Nikoru fumed and cleared another corner, eyes peeled for that jerk Satō. She had faked indifference in front of Hiroshi, but now, it was on.
It was ON.
Now, Nikoru didn't think of herself this way and neither did many other people, but Nikoru was very proud when it came to defending. She truly believed she could kick anyone's ass and win.
It wouldn't usually be much of a problem, but in this case she was, unfortunately, fooling herself. She was positive she could wrap this up in a couple minutes: find Satō, avenge Hiroshi with ass kicking, and reward herself with another Twix.
For the last several minutes Nikoru had been giving herself pep talk after pep talk, reciting her plan until she had it memorized backwards, sideways and forwards. She'd find that jerk and poke him in the eye with her glowstick. Then, while he was stumbling around confused, she'd ram her fist in his head and kick him in the nuts.
He'd never mess with Hiroshi again!
Suddenly, something flashed behind a door up ahead of her. It looked like a shadow.
Grinding her teeth, Nikoru crept up to it. It had to be Satō.
"You're toast now, buddy," she murmured ferociously, stretching an arm forward and grabbed the knob. As she twisted it she shook off sudden shivers. Realizing it was locked, she sniffed furiously and shouted, "Satō! You schmuck, where are you?"
She received no answer and that irritated her. Sniffing bitterly, she turned to investigate the rest of the hallway. She soon came to a matted room with closets on the back wall and Satō was standing before one.
"You schmuck!" Nikoru shouted. Satō turned, surprised. "Why didn't you answer me? You asshole, I saw what you did to Hiroshi!"
Satō blinked in confusion. "Wh-what? What did I do to Hiro-"
"Don't give me bullshit!" Nikoru stormed before him. "You punched him! What'd he ever do to you?"
"I didn't do anything!" Satō exclaimed defensively, raising his brows. "I promise, I didn't do anything! I don't know what you're talking about!"
Nikoru, taken aback, stared at him, switching fury for bewilderment. Did Hiroshi actually lie? He wouldn't have! "Well, Hiroshi wouldn't lie. I know him too well! He wouldn't lie that you punched him!"
Satō rose his palms. "I don't know what you're talking about! Really, Nikoru, enlighten me!"
"You've been hurting people, you asswipe!" Nikoru exclaimed, pointing a finger in his face. "You've been stealing people's money and you control your own gang! Hiroshi caught you and you hit him!"
"I did not!" Satō cried and he rubbed his face. "I did not. I don't know what stunt he's pulling, but I didn't do anything."
Nikoru suddenly felt horrible. She guiltily took a step back, out of his face, and took a deep, calming breath. "You…you don't know anything about that?"
Did Hiroshi actually lie?
Satō nodded angrily. "No, I don't. We were talking about the Harvard Roll and he suddenly snapped and tried to hit me. I hit him in self-defense."
Suspicion flickered in Nikoru's eyes. "So you did hit him."
"Nikoru, he tried to knock me out," Satō ground out. "I did nothing wrong, he did."
Now, Nikoru wasn't the brightest person and she was very, very dense. But even she could hear deception seething from his tone, clear as day. He was a bad actor.
Nikoru narrowed her eyes and extended a hand. "Sorry, man. I guess Hiroshi lied."
Satō gave her an estranged look but took her hand reluctantly. "Yes, Nikoru, he did." They awkwardly shook and Nikoru sniffed airily. He smiled and caressed her face. "And I have something I need to discuss with you, love…" Nikoru bristled; 'love?' What? "In a back room."
Oh God.
Before she could stop herself, Nikoru kneed him in the nuts. Satō grabbed his balls, gaped, trying to scream though nothing escaped, and slunk to the ground in excruciating pain.
Nikoru towered furiously over him and growled, "Dude, you are such a schmuck. You did hit Hiroshi and now you're trying to hit on me. You're a wacko."
Satō glared up at her and fumed squeakily, "Well, sweetheart, that's how the damn cookie crumbles." He fell on his side and shivered. "You are such a damn bitch. Only thing nice on you is your ass, hon. You have a heart murmur, that's a turn off. You're not pretty, or cute, or sweet, just a damn nice piece of ass."
Nikoru sniffed, repulsed.
"And why the hell do you sniff all the damn time, bitch?" Satō hissed. "Did I hurt your useless feelings?"
