Pretend I'm not writing this on an exam week.
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Like a Paper
Chapter 2: Bevel
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Yukari saw herself being taken to a small, well-kept house in a pretty neat outskirt area. She intended to ask whether if this was his house or not, but chose against it since she didn't want him to even hear her voice. The girl was wary. This boy could be an axe-murderer and she wouldn't know. She planned an escape strategy although she would have to render him immobile for it to success. She looked around for any sharp things to be used as a weapon and was grateful to God as near the corner of what seemingly a living room, there placed a baseball bat. She walked to it and sat on a wooden seat beside her desired item just in case.
Out of the blue, she noticed that neither of them had spoken a word since a half hour ago.
"You really look awful." Minato said, gazing her bleeding self. He was in no great condition either, but at least noticeably better than her.
Yukari furrowed her eyebrows, wasn't he look awful, too? Look at his hands where the blood had dried visibly; she wouldn't say that not awful. "I don't want to hear that from you." She spat, but inside, she suddenly became self-conscious and touched her shoulder-length hair. She couldn't be that ugly, right? Immediately looking to the window beside her, she was met by her reflection. The girl let out a long, exasperated sigh. For once, evil-me, don't make me suicidal. Her reflection stared her down for a few seconds, before bursting out a maniacal laugh and produced blood from its eyes, hands violently pulling out its hair. "Stop," she shakily said to the mirror.
It didn't stop. It kept killing itself in order to simply piss her off. It seemed to take gratified pleasure in doing so. Yukari watched in horror as it die, and die, and die, and die, and di-
Crash!
The window shattered into million pieces, leaving Yukari's hands, once again, bleeding viciously because she punched the thin glass without much thought. She gaped for air –at least, it's stopped now- and suddenly became conscious of the existence of another person in the room. Minato saw it all with mildly uninterested eyes, he knew the girl would do stupid things, and destroying a stranger's windows wasn't excluded from the list. The blue haired boy raised one of his eyebrows, waiting for whatever it was that the seemingly mentally unstable girl would utter.
"…I didn't mean to-"
Minato's chuckle cut her off. How funny could the situation be? "Look at what you have done, kid, I'm sure you meant to." As if to voice its own fury at the window-punching culprit, the last remaining cracked glass on the frame fell loudly. Yukari decided against the idea of protesting being called a kid –he was no older than her himself, for what she could see- that looking intently at the floor so deep in embarrassment and self-pity was a good idea. "Well, Mitsuru will probably kill me."
Five minutes of suspenseful silence later, Yukari was no longer drowning in self-pity and instead hated the guy who technically just saved her. It couldn't pass her mind as to how he accepted his death. Had he really died or he was just messing with her? Why was it only her reflection which kept dying at her sight and not his too? When would this over? What sin had she done to deserve this curse? Whose fault was this?
Her inability to answer her own questions suffocated her. She averted her eyes to Minato, who was taking a sip of his cold tea, with a look that if looks could kill he would be dead thrice. He frowned at the murderous glare, "Is there any problem?" Being on the cover of a newspaper for teenage-mysterious-death was not on his plan in the next five to more years.
Oh, there were sure as hell problems, young man. "Yes." What is this place? Why are you taking me here? Who else lives here? Are you a kidnapper? Why are you sitting so far away from me, are you hiding something behind your back? What are you gonna do to me? "Yes, there are."
"Spill."
Yukari clicked her tongue in annoyance, were his words expensive or what? "There's a lot I want to ask," she admitted, touching the baseball bat softly, ambiguously. "But, first of all, tell me why you are helping me." She demanded guardedly. "Depending on the answer, I'll either flee or escape in a minute."
She realized both flee and escape meant the same; but whatever, she was practically kidnapped and correcting grammar was never her hobby.
"Honestly," the boy started, "I don't even know." He admitted incredulously, not looking at her gawking face. "You looked awful –you still do- you could just murder some random people on the street and I couldn't care less. I just wanted to… I don't know."
So, according to him, could you guess who the insane one was?
"And I thought maybe you can be of some use for us."
Well, that's very legit, she'd say. Wait… "Us?" Yukari saw him opened his mouth to mutter some, she was sure, unbelievable facts about the human-slaving bastard the he maybe was. "S-So that's true all along! You're going to sell me to some stupid Japanese slave industry and party with your despicable friends, am I wrong?!"
Minato stared at her in disbelief. What the hell. "Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not wrong! I know kids like you who make yourselves look innocent and cute and whatever that's going to make the adults melt and give you what you want and you're going to stab them in the back." She said in a single breath. To say the girl was frantic would be a serious understatement. "You've taken the wrong opponent, son." At this point, Yukari no longer cared if she sounded like some ridiculous pervert; she took the baseball bat, it was surprisingly heavy she stumbled a little. Or she was just weak. The brunette swung it at him fiercely, she was half scared that the boy's head would be flying but she couldn't stop now; not when her life was in danger. "It won't work on me, asshole!"
The boy ducked and, expectedly, the bat slipped off her fingers and flew to the TV beautifully. It hit the big screen just right in the middle, breaking it in half like a shark attacked it. "Ah, shit!" He cursed. "Mitsuru will definitely kill me!" He emphasized every word as if his life depended on it –which, it was. "Quick, help me throw this outside!"
"No," refused the girl as she walked to a door she assumed to be the bathroom selfishly.
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Yukari drowned herself in the bubbly and warm water. "Ahh." She exclaimed subconsciously. She really liked it. How long had it been since the last time she had taken a bath? More than a week, she supposed. It was hard enough to take her mind off people's roses, let alone thinking of showering herself in bubbly and warm waters.
