Write date:04-06; 04-27
Warning: This chapter will contain some depressing thoughts, gore and violence with minor swear words. I tried overshadowing a few scenes, but there is still a large part written out. if you see that you are not comfortable with it, please skip to the italics- that's Utura Hisho's philosophy.
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19XX-10-28
The night's sky shimmered with ivory particles, that were the only light source available to them... If only those little watchers from above could reach out and give a supporting hand or perhaps yell out with their unperceived, holly voices and scare their captors away. But they remained shy and silent, not disturbing the hell Nagisa dreaded.
Why? Why did nobody stopped this yet? Why there were no people, who could save them?
She felt jealous... Jealous of all those lucky citizens cuddled up in their safe, warm houses, sinking beneath their futons, which drifted them to sleep right now...
The girl's eyes clouded with tears suddenly... Nagisa wished to be at home right now... No. Anywhere. She would rather be anywhere but here...
The bluenette was ushered by two men, gripping her arms harshly. She soon felt the need to glance back to Ritsu. Her face grimaced from what she could make out in the dark...
He seemed in a much dire state than she imagined.
Ritsu was nearly being dragged by two hooded males, as his feets movements were too slow and unsteady. His dark coat was dirtied with mud and studded with boot marks. Even his face didn't portrayed the man, she knew anymore. His hair mixed with sludge, and blood. While sad eyes were set toward the pavement and jaw needlessly parting- the only sign, that he hadn't passed out yet...
"Good day, friends. Where are we heading?" A familiar slurring growl snapped Nagisa out from her observation. She heared that voice before.
There was that drunkard from the bus earlier... He was in on this too it seemed. However he was quickly handed an envelope by the violette in the back of the line, then he slowly creeped out of sight. The drunk man got his payment most likely.
Nagisa whirled her eyes at the road again, releasing a groan after... No help...
In so she fished for her phone in her pocket one more time. If everything was right, then she still had Hisho's number typed in...
The girl glanced around hurriedly, making sure to not make any sudden movements with the arm concealed in her pocket. She prayed that the light from her mobile wasn't shining through her green jacket. After the preparations Nagisa began to type the message.
She exhaled staggerly. If she's caught- their chances of escape lessen.
'The park, help.' Nagisa texted, at least she hoped she did. The woman couldn't see the keyboard after all. The bluenette shivered after; Her whole body convulsed for an instant even... It was all up to Hisho now, if he's not sleeping at the moment, which was rather likely.
Gradually the park's clearing rose into view, while the teenager was fixated on her phone. In the opening stood a couple of lamp posts, poorly illuminating the clearing. Next to them was a lonely bench and a wornt out swing opposite to it. Blinded by the night's radiance, this park didn't seem welcoming in the least.
A beep...
Nagisa's eyes sheered at her hand, grasping the mobile phone in her pocket. Her movements froze for a minute, while her lips parted trembling...
Hisho...
"Hey, what the hell was that?" A furious voice proclaimed, tugging at the female's arm.
He answered... Hisho answered... The bluenette's eyes began sparkling with hope. They weren't alone anymore... Hisho will get them out of this soon. He'll find a way for sure. It was just a matter of time.
Suddenly a sharp slap woke Nagisa out of her blissful daze.
"Bitch! Who did you call?" Someone yanked her head back, pulling by the hair, making her yelp in panic. The other peeled her hands out of the jacket's pockets. And the unfortunate mobile fell out from her hold.
"No!" She shrieked, while tears formed in her eyes from the everlasting pull. Ritsu even glanced at her.
"You won't try that anymore..." The violette growled, slowly picking the phone up, then inspecting the heavy device in his hold.
"Should get some money from selling this." His companions roared in approval. While he pinched Nagisa's cheek with a devious smirk."Hee, Doll?"
"Stop it!"
"Hey, what?" A brown-haired man halted in his words, seeing Ritsu slip free from the hold. The silverette stumbled for a few steps, finally regaining balance. Quickly he dodged a couple of hands, attempting to capture him.
"Idiot, hold him down!" The violet-haired growled, noting, that the silverette tugged his scarf away.
Though the violet-haired leader still held Nagisa's face, not interfering, nor helping his comrades to deal with the arisen problem. Until his eyes widened, when Ritsu launched toward him, without faltering.
In swift movement the silver-haired slid behind Nagisa's captor, entwining his scarf on the violette's neck. Chocking him.
