11.04.08
Sasuke's POV
Refusing to take the limousine somewhat means that I don't want to show too much profligacy- showing off as the dobe has termed almost in disgust. It furthermore saved me an ear's worth from Kiba's prancing about and Neji's annoying competitiveness.
Despite that, though, the sore- stretching on the soles of my feet- deemed my effort to be normal as a pain in the ass, absolutely not worth it by the time I'd actually have to run away from fan-crazed commoners that don't seem to have what people call etiquette and sense of modesty.
Nevertheless, -and before I become an annoying whiny little thing like Naruto- I continued to saunter lazily on the sidewalk, hands resting in my pockets as the black blazer of the school hang freely on top of my shoulder.
I paused for a while, quite without reason, and noticed the dark clouds looming overhead. My onyx orbs flickered incessantly as tiny drops of frozen flakes touched my nose and cheek.
'Yuki.' A soft, melodic voice whispered in my ears.
My eyes hardened, and in my peripheral vision, I saw a girl who was seemingly dancing about the sidewalk parallel to mine. She stopped for a second and tilted her head –charmingly- sideways, letting me see her light, light grey eyes. It twinkled mischievously.
My eyes automatically reverted itself, like a reflex, and I continued on.
Taking another lazy step, though, just by the bus stop sign, a bus suddenly pulled to a stop beside me. I took no notice, for my consciousness was still on the girl with shiny ringlets of black hair.
The snows were slowly taking ground, dancing silently and settling on the ground. As I turned by the corner, though, a gruesome sound filled the once quiet air.
There was a shower of bullets and pitiful screams. I lithely turned back to see that the closed windows of the bus were now coated with crimson liquid that slowly dripped out of the tiny holes made by the bullets on the windows.
My whole body froze as the bus' doors automatically opened, and out stumbled a woman with a child clutched tightly on her bosom. Her long blonde hair- caked with her blood- covered her infant's face and soon, her clear tears mixed with the blood draped messily on her face as she rocked her child back and forth, as if lulling the dead baby to sleep.
Watching the scene made every curls and depression on my face to smoothen into a direct apathy. I instantly looked up to see the girl still there, watching as intensely as I did.
My lips twitched to a sneer upon seeing the way her lips curled into a feral grin, with her once grey eyes now a set of shimmering amethyst eyes, but, what drew my attention was the black notebook in her hands, adored with perfect silver tendrils that glared at me, figuratively of course.
Her eyes soon met mine in the shadows of her dark fringes and she soon danced about and vanished as I blinked.
Sounds of ringing sirens filled the place and people started crowding around the bus, and I just stood there, eyes narrowed and fists curled.
There are many people now, too many, and so, I turned and assumed my walk.
The deaths didn't faze me, but the girl interested me.
Is she the reason for the massive death case?
The answer, I'm not quite sure of.
My lips curled upwards. The girl's definite and sly smile still etched in my mind and somehow, it seemed to me that the game's just about to begin.
What game, though, I know not.
End of POV
Mitsuko's POV.
Him…
It was him that stood out from the tainted sea of people like a single star shining brightly in the darkened night sky.
Him…
It was him that excluded an unusual aura, an atmosphere of a slowly budding flower yet to reach its full bloom, yet to show its real self.
Him…
The one who was able to catch my sight.
Him…
Who drew me out of my firmly cultivated veneer.
Him…
The reason for the eager smirk gracing my lips…
The diamond in the pile of coals….
The person who's eyes held the same eerie look seen on my own….
Him! Him! Him!
Who, like me, has death clouding over our being… chosen to bear the curse that would fill the emptiness wrought by the same being sharing our blood.
It was him! Him! Him!
Yet….. Who is 'him'?
Feeling a pleasant tingle coursing through my veins, I tilted my head with an alluring smile and held his gaze. I let myself drown in his onyx orbs… seeing everything…. Reading through the days, months and years of his existence which in reality is only a split second.
I smiled.
Uchiha…… Sasuke…
My eyes shifted sharply to the bus which stopped beside me. My lips curled in disgust as I saw all the ignorant fools playing right through the invisible threads manipulating their actions and thoughts…
Weak… pathetic….. They don't have the power he has….the potential to break free the destiny cursed upon humanity…… and I will be the one who'll plant the seed of darkness in his soul.
Hands on my notebook, the fate of those wretched beings shall be nothing but misery.
The tranquil morning was savagely broken by numerous gun shots and a few screams. Most of them took their last breathe without comprehending what was happening what with the fast pace things have occurred.
Covered by the very essence of life, surrounded by crimson blood, I felt disturbingly contented. Looking over him, I saw the obvious change. It was not yet manifested but it was there. I planted it and all there is to do is wait. Wait for the seed to grow into full blossom, to have its roots bind his heart and soul to the point where you can never rip one out without the other.
At last, he turned to me with a sneer which I gracefully returned with my own, unaware with the different state of my eyes. Amidst the hazy euphoria I was trapped into, the sounds of sirens registered in my mind. Taking advantage of the sudden distraction, I stepped back and melted into the shadows….
I've done what needs to be done.
…………………………………………..
I looked directly at the tinted mirror of the stylish limousine from my perch hidden by the leaves.
It was them.
Those like him.
Those who unknowingly share the same fate she has… but no! There's no such thing as fate and destiny. There is no path to take for there is only the void. And from that nothingness will spring the world we chose to build.
