((Fumiyo Fujiyoshi continued from The Worst Game in History))
Fumiyo did not know how long it had been since she had left the classroom. She just walked toward the building off in the distance, her backpack on her back, and her regulation duffel bag slung over her left shoulder. Her right hand was at her side inside the bag, holding the nunchaku that had been supplied in the bag. She didn't feel hungry or thirsty, even. She just felt ... scared. The same thought that had been troubling her when she had left the school building was still in her head.
I don't want to die. Only when she leaned up against the wall of the clinic did she start thinking again, her attention drifting to her hand. She had forgotten that she was holding the nunchaku so tightly, or even that they were in her hand. She finally removed her hand from the bag, staring at the weapon she received.
How am I supposed to use this? Not that these weren't useful. But it was much easier to use a gun or a knife than these ... sticks. She sighed as she went around, looking for the door.
The White Knuckle Band
(Kazushi Niida continued from The Worst Game in History)
As he ran as fast as his feet could carry him, Kazushi kept thinking about the weapon that he just so happened to receive. A fork of all things. He was expecting knives, bats, guns or at least a hat. But a fork? How was he going to defend himself with a fork. Maybe there was a cliff he could throw himself off of... He couldn't think like that. Kazushi Niida wasn't a bright boy though - he couldn't come up with a master plan to fool an unsuspecting kid with a gun. About the only thing he could do just rush someone with a better weapon and hope for the best. Then again he knew who he was - a boy who was as jittery as a paint mixer. Somehow he didn't think he could brute force anyone.
Soon enough Kazushi ran out of breath. He sputtered to a halt, panting loudly, his hands gripping his knees for support. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to run your ass off right away and use up all of your energy. Then again Kazushi wasn't the kind of person who would think too far into things.
He lifted his head. There was a small building up ahead, a little cubbyhole to be exact. Kazushi tilted his head. Hell, it looked like he could house up in there for awhile! He smiled. Until he came upon a better weapon, maybe. He made his way closer, closer, until he realized he wasn't alone. There was a girl slumped up against the wall. Kazushi had seen her in school but he didn't know her name...
He gulped. He hadn't expected to run into someone so quickly. He didn't have to kill her... did he?
"Hey," he said meekly, his hand still clung to the fork hidden under his hand.
Should he kill her? All of the kids in this god-forsaken game were his enemy, so a girl like her would be just as dangerous as a burly jock! She didn't seem dangerous though. He bit his lip, take a few steps closer, his fork still hidden behind his hand.
As he ran as fast as his feet could carry him, Kazushi kept thinking about the weapon that he just so happened to receive. A fork of all things. He was expecting knives, bats, guns or at least a hat. But a fork? How was he going to defend himself with a fork. Maybe there was a cliff he could throw himself off of... He couldn't think like that. Kazushi Niida wasn't a bright boy though - he couldn't come up with a master plan to fool an unsuspecting kid with a gun. About the only thing he could do just rush someone with a better weapon and hope for the best. Then again he knew who he was - a boy who was as jittery as a paint mixer. Somehow he didn't think he could brute force anyone.
Soon enough Kazushi ran out of breath. He sputtered to a halt, panting loudly, his hands gripping his knees for support. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to run your ass off right away and use up all of your energy. Then again Kazushi wasn't the kind of person who would think too far into things.
He lifted his head. There was a small building up ahead, a little cubbyhole to be exact. Kazushi tilted his head. Hell, it looked like he could house up in there for awhile! He smiled. Until he came upon a better weapon, maybe. He made his way closer, closer, until he realized he wasn't alone. There was a girl slumped up against the wall. Kazushi had seen her in school but he didn't know her name...
He gulped. He hadn't expected to run into someone so quickly. He didn't have to kill her... did he?
"Hey," he said meekly, his hand still clung to the fork hidden under his hand.
Should he kill her? All of the kids in this god-forsaken game were his enemy, so a girl like her would be just as dangerous as a burly jock! She didn't seem dangerous though. He bit his lip, take a few steps closer, his fork still hidden behind his hand.
((Boy 07: Yoshitoki Kunibo continued from The Worst Game In History.))
Yoshitoki had been running for what he felt like had been forever. Not three or four short hours ago, they were all just kids. Happy go lucky kids, granted caught up in politics, but living their lives none the less. Now, they were slated to be murderers. Killers. Kill the kids they'd grown up with for the past decade and a half. Their friends... The people they'd considered a family.