"Let go of her..." Ritsu hissed. That caused even Nagisa to shiver as if from a winter's breeze. She gazed at him with hope, while bending her knees and getting ready to dash away if needed.
"Ara, ara... Biting more than you can chew, eh?" The violet-haired smirked, clutching at his, what should be, strangled throat, but in reality Ritsu's hands trembled, lacking the strength he wished for.
Finally another fellow broke the teasing affair, by kicking the silverette to the side into a senile bench a few steps away from their leader. Ritsu tried to draw up again, however felt a chain suddenly cover his wrist and groaned in pain. A spell? He shot his eyes back up at the source of light flickering from the scarred, red-eyed male. He's a fighter?
"Didn't needed that. You ruined my moment." The violette with crimson-eyes huffed out, ruffling his hair for a minute, whilst enjoying the deadly contact between him and his prey-Ritsu. He smirked soon, whilst putting the silverette's checkered cloth on.
Then the man relished in his reflection from the rippling water for the next minute, before cackling out loud.
"It fit's me quite well! Kind'a cool as a souvenir from overtaking Septimal Moon! Man! Today's my lucky day!" The headmaster was picked up by abother hooded man, while the violette gave Nagisa a sensual look."Got a girl, got revenge, got some money and power pretty soon. Hah..."
The blue-haired girl blushed, turning away. Although what she didn't expected besides the burning of the cheeks, were tears... They began to flow free and decorate her face again. The tears were those of despair, showing hopelessness, that polluted her heart with no end, poisoning her thoughts as well. She feared of what's to come... But the urge to escape lost it's taste for some reason.
Right now she wished if this was all just a bad dream... Her unconscious mind's cruel game, to get her frightened after waking up. Then she would surely laugh it off, hugging the huge pink rabbit, draped in her bed and forget it... But no matter how hard Nagisa tried, for some reason she couldn't get her mind to press the waking call.
'This couldn't be real could it?' She cried to herself, feeling her arms being pressed together and tied to the bench's railing with a rough rope.
'This is not real, I'll wake up.'
'I don't want this, I don't want this. I don't want this!...'
Soon her wet pupils caught a glimpse of Ritsu through a gap of shadowed mingling creatures around her. She opened her mouth to shout out, although her voice was quickly drained out, a silent murmur only made it's way...
"Hel..."
Ritsu didn't heard it, he just saw her lips parting and closing, her eyes flooding with tears. Maybe he was too tired and warned to give an ear to the sounds around him? One thing was for sure, he barely held his body from slumping down. The silver-haired student felt an urge to fight boiling inside of him. Although it remained sealed deep within. As he continued to munch his lower lip in anger.
Ritsu feared, that he was too weak to help in any way. Besides he might make matters worse for her, if he failed too. Nonetheless the man had the rage to tear someone apart and as the former plan of throwing a rampage proved to be miserable, his only other target was himself... Ritsu wanted to scrap himself to tears, to blood, to death. Devour his remains so badly, that no one would be able recognize him. Recognize the traitor, who hadn't had the strength to defend a friend.
"Well?" The violette sneered behind him and Ritsu's body shuddered overhearing it. The leader checked the glowing restraints on his arms, before beginning to fidget with his new scarf.
"How's the view headmaster-sama? Enjoying it? Or should you need some popcorn with a soda?"
Suddenly the violette shot his eyes open with realization.
"Oh wait a minute! How could've I been so blind, the headmaster-sama must have cake... Hee?" He pinched Ritsu's cheek, when the silver-haired yanked toward the predator, wanting to shove the violet-haired off. Unluckily for him the captor moved away from Ritsu's reach zone, watching the silver-haired man wince from pain, crouching down.
"Tch, tch. Short tempered prince, eh?" The predator snickered at the sight, as his colleague called out to him.
"Hey, Onishi, is he causing trouble again? Leave him alone, don't you wanna join in the fun?"
"No..." Onishi waved to him with a warm smile, before overlooking the silver-haired and suddenly tugging at the chains, pulling him upwards.
Ritsu wavered from the force, as his legs disapproved the sudden action, dragging on the floor, instead of holding his body up.
"I got my game right here. What do you say, we have a friendly round of cat and mice? You know just before it's goodnight for yea, headmaster-sama?"
Ritsu frowned from the ache scurrying all over his body, while fighting back the flaming desire to spit to Onishi's face.
"No?!" Onishi sneered, not waiting for an answer."I think it would be a perfect idea."