Yes, chose…
For humans always have a choice. They have the power to snap the threads damning them to a life of manipulation. Yet, they chose to succumb to the puppeteer's skillful fingers and have their lives transformed as the stage to the death god's play.
Yes. Choose…
Their choice condemned them. They were weak to fight against the pull of the strings attached in every part of their body. They acted according to the unknown being's bidding and because of their own frailty….. They shall perish… by the hands of those who had the power to move despite the strings tied to them.
With a last fleeting look at the fascinating girl lounging in the vehicle, I turned my back whilst trying hard to contain the smirk blossoming from my lips…
The board was set…… the chess pieces are in place… all it requires to start the game is the player's first move…
_~*~_
"A little rich snob like you don't belong here!" a pissed junior with dyed dirty blond hair having impossibly several piercing spat at a fragile looking girl.
The little girl looked blankly at her tormentor which caused even the two girls accompanying the previous one to step in.
"You think you're above us, don't you?" another lass with flaming red hair and a pound of make up on her face pulled the unresponsive girl harshly towards one of the cubicle.
"Sauntering your way in here like you own the place and making us feel like dirt on your precious little shoes." the same teenager kicked the little girl at the back of her knees, causing it to buckle by the sudden pressure.
The third one collaborated with her friends and clutched a fistful of their victim's ebony locks in a callous grip. This harsh action elicited a tiny gasp from the girl which successfully boosts the trio's buoyancy.
"Oh, seems like our little prissy isn't use to some mishandling, guess you need to stoop a little low from your throne and mingle with us a little," a cruel hand push the still stoic girl down near the toilet bowl. "Don't you agree?"
The jeering followed yet, the girl just stayed quiet through the ordeal, almost in a trance-like state.
"You should know where you belong, you bitch!" her head was pushed down more, making her almost nose to nose with the soiled grimy water of the toilet. "And that's with all this filth!"
Before they can push her deeper, the once frail looking girl snapped out of her stupor and in turn, her captors got the daze expression. They slowly let go of her and the once victim stood from her kneeling position and dusted her dress as if nothing major happened.
As if expecting the next occurrence, she dainty took a side step and watched the proceedings with an amused and excited face. Her visage was a perfect comparison to an innocent girl who's about to watch her favorite cartoon show.
The three juniors kneeled in front of the toilet seats and positioned their heads above the disgusting liquid in the bowl. Bit by bit, they lowered themselves. When they were about to touch the water, a flicker of consciousness flashed through their eyes before it was quickly swallowed by the allure of the voice urging them to take a dip.
Succumbing to the charm, all three plunged their head at the same time.
"Hisae….." a voice resonated through the walls.
A familiar figure emerged on the said girl's line of vision with a recognizable black notebook in her hands.
"Doushite?" the voice questioned in a melodic tone.
"What's there to question, Mitsuko? I know you'll come…. They told me…… lest, who am I to say otherwise?" Hisae responded with a serene expression "Besides, you're here, aren't you?"
"Aaah, I'll always be…"
The tranquil atmosphere was quickly disrupted as gurgling and trashing sounds pierced through the air. The three juniors were quickly being depleted of oxygen and no amount of flailing could remove their heads from the water as if invisible iron hands were pushing and holding them still.
After a few seconds, everything was quiet except for the sound of dripping water from the broken pipes.
Hisae took a step and went to stand beside the body of the girl who called her a bitch.
With a sadistic grin, she slowly placed a finger on a metal contraption attached to the toilet seat and with a fiery mirth dancing in her neon blue orbs, pressed the mechanism and flashed the murky water. Her dirty blond hair swirled with the dirty fluid like a sick puke making Hisae's cherry colored lips to curl in disgust.
"Bitch…"
In a moment, the birds stopped chirping and no wind blew, rendering everything silent… until blood curling screams tore through the school.
And then everything was still.
_~*~_
White
That's everything that could be seen. White washed walls, white clad personnel, pallid colored beds and sheets and this stupid doctor's white wiry hair.
"Did you notice something peculiar about that day…..Egao-san? Sayomi-san?"
Hisae shook her head while clutching her tattered bunny in a death grip while Mitsuko shook her head valiantly.
"What happened to your schoolmates and teachers that morning?" the old man asked once again, scribbling on his pad, all the while not really expecting any answer.
Another shake of the head and a shrug of the shoulder.
"Do you remember anything that faithful date?" he asked, now looking directly at the two sullen girls sitting in front of him.
Silence
With a final sigh, he jotted down something on the records of his two patients before taking his leave. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of neon blue and amethyst flashing in their eyes before dismissing it as a sign of fatigue.
Records:
Egao Hisae & Sayomi Mitsuko, suffered from memory loss (Temporary or permanent is still unknown) thus, a couple more days of observation.
Because of the said condition, both are allowed and highly recommended to continue their schooling as no trauma, panic relapses and behavioral pattern could endanger and disrupt other students. A new school could and may result to memory recovery, or least, recuperation for the patients.
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"Good evening everyone. This is the flash news, and I am Niaka Aya.
"The prestigious school of St. Eloise Academy temporarily closed down after encountering a major occurrence- the death of approximately two hundred people: graduating students, teachers and staff alike. The reason for their death, the specific time and motives- if there is any- is still unknown and is still being studied.
"Fortunately, three students were able to escape the gruesome event. As of now, the witnesses are being handled by psychological doctors to check for post-traumatic disorders or behavioral changes before being questioned by the authorities. The activit- click."
"Ah. Another random death case, though, it is quite major this time. What a drag…"