The second half has finally been completed and like the first was originally suppose to be divided into two parts so that's the reason its long if you're wondering! Sorry for the wait, its hard to balance this and balance school work, plus I waited a whole week to accept the final ocs, and didn't work on the story that week because it might've effected my writing of this one later. Thank you all for your submissions, however I wasn't able to accept all of them so I apologize and wish your ocs can find a place in the other struggling oc stories that I can't help but weep and pray for. (T-T)'
Anyway, onto the reviews! Thanks for your support!
Reviews:
PowerPlayer:
Thanks, I was going for a distinct cast. Kenzo's case is a mystery for now. Chiyome is one of my favorites. Ask for what's my number one and you'll get nothing but silence or deliberate dodging the question! Hopefully, the concern will diminish as you read this chapter!
The Golden Radiant Hare:
The arrogant game player does sound about right but its actually an understatement which you'll find out eventually! Can't be expressed into words at the moment!
SHSLJester:
And I'll make sure it stays wonderful throughout the story. Tell me. Is this soon enough?
2LaZ2login:
I. THANK. YOU. UNKNOWN ENTITY!
ShadedLyht:
Me too! See for yourself in this chapter.
BlueTanaka:
Mmhmm, I am really satisfied with every accepted ocs including yours. Wish I done her justice.
Omakin:
Glad you think its really cool and I desire what happens next excites you though you might be so in another way.
Shyjoker:
Hehehe... Washi... That can mean a lot of things, I wonder which one you're referring to that's so comical. Also he might remind you of someone, but he's an entirely different person. For what does Hayato needs sympathy for? Curious! As for Chiyome, I hope so too as well! Isao is a neutral existence and can't be labeled by anything right now! ...Megumi! :D ...Certainly, Kenzo's lolling in a slaking posture does show him being too lax. ...As for the last one... I don't need to say anymore except let more havoc rain!
DoctorTDespair:
Well, well, Dr. "Terminator" Despair! My bad...! T-T How nice to read from you again! Just so happens I also try to picture them in my head too so I know how exactly you feel! If I couldn't then writing would be most difficult! Yeah, I know! How long his secrets take to uncover, well the game is no fun if its founds out right away so it'll probably be a while. Stop! If you keep flattering me I might blush! Sad indeed, but I'll do my best to turn their misery into sheer entertainment, you can count on that!
SlyKingFrost:
Aw, shucks! I attempt the best to please! :D It's more fun and easier to write ocs when I actually like them so I'm glad my writing is to your liking!
mpjindustries:
Your example takes those three words out of context. The first part is Kenzo's recollection from his infiltration into the academy while leaning against the chair and his feet on the desk. That's why he said the words, "I have arrived." Those words are quoting what he said. It wasn't a mistake of past and present tense. Also, the exact moment I release it, I spend up to twenty minutes, and do a final proof read for any minor errors and because I prefer to read on my phone screen. So you must've read it exactly or close when it was release which is strange since the website menu doesn't update until after a longer time has passed so that's odd. I won't deny my grammer mistakes. Improving or not. Also, apologies, submissions were closed a while ago.
Harukawa Ayame:
How was a day's worth of wait fancy you?
I've kept you waiting long enough so lets get onto reading! Enjoy!
Introduce the Students II
"Mnn~... Zzz... ...Zzz... Mm, nmmm... Hm?" I opened my eyes slowly letting out a long yawn while lightly scratching my stomach. "That was a nice nap~"
Taking a half-hearted look around the surroundings of the gymnasium, I turn my head side to side noticing something or should I say some ones are missing?
"Hey, are my eyes not functioning fully or are you guys not here?" I asked.
No one responds... Which means... those people have disappeared- What's that over there?
It's that piece of paper Koto had on her. The front showed the instructions she told us about, however on the bottom right had two words that looked like it was just written in black ink. The words says, "Turn Over." I did as the piece of paper's added instruction told me to do... There's even more writing...
If you're reading this, you've awoken and no one else is around. We regained conscious and attempted to wake you up however you... had... bizarre self defense reflexes that... I'm not going to describe in details nor will you ask me about it! Piece of advice! Go see a damn therapist! ...Anyway, after Hideyoshi came back, she informed us that we weren't the only ones trapped here. There are eight more Super High School Level students like us to be precise. Those eight decided it be better to investigate the whole area instead of staying inside this gymnasium. Since the lights are now on out there, we agreed and are heading over to meet them before searching for an exit. You should do the same once you feel well enough to move around. ...Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't write this message to you because I wanted to or anything like that. It would've been a pain to hear you complain about us leaving you without a word. Nothing more.
Bakushu
Ah, Washi is my sunshine of delight... So this explains their nonconsensual disappearance on me. More students are here apparently. Well, the more the merrier for me to play with and I don't even care if I have to introduce myself again. Because... Just thinking of all the fun we could possibly have...
"Kekeke~!"
I can hardly wait!
Feeling the joy of how one gets more eight presents from celebrating Hanukkah in addition to Christmas, I rise up to my feet getting off the floor, and walk out of the gymnasium.
Exiting out of the recreation center, I see the lights are back on like the letter mentioned.
The walls are gray, close to silver if the lights on the ceiling were to shine any brighter on the surface. Same can be said with the brown square, tile flooring that can be nearly close to bronze. It seems there are a lot more surveillance cameras but of course that's to be expected. There's more metal plating on all the windows, a couple random portraits hanging on the wall, and a broken digital wall clock.
