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Chapter 7: reverse side of the Fool

"Kiyoe-Chan!" Jiro grabbed her by the rib area and pulled her back, "Calm down!"

"W-Who the fuck I am?" Daichi voice was barely a whisper. He wrenched out of her grip. "No, the question is who the fuck are you? I'm tired of being dragged along with this!" His eyes flashed amber as he glared at Kiyoe. "Hell I don't even want to be here! I already have my hands full of school and family. You won't know what is like to be the weakest person alive! And you know what this place gives me the creeps! Glasses or not, it still nags at me! Now I'm going back home and forget any of this ever happen in my lifetime!" With that he stomped towards the T.V.

"Daichi-Kun!... DONT TALK THAT WAY TO KIYOE-CHAN!" Jiro actually ran to Daichi and punched him, directly in the back.

He staggered as the blow hits him. His eyes nearly a light shade of hazel. "I can talk to her all the way I want!" With his right he takes out the pocket knife while the other punched sideways to Jiro's jaw.

"This... isn't working." Kiyoe mumbled to herself. "Jiro let him go. If he wants to run away like a scared, weak little bitch, then who am I to stop him? We're not his friends, remember?" She walked several steps away and then swig her rod into the ground, relishing the pain that traveled up her arm from the vibration. She glanced over and her heart froze as she saw the two facing off, and Daichi had his knife out.

Jiro's head just turned right at the blow. He spat at the ground, "... That all?" Jiro slugged Daichi's gut, "If he' not our friend, I should be allowed to beat him all I want!"

Shit he's stronger than me... Then without thinking he slash at Jiro's side with the pocket knife.

Jiro stepped back, "ARR! BASTARD!" Jiro didn't understand what the hell he did. He took the guitar and whacked Daichi with it, "BITCH!"

Daichi groan as the blow had knocked air from his stomach. "S-shit!" He looks up at Jiro, hazel eyes nearly formed into golden slits. The teen staggered backwards as he glared at the duo.

"No, this is not happening." Kiyoe was sitting on the ground nearby, her eyes closed tightly and her hands over her ears. "Not happening..."

Jiro dropped the guitar, "... Daichi... Don't make me kill you, because we all know I probably could."

A bitter laugh threatens to escape his mouth. "F-fine I yield..."Daichi drops his knife on the ground. He turned away so the people didn't see his yellow eyes. "Be here all I care." The teen faced the shaking Usa-chan. "Sorry you have to witness that Usa-chan." His eyes narrowed as the rabbit-girl shifted away with fear in her eyes.

"S-Sha..." Daichi ignores the girl's ramblings and went through the T.V.

"... Why did I use the guitar?" Jiro asked himself, "...who told me-..." Jiro then stomped the ground, "Who are you?"

Kiyoe slowly opened her eyes to see that Daichi had left, and Jiro was standing still with a confused expression on his face. She slowly struggled to her feet, as quietly as she could then turned her back and ran down one of the many dark paths branching out from where they were.

Jiro heard the footsteps, "Kiyoe-Chan?" He turned around, "Kiyoe-chan!" He ran after her, "Wait! You can't go alone!"

Usa-chan noticed Kiyoe running and begins to run after her. "S-sensei! Don't go over there! There's a bunch of Shadows over there!"

"J-just stop following me. I h-have to do something first." She called back, picking up the pace.

"Go away!" She reached out mentally. "Yomotsu-Shikome, Bufu." The card appeared and she crushed it with her hand. She aimed it directly behind her, before taking a sharp turn.

Jiro jumped over the ice, "WHOA! Kiyoe-chan!" He sprinted faster, "GET BACK HERE!"

"No!" She reached into her bag and pulled out a small silver coloured object, clenching it in her fist as she ran. "Jiro, I'm warning you!" She pushed on, her breath ragged.

"OR WHAT?" Jiro was determined to catch up; something in his mind began hissing.