All of a sudden Ritsu felt the bindings begin to fade from his arms. He glanced between them in confusion, then back at the violette's mocking eyes. When the restraints disappeared completely, Ritsu slumped back down, lazily getting to a kneeling position.
"I'll give you thirty seconds, headmaster-sama." Onishi cracked a deranged smirk."Before I start chasing you."
"Wha..." The silverette's eyes widened. But he got no further explanation, when the leader spun away from him. The only sound, that greeted his ears, where the heartbreaking sobs from Nagisa.
He couldn't take it... Couldn't see her like this anymore...
Ritsu ran away.
He limped as far as his weakened legs let him, out of the dimmed park. He eventually passed the accursed bus stop, with it's street lamp, illuminating the mud puddles and what he debated whether it was his own studded blood.
Just at that moment his head began to clear from the stress, as he noticed, that his book bag had gone missing somewhere along the way.
Ritsu only narrowed his eyes, exhaling in a hoarse voice. If he would meet Hisho again, what would he say about the lost poems, that were there?
However the silverette just shook his head, dragging his legs through the wet pavement. Not the time to be thinking about that. He had to find help. He couldn't just leave Nagisa all alone there...
As he let his feet stumble by themselves, not caring where they would lead him this night, Ritsu notted, that he was actually nearing his apartment...
'Home...' His mind confirmed, when his eyes lit up with relief from the familiar housings, surrounding him in the shallow alleys. Everything will be over in matter of seconds...
He'll forget, have a hot bath, then go to bed... Nothing more. Hell, Ritsu'll sleep in the doorstep, big problem, he didn't felt like doing anything else.
Wait? He paused for moment, as a blink of realization hit his thoughts. Was he suppose to go home? Why the hel lwas he going home?!
He began to grit his teeth.
Help! The man needed to find help for Nagisa. Not escape like a fragile rabbit let out of a cage... He wasn't like that. Ritsu had to. But all he could think at the moment was his own weariness.
He grappled his hair, shaking his head. Why was he so weak?
In truth it wasn't only his fatigue tempting him to abandon her, the fear drove him away immensely. He was scared. A weakling, who couldn't let a few bones break to save Nagisa.
Remembering, what Hisho had told him earlier, made Ritsu even more furious at himself. Friendship and trust are important to build back Septimal Moon? Caring for one another, as a family member, ignoring the differences... And working for the better of their world together... Ritsu broke that rule, when Nagisa needed him the most, he left.
"Damn it..." He gritted out, as his mind got filled with memories of the events before this hell." Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
Footsteps... They were gradually nearing...
Ritsu suddenly shot his wet eyes up from his palms, then darted into the darkness, where the sound manifested. The silver-haired man gulped at the resonating tapping, soon he hobbled in the other dirty alley, crouching below the stairs of an apartment.
The silverette frowned after he settled, while messing up his hair for a moment. Why did he had to hide in such a dirty, smelly place?
The alleyway was engulfed in darkness, there was no light source. Furthermore some boxes and broken bottles were scattered, while the corners were filled with trash. Not to mention the pavement itself drowned in water. At least the place, where Ritsu hid, was lifted on a little cement platform, just a few inches from the water level. Also from the gaps of the steps he could spot anyone, that might come before the intruder would notice.
The silverette pulled his knees close to his chin, putting his head on them. The student felt his eyes burn, while he released a lonely sob, as an addition to the raindrops symphony.
Although Ritsu had to stop his drench in pessimism, when the footsteps suddenly returned. The silverette's eyes went bloodshot, as he noted the man had purple hair. What was more, that stranger was heading to his direction.
Ritsu covered his mouth, afraid to even breath, as his heart pounded what seemed all the way through his ears.
He sat there shivering, his eyes following Onishi, who walked pass the stairs, in his slow manner. Then the violet-haired man paused, releasing a dissatisfied hum. Ritsu on the other hand huddled into a corner, trying to cover as little space as he could, whilst battling with himself to keep his breathing calm. He prayed, that he wouldn't get noticed.
And to his fortune the footfalls finally disappeared, heading in the other direction.
Ritsu stayed in his spot for a couple more minutes to make sure, there was no one in the perimeter anymore, before he cautiously peeked his head out.
Then the student dashed back at the bus stop without giving a second glance.
As he ran, Ritsu grinned at himself, Onishi missed him, was this a miracle? Or was God actually helping him for once, besides taking his mother from him, when he was twelve?
