun no longer raised.
The last man that stood next to Veronica could no longer bear the anxiety and trauma, delving into absolute madness. He points his rifle and fires. His target was not Varg himself; the man could only see the captivating red eyes that instilled terror into his very being. His hands shook—not from the recoil, but from fear—and his aim was hopelessly erratic. Veronica could empathize with the man's feelings of sheer desperation; yet, she could not raise her arms. In face of this danger, she could not defend herself. A simple emotion of weakness was all that so greatly overpowered her instincts to survive and paralyzing every fiber of her being.
Amidst the storm of bullets, Varg was fearless. Or perhaps he had nothing to fear... for he merely stood there, unmoving, as the man whom was firing had emptied his entire magazine. The man was then thrown into panic, as the man then aimlessly grabbed and shook his gun. It was understandable, for such violent tremors in one’s hands would make even menial tasks seem nigh impossible. In such a situation, the man may not even be capable of realizing what the object in his hands was.
Varg let the man's antics continue no longer. Varg daintily raises his left arm, and pulls the trigger. The victim's abdomen erupts flesh and blood, and his body falls to the ground. Varg brings his arm back down to his side, and his eyes stare directly at Veronica.
The only living souls that now remained in this horrific chamber were Varg and Veronica. Other than the unnerving sound of crawling liquids, the room was deathly silent.
A wicked laugh permeates the silence.
"It's quite amusing how people believe they can redeem themselves. Once they realize their mistakes and feel their weight, they believe they can start anew if they are willing to change. However, they forget... they forget to pay their price. They shrug off the debt they owe. They do not remember that prison is a place of atonement. That man—the one whose corpse was crushed between the steel doors—has been a resident of my prison for ten years. He was a murderer of twelve children. His first victim was his older son. It's very interesting how men change in the span of a few years... however."
Varg's expression becomes dreadfully stern.
"All sinners will atone. Either through life or through death."
His statement was filled with resolution. His words sounded as if they were absolute... and perhaps they were. Varg observes Veronica's face.
"Perhaps the expression on your visage right now is the one that you expected of me earlier? Quite silly. But you are still young. You would have learned much if you survived."
Varg's words ring in Veronica's ears. He was mocking her. Ridiculing her. Deriding her. Condemning her.
A few moments pass. Quietly, softly, Veronica speaks—but her words resonate throughout the chamber, nonetheless.
"...I despise you."
Varg was intrigued by her words. Varg replies in a condescending tone.
"Oh?"
Veronica grits her teeth. She slowly, gradually crouches down, her hands open.
"...I despise people like you. Rude and arrogant you are... and hypocritical, no doubt."
Veronica body stiffens as she contracts every muscle in her body, poised...
"If you are so vehement in your belief that all must atone... then... "
Veronica grabs each of the revolvers she had dropped, and pivots full circle, both her guns aimed directly at Varg. Varg winces, and raises his left arm... but he was much too slow.
"...never stop counting the days until you die, you monster!"
Two triggers are pulled. One bullet hits Varg's gun, knocking it out of his hand. The other bullet grazes Varg's cheek.
However, when she realized it, he was much too close. In the blink of an eye, no more, Varg was only a hair's breadth away from Veronica. His vicious dash across the room had covered at least fifteen meters before she knew it. Varg splendidly leaps into the air, his sword already brandished from his sheath and drawn back with the bloodthirsty malice of impaling his target.
Veronica straightens left arm, pivoting her wrist inward, the barrel of the gun parallel with her left eye. The gun aims at Varg head.
Veronica draws back her right arm, pivoting her wrist inward, the barrel of the gun parallel with her right eye. The gun aims at Varg's groin.
Only three meters remain between them.
Varg thrusts his sword forward.
Veronica pulls the triggers.
The final exchange between the two that day concluded that very moment.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
As Veronica gradually opens her eyes, the sound of the metal clanking of railroad tracks fills her ears. The sound was very faint, but nonetheless seemed to resound throughout the desolate and silent room. The room had a very peculiar shape, and was unlike any other room she had seen before. To her left was what seemed to be a large window, and outside, a blur of shapes moving rapidly in and out of view. The sheets upon her were beautifully red, and the fabric was exquisite. Her consciousness was fleeting; a faded blackness perpetuated in her vision, enticing her to return to her dreams. Her thoughts were cloudy and jumbled. Where was she? What was she doing?
And... she felt that something was missing on the left side of her body... and its place was an intense, vicious pain.
As the drowsiness in her mind gradually warded, she could recall the events leading up to the present.
She had fought with the warden, Varg, and now she is fleeing the city. She had ordered her maid to take her to another city, and now she was on a sleeper car. She remembered that had fallen unconscious from the blood loss immediately after she was placed in the bed. Her body was devoid of all strength; the comfortable, soft sheets were also like lead slabs that enveloped and restrained her body.
She was alone in an environment that was completely alien to her. Outside of the room which she rested within, she knew nothing, and was unable to find out, as she could not move. Only the window gave her solace, as it was the only aperture that brought light through its threshold, and from that light, she could feel connected to the outside world. Weakly turning her head, Veronica gazes outside of the window, and she sees the varied urban buildings upon the dynamic landscapes. The sunset... had never looked so beautiful before. It shown upon all the vast lands that she could see within her vision, brilliantly illuminating the towering buildings and the vegetation of the land. Veronica wondered that, perhaps only after enduring such a tribulation of suffering, was she able to appreciate such a scenery in such ways.
Veronica's eyes were then drawn to an object that rested upon a wooden, circular table in the middle of the room. It was a brown leather purse. It's appearance was not extravagant nor ostentatious. Also on the table, next to the purse, was a pristine white envelope with a bright red seal that concealed its contents.
Veronica surmises that the letter was addressed to her, but she could not read it to be sure. The table had seemed so far from where she lay; Veronica felt it was a hopeless endeavor to reach it, as her current condition only allowed her the most minimal movements. Perhaps she would feel better after some more rest, she thought, but her mind was too unsettled, haunted by the warden's sharp, red eyes; the moments of Varg's ruthless yet frighteningly brief slaughter of her comrades perpetuated within her thoughts. Also, the unceasing pain that throbbed in her left arm would not allow her a moment's ease. Veronica could only imagine how much longer the pain of her wound would subsist.
—Hours?
The pain would no doubt continue for many more hours. How many? Every waking second that passed was a moment of insufferable throes. How much longer until she saw the end of it? Even a single hour seemed unbearable.
—Days?
Yes, it might even be days... weeks, even, before the pain may subside. What if her pain was chronic, unceasing till the end of her life? Veronica's speculations grew more pessimistic, gradually crushing her hope and willpower. The uncertainty of an end to her suffering was maddening....
Suddenly, tears begin to flow from Veronica's eyes. Veronica was swept with profound sorrow.
Why did she have to suffer so much? What did she do to deserve this?
She once had everything, but now she has nothing.
Her parents had forsaken her. Now, she is alone.
Throughout her incarceration, she learned of true suffering, and she had lost another of which she took for granted.
Veronica wallows in her anguish and grief. The feelings of misery seemed to avert her focus away the pain of her wound, but this only dulled it only minimally.
Three long, arduous hours pass slowly. Little by little, Veronica could feel her strength returning to her. The pain in her arm was still great, but she could tell that it had diminished somewhat, and each modicum of ease provided great relief to Veronica's mind. As the pain would continue to fade, Veronica could hold onto the hope that the pain would soon disappear in time. At the very least, she felt that she could keep her sanity for just a while longer.
The envelope on the table had never left her thoughts, not for a moment. Feeling well enough to move, Veronica musters the strength to push aside the sheets that enveloped her with her right arm. As she stands up straight, she is immediately struck by dizziness; her legs almost buckle, but through sheer willpower, she barely manages to keep her body standing. With her knees wobbling, Veronica gradually makes her way to the table, and upon reaching it, she falls to her knees, breathing heavily. Veronica's body was still in terrible condition. She curses her own weakness, but now....
Placing the end of her left arm upon the one of the corners of the envelope, Veronica painstakingly opens the envelope with her right hand, crudely tearing the envelope open by digging her nails between the creases. Inside was a letter, as she thought. The writing was neat and elegant, no less of a refined, esteemed individual. Veronica spreads the letter out on the table, and she reads,
"Dear Veronica,
How are you doing, madam? I earnestly hope you're feeling better. I really wished to accompany you, but the complications regarding your family's affairs require me to stay at home to attend to them.
The train that you are currently on is heading to Tokyo. When you arrive, you will have two choices: You may stay at a private estate, owned but unused by your family; or, you may stay at a private lodging that I have reserved for ten days. Both their addresses are written on the back of this letter, and are also written on a note in the purse. I have left about 500,000 yen at your disposal, as well as your passport, identification papers, and some equipment for first aid. If the amount of money is insufficient, there are a set of cards, each with fairly large deposits. If your wound bleeds again, there should be more than enough bandages in the first aid kit. In the closet is a set of clothes you may change into temporarily. I refrained from picking something grand and beautiful, and instead chose a very inconspicuous outfit. My apologies if it is not to your liking, but please bear with it, as I believe attention would be the least of your desires at the moment. There should also be a set of boxes in the closet as well; they contain some of your wardrobe and other miscellaneous things. You need not worry about transporting them if it is too difficult, as they will be shipped to the private estate if left alone.
Finally, your two revolvers are in the purse. I managed to smuggle them into the train, but please be careful with them. There is a box of cartridges in your luggage, but you will most likely be unable to access it until it is all shipped to the private estate.
Madam, I know not what you are going through. I have so many questions to ask of you, and frankly, I am worried. You disappeared for several days, and then you suddenly returned, seriously injured, saying only that a man was after you. But, I have my faith in you, for I know that you are more than capable of handling yourself. I can only pray and wish that you come back safely, madam. Good luck. I am awaiting your return.
Love, Eurida"
Veronica holds the letter to her chest, closes her eyes, and silently thanks her maid at the bottom of her heart.
Opening the purse, Veronica could see a large bundle of yen bills, her two revolvers, a folder with some papers, and plastic box labeled "First Aid" on it, in Japanese characters. Veronica gives a small chuckle. She found it funny that Eurida had bothered to put in both revolvers; Veronica could no longer hold both, so there would be little need for two...
Opening the closet compartment, Veronica could see a simple black jacket, as well as a skirt and T-shirt. This was a tad bit... too casual and common for her tastes. Almost tomboy-ish, even. But, at least she could conceal her arms within the jacket's compartments. Veronica changes into her new set of clothes, wearing the jacket only on her shoulders.
—Suddenly, without warning—
—The world seemed to spin and shatter.
