Uhh, look forward to this chapter where I introduce everyone.
Prince Pokepersona: "I'm glad you enjoyed the interaction between the two! It was my intent to heavily contrast Chisuke's more opinionated nature with a more open minded character like Fuyu. Read on and enjoy!"
PainX65: "I'm glad you enjoyed Fuyu! As for Chisuke, well... I'd say he is a rather close minded character, which is why interactions between our protagonist and the rest of the cast will be slightly difficult at the beginning. Also, cool theory! Whether It's true or not is to be found out. Read on and enjoy!"
dimentioman97: "Forgetting to review is perfectly natural, so no worries. Those were exactly my thoughts, I've been wanting to make a story based in a snowy setting so as to emphasize more environmental dangers, which wouldn't be so effective in a closed off section such as an academy, since you'd be stuck indoors. I hadn't actually considered that about Chisuke's character, but those are some excellent observations, so thanks for pointing that out! As for Fuyu, she's actually another OC I made because I got a little greedy! Read on and enjoy!"
gamergirl101: "Let the show begin! I hope you enjoy the story!"
SpinningHurricane: "I better not keep you waiting then! Onto the chapter we go!"
Chisuke wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting when he walked into the cabin, but he couldn't say that he was too surprised by what he did see. A fireplace only a couple of feet away from the cabin door stood directly in front of it, flames cackled as Chisuke smelt the fresh smoke burn from it.
It was made recently.
Chisuke then noticed a wooden coffee table sitting comfortably in the middle of the room on a rug, a safe distance from the fire. Chisuke was slightly amused when he saw how fluffy and soft two scarlet colored chairs were, along with a burgundy colored sofa. It's the type of furniture you'd expect to find in a silly fairy-tale, such as 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears'. Who knew that you would have to teach kids not to sneak into other people's houses? It was just common courtesy, but he was getting off track.
When Chisuke looked to his left, his mouth nearly dropped in excitement. There was a bar, alcohol on multiple shelves: beer, sake, whisky, shochu, chuhai, plum wine; and so much more! He saw the varying sizes of each glass, some beautifully designed while others were simply made for its use.
"Hello! I haven't seen you yet, so you must've just entered, how may I help you?"
Chisuke pouted as he looked away from the drinks and towards the woman that spoke to him. "Yeah, uh, I'm Chisuke Yukizome. The Ultimate Mystery Novelist; are you the bartender?" he abruptly asked.
The woman before him smiled in light amusement as she brought a hand to her lips. "How rude, you don't even plan on asking who I am?" Chisuke jiggled a cup in response, waiting expectantly for a drink, slightly annoyed. The woman licked her lips as she collected her thoughts. "No matter. I'm Misa Saejima, Ultimate Hostess. I've been waiting at the entrance for newcomers so that I can give them a general summary of what's been explained to us thus far."
Misa Saejima
Ultimate Hostess
Misa was a tall woman with a curvy, hourglass shaped figure, which made her aesthetically pleasing. She looks fairly muscled, though her feminine qualities ultimately won out. Her skin is fairly light with soft looking skin. Her hair is dirty blonde, though it was clearly dyed and went to her shoulders. Her hair was obviously cared for, which looked neat and tousled side swept bangs. She has an oval face with rather soft features, an upturned nose and hazel eyes. From what Chisuke could tell, she wore makeup, though it was hard to distinguish how much.
Her outfit consisted of a floor length orange-red gown with a cinched in, black band around her waist; hugging most her body so that it looked a lot looser around her legs. To finish off, she wore fitting red heels.
She looked decent, nothing too stunning in Chisuke's eyes, but nice overall.
"You're an Ultimate Hostess? That's… Kinda raunchy and inappropriate for someone who's supposed to be in high school." Chisuke pointed out with narrowed eyes.
Luckily for Chisuke, Misa merely laughed it off, though her face was a little pink. "Well, those are the benefits of being held back! I'm actually 19, which is why I'm legally allowed here in the first place. Imagine me being a 16 year old doing this job, I would've been arrested long ago!"
If Chisuke had to describe Misa, he thought she was a little snooty. She was like one of those spoilt wives you'd find in a typical mansion murder mystery of 'whodunnit!?' he didn't comment on his own thoughts as Misa kindly took his coat as he shrugged it off; revealing his ice blue dress-shirt, sleeveless white V-neck sweater vest and a red bowtie.