It took a while for Yoshi to come out of shock. And when he did, he glanced at his surroundings. "Forest..." Nothing but forest as far as the eye could see. Where in the hell was he? He pretty much knew the map would be useless until either he saw a landmark, or a shore. He'd been running blind for almost an hour now. As his senses slowly returned to him, he dropped the issued day pack on the ground. He rummaged around through the bag, his hands pushing aside a couple of water bottles... Some other miscelaneous stuff... A Shamisen?!? This wasn't standard issue... Was this his weapon? Oh, that sick man. How could he be expected to survive with this?
Maybe that was the point. Maybe it wasn't actually random. It might have been, but this all seemed like someone was out to ruin his life faster than any of his classmates. Wait... Has anyone but... Shuya... The poor boy visibly shuddered, if there was anyone around to see it. Which for his sake, he hoped there wasn't. He dropped the awkward implement on the ground, zipping back up the bag. Something like a gun, something where he didn't have to kill someone so up close... He doubted he had it in him to kill anyone by beating them to death.
Another tear rolled down his cheek as his thoughts drifted to Noriko and Shinji. Were they still alive? He didn't know anything at all. Kamon had mentioned something about announcments, but damnded if he was paying ANY attention. He wondered if he'd ever see either of them again.
After a few more minutes of walking, Yoshitoki heard something rustling to his left. He jumped backwards, tightening the grip on the neck of the Shamisen, the strings tight enough to cut into his hand a little. He grimmaced witht the unexpected pain. "Just remember Yoshi..." He whispered out loud. "The kids aren't your enemy. It's that bastard and his soldiers." He knew he needed to go back to the school, but it was a danger zone. Did someone have explosives?
He crept towards the sound of the noise, watching a scene unfold. There was a boy, crouched just at the tree line, and a girl slumped against a building not 500 yards away from either of them. It almost looked like the boy was poised to attack her. There was no way, no one could be playing into this bullshit.
He flopped to the ground in defeat. If that boy, killed that girl, then he would try and grasp the fact that... That... What he wrote in the classroom would be 100% true.
Yoshitoki had been running for what he felt like had been forever. Not three or four short hours ago, they were all just kids. Happy go lucky kids, granted caught up in politics, but living their lives none the less. Now, they were slated to be murderers. Killers. Kill the kids they'd grown up with for the past decade and a half. Their friends... The people they'd considered a family.
It took a while for Yoshi to come out of shock. And when he did, he glanced at his surroundings. "Forest..." Nothing but forest as far as the eye could see. Where in the hell was he? He pretty much knew the map would be useless until either he saw a landmark, or a shore. He'd been running blind for almost an hour now. As his senses slowly returned to him, he dropped the issued day pack on the ground. He rummaged around through the bag, his hands pushing aside a couple of water bottles... Some other miscelaneous stuff... A Shamisen?!? This wasn't standard issue... Was this his weapon? Oh, that sick man. How could he be expected to survive with this?
Maybe that was the point. Maybe it wasn't actually random. It might have been, but this all seemed like someone was out to ruin his life faster than any of his classmates. Wait... Has anyone but... Shuya... The poor boy visibly shuddered, if there was anyone around to see it. Which for his sake, he hoped there wasn't. He dropped the awkward implement on the ground, zipping back up the bag. Something like a gun, something where he didn't have to kill someone so up close... He doubted he had it in him to kill anyone by beating them to death.
Another tear rolled down his cheek as his thoughts drifted to Noriko and Shinji. Were they still alive? He didn't know anything at all. Kamon had mentioned something about announcments, but damnded if he was paying ANY attention. He wondered if he'd ever see either of them again.
After a few more minutes of walking, Yoshitoki heard something rustling to his left. He jumped backwards, tightening the grip on the neck of the Shamisen, the strings tight enough to cut into his hand a little. He grimmaced witht the unexpected pain. "Just remember Yoshi..." He whispered out loud. "The kids aren't your enemy. It's that bastard and his soldiers." He knew he needed to go back to the school, but it was a danger zone. Did someone have explosives?
He crept towards the sound of the noise, watching a scene unfold. There was a boy, crouched just at the tree line, and a girl slumped against a building not 500 yards away from either of them. It almost looked like the boy was poised to attack her. There was no way, no one could be playing into this bullshit.