"Ah... Headmaster-sama, there you are..."
Ritsu felt his hand suddenly yank in the opposite direction, making him release a grunt. He fell down backwards, when a shining vine entwined on his wrist, ripping at his flesh.
He stared at his captor in fright, quivering.
"Thought you could escape, huh?" Onishi sneered at his prey, while waltzing closer...
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An endless chill scrapping at her. Was that the breeze or the hands? Was there any difference? It all felt bitter.
The first one just lurched and scurried on her skin, like homeless insects, searching for a home. The latter ventured inside...
Nagisa winced, begged and tried to break free. No avail...
Although everything soon came to a pause, when of the men around her collapsed on the floor. That caused the vultures to halt for an instant, Nagisa herself peered into the unexpected commotion.
"Hey, who the fuck are you?" Someone roared from the ground, eyes set to the darkened trees, where the footsteps manifested." What did you do?"
However before the blue-haired male could yell any more obscenities, a bright fire flickered, frightening them and dangerously circling toward another companion. The flame knocked him out with severe bruises.
"A spell," The swearing bluenette remarked, darting at the person striding closer."Who are you?"
"H... Hisho?" Nagisa's tearful eyes shot up, when she recognized the brown-haired figure.
The brunette overlooked the crowd with a furious expression, before landing his eyes on his scared friend again.
"You're not the only one that's a sentouki, fool!" A sudden yell, accompanied by a gush of wind came straight to Hisho, when he scarcely opened his mouth. The wind scratched at his arms and legs, eventually making him bend down, with a heavy breath.
The cyan-haired girl bit her lip, seeing the bluenette walk to her beaten friend. No... Why was this happening? Why?
"Well now, beauty, looks like your friend won't be able to help you anymore." A cracking voice evoke right to Nagisa's ear. The owner of it, leaned toward her, lacing a hand on her knee."What do you say we continue, what we started?"
She shut her eyes tightly, beginning to shudder. Although the man's plans were cancelled, when a piece of a board connected to the back of his head, making him fall. Nagisa couldn't help but crack a weak smile at her helper.
"You said you wanna continue? " Takehito snarled behind the bench, positioning the piece of wood above his head, threateningly. "Be my guest."
The opponent, trashed on the ground unable to get up from the dizziness, while the second hit landed, splattering blood on the floor. And another person, who just spotted the arisen commotion, was quickly knocked out, with a few missing teeth.
"Hey, Nagisa!" Takehito greeted, with a wink and turning away from the massacre-he couldn't handle blood after all. But the man quickly blushed seeing her naked. She didn't care about that though, suddenly wrapping her arms around him, sobbing at the male's shoulder.
Things weren't going that easilly on Hisho's side.
He was on the ground, hiding his head, while the other tried to kick him. The adolescent briskly evaded the last attack, staggering backwards.
Although his troubles hadn't ended, when the otherdrew out a pocket knife. Damn, this just wasn't his day...
The blue-haired male suddenly flung the blade for his eyes. Luckily Hisho blocked the attempt, raising his hand by pure reflex and getting only a sharp cut between his fingers.
"What?" The attacker was taken aback, by the sudden event, when Hisho wasted no time to manifest a spell, that ignited in his hand. The other tried to dodge the upcoming attack, stuttering a defensive spell, however the time was too short, as Hisho directed the fire to spread in a line separating them both.
Just when the flame illuminated, Hisho shot another bolt of shining wines without faltering for even a second. When the plants reached the blue-haired man, his consciousness blanked out. After that was settled, the student warily stood up, while sharply catching his breath.
Hisho emmited a hoarse moan after, nearly losing his stability again.
"Kaede..." He whispered, sliding his hand on the back of his neck- the source of a new surge of ache. There the name Wakeless appeared again, but this time releasing gashes of blood.
"I'm... Sorry... I-I promised we would always fight together... Guess I broke our agreement..." Hisho uncertainly lifted his head, when his face grimaced, spotting Takehito and Nagisa run toward him. "Kaede..."
"Hisho, are you alright?" Nagisa was the first one to get to the brunette, running wasn't Takehito's specialty.
The female was wearing the plump man's purple coat, which was way too big for her, the sleeves hid her arms fully, and the cloth reached below her knees. It was warm that was enough...
"I... I'm fine..." Hisho winced, nodding once, while staring at his bloody hands, one from the injury, the other from the name, after a second he remarked with a weak smirk. "Atleast you're still a virgin..."
