-Chapter 2-
Free Time (1)
There was plenty of time left in the day, so the only reasonable option was to talk. Although talking to the first I happened to come across made me cringe; it was better than hiding in a bubble. Naegi stood just outside the A/V room, looking rather terrified. Was it because of his CD...? It wasn't that bad! I made it up, so of course I'd know of its contents. But there wasn't even any blood on the contorted image, how could it scare him so? Shrugging it off, I walked over, lightly tugging on the sleeve of his jacket. "Naegi-kun?..." He seemed to snap out of his god-forsaken faze, the smile returning to his features. "A-Ah, hey there Fujisaki-san!" Forcing the same 'kind' smile upon myself, I quickly had it fade. "You...you looked scared. Why?" Covering my mouth as I witnessed the startled expression come over him. "My parents...th-they couldn't be dead...it was the disc, Chihiro. I..I can't believe that...that sort of thing could've happened..." Holding back from scoffing, I acted so concerned, so worried for his health, when in reality? I couldn't care less. His parents were good as dead to me. The police were. Every person that DARED come in my way of bringing ultimate despair to their world were as good as DEAD.
Oops...better hold my tongue. Can't let that slip out. Heh...so many secrets to be found! What a wonderful game this is! Biting the corner of my lip, I nodded. "S..So you really think its true...? I-...I was hoping it was a fake..!" Well, mine was just equally as fearful. Seeing a successful and hopeful world was my worst nightmare! It was only a fair deal to have my own fears along with the others. Though I could control my need for murder...mostly, the unsustainable need for a corpse to show in due time just grew...so much stronger. To the point that if I didn't get the fill I'd end up handling the deed myself. "Fujisaki-san...maybe we should catch up later? I...don't feel too great." With barely any time for me to respond, Naegi fled down the hall. Hmph...it surely couldn't have been that much torture just to talk to your executor? Either way, it wasn't too much trouble. His conversation was a bore.
Free Time (2)
I took about 10 minutes give or take before continuing down the hallway, wanting to keep some distance between myself and Naegi. In the almost-blind walk I had run into Kirigiri- the girl with a questionable talent. Even -I- had no idea what it was, so just being around her irritated me to no extent. Whatever her skill was, she knew something, something that she wouldn't tell until the time it was needed. I'm no way an esper, but it was so obvious! Just looking at her stance, how she looked do-...oh, maybe it's just because I'm short. That's why she's looking down at me. I should probably keep my guard up, just in case. I get ever so tense when I fear suspicion, it's a terrible habit I need to lose. "S-Sorry for running into you Kirigiri-san..." I barely was able to keep up the innocently nervous apology due to frustration, but it was managed nonetheless. Brushing off the pity response, Kirigiri went straight to questioning. "Where are you off to in such a rush Fujisaki? I never expected someone so nervous as you to go off on someone's trail." If that wasn't something that would make you sick. How much did she know?
"O..Oh its not that at all! I...I'm just...-" What was the word...? The word that perfectly described the twisted feeling. Not quite despairing, but not quite nervous. "You're scared?" Of course she'd know. Yes. The feeling was fear. But my child self's definition was far different than mine. The Chihiro everyone knew-feared death. The true me-feared revelation. Quite the difference. "Y..Yeah. The video...you saw how Maizono-san reacted...what if she comes after one of us?" My hands stayed behind me, fists clenched as I dug my nails into my palms. That better be believable. I could feel Kirigiri's gaze burning into me. Did she catch on to my act? "Very well. I suppose you were trying to hide?" My only response was a subtle nod and a nervous expression. I couldn't stand being near her too long. It really was quite frightening. Unable to stand the violet gaze much longer, I side-stepped past her, heading to my own room. Almost Night-Time, I can get there in time...I know I can!
Free Time (3)
As soon as my hand touched the handle of the dorm room's entrance, I felt a hand on my shoulder. If I weren't trying to disguise myself, I would've lashed out at whoever touched me. I hated being touched. Wasn't that obvious? Glancing behind to see who it was, his eyes widened at seeing Mondo Oowada. Since when did he bother talking to someone like him? "Yo, Fujisaki, think you can help me out with something?" I wanted to reject, but needed a way to let him off easy. "Wh-..What is it you need help with?" So much for rejecting. "I've been tryin' to figure out a way to get the entrance unlocked, but that shit's made of steel or something."
Oh you poor idiotic soul. I almost pity you. Not to mention how terrible the feeling of pity is. So that should mean a hell of a lot to you. "Oowada-kun...? I-I'm pretty sure the door is made of steel...you can't just break it." Did I really have to explain this? God these people are morons. It's like I'm GLaDOS and everyone else are my test subjects. Which...actually is a pretty nice description if I do say so myself. "Heh, yeah you're probably right, but I mean...there's probably a code or something right? So I figured I'd ask our little programmer for help." So that's why he was here. No problem for me, I had the controls for it. I had the remote, but like HELL was I going to tell anyone that. "I..I've tried already...I can't even find out the correct coding..." Blatant lies work every time. Although Mondo looked dejected, he let out a sigh, glancing to the side. "There was no harm in tryin I suppose. See ya Fujisaki." I narrowed my eyes as he walked off, and I just knew today was going to be a very, very long day.