"Fine!" Kiyoe stopped and whirled around to face Jiro. "You want to see it?" She held out her hand, and in it was a razorblade, already dripping with a small amount of blood from being clenched in her hand so tight. "Is this what you desire so highly?" She gripped the blade and let her hands drop to her side. The hand holding the blade shifting her skirt until some of her leg was exposed, and the blade was pressed against it.

Jiro stopped immediately, "... ... K-Kiyoe-Chan." He put Usa-Chan down. He looked very worried and concerned, "... What..."

"It doesn't work!" She yelled at him. "It's just so fucked up."

As she was put down Usa-chan instantly hides behind Jiro, holding her head and ears down. "T-That's n-not Kiyoe-sensei."

"What... WHO ARE YO?" Jiro spazzed. Thankfully Jiro had his guitar, which he held like an axe, "You're not Kiyoe-Chan!"

The rabbit-girl trembled. "I-it's her S-Shadow!"

"Oh but I am. You think the bubbly, happy girl is really who I am? Ha, your even stupider than I gave you credit for. This is who I really am." She took the blade and drew it across her thigh, a thin line of blood pooling, and then dripping down her leg. "Ahh... much better. Oh is this turning you on?" She grinned sadistically at Jiro.

"... skkkkk." Jiro crossed his arms and snickered, facing the ground, "Hehehe..." He was starting to make an unsettling laugh.

Sick yellow eyes regards at Jiro. "Hmm... it's too bad, you're a really cutie. Alas some of us won't ever have this 'cutesy wutesy love' crap that you keep going on about. Some of us are merely pawns, for the gain of others." The shadow watched him laugh for a moment before it asked, "What are you laughing about, you sissy?"

Jiro only heard the shadow faintly, his mind filled with hissing sounds of eight snakes, "... Hehehehe... HAHA!" He made a small burst of laughter like a psycho, "... I thought you were actually a threat to me..."

"Aww Romeo's acting all tough. Well it doesn't matter. I really don't have time to deal with you right now, so I guess this is goodbye for now." Kiyoe started melting; becoming a pool of black ichor, at the same moment Kiyoe appeared from behind a pillar. She stopped and stared at the puddle in wonder.

Jiro swung the guitar at the shadow as it began to melt, "... Bitch... Usa-Chan... Maybe you should send me back too..." Jiro sounded depressed "I don't think I should be here

Usa-chan looked frighten. "B-But w-what about m-me?" she paused then taps her foot on the floor. A stack of TV's came down as before. "Please come back soon?"

Kiyoe stared at the ground, a nauseated look on her face. "Jiro I didn't mean..." She rubbed her arm, leaving a smear of blood on her blouse. "I'm ..." She stopped, and just fell to her knees. "...Sorry" She mumbled.

Jiro stopped and turned around, "... What did you do wrong? I hurt Daichi; I didn't listen to you, I just..."

"I-..." Kiyoe didn't know what she was supposed to say. "We should probably go..." She muttered and stood up again, heading for the T.V

Jiro didn't say anything as he entered the TV, the guitar hanging on his back.

Junes~

Kiyoe continued staring at the ground. "We... Shouldn't go back there..." She said, another wave of nausea crashing over her.

Jiro walked past her, "I wasn't going to..." He pulled something out of his pocket and put it near his eyes. He turned around, eyeliner on his eyes, "Let's pretend it never existed."

Kiyoe felt as if her heart shattered into a million pieces. She swallowed hard and nodded slowly. "Y-y-yeah, that would probably be for the best.

"What does that world have to offer us?" Jiro asked.

Kiyoe nodded in silent agreement before dropping her curtain rod unceremoniously on the ground. "I-I'll see you at school?" she asked as a half question, unsure of the answer.

Jiro stared a little before answering as he walked away, "... Maybe..."

Credits:

RP members: OC character

One Face Two Souls: Kiyoe Fujii

Hibishi: Jiro Miyatomo

: Daichi Hayashida and Usa-chan