Chisuke shrugged his shoulders, his bones cracking slightly as he tried to readjust them more comfortably. "So… can I have a drink?" he asked, pointing to one of the alcoholic drinks on the shelves.
Misa smiled in amusement. "That's kinda raunchy and inappropriate for someone who's supposed to be in high school." she mocked teasingly, an impish smile on her face as she threw Chisuke's words right back at him.
The man in question flinched, groaning. "Please don't be stingy, I'll even be satisfied with one drip!"
Misa raised a brow as she contemplated the proposal. "Maybe when you tell me a little about what a Mystery Novelist is like, I might consider it." she then put on a thoughtful face. "I've heard your name everywhere, but I haven't been interested in knowing who you are until now. Who knew that a novelist would be a classmate of mine someday?"
Chiskue puffed out his cheeks, rolling his eyes. "It isn't that good, sure I get lots of money, but with how obnoxious my fans are; all the money isn't worth putting up with when I get really disturbing fan mail." he shuddered. "To be frank, I don't really give a shit about my talent, my first story was supposed to be a one time thing anyways…"
This caught Misa's attention, but she thought it best not to pry.
"How'd you become a Hostess anyways? Are you like, poor or something?" Chisuke asked insensitively.
He was hoping to catch her off guard, but the best he got out of her were raised eyebrows and a mix of confused and annoyed eyes. "Being a Hostess was supposed to be a one time thing, it just ended up blowing up in my face. As for wealth, I'm sure I'm not as financially well off like you, but it's an efficient amount of money to get me through life." Misa explained quickly, her last remark sounding savagely biting, as if she was challenging him to say something else on the matter.
"Guess I'm not getting that drink." Chisuke whined internally
"What were you saying about the situation?" Chisuke asked, suspiciously nonchalantly. Any animosity between the two evaporated as Misa dawned a cheery smile.
"Right, we don't appear to have a chaperone, so we're assuming everyone has to at least be acquainted with each other before something happens." Misa laughed lightly. "I'd say everyone's getting acquainted, but nearly everyone is trying to avoid each other, say for example… Ginjiro who is hiding underneath heaps of those blankets in hopes that you don't see him."
Chisuke looked where Misa was pointing her finger. He hadn't noticed earlier, but there were indeed heaps of blankets on one of the comfy chairs. He just didn't realize because the blankets and chair were identical in colour.
Chisuke heard a whine come from within the blankets as the person known as 'Ginjiro' snuggled into the blankets a little more, purposefully trying to be hidden. Chisuke decided to approached the shy man cautiously as he grabbed the hem of the blankets and gently lifted them up. Yellow dark eyes peeked out.
"Ginjiro… Right?" Chisuke asked.
Ginjiro just stared at him, before he softly spoke. "Correct… Though specifically, I am Ginjiro Noguichi, the Ultimate Hacker… No nicknames please."
Ginjiro Noguichi
Ultimate Hacker
Ginjiro was a tall, skinny and pale young man. He had dark maroon, straight locks that goes down just past his dark yellow eyes with a heart shaped face.
As for his clothing, Ginjiro wore mostly dark clothing that consisted of a grey shirt underneath a pitch black zip-up hoodie, black baggy bottoms and grey pump shoes. He had his hood on, making the man look shadier than he already was.
"What a hermit crab." Chisuke couldn't help thinking as he continued to stare at the man before him. "When was the last time he washed?"
"Is there a variation of 'standoffish' that's more extreme? Because that's how I'd describe you right now." Chisuke told him with a wagging finger.
Ginjiro's facial expression gave nothing away, though it surprised Chisuke when the Hacker took hold of his finger. "You are the novelist, not me." was what he muttered before letting go of his finger and flinging the blankets over him again.
Chisuke huffed a little under his breath as he made a move to remove the blankets before he heard an ear piercing scream.
"SANDY NO!"
The Mystery Novelist found himself being tripped up as he fell to the ground, barely catching himself on time as he landed on his hands.
Chisuke flinched as the sound of barking abruptly invaded his ear drums. Opening one eye, he came face to face… With a robotic dog that appeared to have been getting a scolding from a girl who admittedly looked fairly nutty.
"What have I told you about tripping everyone here? Is your programming messed up again, but if so, how?" she murmured to herself, not even bothering to check if Chisuke was alright; much to his annoyance.
Misa, who had carefully been observing everyone, decided to speak up. "Have you spoken to anyone else Lily?"