Veronica lays among the wreckage, her body battered and broken. Some debris pressed upon her body, restricting her movements. Although its weight was not too great, there was not an ounce of strength that remained in Veronica's body. The taste of iron fills her mouth, and droplets draw red lines as they traveled downward across her face. Her long, elegant, and blonde hair, that which now was dirtied grey and unwound from its braids, draps daintily over her face, as well as most of her torso. Her eyes were empty and blank as they gaze outward, past the wreckage and rubble. She could not see the sky or the land beyond, for the clouded smoke of the aftermath hid the precious light behind it. The grey smoke gave a sense of emptiness—utter extirpation.
Veronica's vision suddenly reddens. It continued to grow redder, and darker... she was losing her consciousness. Her eyelids grew heavier. The remnants of life in Veronica's eyes gradually diminish to nothingness. Veronica could feel her spirit slipping away, and her life coming to an end. It had never felt so fleeting to her before, as so strong as it did now.
However, her emotions were not as fleeting as such. They endured, burning strongly. Within her heart, she held resentment, anger, and vengeance. She still wished to exact vengeance upon those that had caused her suffering—those who had deceived her, abandoned her, forsaken her, condemned her. Her parents deserved due retribution... and also...
She would never let her burning hatred for that insufferable warden wither in the slightest. That man was a murderer. A loathsome being of abhorrent justice.. He, of all people, must be punished. The true brunt of Veronica's vengeance pointed at Varg and Varg alone.
Weakly, but with all of her spirit, Veronica utters,
'I... will not die... before I forget... warden Varg!"
Suddenly, within what seemed to be the void of the end, a voice rang in Veronica's ears.
Do you want to change your fate?"
Veronica could not contain her puzzlement. Veronica's eyes widen in surprise. What did she just hear?
As she blinked, a being appeared before her, standing upon a piece of wreckage. Its red eyes along with it's encircled rings in it's two seemingly soft long ears seemed to glow, piercing through the darkness of her fading consciousness. Its gaze seemed to peer deep into Veronica's eyes.
"If you have a wish and make a contract with me," it said, its lips unmoving, bouncing down beside Veronica's face.
Veronica did not have the strength to even shift her gaze toward where the creature now stood, yet she forces out a question she could not help but ask.
"What... are you?"
"I am Kyubey. Make a wish. And make a contract with me."
"You can wish for almost, the sky is the limit
Veronica thinks to herself for a moment. Was she already insane? Driven to madness while on the verge of death?
...or, perhaps, this was her god-given chance...
"I don't know what you are, but if you are truly real, I ask for one thing, Kyubey."
At that very moment, the world seems to pause as Veronica spoke.
"I wish to exact vengeance on the one who took my hand!"
"Very well then," says Kyubey, his long ears goes in through her chest, and moves around, as if they are hands, as if seeking for something within. When Kyubey's ears pulls out, an oval-shaped reddish light spawns out of her chest to the above and slowly comes down.
"This is your fate, that is your Soul Gem. Take hold it now."
She was in no condition to move, Veronica thought. Her entire body ached, and not a modicum of strength remained. There was no way she could reach for the red object before her...
Yet, her arm moved. She could lift it up, and almost without thinking about it, Veronica's hand was upon the Soul Gem.
At that moment, as her hand came into contact with the Soul Gem, Veronica could feel an entity that poured into her, coursing throughout her body. It felt as all her senses were lifted into an unearthly sensation. She could feel her spirit transcending beyond what she perceived as human understanding.
"As per your wish, your body should completely be healed as of now. Since you mentioned "means", you've gained a great amount of power and a fully healed body along with it, these powers should be more than enough, to exact your 'vengeance', I believe."
As the thingy spoke its words, Veronica becomes basked in a red aura. She could feel it alleviating her pain, her anguish, her suffering... it was an exhilarating experience for her. She was swept with bliss. Her body was no longer incapacitated with great aches; she stands upright, daintily pushing off the rubble that had crushed her body. Her strength was renewed... no, it was even greater than before. A profound feeling of power swells within her chest.
Of all, the greatest sensation Veronica could feel was the newfound perception that situated at end of her left arm. She could grasp with it, she could feel with it, she could touch with it.
The hand that she had lost to the warden had been restored.
Although it was her hand, it felt somewhat alien to her. And also...
She could feel a great power within it. She instinctively knew what the abilities that her hand held, but did not yet realize it herself.
However, unconsciously, a will emerges from her thoughts. With her will, she conceptualizes her power into images, familiar shapes. Within her mind, an image of a ruby-red flame is drawn. Veronica closes her eyes, and holds out her left hand. She shapes her hand, as if she was grasping something, and she shapes the image she has in her mind. As she opens her eyes again, a ruby-red flame generates. The flame basks her entire hand. Veronica felt no pain from it, but she could feel a strong heat—she realized this was the heat of her passion, her emotions.
Images and familiar shapes continued to pour into Veronica's mind. The conceptualized flames that she imagined spread out, covering an infinitely vast expanse. Veronica stretches her fingers outward, straightening her palm, and she glides her hand to emulate the spreading flames. As her hand runs a path from left to right in front of her, she draws a wall of flame, trailing from her hand's path. It's height from the base to its crown was the same size as her hand. It was as if she had dipped her hand in paint, and smeared it against a wall. As she brings her left hand down, the wall of flame continued to burn in the air.
After, Veronica closes her eyes. She imagines a very familiar shape to her. It's appearance was cylindrical, with a cone-like tip. It was a cartridge for a gun. All the elements in her mind agglomerate into the shape that she imagines, and as she opens her eyes, the wall of flame in front of her seems to disperse...
...and in its place were cartridges that levitated in the air. They were like ruby gems, and they beautifully shimmered in the light.
Finally, Veronica conceptualizes one last image. An action that she was very familiar with; a feeling that had engraved itself into Veronica's unconsciousness.
Veronica glides her left hand from right side of her body to the left, pulling it back, as if she was pushing a wave forward.
And in her mind, she imagines a trigger, which she pulls with her finger.
Immediately, the ruby bullets blast off from their shells in every direction. The shells that were left behind fall from where they levitated, shatter as they hit the ground, and seem to disperse into glittering sediment, carried off by the wind. As the bullets streak through the air, a bright-red trail of light seemed to trace the bullets' paths, filling the area with spectacular display. Their trajectories were erratically aimed as they preforated the clouded smoke, dispersing it. The bullets came into contact with dirt, debris, metal, and rubble, striking them ablaze in a marvelous explosion.
Veronica did not entirely realize what she was doing. The entire process was an autonomic response, like an instinct or a reflex. She simply knew, without realizing consciously, how to use her power. For a long while, Veronica stands in awe, still fathoming the newfound power bestowed upon her. Veronica looks down at her palms. Her hands seemed the same, but were now far from normal.
This was the power she wanted. This was what she needed. Indeed, rightfully so, this was her wish. With her own hands, she would repay the warden severalfold...
"Just as I had expected. Your powers are great. Even greater than the normal Mahou Shoujo and Shounen."
Veronica quickly turns toward the voice that had spoke so suddenly. Moreso than her new abilities, she could not grasp what the entity before her was. It seemed like some sort of animal, but...
"What are you...? What did you do...?" Veronica asks.
"I am Kyubey! As I said so before. Since you're made a contract with me, I've granted your wish and in exchange granted you powers. Now, you're charged with the duty to fight the Witches and Wizards."
Witches? Wizards? Such fantastical terms would normally only incur ridicule, but at this point, Veronica understood it would be simply foolish to disregard the supernatural phenomenon that she had witnessed personally. Such things were to be expected, but Veronica still could not contain her surprise or shock. Veronica realizes that she may have made a terrible mistake. As part of her upbringing, she should have understood and realized the risks of taking a deal.
With a hint of irritation, Veronica curtly demands, "Properly explain yourself, Kyubey."
"It's simple. Before the contract, you can ask for anything and make one wish. And I'll grant it to the wishmaker, after which, he or she will be charged with the duty of hunting down Witches and Wizards in exchange, as price for the wish. The wish is granted through a miracle. And a miracle costs more than your life. So you technically benefit quite a lot from this, assuming that you'll be able to fight the monsters for us properly. Any more questions?", Kyubey asked, tilting his head. His expression never changed all the while as he spoke telepathically.
Veronica gives a sharp response. "And if I breach the terms of the contract?"
"You'll be terminated by your own actions."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll have to find that out yourself."
How preposterous... Veronica already despised everything affiliated with this Kyubey. To entice others with the promise of changing their fate... only to have their fate ensnared by another force.
Reluctantly, Veronica acquiesces, saying, "I understand and will concede to the terms of the contract, Kyubey."
"Good to hear, though most of the ones who made contracts with me never really thought of breaching the terms of the contract. Anyway, the ring in your hand is your Soul Gem in one of it's other forms. You need to replenish magic by using Grief Seeds. In other words, purify it from time to time."
"Purify what, may I ask?"
"The more magic you use, the more darkness appears within your Soul Gem. It is a sign of either the user running out of magic or bearing a curse for someone. When that happens, a Mahou Shoujo must purify the darkness as soon as possible. Or else, they'll run of out magical powers."
"Where do I get Grief Seeds?"
"From Witches and Wizards. They drop them when you kill them. Of course, they don't always drop Grief Seeds.
"Where will I find these beings?"
"Hunt for them. They can be anywhere. Experienced Mahou Shoujo or Shounen sometimes tends to use the news as means for tracking them. Because suicide cases, tragedies, and cases where a group of people goes missing are caused by Witches and Wizards most of the time."
As Kyubey spoke, Veronica had been observing the wreckage around her. Veronica notices something, and walks to a pile of rubble. She places her hand upon the metal, and pushes it off with ridiculous strength. She continues to dig into the mound of wreckage for a while, and she stops after some time. She reaches into the wreckage and pulls out a brown leather bag—the one that Eurida had given to her. She places it on her shoulder, and walks back to Kyubey as he finishes speaking. She responds,
"I understand. Then, what would you have me do?"
"Hunt the Witches. But you can do it however you wish. You can also try to take revenge while you're at it. But never forget to hunt for Witches and Wizards while occupying yourself with anything else."
"Exactly how much freedom do I have to do as I please?"
"Depends on how you use your magic. If you're hunting to get Grief Seeds and thus, to stay alive; then you can do as you please for some days. If you want to avoid fighting with the monsters; try to avoid using strong abilities. But some people do it for other reasons, such as helping people secretly and saving them from the clutches of the Witches and Wizards."
"I see.
Veronica gives an exasperated sigh. She walks forward among the wreckage. The clouded smoke begins to lift, and the fires that burned gradually die out as the sun begins to settle behind the horizon. Veronica reaches the railroad tracks, and with her purse and tattered clothes, she walks the path to Tokyo. Looking back, she could no longer see Kyubey, not a trace of his presence remained.