Going straight or right leads to a solid wall so that's out of the question.
Turning left, I walk straight through a hallway, and pass through an active outdoor water fountain in the center. Couldn't have been running the first time I passed through here, otherwise I would've heard the sound of water gently pouring out from the water distribution, and falling down the tiers into the basin. Eventually, I reach a four way intersection which gives me options of where to start.
From a quick gaze at the three directions, there's now no doubt in my mind that this is a school I find myself trapped in.
Not mattering what direction, I turn left. There's a single hallway leading to a set of stairs leading up to the next floor however they're blocked by metal shutters preventing me to advance any further. Might as well be a dead end if not for the sign above spelling out 'School Store' halfway between.
Making my entrance and pass the store's door to see what await me. A carpet looking like a rainbow I think. More like throw-up with that distasteful design but in a practical way. In front of me, is a clear counter with loads of merchandise that reached pass its total occupancy? There are several random objects like a small black and white vending machine. Mostly stuff I could find as winnable prizes in one of those carnivals, or commoner festivals I call those ball toss or shoot the duck type of games. For a school store, it gets points for being unique and bizarre as school stores can possibly be.
*RUMBLE* *RUMBLE*
Hm?
I heard the sound coming from the back of the counter.
"Hey, anyone there!" I shouted. "Come on out. I won't bite."
At least in the way you're expecting...
In response to my call, the sound grew louder and closer with every second. Coming from outside the counter was a boy walking on all fours.
The body shape of this boy is average but is slightly skinny. He has long disheveled hair that covers his left eye. The color of his hair is black with white highlights on his right side of his face. He has an oblong face, a small nose, and smooth cheeks. His appearance is the reminiscence to that of a cat having soft cat-like yellow eyes, cute little fangs that come out of his mouth, sharp fingernails, and a bell collar around his neck. He wears a black under armor with no sleeves on it; gray jeans; a long black belt with metal holes on it, and that it's made to look like he has a tail. Black and white canvas shoes; a long black glove on his right hand and a black wristband on his left hand.
"..." He rose up to his feet, then proceeded to stare me down as if he was being extra cautious for some reason.
"You're from the new group of eight, aren't you? I'm from the other group. Have you met them already? No matter. My most important question right now is..."
"I'm Sharaku Nyekozumi, I'm Super High School Level Pet Psychic or as you like to call it, Anyimal Communyicator, nyan." He interrupted, speaking in a rough and raspy tone.
Sharaku Nekozumi
Super High School Level Pet Psychic
There's not much info I have on this sort of person since his talent isn't particularly in my general area of interest. Supposedly, he's a person who claims to communicate psychically with animals like animal communicators or animal psychologists though is considered a psychic nonetheless. I don't believe in that psychic stuff merely finding it cute for kicks and a good laugh like magic tricks, however... if a scout from Kibougamine recruited this boy then I'll keep an open mind because there might be more to him than what meets the eye. Plus, the fact that he as a male willingly speaks like a cat so natural and appears like one on a regular basis is amusing.
"The names Kenzo Kurenai. Let's get along shall we?" I began to extend my hand close to his.
"...The eyes of a nyonybeliever, nyan?" Sharaku carefully observed.
"Huh?" I instinctually pulled my hand back.
Why did I pull my hand back just now?
"Nyo matter where or who the people are, they tend to have that look in their eyes saying I'm a fraud which nyever surprises me, nyan... However, some people here are more acceptant or at least willing to open up to the idea of my talent being genyuinye, nyan. You fall between the linyes of nyot believing and willing to open up to the idea, nyan."
"..."
Does that make me more of an idealist or a realist, I wonder?
"I'll repay you in kind by nyot believing in your words but willing to open up to the idea of them."
This one is a pretty blunt and distrustful fellow. He really is like a cat not just on the outside but also on the inside.
"Thanks, I guess. Here's to a totally honest relationship between classmates." I raised an imaginary glass. "Right, Neko-chan?"
"...Nyeko-chan?" Sharaku tilted his head emotionless.
"Problem?" I imitated his action.
"...Nyo." He ventured back deep inside the store disappearing on sight without a word of goodbye.
That was... inconsiderate, but I can count on him to keep things amusing for a while.
After taking some time to explore what the school store had to offer, I left the room returning back to the intersection.
This time I head straight which if I done so first would be turning a right. Going past a boy and girl's school restroom on the way, the area I find myself in now is a classroom section.
I keep to a straight path while noticing how the dark green lockers were slightly rusted and classrooms have been all boarded up in chains and locks. Unfortunately, I cannot help but feel boredom regardless of the difference in appearance, because this area still feels like an actual regular school. An actual boring school and not the welcoming pressure of the high school I felt previously at Kibougamine.
"Just walking through normality like this, the air might as well be miasma." I grumbled annoyingly under my breath.
Turning around the corner, I turn right to see a girl who has an usually looking relaxed expression on her face. Her hair is black in color with green tints, and the bangs are poorly kept out of her face by a orange plus-shaped hairclip on the left side of her head opposed to the orange minus-shaped hairclip which is on the right side. The hair is long in length, stopping at the upper base of her back, and has eyes of dark purple. She wears a black blazer over a white shirt with grey stripes. On the shirt are three buttons with a plus, minus, and equals sign on them. She also wears a black office skirt with blue numbers plastered all over it, and grey designer boots on her feet.