Nagisa looked away still traumatized, suddenly beginning to fidgit with her fingers, concealed by the violet sleeves.
"Hisho..." Takehito scolded his friend, walking closer to them and taking sight of the scene before them.
Laying bodies, senile trees, cracking from every blow of the Autumn's breeze. And a lonely swing, without a companion, creaking by itself, swaying loudly as if tearing up from solitude and begging for attention. If it's annoying screeching could actually be heard,wonder, what secrets of this abandoned park would it tell?
"Where's Ritsu?"
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"Well now... Tch, tch... Headmaster-sama? Wake up... " Onishi crouched down to the laying prey. The predator poked at Ritsu's chest playfully.
"Do you hear me, come on... " Onishi sighed, cupping Ritsu's face by the chin and suddenly bringing him to a sitting position.
"My sister was one of them... The people you drove away to get your ass in a warm spot of the council. You know where she is now?" The violette hissed at his face.
"She's unfound to this day because of you." At the last words he shoved Ritsu's head down to the pavement. But thepoor preycontinued to stare at the starless sky.
"You're not going anywhere." He remarked at Ritsu's stillness, emitting a round of cackling. Then Onishi tapped Ritsu's bleeding skull for further contamination.
"I said you're not going. Hee? Still not talking? So rude, headmaster-sama."
When there was no answer, nor a response yet again. The violet-haired predator eventually drew up, his knees even cracked from kneeling for too long. After that he swiftly cleaned the bloody hand to his new scarf walking away in the process and taking out his phone.
Ritsu on the other hand, layed in the cold watered pavement. Still. Unmoving. A scarcely parted mouth.
The water was his deathbed, darkened and mingled with sludge...
Was this the end of a person, who just tried to change something for the better? Why did someone else had it so much easier than him? No, they didn't had to fight their way through to recognision, didn't lost their homes, their mother's... Didn't had their fighter taken away, and most importantly weren't laying in their own blood this night..
He wailed out, with madness crossing his eyes. Why was he so damnspecial?
The man's forehead was cracked open, showing the muscle, blood dried on his face, dressed only in a bare muddy shirt.
A mess... It was all a mess reality and his mind.
'Ok... Guess that's why it hurt's... It hurt's so much. I feel sick, sick. Sick, aghh... Oh... Are the walls red?... I lost my glasses somewhere. Agh!... Pretty walls... I wanna puke. Everything's mixing together, I can't see. Damn it... I-It hu. urts. So much...I'm begging you, pretty walls, help me, don't just watch. H-help! Help! I need to find help for Nagisa...Aaagh! But!... I'm sleepy... Maybe... After I-I rest... Red. No. No, Nagisa!
Ritsu shifted his gaze to the side. A dull, empty expression.
The silver-haired overlooked a detached, discharge pipe. The eyes lingered on it for a while in fascination of a toddler. Slowly his fingers extended to lace it cautiously. He gripped it then, after making sure it doesn't do harm...
'Nagisa... I-I'm so sorry... I want to protect you... Uh. It hurts... '
He stood up, when his eyes glided, examining his surroundings like an anxious animal, that lurched out of his habitat... His right leg dragged behind unable to lift itself, while he pitifully staggered forward.
'I'll defend her...'
The blood scattered from his head...
'Nagisa... I'll defend her...'
The annoying scream echoed, when Ritsu brought the drain down on Onishi again...
'I'm defending her...'
The silverette continued to lace the red marks all around the violette's body, shedding the saturated liquid on the walls. Onishi practically roared, though it was cut off shortly, when...
'I'm defending myself...'
Finally the annoying yell faded, the violette's eyes went dark...
'I'm defending myself...'
There was no more movement, no reflex, regardless...
'I'm defending myself...'
The predator's body had signs of inner bleeding, it was especially noticeable from the blackened spots on his arms, that were broken and shifted oddly from trying to defend. The face was bloody and swollen. While a few of his teeth were scattered on the pavement, fallen from the bleeding muscle, that once held them in place... He bit down on his tongue because of the impact too. Now it lay outstretched from the bloody mouth... Furthermore The nose seemed to be a little curved to the side, as his smashed in eyes stared above as if the sky was a theater...
Ritsu still...
'I'm defending myself... '
'I'm only defending myself.'
"Ritsu, what are you doing?!"