Chisuke widened his eyes in mild surprise. "She's a foreigner? That's near perfect Japanese she's speaking!"
Lily groaned. "I did speak to this one nerdy guy who was real cool with gadgets, but he's socially incompetent and obviously that isn't very entertaining; so- GAH!"
Chisuke moved out of the way, not even bothering to catch Lily as she landed painfully on her side, banging her head on the coffee table side.
Misa amused smile turned worried as she quickly rushed around the bar and kneeled next to Lily. "How many fingers am I holding?" The Hostess held up three fingers.
Lily scoffed as she carelessly stood up. "You're obviously holding up six fingers."
As Misa continued to fuss over Lily, Chisuke decided that it was the prime opportunity to sneak into the bar and try to grab a bottle of sake. Unfortunately, that monstrous... Thing decided to start barking wildly, alerting both women to his act of criminality.
Misa wagged a finger in his face, like he had done to Ginjiro only moments ago, it was not fun to be on the receiving end of it. "Well, well, well, I don't remember saying you could drink anything; did I?" she asked rhetorically.
Chisuke was impressed. If this was any other person mocking him, he would've just walked off in anger, but there was something about Misa that helped him stay positive. He didn't know whether it was her playful responsibility, or her parental presence, but he just liked her.
Nevertheless, Chisuke sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes in the process as he finally lifted the blankets off of Ginjiro again, who stared at him wide-eyed, unresponsive. "Have you been controlling that blasted thing?" he asked, pointing to the robotic dog.
"BLASTED DOG!? HOW DARE YOU!" Lily screeched, her glare accusatory as she jabbed her finger at Chisuke's chest, making the Mystery Novelist wince as he adjusted his bow-tie, which had become slightly unloose. Thankfully, Lily's attention was off of him as she turned her glare towards Ginjiro, who whimpered in slight fear as he tried to hide under the blankets. "OH NO YOU DON'T WIMP!" She forcefully threw the blankets off of him, making the man nearly scream in fright. "IF YOU EVER TAKE CONTROL OF SANDY AGAIN YOU WILL PAY!"
Ginjiro looked ready to faint as he nodded his head rapidly, appeasing Lily as she donned an arrogant smirk.
"Good, I suppose I should introduce myself then." Lily then gave a grandiose smile, as if she was introducing her presence to the entire. "I AM THE GORGEOUS, STUNNING, HIGHLY INTELLECTUAL GIRL GENIUS; LILY LOSICK! THE ULTIMATE ROBOTICIST" Lily Losick winked charmingly. "But please, don't let the applause go on for too long, it gets boring after a while."
Lily Losick
Ultimate Roboticist
Lily was of average height with a pear-shaped body. She looked fairly scrawny, her pale skin only emphasizing how unhealthy she looked, though she didn't look like she was on the verge of death. She has long, bubblegum pink hair that she keeps in a natural ponytail, with the left side of her hair being swept to the left. Her face had an impression of toughness, with freckles and a slight case of acne. Like Fuyu she had scarlet colored eyes that looked innocently wide, but slanted enough to look like a cat's.
As for her clothing, Lily wore a black laced dress that hangs down to her knees. On her back, she wears a long dark red cape that stretched down to approximately her knees, the collar of her cape being very polo shirt-esque way, golden tassels hanging from the top of it that is being held by a red ribbon. Finally, she wears a pair of checkered patterned, fancy slip on shoes, with a flower adorning the top.
Before Chisuke could even process her introduction, Lily strutted towards Ginjiro and gave him an impish grin. "So, Ginny, how're you controlling my precious Sandy?" she asked dangerously.
"I'd like to know too." Misa felt like inputting, feeling a little left out.
Ginjiro frowned at the nickname he had been given. "No nicknames."
Lily gave him a stink eye. "I'll call you whatever I want, don't test me."
"No nicknames."
Lily screamed in anger, making Ginjiro flinch, though his apathetic expression remained. "God! Is that all you can say?! Your vocabulary is worse than a five year old!" she then inhaled a deep breath. "You're giving me a headache, so I'm going, BUT DON'T THINK I'VE GIVEN UP! I will find out…" she finished ominously before picking up her demon of a dog. "C'mon Sandy, let's find some more people to terrorize…" the thing that shouldn't pass as a dog barks happily as it nuzzles up to Lily's neck, making her giggle in joy as she walked off.