I decide to walk up to her. She notices me as I get closer.
"Oh, another one..." She spoke with an obvious amount of boredom in her voice. "...Hello. If you were wondering, it's Yukiko Minami."
Yukiko Minami
Super High School Level Mathematician
So that's the Super High School Level Mathematician who after many years earning incredible grades and winning in many competitive scholastic events was accepted here... Have to admit, I expected if anyone had that type of talent, it would be a nerdy boy with freckles all over his body and big round glasses wearing suspenders and speaking in a high squeaking voice... She however is... far better than I could ever hope! Gifted brains and cool beauty! If she's an excellent cook to boot, then she be my ideal girl! ...However, I'm getting ahead of myself, there's obviously much more factors to consider before assuming one's destined partner. People are more than numbers and letters after all. Gifted ones that is...
"Hey, when you said, another one? You meant student?"
"...Yeah, I guess you can say that. ...However, there's only a limited amount of words to describe people... completely unimpressive and uninteresting..."
"..."
This girl...
"No offense. I mean it."
And I believe you from that sincere tone in your voice just now.
"So whatcha doing?"
"If its any of your business, I was about to open this classroom door." Yukiko pointed to one labeled Class 0-13. "Unlike the rest, there's no chains stopping people from entering so its worth opening." She opened and entered inside the room.
"Wait." I followed after her.
This room I enter is in a complete wreck, bathed in dry red. There're scratches all over the walls, floor, and chalkboard. Not one chair and desk was upright, most where broken apart in pieces. Wrecked computers and electronics. At the very least, they're some that aren't completely broken. The only equipment unscathed are the monitors and security cameras, from the looks of it were built-in recently. The room has a powerfully foul stench that spreads throughout the classroom. On the bright side, its better than the air I breathed in previously. Not to mention more interesting...
"This room..." Her toned changed to a slightly louder, more cheerful tone. "How stimulating~!"
I see... To be intoxicated by a room such as this makes one thing clear.
After letting her soak in the scenery for a little while, I decide to speak up.
"I understand the type of person you are. One who gets easily bored with the world around them. More so people in general. There's nothing wrong with thinking like that and the way you get off from such an unordinary sight. We're pretty much alike in that factor, however there's a big notable difference between you and I."
"..." Her mood quickly switched back to normal. "That being-"
"-Your world is like a river and mine is the entire ocean. You shouldn't have this level of boredom until you've seen more of what the world has to offer. I'm sure you'll be interested in something or someone for a while at the very least if you open up your mind a little. Doing so and with a group of Super High School Levels here together, you can drown in ecstasy perhaps. That's what I'm hoping for myself to happen... Thankfully, you have me especially here which guarantees fun and excitement whenever I'm around~!"
"Oh, is that so?" Yukiko glowered at me. "What is your name?"
"Kenzo Kurenai."
"Kurenai-kun..." Her expression turned into a slight smile. "I expect you to back up those words."
"You can count on it!" I playfully rubbed her hair. "Keke, I'll open you to a new world just wait and see!"
"Hopefully, you can prove me wrong. Forgiveness will not be accepted." She coldly spoke yet gently moved my hand aside and exited out the classroom.
There's nothing else to see here, so I left too. I continue onto the path which was like a square frying pan or a perfectly aligned big dipper brought me back close to start. I return to the four way intersection in the center. I'm now left to go one direction. Straight.
There's two doors ahead on my right. I head to the one closest to me with the sign 'Infirmary' above.
I walk into what appears to a room with no pizzazz, the room is in spotless white condition with a row of colorless hospital beds. They are separated by sky blue cubicle curtains with a light, green treatment table to the side. The ceiling lights bright dimly matching the shut in scenery of the steel plating that blocked a possible great outside view. There are light gray desks, office chairs, cabinets of medical supplies, and complex machinery that only an expert in the medicine field should handle for obvious reasons.
"Ah, why hello there." A formal and polite voice greeted me.
The source came from a golden brown haired girl with both side bangs being tied into two braids, and round big glassy glasses over her green teal eyes. She has milky white skin wearing a lab coat costumed with very oversized and long sleeve with zippers on the holes, sporting it halvely under her shoulders, a yellow turtleneck sweater, dark brown vest, dark brown mini pencil skirt, light brown strip socks and brown mary janes. A four clover ring is chained under her neck. She also has bandages on her arm, and fingers.
"And hello to you too. Exactly what brings you to dull plain room that could use some flowers to brighten the scenery."
"I was checking the medical supplies and only just finished. We don't know how long we'll be staying here or when a causality might happen so its better to know what we have than be sorry latter on. ...Also, I don't know about that... I grew up with a scenery like this so the feeling is sort of numb to me."
Preparing for the worse is such a common losing trait though in this case she may have a point.
"We'll put interior decorating on hold for now. Let's minge! My name is Kenzo Kurenai, Super High School Level ?...! And yours?"
"Super High School Level ?...? That sounds like it'll be too complex to go into detail so I won't ask." She stated. "Well, my name is Cinnamon Karakuri, the Super High School Level Doctor. Not feeling well? Don't hesitate to come by and visit me to see whether I can fix you just right."