As she continued to walk, the sky gradually becomes engulfed by darkness.
And... she felt that something was missing on the left side of her body... and its place was an intense, vicious pain.
As the drowsiness in her mind gradually warded, she could recall the events leading up to the present.
She had fought with the warden, Varg, and now she is fleeing the city. She had ordered her maid to take her to another city, and now she was on a sleeper car. She remembered that had fallen unconscious from the blood loss immediately after she was placed in the bed. Her body was devoid of all strength; the comfortable, soft sheets were also like lead slabs that enveloped and restrained her body.
She was alone in an environment that was completely alien to her. Outside of the room which she rested within, she knew nothing, and was unable to find out, as she could not move. Only the window gave her solace, as it was the only aperture that brought light through its threshold, and from that light, she could feel connected to the outside world. Weakly turning her head, Veronica gazes outside of the window, and she sees the varied urban buildings upon the dynamic landscapes. The sunset... had never looked so beautiful before. It shown upon all the vast lands that she could see within her vision, brilliantly illuminating the towering buildings and the vegetation of the land. Veronica wondered that, perhaps only after enduring such a tribulation of suffering, was she able to appreciate such a scenery in such ways.
Veronica's eyes were then drawn to an object that rested upon a wooden, circular table in the middle of the room. It was a brown leather purse. It's appearance was not extravagant nor ostentatious. Also on the table, next to the purse, was a pristine white envelope with a bright red seal that concealed its contents.
Veronica surmises that the letter was addressed to her, but she could not read it to be sure. The table had seemed so far from where she lay; Veronica felt it was a hopeless endeavor to reach it, as her current condition only allowed her the most minimal movements. Perhaps she would feel better after some more rest, she thought, but her mind was too unsettled, haunted by the warden's sharp, red eyes; the moments of Varg's ruthless yet frighteningly brief slaughter of her comrades perpetuated within her thoughts. Also, the unceasing pain that throbbed in her left arm would not allow her a moment's ease. Veronica could only imagine how much longer the pain of her wound would subsist.
—Hours?
The pain would no doubt continue for many more hours. How many? Every waking second that passed was a moment of insufferable throes. How much longer until she saw the end of it? Even a single hour seemed unbearable.
—Days?
Yes, it might even be days... weeks, even, before the pain may subside. What if her pain was chronic, unceasing till the end of her life? Veronica's speculations grew more pessimistic, gradually crushing her hope and willpower. The uncertainty of an end to her suffering was maddening....
Suddenly, tears begin to flow from Veronica's eyes. Veronica was swept with profound sorrow.
Why did she have to suffer so much? What did she do to deserve this?
She once had everything, but now she has nothing.
Her parents had forsaken her. Now, she is alone.
Throughout her incarceration, she learned of true suffering, and she had lost another of which she took for granted.
Veronica wallows in her anguish and grief. The feelings of misery seemed to avert her focus away the pain of her wound, but this only dulled it only minimally.
Three long, arduous hours pass slowly. Little by little, Veronica could feel her strength returning to her. The pain in her arm was still great, but she could tell that it had diminished somewhat, and each modicum of ease provided great relief to Veronica's mind. As the pain would continue to fade, Veronica could hold onto the hope that the pain would soon disappear in time. At the very least, she felt that she could keep her sanity for just a while longer.
The envelope on the table had never left her thoughts, not for a moment. Feeling well enough to move, Veronica musters the strength to push aside the sheets that enveloped her with her right arm. As she stands up straight, she is immediately struck by dizziness; her legs almost buckle, but through sheer willpower, she barely manages to keep her body standing. With her knees wobbling, Veronica gradually makes her way to the table, and upon reaching it, she falls to her knees, breathing heavily. Veronica's body was still in terrible condition. She curses her own weakness, but now....
Placing the end of her left arm upon the one of the corners of the envelope, Veronica painstakingly opens the envelope with her right hand, crudely tearing the envelope open by digging her nails between the creases. Inside was a letter, as she thought. The writing was neat and elegant, no less of a refined, esteemed individual. Veronica spreads the letter out on the table, and she reads,
"Dear Veronica,
How are you doing, madam? I earnestly hope you're feeling better. I really wished to accompany you, but the complications regarding your family's affairs require me to stay at home to attend to them.
The train that you are currently on is heading to Tokyo. When you arrive, you will have two choices: You may stay at a private estate, owned but unused by your family; or, you may stay at a private lodging that I have reserved for ten days. Both their addresses are written on the back of this letter, and are also written on a note in the purse. I have left about 500,000 yen at your disposal, as well as your passport, identification papers, and some equipment for first aid. If the amount of money is insufficient, there are a set of cards, each with fairly large deposits. If your wound bleeds again, there should be more than enough bandages in the first aid kit. In the closet is a set of clothes you may change into temporarily. I refrained from picking something grand and beautiful, and instead chose a very inconspicuous outfit. My apologies if it is not to your liking, but please bear with it, as I believe attention would be the least of your desires at the moment. There should also be a set of boxes in the closet as well; they contain some of your wardrobe and other miscellaneous things. You need not worry about transporting them if it is too difficult, as they will be shipped to the private estate if left alone.
Finally, your two revolvers are in the purse. I managed to smuggle them into the train, but please be careful with them. There is a box of cartridges in your luggage, but you will most likely be unable to access it until it is all shipped to the private estate.
Madam, I know not what you are going through. I have so many questions to ask of you, and frankly, I am worried. You disappeared for several days, and then you suddenly returned, seriously injured, saying only that a man was after you. But, I have my faith in you, for I know that you are more than capable of handling yourself. I can only pray and wish that you come back safely, madam. Good luck. I am awaiting your return.
Love, Eurida"
Veronica holds the letter to her chest, closes her eyes, and silently thanks her maid at the bottom of her heart.
Opening the purse, Veronica could see a large bundle of yen bills, her two revolvers, a folder with some papers, and plastic box labeled "First Aid" on it, in Japanese characters. Veronica gives a small chuckle. She found it funny that Eurida had bothered to put in both revolvers; Veronica could no longer hold both, so there would be little need for two...
Opening the closet compartment, Veronica could see a simple black jacket, as well as a skirt and T-shirt. This was a tad bit... too casual and common for her tastes. Almost tomboy-ish, even. But, at least she could conceal her arms within the jacket's compartments. Veronica changes into her new set of clothes, wearing the jacket only on her shoulders.
—Suddenly, without warning—
—The world seemed to spin and shatter.
Veronica lays among the wreckage, her body battered and broken. Some debris pressed upon her body, restricting her movements. Although its weight was not too great, there was not an ounce of strength that remained in Veronica's body. The taste of iron fills her mouth, and droplets draw red lines as they traveled downward across her face. Her long, elegant, and blonde hair, that which now was dirtied grey and unwound from its braids, draps daintily over her face, as well as most of her torso. Her eyes were empty and blank as they gaze outward, past the wreckage and rubble. She could not see the sky or the land beyond, for the clouded smoke of the aftermath hid the precious light behind it. The grey smoke gave a sense of emptiness—utter extirpation.
Veronica's vision suddenly reddens. It continued to grow redder, and darker... she was losing her consciousness. Her eyelids grew heavier. The remnants of life in Veronica's eyes gradually diminish to nothingness. Veronica could feel her spirit slipping away, and her life coming to an end. It had never felt so fleeting to her before, as so strong as it did now.
However, her emotions were not as fleeting as such. They endured, burning strongly. Within her heart, she held resentment, anger, and vengeance. She still wished to exact vengeance upon those that had caused her suffering—those who had deceived her, abandoned her, forsaken her, condemned her. Her parents deserved due retribution... and also...
She would never let her burning hatred for that insufferable warden wither in the slightest. That man was a murderer. A loathsome being of abhorrent justice.. He, of all people, must be punished. The true brunt of Veronica's vengeance pointed at Varg and Varg alone.
Weakly, but with all of her spirit, Veronica utters,
'I... will not die... before I forget... warden Varg!"
Suddenly, within what seemed to be the void of the end, a voice rang in Veronica's ears.
Do you want to change your fate?"
Veronica could not contain her puzzlement. Veronica's eyes widen in surprise. What did she just hear?
As she blinked, a being appeared before her, standing upon a piece of wreckage. Its red eyes along with it's encircled rings in it's two seemingly soft long ears seemed to glow, piercing through the darkness of her fading consciousness. Its gaze seemed to peer deep into Veronica's eyes.
"If you have a wish and make a contract with me," it said, its lips unmoving, bouncing down beside Veronica's face.
Veronica did not have the strength to even shift her gaze toward where the creature now stood, yet she forces out a question she could not help but ask.
"What... are you?"
"I am Kyubey. Make a wish. And make a contract with me."
"You can wish for almost, the sky is the limit
Veronica thinks to herself for a moment. Was she already insane? Driven to madness while on the verge of death?
...or, perhaps, this was her god-given chance...
"I don't know what you are, but if you are truly real, I ask for one thing, Kyubey."
At that very moment, the world seems to pause as Veronica spoke.
"I wish to exact vengeance on the one who took my hand!"
"Very well then," says Kyubey, his long ears goes in through her chest, and moves around, as if they are hands, as if seeking for something within. When Kyubey's ears pulls out, an oval-shaped reddish light spawns out of her chest to the above and slowly comes down.
"This is your fate, that is your Soul Gem. Take hold it now."
She was in no condition to move, Veronica thought. Her entire body ached, and not a modicum of strength remained. There was no way she could reach for the red object before her...
Yet, her arm moved. She could lift it up, and almost without thinking about it, Veronica's hand was upon the Soul Gem.
At that moment, as her hand came into contact with the Soul Gem, Veronica could feel an entity that poured into her, coursing throughout her body. It felt as all her senses were lifted into an unearthly sensation. She could feel her spirit transcending beyond what she perceived as human understanding.
"As per your wish, your body should completely be healed as of now. Since you mentioned "means", you've gained a great amount of power and a fully healed body along with it, these powers should be more than enough, to exact your 'vengeance', I believe."
As the thingy spoke its words, Veronica becomes basked in a red aura. She could feel it alleviating her pain, her anguish, her suffering... it was an exhilarating experience for her. She was swept with bliss. Her body was no longer incapacitated with great aches; she stands upright, daintily pushing off the rubble that had crushed her body. Her strength was renewed... no, it was even greater than before. A profound feeling of power swells within her chest.
Of all, the greatest sensation Veronica could feel was the newfound perception that situated at end of her left arm. She could grasp with it, she could feel with it, she could touch with it.
The hand that she had lost to the warden had been restored.
Although it was her hand, it felt somewhat alien to her. And also...
She could feel a great power within it. She instinctively knew what the abilities that her hand held, but did not yet realize it herself.