It was weird; to take a bath in a random person she just met a few hours ago. It was also weird, to avoid looking too long into the water. It might reflect her there and she was not in the mood to deal with one of her own deaths, even though it was not real. Her deaths rubbed off on her mentality, it would seem. Say, person, what kind of normal girl would refuse to enjoy the luxury of taking an hour of self-coddling time with soaps, scrubs, and shampoos? The brunette would like to refer to herself as a normal girl, but her latest action couldn't seem to tangibly contribute to her wish.
"Shit!" She heard the stupid, annoying voice cussed outside.
Yukari didn't give two damns about it, meekly sighed in contentedness and sunk herself even more into the bathtub. Funny how she forgot her love of taking baths. She blamed it all onto the circumstance; were it not for them, she'd be sleeping soundly on her adored bed –which was now burnt, thanks, fate. After a full moment of putting the guilt to kismet and her damned bad luck, she tried to hear what the rustle outside the lavatory was about. That lousy Minato boy wouldn't try anything not even funny as to bark in the bathroom now, would he? She made a face at herself for remembering his name.
Her attention shifted for a second to her water. It was no longer creamy with soap, it was now red with her blood.
"I need to get rid of this irrational hatred towards him." The girl announced in a low murmur as she stole a reassuring glance to the baseball bat she had taken into the bathroom. Just in case.
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As soon as Yukari walked out the bathroom, a small mirror was literally shoved into her face, making the girl yelp in surprise. "Oh, God! What's your problem?" Actually, the event itself didn't irritate her as much as the fact that she was thankful that she HAD dressed.
"Check out your reflection, does it still die?" Minato said, shoving the piece of mirror even deeper. As a matter of fact, it still died; within the last ten seconds, Yukari managed to watch one painful death of her mirror image. She twitched at it biting its own tongue. Wouldn't, in her damned life, she'd afford to die like that. Not in blazing hell. It was about to start collecting itself again when she waved aside his hand in surrender, she lost the hope in finding normalcy in this boy in front of her. Also the chance of getting rid of her now rational hatred towards him.
That did it. The brunette put two and two together. She put a loving smile on her pretty face, took her proclaimed baseball bat, and went to the front door.
"Wait, where are you going?"
Away from your crazed ass, sucker. "I still have fifteen kids to feed, monsieur." She lied of course; the depressed, mad boy would believe her anyway, right? "The case of Apathy Syndrome is spreading fast, sir, as a president leading the group of getting rid of it, I have to go save the world from the hands of evil." Pshew, she mused to herself, it was cliché as heck. Then, gracefully, she walked to the door, only for it to be opened by a flaming red haired girl.
Oh? A friend of his? Was she insane, too? "Please excuse me." Yukari muttered as she slipped off the door, only for her to be blocked by an old man.
Actually, his hair was white but he looked as young as the red hair nonetheless. "Not so fast, missus." The guy said as he held her arm, preventing her to walk to the door. Yukari exhaled through her nose and thought of biting the muscular arm off and make a run for it. But she concluded it was a mission impossible, since there would be three teenagers who had lost their reasons. Then she remembered a point.
"Are you Mitsuru, ma'am?" She questioned politely despite the seemingly short age gap between them –she was probably older by a year or two from Yukari. "I witnessed that guy over there," she pointed to Minato, who was busy thinking of ways to make the girl stop blabbering her mouth, "has broken your TV. And he said some monster named Mitsuru will kill him."
If Minato were an impolite kid, he would say 'damn cunning bitch' at a time like this. He was glad he was a controllable kid, even though, in all ends you'd see it, you'd realize that his life was in danger.
The red head shifted her focus to said guy. "What about me killing you?" Mitsuru's voice brought chill down Minato's spine. He could already see a garden of cosmos in his head. She diverted her eyes to Yukari again, and was about to ask who she was in the first place when her deep, reddish grey eyes averted themselves to the broken television behind Minato. Mitsuru decided to overlook the stranger inside her house, to stab vicious glares into Minato's head. "Tell me, Minato Arisato." She demanded in her cold, cold voice, even Yukari suddenly felt eerie.
A gulp. "Y-Yes?"
"Tell me one reason why I should not murder you in cold blood now."
All the while the confused brunette just stood there, weighing the idea should she volunteer herself in the crime or not.
She fell on a wise verdict to turn tail as far and fast as possible. If there were going to be a murder, she'd always gladly choose to not get involved in the blood-splattering commotion that was about to happen. She felt bad for Minato –she appreciated the loaning of the bath, really- but she fancied her life enough to know what danger meant.
She made a bolt for the door, it was the only boundary. After she went through past it, she hopped on the short stairs in joy. "Good bye, Minato, it was fun while it lasted!"
A second later, she tripped over a sleeping dog and kissed the stairs hard, almost killing herself in the process were it not for the dog pushing her aside, saving her ass. There was a freaking axe beside the dog. Just what, in the name of Deus, was wrong with this house?
She stared at the dog in disbelief; firstly, she almost ripped her face in half by accident; secondly, she was saved by a dog.
Thirdly, a bulky guy appeared behind the dog, hovering over her sprawled self on the ground. Yukari saw his face and was instantly convinced she was in a big, bloody mess.
She gulped in fear, needless to say, seemed like her life didn't fancy her enough to not have the blood splattered on her nevertheless.
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There goes chapter two. Also, I want to thank LastDragonBorn and larlz for noticing the existence of this weird fiction I've somehow chosen to post. Thank you, at least now I know someone actually read this :)
Anyone likes Devil Survivor 2, too?
So, kind readers, any thought?
03/25/2016 ~NollyLvn