"No," she lied, pretending to be strong. "I'm just surprised, that's all. I didn't realize how much of a dumbass you are. I can't believe I felt guilty just a second ago. I never realized how much of a creep you are."
"You never realize anything," Satō laughed, a dark glint in his gray-blue eyes. "Bitch, you're fucking dense. You don't even realize how Hiroshi is pushing you away."
Nikoru told herself not to cave in, but it didn't stop her heart from skipping a few beats. She nervously sniffed and murmured, "What the hell you talking about?"
Satō smirked. "You know what I'm talking about. Naoki's in fashion now. Hiroshi doesn't give two fucks about you, he has Naoki to back him up." Nikoru's heart sank in dread. "Even I've noticed. You can't be totally stupid, Niky. You're in love with him and you know he's replacing you."
Nikoru's mind was engulfed in a haze, and she felt as if she were slowly fading. So she hadn't been the only one who had noticed. Hiroshi really was pushing her away. But what about the hair? Had it meant anything to him when he found her? He went straight to her, no one else. Or…maybe not straight to her.
"Face it, Nikoru," Satō said. "You're just a piece of ass."
Suddenly, Naoki didn't matter anymore. Suddenly, Nikoru didn't want to murder Naoki. Suddenly, a dark veil covered her vision and she found her movements uncontrollable. Suddenly, she felt like a puppet.
She smiled with white fury and started to laugh. Satō watched her curiously as she clenched her hands into fists. "You're going to regret saying all of that."
Satō gaped but before he could understand what he'd said, a loud sigh rumbled throughout the hall and a dark mist started to twist like live shadows around them. Nikoru abruptly stumbled back over her feet and blinked, dazed.
Something emerged from one of the back closets, startling Nikoru. Satō noticed the horror in her expression and he pushed himself onto his knees. He went to glance over his shoulder but he found once he had that thing in his sight he couldn't look away.
It was large, and purple. His first thought was it was a figment of his imagination, a mirage, it had to have been. But he quickly realized it was more than that.
It was alive.
Xxx
Mika stared at the door over a bed nervously. She had finally stopped crying and now drowsiness belittled her senses. She thought about getting up and running out, but she was too terrified.
Takuro was still fresh on her mind. All she could see was his face and she wanted to run to him, wherever he was. She weakly stood and quietly crept to the door.
Light flooded through the cracks around it. Relief flooded her; there was still some light out. She pretended to grab a patch and reached for the knob.
Locked.
Mika's eyes stung, without the option to cry but to swell. "Why?" She whispered. "Takuro…where are you? Why haven't you come back?"
She had almost expected an answer. But there was nothing. When she turned, she expected to see him standing behind her, arms open. But there was nothing.
A strangled sob escaped her lips and she dragged herself back to her corner, defeated.
She was helpless. She was useless.
"Oh, Takuro, why did you leave me here?" She sobbed without power to cry. She had no will. If she were to die now she would be happy.
As long as she could be with Takuro, she would be happy.
Xxx
Naoki hummed a fifties tune as he explored a dusty room in the basement. Dust bunnies and mold particles floated obnoxiously around him but, as always, he was indifferent and didn't seem to notice. They didn't matter as much as the pawns of his game did.
He kissed his book and opened it, scanning the pages for something useful. After a moment he stopped and chuckled darkly.
"Ah, yes. This will be a blast," he whispered. "Let's see, Mika is crying, Takeshi is hiding like the coward he is, Takuro is locked away…" Naoki giggled and ran his finger over the title of a spell: Possession. "Who's next?"
Xxx
Uh-oh, Naoki's got a book! That bastard!
Anyway, inspiration here is from PewDie (of course), HaxorNova (from his new Mario Kart thing), Tobuscus (for his impression of eccentric Zelda), and ChimeySweep (from his Amnesia best moments). This sort of credit also goes to the actual Ao Oni game and people who annoy us.
Like Beiber.
***Anyway, if you liked please review and fav, it would really help! And give me you opinion, do you thing Nikoru is an extreme Mary-Sue? I don't want her to be, no one wants an OC to be, but I feel like she is at times. She is my first girl OC. I don't care what anyone's opinion on Satō is because he's just a weirdo in the first place, but I'd love feedback for Nikoru, that would be helpful.
And if you write a review, could you also explain what you like more in the story or if you have a complaint, I'd love feedback on what it is and how I can fix it.
Remember, this is my first series!
Thanks, stay awesome, guys!
-Cappy