He flopped to the ground in defeat. If that boy, killed that girl, then he would try and grasp the fact that... That... What he wrote in the classroom would be 100% true.
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Fumiyo had just opened the door inside (which had thankfully been unlocked) and was about to enter into relative safety when somebody called out.
"Hey." Fumiyo turned as she stepped half in the door. Was it a friend? An enemy? She turned around, reflexively whipping her right hand out of her bag holding the nunchaku.
"Wh-who's there?" In the distance, she could only see someone in a uniform, crouching. The only thing she could tell was that it was a boy. "What do you want?" She couldn't help but show the paralyzing fear she was feeling through her voice.
"Hey." Fumiyo turned as she stepped half in the door. Was it a friend? An enemy? She turned around, reflexively whipping her right hand out of her bag holding the nunchaku.
"Wh-who's there?" In the distance, she could only see someone in a uniform, crouching. The only thing she could tell was that it was a boy. "What do you want?" She couldn't help but show the paralyzing fear she was feeling through her voice.
Fumiyo had turned her head and realized that someone else was watching, but Kazushii had blocked the rest of the world out of his head. To say that he cared little whether someone saw him do what was about to do would be an understatement. Kazushi had just come to a decision and he wasn't going to back down for even a second.
She was distracted. Now was his chance.
He knew that the fork was useless. Kazushi was slow but not stupid. There'd be no way he could kill anyone with a fork... but what if he managed to rip the weapon out of her hands so to speak? Yes, that'd be the only way. He had to that weapon in the only way he knew how - sheer force.
Kazushi leaped from his spot and rammed his shoulder into her chest. He was sure that the hit would land and the girl would be sent to the floor. She did hit the ground with no fuss. Kazushi threw himself ontop of her, forcing her down for good. He gripped his fork, hoping for his luck not to run out and sent the fork straight into her neck. A mess, yes, but this wasn't the time for Kazushi to be a big baby. Kazushi was going to be a man and kill a poor defenseless girl with a dining utensil.
She was distracted. Now was his chance.
He knew that the fork was useless. Kazushi was slow but not stupid. There'd be no way he could kill anyone with a fork... but what if he managed to rip the weapon out of her hands so to speak? Yes, that'd be the only way. He had to that weapon in the only way he knew how - sheer force.
Kazushi leaped from his spot and rammed his shoulder into her chest. He was sure that the hit would land and the girl would be sent to the floor. She did hit the ground with no fuss. Kazushi threw himself ontop of her, forcing her down for good. He gripped his fork, hoping for his luck not to run out and sent the fork straight into her neck. A mess, yes, but this wasn't the time for Kazushi to be a big baby. Kazushi was going to be a man and kill a poor defenseless girl with a dining utensil.
Yoshi was in shock, for the second time in less than half a day. He was actually watching his classmates kill each other. On some level, his sub-conscious was clinging to the prayer that none of his friends would play into this. That Shuya's display of bravery would inspire others to not play into this sadistic, terrifying program. But that small ray of hope completely evaporated as he saw who he thought was Kazushi ramming his shoulder into someone... A girl. He had no idea who it was. He didn't care. That girl had done nothing to provoke the attack.
Maybe he's lost his mind? I can't say I'd be surprised. He lept forward, trying to keep his mind on the task at hand. He wanted to save her. What if it was Noriko? What if he was wrong about the victim being a female, and it was Shinji? He had promised that he would avenge Shuya, and that meant the three of them escaping alive. He didn't intent to kill the attacker, just knock him out of commission. At least long enough to assess what was happening, why he attacked.
He closed that 500 yards in what felt like a lifetime. His mind focused on literally everything but what it actually needed to, the act of bashing an instrument over a classmate's head. What if she pointed a gun at him without me seeing? His mind did almost everything it could to try and talk him out of his current course of action. He couldn't do what he was about to do, but he had to. Some of the excuses he was hearing were absolutely terrible. What if I'm the insane one, and that was a hug?
The moment of truth.
He yelled, and swung the string instrument down, aiming for Kazushi's head. "Please forgive me..."
