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| Corpse Party: Blood Drive Aftermath [Spoilers]; Fanfiction of the time between Corpse Party: Blood Drive and Corpse Party 2: Dead Patient | |
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| Topic Started: January 3, 2015, 3:51 pm (1,265 Views) | |
| Zaion | January 3, 2015, 3:51 pm Post #1 |
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[WARNING: CONTAINS BLOODDRIVE SPOILERS] Link to this fanfiction's FF.net page: (I added this for the readers' future reference as where to read. -Sky) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10596223/1/Corpse-Party-Blood-Drive-Aftermath Spoiler: click to toggle The beep of a message being received reverberates in the dark room. When the person in front of the keyboard opens up the mailbox to check it a long list of messages all titled with the same topic, "Paranormal Investigator ********'s Spiritual Contact: Consultance forum" A man with short, black hair releases a sigh, and turns back to corner of the room. "There's quite a lot of these ya know, what should we do with them…?" He says with a troubled but gentle tone. In the corner of the room, lit by the light from a near bye window, a woman sits, unmoving. She's wearing a white cardigan, and her unfocussed eyes shows no sign of consciousness. In the light of the sun she was like a plant. "….let's close the window, shall we. You'll catch a cold, Shinozaki" 5 Years Ago - Kisaragi Academy Senior high, Commemoration event for the victims of "The day of darkness" The gymnasium was packed with grieving students, teachers and parents. The principal appeared before the podium and began to speak. "Today, we are here in commemoration of our friends and colleagues who we have lost during "The day of darkness". "We will remember them both as friends and instructors who worked both in and out of the school in order to assist the development of future generations, and the benefit of our community. Our thoughts are with the families who have lost children, and siblings during that event. This academy has lost many wonderful people. Ms Yui Shishido was a bright and cheerful instructor who treasured her students greatly and was treasured by them in return. Although she was young and experienced her love for her pupils was beyond measure. She truly was an example to us all. Her loss is a great blow to our school. Seiko Shinohara, was a lively individual, always providing cheer and merriment for her friends and teachers. Her spirit and liveliness were a source of happiness for all who knew her. Our hearts also go out to her family and siblings. We have lost a great friend and person. Mayu Suzumoto was a welcoming girl fair in her treatment of others and loved by both her classmates and teachers. Her talents within the Drama society were great often single handedly managing multiple aspects of a production from costume design to script writing as well as acting. She will be sorely missed. Sakutaro Morishige was an outstanding pupil doing well both academically and in the arts. His efforts and performance both in and out of the classroom were an inspiration to those around him and were the actions of a dedicated student, pursuing an objective in life. His example will not be forgotten. Although they may have been taken from us, far before their time, we will continue to uphold their memory and existence." I gripped Satoshi's hand harder, as tears welled up from beneath my eyes. I felt his hand tighten around mine as well. I looked up at him. He smiled sadly, without tears but with anguish. Around us I could hear sniffles and sobs. Mayu's parents had broken down and were weeping openly. Seiko's father stood behind his sons. Seiko's brother Yuu had a hand on each of his little sibling's shoulders, both crying loudly. He was struggling not to cry as well, but the tears streamed silently down his cheeks. Morishige's father stood silently, with his head bowed. His mother was crying into a handkerchief hiding her tears. "Seiko…" I whispered, and wept. As we were leaving the gymnasium amidst the rain I noticed an odd pair standing by the door. A high school boy in a black jacket and red T-shirt with blond hair holding an umbrella above a girl in a wheel chair with an eye patch, her hair was in two twin tails that lay above her shoulders covered in a tan shawl over an olive green shirt. She had what looked like an encyclopaedia wrapped in a small light green blanket on her lap. Her open eye was dull and unfocussed, her face lifeless. As we passed them the boy said, "Ok, let's go, Shinozaki." When I looked back, the only thing that greeted my gaze was the rain. Heavenly Host Elementary School, a place full of the curses and despair of the dead. It was thought to be a construct of Sachiko's hatred of the living and the curses of all she had murdered. Either to send to her departed mother or entertainment. In reality it was a far more sinister existence. Yoshie Shinozaki, Sachiko's mother, in attempt to reunite with her departed husband had used a spell from a forbidden tome. The Book of Shadows, a grimoire created to store the combined wisdom of the witches who had been hunted to extinction during their time. The spell called "Land of Corpse" was meant to bring forth a dimension where the dead could be brought back. In reality it was nothing but a theory within the book with no successful casting in the past. Yoshie, in her desperation, cast the spell. In exchange for opening up a method to commune with her dead husband it erased his existence within the world and began to consume Yoshie's existence as well. Sachiko, who had inherited immense spiritual power, consumed the spell itself sealing it within her to save her mother and recovered her father's existence. The spell "Land of Corpse" created a dimension known as the Nirvana. A place sealed off from the world where the dead were not allowed reincarnation, trapped inside forever. Yoshie, understanding the severity of her mistake, began to research a way to undo the spell in order to prevent it from ever being released. For if it was, the trapped souls would grow restless becoming malevolent and in the end would begin to feast on the souls of the living as well. Although Sachiko had consumed it, Yoshie feared what would happened should Sachiko ever die. However, before she could achieve any of this the events that killed both her and her daughter occurred and the Nirvana consumed by Sachiko was released. With her immense spiritual power and hatred Sachiko brought the very dimension to its knees creating the Heavenly Host Elementary School out of it in order to sooth her Mother's lonely soul and to avenge their deaths. Sachiko was released due to the efforts of five mortal souls. Her soul was allowed to ascend and Heavenly Host was thought to have ceased to exist. But, Heavenly Host was never the true form of the Nirvana. Masterless and left to its own designs, the Nirvana began to revert from Heavenly Host to its original state and the souls trapped inside were still there. Shinozaki Ayumi, an heir to the Shinozaki bloodline which was once tasked to be the custodians of both the Book of Shadows and the Nirvana, was tempted by a mysterious boy in a hoodie called Mist with the promise to resurrect her friends. She re-entered the Nirvana to find the Book of Shadows. Using a charm called the Ever After stones, found in the home of the late Shinozaki Makina, Ayumi returned to Heavenly Host alone to revive her friends. But this was a trap. Mist merely used Ayumi to gather up the power of the Book of Shadows in order to create his own grimoire. He planned to use its power to take control of the Nirvana itself. Flooding the world with death and despair so only those he deemed worthy could live. His plan failed when Ayumi managed to recover the true Book of Shadows and reclaimed its power from him. But it was too late. This was not enough to prevent death from spilling into the real world. The Nirvana itself possessed a consciousness that wished to awake and spread itself into the real world. To prevent this Ayumi traveled to the core of the Nirvana and confronted and consoled it. Thus sealing both the Nirvana and its consciousness within the Book of Shadows. Of course her friends followed her into the Nirvana braving many perils Sachiko's unborn "vanishing twin" Sachi had also found her way to the Nirvana. In her little sister's previous domain she both helped and harmed the children who entered. Having been turned into a spirit before she was born, she had no understanding of others or morality. Merely an existence of pure, innocent, evil. In the end, Ayumi remained in Heavenly Host in order to consume the Nirvana. Sealing it within herself much like Sachiko had in the past. However, without Sachiko's immense spiritual power she would be unable to return after consuming it. On top of that as she consumed the Nirvana it in turn would consume her existence, removing her from the memories of everyone. Even the other survivors of Heavenly Host. Heavenly Host Elementary School – Nirvana "Kyaaaaaaaa!" Yuka screamed as she fell, only a few meters from the main entrance. Her brother Satoshi immediatel turned back to her. "I'm scared, Oniiii-chan" "We're almost there, just a little more!" Satoshi was carrying Naomi, her bleeding eye still covered by the eye patch from Kuon-sensei. "We must hurry!" Aiko said, helping Yuka up. As they stood up to continue their escape Yoshiki stopped. "What's wrong?... Kishinuma?" Naomi called noticing this from Satoshi's back. "Will she… only disappear from our memories?" "Huh?" Naomi's uncovered eye blinks. "After she's consumed Nirvana what's going to happen? Can she come back to our world?" he seems to be asking himself. "Yoshiki!" Satoshi yells at him. "If we don't hurry we'll…" "What she needs now, is right inside this Nirvana!" "Wha?! Wait, Yoshiki!" Satoshi voices echoes after his friend as Yoshiki suddenly turned around and began running back into the Nirvanified elementary school. Retracing the route they'd just ran back from. "You guys get out!" Yoshiki's voice echoed from around a corner, then…. *CRASH The entire main lobby of the elementary school collapsed blocking the main entrance, the only exit to this world was now blocked from the rest of the building. "…! You've got to be kidding!?" Satoshi's voice trembled. Another explosion rumbles from deep within the school. Then the only sound was the quiet groans of its echo... Heavenly Host Elementary School – Nirvana – Yoshiki *Rumble, Crack, Snap If the end of the world had a sound, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the screaming building roared it. It was as if every event in Yoshikazu's dissection room was being replayed through a megaphone; every blow, every thump, every crack. Yoshiki didn't have time to think about that though, he didn't think much most of the time. Only a single thought ran through his mind. His promise. His vow. All other thoughts were unneeded and ignored. The only thing his brain was required to was predict the path of the falling debris and guide his body around it. The wooden floor of the hallway had long since disappeared underneath the meaty, organ like innards of the Nirvana. The slick surface provided little traction and he slipped and slid on the blood and fluids that ran in small rivers along the folds of flesh. Every time he lost his balance his arms and legs flailed to right him before working again to propel him through the crumbling building. The wooden beams and pillars that supported the school occasionally punched out of the flesh. One of them snagged the elbow of his jacket as he turned a corner. A rough tug and the black material tore cutting open the sleeve, releasing him. "Hah, huff, ugh, huff, hah" The air itself was thick with blood. This flesh like ‘Nirvana’ which coated the skeleton of Heavenly Host, like a rotting skin, was breaking down. With each quake the crumbling world trembled and blood spurted out in a variety of states. Liquid spurts from torn flesh as the broken splinters of beams and pillars erupted from the fresh like broken bones. Trails dripped down from the wounds and along the shards. Even the massive eyes that occasionally dotted the hallway and floor cried tears of blood as if in pain from the tearing meat of this world. Vaporised fumes were jetted out when the building’s weight compressed the flesh. Wrinkling the meat as the weight increased before finally rupturing like a squeezed boil. The skinless flesh folded and crumpled until, like paper folded beyond its limit, tore open. Red mist saturated the air as torrents of blood exploded forth like a broken fire hydrant. A section of hallway collapses behind him, enveloping him in a red fog. He gagged once from the thick air filled with blood, fat, and miniscule scraps of meat before clamping his mouth shut and stuffing his nose into his elbow. Shutting out the unbreathable atmosphere he held his breath as he ran blindly through the mist. His eyes, nose, and throat stung, as if he had been kicked into a chlorinated pool with no goggles on. His lungs heaved trying to cough up the air he had sucked in. He could feel something sticky coating them from the inside like phlegm, but the taste in his mouth told him it was something else. Unable to breath, unable to see he continued to run. Stumbling out of the mist he released his sealed moth and wretched. A glob of blood, spit, and mucus flew from his mouth and merged with the other fluids on the floor. With a shake of his head he continued running. His shoes slipped on the ground, barely carrying him over one of the many holes in the floor. The malicious meat had covered the ground he could run on but left the lethal pitfalls uncovered specially for him. "Huff, cough, cough, huff,….?!" Suddenly he slipped. His hands managed to catch him, receiving the punishment his face would have taken instead. The skin on his palms stung from the impact and the feeling of small, rough stones drilled into him. He'd fallen not on the blood flooded floors of Heavenly Host but the on the hard tiles of the Covered Walkway. The soles of his shoes had so much gore stuck in between them that they had lost all traction. It looked like he'd skinned his feet bare with a belt grinder. "Dammit!" Kicking off his shoes and socks he stuck his head from under the roof into the pelting rain. The cold drops washed away the blood and gore that had coated him, clearing and blurring his vision at the same time. "…! There it is!" The sleeve of Mist's shirt clung to the limp arm hanging from the second floor window of the Annex of Heavenly Host. "Just wait for me Shinozaki, I'm coming!" Ducking back under the roof and Yoshiki continued running. The slapping of bare skin on concrete melding into the wet slaps of meat against skin. Heavenly Host Elementary School Annex – Nirvana The slap of bare skin against feet was drowned by the rumbling of the world. Yoshiki ran through the annex. Turning right from the entrance, his bare feet sank into the dissolving floor. A cry like a wounded animal echoed from the bowels of the building. The hallway was no longer rectangular. The wrinkled pink and red flesh of the Nirvana coated everything. Instead of a man made structure, the path he was running felt more like the intestines of some colossal monster. "*Huff! Hah! Just a little more, hold on Shinozaki!" The school groaned in reply. A cracking sound accompanied the deforming of a doorframe in his path, twisting from a rectangle into a deformed ellipse. Leaping through it he started running up the stairs which, by some miracle of engineering or fate, remained relatively intact. He barely got up three steps before falling forwards and slamming into the wooden railing. Head spinning, he slid down the stairs he had just climbed. With a splash Yoshiki slid into a pool of blood at the bottom before pushing himself out of it. "...! Cough, hack, cough, cough, dammit" Although intact the stairs were covered with a single massive river of blood flowing from the second floor, it seemed that gravity still worked in this twisted dimension. Grabbing onto the meaty railing, he grit his teeth in disgust as he dug his fingernails into the squishy mess that coated the wood. The flow of blood caught at his ankles, dragging him backwards. Each step caused him to grunt as he dragged himself up with his hands and feet. Finally reaching the top, he paused. Refilling his lungs with sickening air that caused him to wretch, he sank to his knees in exhaustion. Recovering for a moment he looked up and his eyes widened in surprise. "Wha... what, the fuck, is going on here!?" The second floor hallway no longer looked as if it was in 3D. Like a painting by M.C. Escher, it had been warped and stretched as if someone had grabbed both ends of it and twisted it like a butcher would an uncooked sausage. The source of the stream flowed in a spiral following the twisted floor, even when the floor became the ceiling. Droplets fell downwards, upwards, and sideways depending on where the directions up and down had been shifted. Yoshiki’s exhausted mind overlapped the twisted image with a waterslide for a moment, replacing it with a waterpark he had once gone to with his family. Sprays of clear liquid had been jetted into the middle of the plastic tube that formed the slide. Some new twisted form of the laws of physics had been applied to this section, truly showing how far this world had collapsed. "Dammit, it doesn't matter, where the hell is Mist?" Pushing off from the railing he splashed through the flow. Another quake accompanied a thundering roar from the depths of the building, causing him to brace against the wall. "Shit, I've got to hurry, not much time left!" Pushing off of it he began running forward. He walked on the walls and ceilings which sprayed him from below and the sides with sticky liquid. When his path intersected with the floor he jumped over it to dodge the ever growing stream that ran along it. "...! Found it!" Mist's sneakers peeked out from a fold in the meaty hallway. Grabbing on to it Yoshiki pulled out Mist's corpse. "...?! ugh." It was missing its head. The hood of his clothing was missing as well. The neck and collar was ragged as if something had violently torn at them. He couldn't figure out whether his head had been smashed apart, merging with the background of the school, or it had been removed by one of the many horrors that existed within it. "Where did you hide them?" Rifling through the pockets on the hoodie Yoshiki pulled out a few coins, and a piece of chalk from the right pocket. Sticking his hand into the left pocket he felt two cold smooth objects. "This is it!" Pulling out his hand he looked at the two blue stones that fit together forming a blue square with a black rectangle inside. "Now all I have to do is find Shino... Whoa!" Another quake pulsed through the building this one releasing the twisting with the hallway. Like an over coiled spring the hall way snapped back into its previous form flinging Yoshiki face first into floor. "...?! PFFFFT, COUGH, HACK, RETCH, DAMMIT I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS." Spitting out the bloody stream he'd been dumped in, he began charging forward to what had been the entrance to the Girls’ Toilet. It connected this hellish building to the insane world Satoshi and the others, himself included, had left. A world made only of blackness and illuminated by a dull red glow. The place where he had left Shinozaki behind, where she had ordered them to leave her. "Urk!, What the hell?!" He barely took the first step before being brought to a sudden halt. Landing on his rear, he felt something holding him by the back of his jacket. His head whipped around. "Wha?!" Mist's corpse had grabbed the back of his jacket as he has turned around. The lower half was already gone, sucked into the floor like a noodle and his other hand was whipping forward to grab Yoshiki's head. "Whoa, shit!" Ducking out of the way Yoshiki twisted out of his jacket like a lizard cutting off its tail. "I don't have time for you, ya bastard!” Leaving behind the thrashing corpse as it continued sinking into the meat. Yoshiki ran down the hall. Slipping as he tried to stop he fell in a heap in front of the last door he had to open. "Almost there! Come on! Wait for me Shinozaki! Just wait!" Scrambling up, grabbing the door frame for support, he clawed himself upright and slammed the door open with one hand. "SHINOZAKI!" He was back, back in this impossibly massive space. Bits of floorboard stuck out from the doorway into the void, forming a net of planks splintering outwards from the flesh like some sort of horribly deformed nail. The sky glowed red, its light pulsed at regular intervals. Unlike before, part of the platform Shinozaki had been on had crumbled forming a wooden mesh. The broken boards leaned on the wood from the doorway like a mix of a slope and a ladder. "Shinozaki, where are you!" Yoshiki called, running onto the planks. ‘She was up there last time, next to that lump of flesh. I can't see either of them now. Did they go further in? Don't tell me she fell!’ "Shinozaki! Shinozaki?!" Still yelling he reached the collapsed part of the platform and began to climb it. "Almost there. Come on. Don't go doing something stupid while I'm not there you idiot." Clambering up onto the platform, the Nirvana or what remained of it entered his vision. The huge clump of flesh was gone. Instead two piles of red were lying over the planks. One was a lot smaller than the other, about the size of a human. The other was about the size of a small car. ‘Did Shinozaki eat this much already?’ Gritting his teeth he clambered up onto the upper platform. Shinozaki Ayumi had tried to seal the malicious dimension, the Nirvana, into herself by physically consuming it. Before they had left, the meat that represented the dimension was so massive it expanded as far as they could see. Now only these two scraps remained. The space that had been filled by flesh was replaced by the endless darkness that made up the rest of this world. ‘Where’s Shinozaki?!’ The person he had run through the very embodiment of hell for was not here. Unlike the darkness the floorboards did not expand endlessly but he could not see the familiar twin tails or blue eyes of the class-rep. ‘Where is she, goddammit?! Huh? Isn’t that... the book?’ A brown tomb entered his vision, thick and heavy as an encyclopedia. Its front cover was decorated with a bony face. Now the empty sockets glowed red with malicious light and a long crimson tongue stretched from its toothy mouth. Tasting the air lazily, it lay next to the smaller pile of meat. "Hey, where the hell is she! Where is Shinozaki?!" Grabbing the book he yelled at its grinning face, shaking it at the same time. "MWA HA HA HA HA" Laughing in his face gleefully the book doesn’t answer him. "STOP SCREWING AROUND, WHERE IS SHINOZAKI?!" Yelling at the book the knuckles gripping it turn white. "Can you not see with your own eyes, boy?" The dead voice of the book echoes amidst the rumbling of the world, which has now dimmed to a constant murmur in the background. "WHERE IS SHE! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Yoshiki did not notice the tears that had begun to run down his face washing the blood stains from his cheeks. Neither did he realize how childish his screams had become. "She is right in front of you. Do you not see my dear master?" "Wha..." His eyes look over the book. A red hair tie, a few strands of black hair still stuck to it either trapped in the elastic or glued to it by the blood, sits there on the ground. Right next to the smaller clump of meat. "...!?" Taking a closer look at it he sees that one part of it isn't red. On a small lump pointing away from him, there is a small circle of white. Swallowing he drops the book with a thump as it continues guffawing at him. But its laughter no longer enters his ears. Only the pounding of blood rings there. Slowly but surely he crawls over to the circle of white. It’s an eye. A single eye with a blue iris stares vacantly back at him. His heart stops, and only barely starts pumping again. But he can already feel his body shutting down. The feeling of ice water being dumped over his head runs through his body. Clenched fists slacken and he slumps in front of the unrecognizable remains of what he had come here for. "...ulp...ugh...ahhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" ??? – Nirvana The rumbling of the world around them is the only sound that echoes in this space, deep and echoing. It was as if someone had covered your ears with their palms. The vibrations that shook Heavenly Host did not reach this place the floor boards did not shake or quiver but remained there, floating in the black red void. Yoshiki only stared at Ayumi’s eye, everything else he couldn’t recognize. The Book of Shadows beside him perched precariously between two planks. Its long fleshy tongue once again swayed back and forth, side to side lazily. The red lights in its eye sockets did not move and were firmly locked onto Yoshiki’s face. “It was to be expected.” It said. Yoshiki continues to stare at Ayumi’s eye. “The power of my master was not sufficient to seal the Nirvana.” It began. “The power was inferior to that of Sachiko. Any attempt to swallow the Nirvana would have resulted in this conclusion, much less to force the Nirvana to relinquish the existences it has consumed.” The rumbling continues but the door way Yoshiki used to enter here has collapsed. The doorframe has changed from a rectangle to a horizontal line. It drools blood into the abyss silently. “This fate was chosen, as opposed to passing it on to the next generation.” Shinozaki’s lightly smiling face appeared in Yoshiki’s head “Thank you, everyone. But somebody has to do it. ... I’ll do it.” “However, my master’s task is not yet complete.” At this Yoshiki’s empty face twisted. “...Stop screwing around... What do you mean it’s not complete?! Hasn’t she been hurt enough? Didn’t she sacrifice enough? What more do you want from her?! She didn’t do anything wrong! She just wanted to get everybody back! She just wanted to say she was sorry to everyone! Why does this have to happen to her?! Why! WHY!” he is standing, trembling, fists balled, brow furrowed. “The consumption of the Nirvana is not yet complete. Nor the restoration of the existences lost. Thus her task is not complete.” The unmoved tone of the book returns from the floor staring up into his face. Tongue still waggling lazily. “My master still has not given enough. Swallowing the Nirvana will in turn consume the master’s existence. When dealing with the Nirvana damage to one’s existence is to be expected.” “You will not remain in the memories of anybody, you will not be thought of by anybody. All signs of the life you lived will all be erased. Think deeply about it.” The Book of Shadows had said to Ayumi in front of all of them. But Yoshiki had disregarded it, only trying to reach Ayumi, to get her home, to get her out. “You’ve got to be shitting me...” Yoshiki exhaled weakly. “Then what, is everything she did useless. Didn’t we get back everyone? That’s just too...” He collapses back onto his knees. *Scritch, scratch “Huh?” Yoshiki turns back to the lump of meat that was Ayumi Shinozaki. She was moving, her right arm stretching out nails digging into the wood, fingers spearing themselves on the splinters in order to provide additional traction. Her vacant eye remained dim and unfocussed but her face was pointed towards the larger clump of meat, the remainder of the Nirvana. “Oi! Shinozaki, stop, we’ve got to get you out of here, we need to... UWAAA” As he reached over to grab onto Ayumi’s left shoulder it came off. With a wet pop her entire arm came off in Yoshiki’s hand. Dropping it in surprise it began to evaporate into nothingness as if the air itself were some powerful acid dissolving it. “Shinozaki... Hey, stop moving... Stop it... You’ve already tried enough, you’ve already done enough. Stop being such an IDIOT!” He collapses. “Please... just stop, stop it... please.” Ayumi right arm has stuck itself into the wood far enough and begins to contract. Her body slides across the planks loose bits of gore and blood smear the planks she drags herself over like a bloody slime trail left behind by some bloody gastropod. Her right big toe gets caught in a hole in one of the planks and comes off, silently. “My master still continues the task, I am assisting where I can.” The Book explains. “Your presence here is a distraction and a nuisance. You are neither of the Shinozaki blood line nor do you have any spiritual ability.” Yoshiki clenches his teeth, holds his head in his hands, and crumples to his knees. “Heed my advice, leave. You have the means to exit this world. My master’s existence is already greatly weakened without your interference.” Yoshiki gets up, his hands are relaxed and his face calm. “All you have to do is swallow this right?” He asks the book nodding to the remaining part of the Nirvana infront of them “Indeed, however without a form of spiritual protection or ability, your existence will suffer, greatly.” Is it a trick of the light or did those orbs in the book grow brighter? Yoshiki walks over to Ayumi. Gently he cradles her body supporting it so won’t fall apart, applying as little pressure as possible, almost lying down next to her. He cradles her head supporting her neck with his left arm and gently patting her head with his right palm. “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay, Shinozaki” She stops moving, if he listens very carefully he can hear her breath whispering from her. “Even if it’s just me, I think I can at least save you.” Gently lying her back down on the planks he picks himself up and starts walking toward the other clump of meat. It looked almost as if someone had set up a very badly made tent, lumpy and misshapen. Unsymmetrical from every angle, it squatted there. It didn’t move nor did it twitch. (Last time I was here it was as bigger than this, way bigger. It stretched so far up and down we couldn’t even see where it ended, it wasn’t this far in either. Did she eat the rest of it?) In this world time and space are disjointed, what happened 5 minutes ago could have happened 5 days or 5 years ago. Ayumi Shinozaki had swallowed the Nirvana non-stop and continued to even as it ate her; her skin, her hair, her muscles, her intestines, and her mind. The only thing holding her body together at this point was the magic of the Book of Shadows and even with it merely coming in contact with an existence other than her, fragmented her body. As Yoshiki came closer an eye popped open in the mound of flesh. It had a brown iris and squirmed from side to side before focusing on Yoshiki. Seeing himself reflected in it he cracked his knuckles, smirked and said, “Alright you expired meatball, let’s get this over with.” Edit: 16/03/2015 Exchanged the old versions for the updated ones. Edited by Zaion, March 16, 2015, 3:21 am.
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| Shigitou burikaa | January 3, 2015, 4:05 pm Post #2 |
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give me a reason to care once more. new mod for the grt. -in sachiko I trust-
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*_* Mind i let you know about how to use spoiler tags. [.spoiler] wording [./spoiler] Your story was too long that is why i let you know this. [/spoiler] Edited by Shigitou burikaa, January 3, 2015, 4:05 pm.
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| Zaion | January 3, 2015, 4:05 pm Post #3 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle ? ? ? – Nirvana - Yoshiki I stood in front of the Nirvana. The clump of meat didn’t move, the newly opened eye stared up into my face. It didn’t even blink. The Nirvana was capable of moving, the way it had pulsated and covered the walls of heavenly host as well as how it had swallowed Mist’s corpse proved this. Yet here it just sat there its eye just looking at me. I saw my own eyes reflected in its huge black pupil. We were both giving each other the same look. I looked around to see if there were any pieces I could pull off but, although lumpy, there weren’t any parts sticking out. Just lumps and dents on its surface as it continued to squat there looking at me. “Looks like there’s no other way to do this.” I reached up with both hands and grabbed onto it. “?! Whoa!” My fingers simply slid into it, it was disgusting. Like rotten peaches or some sort of mince. My fingers were sucked in with a wet sound like something you’d hear as the last bit of water went down the drain after you pulled the plug in a bath tub or sink. I wanted to throw up, but I grit my teeth and push into it. The texture slides up my fingers, across my hands. I stop pushing once it reaches my wrists. “Hnnnngggaaaaaaaaahhhhh!” I pull, scooping out a clump from right beneath the eye. It leaves its owner with a slurping sound. I’m closing my eyes, this sounds disgusting enough I don’t need to see it. I can feel it sitting there in my hands. It’s not falling apart like I expected. The bit I pulled out sits there. I can’t feel it dripping through my fingers or over my hands. It’s still in one piece. A tiny bit of me is disappointed, the less that falls, the more that remains. I’m breathing through my mouth, I’m trying to cut off the feeling to my tongue. “Hrnng, mmmm… mHMMMMMMMMM!” WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS! DID SHINOZAKI REALLY SWALLOW THIS! “MMMMMMMMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!” I’m holding my mouth shut, I can’t trust it. “mmmhmmmm…nghhhhh…nnnnn. Huff, haah, haah…!!! AAAAGGGHHHH”. The moment I swallowed it I felt heat, in a line, heat and pain going across my lower back. I keep my mouth shut with my hands, it tastes sour and bitter. I’d thrown up. Getting it back down again took long enough for me to figure out what had happened. When we last saw Shinozaki take the first bite out of this thing a spray of blood had burst out of her back as if someone had whipped her. My back hurts but I can still move it, only the skin seems to have been cut. “Gah, hurk, huff…wretch”. I dry heave, lucky. I look up towards the clump. I’d collapsed after I swallowed that chunk. I couldn’t remember when. That eye was looking at me, staring down at me. It still had that same look. Shit, I must look pathetic, being looked down on by some fucking piece of meat. I get up on one knee, then bring up the other. Like it had with Shinozaki, after part of it was eaten the entire mound had shrunk, probably vaporising into that red mist we’d seen last time we were here. I didn’t see it this time. It was the size of a car before, now it had shrunk down to the size of a cow. Grunting I reach up again with both hands and carve out another chunk. “mmmffffffmmm….hnnnnnnnnngggggggg….!!!!!” This time I didn’t yell out, opening my mouth now was just too risky. I just clamped my hands around it forcing the piece into my mouth and locking it behind both teeth and fingers. My head felt like it had been split open. It felt like that one time I’d been sucker punched in the jaw and fell backwards into a telephone pole. I had to get 6 stiches for my scalp that time. It’s gone down to the size of a dinner table. I can’t smell anything. Another scoop, another swallow, this time the pain comes from my right shoulder. I can’t feel my right arm. Did it get smaller? I can’t tell, I can still see it looking at me. I reach out with my left hand and grab a handful of it from beside the eye. ... The way it was looking at me, it was the look I’d seen a number of times. Probably the one I gave to that asshole gym teacher, Tsubota. What was it that stupid book said? That as the Nirvana got eaten it would eat my existence as well? I wonder what I look like at the moment, would I be able to look into a mirror and recognize myself? I open my eyes, at least I still have them. The piece of meat is still there, it’s about the size of a pillow. Sort’a looks like one as well, though I’d never want to sleep on it… Fuck, I don’t have time to think about these sort of things. I have to get Shinozaki out. Just a little more, a little more… … Did I swallow it? I can’t remember. I can’t feel most of my body. I could have shit myself and I wouldn’t have known. I can’t smell, or see anything. My sense of touch is pretty much constant pain. I can hear the wind, too bad I can’t feel it. My body feels hot on the outside but my guts are freezing like I got some sort of really bad stomach flu. I feel like shit. I need to get up, that had to be the last bit. All I have to do is open my eyes grab Shinozaki and then use those stupid stones that started all this. Come on, get up goddammit, GET UP YOSHIKI. Didn’t I say I’d protect her, back in the stinking toilet in Heavenly Host the first time we’d come here. Wasn’t I being tested, if I really meant that “no matter what happens” part? What’s the point of ditching Satoshi and the others, running through this stupid world? What’s the point of just disappearing from everyone’s memories? Just to roll over and die like some stray dog in a ditch? Fucking open, goddammit! I need to see if I’m done. I need to see if I can get Shinozaki and get out of here. Open Dammit. OPEN. My eyes open, the first thing I see is an eye surrounded by meat looking back at me. ? ? ? – Nirvana – Shinozaki Ayumi It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. I don't know what hurts and doesn't hurt. It just hurts. Bleached hair. I want to cry, but it hurts when I cry. So I don't cry. It hurts, it hurts. Why does it hurt? I don't remember. It hurts. I can't see anything, are my eyes closed? I can't tell. All I see is white. Do I even have eyes? I think I lost my right eye. Somebody took it, but I wasn't sad. I gave it to them. Why though I wonder, why did I give them my eye? It hurts, it hurts. Red Where am I? It's hot, it's cold, the ground is hard. I want to go home. Home? Where is home? Is there someone waiting there? I don't know. I think there was, but now I don't know. What am I doing here? I can't move my legs. It hurts, it hurts. Who was I? I can't remember who I was. I had to do something very important, but I can't remember what it was. It was very painful, but it was okay because there was something I was protecting... Protecting? From what? Who was I protecting? Rude, no delicacy what so ever. It's white, so white, I want stop seeing it but I can't stop it. "...i...ki..." Huh? What was that? "...za..." Is someone there? I can't hear very well. "Sh...i" Are they looking for someone? I hope they find them. Why did I think that? Is it because I want them to be happy? "...!...!" I can't make out what they're saying, but it's loud. Are they angry? I think I know this voice, I've heard it before, somewhere. I wonder why, think it about it makes me sad. I didn't think I could hurt anymore than this. "Shinozaki-san" I can hear another voice, but it's not from outside, I can hear it clearly. "Class-rep! Good morning!" Another voice, who is that? "Shinozaki, (sigh) you really like scary stories a lot don't you?" What is this feeling, I feel lighter, the pain isn't as bad. "Ayumi, are you alright? (chuckle) Do you want a cuddle?" Big...sister? Oh, that's right. I had a big sister. I was the class rep of class 2-9. I liked telling scary stories, even though I was a afraid of them a little myself. I am Shinozaki, Ayumi. And I stayed here. Here in the Nirvana. Because someone had to do it. Because leaving Suzumoto-san, Shinohara-san, and Morishige-kun here was too sad. I don't want to lose anybody anymore. I want to protect everyone. I want to apologize to everyone, even if I can't be forgiven. I want to say I'm sorry, to Big sis. I don't want Mochida - kun and the others to get hurt because of me. "St... ... ew... ...nd... ... ...d... ..ete?...sh... ... ... b... ...ur... ...ough... ...ba... ... ...wro... wh... ...HY!" This voice, I remember it. Bleached hair, red T-shirt. Rude, no delicacy what so ever. Kishinuma-kun He looked so sad, down on the platform below me. I can't tell how much time has passed since then. They should have gotten out. I made sure of it, I opened a portal into the real world with the Book of Shadows's power. Mochida-kun can get them out. Even though he's such a scaredy cat he's surprisingly dependable. Kishinuma-kun, I hope he's alright. He was crying, last time I saw him. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know you probably won't forgive me for doing this but I'm sorry. Kishinuma-kun, you'll be okay. You don't need me. You won't even remember me in the end. But that's okay, because I'll remember you. That's why, that's why I have to move on. I have to keep going. I can still sense the Nirvana. I haven't finished it, it still exists. I have to keep moving, for everyone. So nobody else has to suffer anymore. For Kishinuma-kun, so he doesn't have to remember me anymore. I don't want to trouble anyone anymore. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. So, everyone? I'll try my best, okay? So don't worry. I can still move. The Nirvana is in front of me, just a few steps away. But I can't move my legs. I need to get there, even if I have to crawl there. I can't crawl either though, my hand keeps on slipping on the rough planks. I need to grip harder. Ow, I can feel splinters They're digging into my hand. Was human skin this thin? I can feel the vibrations as they scratch the bones in my fingers. But I can hold onto the boards now, I just have to pull. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! My left shoulder, it hurt! It doesn't hurt now though. My left arm is completely numb. I just have to keep on moving with my right arm I guess. Strange, I can hear Kishinuma-kun again. He's asking me to stop, just as he did when I last saw him. Kishinuma-kun, I knew you liked me, it was pretty obvious. But I didn't know if I liked you. You were always rude and made the worst comments sometimes. Really, pointing out that there was blood on my skirt that one time. Doesn't he have any common sense? But the time when you patted me on the head, after we met Aiko-san. Like the way my sister would do whenever I was sad. I felt really happy, I felt like everything really was alright. I wasn't even afraid of coming to this school anymore. I wish I could have felt that again. I really liked it. It felt nice. Safe. ? I feel as if somebody is beside me. I can feel my head being lifted off the ground. I couldn't do that by myself, it hurts too much. What... is...? Did someone pat me on the head? I don't know. I don't know but I feel hurt. I want to cry even more. I don't know why. Why do I want to cry? My head is on the ground again. I just lie there, feeling this pain. It feels hot, as if someone's set my chest on fire. My heart feels too small. I just want it to stop. After this nobody will remember me. I'll just disappear. I'm sad, I smiled at everyone, at Kishinuma-kun. I said it was alright. But I feel sad, I don't want to disappear. I don't want those memories like the school festival where we did the sweet stand to disappear. Kishinuma-kun skipped on helping out, so I had to send Mochida-kun to go find him. Apparently he tried to convince Mochida-kun to skip as well, and he ended up getting dragged back by the ear. Morishige-kun also didn't help but at least he had the excuse that he was directing the school play. Is the Nirvana... is it disappearing? Is it getting away? No, it's being... swallowed. I can feel it, the part of the Nirvana I swallowed is still connected to the bit that remains. I can feel what's happening to it. I can feel the teeth chewing it, esophagus squeezing it. Someone is here, someone is swallowing the Nirvana. No. NO. I didn't want that, I didn't want anyone else to get hurt. I don't know who's doing that, but please... stop! STOP IT! I can feel it, it's eating you like it did me. It's letting you eat it so it can feast on you. Please, you don't have any way to stop it from eating you. You'll end up trapped here. Forgotten, by everyone. I don't want that, I don't want that, I DON'T WANT THAT. I have to hurry, I have to move. Their soul, it's breaking already. I can feel chunks of it coming off, he's already disappearing from the real world. Parts of his past are breaking off and filled with nothing. I've reached the Nirvana, I have to hurry. This person is still trying to eat it, I have to seal it before they harm themselves anymore. I won't let them hurt themselves anymore. It tastes disgusting, not even like meat. It doesn't taste of blood either. It's also alive, and wants to eat me. So I can feel it in my mouth. It's poking my tongue, my teeth, my gums. It's feeling the insides of my mouth, probably to taste me. It allows itself to be swallowed, almost crawling down my throat. I can feel it digging in, making me aware of every bump in my gullet. I don't have time to wait for it to finish its descent, I need to hurry, I need to seal it. They fainted. That's good they can't swallow it if they're not awake, I need to hurry while I still have time. ... ... ... It's finished, it's gone, the Nirvana is sealed. A little bit ended up in the other person. But most of it is in me. I can't recover the bit that went into them. Maybe if I could move a bit more I could reach them. All I can do is lie here, next to them. I can feel their breath on my face. It's warm, and soothing. Ahhh, this is so strange. I can almost see Kishinuma-kun in front of me. ? ? ? – Nirvana – Yoshiki Blue, the eye is blue. It's pointed at me but not looking at me. When did she get here? How long have I been out? Ugh, that doesn't matter. I sit up, ugh, I feel sick, like when Mist slammed me into that wall, when I tried to stop Shinozaki from coming back to this place. The rumbling has stopped. The red light like a setting sun shines from above, blurred as if passing through thick clouds. The planks we were on had disappeared. We were lying over nothing, an empty, solid blackness. The book of Shadows lay a couple meters away from us. The faint white glow it had gained ever since Shinozaki returned the consciousness of the Nirvana to it, continued to cast a ghostly pallor around it. It no longer had its tongue out although the red glow of its eyes remained. "The Nirvana has been sealed, my master's task is complete." I can see that, the disgusting piece of meat is gone. It's all over, we can go home. "Oi, is she alright?" "My master is alive, the existence remaining is very little but is sufficient to physically manifest upon the real world" Phew, that's good. Looks like I made it. She's still breathing. I'm scared though, the image of her shoulder falling off flashes through my head. "I am repairing her physical form, with the sealing of the Nirvana her existence is no longer being actively consumed. Coming in contact with another existence, especially a weakened one, should no longer damage my master." ? ? ? I don't get what it's saying very well but I can see what it's doing. Her misshapen torso is being pulled back together, becoming smoother, more defined. I can see where her stomach is and her legs which I could only figure out from the presence of toes at the end of them were separating, narrowing down. I could see her chest now rising and falling with each breath. "I will treat my master's injuries, it would be a shame to lose so soon after gaining one." I kneel down in front of her, she was lying down facing me, her right arm crossed over her chest. As I watched her body shifted. "! Shinozaki, Shino...!" Her arm, it was re-growing. A pink cone of flesh had pushed her body forcing her to now lie on her back. She continued to stare, unblinking, at nothing. "Hey, you" I look towards the book and spit. "Will she be fine if I bring her back to the real world?" "Restoration of the physical form is a trivial task, process can complete during transit or finish upon arrival at destination." I stick my hand into my left pocket, the Ever After stones are still there. "We'll stay here for a bit. I don't think she would want anyone to see her like this, and it would be hard to explain." I state, partially to the book, partially to myself. The book doesn't reply. I sit down next to Shinozaki. Her arm is almost completely regrown. Small finger are growing out, nails sliding out of them and stopping at the correct length. Patches of skin have begun to form. Shit, I wish I still had my school jacket. At the very least I could have used it as a blanket. My shirts too dirty to use, it's turning brown from the drying blood. I look around, there's nothing in this place, just the dull red light in the air and darkness. The book is the only other thing in here with us. "Is she awake?" I ask the book. She has ears again, and her lips are swelling from thin dried lines to their original size. "My master's consciousness is internalized at the moment. Awareness of the surrounding environment is non-functional." "Don't tell me... She's not in a coma is she?!" "Sensory input is decreased. However my, master's extra-sensory sensitivity and verbal communication is functional. Hence, the term comatose would not apply." "Will she get better?" "It is possible." That's all I need to know. I clench my fist, she's still alive, and she'll get better. I've kept my promise to myself. "*(Sniff), heh, it's alright Shinozaki. We'll be out of here soon." Dammit, what's wrong with me, I'm tearing up for no dam reason. Third time today as well. Heh, and Satoshi was supposed to be the cry-baby. It looks like it's finished, even her hair has grown back. The only thing missing is her right eye. It was missing when she came back from sealing the core. She said something about it being "a gentle wound" for returning her to the book. "That wound was applied by the consciousness of the Nirvana, the act is linked to its sealing, removing the wound would remove the cause for the sealing, thus the sealing would never have occurred, it is impossible to heal with my magic." So, there are some things the book can't do. It's alright though, Shinozaki is alive. That's all that matters. Now I just need to get her home. I get on my knees and pick her up. Cradling her to my chest I reach into my left pocket. I pull out the Ever After stones. The book is still here, glowing. I'm not taking that thing with me, if it didn't exist then none of this would have happened in the first place. I look back down at Shinozaki. Her eye is closed, almost like she's sleeping. "Just a little bit more Shinozaki, we'll be home soon. It's okay, it's going to be okay." I hold one of the stones between my index and middle finger and pinch the other in my palm, then put them together. The blue glow gets brighter and a purple vortex appears beneath us. The book is outside it. A wind picks up around us swirling around us like a small typhoon. "Nirvana, welcome, the dead!" My vision skews, then twists. Then, darkness. ... ... ... "Huh!" I suck in a gulp of air, it's clean, fresh. I'm in my room on my bed. We're back, back in our world. "Ha, ha ha ha. ALRIGHT! We're back Shinozaki!... huh?" I look around, she's not next to me. "Shinozaki?... SHINOZAKI!" Even if she could hear me I know she can't reply, but I still yell. "Where are you?..." Yoshiki’s Room – Real World – Yoshiki I couldn’t find her anywhere. I’d spent the last couple of hours tearing apart my apartment looking for her. I even ended up looking under the bed, but she wasn’t there either. I ran outside to see if she was lying in the street somewhere but it was so crowded with aid workers, police, and SDF members that I couldn’t search for her. During the short period of time the Nirvana had entered this world massive pillars called “Entity Walls” had burst out of the ground damaging the city. Not only was everything directly above them obliterated nearly instantaneously but the force they ripped out of the ground caused strong localized earthquakes. Luckily my apartment wasn’t affected by this. The pillars had sprouted out during the middle of the day and had focused on areas with lots of people. This meant roads, highways, and business districts were hit the heaviest. The government, now no longer paralyzed by the report of paranormal incidents, was able to treat the event as a large scale earthquake and was using its protocols to deal with it accordingly. Due to the way the Entity Walls had sprouted a lot of the predicted outcomes of a large scale earthquake occurring in Tokyo did not occur. Since they had focused on business districts and major roads, the predicted large scale fires did not occur. Most residential districts, factories, and ware houses had not been affected. The tremors caused by the Entity Walls only extended a couple hundred of meters from their origin. Although the infrastructure such as water and electricity was completely messed up in those areas the local government had managed to restore both of them by re-routing them through surrounding pipes and cables. Since most schools had been closed prior to the Entity Walls eruption our school, and many others, remained intact and now served as emergency aid centers and shelters. The death toll was still high, over 20,000 people killed. I’d been watching the news since when I tried to look for Shinozaki on my own I was grabbed by an SDF soldier and dragged to an impromptu shelter. The blood on my shirt was still there and they thought I’d been hurt. I almost broke out of here, but after seeing another guy get sedated after resisting a checkup I decided it would be better to take the 5 minutes checkup instead of the 6 hour nap time the other guy was hit with. Most of the panic had ceased. Without the mind altering properties of the Nirvana or Heavenly Host most of the public followed the directions of the police and SDF. Since residential areas were only lightly affected most of the shelters were empty. I looked around the shelter for her, in case somebody had found and carried her here but she wasn’t here either. “It looks like you’re fine Mr. Kishinuma, however we will have to ask you to stay here.” “!... Wha?! Why, I thought you said I was fine!” “Although we cannot see any external injuries, we would still like to keep you under surveillance. Many people who have been wounded in this event often have internal injuries invisible from the outside. It may have something to do with the bizarre pillars that erupted earlier today, we cannot risk it. I’m going to have to ask you to stay the night.” “There’s something I’ve got to do, can’t I just go out and come back later.” The expression of the doctor in front of me saddens. “Are you looking for someone?” “Yes, and she’s... hurt, bad. I really need to find her.” “I’m sorry but I cannot allow you to leave this camp, your are free to look on the victim’s board we have set up and if you have a smart phone I can give you the link to the governments victim’s website.” “No, I’m fine.” I don’t want to see her name on there. If it is, she’s either hurt, or worse. “I understand, I’m going to have to ask you to return to your bed then. A nurse will come by with dinner.” I stand up and walk back from the doctor’s to the patient’s tent. This shelter was opened in a nearby park, about a 5 minute walk from, where I lived. I hadn’t gotten 10 meters from my apartment before getting dragged here. It’s mostly empty. Most of the victims of the Entity Walls died instantaneously. People who were hurt by falling debris or from the ensuing panic composed most of the patients. Even then there weren’t many, hence they could afford to keep me here in a bed overnight. They had some to spare. As I walked back to the tent I spotted a bag of clothes for refugees to wear. I took a quick glance around, nobody was watching me but there was a guard at the entrance. Just as luck would have it, it was the same guy who grabbed me and dragged me here. Still, the thing that got me grabbed wasn’t my face, or hair but the blood on my clothes, if I could just change that maybe I could sneak out of here. I grabbed the bag and snuck behind the patient’s tent. Rummaging around, I found a pair of green cargo pants that looked like they would fit me. Taking off my school shirt and my pants, checking the pockets to make sure I didn’t forget my wallet or the stones, I rolled them up and put on the clean clothes. I left the bag there, they weren’t watching me because they thought I was a patient, didn’t need to get put under guard for being called a thief. I jogged over to one of the garbage bins near the porta-potties they had brought here and dropped my dirty clothes in them. The guy on guard hadn’t changed, but I couldn’t wait any more. Shit, if he catches me I’ll just say I was given a full bill of clean health or maybe just say I was going for a walk. If that doesn’t work, I hope all that kit he’s wearing slows him down. Okay, act cool, just breeze on out. Only reason I got busted in here was my shirt. My pants were black so it’s a lot harder to see the stains on them. ... ... I’m out, phew, either the guy didn’t get a good look at my face or he’s just a really crap guard, didn’t even bat an eyelash when I walked right past him. “HEY YOU, STOP!” Awwwww. Shit. Well, gotta... run? He’s looking inside the camp, not at me, seems like someone’s yelling in there or something. Well might as well get out now. Don’t need to get mixed up in whatever mess is going on in there. ... ... ... I’ve checked the area near my house, no sign of Shinozaki. I’m running out of options. Did she even come here with me? I was holding her to my chest, did the Ever After stones break or something. I reach into my left pocket and take them out. Putting them together, they still glow blue. I can’t see any cracks or anything in them. Turning around to lift them up to the light, they seem to glow brighter. I take them apart and the glow fades. Putting them together again I turn around 360 degrees. Only when I point them towards the residential district do they grow brighter. Is Shinozaki, over there? Come to think of it her house is in that district. Was she transported to her house, like I was to mine? It’s worth a shot. I hold the stones in one hand and start jogging. ... ... ... I’m here, the stones are shining really brightly. I take them apart, and toss them up in the air and catch them with my other hand. I don’t know how, but I know she’s here. She’s still alive. I start grinning, I can’t help myself. “I’ve finally, found you.” Walking up, to the doorbell I press it. The ding dong of it rings throughout the house. I wait a bit, nobody is answering. I press it again. I’m getting impatient, I press it again. The door cracks open. “Who is it.” A man peaks out, he looks tired and annoyed. “Um, excuse me, I’m looking for Shinozaki, Ayumi. Is she in?” The guy’s face loses all emotion. “I’m sorry you have the wrong house. Good bye.” The door slams shut. ... Wait what’s going on? I look at the name plate next to the door. It says “Shinozaki”. I press the doorbell again, don’t screw with me. I know she’s in there! No answer, I begin banging on the door. “Hey, what was that for! Open up!” I can’t hear anything from inside. “HEY! Open up! Shinozaki! You in there?! Ope...!” The door slams into my face, I get knocked flat on my ass. “Ooof!” I look up, the man from earlier is standing in the door way. “GET OUT OF HER YOU DELINQUENT PIECE OF SHIT, THERE ISN’T ANYBODY HERE. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” His face is twisted, what does he mean, there isn’t anybody in there. Shinozaki is there! I know it! He starts to try to kick me. I roll and dodge around him. “! ! !, GET BACK YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” First door on the right, she’s here. I slam into it, barely managing to turn the knob in time to open it. “Shinozaki, Shi...” She’s there, in a wheel chair facing a mirror. I can only see the left side of her but I can tell something isn’t right. She’s just sitting there, staring. And on her lap, I see a familiar brown leather bound book. The Book of Shadows. Naomi’s Room – Real World – Naomi Dear Seiko, How are you doing? Are you alright? My left eye is getting better. I don’t have to wear an eye patch anymore. The doctor said that most of the scarring is gone. He says I’ll be able to see again soon. Mom is getting better. We had a long talk after we got back from Heavenly Host. I didn’t see you when I was there. I probably disappointed you a lot. I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t accept it. Those few months after we got back, I wanted to see you, so much. But I couldn’t, your face had disappeared. I couldn’t see you, anywhere. I don’t know what I wanted to say to you. I just wanted to see you, even though you told me to leave you behind. How can I do that? We were friends, no, more than that. Do you remember that sleep over we had, before the cultural festival? Remember how it was the first time either of us had invited anyone to our house? It was fun, when we slept side by side. It was warm. Seiko, remember how you said you were able to hear my voice, even if you were asleep? I wonder if you could hear me, before we finished it all. Sorry, I’ve just been writing about myself this entire time. That’s really selfish of me, right? Your brothers are doing fine. Yuu’s stepped up to being the mommy of the other two. I drop by, every day after school. Yesterday, your father asked me if I could look after them until he got back. He seems to have managed to gain a little reprieve from work. Something about a promotion or something, apparently one of his superiors was hurt sometime after we got back. I don’t know the details. He’s trying to come back home more often, but he doesn’t know how to cook very well. I’m helping out as much as I can. You’ll be surprised though. Yuu knows quite a lot about the kitchen. I wonder if he was watching you secretly while you were cooking. Kisaragi Academy is still not open, they’re still people using it as a shelter but most of them have gone home or have been moved to hospitals. They say we might be able to go back in a month or so. At the moment we’re using a different school until ours frees up. It’s quite a long way away but since there are no cars traveling at the moment my eye doesn’t stop me from going. Satoshi is with me every day. He walks me to and from home with Yuka-chan. Sometimes he comes in with me to visit your siblings. They like him a lot but he’s too nice so they end up taking advantage of him. Last time, while he was playing with them, he got tied up while re-enacting Gulliver’s travels with them that they had read at school. Yuu came in scolded them with Yuka-chan. Yuu is very nice and seems to be quite popular at school. You probably knew that already, but he’s getting more and more dependable every day. He kind of reminds me of Satoshi a little bit. Satoshi’s worried about me quite a lot. He asked for his seat to be moved next to me in class so he can help me stand up and so he can guide me around the school. It’s surprisingly hard to get around with only one eye. I’m frequently bumping into things. It’s not that bad but he keeps on insisting, and I can’t really stop him. If he wasn’t so cute I would call it annoying, but sometimes, the look he gives me. It’s strong, and I don’t want to argue with him anymore. We still haven’t kissed or anything, and even though he keeps on getting teased about it Satoshi doesn’t say anything. I guess, you’re still the only one I’ve ever kissed. I bet you’d be rubbing it into Satoshi’s face if you could wouldn’t you? Seiko, your funeral’s been decided. It’s 2 weeks from now, and that’s why I’m writing this letter. I wish I could see you again, but I don’t really have the right to ask for that. Even though you forgive me, I can’t really forgive myself, no matter what. I’m sorry, I know now that’s not what you wanted. But don’t worry, I won’t do anything stupid. So it’s alright. Take it easy. I hope we see each other someday, and if we do. Can we have a sleep over again? I love you. Too my dearest friend. Nakashima, Naomi I open up my phone, Seiko’s picture is there. There isn’t a black hole where her face is. “*Chuckle Someday, let’s play again. Although I wonder who took this picture again? It’s so off center.” There was an empty space on the left hand side of the photo, a space for another row of people there. “Really, Yui-sensei is almost out of the picture.” I look at the picture and smile. I fold up the letter into an envelope and place it in the top drawer of my desk. “Naomi~ Satoshi-kun is here to pick you up again.” “Coming, mom!” Mom and I’s relation has almost gone back to normal. At first it was a little awkward but we’ve forgiven each other, and now we’re working to accept that forgiveness. She’s got a new job at Seiko’s father’s company. She lost her previous one when I was still mourning Seiko, but after talking to him he got her an interview and she got a new job. Satoshi comes by most days to pick me up, with Yuka-chan. We go to school together, and next year Yuka-chan will be in high school with us. She still shows no signs of dropping her way of talking though. Really, is the entire Mochida family built from cuteness or something? WEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOO A patrol car goes past us. “I wonder what that’s about?” Satoshi says, turning around to look at it as it turns a corner and disappears. “Oh, they say there was a break in and entry at a house not far from here.” It’s one of the house wives who lives in the neighborhood. I guess the gossip travels pretty fast in this place. “Something about some hooligan in a red shirt breaking into a house in the neighborhood. Really, just when things are getting back to normal.” She sighs and starts walking on home. Satoshi is still looking back at where the police car turned the corner. “Hey Naomi, does anyone we know live in that direction?” “Huh? Ummm, I don’t think so, at least not that I can remember.” “Oh, alright... huh? Crap! We’re going to be late, Naomi, I’ll carry you on my back!” “HUH! What are you saying, I’m fine already, plus there’s no real traffic going around at the moment, so it’s okay.” I sputter. Really, sometimes he's a bit too over protective sometimes. “Well, at least, let me hold your hand so I can guide you.” Satoshi grumbles. “Oh, um, I guess that’s fine.” I grab Satoshi’s hand and he squeezes mine lightly. I feel my cheeks heat up, Satoshi looks a bit red as well. “Heeeey, if you two don’t hurry, I’ll leave you behi~nd” “Ah, Yuka, hold up.” “! Yuka-chan, just a moment!” “Eh, he he~, Morning Yuka-chi~, Oh~ what’s this, is big bro cheating on you Yuka-chi~.” “Oh, Satsuki-chan, good morning!” Yuka-chan’s class mate, Satsuki-chan, shows up bouncing along, another bag of potato chips in her hand. I think I can see another one peeking out of her school bag. “Really, big bro you’re too much of a hound dog. If you don’t treat Yuka-chi right, I’ll eat you!” “Wh-Wh-Wha-What are you saying all of sudden, really now it’s still early in the morning, let’s just get to school shall we. We’re already late enough as it is.” Grumbling Satoshi starts walking towards our temporary school, not once did he let go of my hand. “*Sigh really, Satoshi, you worry wart. We might be able to sneak in before they take the roll call if we run, let’s go!” “! O-oi, hold on don’t suddenly start running like that, w-wait Naomi! You’re too fast!” Seiko, I might miss you, and I’ll never forget you. But I won’t waste this life you gave me. I won’t hurt myself to try to atone, nor will I let others be hurt by my pain. I’ll live this life for you Seiko. Because you wanted me to be happy. Police Car – Real World – Yoshiki I’ve never taken a ride in a police car. I may not be the most upstanding citizen, and I used to be a lot worse. But I never did anything serious enough to warrant a trip in the back seat of a police car. After I saw Shinozaki the man, I guess it was her father, slammed me into the wall before punching me in the gut. Her mother had called the police before running over to try and restrain him. Shinozaki didn’t even blink, just had that same blank look she had back in the Nirvana. I don’t know how the book got back here with us, I remember leaving it behind. That was it though. I’d recognize its disgusting cover anywhere. I just sat there at the entrance, while her mother was inside calming her father down. When the police arrived Shinozaki’s mother greeted them. They didn’t even bother with cuffs. I guess I must have looked pretty pathetic. I don’t know what I was expecting. I just needed to see her again, to make sure she was safe, that she existed. I guess in a way she was, but once again I wasn’t strong enough or quick enough to save her. The previous times though I managed to find her again or somebody else got to her before me and helped her. Heck, in the end she went into the core of the Nirvana by herself even though she’s such a cry baby. The only thing I did that was worth noting was get her out of the pool when we were grabbing the pillars of the Nirvana. A decent swimming instructor or even a pair of floaters could have replaced me and it would still have been the same outcome. ... Something’s wrong though. Even if Shinozaki was in a catatonic state, her father’s reaction to me was far too strange. Something else is going on here, and the presence of that book. ! ! ! Shit, if I remember correctly that book was actually the source of the problem. People like Mist and that scythe wielding girl, Magari, I think she was called were after it and according to them there were entire secret societies going after it. There was no way Shinozaki could defend herself in that situation, was that why her father had reacted like that? Had they already been attacked by someone going after that book? Dammit, the more I think about the more I want to just kick open the door and run back. But doing that won’t help anybody. Even if the car is moving quite slowly I don’t think it would be a good idea to jump out of the car. Also I wasn’t cuffed at the moment but resisting arrest was definitely an offence. I didn’t have time to be sent to some re-education center or prison. I needed to find out what was going on and get rid of that book. If I could do that then at least Shinozaki wouldn’t be a target for them anymore. “So boy, why did you do that?” “Huh?” The officer in the passenger’s seat starts talking to me. “We heard there was a break in and entry but you don’t look like the type to do that.” “What’s it matter to you?” Even if I tried to explain it they wouldn’t believe me in the first place. “Not much, just thought it a bit strange. Usually a break in would have more damage around the door frame and you don’t usually find the perp sitting there like a dead man.” Guess I really did look like shit when they grabbed me. “I just, wanted to see someone. That’s all.” At that the guy in the front passenger’s seat turns around, he seems to be more suspicious. “That wouldn’t happen to be Shinozaki Ayumi would it?” “It doesn’t matter. I was too late.” The guy takes a good look at my face before turning around. “So what are you too her then? Boyfriend?” “You were always, looking out for me. ...I knew you know? ... Even if you forget me, I won’t forget you. Kishinuma-kun” What was I to her? Until now we’ve just been classmates, just friends. Those were the last words I heard from her. I don’t know what they mean. I don’t know what I am to her. But I still haven’t thanked her. That time in the bathroom when Tsubota had me cornered. That time when she cried for me. “... I don’t know. But, I still need to thank her, I owe her.” “... Hmf, well we’ll have to take a statement from you at the station and you’ll have to stay for a couple hours while we run a background check. Usually it wouldn’t take this long but with all that’s happening right now we’re a bit understaffed at the moment. If everything checks out we’ll let you go home in the evening.” Whatever it was I said seems to have calmed the other guy down. The guy in the driver’s seat remained silent the entire time. Either he can’t drive and talk at the same time or he was meant to be the bad cop in the good cop bad cop routine. Heh, they must be really tight on space if they’re doing interrogations in the squad cars, instead of a room. ... ... ... We get to the station, I give a half assed statement, saying I was looking for someone and in my desperation I ran in without permission. At the moment looks like I’ll get a warning since I don’t have a criminal record. The jail here is really quiet, pretty empty as well, some drunk who got picked up from last night is waking up and being taken away to give a statement. Right now it’s just me. Something is wrong with Shinozaki’s family. The guy in the car didn’t get aggressive until he started talking about Shinozaki Ayumi. Did something happen while I was away? I don’t think it’s secret society related, in the first place they wouldn’t be secret if they were known by the police. Her father’s reaction was also really weird. He didn’t look like the violent type, and I’d never heard anything bad about him. In fact the only thing I knew about her family was she had an older sister. I didn’t see her inside the house, either she was away or had moved out. Come to think of it, that room Shinozaki was in, didn’t look like a normal room. It looked more like the room of a spiritualist or explorer, with the antique globe and other ancient looking items in the room, than a high schooler’s room. Too many things didn’t add up, I needed to know more. If I could figure out these things ahead of time I wouldn’t be left behind like what happened with Mist. Click, clack, click clack The sound of high heels ring throughout the jail, I didn’t even know police women were allowed to wear heels. Click, clack, click. The sound nears my cell. I’d been lying down on the cot with my eyes closed to sort out my head so I didn’t see who it was, and I shouldn’t have cared. But something made me get up and face the door. A black heel attached to what looked like black ribbons crisscrossing pink stockings, came into my view. “Last time we met, I said I’d kill you, the guy who grabbed my breasts, after I killed Mist, didn’t I?” Gloved hands folded over her barely concealed chest. Mizuki Magari glares into my cell with ice cold eyes. Edited by Zaion, March 16, 2015, 3:20 am.
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| Shigitou burikaa | January 3, 2015, 4:11 pm Post #4 |
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| L3Z4 | January 3, 2015, 4:13 pm Post #5 |
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Looks good, but perhaps you should consider putting all that text behind a spoiler tag for convenience ;3 Just select all the text and press the button "Spoiler" (while using the "Full Reply Screen"), or write [-spoiler] (without the "-") at the beginning and [/spoiler] at the end of each post. Edited by L3Z4, January 3, 2015, 4:14 pm.
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| Zaion | January 3, 2015, 4:15 pm Post #6 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle Jail Cell - Real World – Yoshiki
Mizuki Magari, I saw her when I went to Saenoki Naho's school, when I first tried to enter Heavenly Host after Shinozaki had got Mist to take her, using the Ever After stones. Running out of options, when I saw her using the stones I pretty much grabbed onto her to force her to take me with her. During that I might have accidentally groped her. Last time I saw her we were running for our lives trying to get out of the Nirvana. She didn't try to kill me then so I guessed that was all over. Looks like she was merely postponing it. Shit, she was also one of the ones trying to get their hands on the Book of Shadows! Something about the grave of something or other. Did she come in to finish me off or does she want to know where Shinozaki is? "Trapped like a rat in a cage, you really make this too easy for me, almost." The ice cold glare hasn't let up, but I don't have time to be intimidated. "What are you doing here. Are you going after Shinozaki again?!" "You really need to worry about yourself before others, even then what can a plebeian like you do? Especially getting stuck in a place like this." She waves her hand gesturing to the cells around her. "Heh, if that's the case your hands are tied too, you wouldn't start up something in the middle of a poli- WHOA!" THAT LUNATIC! She just stabbed her scythe right through the bars and it impaled the cot I was resting on, I managed to jump off at the last second. Where the hell does she even carry that damn thing, I didn't see it her holding it, probably some sort of occult, black magic, bullshit. "I wouldn't start up what in where, did you say? Don't judge me on the level of you plebs, I could rip you apart and no one would bat an eyelid." Her voice is disinterested and cold. "Anyways I already know her name, finding her is as easy as looking it up in a phone book. I just came here because one of my informants said they'd found someone with an interesting aura. I never thought it would be you. Lucky me!" Her tone jumps from bored explanation to girly excitement at the last part. Really I have no idea what's going on in her head. "So did she have it? The Book of Shadows?" Dammit, I knew they were looking for it again. Wait, why is she smiling? "Hmm, I see so it is here, and I guess she has it at the moment. Guess it'll make a nice souvenir, might as well pick it up on the way home." "! DON'T YOU DARE LAY A HAND ON HER YOU-" I leap up reaching through the bars, grabbing at her . When... A sudden metal clang rings through the cell, moments later I feel weak, my hands slip off of her shoulders. I don't even have the strength to stand anymore but I'm not falling down. My head droops and I can see blood seeping across the floor. With a grunt Magari twist her arm and my view slides to the right. I hit the ground with wet thump. She pulls her blood stained scythe through the bars of the cell and I can hear the sound of heels fading away. I get colder and colder, Shinoza... ! ! ! I duck, immediately letting go of her and hitting the floor. My head slams against the bars in my hurry but the metal clang that fills the jail is much larger than the sound my head made. I can hear a metallic screech and look up. The tip of Magari's scythe has embedded itself in the lock. The entire door's bent in the middle with the force of the blow. She had dislodged her scythe from the cot, turned it horizontally and pulled it towards the door like a guillotine in an instant. If I hadn't ducked when I had I'd have been cut in two. From my place on the ground I can't see Magari's face due to the scythe but from the way it's vibrating I can tell she's probably pissed. She's trying to wrench the tip out of the lock, but instead of doing the smart thing and pushing the scythe forward and untangling it from the twisted metal of the door she's twisting and pulling the scythe almost as if she wants to tear the entire door to pieces. *SKRAAK, GROAN, KRRRRKKK The entire door is buckling, the hinges are a complete mess. The only reason it's still in the door frame is because the impact and subsequent mutilation of it twisted it jamming it in the frame. *GU GU GU GIIIIIIIIIIIIIII The door is giving way. If I stay here I'm dead. They say that in an enclosed area long weapons, such as sword and spears, just get in the way. But seeing the force she can apply with that thing she could probably beat me to death, and here I won't be able to get out of the way. I'll need to burst out the moment the door comes free and run, if I can get to the main building where the police are she might not follow me. Even if she dresses like a lunatic cosplayer she's part of a secret society, I don't think she can just go about swinging that thing in front of a lot of people. *GI GI GI SPRANG The door is pulled out of the frame leaving large marks gouged out of the cement. I duck out, keeping low before straightening out and running. I take a quick look back. The door's still twisted around the scythe and she's now beating it against the ground to get if off. She's not looking towards me. I turn back and... A whistling noise grows louder before it changes into a loud thunk. I'm knocked off my feet and land face first on the ground. My back is on fire, I can't feel anything below my waist. My fingers touch something wet on the ground. I try to breathe but my lungs aren't working. I cough once before... I drop to the floor and the whistling sound blasts over me. With a massive clang the remains of the door slam into the wall further bending it out of shape. It almost look like some sort of pipe cleaner art project someone sat on. I need to get up, why the hell is nobody coming?! I slam into the door separating the jail building from the rest of the station. It's unlocked, seriously this police station is a fucking mess, I can get out of here thanks to that though so guess I shouldn't be complaining. I pass a guard station on my way, there's nobody there, I guess Magari had them removed in order to interrogate whoever she found here, just so happened to be me. The second security door is also unlocked, I guess nobody expected someone would be able to actually escape her. I burst out into a hallway and keep running. I need to get out of here, but where? I can't keep on running forever and I definitely can't go back to Shinozaki's house. If anything I need to either lead her away or find someway to get rid of her. Hopefully a bullet would stop her, although at this rate I wouldn't be surprised if it bounced off her like a rubber band. I run past a couple of doors and burst out into the main lobby. It's pitch black outside, guess I was in there longer than I thought, but there's an officer manning the desk. I run up to him but he doesn't notice me. "Hey! 