Naomi and Seiko. It was obvious they were close. Although one seemed to look at the other in a more intimidating way. Seiko had her interest set on her companion. However Naomi, judging by Seiko's chat of a boy named Satoshi, had her heart elsewhere.
I hated seeing these love scenarios play out. They always seemed to lead toward more angst and misery.
Sachiko, however, absolutely adored these moments. To her, they were excellent ways of ensuring more agony and suffering. They were key opportunities to make her victims squirm before splatting them to damnation. It always went the way the psychotic elementary kid wanted it to go. No questions asked.
Right now, I leaned beside the door to the infirmary where dearest Naomi was left behind so Seiko could search on for some other lost child. A sister of some sort, apparently related to Naomi's crush, Satoshi. While listening to the panicking screams of Naomi encountering that satanic child's mother, I wondered randomly just how this Satoshi looked. Was he handsome? Naomi was actually really pretty. I bet he was good looking. Was he aware of her feelings? Does he feel the same? I'd hope so, but it's best not to have romantic attachments in a place like this.
I sighed, hearing the sound of nails scratching deliriously on wood. Hair was being ripped away and I knew Sachiko was having the time of her life traumatizing the girl.
Did I like anyone? Was there a boy I ever had feelings for?
I shook my head, clearing myself of these absurd curiosities. What did it matter, anyway?
The screams continued. For a moment I just stay there, motionless, trying to steer away from the door to search for Seiko. How was she holding up? But before I could do such a thing, an odd emotion washed over me and I stared at the door, blocked from the inside. I could sense the paralyzing fear leaking through the wooden frame. And it didn't exactly hurt or affect me, but it wasn't exactly enjoyable.
I frowned, cocking my head in disbelief. Did I actually still have some humanity left within me? Did I actually want to look after this girl?
"Open! Please, open!"
Her voice had completely changed, wavering with her panic driven attempts to flee. It was terrible, really. Such a pretty girl, capable of such an ugly sound. I sighed, exasperated. Sachiko would be pissed, but I couldn't wait through this any longer.
Slowly, I passed through the wall, keeping my presence to a minimum. Inside, I noted Naomi, shakily clawing at tight strands of hair to no avail. The shadow was approaching her as a slow rate, but I knew once she even touched the thing, she'd be a goner.
I looked over at a lone cart, a pack of matches resting just on top. Perfect. This wouldn't guarantee her safety, but it'd keep her life blazing just a tad bit longer.
Casually, I bumped the tray with my knee, sending it topping to its side. The matches slid away toward Naomi who jumped at the noise. Even the shadow paused a moment to glare at me and I took this as a cue to get out and run.
Right before I pass back into the wall, however, I caught a glimpse of Naomi bending down to collect the item, flicking a flame, and staring, actually focusing on where I had stood. As though she saw me. Which was impossible. She could only see me if I wanted her to which I didn't,
Right?
The hair lit, the door was opened, and I shot back into the darkness to catch the scene roll out before me. Naomi vomited and Seiko had returned. But something about the way Naomi grew rigid told me that this wasn't going to be a happy reunion.