Maybe he's lost his mind? I can't say I'd be surprised. He lept forward, trying to keep his mind on the task at hand. He wanted to save her. What if it was Noriko? What if he was wrong about the victim being a female, and it was Shinji? He had promised that he would avenge Shuya, and that meant the three of them escaping alive. He didn't intent to kill the attacker, just knock him out of commission. At least long enough to assess what was happening, why he attacked.
He closed that 500 yards in what felt like a lifetime. His mind focused on literally everything but what it actually needed to, the act of bashing an instrument over a classmate's head. What if she pointed a gun at him without me seeing? His mind did almost everything it could to try and talk him out of his current course of action. He couldn't do what he was about to do, but he had to. Some of the excuses he was hearing were absolutely terrible. What if I'm the insane one, and that was a hug?
The moment of truth.
He yelled, and swung the string instrument down, aiming for Kazushi's head. "Please forgive me..."
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For a second, Fumiyo thought that she had overreacted, and that maybe the guy had just been a little scared. Then he charged at her with the force of what seemed to be a sumo wrestler (even though Kazushi Niida was only of average weight and above-average strangth, Fumiyo was a nurse's aide, not an athlete. He might as well have been a truck), knocking her down to the ground, stunning her momentarily as he dove on top of her, preventing her from getting up.
What the ... who was that? She didn't have time to figure out who it was, though, as she felt a sharp pain in her neck from Kazushi's supplied fork, although she didn't realize that. As her vision cleared, she noticed somebody else come up from behind her attacker, swinging what seemed to be a banjo onto his head. Instinctively, Fumiyo did the only thing she could: with her right hand, she swung as hard as she could at Kazushi's head with the nunchaku, hoping that it would get him off her and allow for a quick getaway. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thanked the person with the banjo.
What the ... who was that? She didn't have time to figure out who it was, though, as she felt a sharp pain in her neck from Kazushi's supplied fork, although she didn't realize that. As her vision cleared, she noticed somebody else come up from behind her attacker, swinging what seemed to be a banjo onto his head. Instinctively, Fumiyo did the only thing she could: with her right hand, she swung as hard as she could at Kazushi's head with the nunchaku, hoping that it would get him off her and allow for a quick getaway. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thanked the person with the banjo.
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It was naive for Kazushi Niida to think that killing Fumiyo was going to be an easy task. A quick motion, a little cleanup, that was what Kazushi had thought it would be. The act would have been simple, had Yoshitoki Kunibo not jumped in and whacked him on the back of his head with a instrument. The blow to the head made him gasp like a small child, a few tears rushing out of his eyes. He slumped forward, losing his balance on his victim. Kazushi let go of the fork and went up to rub his head, distracted now by the man behind him. This was the time where Fumiyo decided to attack too. Kazushi noticed her lift her hand, nunchaku held fiercely. He was scared and felt ready to just jump up and run. But before he could ever think to do that... Kazushi grew mad. Very mad. What the hell was this little fucker doing here? Interrupting him! The nerve!
That's it.
The piercing blaring in his ears did not deter Kazushi as he managed to catch the nunchaku. The world was spinning but he had seen the attack coming from a mile away. The nunchaku collided with his hand, making him grunt in pain, but it didn't deter him. He gripped the end of the nunchaku and with all of his might ripped it out of her hand. The adrenaline coursing through his veins were controlling him, and before Yoshi could even lift his weapon up a second time Kazushi swung the nunchaku right for his face. It was long enough to hit the boy squarely on the nose, though if Yoshi wanted he could just dodge it. Kazushi didn't care - if only to get him away long enough. Tears were pouring down his face, his teeth gritting in rage.
"What the fuck man?!" He cried, gripping the Nunchaku fiercely. Like some caged animal that had just broken out, Kazushi returned to Fumiyo, his eyes wide as he began to whack her with the weapon. Her weapon. Over and over. He let out a loud howl like a rabid dog as he bashed the innocent girl over and over with no mercy. No end in sight until she stopped moving. Until she stopped breathing.
It was naive for Kazushi Niida to think that killing Fumiyo was going to be an easy task. A quick motion, a little cleanup, that was what Kazushi had thought it would be. The act would have been simple, had Yoshitoki Kunibo not jumped in and whacked him on the back of his head with a instrument. The blow to the head made him gasp like a small child, a few tears rushing out of his eyes. He slumped forward, losing his balance on his victim. Kazushi let go of the fork and went up to rub his head, distracted now by the man behind him. This was the time where Fumiyo decided to attack too. Kazushi noticed her lift her hand, nunchaku held fiercely. He was scared and felt ready to just jump up and run. But before he could ever think to do that... Kazushi grew mad. Very mad. What the hell was this little fucker doing here? Interrupting him! The nerve!