Cinnamon Karakuri
Super High School Level Doctor
Ah, yes, the famous Karakuri Hospital. It treats any injured patients in need with cut of the line medical supplies and knowledge out of reach to the public general hospitals. With the funding it gains from their patrons, they can very much afford to be charitable. Director Karakuri, head of that hospital has only one child, a daughter. That must be her. Though his connections, resources, and the pull he had around the community of his field, he was able to have her daughter gain special training and treatment to become a doctor. Though this unorthodox method, starting her training at a young age, she was able to gain an official bachelor's degree by the age of twelve. To be one, at such a young age is a most impressive feat. Despite, the praise and respect she deserves given to her... With a name like hers, I might as well have a little fun~
"Cinnamon… the aromatic spice of a Southeast Asian tree." I defined as I close the gap between us.
"E-Eh?" Her eyes widened in shock.
"Kekeke~" I took and grabbed her two hands with both of mine. "'Cinnamon'... Which causes my insides to become spicy hot filled with unquenchable desires that drive me to the brink of insanity..." I said while removing one hand, circling around her back with an outstretched arm into a tight embrace. 'Cinnamon'... I want to warmly wrap around a certain 'Cinnamon' champagne ball python near an enclosed fire place and never let her go~" I then used my other hand, lightly traced around her lips with my finger. "'Cinnamon'... That sweet and savory flavor I just want to passionately savor to my hearts content..."
This whole imprisonment situation has thrown me somewhat off my game and if I don't hit on at least one of the pretty, gem rate girls here without little effort then I'll have to put my whole sexuality into question.
"O-Oh deary, dear. You must be quite the charmer. You certainly have a way with words." Cinnamon put on a forced smile slightly abashed. "I bet you're the type of gentleman who compliments every girl he comes across."
"Only the ones who catch my interest." I removed my hand off her lips only to slide across her cheek. "The rest are mere common courtesy out of my selfless kindness."
And pity...
"Which one am I?"
"Can't you tell?" I cooed whispering into her ear.
"I-I'm flattered at your advances, I'm afraid I already have someone that I believed to be the one. " Her body begun to shake and her smile looked as if it was on the verge of crumbling as she begun reaching for her pockets. "So I appreciate if you let go before... I take matters into my own hands."
That sounds like a threat...
"That's okay." I nonchalantly released her. "This was only a greeting and nothing more."
If I actually wanted to try at least halfheartedly, you be putty in my hands and be bending over like a bitch in heat. Choose the right crappy lines, and like in most eroge you can get any woman to do whatever you want as long as you're good looking like me. ...That also applies to normal girls. The talented ones however are exceptional to this little fact depending on said person.
"I know. I was... partially aware you weren't serious about hitting on me, and were only teasing me about my name in your own way. Is a strange name, is it not? My dear mother named me like that."
"Yeah, some parent these days are giving children such flashy names. At least you weren't named something ridiculous like Cloud or Angel..."
"Though, I have to admit yours was a new one compared to... what the others said... and not in an entirely bad way. Those words and that tone of voice made my heart beat like crazy, if only my beloved done the deed, I'm certain my knees would cave."
"Really?" I gave a coy smile.
"Regardless..." Cinnamon frowned neutrally at me. "I like for you to refrain from doing such actions. What you said could be considered sexual harassment and despite you were kidding around, I have a low tolerance for perversion behavior and jokes. I'm not mad but I will be in the future if attempted again, so that's why I'm warning you right now. Please behave appropriate and I believe we can be decent classmates and perhaps friends. Got it?"
"...I'll think about it."
"Good. I wish you luck for when you find that special someone." Cinnamon resumed her friendly smile and started to depart.
"However..." I stopped her movement with an outstretched hand. "Here's a warning of my own. When there's something I want, I take. And when there's something that's unavailable, nothing changes except maybe a little more of a challenge which I'll welcome gladly. Understand what I'm saying, my little cinnamon roll?"
"Ahaha, that's a bit unwise to say..." Cinnamon smiled awkwardly in discomfort.
"Then how about I use a little action instead? You know what they say. Actions speak louder than words."
"I think you'll regret that..."
"We'll see~" I moved my hand aside allowing her to leave. "Only the future can tell."
She said nothing as she left. I wait a bit to make sure she's gone. Wouldn't want to meet her again too soon after our... intimidate encounter...
Once feeling its alright, I go over to the room next door over labeled 'Library'.
Opening the door, I enter a room entirely filled in green-blue texture. It has columns of wooden bookshelves filled with a good deal of books containing many fiction and nonfiction pieces of literature. They have several different types of genre for numerous people to enjoy. On a wooden rack, filled with old newspapers, pamphlets, and magazines that are out of date, seemly like their sole purpose is only for decoration purposes. There is a blue triangle pattern carpet area in the corner that has a plush green sofa and pillows.
Eventually, looking through the different wooden columns, I find someone.
She has long wavy silky ombre pink hair with purplish highlights that reaches her lower back, dark green eyes, rosy red cheeks, subtle pink lip gloss on her lips. Her body has a skinny svelte frame, slightly tanned white skin and she has a birthmark in the shape of a lily on her right hand. She wears a vintage light red tea length wedding like dress with a black ribbon bow sash and tails behind her, black translucent stockings, gladiator maroon heels, a silver heart pendant necklace with a diamond in the middle, a rose bracelet with red roses on her right wrist, a nameplate silver bracelet with two letters on her left wrist and an artificial red rose hairband.
"Hey, beautiful." I called out to her. "My, my. What an elegant outfit you got on."
She turned, noticing my presence.
"Hello!" She spoke in a bubby and sweet tone. "I know I look dainty but please don't hesitate to scoff at me or criticize me. My fashion sense is said to be really really unique."