However, unconsciously, a will emerges from her thoughts. With her will, she conceptualizes her power into images, familiar shapes. Within her mind, an image of a ruby-red flame is drawn. Veronica closes her eyes, and holds out her left hand. She shapes her hand, as if she was grasping something, and she shapes the image she has in her mind. As she opens her eyes again, a ruby-red flame generates. The flame basks her entire hand. Veronica felt no pain from it, but she could feel a strong heat—she realized this was the heat of her passion, her emotions.
Images and familiar shapes continued to pour into Veronica's mind. The conceptualized flames that she imagined spread out, covering an infinitely vast expanse. Veronica stretches her fingers outward, straightening her palm, and she glides her hand to emulate the spreading flames. As her hand runs a path from left to right in front of her, she draws a wall of flame, trailing from her hand's path. It's height from the base to its crown was the same size as her hand. It was as if she had dipped her hand in paint, and smeared it against a wall. As she brings her left hand down, the wall of flame continued to burn in the air.
After, Veronica closes her eyes. She imagines a very familiar shape to her. It's appearance was cylindrical, with a cone-like tip. It was a cartridge for a gun. All the elements in her mind agglomerate into the shape that she imagines, and as she opens her eyes, the wall of flame in front of her seems to disperse...
...and in its place were cartridges that levitated in the air. They were like ruby gems, and they beautifully shimmered in the light.
Finally, Veronica conceptualizes one last image. An action that she was very familiar with; a feeling that had engraved itself into Veronica's unconsciousness.
Veronica glides her left hand from right side of her body to the left, pulling it back, as if she was pushing a wave forward.
And in her mind, she imagines a trigger, which she pulls with her finger.
Immediately, the ruby bullets blast off from their shells in every direction. The shells that were left behind fall from where they levitated, shatter as they hit the ground, and seem to disperse into glittering sediment, carried off by the wind. As the bullets streak through the air, a bright-red trail of light seemed to trace the bullets' paths, filling the area with spectacular display. Their trajectories were erratically aimed as they preforated the clouded smoke, dispersing it. The bullets came into contact with dirt, debris, metal, and rubble, striking them ablaze in a marvelous explosion.
Veronica did not entirely realize what she was doing. The entire process was an autonomic response, like an instinct or a reflex. She simply knew, without realizing consciously, how to use her power. For a long while, Veronica stands in awe, still fathoming the newfound power bestowed upon her. Veronica looks down at her palms. Her hands seemed the same, but were now far from normal.
This was the power she wanted. This was what she needed. Indeed, rightfully so, this was her wish. With her own hands, she would repay the warden severalfold...
"Just as I had expected. Your powers are great. Even greater than the normal Mahou Shoujo and Shounen."
Veronica quickly turns toward the voice that had spoke so suddenly. Moreso than her new abilities, she could not grasp what the entity before her was. It seemed like some sort of animal, but...
"What are you...? What did you do...?" Veronica asks.
"I am Kyubey! As I said so before. Since you're made a contract with me, I've granted your wish and in exchange granted you powers. Now, you're charged with the duty to fight the Witches and Wizards."
Witches? Wizards? Such fantastical terms would normally only incur ridicule, but at this point, Veronica understood it would be simply foolish to disregard the supernatural phenomenon that she had witnessed personally. Such things were to be expected, but Veronica still could not contain her surprise or shock. Veronica realizes that she may have made a terrible mistake. As part of her upbringing, she should have understood and realized the risks of taking a deal.
With a hint of irritation, Veronica curtly demands, "Properly explain yourself, Kyubey."
"It's simple. Before the contract, you can ask for anything and make one wish. And I'll grant it to the wishmaker, after which, he or she will be charged with the duty of hunting down Witches and Wizards in exchange, as price for the wish. The wish is granted through a miracle. And a miracle costs more than your life. So you technically benefit quite a lot from this, assuming that you'll be able to fight the monsters for us properly. Any more questions?", Kyubey asked, tilting his head. His expression never changed all the while as he spoke telepathically.
Veronica gives a sharp response. "And if I breach the terms of the contract?"
"You'll be terminated by your own actions."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll have to find that out yourself."
How preposterous... Veronica already despised everything affiliated with this Kyubey. To entice others with the promise of changing their fate... only to have their fate ensnared by another force.
Reluctantly, Veronica acquiesces, saying, "I understand and will concede to the terms of the contract, Kyubey."
"Good to hear, though most of the ones who made contracts with me never really thought of breaching the terms of the contract. Anyway, the ring in your hand is your Soul Gem in one of it's other forms. You need to replenish magic by using Grief Seeds. In other words, purify it from time to time."
"Purify what, may I ask?"
"The more magic you use, the more darkness appears within your Soul Gem. It is a sign of either the user running out of magic or bearing a curse for someone. When that happens, a Mahou Shoujo must purify the darkness as soon as possible. Or else, they'll run of out magical powers."
"Where do I get Grief Seeds?"
"From Witches and Wizards. They drop them when you kill them. Of course, they don't always drop Grief Seeds.
"Where will I find these beings?"
"Hunt for them. They can be anywhere. Experienced Mahou Shoujo or Shounen sometimes tends to use the news as means for tracking them. Because suicide cases, tragedies, and cases where a group of people goes missing are caused by Witches and Wizards most of the time."
As Kyubey spoke, Veronica had been observing the wreckage around her. Veronica notices something, and walks to a pile of rubble. She places her hand upon the metal, and pushes it off with ridiculous strength. She continues to dig into the mound of wreckage for a while, and she stops after some time. She reaches into the wreckage and pulls out a brown leather bag—the one that Eurida had given to her. She places it on her shoulder, and walks back to Kyubey as he finishes speaking. She responds,
"I understand. Then, what would you have me do?"
"Hunt the Witches. But you can do it however you wish. You can also try to take revenge while you're at it. But never forget to hunt for Witches and Wizards while occupying yourself with anything else."
"Exactly how much freedom do I have to do as I please?"
"Depends on how you use your magic. If you're hunting to get Grief Seeds and thus, to stay alive; then you can do as you please for some days. If you want to avoid fighting with the monsters; try to avoid using strong abilities. But some people do it for other reasons, such as helping people secretly and saving them from the clutches of the Witches and Wizards."
"I see.
Veronica gives an exasperated sigh. She walks forward among the wreckage. The clouded smoke begins to lift, and the fires that burned gradually die out as the sun begins to settle behind the horizon. Veronica reaches the railroad tracks, and with her purse and tattered clothes, she walks the path to Tokyo. Looking back, she could no longer see Kyubey, not a trace of his presence remained.
As she continued to walk, the sky gradually becomes engulfed by darkness.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
[size=19][font=Courier New]Act:03[/h]
April 25th, Monday, 2050:
It was past midnight, upon that one same place that goes high up towards the sky; Tokyo Tower, Akira sat down and started the whistling. Kyubey bounced down beside him, looking down on the city glistening with various lights from many directions. Hey Kyubey, fancy seeing you here," said Akira, continuing to look down, and then continued, "How are you things going with the other Mahou Shoujo on the city? It feels really crowded now... and that field trip today is gonna make it worse... ", Akira sighed.
"It's going smoothly for the latest Mahou Shoujo who made a contract just yesterday, but Casashian-san is yet to defeat any Witches or Wizards, further more; a new Mahou Shoujo were born about eight hours ago, who's got great amount of potential."
"I see that you're on a roll, Kyubey. Making so many contracts recently. Damn, you're a real PRO at this, aren't you?", Akira said, giving a faint smirk, then slightly rolling his eyes towards Kyubey, feeling excited from the latest news. "My, my. I wouldn't be so sure about being a 'PRO' but I guess I'm just doing my job. But anyway. You were speaking of a field trip; if I may ask, how's it going to make any situations worse for you?"
"Well, students from Osaka's Kitano High school and Mitakihara's Mitakihara High school are coming down to my school, I bet a few Mahou Shoujo or Shounen will appear along with them. You know about the Mahou Shoujo and Shounen of those two cities right? Will they be really be coming on this city?", said Akira, no particular expression could be seen on his face now.
"If your information is correct, then this is going to be what the humans calls 'one heck of a ride', because this means that Aoi-san and Haruka-san are coming. The new Mahou Shoujo should be on this city, if not now then soon. This city... is suddenly gaining so many visitors," Kyubey closed his eyes for a moment, then sighed and continued, "Akira Takeshiro-san, if you're going to fight them for any territorial business, I suggest you forgo that thought now. It is impossible to win against one of them when both of them are together. Especially Sora-san, the legendary Mahou Shoujo."
Akira grinned, his smile expressed the feeling of expectations, excitement and hunger for battle. Kyubey realized his smile and his goals, "Akira-san... You can't be thinking of-, "That's right, I'm gonna beat these two visitors down, it's not like they are rookies like the other three. These two have their own territories, so I obviously have to ask them to excuse themselves."
Kyubey closed his eyes yet again; sighing, "There's no use in persuading you to stop, is there?", Kyubey said, now looking back on Akira's face. "There isn't. I'm definitely meeting with these two strong fighters."
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Students of Mitakihara high school on Mitakihara now started boarding the buses prepared to escort them to Tokyo's Tokyo high school. I hope I don't run into that brat who left this city, wanting to be a Mahou Shoujo. It'd be tedious for me to deal with her, Aoi thought after taking a seat on the bus. She preferred single seats which the right row of the seats consisted of, and sat down on the second one. Usami was expected to have boarded the bus already.
Students of Kitano High school of Osaka started entering the buses in order to soon reach their destination; Tokyo high school on Tokyo. Haruka and Menolly sat on the same bus together, many fun events were expected by Haruka. Tsukasa later entered the same bus.
I wonder if someone with great potential will arrive on this city soon.
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It was 7.00 a.m. in the morning. A morning like any other. A peaceful morning that seemed no different at all. One can hardly believe that just yesterday 14 people died jumping off Kitano Mall.
For Tsukasa, he did not want to believe it at all. He wanted to believe that his best friend, Ryuya Kitanouji, would greet him again this morning just like any other. He believed that this day would just be like any other, a dull day but hanging out with Ryuya would make it seem less dull.
However, reality is a cruel mistress. The moment he walk down the stairs to the living room, the news sounds out.
".....has been reported that a mass suicide incident happened in Kitano Mall yesterday around 5.00pm. The total deaths were 14, with one of them a student from Kitano High. Police have been investi...."
Tsukasa turns the TV off, not wanting to hear anymore. As Tsukasa puts down the remote, he remembers yesterday's events.
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"Hey, Tsu. Wanna hang out? Let's kick some zombie asses at the arcade!"
Like any other day, Ryuya invited Tsukasa out.