That's it.
The piercing blaring in his ears did not deter Kazushi as he managed to catch the nunchaku. The world was spinning but he had seen the attack coming from a mile away. The nunchaku collided with his hand, making him grunt in pain, but it didn't deter him. He gripped the end of the nunchaku and with all of his might ripped it out of her hand. The adrenaline coursing through his veins were controlling him, and before Yoshi could even lift his weapon up a second time Kazushi swung the nunchaku right for his face. It was long enough to hit the boy squarely on the nose, though if Yoshi wanted he could just dodge it. Kazushi didn't care - if only to get him away long enough. Tears were pouring down his face, his teeth gritting in rage.
"What the fuck man?!" He cried, gripping the Nunchaku fiercely. Like some caged animal that had just broken out, Kazushi returned to Fumiyo, his eyes wide as he began to whack her with the weapon. Her weapon. Over and over. He let out a loud howl like a rabid dog as he bashed the innocent girl over and over with no mercy. No end in sight until she stopped moving. Until she stopped breathing.
((Sorry this took so long. I had three finals yesterday to deal with though.))
He watched the boy fall off of his victim, a shiny, blood coated silver object falling to the ground in the dark. He had assumed the boy would act like a scared animal and run away. It was hard enough to have even swung the shamisen once. He really didn't want anyone to day... He glanced up.
Kazushi. Kazushi had just assaulted someone without any provocation! There was no way this was really happening... He let his arm relax as his eyes went wide. Run away... Please run away...
What the fuck man?!"
Kazushi almost sounded offended! What could have been going through his head? "You were trying to kill her, that's what..." Too late. He was already on top of her again, beating her senseless with her own weapon. There was no reason for this... She was trying to defend herself. Everything in his mind was trying to rationalize another strike... He knew he was the only thing standing between her and her death. Nothing. His grip on the Shamisen loosened as he watched her begin to scream out, a fleck of blood spraying against the clinic, shimmering in the moonlight. He felt his thoughts slipping away from him. It was only a split second, but the flashback, what he thought was the first sign of his inevitable loss of sanity, felt like the entire thing.
He saw Shuya. He heard a loud bang, and watched his friend fall again. The constant hell... He'd never escape this. He felt the white hot tears falling down his cheeks... He felt almost warm. The background began to fade out... Into blackness. The was nothing but him, and the corpse of Shuya. He felt his hand tighten, and a sharp pain run through it as the strings of the Shamisen cut into his soft flesh for the second time. There was suddenly red. Anger. He watched his own handwriting slide over the small vision he was having. 'I will avenge Shuya Nanahara.' This isn't what Shuya would have wanted! Shuya would have been fighting to protect people who weren't playing the game... He had to... He...
He swung the shamisen from the ground, the back end of the weapon, flying up to connect with the base of Kasushi's skull. He just hoped to himself that the girl he was saving wasn't playing the game as well... He prayed he was right. There was a soft warm trickling feeling down his wrist... Probably his own blood. He didn't care.
He watched the boy fall off of his victim, a shiny, blood coated silver object falling to the ground in the dark. He had assumed the boy would act like a scared animal and run away. It was hard enough to have even swung the shamisen once. He really didn't want anyone to day... He glanced up.
Kazushi. Kazushi had just assaulted someone without any provocation! There was no way this was really happening... He let his arm relax as his eyes went wide. Run away... Please run away...
What the fuck man?!"
Kazushi almost sounded offended! What could have been going through his head? "You were trying to kill her, that's what..." Too late. He was already on top of her again, beating her senseless with her own weapon. There was no reason for this... She was trying to defend herself. Everything in his mind was trying to rationalize another strike... He knew he was the only thing standing between her and her death. Nothing. His grip on the Shamisen loosened as he watched her begin to scream out, a fleck of blood spraying against the clinic, shimmering in the moonlight. He felt his thoughts slipping away from him. It was only a split second, but the flashback, what he thought was the first sign of his inevitable loss of sanity, felt like the entire thing.