"Nonsense, it certainly fits you well in all the right places~"
"Tee-hee. Why thank you, you're so nice!"
Hmm...
"Well, its introduction time, I'm Kenzo Kurenai."
"Oh goodness, did I forget to introduce myself!? What a terrible thing to do~! As most know already, I'm the Super High School Level Light Novelist, Benibara Ono! Let's get along, pretty boy?" She playfully winked.
Benibara Ono
Super High School Level Light Novelist
Beninara Ono... Called the princess of youth literature, encouraging thousands of young male teens to pursue an interest in reading through sheer looks alone. She started in elementary school, as a hobby she would write short stories in school and post stories of fantasy and romance online under the pen name Kissuka Aihara which match the letters on her bracelet. She received followers online, and supporters from her friends, family, and teachers to hone her skills as her potential was immense. In middle school, she entered a novice novel writing contest and won first place by submitting a romance novel that was so relatable and groundbreaking that it got turned into a best selling light novel, and eventually earned her an award for youngest teen novel author. She continued writing and typing other stories becoming a success throughout her middle school and high school years.
"Hey, hey, pretty boy~" Benibara clung herself around my arm. "Since we have some free time, I want to get to know more about you. Tell me about your interests, your likes and dislikes, what you seek in a girlfriend? Stuff like that. You don't mind, right?"
"..."
"Hm, what's wrong? Did I say something strange?"
"First, pretty boy doesn't do me justice. I'm devilishly handsome at the very least! Second... Mind dropping the charade already?"
"Eh?"
"I've seen pure-looking idols put on a better act. There's no point in continuing your masquerade in front of me. Cease at once, it fails to entertain me in the slightest." I sighed not hiding my annoyance.
"Um, devilishly handsome? I think you're mistaken- Kyah!?"
At that moment, I thoughtlessly cop a feel. Impressive in more ways than one I'll admit, I felt no signs of any plastic surgery work done.
"As expected, those D's are all natural. I'm not quite sure what feels better, the fabric of your dress or the softness of what lies underneath. Keh, what am I saying? Obviously the ladder!"
It's all about the sweet sensation you get off of it and their reactions after all.
"S-Stop..." Benibara weakly pleaded.
"Hm, where else should I play with on that fine figure of yours? How about-?"
"I-I said stop!" Benibara spoke angrily, slapping my hand off her, her tone changed very casually and sort of bitchy. "You're certainly no Prince Charming! That much is crystal clear!"
So she finally ceased that façade along with that innocent seductive voice of hers. I almost regret exposing it, normally I toy around a bit until I get bored, but...
"There we go. Showing your true colors now... Was that so hard?"
"Creep! If only those kidnappers didn't take my pocket Taser, I use it on full blast on you right now!"
"Now, now. Don't you feel better not having to put on that ditz act of yours? I happen to like you more this way."
"...There's no need to act in front of you since I know the type of guy you are. An arrogant narcissistic pervert who cares nothing about others and only puts himself above everyone else."
"Wow, that's quite the understatement, but I'm flattered nonetheless. And you forgot devilishly handsome!"
"I couldn't care less what you think. Though, I'll admit you're the first person to successfully see though my persona, I don't intend on breaking character, I have my own reasons to act this way. You could never understand."
"Wanna try Beni-hime~?"
"No, and don't try to blackmail me, I doubt anyone will believe you over a pretty innocent girl like me. Even if you manage to, you don't want to know the wrath a mob of angry fans would unleash upon you..." Benibara suddenly started to tear up. "*Sniffle* *Sniffle* H-He... h-he... did baddy bad things to me...!" She then took a short breath. "And scene... You'll spend every moment wondering when it'll come or when it'll end."
"As tempting as it is to have thousands of young men want a piece of me... I never had the intention in doing so. Rest assure, your secret is safe with me. I'm sure you have good reasons."
"You better~!" Benibara whispered in a cutesy singsong voice, walking off.
That level of false affection can effectively make my heart skip a beat slightly. Her acting is something to be feared unless you're me.
No one else is here...
"Which gives me no reason to stick around." I said, leaving the library.
I continue walking straight until I reach the sign 'Auditorium' on my three o'clock. Back to start, huh? Excepted... I remember closing the door on the way out. Right now, the doors are wide open. Curiosity compels me to take another look.
...It's surprising how a room you were in can change so much after a short period time has passed. Or perhaps enough time has passed to make this possible? The red chairs and the black coffins in the room are all scattered around with minor damage compared to the rest of the room, especially the stage which has more cracks than the road of yellow brick. Walls are scratched and scraped like a mini tornado hit the place. The lights shut off abruptly for a couple seconds before turning back on except they're flickering at random now. The room is in a total wreck. What a complete dump! Who or what could've done-
"Why hello there?" A silvery tranquil voice echoed throughout the auditorium. "What a tragedy the state of this room had become however there was no helping it. Wouldn't you agree?"
A thin built male with a light peaches-and-cream complexion wearing black half-rimmed, oval-shaped glasses making him look very intelligent. He has neatly short black hair which some hang downwards just above his deep vivid blue eyes and the back is tied in a long ponytail. As for his clothing, wears a buttoned silk, midnight blue dress shirt underneath his lightly tan ecru cotton trench coat with a detachable d ring belt reaching down his knees, black denim jeans, and a peace symbol on both sides of his jet black flats.