'scuse me I need some... oi, you listening?!" This guy is totally ignoring me, he's just sitting there writing some paper work or something. *BANG The door I just came out of is kicked open. Magari is standing there, Scythe in her right hand and her left hand is over her chest. She's grinning. "Shit!" I turn around and burst out of the station, either she's got the entire force under some sort of hypnotism or spell or something, or they're all working for her. Regardless I can't stay here, I need to run, get some sort of weapon. I get out of the police station and start running, hopefully she won't be chasing me if I go into a populated area. I don't know what caused that officer to completely ignore me but it's unlikely that she can do that to an entire area. That would be just too crazy. I head towards the city center, behind me I hear another bang of doors bursting open. ... ... ... I've been running for a while and I've lost sight of her, I'm in front of a convenience store. There aren't many but there are people around me. I should be safe, but I still need to get to Shinozaki. If Magari wants the book, that's where she would probably go next if she can't kill me. Dammit, if that was the case maybe I shouldn't have lost her. At least if she was chasing me she wouldn't be going after Shinozaki. "SHIT" I yell kicking a nearby garbage can. How stupid could I be? With Shinozaki like that she won't be able to even run. At this rate, it doesn't matter I need to get back and... I feel a hand grab me by the shoulder. I'd stumbled close to an alley way when I kicked the garbage can and a hand was sticking out of it. Inside it was pitch black, unusually black so the hand looked like it wasn't connected to anything. Just growing out of the darkness. The hand has a black sleeve with ribbons lacing up between two halves of black fabric like a ballroom glove without the glove itself, a blue ribbon was in a bow around the wrist. And it bit into my shoulder like a vice. "Found you~" A playful voice echoes from the darkness before I'm pulled off my feet and thrown deeper into it. "GAAAHH" I land on the cement, I didn't have time to react properly so I landed pretty hard. My body is numb, I hit the back of my head. "Soooo~ do you have any other tricks up your sleeve?" Mizuki is looking down on me, smiling brightly. Scythe balancing on her shoulder. Her left hand is still covering her chest. "Wha-What are you talking about?" I sputter. I still can't move properly. "Don't joke with me." Magari's face instantly turns into a frown. "A normal person shouldn't be able to react like that. You've dodged me twice when I had full on intent to kill you." What is she talking about? I don't get it, I only dodged because... why? I just suddenly ducked or dropped down, almost as if somebody had shouted at me to. "So I guess you've got nothing else to offer for tonight? *(Sigh) What a let down, it almost felt as if I was against Saenoki Naho again. Just when I thought I'd found someone worth killing again." I don't understand what's going on but I think I can get up, she sounds disappointed but I couldn't care any less at the moment. What matters is I need to distract her, there's no way I can beat her in a straight up fight. "*Sigh Well I guess you do have potential, being a survivor of Heavenly Host twice over now. And you somehow managed to get back even though the only portal was blocked off from you. I guess I can leave you to ripen a bit more." She starts walking away. "Hey! Where are you going, I'm still... urk!" I didn't see it, she was too fast. She's got me by the throat and is lifting me up in the air with her right hand, I don't see the scythe anywhere. "Don't talk, it's too noisy. I'm already letting you off for groping me, and again for embarrassing me like this. I haven't killed anyone for a couple of weeks now, and I'm reaaally ticked off so don't push me." She give my throat another squeeze then drops me on the ground. "*Cough, cough Dammit, wait!" She was turning around to walk back out of the alley, she stops and I can feel the murder in her eyes as she looks back. "Don't go near Shinozaki, don't you fucking dare!" I shout, my throat is killing me but I can't help it. She looks back quizzical this time. "Why would I have to go after her, she's not my problem anymore." "You guys, the Grave of something or other. You guys still want that stupid book. Even after all this." I'm back on my feet. I feel like I'm going to collapse and faint any moment, but that's one more moment she's not going after Shinozaki. She looks annoyed then looks as if she's realized something. "Oh those guys? I quit, it's not much fun working for them and I still have my promise to Niwa Kuon. Plus, honestly, if they can't trust me to do my job, and do all sorts of random crap behind my back, they can't expect me to keep doing their work for them." What? She's no longer working for them, but she said she was one of their leaders didn't she? "Then, then why do you want the Book of Shadows?" "Didn't I say? I said it would make a nice souvenir, even with its contents sealed it's still an ancient black magic artifact. And it would probably piss the Founder off if the book was in my hands." "Then, why did you try to kill me." At this the scythe appears in her right hand again, this time she slowly brings it up under my chin, forcing it upwards. "Really, I wonder what mouth has the right to ask me that? You groped me before and now you've gone and tore my outfit." I suddenly realize that the cloth that covers her right breast is no longer attached to the ribbon she has around her neck, the black cloth is being held up by her left arm. I must have torn it by accident when I grabbed her in the jail cell. "You didn't see anything did you~" Her voice takes a sing song tone but it's using nothing but minor notes. "No, I didn't." I really didn't I was too busy trying to not die to bother. "Good, next time, fun or not I'm bisecting you." She threatens me with a smile. The scythe blade falls away and disappears along with the rest of it. She again starts walking out of the alley. "Hold on, one more thing." She stop, and puts her right hand on her waist. "Ever head the idiom `Even the buddah’s smiles only 3 times`?" She's not looking at me but I can tell she's pissed. "If you're not after Shinozaki, does anyone else know where she is, or that she has the Book of Shadows?" She turns around, in the darkness the only thing I see are her ice blue eyes. "Nope, I haven't told any of the others where it is, wouldn't do much if one of the others tried to steal my prize would it? And now that I'm out of their stupid cult I'm not obligated to tell them anything." She smiles though, and I get chills down my spine. "It would be interesting to see what you would do if I did let the cat out of the bag. *chuckle" "! Don't you fucking dare!" My hands ball up into fists, I don't care if I can't win. If she tells somebody and they come after Shinozaki... "Ha ha ha, that's a nice face you have there, but too bad I don't think you can do that just yet. I'll let you ripen a bit more before coming back, make sure you're nice and juicy when I do." "Wha-" "Moe~ Moe~ Magical Pyu~" She hops from one foot to the other clutching both hands to her chest before stretching out her right arm as if going to hug someone. "Be Happy with Moe Moe power! !" She strikes a pose like some magical girl from one of the shows Miki used to watch. It looks slightly off though with her left hand stuck to her chest like that. My head starts hurting, I don't think it's because of the damage I took today. "Well, then I'll be leaving, see you again." She turns around and leaves the alley way turning a corner and disappears out of sight. ... ... ... I get back home late. I passed by Shinozaki's house but things looked quiet. The light in the living room was on but I couldn't hear much from inside. I came home and pretty much collapsed. Today had way too many things going on. I didn't understand half of what that Magari girl said but at least she wouldn't be telling anyone about Shinozaki anytime soon for her own reasons. That was good, I still needed to figure out what was wrong with her family. I didn't need to have to deal with secret societies filled with crazies like Magari or Mist. But, I was too tired, too beaten up, I just slowly drifted off to sleep. I'm holding the door to the science lab shut, Shinozaki's got Yuka on her back. "Hurry up and run!" "But-" "Who do you think I came back here for?!" Shinozaki looks surprised. "I..." *THUNK "Ugh!" as the sound of wood splintering hits my ear I feel a burning sensation in my gut. It hurts I want to grab it, but if I do that the thing behind me will get out. I grab onto to the door harder, wood splinters pierce my fingers and under my nails. Shinozaki screams. A wet explosion sounds from my stomach, I take a look down. Bits of intestine covered in blood are sliding out of me, this time I can't hold onto the door. I grab my stomach. "Hurry... Hurry, GO!" A sharp pain flashes from the back of my skull. Then I black out. "GAH" I wake up, panting, sweating. I'm in my room, not heavenly host. I lift up my shirt. My stomach is still intact. I feel sick. I run over to the bathroom and wretch into it. I haven't eaten anything recently so not much comes up. What was that? 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| Shigitou burikaa | January 3, 2015, 4:22 pm Post #7 |
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| Zaion | January 3, 2015, 4:23 pm Post #8 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle Shinozaki Ayumi – Shinozaki Ayumi – Shinozaki Ayumi I wake up. It's dark, only the dirty incandescent bulb swaying from the stone ceiling illuminates the room. I can hear the grinding of the wooden gears, and creak of tightening ropes. I know the next sound will be the pops my joints make when they are pulled from their sockets. The air is cold, the light is cold, the wooden table I'm being stretched on is cold. The ropes around my wrists and ankles are hot. POP The grinding stops and the dull thump, as a wedge is placed, and then jammed into the gears, rings on schedule. I know what's going to happen. I've already been through this event before. First comes the sprinkler, it looks like a baby's rattle made of metal. The bulb on the top has holes in it. From those holes molten lead drips. A grey hand slowly moves backwards and forwards over my chest and stomach. Drops of it sizzle and burn as steam snakes its way from my flesh. After the lead has hardened they will rip them off me, peeling it like a sunburn. A red patchwork of torn and burnt skin is created on my body. After this they will cut open my stomach, and draw out my intestines. A human on average has 7.5 meters of intestine, large and small combined. I'm not fully grown, nor am I that tall so I think that mine are shorter than that. I don't know if that's lucky or not. They cut into the middle of my stomach with a rusty saw toothed knife. It isn't really cutting, but shaving away skin and muscle. Gloved hands hold my chest and waist down. I don't have the strength to move. It's to hold my body in place while the saw opens me up. It sounds like drawing a table knife over a tough rare steak. It changes though, once it breaks through my abdominal muscles. From there it sounds like someone's splashing about in a kiddie pool. The change in the sound stops the saw, and it retreats out of my line of sight. From here the tongs, in the shape of a crocodile’s mouth, enter my stomach with a wet sucking sound, and searches for an easy piece of gut to grab onto. It sloshes around inside me with the occasional deep grinding sound it makes as it scrapes bone. When it finally grabs onto something, it pauses before I see the handles widen and a hear a crunching sound from inside me. Then it begins retreating, and I see a pink tube, or a red lump, sometimes a brown tube being pulled out of me. Once it's out of me the tongs switch to hands, and they drag more of me out. It gets carried to a wheel with holes in it, and they nail me to it with a wooden peg. The wheel begins turning and I am dragged apart. My insides don't smell very good. They smell sour, or bitter. Nobody says anything though. Only the process itself makes any sound. The creaking of the wheel like some sort of vinyl record the lonely music to this performance. The things around me all wear diamond shaped, bronze masks with holes for eyes. It covers their face, only from behind can I see their heads. Bald, grey skinned, and wrapped with 3 red belts tied to a metal ring on the back of the head. The only time I ever heard them make a noise, besides the heavy thump of their footsteps, is to grunt when swinging the axes they sometimes carry. They wear worn red cloaks that enshroud their gargantuan bodies. Baggy black trousers clothe their lower half and black boots engulf their feet. They smell of smoke, ash, and blood. Two of them wind the wheel, one on each side holding onto the crank that's attached to it. The others hold me down with grey meaty hands. Black pits on their mask peer at me or around me. The wheel snags, but it doesn't stop. Even if there's nothing left in my stomach, it keeps pulling. I can feel my chest being pulled towards the wheel. They want to pull me out until my throat. I can feel the tension increasing in the tube that used to be in me. It snaps with a wet splash. Like a bursting water balloon. There's a moment of silence, no turning of the wheel, just the quiet drops of my blood and contents of my stomach dripping onto the table and from the wheel onto the floor. Then the ones holding my body to the table let go, all at once. They stand back. Then they raise their arms and smash me. They beat every part of me they can reach. For a few moments I can hear the wet thumps and snaps of my body breaking under their fists. Then it stops. I wake up. This time my hands are tied behind my back. The rope bites into my arms and every movement constricts it as if it was a snake crushing my limbs like it would a rat's spine. I'm on my knees, and I stare into the pitch black eyes of Sachi. Sachiko's older sister. She was never born, a "vanishing twin". Devoured in the womb until all that remained of her were a few baby teeth impaled in Sachiko's chest. "Why... snap... early..." Broken words croak from her. Her black dress clad form hunched over, staring into me. Whiteless eyes only glint in the dim light of the swinging light bulb in this rock walled room. Nailess jagged fingers reach up and grab my naked shoulders. "Un... fair... only... Sachiko..." her face nears mine. "I... want... born... too..." her nose touches mine. My view is filled with black insect like eyes. "You... nice... family... nice... to... Sachiko... nice... to... me" Her lipless mouth nuzzles mine, almost as if a child wanting kisses from a mother. Jagged mouth rubs, and prods my lips. She pulls back after a moment "Help... body... want" Her last word snaps her mouth open. It's not so much a mouth as a bear trap. Its purpose isn't to chew food. It's to mutilate, to tear, to crush. Her mouth clamps over the bottom part of my face. It squeezes and I can here the spurt of blood as well as the crack of teeth being broken and groan of bone bending under the pressure. I can't see her eyes, only the jumping hair on the left side of her head and the pointed ear fill my vision. Beyond that only the brown dirt walls of the room I'm in disappear into darkness. A crunch and Sachi pulls back. Everything under her nose is red. Bits of skin and meat trail from me to her and tear as she shakes her head side to side like a dog. "Help... Sachi... get... body" her voice murmurs again hands this time reach up to the sides of what remains of my face. She pulls me towards her then aims her head to where my mouth was. I hear a wet thump and I can feel the hair of on her head rubbing on the top of my mouth. She had bitten off my entire jaw, and was now pushing her head into the hole that was left. Trying to force herself down my throat. I gurgle and splutter as hair and blood stuff up my lungs. Some of the blood leaks out my nose. Sachi's fingers dig in behind my ears. Her thumbs have cut the cartilage in two and start to dig into the holes as she tries to grab my head harder. Pop, and I can't hear anything anymore. Sachi gives up, her brow is twisted, wrinkled, black eyes are narrowed into tiny black rhombuses. Her mouth moves but I can't hear her. The two hands impaled in my skull squeeze together. I wake up. I'm strapped down onto the table again, but I don't hear the winding of gears nor the tensing of rope. The dull light bulb continues to swing, creaking, counting off meaningless seconds. I notice a pressure on my stomach and look down. Sachi is sitting on my stomach. "Sachi... want... body..." She repeats, hoarse voice creaking from her. She grabs my breasts with each hand and a trickle of blood starts seeping out from each tip. "Help... Sachi... give... body" She presses her head against my midriff. It squeezes so hard I can't breathe. Her fingers dig in further to support her. I feel my ribs crack a little. I can taste blood. "Only... Sachiko... no... fair" Sachi's voice doesn't drown out the sound of more ribs cracking, and the tearing sound of meat. I can feel her fingers on my rib cage now. A snap and Sachi falls off of me. Before she disappears I see white bone in her right hand. She toppled over to the left. Her support coming free causing her to lose her balance. I still can't breathe, my rib cage doesn't support my lungs anymore. One of the things reappears, he's carrying his ax this time. The dull head has lost its edge ages ago on the necks and bones of the victims it claimed before entering this place. It doesn't cut off as much as crush off its target. It rises blocking out the swinging light bulb. I hear a grunt. I wake up. I'm tied to a cross this time. Sachi stands below me holding a torch. Behind her many of the things are there. All are looking up at me. Sachi's grin is accentuated by the wrinkles behind her