He saw Shuya. He heard a loud bang, and watched his friend fall again. The constant hell... He'd never escape this. He felt the white hot tears falling down his cheeks... He felt almost warm. The background began to fade out... Into blackness. The was nothing but him, and the corpse of Shuya. He felt his hand tighten, and a sharp pain run through it as the strings of the Shamisen cut into his soft flesh for the second time. There was suddenly red. Anger. He watched his own handwriting slide over the small vision he was having. 'I will avenge Shuya Nanahara.' This isn't what Shuya would have wanted! Shuya would have been fighting to protect people who weren't playing the game... He had to... He...
He swung the shamisen from the ground, the back end of the weapon, flying up to connect with the base of Kasushi's skull. He just hoped to himself that the girl he was saving wasn't playing the game as well... He prayed he was right. There was a soft warm trickling feeling down his wrist... Probably his own blood. He didn't care.
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While it was unexpected, Fumiyo was a little grateful that somebody had stepped in to help her. Said feeling was short lived, however, as rather than strike him in the head, he caught it in his hand, pulling as hard as he could, easily taking the weapon out of her hand. As Kazushi turned around, Fumiyo attempted to crawl away, but to no avail. After a couple seconds, Kazushi was back on top of her, swinging the nunchacku at her head, repeatedly connecting in spite of Fumiyo raising her hands in front of her face. She screamed as her weapon broke her nose...
No! Cracked her jaw ...
I don't want to die. She finally stopped screaming when the nunchaku hit her in the forehead, knocking her unconscious, but her brain still went on for about thirty seconds. Snippets of the past day came back to her: meeting her friends, boarding the bus, hanging out with them only a few hours ago, then waking up, watching Shuya die, leaving the classroom. As her brain finally shut down, two final words came into her head:
Not now ...
Ninth Grade/Class B - Girl #18: FUMIYO FUJIYOSHI: ELIMINATED
37 STUDENTS REMAINING
No! Cracked her jaw ...
I don't want to die. She finally stopped screaming when the nunchaku hit her in the forehead, knocking her unconscious, but her brain still went on for about thirty seconds. Snippets of the past day came back to her: meeting her friends, boarding the bus, hanging out with them only a few hours ago, then waking up, watching Shuya die, leaving the classroom. As her brain finally shut down, two final words came into her head:
Not now ...
Ninth Grade/Class B - Girl #18: FUMIYO FUJIYOSHI: ELIMINATED
37 STUDENTS REMAINING
Kazushi Niida had just bashed the innocent, poor Fumiyo Fujiyoshi to death. And while many of his emotions were focused in on how sick he was, how disgusted he felt about stooping this low, the feeling that surprised him was that of pure joy. Satisfaction. It wasn't of killing, oh no no, Kazushi felt guilty. It was of how easy it was to kill someone. Up to here he had imagined killing would be difficult. All it took was determination and the ability to block off any hesitation.
The boy almost felt a smile cross his face as he continued to beat the already dead Fumiyo over and over. He was speckled with blood, his hair covering his eyes.
And then when he was hit again. The way that Yoshi swung his weapon was rather unusual, and it certainly didn't feel like Kazushi had been hit in the head again. It felt worse. The hit to the base of the skull was unlike anything he had ever felt before - it did not hurt him so much as it splatter his brain from the inside. His whole body went numb and he fumbled forward face first onto the corpse of his first victim. One would think that a hit like that could kill a man, much less knock him out.
Yet Kazushi somehow managed to pull himself together. The world was spinning and he felt like he was ready to vomit but he got up and held the nunchaku. Something was running down the back of his neck, blood most likely, but Kazushi didn't care. There was only one thought running through his mind. One thing that kept him spinning. He had just stolen someone's weapon and beat them to death with it.
Kazushi laughed. Not in the way where he found something to be especially humorous like the expression Yoshitoku Kuninobu had expanded across his whole face. It was the butterflies that flew into his chest just after he realized Fumiyo was dead. They were congratulating him, cheering him on! They were urging him to kill again and he was only too happy to please. So he laughed. And he laughed. His laugh sounded almost crazed like Kazushi had lost every fiber of sanity inside him! He wanted to intimidate Yoshi, but since his head felt light the laugh had come out all wrong.
This was when he lunged at Yoshitoku.