"You..."
"Yes?"
"Did you do this?"
"What an impressive deduction you made." He admitted it with a modest smile. "I'm curious how you were able to come to that witty conclusion."
"You do, do you...?"
I see no form of weapons on him yet he caused all this damage somehow... With his bare hands perhaps!? I pegged him as the pacifist honor student type from his appearance! What monstrosity am I dealing with!? I'm... I'm so excited...!
"All kidding aside, that earthquake really did on a number on the place. I'm concerned how long it'll take it fix this place up. Maybe if we all pitch in then..."
Oh, he was joking... Of course I already knew that. After all, he's...
Anyway, an earthquake happened, what are the odds? Must've happened when I was napping...
"So what brings you here?"
"Nothing of importance, just plain intuition. Something didn't feel right when I first left this room so I came back for some closure is all."
I'll be the judge of that...
"If its no bother, I believe now is as good time as any to introduce ourselves. My name is Zenji Ryuzaki, and I've been selected to be the Super High School Level Negotiator. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Zenji Ryuzaki
Super High School Level Negotiator
...How rare. I don't recall any info on this person. None at all. Well, its nothing to make a big deal out of, not every student is able to make the thread so I'll have to go by what I have on him from our current encounter. His amiable voice is soothing like chime bells yet he retains a professional, solemn tone. I wouldn't call that anything special. ...Guess that's part of being the Super High School Level Negotiator. No more like the Super High School Level Serenity if that even flies as a talent. There is one thing I do know...
"Hey, friendly piece of advice out of the little sympathy I have for people like you. When we return to Kibougamine, I suggest you drop out immediately. When one of those scouts decided to recruit someone like you, they must've been either drunk or high because they f*cked up big time."
"..." Zenji remained with his calm smile in response.
"I've meet countless talented individuals in my life, and gained a pretty great sense in telling how talented others are on an accurate scale. Those who are gifted give off a different pressure from the rest. Compared to all of them, I don't sense anything special from you. I can usually sense how weak the normies really are, you however I don't feel anything at all. The reason is you're just so weak that you're very existence is an enigma and even difficult to acknowledge. I have no interested in the weak. Someone like you doesn't belong in our- no my world. No matter how hard you try with pretty words like effort, sheer talent is the fact of life. If you don't have talent, you're a nobody. You should give up and not delay the cruel reality that lies before your very eyes."
"...I won't accept."
"Huh?"
"I truly appreciate your concern, however I won't accept. I don't share your opinion about the whether I'm talented enough to be here. I'm here and that's enough for me. I don't care who's special or who's weak. I'm well aware how I'm not like you or the other Super High School Levels. I'm an ordinary person. That's perfectly fine because I choose to walk a different path. I'm merely a person who'll be a supporter of their light from within in shadows. Even yours, I'll be your guide, your foundation, and your cage if necessary..."
Well, this is what I get for trying to be a nice person and sympathizing with the weak... Am I getting soft or something? Saying all that profound stuff... People who can only talk big really piss me off!
"Alright, I'll allow you to stay in my world if you feel that strongly about it. Rejoice on how generous I can be. However you'll have to prove your own worth someday in the future, and if you manage to ruin the atmosphere the academy gives off, I'll drive you out myself with the power of Kurenai at my disposal!"
"Kurenai, as in... the Kurenai Corporation..." Zenji spoke with zero enthusiasm.
"Oh, right, did I forgot to mention my name is Kenzo Kurenai?"
"I see... Please excuse me." Zenji dismissed himself.
...When he doesn't have that reassuring smile of his on, I noticed that he maintains a noble mature image. Thinking about his mentality, it makes me wonder if he's really an adult in his mid to late twenties.
Exiting out the auditorium, I resume back going forward seeing a 'Motel' sign above and decide to head there next. Along the way, there was a double red door across the auditorium, I tried opening them but they wouldn't budge.
I notice how the beautiful this area is. A theme of scarlet wallpaper with gold markings, the bronze portraits melts perfectly into the background, and the rugs being a lovely shade of crimson ties the whole place together.
Close to the entrance, around the right cornor is two elevators facing each other which by my guess must lead the other floors of this motel. I attempt to press both elevators buttons, both up and down but no results. On its ten o'clock, there a single baby blue colored door. I open the door.
This room is a... laundry room where clothes are washed I believe. My first time seeing one in real life. Let's see... like other laundry rooms I heard about, this one is equipped with automatic washing machines, clothes dryer, and large basins called laundry tubs, and ironing boards. Oh... Also storage cabinets, countertops, and, a small number of sewing machines. Does this teal colored room have everything relating to cleaning? I do not know and never wish to know.
"Ah, finally removed that hideous stain off my shirt. Now, you don't need to feel guilty about the whole matter. " A male voice spoke with a very polite manner sounding full of respect.
The person's voice I heard before me is a handsome young man who adheres mostly to the typical look of a part-time male model. He has bleached-brown hair with a little black thickness mixed in his roots heavily suggesting its his natural hair color and has slightly tan skin. He has a lean build to his body and a thin face, his eyes are bright purple. He wears a dark-brown suit with a white collared shirt and scattered silver jewelry consisting of a piercing on his left ear, a ring on each hand, and a silver chain necklace.
"Frankly, I needed to make sure you had no reason for gettin back at me over that accidental slip up." Another voice spoke pretty lazy with her words. "You weren't the intended target."