"Sure but I can't hang out so long today. We need to prepare for the trip tomorrow."
"Don't worry about that man. We can do those at home after we kick some zombie butt!"
"Well I guess you're right. Alright, I'm in!"
As the two of them walked towards Kitano Mall, they were having a chat about nothing particularly important.
"By the way, you.....like my sister, Akiha, right?" Ryuya suddenly blurted out.
"Huh?! W-w-what are you saying all of a sudden?!" Tsukasa became flustered because of what Ryuya said.
"No need to hide it man. I've known you for 10 long years already. I can at least see that you're interested in her."
"......"
"Yeah....well.... I can understand why you like her. Even as her brother, I can say that she is definitely hot."
"*nods*......Yeah....." Tsukasa just nodded and silently reply.
"Yep. So it's was pretty much normal for you to fall for her. Yeah, it was normal....for that....to happen."
"?? What's wrong Ryuya"
As though Tsukasa's words were a sort of trigger, Ryuya fell on his knees
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry. It was your fault, your fault. YOUR FAULT!! She tempted me. That's right. She did, she did. No she didn't. No she didn't. No. No. No. NONONONONONONONONONO, NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
His gradual words started getting louder and louder until he was practically screaming.
Tsukasa got alarmed. He tried to hold him but was flung aside.
"Wait! Ryuya!"
Tsukasa chased after Ryuya but Ryuya was running so fast. Ryuya ran and ran deeper into the mall and eventually Tsukasa lost sight of him. He tried calling Ryuya but he wasn't picking up. He looked for him frantically until he saw a crowd gathering outside the mall entrance. The moment he hurried over to the entrance, *THUD*. Something fell. Something fell in front of him. Something that made a blunt sound. Something that made a wet sound. Something.... RED.
It was a body. Who's body? A corpse. Who's CORPSE?
Those thoughts went over his head as he fearfully and slowly looked down at the body. His worst fears were confirmed. The body belonged to Ryuya.
Tsukasa's body rooted in place as though he could not move. He just kept staring at Ryuya's body in shock, until another loud *THUD* brought him to his senses.
It was another body. Another corpse. Another lifeless person. Something liquid splashed on his face. Something warm. Something unpleasant. Something that was RED.
He could hear screams all around him. Screams of terror. Screams of fright. Screams of fear, but that did not make him move at all. He could only stare at the blood on his hands, stare at the body of Ryuya.
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Tsukasa's eyes were empty. He takes his sports bag and leaves for the school trip in a mechanical fashion. He does not feel anything about the field trip today. Not after THAT. It is not the same. He walks towards the bus without thinking of anything. His mind was a pure blank sheet of white. Tsukasa bit his lip as he remembers how much Ryuya was looking forward to it.
"Hey Tsu, lets sneak into the girls' room at night!"
"Wouldn't we get in trouble for that?"
"Come on, it's a once in a lifetime chance man"
"*Sigh* You and your once in a lifetime chance. Alright I'll go with you."
"Yeah that's what friends are for!"
Everyone else in class was either chatting about the field trip, indifferent about Ryuya's death, or talking about the mass suicide yesterday. Tsukasa did not feel like joining any of them. A girl, Rion Tanaka walks up to Tsukasa with a sympathetic expression on her face.
"Hayane-kun. Are you alright?"
Tsukasa looked at her briefly and muttered "I'm fine....Just leave me alone please."
".....Ok, but please don't push yourself," as she turns around and walks back to her friends
Tsukasa was actually one of the guys that got along with the whole class he was pretty popular with the everyone as a guy that is fun to chat with, however he wants to be left alone now. Tsukasa was just thinking back about Ryuya when he overheard Itsuki Ishida and his group of friends talking out loud.
"Ya know, I always knew that Kitanouji was an idiot."
"Yeah man, he totally would go do some stupid shit like this."
"Ha! I bet you he was tricked by some dumbass cult somewhere!"
"Totally. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"I know right?! HAHAHAHAHAHA"
Tsukasa stood up silently from his seat and walked towards Itsuki's group. The moment one of them looked turn to face Tsukasa, he was punched in the face by Tsukasa. The guy was flung out of his seat and sprawled over the floor. The other two was surprised and before they and the rest of the class could even react, Tsukasa knee the second guy on the stomach and punch Ishida's face. Then, before they could even get up, he took. Before he could smack them a second time, the guys in the class restrained Tsukasa.
"FUCK YOU!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT RYUYA!? WHO GIVE THE RIGHT TO INSULT HIM!? LET ME GO! I'LL KILL THEM! I SWEAR I'LL FUCKING KILL THEM!!
Tsukasa's voice echoed through the bus as everyone look at him in shock.......
((OOC: Edited. Sorry for the inconvenience caused for not reading the grand post properly.))
For Tsukasa, he did not want to believe it at all. He wanted to believe that his best friend, Ryuya Kitanouji, would greet him again this morning just like any other. He believed that this day would just be like any other, a dull day but hanging out with Ryuya would make it seem less dull.
However, reality is a cruel mistress. The moment he walk down the stairs to the living room, the news sounds out.
".....has been reported that a mass suicide incident happened in Kitano Mall yesterday around 5.00pm. The total deaths were 14, with one of them a student from Kitano High. Police have been investi...."
Tsukasa turns the TV off, not wanting to hear anymore. As Tsukasa puts down the remote, he remembers yesterday's events.
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"Hey, Tsu. Wanna hang out? Let's kick some zombie asses at the arcade!"
Like any other day, Ryuya invited Tsukasa out.
"Sure but I can't hang out so long today. We need to prepare for the trip tomorrow."
"Don't worry about that man. We can do those at home after we kick some zombie butt!"
"Well I guess you're right. Alright, I'm in!"
As the two of them walked towards Kitano Mall, they were having a chat about nothing particularly important.
"By the way, you.....like my sister, Akiha, right?" Ryuya suddenly blurted out.
"Huh?! W-w-what are you saying all of a sudden?!" Tsukasa became flustered because of what Ryuya said.
"No need to hide it man. I've known you for 10 long years already. I can at least see that you're interested in her."
"......"
"Yeah....well.... I can understand why you like her. Even as her brother, I can say that she is definitely hot."
"*nods*......Yeah....." Tsukasa just nodded and silently reply.
"Yep. So it's was pretty much normal for you to fall for her. Yeah, it was normal....for that....to happen."
"?? What's wrong Ryuya"
As though Tsukasa's words were a sort of trigger, Ryuya fell on his knees
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry. It was your fault, your fault. YOUR FAULT!! She tempted me. That's right. She did, she did. No she didn't. No she didn't. No. No. No. NONONONONONONONONONO, NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
His gradual words started getting louder and louder until he was practically screaming.
Tsukasa got alarmed. He tried to hold him but was flung aside.
"Wait! Ryuya!"
Tsukasa chased after Ryuya but Ryuya was running so fast. Ryuya ran and ran deeper into the mall and eventually Tsukasa lost sight of him. He tried calling Ryuya but he wasn't picking up. He looked for him frantically until he saw a crowd gathering outside the mall entrance. The moment he hurried over to the entrance, *THUD*. Something fell. Something fell in front of him. Something that made a blunt sound. Something that made a wet sound. Something.... RED.
It was a body. Who's body? A corpse. Who's CORPSE?
Those thoughts went over his head as he fearfully and slowly looked down at the body. His worst fears were confirmed. The body belonged to Ryuya.
Tsukasa's body rooted in place as though he could not move. He just kept staring at Ryuya's body in shock, until another loud *THUD* brought him to his senses.
It was another body. Another corpse. Another lifeless person. Something liquid splashed on his face. Something warm. Something unpleasant. Something that was RED.
He could hear screams all around him. Screams of terror. Screams of fright. Screams of fear, but that did not make him move at all. He could only stare at the blood on his hands, stare at the body of Ryuya.
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Tsukasa's eyes were empty. He takes his sports bag and leaves for the school trip in a mechanical fashion. He does not feel anything about the field trip today. Not after THAT. It is not the same. He walks towards the bus without thinking of anything. His mind was a pure blank sheet of white. Tsukasa bit his lip as he remembers how much Ryuya was looking forward to it.
"Hey Tsu, lets sneak into the girls' room at night!"
"Wouldn't we get in trouble for that?"
"Come on, it's a once in a lifetime chance man"
"*Sigh* You and your once in a lifetime chance. Alright I'll go with you."
"Yeah that's what friends are for!"
Everyone else in class was either chatting about the field trip, indifferent about Ryuya's death, or talking about the mass suicide yesterday. Tsukasa did not feel like joining any of them. A girl, Rion Tanaka walks up to Tsukasa with a sympathetic expression on her face.
"Hayane-kun. Are you alright?"
Tsukasa looked at her briefly and muttered "I'm fine....Just leave me alone please."
".....Ok, but please don't push yourself," as she turns around and walks back to her friends
Tsukasa was actually one of the guys that got along with the whole class he was pretty popular with the everyone as a guy that is fun to chat with, however he wants to be left alone now. Tsukasa was just thinking back about Ryuya when he overheard Itsuki Ishida and his group of friends talking out loud.
"Ya know, I always knew that Kitanouji was an idiot."
"Yeah man, he totally would go do some stupid shit like this."
"Ha! I bet you he was tricked by some dumbass cult somewhere!"
"Totally. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"I know right?! HAHAHAHAHAHA"
Tsukasa stood up silently from his seat and walked towards Itsuki's group. The moment one of them looked turn to face Tsukasa, he was punched in the face by Tsukasa. The guy was flung out of his seat and sprawled over the floor. The other two was surprised and before they and the rest of the class could even react, Tsukasa knee the second guy on the stomach and punch Ishida's face. Then, before they could even get up, he took. Before he could smack them a second time, the guys in the class restrained Tsukasa.
"FUCK YOU!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW ABOUT RYUYA!? WHO GIVE THE RIGHT TO INSULT HIM!? LET ME GO! I'LL KILL THEM! I SWEAR I'LL FUCKING KILL THEM!!
Tsukasa's voice echoed through the bus as everyone look at him in shock.......
((OOC: Edited. Sorry for the inconvenience caused for not reading the grand post properly.))
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The Alarm Clock went off as he mumbled in his sleep, twisting and turning and groaning before finally pressing the button on his clock and shutting off the alarm. Yuki Amano woke up in anticipation of the Field Trip. First Kitino High Students from Osaka would travel to the Tokyo High School, and then Mitakihara students would also come to the H.S. and the three schools would have some activities together.
He would be even more ecstatic of the day, if it weren’t for his mission to find his parent's killers. He flashed back to the day just before his parents disappeared.... They were celebrating the fact that he was getting honor roll in his high school before moving over to Tokyo.