eyes. "Sachi... want... body... tell... how... get... body?" She walks up and sticks the torch into the oil soaked rags and wood beneath me. I can feel the heat, not just from my feet, but with my whole body. My nose burns as does my throat and my eyes water. My feet start to swell before the water filled blisters burst, popping from the heat. The boiling body fluids further cook my flesh. I choke as the heat enters my lungs, my throat swells up and I can't breathe. More of my body sizzles and cooks. I don't know how much of my body is left, my eyes water and then stop working. I can feel mucus coming up my throat and my nose trying to protect me but simply strangle me before boiling and cooking my face and mouth. I grow thirstier and thirstier and then. I wake up. "Sachiko... same" Sachi's voice rasps. I'm on the ground, my arms and legs are tied up. I can't move, Sachi has a pair of scissors in her hand. They open and close. Snip, snip. Lifeless black eyes, gazed into mine. She smiles, face twisting, eyes narrowing. “Sachiko...same” Her left hand grabs me by the hair and pulls me up towards her. The scissors open and close. Snip, snip. She grabs the scissors above the handle, like a dagger. And plunges it into my left eye. When I felt this scene before, all I could do was scream “No!” and beg and cry. When Sachiko carved out my eye, I wished for death and unconsciousness but at the same time I begged her not to kill me. I even used Kishinuma-kun’s shirt to blow my nose and wipe my tears. Now, I don't scream now. I've already consumed the Nirvana. This torture is merely its continuation. I'm fine. I wanted to protect my friends. I wanted them to be happy. I am the master of the Book of Shadows. Keeping Sachi here means she can't go after Yuka like she did last time. She still wants to be born, and she is of my blood, my responsibility. I wanted every one of my friends to be happy, I wanted the suffering caused by my bloodline to end. “Sachiko... same... say... aaah” She’s finished digging out my left eye. She grabs me by the jaw and let’s my head flop back exposing my tongue. In the end somebody had to do it. Snip, snip, squish, squish, spurt, squish, riiiiiiiiiip. My head falls back to the floor. I can’t breathe I can’t taste anything. So I'm alright everyone, please be happy. I'm still trying my best. I am the master of the Book of Shadows. Hinoe's Room - Real World "I'm fine everyone, please be happy. I'll protect you all. I am the master of the Book of Shadows." Ayumi's mumbling continues unheard and unanswered, facing the mirror in Hinoe's room. In it the reflection of Sachi gazes back. The book of Shadows lies on her lap. Her hands folded over it. The glowing orbs of its eyes shift from side to side and its tongue lazily tastes the air. "Sweet Dreams, my master." The books toothy grin seems to grow wider. A doorbell chimes. The book no longer has glowing orbs for eyes nor a tongue. The mirror only shows Shinozaki Ayumi’s vacant expression. Another ding dong echos, through the house, nobody answers. A third and footsteps echo from beyond the door growing louder then fainter as they pass by. The front door creaks open a little bit. "Who is it?" "Um, excuse me, I'm looking for Shinozaki, Ayumi. Is she in?" The lifeless books grin seems to twitch, and then its covers vibrate slightly. As if it had heard the world's funniest joke and was struggling to hold back howls of manic laughter. From Shinozaki's remaining eye a tear beads, and falls down her cheek. Spoiler: click to toggle Yoshiki's Room – Real World – Yoshiki The kettle whistles on the gas stove. The sound of feet cross the small room to the kitchen. A click and the low rumble of hot flames stops. The whistling dies down, a peeling sound and the sound of hot water being poured, rings from the kitchen. The clank of metal against metal, and then the beep of a kitchen timer being set. Yoshiki comes back into his room and sets his instant noodles in front of him with one hand, on the small coffee table. A pair of disposable chopsticks still in their paper sleeve is on top of it. Leaning back on the side of his bed he lets out a sigh. ‘What in the world do I today?’ He wanted to figure out what in the world was wrong with Shinozaki's family, but trying to go ask them was out of the question. Either the police would be called the moment they saw him or her father would attack him again. For an old man he was quite fit, his stomach was slightly bruised where he'd been punched. The person who would probably know if Shinozaki had been attacked by some secret society would be Mizuki Magari, but he had no way to find her, and even then she was dangerous, just thinking about her gave Yoshiki a chill down his spine. ‘No, I can’t ask her. I need someone who can give me information, or at least point me in the right direction... Information?...Of course! Niwa Aiko!’ Niwa Aiko, the spiritual information broker who sold Saenoki Naho the information about Heavenly Host elementary school. She had approached Shinozaki Ayumi and Kishinuma Yoshiki, as survivors of Heavenly Host, with a business offer. She would assist them in reviving their friends, who had died in Heavenly Host, and they would remove any threats or traps still remaining, after Shinozaki Sachiko’s ghost had been released. Her objective was to use Heavenly Host as proof that the spiritual world was real, and to become a tour guide of it charging exorbitant fees. She had notified Satoshi, Yohiski, and Naomi that Ayumi had gone to the abandoned apartment of Shinozaki Makina alone, and there she had taken the red box that Ayumi had found as payment for helping her friends find her. Inside were the Ever After stones. Many of them had apparently been contained within it, but only 2 pairs remained intact among the multiple fragments. Using them as a conduit, she had taken a photograph via projected thermography of Heavenly Host’s insides as proof. In the picture was the ghost of Yuki holding an ax in her right hand, a thick book in her left. Her irresponsibility and thoughtlessness in her handling of Heavenly Host cost her, her best friends, Saenoki Naho, Ooue Sayaka, Haruyuki Inumaru, and her sister Niwa Kuon. The last Yoshiki saw of her was when they were running out of Heavenly Host. If Satoshi and the others had gotten out, she should have too. ‘Satoshi, I wonder if he’s okay.’ He hadn’t thought of Satoshi in a while. He’d been too caught up in trying to find Shinozaki. ‘I’ll stop by his house to see if everything’s okay. After that I’ll wait in front of Paulownia Academy. I have no idea where she lives and I don’t have her phone number either.’ *BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP The kitchen timer reads 0:00:00. Pulling the chopsticks out of their sleaves, Yoshiki mutters a quick “itadakimasu” before quickly slurping up the contents. He had an objective, and wanted to get to it quickly. ... ... ... Passing by the Mochida household everything looked quiet. Except for the sudden appearance of a hot spring. “ `Mochida’s Hot spring`? I don’t remember this being here before... Well, he doesn’t seem to be home.” Sighing, Yoshiki turned around and started walking to the train station. ... ... ... Paulownia Academy – Real World Yoshiki Unlike Kisaragi Paulownia Academy hadn’t been closed. First period had already started however and with only casual clothes on Yoshiki couldn’t get in without being noticed. Being here was a risk though, Magari also went to this school. Running into her in broad daylight was hopefully safe enough, but if she managed to make everyone in the area ignore him... Yoshiki shakes his head. He doesn’t have a choice. Even if it is Magari he needs to know what’s going on with Shinozaki. He doesn’t want to be the last one to find out everything. He’s had enough of that with Heavenly Host. That said he can’t just stand here in front of the school. If the police don’t come to take him away he’ll be dragged inside by a guidance counsellor and he can’t afford to miss Aiko. Looking around he spots a convenience store opposite the school. Scratching his head and sighing he shoves his hands into his pockets and enters. ... ... ... It’s been a couple hours. Yoshiki has been standing in the magazine aisle next to the window. He had been keeping an eye on the school but it doesn’t seem students leave the campus for lunch. He hadn’t expected Aiko to leave the campus during that time but was hoping that he could sneak in either hiding among the students or pretending to be a part time worker delivering sandwiches or something. Neither of the two opportunities arrived so the only option left was to hope he could catch her when she left the school. Looking back down at the magazine he was pretending to read he skimmed a few headlines. “Source of mysterious pillars unknown, government still refuse comment.” “Alien attack?! Interview with world renowned astronomer!” “Attack by Molemen?! The coming invasion of the underground civilization!” None of the headlines seem to even come close. Speculation was going wild due to the sudden appearance and disappearance of the Entity Walls. They hadn’t appeared only in Japan. They had appeared the most in Tokyo, the point closest to where the Nirvana had broken into our world, but they didn’t stop just there. Locations with high population densities had seen one or two erupt. This had caused large amounts of damage in areas with no earthquake policies. London had taken far more damage than Tokyo in that sense due to most of their infrastructure not being earthquake proof, they still hadn’t recovered public transport and places still lacked water and electricity. The Gaza strip had erupted into full blown war. Both sides claimed divine intervention from the presence of the Entity walls and were using it to fuel their propaganda. Similar stories could be heard in multiple places in the Middle East. The number of terror attacks had increased in most parts of the globe fuelled by religious zealotry. America had declared martial law in New York. In total the world was a mess. Strangely there was almost no mention of secret societies such as the Grave of Maltuva or the Wiccan Institue. Glancing up again Yoshiki sees nothing but the empty school gates. He puts down the magazine he’s reading and picks up another one. “CEO of rapidly growing PL LLC Niwa Kuon Dissappears!” Niwa Kuon, Niwa Aiko’s older sister and assistant homeroom teacher Yoshiki, Satoshi, Naomi, and Ayumi as well as the CEO of PL LLC. She had taken the place of Shishido Yui, also teaching English, and was a constant reminder of the people lost in Heavenly Host. However, she had accompanied Satoshi and Naomi to Heavenly Host. Using her resources as the CEO of PL she had managed to create a pair of synthetic Ever After stones from the fragments inside the box, allowing them to enter the Heavenly Host. In the end she used her spiritual power to seal the last pillar “The Sephirot of Knowledge” that sealed the Nirvana, separating it from the real world. Thus sacrificing herself she bought Ayumi enough time to find the core of the Nirvana and seal it within the Book of Shadows. ‘I wonder what’s going to happen to it now that Kuon-sensei is gone.’ While the Nirvana was breaking through to the real world she had her company selling spiritual protection items such as charms or power crystals at low prices in order to protect as many people as she could. PL LLC had made a large profit from this. However, the reason for LLC’s quick growth was mostly Kuon’s unbelievable talent. Her elementary school piece she had written when she was 11 had apparently become a world best seller. From there she had succeeded in all routes of academia and business. ‘That reminds me, I’m probably fired from my old job by now. I’ll need to find a new one.’ Setting down the magazine, Yoshiki picks up one of the job offer flyers. Still checking the school gates from time to time he looks through them while waiting for school to finish. ... ... ... ‘Finally, looks like schools out, who knew I’d get this tired just from waiting.’ With the sun beginning to set students began to leave the school. ‘Niwa usually wears that weird purple Yukata so she should be easy to find.’ Picking up a random magazine Yoshiki keeps on looking for Aiko while pretending to read. ‘Come on, hurry up!’ Most of the students seem to have left, but no sign of Aiko. ‘Dammit, did she not come in to school today?’ Setting down the magazine Yoshiki steps out of the store. He starts walking towards the school. I can’t just go back empty handed, at this rate I’ll just grab someone and ask where she lives. Stepping inside he sees a girl with long black hair, interrupted with a lock of white on the side, in an ordinary Paulownia Academy uniform. She’s sitting on one of the red seats that surround a tree, as if to take a short break before going home. Grabbing her shoulder Yoshiki asks, “Hey, I’m looking for Niwa Aiko, do you know her?” She stiffens before turning. “Yes, I know her.” Niwa Aiko’s face answers. “Are you really, Niwa?” I take a step back. She’s wearing the normal Paulownia Academy uniform. The purple Yukata she wore instead of a school jacket is gone along with the wooden clogs she wore instead of shoes. “I would believe I would know whether or not I was myself.” Violet eyes narrow. “Now, who are you, and why are you looking for me?” She doesn’t remember me? After all the stuff she put us through? I can feel my fists clenching. Whump! Huh?! “Excuse us Vice President we were delayed by a labor crew checking the stability of the roads, what shall we do with this?” I was grabbed from behind by a big guy in a black suit and sunglasses. Looks like something out of Men in Black. He’s got my arms locked behind me and I can’t break free! “Let... go! Dammit!” I struggle, the guy squeezes my arms but I still try to break free. The guy’s brow furrows. “Take him with us, he was looking for me and he has an interesting aura around him. He might be useful.” Niwa nonchalantly states. “Understood.” “Oi, wait, dammit. Lemme go!” I’m dragged backwards, Niwa follows a few paces behind. I hear a car door opening and I’m dragged into the back seat of a car. It’s big, probably a limousine. “Stop struggling, we will not release you until the Vice President gives us the word.” A feel something wrap around my wrists and then the sound of ticking plastic. I’m then thrown into the back right seat. The guy sits down opposite me. Niwa Aiko looks in before smiling. “I suppose you got more than you expected? I guess you don’t know much about me after all.” She steps in and takes the seat furthest from me. “You asked me two questions and I answered both, now I have asked you two but you still haven’t answered. As a business transaction this isn’t the worse I’ve seen, but I make it a habit to take whatever I think I’m owed, if I’m not paid.” She’s got that annoying smile on her face again, like the one she wore when she tried to convince me and Shinozaki to go back to Heavenly Host. “Dammit, are you crazy. This is a kidnapping!” “Oh, is there someone who would report you missing, a fellow conspirator perhaps?” A look of false surprise paints her face before reforming the smile. “From the look on your face, I guess not. In that case with no one to report it it doesn’t matter whether this is a kidnapping, or not.” This person is nuts! I didn’t think she was right in the head when she wanted to collect all those spiritual items from Heavenly Host, as well as make it a tourist spot. But this is just insane! “Since we have time before we arrive, I’ll ask again. Who are you, and why are you looking for me?” The smile is gone this time, good it was annoying me. “I’m Kishinuma Yoshiki, we’ve met before, in Heavenly Host.” Her eyes widen before narrowing. She looks away, folding her arms in front of her. “So, that explains your aura.” She mutters to herself. Mist and Magari said something similar about us. The 5 who escaped from Heavenly Host, apparently we had a different aura to other people. Something about having lived through the same time over and over again, ahhh, I can’t remember. She turns to the guy. I guess he’s her bodyguard. “Release him, he’s not one of their pawns.” “Understood.” He reaches behind me and I hear a snap. My wrists come free and he retreats holding a plastic cuff. “So you’ve answered one of my questions.” Niwa continues, while I rub my wrists. “I still haven’t heard why you wanted to see me though.” “I wanted some information, that’s all. You were the only information broker I knew that deals with this sort of stuff.” Her brow furrows and she looks out the window. Her arms are still folded over her chest. “Now I need some info, tell me every...” “How many family members do you have?” “Huh?!” “I asked, `How many family members do you have?` ” “Hold on a second, I answered 2 of your questions now it’s my turn to ask.” “What are you saying? You didn’t answer those questions immediately last time. I had to get you in my car in order for you to answer them. This is interest. In-ter-est,” “Wha-. That’s just stupid.” “You called me an information broker, information is what I deal with. You should be thankful I’m only charging questions, although if you would like I’m willing to accept payment in a different medium.” At this a wide smirk appears on her face. Shit, I guess she still ticks me off. “If I answer will you answer my questions?” “It wouldn’t hurt. Of course I would have to charge you separately for that.” I sigh, I’m stuck in this car anyways and this is my first lead. “I only have a little sister. I haven’t talked or seen my parents in a long time.” “Oh, really?” She’s looking out the window again. The sun’s rays cast half her body in shadow and the other half in its orange glow. “Is she from Heavenly Host too?” “No, there’s no way I’d let her go there!” “I see. I hope you get to see her again.” What is she...? The car stops. “Vice President, we have arrived.” The door closest to Niwa is opened from outside and another guy in a suit and sunglasses helps her out. “Get out.” The guy sitting opposite to me gestures with his head. I get out of the limousine and he follows behind me. We’re in front of an office building. The entrance is elevated above the street, large stairs lead up to it. Above the entrance I see the letters P L Limited Liability Company. “Come in, it’s getting cold.” I hear her say without looking back. I don’t understand what’s going on or whether I can trust her, I have half a mind to just turn around and run. She was creepy before, now she gives off the same feeling as Magari. I thought she still had a human heart when she begged Mist not to kill her sister, looks like her appearance isn’t the only thing that changed. I grit my teeth, there’s a guy behind me but at this time of the day there’s still a few people around. I could kick up a scene and might be able to get out or at least get help. “I’m sorry... you don’t have to worry anymore.” Shinozaki went back to Heavenly Host with Mist. She didn’t know what sort of state it was in or how to find the Book of Shadows once she got there. She hadn’t even learned how to swim. But she went back. Just to get back our friends. The building in front of me isn’t Heavenly Host. The things I’m dealing with aren’t even spirits or ghosts. If I run away now, then why didn’t I run away the moment she was possessed back by the third floor bathrooms in Heavenly Host? I look down and sigh. I look back up. Niwa Aiko stares down at me from the top of the stair by the entrance. “ `No matter what happens`, was it...” I walk forward and start climbing. Edited by Zaion, January 3, 2015, 4:27 pm.
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| L3Z4 | January 3, 2015, 4:28 pm Post #9 |
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My apologies, haha. I didn't read your message, Kouhai ツ Also, let's not flood this post with such insignificant matters. Better just read this fanfic and give our thoughts/opinions on it. Edited by L3Z4, January 3, 2015, 5:01 pm.