Ginjiro, who had been tense the entire time Lily was here, finally relaxed as he got up, picked up the blankets, and hid himself under them once again.
Quickly, Chisuke realized that it had gone back to just being him and Misa again. "That sure was entertaining." Misa commented, chuckling lightly, as if the entire encounter hadn't bothered her.
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"... Can I have a drink now?"
"Nope!" Misa cheerfully responded.
"It was worth a try." Chisuke thought to himself dryly.
"I am sorta curious though." Misa brought a finger to her chin. "I wonder where she's from? She's obviously not Japanese, yet speaks our language quite well."
Chisuke rolled his eyes. "Sure, I'm curious myself, but she's such a high maintenance bitch; I don't plan on hanging out with her ever again."
Misa raised her brows, but ultimately shrugged her shoulders as she moved behind the bar, her heels making clicking sounds as she walked along the wood. "You do you, but I'm going to stay here for now." she then smiled in his direction, though it looked a little forced. "It was nice meeting you."
Chisuke didn't look convinced that it was a nice meeting, but he left regardless. He made extra sure to go in the opposite direction Lily had gone.
Chisuke had walked into a kitchen of sorts, where he saw two people who were both averagely tall, boy and girl to be specific.
The girl looked like she was happily mixing something in a bowl, whereas the boy looked concentrated as he put in a careful amount of what Chisuke believed to be sugar into the bowl.
Chisuke decided to ignore his surroundings for now and approached the two. "Sorry to disrupt your concentration, but, uhh, I need to introduce myself to you guys; I'm Chisuke Yukizome, the Ultimate Mystery Novelist."
The boy gave him a small smile of acknowledgement before returning to whatever he was doing.
The girl on the other hand, completely stopped what she was doing as Chisuke noticed the red go to her cheeks. Suddenly, she squealed loudly, much to Chisuke's annoyance and the other boy's surprise. Realizing what she'd just done, she covered her face with her hands as she ran out of the kitchen with heavy stomps; presumably to calm down.
Chisuke gave the boy a look as he looked slightly confused. "I'm not sure why she reacted like that." the boy admitted, though he looked a little worried now. "Could you start mixing the chocolate she was doing? I don't want the effort I've put in to go to waste."
"Sure thing." Chisuke replied, rolling his sleeves up so that he didn't get any chocolates on him.
"Wash your hands first, that's the most fundamental thing to do when you're in a kitchen." the boy ordered a little bit more sharply than necessary. "Put on an apron too, those clothes look expensive."
Chisuke muttered profanities under his breath as he did as he was ordered. First, he can't get a drink because some stingy harlot won't let him, then he's attacked by some monstrous robot, and now he's being bossed around out of the kindness of his heart!?
Chisuke took a deep breath as he did as he was told. "It's not a big deal, make sure not to screw things up, I agreed to do this for aunt Mae, so get it together Chisuke!"
"Make sure you stir the bowl clockwise for consistency in flavor, you wouldn't want to mess up, right?"
Chisuke clenched the wooden spoon he was using to stir the chocolate mix. He wasn't about to let his temper get the better of him, was there no one in this damn cabin he was going to like? "I don't believe I got your name nor talent, are you like a chef or something?"
The young man laughed in disbelief. "That's why I felt so rude! I hadn't even introduced myself, of course, how silly of me." he cleared his throat. "My name is Unmei Kamato, and while I'm flattered you thought I was a chef, I'm actually the Ultimate Flavorist."
Unmei Kamato
Ultimate Flavorist
Unmei appeared to be averagely healthy with his fair complexion and average build, which wasn't too muscular, nor fat, nor skinny; just average. He has a heart shaped face that unnaturally seems symmetrical. His lips are a healthy pink color, and his nose button-like. The only thing that stopped Unmei from looking entirely healthy were the heavy bags underneath his upturned dark purple eyes. His light pink hair hadn't looked like it's been brushed with strands of it sticking out everywhere. His bangs fall below his eyebrows and angled messily from left to right. He has hair clips on the left and right side of his bangs, however it doesn't look like it made much difference.
As for his clothing, Unmei wore a golden beige trench coat that is unbuttoned and over a black knitted sweater. As for the lower half, he wears black groom pants finishing it off with black leather boots.