There was no planning. No tricks. The weapon was still high up in the air from the last attack and while Kazushi reflexively moved his open arm to try and block another swing, it was clear that Kazushi was playing totally offense. He swung the nunchaku with his right hand, flinging it directly at the side of Yoshi's head with all his might. He hoped that it landed. If he could kill two people today, let their bodies lay sprawled all over the floor, then he would be happy. Two less enemies to be concerned about.
The boy almost felt a smile cross his face as he continued to beat the already dead Fumiyo over and over. He was speckled with blood, his hair covering his eyes.
And then when he was hit again. The way that Yoshi swung his weapon was rather unusual, and it certainly didn't feel like Kazushi had been hit in the head again. It felt worse. The hit to the base of the skull was unlike anything he had ever felt before - it did not hurt him so much as it splatter his brain from the inside. His whole body went numb and he fumbled forward face first onto the corpse of his first victim. One would think that a hit like that could kill a man, much less knock him out.
Yet Kazushi somehow managed to pull himself together. The world was spinning and he felt like he was ready to vomit but he got up and held the nunchaku. Something was running down the back of his neck, blood most likely, but Kazushi didn't care. There was only one thought running through his mind. One thing that kept him spinning. He had just stolen someone's weapon and beat them to death with it.
Kazushi laughed. Not in the way where he found something to be especially humorous like the expression Yoshitoku Kuninobu had expanded across his whole face. It was the butterflies that flew into his chest just after he realized Fumiyo was dead. They were congratulating him, cheering him on! They were urging him to kill again and he was only too happy to please. So he laughed. And he laughed. His laugh sounded almost crazed like Kazushi had lost every fiber of sanity inside him! He wanted to intimidate Yoshi, but since his head felt light the laugh had come out all wrong.
This was when he lunged at Yoshitoku.
There was no planning. No tricks. The weapon was still high up in the air from the last attack and while Kazushi reflexively moved his open arm to try and block another swing, it was clear that Kazushi was playing totally offense. He swung the nunchaku with his right hand, flinging it directly at the side of Yoshi's head with all his might. He hoped that it landed. If he could kill two people today, let their bodies lay sprawled all over the floor, then he would be happy. Two less enemies to be concerned about.
Yoshitoki had his eyes closed. He still felt the instrument rattling in his hand. It almost felt lighter in a way. He thought to himself that he must have broken something at the end of the instrument. It wasn't exactly designed for fighting, it was made of wood. He took a quick step back and looked up, his eyes cracking open just in time to see the wooden martial arts weapon flying towards him. Shit.
There was a sharp crack as the wood bashed into his cheek, and the taste of blood began to pool in his cheek. He knew that was a hard hit, but he wasn't sure how bad... No time to worry about that now. He raised the Shamisen up, and as he did, he felt the weapon lurch. He glanced down momentarily to notice that the base of the stringed instrument was now only hanging by the strings. The thing really was not meant for combat. He was at a severe disadvantage. He didn't want to kill Kazushi anyways. He knew Kazushi. He couldn't kill someone...
He lurched back, and held the neck of the weapon up defensively, like he'd seen on TV the few opportunities he had ever gotten to see it. The wooden base dangled sadly below, almost like a flail. Hit him one more time... And flee when the opportunity arises. You can do this Yoshi.. He lunged forward, trying to whip the base of the instrument to bask across his classmate's head. He hoped it would be enough to stun the boy so that he could flee. He couldn't die. But he couldn't kill. He needed to get away...
"Run..." The only thing that he could make go through his frail psyche right now.
There was a sharp crack as the wood bashed into his cheek, and the taste of blood began to pool in his cheek. He knew that was a hard hit, but he wasn't sure how bad... No time to worry about that now. He raised the Shamisen up, and as he did, he felt the weapon lurch. He glanced down momentarily to notice that the base of the stringed instrument was now only hanging by the strings. The thing really was not meant for combat. He was at a severe disadvantage. He didn't want to kill Kazushi anyways. He knew Kazushi. He couldn't kill someone...
He lurched back, and held the neck of the weapon up defensively, like he'd seen on TV the few opportunities he had ever gotten to see it. The wooden base dangled sadly below, almost like a flail. Hit him one more time... And flee when the opportunity arises. You can do this Yoshi.. He lunged forward, trying to whip the base of the instrument to bask across his classmate's head. He hoped it would be enough to stun the boy so that he could flee. He couldn't die. But he couldn't kill. He needed to get away...