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| Zaion | January 3, 2015, 4:34 pm Post #10 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle Niwa Aiko’s office – Perfect Life LLC – Yoshiki Perfect Life LLC was tall. It stood over all the other buildings in the area, like a huge oak tree in the middle of a forest of maples. The straight edges of the black glass of the building made it look like a massive grave stone jutting out of the earth. The lobby of PL was big. An obsidian reception desk welcomed us, the receptionist smiling and bowing towards Niwa. She smiled and nodded. Beyond that was a large open area with seats and coffee tables. Onyx pillars surrounded them, it looked like the lobby of a hotel than an office building. There even seemed to be a restaurant off to the side. I could see a few business men sitting down talking to each other while enjoying coffee or tea. Walking past it we reached 3 elevators at the back of the building. Niwa pushed the call button and waited without turning around. I just kept looking around, this place gave me the creeps. *Ding! The one in the middle arrived. The elevator also looked like something out of a hotel. Bronze walls with a checkered pattern of rough and smooth metal surrounded us. Niwa’s bodyguards stood on either side of me. I leaned against the back wall of the elevator. “So, why did you bring me here?” The elevator’s humming is the only other sound. “Why else?” The elevator dings, the number 39 is highlighted, 1 below the top floor. “To do business of course.” The doors open up to a corridor, the wall opposite the elevators has a door with a keypad next to it in it. The guy on my left leaves his position to enter the code. The doors open silently and Niwa walks in, I tag along. The two guards stop at the door frame and turn around. They don’t follow us in. Inside a coffee table in between two sofas lies to our left, shelves of files and records adorn either wall. At the far end there is a desk with a computer and a tray, a quarter filled with what look like forms of some kind, on it. “So” exhales Niwa as she sits down at her desk. “You say you’ve met me before, in Heavenly Host no less. However, I have no memory of you at all.” “Well, I haven’t forgotten about you, although you’ve changed quite a lot.” I grumble folding my arms. “It would be stranger to think things would remain the same, especially after these recent events.” “... I guess, so why are you Vice President of this place all of a sudden. I thought you dealt in paranormal stuff.” “I still do, in fact I’ve gotten a lot better at it and a lot more resourceful.” Niwa smiles and leans a little bit back into her chair. “So, tell me. How did you get out of Heavenly Host? I and a few others were the only ones to leave it through the portal.” Sighing a stick my hand into my left pocket and grab the stones. “With these, make sense now?” Niwa stares at the stones in my hand. “... Hey.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I just...” She turns away slightly. I follow her gaze and see her looking at something on her desk. She seems to be looking at a picture frame, besides it is a red pentacle shaped hair band. I look away, I remember now. She lost friends too in that place. In the end, thoroughly traumatized and injured by Heavenly Host she had broken down. Crying about all she had wanted was to see her friends again. I guess she wasn’t that different from us in a way. She had intended to find the effects of Saenoki Naho and Ooue Sayaka. Since both had strong spiritual powers she said that there effects had a high chance of becoming spiritual talismans. Remnants of their will would be imprinted on them. She said she could hear their thoughts and emotions through them. “So it seems you managed to escape from there, but not unscathed.” “What are you talking about?” Niwa’s eyes meet mine, violet irises tighten and focus on me. “Those poor souls who die and are unable to escape Heavenly Host, they are erased from the memories of all, except those who’ve been there. You know this do you not?” “Yeah, I remember.” I briefly recall the photo with blacked out faces. The faces no one could see and nobody but us could remember. “It seems that you have suffered some of it effects, even though you survived it.” “When dealing with the Nirvana damage to one’s existence is to be expected.” The book said something like that, I had assumed that since I hadn’t died and I could still see my face in the mirror I’d gotten out of there fine. Looks like that wasn’t the case, was Shinozaki suffering the same fate? That just made things stranger, her father recognized the name Shinozaki Ayumi. Even before that would you care for someone who you had no memory or knowledge of? Shinozaki had been in a wheel chair and had been clothed properly. She even had her hairbands on. Someone had been caring for her. You wouldn’t do that to a person you didn’t remember. “It seems you have some idea of how this happened.” Niwa smiles lightly. “I would very much like to hear it.” “Why do you want to know? And even if that’s true, you’ve been in Heavenly Host, but you don’t remember me.” “I want to know because knowing is my business. Seeing as the only thing you have to trade is your experience in Heavenly Host, unless you have some other alternative method of paying, I cannot give you the information you might want. Really, I’m doing you a service here.” I grit my teeth. I guess some things don’t change. I thought Heavenly Host had shocked some sense into her. I sigh, might as well tell her what happened to us. She might be able to figure something out. “The Nirvana, you remember that it was sealed right?” “Naturally, I was there.” “Do you remember who sealed it?” She looks down at her hands on her lap. “I wish I could, but all I can remember was that she was very kind.” “Well, I went back to help her. I saw the body of someone who had the Ever After stones, while we were running out of the school, and I took them from him. After I got to her I used them to get her out.” She closes her eyes, leans back, and crosses her arms. “You’re not telling me everything.” She says quietly. “If what you say is true then your existence wouldn’t have been erased from my mind as well.” She looks up and pins me with her gaze. “You said `while we were running`, you know about the Ever After stones, and most important of all. You know me. That means that you were there in Heavenly Host the entire time I was there, perhaps even one of the people I discussed my original plans for Heavenly Host. But I have no memory of you whatsoever. Using the Ever After stones would not have such an effect. Even if you used them after the Nirvana had collapsed. They merely connect our world and the Nirvana.” She stands up leaning forward onto the desk. “What did you do there Kishinuma Yoshiki, what did you do that removed your existence?” My ears are ringing. I can’t look away. My body is going numb. I can see in my head the events of today being played back to me. Like I’m re-watching the events in my head, the ringing grows louder. “Guh, hrgg.” I struggle, it feels like someone’s got me in a headlock and is forcing me to look at her. I see myself walking backwards from Satoshi’s house back to mine, I’m unmaking the cup of instant noodles I ate this morning. “nggg, mmm.” I feel tired, like I’ve pulled an all-nighter at my old job, like I’m sitting back in class in one of the more boring lectures. I see Magari again. I’m back in prison. I’m in the police car. The guy is talking backwards, he’s about to say Shinozaki’s name. “! ! !” I stumble forwards and shake my head. Cold sweat breaks out all over my body. Gasping I look up. Niwa Aiko is back in her chair, her elbows on the desk, chin resting on the backs of her hands. “So, it seems you can resist my hypnotism. I learned enough though.” Her voice is disinterested, bored. “What *pant did you *pant do?!” I focus on her hands, I don’t want to let her out of my sight but looking at her face is too risky. “I merely had you show me the past. I wasn’t able to go far enough to see what I wanted.” The mouth above her hands curves upwards at the corners. “Don’t worry. You still have some bargaining chips left, as a bonus I’ll even tell you what’s happened to your existence.” “What?” “Your existence, haven’t you noticed? It has been erased, no eroded.” Her hands unclasp and she reclines in her seat again. “It seems that you haven’t noticed it, but by looking at your memories I can see it. Do you not think it strange that a person could be pulled into an alleyway, or run out of a police station without being noticed by anyone?” “What do you mean?” She sighs. “Do you ever have a moment where you feel someone is there before you see them, or feel something is there, but when you look there is nothing? All things have the ability to detect the existence of something, the feeling of something being there. However, you have gone completely unnoticed, even when you are making no attempt to hide.” Does that mean the officer at the desk back then wasn’t under a spell? Wasn’t Magari the one who made it so nobody would see me? “You even managed to sneak up on me, even if I was not at my most vigilant. Usually, one would have to know “presence concealment” or have some sort of ward or charm to do that. That is why I had you dragged here.” I shake my head. “That doesn’t make sense. There’ve been plenty of times where people noticed me. I even talked to that guy in the police car.” “That’s why I said your existence has been eroded. If it had been erased I wouldn’t be able to talk to you or even notice you. You are easier to overlook, sometimes even completely invisible to other people. Although it seems you have no control over it whatsoever.” She turns the seat sideways to look out the window. “You probably came into contact with the Nirvana itself, but not long enough for you to be completely erased. How is she? You said you got her out, but didn’t mention what state she was in.” I remain silent. If the little bit of Nirvana I ate did this to me. Then how bad was it with Shinozaki? I could see her and her father knew her. She had eaten far more of the Nirvana than I had. Was it because of the Book of Shadows? Dammit, I’m getting wrapped up in her pace. I need to know about Shinozaki, even if I don’t trust her at all. I can deal with this later. “That doesn’t matter to you. Just tell me anything you know about the name Shinozaki.” She blinks once. “Shinozaki, so I guess that’s who sealed the Nirvana. It makes more sense now. Only someone of that bloodline could seal the Nirvana and continue to remain in my memories, no matter how small a fragment.” “What, are you going to go after her too?” She smiles and looks at me. I quickly avoid her gaze. I don’t want to have her looking through my head anymore. “And what if I did, would you be able to do anything to stop me?” I clench my fists. If she plans to go after Shinozaki now is my best chance to stop her. The guards are outside and the door is locked. I won’t get a better chance than this. If what she says about my existence is true I might even be able to get out alive as well. “I see. Don’t worry. I was saved by her actions I’m not the type to repay kindness with ingratitude.” “How do I trust you?” “I’m a business woman, first and foremost. My word is all I have.” That’s pretty much all I can go on, her word. I never knew her very well. In Heavenly Host she seemed like one of us, just another person trying to get back their friends. Now, either she changed or was always like this. It doesn’t matter, I need information. “I guess it doesn’t matter. I need to know more about Shinozaki’s family. Like were they attacked by a secret society or something.” “You’ll have to narrow it down I’m afraid. The Shinozaki blood line has been entangled with Heavenly Host and the Nirvana in general for a long time.” I don’t want to give her address. I know that with Shinozaki Makina at least one other family under the name Shinozaki lived in Tokyo. Add to that the number of homonyms. Hopefully she won’t be able to find her too easily. “Just give me information on anything to do with the Shinozaki family. I don’t need info older than 17 years ago.” “That’s quite a tall order Mr. Kishinuma, I don’t think the information you’ve given me is enough to cover it.” “What else do you want to know?” “What about her name, or address?” “No, I don’t trust you. You might not go after her but you said so yourself. `The usage of information is up to the receiver.’ I know at least one group is still going after the Book of Shadows.” A small smile and down cast eyes reply. “Yes, I’ve said that before. In that case we are at an impasse. You don’t have anything to give me anymore, and I won’t be giving this data out of charity.” It comes back down to this. To her information is a product, something to be bought and sold. If that’s the case though, I might as well try. “I can give you information about me.” For the first time Niwa looks genuinely confused. “What?” “I can’t give you information about her, but I can give you information about me, and what I remember about the Nirvana. Is that enough?” “Ha, ha ha ha. Information about you? I didn’t know you were such a narcissistic individual. Fine then, I’ll bite. It’s true you have an interesting aura, different from most other survivors of Heavenly Host, and I can use information about what happened to the Nirvana after we escaped. But I guess if you stood there and told me all of it we would be here forever.” She opens up a drawer on her desk and pulls out a form. “What’s that?” “It’s a resume template. I have no idea how much or how valuable the information you have is, so I’ll need to keep in contact with you. Write down your contact details and address for now so I can find you, and if your trade proves unsatisfactory I’ll know where to find you.” She puts a pen down on top of it and pushes it across the desk towards me. “As a show of good will I’ll give you a folder of news articles and other mundane information relating to the Shinozaki’s. It covers a time span beyond which you requested but reaches up to recent events.” “Why do you have something like that?” “I’m an information broker. The Shinozaki’s have a history with dealing with the supernatural. Shinozaki Sachiko was the one who created Heavenly Host in the first place. I like to keep tabs on future opportunities, or threats.” She gets up and walks over to a shelf and begins looking for something. I pick up the sheet. It feels like I’m signing a contract with the devil. I write my address, home phone number, and mobile. Niwa pulls out a blue binder from one of the shelves and hands it to me. “Don’t bother returning it, everything here is already copied and backed up either on our system or our archives. I’ll contact you when I need you.” I take the folder, is what I need really in here? I have no idea, it’s a start though. “You know the way out don’t you? Show yourself out, now I’m busy.” She walks back behind the desk and starts looking through the paperwork placed in the tray. I leave the form on the coffee table and walk out. ... ... ... By the time I got back home it was past eleven. I took a brief look inside the folder. Mostly it was filled with copies of newspaper clippings, reports, and documents. Most of it was way too old to be relevant now but there were more recent articles. I opened it up and started looking through it, looking for Shinozaki’s name. It was going to be a long night. Yoshiki’s Room – Real World – Yoshiki The file I got from Niwa was huge. It contained copies of articles from the 1940s as well as photos and even diary fragments. I don’t know where she got all of this but it’s well documented. There’s even an index showing date, person mentioned, and printer or source. I narrow it down to the past 17 years and look through the names. I can see death notices of Shinozaki Makina as well as a couple mentions of a Shinozaki Hinoe. Nothing referencing Shinozaki Ayumi. I realize that as she was a minor the press wouldn’t have been able to print her name. I sigh. Shinozaki Hinoe seemed to be the most prominent name within the past 17 years. That wasn’t saying much though, the number of records petered out towards the end. I flip to the latest news entry about Shinozaki Hinoe, it was dated November ninth. Corpse of renowned spiritualist Shinozaki Hinoe found in burnt down wreckage in Kishi. At 07:58AM this morning police officers and firefighters recovered the body of Shinozaki, Hinoe (27) from the wreckage of a burned out house in the mountains near District 5 of Kishi province. Firefighters arrived at the scene at 00:31AM after a report of smoke arising from the nearby woods from a passing truck driver. Due to the isolated location firefighters arrived on the scene 8 minutes after the report. An unmarked building was discovered to be in flames in the middle of the woods and after 3minutes the fire was extinguished. The entire building was incinerated. Miraculously a girl was discovered nearby the house. The girl is a minor and has had her name withheld. No injuries were reported. Police officers arrived at the scene to investigate as both an accident and case. After 7 hours of searching one of the officers discovered what appeared to be an arm underneath the rubble. Firefighters were immediately asked to assist in the rescue operation and dug up the rubble. Underneath the corpse of Shinozaki Hinoe was discovered. The corpse was missing the head and the police are investigating this event as a case as opposed to an accident. The corpse was identified from fingerprint and DNA testing. Most of the corpse remained intact from the fire and collapsing rubble. The head has still not been found. Shinozaki Hinoe was a well-known spiritualist and counsellor. Although not active within public media she provided her services to a wide range of clients ranging from members of the Japanese parliament to ordinary housewives. She was last seen entering the Hinode Aeonmall in Hinode, at around 7:00PM. The house in question was unmarked on any map or database. Due to the severity of the fire it is impossible to guess the structure of the building. However, firefighters reported that before its collapse it was a two story building that resembled an old European style cottage. Police are still continuing their investigation and have cordoned off the area. November 29th was when Shinozaki had been hospitalized, I heard from Nakashima that there had been something involving Heavenly Host. Something about a book, I guess that’s when she first found that thing. I never heard what happened from anyone. Satoshi and I were both in the dark about what happened with those two. If this news report was true then Shinozaki’s sister died there. She didn’t say a single thing about it, just another example of her being an idiot and bottling everything up. Were we really that unreliable as friends? Really, she cried and whined a lot while we were in Heavenly Host but big things like this she doesn’t say a word. I sigh, and look through the other articles associated with that date. Although that was the last news article there were a couple of other forms and notes that dated after it. They were also labelled as being about Shinozaki Hinoe. A copy of a death certificate took up the top half of the opposite page followed by an autopsy report. “... What the fuck is this?” The death certificate listed the standard name, birth place, residence and other information as well as the date of her death. Her autopsy report was what made me say that. Multiple bruises, ranging from 5 to 9 centimeters in diameter are on the stomach and upper thighs. The female genitalia were heavily bruised with signs of abrasion. Numerous blood clots and cuts were found within the vagina. My mind went blank. I just continued staring at the file, trying to see if I’d read something wrong or there was some other mistake. It doesn’t change. The clinical description about what happened to Shinozaki Hinoe remains the same. “What the fuck.” I drop the file. Then I kick the table. It flips over with a thump throwing the file across the room. This is fucked up. If Shinozaki was the minor located at that site... I don’t even want to think about it. I just want to punch someone. The last time I was this mad was when Shinozaki told me what Yuki had done to her. “GODDAMMIT!” I slam my fist into the carpet. Why, why do these things have to happen? Why am I not there to stop them? I hear a banging at my door. “Hey, keep it down. What time do you think it is?” a muffled voice follows. I can’t just stand here. I need to get out. I walk to the door and slam it open. “Whoa! What the hell?” A young man in a loose white T-shirt and baggy shorts was in the way. I brush past him and start running down the stairs. ... ... ... I ended up in front of Shinozaki's house, it's pitch black. I don't know what I'm doing here or what I can do. I just ended up here after running out of my apartment. I'm covered in sweat, and my chest hurts. I'm still gasping for breath. "Goddammit, goddammit all." I lean back and then collapse next to a telephone pole opposite the gates of her house. This is all fucked up, my head hurts and my vision goes blurry. I just wanted to save Shinozaki, to keep her safe. To thank her for crying