Chisuke eyed Unmei strangely. "A Flavorist… I wasn't expecting that." Chisuke replied awkwardly. He wasn't being dishonest either, he genuinely thought it was a… What's the word? Unfulfilling? That's it, Chisuke thought that being a Flavorist was unfulfilling.
"I have to say, I've read some of your books, you're really good." Unmei praised offhandedly, making it look a little insincere, not that Chisuke cared. It wasn't an outright insult to his stories, so he shrugged it off.
"Who was that girl earlier?" Chisuke asked, not bothering to acknowledge the praise. His first impression of her wasn't bad, he was just hoping that she wasn't going to be as obnoxious as she was.
Unmei pursed his lips, but quickly turned it into a smile as he answered. "I think her name was Mika, she's actually the reason we were baking in the first place, she's the Ultimate Chocolatier and graciously asked me if I could help her considering my talent." he laughed. "She quickly realized that my talent would help her make her chocolates taste better than they already were and we were going to give them to everyone out of kindness."
To Chisuke, Unmei was mostly okay, though from the way he spoke the guy loved himself a little bit too much; but it isn't the most grating thing in the world, so he certainly wouldn't mind talking to the guy again.
Unmei sighed. "I was hoping Mika would come back before you finished mixing, but alas, it looks like we won't be able to utilize her talent at this moment. No matter, I appreciate you stepping in to help me." he bowed sightly, showing his gratitude, rarely making Chisuke feel good about himself.
"Not a problem, if you need anything else, just come find me."
Unmei nodded as Chisuke made a move to leave. The kitchen was a lot smaller than he expected it to be, yet there was a strange cozy atmosphere to it as he felt the heat radiate off of the oven. One thing that struck Chisuke as odd was the fact that there was a variety of kitchen and hunting knives: butcher's knife, Bowie knife, cleaver, stiletto, ect. It made Chisuke antsy, though he forcefully shrugged it off.
Chisuke opened up a random door, entering what appears to be a study. Right across the room was a desk with neatly stacked papers, a cup of pens, and a small lamp. Though what really caught Chisuke's attention was the woman across from him organizing some papers while sitting on a grand looking chair.
She looked up from what she was doing, her eyes widening, before sighing in what could only be described as disappointed.
"Don't I feel loved?" Chisuke thought to himself sarcastically.
She quickly smiled at him. "It's nice to meet you, you must be one of my classmates, my name is Akari Fujikura and I am the Ultimate Organizer; I'm looking forward to getting to know you better."
Akari Fujikura
Ultimate Organizer
Akari is a slim girl that held herself confidently, much to Chisuke's amusement. Her facial features made her look older than she probably was, though this was contrasted with her wavy sea-green hair that approximately went down to her elbows. Her hair was parted down the middle and tied into two twists that are secured with white heart shaped bobbles at the ends. Her pale blue-grey, oval shaped eyes were slightly slanted, making it difficult to see where her irises were.
As for her clothing, Akari wore a roll-neck jumper dress that was dark purple with wide horizontal navy and indigo stripes with a dark brown short sleeveless cardigan over it. She wore black leggings and zip-up ankle boots that were black and fur-lined with a brown sole and slight heel to them. She also wore a medium length necklace with purple and blue beads on it.
She may not have been excited to see him, but at the very least she was being polite, so it wouldn't hurt to be polite back. "Likewise, my name is Chisuke Yukizome, and I'm the Ultimate Mystery Novelist."
Akari looked at Chisuke in wonder. "Mystery Novelist? As in general mysteries? Or are you specifically chained down to murder mysteries?" she asked curiously, stopping whatever she was doing to hear his answer.
Chisuke sighed a little uncomfortably at this line of reasoning. "I'm not necessarily chained down to murder mysteries, I've done missing people cases, history cases that were abandoned, even some stolen items and kidnappings; murder mysteries just so happen to be my strongest criteria." hoping to change the topic, he directed the question right back at her. "How do you become an Organizer? I doubt It's a well recognized talent that can be identified so easily."
Akari smiled lightly at the snip, making Chisuke slightly confused. "You're right, it isn't that recognizable of a talent. I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for this snotty rich kid who paid me to essentially organize her room because she was too lazy to do it herself." she then giggled. "She must've recommended me to other organizations, because I was getting phone calls almost all the time from then on."
"Interesting story." Chisuke mused, bringing both arms behind his head in thought. "How ultimately convenient."