She has pale almost porcelain skin with a lithe build, though she is slightly more on the lanky side. She has naturally half-lidded copper colored eyes and sharply shaped eyebrows. On the outer point of her right eye she has five small tattoos of a chain of hot pink four pointed stars that continue horizontally to her hairline. The girl has unruly hair that sticks out in random places and is slightly curly at the ends, her hair goes down to be calf length when worn down. It is two-toned with it being turquoise on the top layer and dyed dark on the bottom layers. She keeps her hair in a large sock bun on the top right side of her head, forming stripes of black and blue, with a long strand of hair coming out messily from underneath the bun to hang loosely that reaches a bit above her hips. She wears a plain black dress with rugged edges that reaches her lower thigh and her elbows. On top of that is a closed lilac colored jacket that reaches a bit past her hips. The jacket has gold buttons and gold shear puffed cuffs and ends of the jacket. The middle back of the jacket has a star shaped cut out that shows the black of the dress underneath. She has white platform heels, that are about two inches high, with blooming dark purple and pink flowers on the outer side of the shoe and ankle. She wears a bracelet on her left hand with matching purple and blue flowers.
"That was an unnecessary concern, I was never the revenge type growing up."
"That's good to hear because I often have the tendency to draw other people into uncomfortable situations with my antics. Accidental or not."
"Sounds rough. Though I'm the forgiving type, I plea for you to go easy on me if you can help it. Preferably, avoid damage pertaining to my appearance would be nice and very much appreciate. My dear talent depends on me looking my absolute best."
"Hahaha, I'll try but can't make any promises so watch out." She teased.
"Looks like I'll need to find some extra clothing as soon as possible." He played along.
Hm, interrupting their potentially intimate conversation would be a real dick move...
"Excuse me, hopefully I'm not interrupting or anything!" I loudly snapped my fingers getting their attention.
However my needs take top priority as usual.
"Not at all. I'm happy to see you finally up and awake master. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Takeshi Takahashi, the Super High School Level Host is at your service." He introduced, giving a short bow.
Takeshi Takahashi
Super High School Level Host
Super High School Level Host? ...Ah, that must be the person who falsified his age to become a host at an adult club. By using her mothers make up and stuffing his shoes, he was able to pass off as an eighteen year old boy when he was still only fourteen. He had luck on his side, as the club he applied to was in competition with other host clubs, and was on the verge of being overtaken since the other clubs were trying to steal their hosts, the host club didn't have the time to perform any background check, and hired him based on his looks out of desperation. A wise choice, as his skills were able to have the club not only but survive but prosper as the top host club and he become the highest earning host in the club. After two years, he was finally caught in his big lie and harshly scolded for his actions, but being still a minor was left off easy. Thankfully, a couple days before the scandal was revealed, Kibougamine Academy noticed his feat and since he was now a high school student was now eligible for enrollment.
"He bothered to introduce himself, so I guess I should do the same. I'm the Super High School Level Acrobat, Ayumi Asano."
Ayumi Asano
Super High School Level Acrobat
During middle school, she stayed and helped a traveling circus for the time they stayed in a designated area. While there, she got the chance to try out a few areas, and the owner of the circus saw that she had natural talent in gymnastics and offered to train her and give her a job during the summer. The girl became an instant star the moment she performed live and almost single handedly brought the traveling circus to great fame. Then later was offered the opportunity to work with one of the biggest circus's in the world, which she instantly took. With this, she was able to travel to different parts of the world and her fame grew tremendously.
"Having to remember two name almost simultaneously is rare and tiresome. Let's see... Take... and... Ayu... ...I've now got them memorized." I finished processing.
"Since you gave us nicknames... Would you like to be address by another name? Anything's acceptable within reason." Takeshi asked.
"Nah, its fine."
With none of servants around, it would be weird for no one to called me master or add -sama to my name.
"Well, I don't like it." Ayumi abruptly gave her opinion. "Callin people by their nicknames or their own name being shortened despite bein for friendly purposes is wrong. I believe that everyone's given name should have meanin since my parents spent a weeks amount of the time before comin up with mine."
"You were nameless for an entire week?" Takeshi gave a sympathetic expression. "Your birth certificate must have been quite lonesome. I can relate since I happen to be the ninth child born into my family. They at that time were running low on ideas of what name to give me that they procrastinated the whole matter right to the date of my own birth."
"That's not the point I was-!"
"Keke... Keke..." I attempted to hold my laughter in place.
"What's so funny?" Ayumi glowered over to my direction.
"Nothing, its just you assumed I shorten people's names for friendly purposes when there's a more profound reason behind that."
"That is... what exactly?"
"For you see, the world is full of useless nobodies whom aren't worth my time nor they deserve to breath the same air as I do. However there are some talented potential creatures, like you two that I don't mind living in my world. For accomplishing such a feat, I generously take the effort in remembering their name to an extent. An honor I know!"
"That was... somewhat understandable, however that doesn't fully explain the shortening them part." Takeshi remarked.
"Simple. Despite us being Super High School Level students, I stand on a much higher plane than you all. The academy might've accepted you, but I have only partially accepted. Right now, you people are passable at best. I need you fully analyze your skills with my own eyes. Prove your worth to me. The day I call you by your full given name is when I consider you equals, my dear classmates." I declared with a wry smile.
"Okay, I didn't think shortenin names could be any worse, but you managed to do that..." Ayumi amazingly shocked. "I get the feelin we're not goin to be buds you egotistical son of a-!"