His Mother: My proud son ^.^, what can I get you? She had the brightest of smiles and a kindred face and despite her age, she was well-endowed with youth and beauty. A Yuki that was much kinder and sweeter and gentle smiled back and nodded 'no'.
"There's no need for that, mother" Yuki said at the time "I'm just doing my best for the family, for us." He learned humility at an early age as a part of an elite family. His father then noggied him on the head, and his stern serious father actually had a look of approval and praise on his face.
"How about I remove the ban on video games? I always wanted you to focus on your studies, but I think I've taken away your childhood. What do you say to the PS4?" The PS4 was the latest model of the Playstation System and it allowed for Virtual Reality experience, his father spoke of an anime called .Hack//Sign that makes him play the PS4 for good ole times. "Hopefully, we get a game that mimics the .Hack series" His father once said, sighing happily. "Good times...Good times."
"Sure, dad I'd love that!" Yuki exclaimed as he hugged his dad hard and he dropped the facade of seriousness and was then a 15-year old young boy. That was then..... but the next day.....
"Mom, Dad?" Yuki asked as he walked through the rooms one by one...."Mom, Dad?" He then walked into the garage and screamed...He saw their bodies bloodied and all hanging from the wall with a rope across their neck. The police determined it was suicide as there were no fingerprints, not even the remote indication of gloves. Which suggested they hung themselves....He didn't believe it, no, more like he didn't want to believe it.....That night, he vowed.
"Mom, Dad...I'll find your killers and when I do, they'll pay!"
He clenched his fists violently as he remembered his vow, the furious hot water beating on his masculine male body and his buff chest and abs as he looked up into the ceiling with a determined look on his eyes....
As he got out of the shower he began to get dressed. He wore a white dress shirt with a blue tie to go along with it, and some light jeans and some khaki shoes. A bit too formal for a casual trip, but Yuki did whatever he could to uphold the Amano Name, eventually when he avenges his parents the weight that’s currently burdened on his shoulders would utterly disappear.
Because of the Field Trip, his school had a two-hour delay he liked that as it allowed him to get more sleep, take more time in the shower and enjoy his breakfasts longer. He had French Toast Sticks, eggs and some orange juice. As he turned on the TV and he began to eat some eggs, he heard on the news of the murders taking place this morning involving a Kitano High student, he chuckled a bit “That’s some bad rep to go on a Field Trip on….” . Then as more details were told during the report, he paused.
“Wait a moment, a kid with no criminal record doing something like this and the mass suicides before hand…They’re like the murder of my parents, mysterious events that have no logical explanation…. It’s not a coincidence, these events are somehow related to each other!” Yuki came to that conclusion, through watching a lot of Detective Conan and reading some Sherlock Holmes books, he became something of a detective himself. Though no where as sharp as the protagonist Jimmy Kudo or as sharp as the legendary fiction figure himself Holmes. But he wasn’t entirely clueless….He eventually ate his breakfast..
As he picked up his suitcase and left, with an half an hour to reach the high school. He began to reflect on it, the night of his parents “suicide” or really their murder. The mass suicide and serial killings of several people in two days involving Kitano High…. Was there any other connection that could be made other than the mysteriousness of those events?
“None” He sighed, “Nothing I can think of for right now. All I can think of, is maybe visiting those sites and maybe trying to get clues…But the place might be locked down for a while, so my best chance at getting info might be with the Field Trip. Somebody has to know something….” He walked into the H.S. with fifteen minutes to spare and he had noticed that several busses from the forementioned schools were parking and getting ready to release the students. He was chided for missing homeroom, which he shrugged it off considering there’d be virtually no school. He uttered some “hai’s” and “Yes ma’ams.” And went through the routine, while looking out the window and pondered inside of his head….
“What’s going on….In this country?”
He would be even more ecstatic of the day, if it weren’t for his mission to find his parent's killers. He flashed back to the day just before his parents disappeared.... They were celebrating the fact that he was getting honor roll in his high school before moving over to Tokyo.
His Mother: My proud son ^.^, what can I get you? She had the brightest of smiles and a kindred face and despite her age, she was well-endowed with youth and beauty. A Yuki that was much kinder and sweeter and gentle smiled back and nodded 'no'.
"There's no need for that, mother" Yuki said at the time "I'm just doing my best for the family, for us." He learned humility at an early age as a part of an elite family. His father then noggied him on the head, and his stern serious father actually had a look of approval and praise on his face.
"How about I remove the ban on video games? I always wanted you to focus on your studies, but I think I've taken away your childhood. What do you say to the PS4?" The PS4 was the latest model of the Playstation System and it allowed for Virtual Reality experience, his father spoke of an anime called .Hack//Sign that makes him play the PS4 for good ole times. "Hopefully, we get a game that mimics the .Hack series" His father once said, sighing happily. "Good times...Good times."
"Sure, dad I'd love that!" Yuki exclaimed as he hugged his dad hard and he dropped the facade of seriousness and was then a 15-year old young boy. That was then..... but the next day.....
"Mom, Dad?" Yuki asked as he walked through the rooms one by one...."Mom, Dad?" He then walked into the garage and screamed...He saw their bodies bloodied and all hanging from the wall with a rope across their neck. The police determined it was suicide as there were no fingerprints, not even the remote indication of gloves. Which suggested they hung themselves....He didn't believe it, no, more like he didn't want to believe it.....That night, he vowed.
"Mom, Dad...I'll find your killers and when I do, they'll pay!"
He clenched his fists violently as he remembered his vow, the furious hot water beating on his masculine male body and his buff chest and abs as he looked up into the ceiling with a determined look on his eyes....
As he got out of the shower he began to get dressed. He wore a white dress shirt with a blue tie to go along with it, and some light jeans and some khaki shoes. A bit too formal for a casual trip, but Yuki did whatever he could to uphold the Amano Name, eventually when he avenges his parents the weight that’s currently burdened on his shoulders would utterly disappear.
Because of the Field Trip, his school had a two-hour delay he liked that as it allowed him to get more sleep, take more time in the shower and enjoy his breakfasts longer. He had French Toast Sticks, eggs and some orange juice. As he turned on the TV and he began to eat some eggs, he heard on the news of the murders taking place this morning involving a Kitano High student, he chuckled a bit “That’s some bad rep to go on a Field Trip on….” . Then as more details were told during the report, he paused.
“Wait a moment, a kid with no criminal record doing something like this and the mass suicides before hand…They’re like the murder of my parents, mysterious events that have no logical explanation…. It’s not a coincidence, these events are somehow related to each other!” Yuki came to that conclusion, through watching a lot of Detective Conan and reading some Sherlock Holmes books, he became something of a detective himself. Though no where as sharp as the protagonist Jimmy Kudo or as sharp as the legendary fiction figure himself Holmes. But he wasn’t entirely clueless….He eventually ate his breakfast..
As he picked up his suitcase and left, with an half an hour to reach the high school. He began to reflect on it, the night of his parents “suicide” or really their murder. The mass suicide and serial killings of several people in two days involving Kitano High…. Was there any other connection that could be made other than the mysteriousness of those events?
“None” He sighed, “Nothing I can think of for right now. All I can think of, is maybe visiting those sites and maybe trying to get clues…But the place might be locked down for a while, so my best chance at getting info might be with the Field Trip. Somebody has to know something….” He walked into the H.S. with fifteen minutes to spare and he had noticed that several busses from the forementioned schools were parking and getting ready to release the students. He was chided for missing homeroom, which he shrugged it off considering there’d be virtually no school. He uttered some “hai’s” and “Yes ma’ams.” And went through the routine, while looking out the window and pondered inside of his head….
“What’s going on….In this country?”
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Usami woke up late in the morning and was running around the house; getting ready. She had forgotten to set the alarm on her clock to wake up early and now she was running late. Fortunately for her, the luggage was ready already due to the efforts on packing up last night. But it took her a while to get ready herself in the morning. She frantically rushed out of the house, though she still made sure she locked the door. She then ran as fast as she could to school, since she didn't want to be left behind.
When Usami got to the school, she saw everyone getting on the bus. After which, she sprinted up towards the bus but when she got closer; she suddenly tripped. She then got up slowly and just walked from there to the bus, while she kept her head down. After she got onto the bus, still looking down, she only looked for an empty seat.
When Usami got to the school, she saw everyone getting on the bus. After which, she sprinted up towards the bus but when she got closer; she suddenly tripped. She then got up slowly and just walked from there to the bus, while she kept her head down. After she got onto the bus, still looking down, she only looked for an empty seat.
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Sweet dreams had played the night away, in Soju's mind, as the alarm clock rightfully ripped her from her slumber.
The alarm blared its noise as Soju started to stir from where she had been sleeping, at the desk where she had dozens of Tokyo maps sprawled all over it. She ruffles the maps as she pushes back the chair and stands up, stretching. She walks gingerly over to the clock and pushes the button to shut it off. After which, she throws open the curtains to let in the morning sunlight.
"Ah. I don't know why, but the morning sunlight is always so refreshing.", Soju says as she opens up the window to get a fresh morning breeze to come through into her room.
She glances back at the clock, which denotes the time of 6:15am, and starts to head towards her closet.
"That's right. The field trip is today. And then I can finally repay my debt to Usami-senpai.", she says as she smiles, and takes out a towel.
Soju then opens her bedroom door, and heads down the hall to the bathroom and starts her morning routine. Taking a shower, washing her hair, brushing her teeth, and brushing her hair, all before she heads back to her room, where she then dresses in the Tokyo Middle School's uniform.
She headed downstairs towards the living room, and turned on the television while waiting for Casa-san to come down. She waited, and watched the news, for any reports that might lead to where a Witch or Wizard might be.
The alarm blared its noise as Soju started to stir from where she had been sleeping, at the desk where she had dozens of Tokyo maps sprawled all over it. She ruffles the maps as she pushes back the chair and stands up, stretching. She walks gingerly over to the clock and pushes the button to shut it off. After which, she throws open the curtains to let in the morning sunlight.
"Ah. I don't know why, but the morning sunlight is always so refreshing.", Soju says as she opens up the window to get a fresh morning breeze to come through into her room.
She glances back at the clock, which denotes the time of 6:15am, and starts to head towards her closet.
"That's right. The field trip is today. And then I can finally repay my debt to Usami-senpai.", she says as she smiles, and takes out a towel.
Soju then opens her bedroom door, and heads down the hall to the bathroom and starts her morning routine. Taking a shower, washing her hair, brushing her teeth, and brushing her hair, all before she heads back to her room, where she then dresses in the Tokyo Middle School's uniform.
She headed downstairs towards the living room, and turned on the television while waiting for Casa-san to come down. She waited, and watched the news, for any reports that might lead to where a Witch or Wizard might be.