The Ultimate Organizer snorted, nodding her head in agreement. "Isn't it? Fate must've decided to bring me here for some reason." Akari's face grew the slightest bit anxious as she suddenly started crossing her arms defensively. "This was a nice chat, but I'm suddenly not feeling well, I'll talk to you later Chisuke."
Before Chisuke could even protest, Akari barged past without so much a second glance. It was incredibly off-putting in Chisuke's perspective. "I wonder what's up with her?" for now, he decided to dismiss that line of thought as he investigated the study room a little bit more.
It was mostly full of shelves that should've been filled with books, but for some reason, there was a disturbing lack of books. He also noticed an incredibly small window on the far left side of the room, though it was mostly closed. Other than that though, nothing seemed too out of place. With that deduction in mind, Chisuke made his way out of the Library, hoping he didn't awkwardly run into Akari.
As Chisuke left the Study Room, he heard some other people talking in the next room. Curious, he made his way over, revealing an incredibly bare room. There was nothing but a singular sofa and what appeared to be a monitor of sorts directly across from it. Besides from the few pictures and a singular window, nothing else was in the room.
He then noticed that two other people were in the room as well. A boy and girl. The boy was very muscular and at first glance looked terrifying, but with further observation looked friendly and professional; as strange as that sounded. He was tending to the girl's knee, which looked a little scraped. However, Chisuke knew who this girl was.
"Mika?" he called out.
A choked sound came from Mika as she hurriedly rolled up her tights. Ignoring the muscular man next to her, her face turning red once again, she addressed Chisuke as calmly as she could. "Y-you know my n-name?" she stuttered out, fighting to keep a smile off her face.
Bursting her bubble, Chisuke shook his head. "No, I only know your forename because Unmei told me."
Mika widened her eyes as she brought her hands to her mouth and squeaked. "Unmei! Oh no! I completely forgot!" pushing the man besides her, she stomped her way out of the room.
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Chisuke shared an awkward look with the other person in the room before Mika abruptly stomped her way back into the room, startling The Mystery Novelist. She then bowed, her face looking flustered and seemingly out of breath. "My name is Mikasa Michizoe, but please, just call me Mika; I'm the Ultimate Chocolatier."
Mikasa "Mika" Michizoe
Ultimate Chocolatier
Mika was of average height who had a curvy hourglass figure, her hips emphasizing this the most, though chest certainly wasn't lacking… She has rather thick limbs with a slightly rounded face. Her complexion was a healthy peach color, with rosy cheeks, shiny berry pink lips, subtle light pink eye-shadow and a little mascara that brought out her eyelashes. Her eyes are deep set and a little hooded, her irises a light brown color made more noticeable with her makeup. A pair of subtly arched eyebrows sit above her eyes, a similar shade to her hair, which is chocolate brown which looked naturally wavy, styled in a slightly messy low side bun with two pieces hanging down either side of her face. She has a slightly slanted fringe, which stops to the level of her mid-left eyebrow.
As for her outfit, Mika wears a three-quarter sleeved dress, her sleeves slightly puffy as they gather at her elbows, colored in a light raspberry shade. This includes a small white laced collar with buttons to secure it over her chest, secured by white straps reaching over her shoulders and extending down to a few inches above her dress skirt, which is a peach colored apron that is slightly curved and frilly at the bottom as it hangs over her flared dress skirt, decorated in a white floral pattern with a large front pocket and a pink ribbon sash which acts like a belt. Under her flared skirt she wears a pair of light grey, but thick tights and light pink, slightly heeled shoes with straps. As for accessories, she wore a silver chain necklace shaped into a heart, a lilac colored butterfly hair clip, some brooches attached to her apron which included: an Easter egg, a heart, and a bar of chocolate; finally, she wears a pair of earrings shaped like butterflies with their wings spread out.
Chisuke didn't even get the chance to introduce himself as Mika stomped hurriedly out of the room once again.
"That was… Wow." Chisuke thought aloud.
"Very bubbly, isn't she?"
Chisuke turned his attention towards the other man in the room. The onyx eyed teen chuckled nervously at the hulking man. "Sorry if it felt like I was ignoring you, being a third wheel is never that much fun."
Much to Chisuke's relief, the man before him just laughed light heartedly. "I actually don't mind being a third wheel, seeing smiles on everyone's faces gives me a warm adrenaline rush, ya know? And Mika was all smiles, especially when you were here." he gave Chisuke a suggestive wink.