"Hey, hey, calm down. Just think positively. At least he thinks of us highly than most." Takeshi pointed out. "When you think about it that way, its quite the honor."
"Easier said then done." Ayumi pouted.
"There's no specific time limit per se to prove yourselves. Just be aware if you suddenly fall below expectations and get my hopes up, I'll whenever I see fit will disqualify you from my world."
"Disqualify?"
"What do you mean by that?" Takeshi asked.
"Do I really need to spell it out?"
"..."
"Those seats only should be open to those deserving of them. I originally planned to inform the whole class the moment we all gathered inside our homeroom together. Oh well, you two can do that. Or not. It's their funeral."
"Certainly, we wouldn't want that to happen, let's go inform the others, shall we?"
"H-Hey, why do I have to-?" Ayumi questioned.
"Bye, master." Takeshi left gently escorting Ayumi along with him.
What was that about? No matter.
I left the room having lost its only appeal moments ago.
A straight shot through the hall, I find myself in the room section of the motel. As expected, they were all locked. As I walk along that complex maze, I found the back exit, there's three directions, however left and right were blocked which makes choosing simple. I move forward at what appears to be a cafeteria.
The room adorned with beautiful scarlet tile flooring to a ceiling filled with chandeliers. Lacking table and chairs is the only flaw. That and the etched-glass window being replaced with those steel plates boarding up any light to bring out the full charm this room has to offer. A tragedy, yet the room is still finely decorated by my standards.
"Oh, you must be the one who was still fast asleep back in the gymnasium." He spoke strongly with a gruff, blunt voice. "Your name was... Kenzo Kurenai, wasn't it?"
Thin with lean muscles and broad shoulders with slightly tanned skin. He has light blue eyes, a thin pointed nose, and a flat chin. His hair is light gray and its hair uses gel to keep it spiked. Has notable bags under his eyes, which seem to be set in a permanent glare. He wears an old dark blue head band with N-A-O written in bold white letters. A dark grey bandana he keeps around his face, over his nose and mouth, with a design of a mouth with razor sharp teeth where his own mouth would be. Dark blue undershirt and an open leather jacket. Dark grey jeans and black and white shoes.
"Yeah, that's me."
"Thought so. I have been told of some... very quizzical things about you..."
I bet they must've told him about how much of a great and stunning guy I am! So such praise and devotion for me, he's can't properly describe them with mere words. I could just tear up! Kekeke-
Wait!
"...Exactly who are you?"
"…I am Naoto Komatsu, Super High School Level Rapper… call me Nao."
Naoto Komatsu
Super High School Level Rapper
I intended to with or without your consent. His career in music started when tried out for a talent show using his negative experiences to put a song together. That performance was quite the hit as he made the local news at the age of ten, and was offered showings at local cafes and small theatre's. As his fame grew, and he managed to make many more songs that were comprised of both positive and negative theme music. About a year later, he got better, it drew the attention of a reputable record studio, who offered him a contract which he accepted. From there, I only read baseless love and hate from all side regarding him and his music which isn't odd when it comes to musical entertainment.
"Well, Nao, I have a question for you-"
"First, I'd like for you to answer mine." Naoto demanded strongly.
Hm...
"Very well, I'll allow it. What is your question?"
"What's your Super High School Level talent?"
"You... want to know my Super High School talent?" I sighed. "Apparently, my worshippers neglected to mention I choose not to disclose my talent. To anyone."
"No, they did, but I'm not as accepting as they are on the matter to brush it off as a mere game. I wish to know."
All I could say to that is...
"Deal with it."
"So you intend to hide it... If that's how you're going to be, then I don't want to have anything to do with you."
"What?"
As in what makes him think he has a saying in the matter. He can't just ignore me when he's a target of my interest. This is about MY needs of stimulation to my very life! Who does he think he is?
"I've always dedicated myself to tell the truth, always be true to myself, and straight up honest. Someone who keeps secrets from others are immoral and lowest of the low. That is what I believe."
Yet, you're part of the music industry...
"Ah, so that's how it is... Then will you at least answer my question before you alienate me?"
"Fine, I do owe you that much. What is it?"
"...How come... you don't appear rapper like? You partially look the part, but you lack a lot of gold and silver bling. You don't say yo or whassup in your sentences? Also the vibe I get from you isn't exactly what I expect from a rapper, and I visited America where the true heart of them lies."
"I ain't no poser. I keep it real." Naoto mockingly stated. "I'm trying to change the very image of rappers and especially differentiate them from what people mistakenly portray them as today. Playboy, messed up gangsters. And F.Y.I, I dress this way because I like these threads and not to impress anyone. Are you disappointed?"
"No. That's actually a relief. That stuff eventually gets really old within time. Word up man!" I raised my fist vertically.
"You are honest, and I believe you share my thoughts on being true to yourself. Too bad you must keep secrets and things hidden, otherwise we could've been very tight with one another." Naoto made like a tree and leaf.
Kekeke... Obviously, this isn't the last time we'll be interacting, because he like the rest are tools... for my amusement...! For now, I'm only allowing him to be this way with me. Within time, he'll worship the very ground I walk on!
I've now met with all the new students... What now should I-
*DING DONG, BING BONG*
As if my prayers were answered... From the speakers above, a school bell ringing sound caught my attention...
With that the entire cast has been introduced! Next time, the moment we been waiting for will begin.