"Run..." The only thing that he could make go through his frail psyche right now.
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(Sorry about that! Here you go T-Fox!)
Kazushi Niida's head was numb. It didn't take a physicist to realize this - after all he had taken several blows to the head in the span of five long agonizing minutes. The adrenaline in his veins was the only thing keeping him upright and even then it wasn't going to be enough. He was going to crash. Crash hard once he was done with Yoshitoki. Once he killed that slippery son-of-a-bitch.
Had he been lighter on his toes, Kazushi would have seen Yoshitoki flat-out blocking his hit and counter attacking. Maybe he could have jumped out of the way and saved himself. But that instrument hit him again, this time with a loud crack. All the adrenaline in the world couldn't have saved Kazushi.
"Ahhh!"
The boy spun on his heels, the nunchaku wrapping itself around his neck as he fell face forward onto the floor. His legs lifted off the ground but fell limply to the floor as well. All the life went out of him. He was out, cold. No more attacking. Nothing.
(Kazushi Niida continued elsewhere...)
Kazushi Niida's head was numb. It didn't take a physicist to realize this - after all he had taken several blows to the head in the span of five long agonizing minutes. The adrenaline in his veins was the only thing keeping him upright and even then it wasn't going to be enough. He was going to crash. Crash hard once he was done with Yoshitoki. Once he killed that slippery son-of-a-bitch.
Had he been lighter on his toes, Kazushi would have seen Yoshitoki flat-out blocking his hit and counter attacking. Maybe he could have jumped out of the way and saved himself. But that instrument hit him again, this time with a loud crack. All the adrenaline in the world couldn't have saved Kazushi.
"Ahhh!"
The boy spun on his heels, the nunchaku wrapping itself around his neck as he fell face forward onto the floor. His legs lifted off the ground but fell limply to the floor as well. All the life went out of him. He was out, cold. No more attacking. Nothing.
(Kazushi Niida continued elsewhere...)
Yoshitoki watched the end of the weapon connect to the back of Kazushi's skull. He watched pretty much the entire body of the instrument explode on contact. He was essentially weaponless, sans a big pointy stick. The cracking noise across the back of his peer's skull was nothing short of purely sickening. He watched Kazushi writhe in pain.
"Ahhh!"
The boy spun and dropped. And for a split second, all was calm. It took Yoshitoki a moment to make the suppossed realization. "Shit... Shit no, no, no, no, no... I couldn't have killed him! He can't be dead! NO!" Yoshitoki was visibly shaking as he stared at the lifeless 'corpse' on the ground. In his clouded mind, there was no way that he could process or even comprehend the fairly obvious signs that Kazushi was still indeed amongst the living. Hell, that swing may have knocked some sense into him. But not from Yoshitoki's perspective. "I'm a murderer!" He spun on his heels, leaving what was left of the destroyed weapon at the site. In some form of macarbe comical fashion, the neck of the instrument fell from his hands, the bottom of it where it used to connect to the head, landing on his classmate's chest. If anyone were to look at the scene, Kazushi would look like some sort of gruesome marrionette.
Yoshitoki, for the second time that day, ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Not out of fear this time. No. Out of guilt.
((Boy 07: Yoshitoki Kunibo continued elsewhere.))
"Ahhh!"
The boy spun and dropped. And for a split second, all was calm. It took Yoshitoki a moment to make the suppossed realization. "Shit... Shit no, no, no, no, no... I couldn't have killed him! He can't be dead! NO!" Yoshitoki was visibly shaking as he stared at the lifeless 'corpse' on the ground. In his clouded mind, there was no way that he could process or even comprehend the fairly obvious signs that Kazushi was still indeed amongst the living. Hell, that swing may have knocked some sense into him. But not from Yoshitoki's perspective. "I'm a murderer!" He spun on his heels, leaving what was left of the destroyed weapon at the site. In some form of macarbe comical fashion, the neck of the instrument fell from his hands, the bottom of it where it used to connect to the head, landing on his classmate's chest. If anyone were to look at the scene, Kazushi would look like some sort of gruesome marrionette.
Yoshitoki, for the second time that day, ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Not out of fear this time. No. Out of guilt.
((Boy 07: Yoshitoki Kunibo continued elsewhere.))
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