His actions haulted, when the man landed the weapon for the final time, beginning to tremble... There were more?
"Ritsu!"
He peeked behind himself guardedly, as the eyes diyed in fear. There stood Hisho, Nagisa weeping with a covered mouth and Takehito looking for a place to hurl into.
"Ritsu..." The brunette took a step closer to the massacre. He extended his clean hand.
The silver-haired student didn't took the arm, as a nice gesture. He staggered backwards, wanting to run. Though the male fell down next to the corpse, when his legs finally gave up.
The poor, lost prey began to stammer gibberish after...
Everything was red, wherever he landed his eyes upon. It was all bright red...The prey was scared again.
"AAAH! P-p-please don't kill me!"
But to Ritsu's surprise, he felt not a new surge of pain, but a pair of arms, pulling him closer into an embrace...
"Ritsu... It's us... Don't you recognise me anymore?" Hisho whispered, landing his chin on the man's shoulder the silverette's pupils watered...
"Calm down... It's over, Ritsu. You know we won't hurt you..."
Takehito's face regained it's radiance, that was lost from seeing his friend accomplish a bloodshed. The dark-haired man smiled, hearing Ritsu begin to sob, while clutching Hisho's back.
"Ah..." Nagisa tried breaking the eerie atmosphere, feeling her sanity crippling." 's up for a hospital?"
"Yea, totally, I think I vomitted my dinner. We'll get some snacks on the way as well!" Takehito perked up.
" that!"
"Not snacks? Than what?"
"I think Ritsu's leg's broken, besides his head..."
"Oh... I just noticed..." The dark-haired male tapped his cheek... "Well look on the bright side, that means a vacation from the university! What do you say to that, Ritsu? By the way, you could've made the message more understandible. "
"Let's get going..." Hisho agreed instead, cutting Takehito off. In the meantime he helped the silverette to his feet. After a moment Hisho turned to his friends walking ahead in the distance.
"Oh... And mental note guys..." The brunette called out to them. "From now on we're sleeping in my dorm after parties."
They nodded and Hisho emmited an unneasy breath. There was nothing more to be done about the corpse, they'll have to hire someone to carry it out, so no one would notice...
As the brown-haired man walked, he shifted Ritsu's weight further on himself, sparing him a glance as well.
The silverette seemed quite dead...
Just empty eyes set to his dangling legs...
The prey, that stumbled into the beast's territory...
But, when you think about it, the lostbeing'smask shattered with time, holding sinful eyes underneath. It was all just animal instinct.
Irrationality.
The tale of apredatorandprey...
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Click.
'That night, Minami Ritsu beated a person beyond recognition, you could hardly recreate the face in the mess.
I understand this case oddly. Minami Ritsu was pushed into irrationality, despair... Given the circumstances how horribly he was treated and mocked. Especially, when he lost hope to change the matter at hand, Ritsu became desperate. You could say it was a critical situation, you live or you die.
In so the brain failed to function. He couldn't think clearly because of stress of the whole matter and the injury in his head. This allowed animal instict to take it's toll.
As you all know we people have two parts of the brain, that fight among one another. Consciousness and subconsciousness. And Id- or simply instinct is located in the vast subconsciousness, which can take control over a human's mind quite easily.
And because of that, we can't actually blame him, because his actions and his irrationality were triggered. Ritsu would never hurt another person!...
At least. That's what I used to believe... But now, that I have clear evidence how badly he treated his student Agatsuma Soubi, I came to doubt that it was just irrationality... Or in Agatsuma-san's case only a method of teaching...
I think Ritsu enjoyes making others suffer...
But why? He himself witnessed horrors in his childhood, when his father lost the line between mourn and obsession over his wife's death. Ritsu saw thousand of others. He even wanted to change the rules of Septimal Moon in order to terminate the unfairness that the other children faced!
So why in the world does he enjoy torturing? I can't let myself call it anything else... He raped his own student, that's enough of a fact... Can there really be such a diverse personality built in one person?
Are those hidden emotions and separation of his mind, the thing, that he desperately tries to hide? '
A cracking sound...
A knock.
'Hisho, you in here? Hisho?'
'Ah... Y-yes come in Nagisa... Oh Ritsu's here too...'
Rummage...
'You called, we came... So what's the problem, Hisho?'
Shutting of the drawer.
'Ah... That's right I need your help. There is a guest, who just informed me of coming, he's waiting in the garden and I would...'
Static...