for me, for stopping me from getting kicked out by Tsubota. For helping me make the first real friends I had in a long time and enjoy school. "God... dammit." I can feel tears going down my face, wet warmth flows down and around my cheeks. My chest feels like it's about to burst. I end up just pounding my fist against the pavement over and over again. "... hurt?" "Huh?" I suddenly grow more tired. My arms and legs no longer listen to me. My voice chokes in my throat. My tears grow cold. "Pain... pain... go away..." Is somebody patting me on the head? "Now... help... give... body." I black out as I feel small cold hands against my cheeks. warning adult themes “Kishinuma-kun” A gentle voice brushes against me ear. Who is that? I try to open my eyes but my body feels heavy and cold, as if I was at the bottom of deep sea. “Kishinuma-kun” The voice reaches me again. Something sparks inside me. The chill begins to fade as I feel my blood heating up inside me. The voice is familiar but I haven’t heard it in a long time. “Kishinuma-kun, wake up.” Shinozaki? My eyes open and is met by the dark blue night. The moon is the brightest thing in the sky. The lamp posts around here haven’t turned on yet for some reason. Its blue light silhouettes a familiar hairstyle. I’m still lying against the telephone pole across from Shinozaki’s house. My back is a bit stiff from how long I’ve stayed there but that discomfort fades away as my eyes get used to the dark. “You’re awake. Really, what are you doing here?” Shinozaki’s face stares down at me worriedly. Her blue eyes peer into mine and her eyebrows are drawn together in a slight frown. She’s squatting down in front of me with her legs closed. The short blue skirt of the Kisaragi Academy uniform that reaches her knees is held in place by the hands folded in her lap. “Shinozaki...” Is this a dream? I can’t stop myself from staring at her face, mouth half open with surprise. “What? Is there something on my face?” She pouts slightly and leans back away from me. Her face pulls away from mine and my vision opens up, taking in the street I’m sitting on and the house behind her. “A-are you alright, can you move?” My voice stutters. Even though there are a bunch of other things I want to say to her, the first words out of my mouth check her condition. The last time I saw her she was in a wheelchair, dead to the world. Was it really alright for someone like that to be moving around like this? “... Just for now. I still took a lot of damage when sealing the Nirvana.” She smiles lightly as if she’s talking about a scrape or small wound. “Let’s go inside. It’s getting cold out here.” She stands up, brushing her hands on the front of her skirt as she does. The sound of her shoes against the pavement clicks with the chirps of grasshoppers and other insects of the night. “H-hey! Wait!” Scrambling up from where I was sitting, I jog to catch up to her. “Be quiet, my dad’s still sleeping.” Shushing me as I reach her, she opens the door silently. A black hallway with a wooden floor yawns open. She steps crosses the doorframe with one step and turns to look at me. I scratch my head once before sighing and following her in. We take off our shoes at the vestibule before stepping onto the wooden floor. Our socked feet pad along it. The inside of the house is darker than the outside. With the light of the moon blocked by the walls and ceiling I can only make out faint shapes as we walk along. The faint outline of a door passes my by on the right and left as we pad further along. Shinozaki stops at the second pair of doors we reach, before turning towards and opening the one on our right. The sound of metal against metal as the knob pushes against the springs and gears inside that keeps the door shut makes my heart skip a beat. Compared to the quiet patting of our socks against the wood the cacophony of clicks was deafening. “Sorry about yesterday. My dad’s a bit touchy ever since he learned about my sister... And I became like this.” The door swings open, revealing a normal bedroom. The furniture decorating it is comprised of; a desk in the far left corner, a bed against the right wall, and a bookshelf next to the door. “Huh? Oh... well...” I don’t know what to say. Do I try to console her? Tell her it’s alright? Ask her what’s going on? Satoshi always knew what to say better than I could. I just acted, sometimes without thinking. I end up standing just inside the room, scratching my head as if my fingers would somehow dig up an answer from my scalp. “Kishinuma-kun, over here.” “Huh?” Looking up I see Shinozaki, sitting on the bed by the pillow. Her left hand pats the place beside her. “Let’s talk a bit. I don’t think I have much time.” She smiles sadly. “... Alright.” I walk over and plop down next to her. We remain silent for a moment. Even though she said she wanted to talk the only thing I hear is the quiet orchestra of the insects outside. “Nobody remembers us now, do they?” Her voice sounds a little sad, almost resigned. “Yeah...” I scratch my head again, thinking of something to say. “I met Niwa yesterday. She didn’t recognize me at all, although she’s changed a lot.” I stare off into the distance. It’s strange. Even though I’m in Shinozaki’s room, sat right next to her I don’t feel nervous. A sort of calmness has taken over me. Even though I can feel Shinozaki’s warmth from right next to me my heart isn’t pounding. The white wall opposite the bed only has one window next to the desk, letting in the moonlight. The soft light shines on her face before spilling onto her shoulders an down her chest before stopping just before her stomach. “I see, so Aiko-san got out as well.” Smiling lightly she turns her face towards me. “Did everyone else get out?” “I think so...” Scratching my head again I think of what to say. “I haven’t checked though. I passed by Satoshi’s place but didn’t see him.” Smiling lightly I try to lighten the mood. “He’s got a hot spring at his house now, can you believe it?” Come to think of it I’ve never just chatted with Shinozaki, it’s always been either about school, or some class event, or Heavenly Host. Even though we’ve been classmates for a while and she’s interested me ever since she helped me out with Tsubota, I hadn’t talked to her about personal things that much. Yet here I was. Not even a first date and already sitting on her bed. Well, she did come visit me once before going into the Nirvana. Seriously, talk about a tough night. I ended up working later than usual that time. When I got back I found Shinozaki with her knees curled up in front of her, waiting outside my apartment building. Inviting her up for some tea to warm up, she tells me that she wants to go back to Heavenly Host. Man... I was more surprised than when I found her there in the first place. Just what god did I piss off to have my heart jump more at the mention of a school than the sight of a girl I ... Crap, I can’t even say it in my head. But after that things went sour. I tried to stop her from going back there. I threw the Ever After stones out the window, timing it with the passing of a construction truck. I tried to break the only route to Heavenly Host to stop her from going. “A hot spring, really?” She turns towards me eyes wide with surprised. “Yeah, they even had a sign, saying `Mochida’s Hot Spring`. Really, who came up with that name?” I smile a little. That was probably the second time she slapped me. Right after I had thrown the stones. But if it was to protect her then I didn’t regret it. Wait... second time? When was the first time...? Something sparks in my head. A brief moment of dizziness wafts over me. “Weird.” Chuckling she faces forward again. “But a hot spring wouldn’t bad right about now.” “Ye-yeah...” I shake my head to get rid of the residual dots in my vision. Nobody remembers either of us anymore. Even the friends we survived Heavenly Host with. I didn’t have any strong ties with anybody in the first place. My parents are probably better off not remembering me. Being alone is something I’ve gotten used to. It was only after Shinozaki cried for me that I actually had real friends to treasure and want. Shinozaki knew them for much longer than I did, and probably felt more for them because of that. Well there were other factors too. She was always going on about being our class-rep before Heavenly Host. Maybe she really did feel like our wellbeing was her responsibility. And of course after Heavenly Host she couldn’t forgive herself no matter how many times we told her it wasn’t her fault. On top of that, being related to Sachiko and Yoshie probably gave her a strange sense of duty to stop all of this. All of that combined formed her decision to stay behind in the Nirvana and seal it, even if she was crying the entire time. I scratch my head again, trying to think up of something to cheer her up. “Maybe, someday we can meet them.” She turns to me, expression quizzical. “Eh?” Sighing slightly I put both my hands in my lap and stare out the window. “They may not remember us, but we became friends before, we could probably be friends again.” Yeah, that’s a possibility. I don’t know how bad Shinozaki’s condition is but if she can move around and talk. Even if it’s only a short while, we might be able to reconnect with them. “Satoshi’s way to nice for his own sake anyways. Maybe we could get him to let us in.” I lean back a little bit on the bed with both hands, and continue looking out the window. Relying on him annoys me, but Shinozaki always brightened up when she saw or heard him. If it’ll stop her from beating herself about everything… Yeah ‘no matter what’ wasn’t it? “Really, troubling Mochida-kun again? You couldn’t get him to let you go during the school festival.” “Hey, getting grabbed by the ear hurts a lot you know!” She chuckles lightly as I scratch my head again. Her smile is contagious and I end up smirking slightly as well. Shinozaki is here, I managed to save her. *Sniff The sound of a sniffle wipes the smirk off my face. Shinozaki rubs her eyes but it’s too late. I can see them filling with tears. “I want to see everyone again.” She dries her eyes again but it’s no use. They fill up as quickly as she can empty them. “Everyone?” She nods once. Something tells me it’s not Satoshi, Naomi, or Yuka she’s talking about. “You mean Yui-sensei and the others?” She nods againg, and wipes her face with her sleeve again. The material begins to stick to her skin from the wetness. “Well...” Scratching my head again I try to think of something to say. “We’ll probably see them again someday.” “Eh?” Shinozaki’s tear stained face looks up towards me. Her eyes are red and her nose is running. Is this the face a high schooler is supposed to have? She looks more like a toddler who just scraped their knee. Shaking my head I turn back towards the moon framed in the window. “The Nirvana is gone, so their souls have been released as well. We’ll see them again, when we go up to meet them.” I can feel my cheeks heating up. Talk about a fish out of water. Saying things like this really wasn’t like me. But it was true. If the Nirvana, Heavenly Host and everything else related to it is gone. Then Morishige, Suzumoto, Shinohara, and Yui-sensei should be free. Peeking out of the corner of my eye, I see her smile slightly and nod. Her face is still a horrible mess of tears and mucus though, I sigh. “Your nose is dripping you know.” “Wha-What are you saying!” “Here.” I take out a handkerchief out of my back pocket. “I keep a spare one on me at all times. Don’t want you using my shirt as a tissue again.” Flashing a grin I stick out the handkerchief. A surprised look goes over her face before the usual frown she uses whenever she scolds me appears. ... Hm? Did I say something wrong? “Why you!” “Wha-!” She dives past my out stretched hand before grabbing my shirt with two fists and burrows her head into it. I feel something wet pressing against me through the cloth. “Hey, whattya-!” *PAAAAAAARRP “Hey!” I put a hand on her shoulder to push her away before sighing and simply leaving it there. “Really, what are you, 2?” My other arm circles around and pats her on the head in a weird embrace. Even though she just blew her nose I can tell from the growing wetness that she’s still crying. We stay there for a moment under the moonlight. Only the occasional sniffle interrupted with the small hopeless sigh on my part interrupts the now silent night. “You know, I met Shinohara-san again. In Heavenly Host.” Her face is still burrowed into my shirt, I keep stroking her head. Part of my stomach feels warm as the breath from her voice hits it. “Really, what did she say?” “She was worried about Nakashima-san, about me. She told me she was fine. Told me to tell Nakashima-san that she’d moved on.” I smile slightly. Shinohara, thanks. “Shinohara, she was really something wasn’t she. Really, if Satoshi wasn’t so clueless he would have been worried Nakashima would be taken by her.” “Even then, Mochida-kun was pretty dependable, back there.” I try to lighten the mood a bit, but the mention of Satoshi dampens my enthusiasm. I still pat Shinozaki’s head, but there’s a small selfish feeling in my heart that’s starting to nibble at it. “... What about me?” I look down at the top of her head that I’m patting. “What about you?” Her voice is still muffled from being burrowed into my shirt. “... Was... I dependable?” “... a little bit.” The nibbling feeling disappears, but in its place I feel a little sulky. Just ‘a little’ was it? “Hey, I’d prepared a lot of stuff you know, planning out to come here. Had an entire backpack... just couldn’t get it ‘cuz... I was looking for a way to get to you.” I couldn’t stop myself from complaining. But I don’t stop holding Shinozaki. “You still had the time to grope Mizuki-san’s breasts.” Her head shifts a bit tickling my stomach slightly. “Wha! I didn’t even think about that, I just needed to ya know... seriously, it’s ‘cuz you ran off on your own.” The night grows silent and Shinozaki remains hidden in my shirt. Man, me and my big mouth. The moods gotten a bit awkward but I keep on stroking her head. Like trying to get a child to stop crying. “I know... thank you Kisinuma-kun.” Her voice is quiet. I can barely here it from below me. She’s spent this entire time with her face in my shirt, her head in my arms. I think she’s stopped crying but I can’t be sure. Suddenly she pulls away from me. I release her and she stares up into my face. “What is it, Shinozaki?” Her blue eyes are locked with mine, as if asking me something. But I’m an idiot so I need it in words, so I asked her instead. “Will you keep on helping me?” “Huh?” What does she mean? “I can’t move around much on my own anymore. I can’t go back to school either, and I don’t want to trouble my parents.” She’s trembling. Even though she pulled away from me her fingers are still holding onto my shirt. The knuckles on them have turned white from how hard she’s gripping it. “I can’t take care of myself anymore, and nobody remembers me.” “Your existence, haven’t you noticed? It has been erased, no eroded.” I only ate a small part of the Nirvana. That alone caused people to notice me less, sometimes outright ignore me. If that happened to Shinozaki while she couldn’t move, she wouldn’t be able to take care of herself. She might even starve to death because she couldn’t be seen by anyone, nor move to feed herself. I take the hands holding onto my shirt into mine and she grips them just as tightly she did my shirt. “Don’t worry about it, Shinozaki. It’s going to be okay.” I don’t feel embarrassed anymore. “I promised, a long time ago “no matter what happens” I’d protect you.” A long time ago, from the moment she was in danger. No, maybe even before that, somewhere in my subconscious. “... Thank you, Kishinuma-kun.” Suddenly my ability to feel embarrassed wakes up. I can feel my face heating up and end up letting go of one of her hands to scratch my head. Trying to distract myself I look to the side, at the bookshelves, anything except Shinozaki. “So... well yeah, y’know... Mhmm?!” My verbal flailing is cut off all of a sudden. My mouth is physically immobilized by a soft sensation. I fall backwards onto the bed, making the springs creak. Shinozaki’s on top of me. Her mouth breaks away from mine. She kissed me. I’m too surprised to understand it. “Kishinuma-kun...” I swallow. I can feel her weight on top of me, she’s soft, warm. The moonlight from the window surrounds her. She bends down, straddling me. Another kiss, my arms start reaching around her. I can smell the shampoo she uses. I can feel myself pressing up against her. “Shinozaki...” I push her back a little so I can look her in the eye. She smiles. “Kishinuma-kun... it’s alright.” Her right hand lightly caresses my cheek while the fingers on her left one weave between my own. She gets back up and shifts a little. She sits on my thighs. My head feels hot. The boiling blood rushing through it is frying away my reasoning. Heat fills my consciousness. I can feel her rub me lightly through the material of my pants. Chuckling, her right hand grabs hold of the zipper and pulls it down noisily. “! Shinozaki, wait!” I try to sit up but she swiftly pushes me back down. Her soft weight pins me down gently. “Kishinuma-kun...” She whispers lightly into my ear. It is a calming sound, like a cat’s purr. I can’t move. All my limbs have suddenly gone numb. I can only feel my heart beating faster and faster, its sound getting louder and louder in my ears. My eyes watch her hands as it snakes its way back down my chest as she sits up again. It circles around me before reaching under her skirt and moves something. She lets out a short gasp before getting onto her knees a little and then, slowly sits back down. Something soft pushes against the tip, my heart blasts out all other sounds from my ears. The soft pressure increases before suddenly wrapping around me. A warm wet feeling travels downwards before I hit something. It isn’t a barrier or membrane. More like a circle of flesh prongs hooking onto me. Suddenly she squeezes. I seize up. It feels like a bands of metal are wrapping around me, crushing me. “Shi... no... za... ki.” Grimacing I manage to call out to her between clenched teeth. It hurts. I manage to look up at her and a small smile plays upon her face. She bends down towards me. Her hair brushes against my chest and the pressure lessens somewhat. Gasping I realize I’d been holding my breath. Sweat begins to bead on my forehead. “It’s alright Kishinuma-kun. Relax.” Her right hand entwines itself with my own, mirroring her left. She sits back up and the pressure increases. This time each ring clenches in sequence, from the bottom to the top. I grit my teeth again and try not to make a sound. Gradually the pain dims. Each pulse is no longer painful but pleasing. The searing heat I felt is now a gentle warmth. My expression loosens a bit and Shinozaki smiles at me again. She squeezes me one last time before lifting herself up. The cold air of the room replaces her before she swallows me up again. “Kuh!” I grunt. My vision sparks even beneath my eyelids. Opening them up again I see my chest heaving. Breathing raggedly, I can only look up at her again. Her smiling face looks down at me and she begins to lift herself up again, slowly, gradually. “Nngh!” “Aha.” She exhales sweetly at the same timing of my grunt. Her mouth open in a wide smile. The rings pulse again, gripping tightly. The fleshy teeth I felt earlier bite down so hard a chill runs through body. I’m afraid they might break the skin for one moment. Her fingers squeeze my hands and leans forward again. Her mouth covers my own and her tongue explores my teeth and gums. Saliva begins to flow into my mouth and I choke once before swallowing deeply. The smell of soap floods my nostrils again and her hair gently brushes against my hot skin. Absorbing the sweat and sticking to it before pulling away as she broker the kiss. Her soft thighs lift her gently and my back arches as I feel her pulling me upwards. White and red overwrite the dark room, blinding me. She sits down again and I exhale heavily again before sucking another breath as she immediately begins to pull upwards. The slap of her against me echoes in the room as I can only squeeze her hands as she squeezes back. Finally one final wave of cold pulses over and I thrust once before collapsing. My sweating body begins to cool down. She continues squeezing me. The rings contract one after the other rhythmically as she leans forward again on my chest. An immense weariness washes over me blurring my sight, filling it with a dark haze. As my eye lids close I look up into Shinozaki’s face. She’s smiling, but... Her eyes... are black. ... ... ... ... ... My eyes blink open. I look at a ceiling I don’t recognize. “Ugh, huh?” I can’t move, I look down, there are ropes tying me down to the bed. Ropes wrapped around me and the bed. My arms are tied to the bed posts separate from my body. I tug on them a bit but all I can do is rattle the bed a little. My entire body feels tired, sore. *Creaaaaaaaaakkkkk The door at the end of the room opens. I crane my head to see over my chest. “You’re awake.” A man walks in, the same man I met two days ago. Edited by Zaion, January 3, 2015, 4:54 pm.
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