Chisuke was not amused. "Well, sorry, I'm not a very smiley person; if I was my mouth would hurt." he cringed slightly, feeling that he was being unnecessarily rude towards this positively warm man, but he couldn't help it.
Annoyingly enough, the man just smiled. "That's quite alright, I can smile for the both of us." he then perked up. "Besides! If you're not feeling smiley now, surely you'll smile later on! Nobody can stay miserable forever!"
Chisuke looked incredibly doubtful about that, viewing the man's optimistic perspective too idealistic, though the Mystery Novelist didn't really feel like arguing, so he just reluctantly nodded. "Sure, whatever."
"Oh!" the man exclaimed suddenly. "I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Isamu Shiroma." Isamu struck a superhero pose. "And I am the Ultimate First Responder!"
Isamu Shiroma
First Responder
Isamu was a tall, tanned and muscular man with rough and scarred skin. He has blue eyes with a mole underneath his left eye, which strangely looked cloudy. He has blonde hair which is styled into a buzz cut. He has a clean shaven beard that looks groomed.
As for his clothing, he wears a light blue long-sleeved dress shirt. He wears a white standard doctor jacket that has a blue cross on his left breast pocket. For his lower half, he wears light blue jeans with a black belt. His dress shirt neatly being tucked into his jeans. As for his footwear, he wears black dress shoes with white ankle-high socks.
Chisuke stared incredulously before clearing his throat. "I'm, uhh, Chisuke Yukizome, the Ultimate Mystery Novelist." he introduced himself half-heartedly. "What exactly is a First Responder? I've heard the term, but I can't remember any specifics." Chisuke asked, hoping that Isamu would forget what his talent was.
Isamu perked up at the question. "Well, you see, my occupation requires me to be the first one on the scene of any emergency! That includes fires, medical attention, maybe even terrorist attacks!" to Chisuke's horror, Isamu just laughed, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "However, I feel it is a little unfair that I was the one qualified to be an Ultimate, considering that it requires teamwork."
Chisuke continued to shift away from Isamu as he started thinking up an excuse. 'I have to use the bathroom now, so, umm, bye!' not waiting for a reply, Chisuke quickly dashed out of the room and into the nearest bathroom.
Chisuke wasn't entirely sure why, but his heart was racing. Chisuke looked at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall, hating how hollow his onyx eyes were, hating how icy his hair was, hating how pale his skin was.
He hated it.
He then thought back to the people he had met, and what an asshole he had been.
His chest hurt.
He didn't want to be this intolerable asshole, but how else was he going to react? Being nice didn't come to him naturally, he struggled to be nice.
He wanted to cry.
He felt like he was failing Aunt Mae, he promised he wouldn't screw things over, and look at what was happening! He was completely fucking everything up!
He wanted to sob.
Tears pricked at the edges of his eyes, begging him to blink so that they could be released. However, Chisuke denied his tears that wish as he wiped the tears away with his sleeve; his nose slightly snotty as he grabbed a few tissues.
He hated crying.
Whenever he cried, his nose would turn a funny red color, and he would ridicule himself for it. The worst part is, whenever he cried, he didn't feel particularly sad about anything. So…
Why was he crying?
This the end of character introductions part one! I've got some explaining to do!
I originally wanted this to be uploaded on new year's eve, but because of some obnoxious disturbances, I couldn't. That, and, motivation just wouldn't come to me. I had planned to introduce all of the characters in this chapter, but out of fear of how unmotivated I would feel, I decided to split it in half so that I have something to give.
Secondly, deciding on a cast was a lot harder than I predicted. I thought it was going to be an easy picking, since I'm a fairly decisive person, so I found myself rather surprised when I struggled on a finalized cast. I then had to consider their roles in the story and most importantly, the death order.
Thirdly, I'm going to discuss discord. If anyone has messaged me on discord, please don't think I'm ignoring you. For some reason, I've been locked out of my account and have failed in accessing it. So that is why I have been fairly inactive on it.
I'm hoping to get the next set of intros out of the way quickly, but it'll probably take a while, though hopefully quicker than how long this took. Also! If you're curious as to who submitted which character, do check out my profile as I will be putting the introduced characters on my profile for you all to see!
And finally, Release Condition. Unfortunately, I won't be uploading a new chapter for a while, but once I get the intros out of the way, Release Condition will have my full attention! So look forward to that!
Until I next update! Thanks for reading!
- zephryr