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M[size=12]enolly yawned, rubbing her eyes and fixing her hair. Today was the school field trip, and despite her lethargy, she was very excited. She woke up to cinnamon and sugar rice made by Yuiko and a packed lunch, along with her bag on the table and a note next to it, reading,[/h]
[size=12]She giggled at her sister's silliness, making a mental note to wake her up as she folded and pocketed the item. She finished getting ready then ran to the spot that the students were to gather at; spotting Haruka, she smiled and approached her friend, greeting her. She bounced excitedly on her heels.
Boarding the bus, they went to start their day.
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[size=12]She giggled at her sister's silliness, making a mental note to wake her up as she folded and pocketed the item. She finished getting ready then ran to the spot that the students were to gather at; spotting Haruka, she smiled and approached her friend, greeting her. She bounced excitedly on her heels.
Boarding the bus, they went to start their day.
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Awakening from her dreams Casashian looked at the ceiling thinking "So many lies are out there , and I've added my own into the mix" she spoke to herself showing a grimace on her face.
As she raised herself from her bed she remembered that she hasn't catched up with her studies , being lazy about this thing isn't a good thing in the long run , adding to that is the sound of someone taking a shower "That must be Soju , I think ." she spoke to herself while picking up her uniform from her closet , a female uniform , followed up by putting her notebooks and books for school into her backpack.
Finishing preparing her school bag she heard the bathroom door closing. Waiting a few seconds for Soju to go downstairs Casashian rushed into the bathroom naked holding up her uniform .
Inside she placed her clothes on the ground , following up into brushing her teeth , taking a shower and dressing up.
After she got herself dressed she looks up in the mirror and goes downstairs meeting up with Soju and my mother.
"Good day Soju , how are you?" Casashian asked while walking towards her
As she raised herself from her bed she remembered that she hasn't catched up with her studies , being lazy about this thing isn't a good thing in the long run , adding to that is the sound of someone taking a shower "That must be Soju , I think ." she spoke to herself while picking up her uniform from her closet , a female uniform , followed up by putting her notebooks and books for school into her backpack.
Finishing preparing her school bag she heard the bathroom door closing. Waiting a few seconds for Soju to go downstairs Casashian rushed into the bathroom naked holding up her uniform .
Inside she placed her clothes on the ground , following up into brushing her teeth , taking a shower and dressing up.
After she got herself dressed she looks up in the mirror and goes downstairs meeting up with Soju and my mother.
"Good day Soju , how are you?" Casashian asked while walking towards her
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"You're running a little late, Casa-san.", I say as I pay attention to the special bulletin of a train wreckage earlier. I had my legs pulled up to my body, and my head resting on my knees, as I sat watching the television.
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"Late what do you mean?" Casashian replied looking confused while she grabs her small bento putting it into her backpack.
"Is something out of the ordinary going on? she asked Soju peeking an eye at the television.
"Those poor people.. Someone should do something about these kind of 'accidents' that are appearing from time to time she though to herself trying to keep her neutral face.
"Is something out of the ordinary going on? she asked Soju peeking an eye at the television.
"Those poor people.. Someone should do something about these kind of 'accidents' that are appearing from time to time she though to herself trying to keep her neutral face.
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I sigh as I turn off the television and gather up my things.
"The school field trip is today. All the high school students from Mitakihara and Osaka are coming today. And I bet there is one certain person in their group.", I say the last part under my breath. "We should be going, and Casa-san." I tilt my head back towards Casa-san, saying "We must pay close attention to the news, if we want to come out ahead."
I head towards the entry way, to get my shoes on.
"The school field trip is today. All the high school students from Mitakihara and Osaka are coming today. And I bet there is one certain person in their group.", I say the last part under my breath. "We should be going, and Casa-san." I tilt my head back towards Casa-san, saying "We must pay close attention to the news, if we want to come out ahead."
I head towards the entry way, to get my shoes on.
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"Wait what school trip? I don't understand ... I mean yesterday I skipped school to help mom on her chores " I replied looking at my mom who's preparing a meal while keeping herself unusually quiet.
"Anyway where are they going to meet?" Casashian asked while she putted the bento back.
"Anyway where are they going to meet?" Casashian asked while she putted the bento back.
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I stop dead as Casa-san gets flustered, and sharply turn around.
"They are going to your school Casa-san. I don't know what you're supposed to do, or what they're going to do, as I'm only in middle school. But it must be important enough that they also announced it to the middle school as well, and told us to talk with those from Mitakihara and Osaka, and learn about what High School is like there.", I say with a bit of a bite to my words.
"They are going to your school Casa-san. I don't know what you're supposed to do, or what they're going to do, as I'm only in middle school. But it must be important enough that they also announced it to the middle school as well, and told us to talk with those from Mitakihara and Osaka, and learn about what High School is like there.", I say with a bit of a bite to my words.
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"Oh.. new people.." Casashian spoke quietly.
"Then I think its time for us to get a move on!" Casashian continued grabbing her small bento and saying goodbye to her mom.
"Then I think its time for us to get a move on!" Casashian continued grabbing her small bento and saying goodbye to her mom.
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As the students of Kitano High gets off the bus, the students of class 1-3 had dark looks all around. One of the reasons was due to Tsukasa's behaviour. Tsukasa's face practically screams anger and had killer intent all over it.
Each class was separated into two rooms, one for the guys and one for the girls. As Tsukasa put his stuff on his space, he heard a few of his classmates talking in hushed voices,
"Man I thought Hayane was a calmer guy."
"Yeah, he totally snapped at Ishida and the others."
Tsukasa just glared at them and they looked away hurriedly. Tsukasa knew these types; They were cowards and would never pick a fight with someone stronger. Tsukasa was a Kendo 3-dan holder and had learned enough Karate to take out a grown man. That was the reason Ishida and his gang was taken down like that.
In any case, Tsukasa wasn't in the mood for a field trip. He thinks back to the events of yesterday and tried to pick up any sort of information. The only thing that stood out was when Ryuya suddenly wailed in derision.
As he walked towards the bath, he rethinks on what Ryuya said.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry. It was your fault, your fault. YOUR FAULT!! She tempted me. That's right. She did, she did. No she didn't. No she didn't. No. No. No. NONONONONONONONONONO, NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"She". The word had came up multiple times. Who was Ryuya implying? Ryuya was a very sociable guy and had quite a few close friends that are girls. Tsukasa went over his head of the names of the girls: Rion Tanaka, Eri Kiyokawa, Momoko Hinamori, Chitose Tenkawa and Ryuya's sister Akiha Kitanouji.
He thought to himself, No, Akiha is unlikely to be the suspect. I'll interrogate each and every one of them if I have to. If I find out the bitch that did this to him, I'm going to MURDER her!!!!
Unbeknownst to him, Rion was looking at Tsukasa with a look concern.
"Hey, Rion. What are you doing? Aren't we getting some milk?"
Rion snapped back into her senses and turned back to her friends.
"Huh? Oh yeah....Let's go...."
Each class was separated into two rooms, one for the guys and one for the girls. As Tsukasa put his stuff on his space, he heard a few of his classmates talking in hushed voices,
"Man I thought Hayane was a calmer guy."
"Yeah, he totally snapped at Ishida and the others."
Tsukasa just glared at them and they looked away hurriedly. Tsukasa knew these types; They were cowards and would never pick a fight with someone stronger. Tsukasa was a Kendo 3-dan holder and had learned enough Karate to take out a grown man. That was the reason Ishida and his gang was taken down like that.
In any case, Tsukasa wasn't in the mood for a field trip. He thinks back to the events of yesterday and tried to pick up any sort of information. The only thing that stood out was when Ryuya suddenly wailed in derision.
As he walked towards the bath, he rethinks on what Ryuya said.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry. It was your fault, your fault. YOUR FAULT!! She tempted me. That's right. She did, she did. No she didn't. No she didn't. No. No. No. NONONONONONONONONONO, NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"She". The word had came up multiple times. Who was Ryuya implying? Ryuya was a very sociable guy and had quite a few close friends that are girls. Tsukasa went over his head of the names of the girls: Rion Tanaka, Eri Kiyokawa, Momoko Hinamori, Chitose Tenkawa and Ryuya's sister Akiha Kitanouji.
He thought to himself, No, Akiha is unlikely to be the suspect. I'll interrogate each and every one of them if I have to. If I find out the bitch that did this to him, I'm going to MURDER her!!!!
Unbeknownst to him, Rion was looking at Tsukasa with a look concern.
"Hey, Rion. What are you doing? Aren't we getting some milk?"
Rion snapped back into her senses and turned back to her friends.
"Huh? Oh yeah....Let's go...."
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
((OOC: This is something that I'd like to call a "grand joint post." It is between Menolly-hime, Zandorf, Anud, LustfulAngel, Raikadashi, Katsucha and I.))
The students were brought outside of the buses along with their luggages and everyone stood in three-line rows. The teachers started giving lectures about the possible dangers of getting lost, theft if not careful enough, and to contact the teachers if any serious problems occur and that the members of the groups made should always stick together. As the teachers kept on speaking, Haruka looked around for Aoi and Aoi did the same, both worried, but could feel each other's presence on the area.
As the other students were making their way out in three-line rows, Tokyo High teachers instructed us that it was time for Tokyo High Students to meet the other students. Yuki was a part of the Student Council, the Vice-President, in fact. So along with the other council members, they were the first ones to walk out and greet them. They respectfully bowed towards them and as they were doing the ceremonial bows, Yuki beamed a happy smile. It's true, Yuki thought. Even though I want to gather information, I also want to make friends...that person was right; I can't dwell in despair forever.
All leaders of the groups of students at the end of the lectures on the open field received papers, excluding the students of Tokyo High School. One would see some phone call numbers for the students to dial if they were to fall under any dangers or get lost and need immediate help. Some areas were listed that it was compulsory for people to visit. Once the groups were made, consisting of 5 students, they are all bid farewell by the teachers.
Aoi, Haruka, Menolly and Usami ended up in the same group. Coincidence much? Haruka whispered to Aoi, "What did you do this time?"
"Simple, I bribed one of the teachers and thus, we're together," she said, as if she did a really good job. "Not too nice, but okay... Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to my new friend, Menolly Koizumi-chan."
At hearing her name, Menolly looked over at Aoi and Haruka. She shuffled her feet, feeling nervous and quite shy. "It's nice to meet you, Aoyama-san. I hope we get along well," she bowed her head politely and smiled.
Aoi had these what could be called... 'cold eyes', as if lifeless. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, after which she looked back at Haruka. Haruka then quickly reached Menolly's ears, announcing that Aoi is just bad at opening up to new people she doesn't know.
Menolly sent a quick message to her sister Yuiko, making sure she woke up in time to meet her manager at a nearby cafe. She then pocketed her mobile and looked at both of the girls in her company. She bit her lip, not very good at starting conversations, "I've never gone so far from home. Maybe that's a bit strange for a girl my age," she giggled, "But I'm actually really excited."
"Never gone far from home eh... ?" Aoi thought out loud. Haruka looked behind her, towards the other two, Usami and Hayane.
Hearing Aoi mention that, Usami went away from the group for a bit since those words reminded her of something she didn't want to remember.
Haruka looks at Usami for a moment, "I wonder what happened to her," Aoi didn't bother to look at Usami despite knowing and remembering who she is.
Menolly looked at the other girl who walked away, concerned if she was feeling alright. "I wonder if she might feel sick..." she wondered quietly to herself. She looked at Haruka and Aoi and said, shyly, "Please excuse me for a moment." Feeling strangely out of herself, Menolly couldn't help but feel drawn to the girl who was walking away. She followed after her through the crowd, but quickly lost sight of her. She frowned, deciding she'd find her later and ask Haruka and Aoi if they knew her. She travelled back to her small group and smiled, "Sorry, I'm back now."
"So, Menolly-chan, which areas here on the list interest you? I really want to go to the Tokyo Tower which is on the bottom of the list. And it's quite far away according to this map, too, which is a bummer." "How about we visit other places as we go there? I wanna go there too, but there's a market before it, according to the map," Aoi suggested.
As the Mitakihara students and the Osaka students got together and got their papers and information, teachers from Tokyo High addressed the students. While he was a dutiful vice-president of the council, he couldn't help but sigh. Listening to a teacher's lecture is ALWAYS, ALWAYS boring. While the students knew the area all too well, even the Tokyo High teachers preached on the side of caution and gave the students numbers to faculty staff members and even the numbers to their own parents. Yeah, Yeah...let's go, He moaned silently and complained, but the head teacher noticed him and said, "You look eager to make new friends, Yuki-kun," she smiled and he blushed, knowing that she was right. At first, it was about getting information...but now, I want to make friends.
"That's not true!" He softly, yet somewhat loudly blurted out, flustered and out of his comfort zone as his face was bright red. The other students and the fellow council members laughed at him. So, finally all of the students were dismissed and he looked around for a relatively open group of new students to get to know. On second thought, how was he going to approach students about his suspicions? Hey, do you know anything about the suicides and the murders? He thought to himself and sighed, shaking his head. "As if," he muttered to himself. Then, he noticed a young girl looking downward and a group of other young ladies as well as a gentleman. He'd look like a typical young teen boy, he bemoaned, but something beyond himself told him it'd be great if he could be friends with them.
He walked over to the group with his shirt buttoned dignantly, he knew that studying in Osaka was Haruka-sama and Aoi-sama in Mitakihara.
Their prestige is well known all over Japan and he figured the best way he could restore the pride of the Amano family was to get on the right foot with two still prestigious families. He bowed respectfully and looked at the group. "Aoyama-sama and Haruka-sama, it's such an honor to grace us with your presence here in Tokyo." He smiled maliciously and looked at Menolly."And you, what's got you all flustered?"
"I'm the vice-president of Tokyo High's student council, Yuki Amano. It's nice to meet you and I hope you'll let me tag along."
Startled by the sudden newcomer, Menolly backed up a few steps and bit her lip. Despite her easy-going manner, to hear him be so polite to Aoi and Haruka then rude to her made her prickle with irritation. However, she inwardly took a breath and calmed down, telling herself, Maybe he's just trying to be polite. She gave him a warm smile and answered, "I'm a bit nervous, because this is my first trip going so far from Osaka. I've never left there, you see," she listened to his introduction with a quiet curiosity. "It's nice to meet you, Amano-san. My name is Menolly Koizumi," she introduced herself in return quietly, but gave no answer to his mention of 'tagging along.' She looked over at Haruka and Aoi, bright eyes trying to gauge their reaction to Yuki. Admittedly, she wasn't sure if they would end up accepting his offer to tag along. She herself wouldn't deny someone seeking company, but the other two could feel completely different.
Haruka and Aoi looked at each other, "How about it, Sora?"
"Can I kill him now?"
"Of course not, jeez!" Haruka then looked back at Menolly and Yuki while drops of sweat ran down at the back of her head, "O-Of course you can tag along!"
Menolly giggled at the exchange between Haruka and Aoi, covering her mouth lightly with her hand. "I don't mind, either."
The students were brought outside of the buses along with their luggages and everyone stood in three-line rows. The teachers started giving lectures about the possible dangers of getting lost, theft if not careful enough, and to contact the teachers if any serious problems occur and that the members of the groups made should always stick together. As the teachers kept on speaking, Haruka looked around for Aoi and Aoi did the same, both worried, but could feel each other's presence on the area.
As the other students were making their way out in three-line rows, Tokyo High teachers instructed us that it was time for Tokyo High Students to meet the other students. Yuki was a part of the Student Council, the Vice-President, in fact. So along with the other council members, they were the first ones to walk out and greet them. They respectfully bowed towards them and as they were doing the ceremonial bows, Yuki beamed a happy smile. It's true, Yuki thought. Even though I want to gather information, I also want to make friends...that person was right; I can't dwell in despair forever.
All leaders of the groups of students at the end of the lectures on the open field received papers, excluding the students of Tokyo High School. One would see some phone call numbers for the students to dial if they were to fall under any dangers or get lost and need immediate help. Some areas were listed that it was compulsory for people to visit. Once the groups were made, consisting of 5 students, they are all bid farewell by the teachers.
Aoi, Haruka, Menolly and Usami ended up in the same group. Coincidence much? Haruka whispered to Aoi, "What did you do this time?"
"Simple, I bribed one of the teachers and thus, we're together," she said, as if she did a really good job. "Not too nice, but okay... Anyway, I'd like to introduce you to my new friend, Menolly Koizumi-chan."
At hearing her name, Menolly looked over at Aoi and Haruka. She shuffled her feet, feeling nervous and quite shy. "It's nice to meet you, Aoyama-san. I hope we get along well," she bowed her head politely and smiled.
Aoi had these what could be called... 'cold eyes', as if lifeless. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, after which she looked back at Haruka. Haruka then quickly reached Menolly's ears, announcing that Aoi is just bad at opening up to new people she doesn't know.
Menolly sent a quick message to her sister Yuiko, making sure she woke up in time to meet her manager at a nearby cafe. She then pocketed her mobile and looked at both of the girls in her company. She bit her lip, not very good at starting conversations, "I've never gone so far from home. Maybe that's a bit strange for a girl my age," she giggled, "But I'm actually really excited."
"Never gone far from home eh... ?" Aoi thought out loud. Haruka looked behind her, towards the other two, Usami and Hayane.
Hearing Aoi mention that, Usami went away from the group for a bit since those words reminded her of something she didn't want to remember.
Haruka looks at Usami for a moment, "I wonder what happened to her," Aoi didn't bother to look at Usami despite knowing and remembering who she is.
Menolly looked at the other girl who walked away, concerned if she was feeling alright. "I wonder if she might feel sick..." she wondered quietly to herself. She looked at Haruka and Aoi and said, shyly, "Please excuse me for a moment." Feeling strangely out of herself, Menolly couldn't help but feel drawn to the girl who was walking away. She followed after her through the crowd, but quickly lost sight of her. She frowned, deciding she'd find her later and ask Haruka and Aoi if they knew her. She travelled back to her small group and smiled, "Sorry, I'm back now."
"So, Menolly-chan, which areas here on the list interest you? I really want to go to the Tokyo Tower which is on the bottom of the list. And it's quite far away according to this map, too, which is a bummer." "How about we visit other places as we go there? I wanna go there too, but there's a market before it, according to the map," Aoi suggested.
As the Mitakihara students and the Osaka students got together and got their papers and information, teachers from Tokyo High addressed the students. While he was a dutiful vice-president of the council, he couldn't help but sigh. Listening to a teacher's lecture is ALWAYS, ALWAYS boring. While the students knew the area all too well, even the Tokyo High teachers preached on the side of caution and gave the students numbers to faculty staff members and even the numbers to their own parents. Yeah, Yeah...let's go, He moaned silently and complained, but the head teacher noticed him and said, "You look eager to make new friends, Yuki-kun," she smiled and he blushed, knowing that she was right. At first, it was about getting information...but now, I want to make friends.
"That's not true!" He softly, yet somewhat loudly blurted out, flustered and out of his comfort zone as his face was bright red. The other students and the fellow council members laughed at him. So, finally all of the students were dismissed and he looked around for a relatively open group of new students to get to know. On second thought, how was he going to approach students about his suspicions? Hey, do you know anything about the suicides and the murders? He thought to himself and sighed, shaking his head. "As if," he muttered to himself. Then, he noticed a young girl looking downward and a group of other young ladies as well as a gentleman. He'd look like a typical young teen boy, he bemoaned, but something beyond himself told him it'd be great if he could be friends with them.
He walked over to the group with his shirt buttoned dignantly, he knew that studying in Osaka was Haruka-sama and Aoi-sama in Mitakihara.
Their prestige is well known all over Japan and he figured the best way he could restore the pride of the Amano family was to get on the right foot with two still prestigious families. He bowed respectfully and looked at the group. "Aoyama-sama and Haruka-sama, it's such an honor to grace us with your presence here in Tokyo." He smiled maliciously and looked at Menolly."And you, what's got you all flustered?"
"I'm the vice-president of Tokyo High's student council, Yuki Amano. It's nice to meet you and I hope you'll let me tag along."
Startled by the sudden newcomer, Menolly backed up a few steps and bit her lip. Despite her easy-going manner, to hear him be so polite to Aoi and Haruka then rude to her made her prickle with irritation. However, she inwardly took a breath and calmed down, telling herself, Maybe he's just trying to be polite. She gave him a warm smile and answered, "I'm a bit nervous, because this is my first trip going so far from Osaka. I've never left there, you see," she listened to his introduction with a quiet curiosity. "It's nice to meet you, Amano-san. My name is Menolly Koizumi," she introduced herself in return quietly, but gave no answer to his mention of 'tagging along.' She looked over at Haruka and Aoi, bright eyes trying to gauge their reaction to Yuki. Admittedly, she wasn't sure if they would end up accepting his offer to tag along. She herself wouldn't deny someone seeking company, but the other two could feel completely different.
Haruka and Aoi looked at each other, "How about it, Sora?"
"Can I kill him now?"
"Of course not, jeez!" Haruka then looked back at Menolly and Yuki while drops of sweat ran down at the back of her head, "O-Of course you can tag along!"
Menolly giggled at the exchange between Haruka and Aoi, covering her mouth lightly with her hand. "I don't mind, either."