Known weapons so far:
Hiyoko Saionji– Sewing scissors (currently held by Celes)
Celestia Ludenberg – Pepper spray
Teruteru Hanamura – Shield
Mikan Tsumiki – Sickle
Gonta Gokuhara – Stun Gun
Shuichi Saihara - Colt M1911 .45 Semi-Automatic Pistol
Hifumi Yamada – Crossbow
Deaths:
Victim: Hiyoko Saionji - Killer: Celestia Ludenberg – Weapon: Sewing scissors
"Ah... he... hehe... Y-You're... lying, right? Haha very funny... But... now it's not the time for your lies, Celes. We... we can die any moment. We're in a Killing Game, remember? Did you see what happened to professor Kazuo? Be honest for once in your life!" he nervously asserted. Deep down, he wasn't so sure she was lying. Besides, he had already put his crossbow inside his backpack, because his weak arms got immensely tired, meaning she had a huge advantage.
"Of course I was lying, Hifumi. Merely a jest. It would seem I failed my attempt to lighten the mood. Only an idiot like you would fall for such an obvious lie." she laughed darkly, as if she hadn't a care in the world.
"O-Oh... Well, don't do that again, we must focus if we want to survive." he scolded anxiously, still not entirely convinced.
"Exactly. Speaking of which..." her features turned sad and her voice low and soft. "W-We... we might die here... I won't be able to help you much... This frail body of mine is very limited... And I... I..." she stuttered demure, seemingly unable to voice whatever she was thinking. "I don't want to die without ever... doing it..."
"Wh-What are you getting at?" his heart skipped a beat one more time.
Does she...? No...
"I want to do it... with someone I can trust... with someone I like... Hifumi, will you...?" she begged timidly with a fierce blush on her pale cheeks.
"Uhm... I...I would l-love... Uhm..." he too struggled to voice what he desired. His most ardent fantasy.
"Your stupidity never ceases to amaze me, Hifumi. That was, of course, a lie." she hissed coldly.
Silence.
"Unlike what I said before. I will kill anyone who crosses my way, just like that bitch Hyioko. Farewell, Hifumi." she casually declared before getting up and preparing to leave.
"Wait! Y-You can't be serious! Celes, you're the only person in this world who I can confidently say that I know. And I know for a fact that you're not this heartless bitch you present yourself as. It's just a villainous persona you invented to feel good about yourself – it's a defence mechanism. B-But... you don't have to lie to me anymore... It's okay, you can be yourself... Just like I can be myself around you, and only you... People have always been mean to me, lied to me... I-I can't say I blame them for the most part, I'm not the exactly nicest person around, but... I like you because unlike everyone else, you're honest about your lies!" he poured his heart out for her, trying to reach the heart he thought and hoped she had.
"Hifumi, you are, by far, the most foolish person I have ever known. Be honest, are you retarded? Did the doctor drop you when you were born? I can't believe you haven't figured out that I have used you every time we interacted. That is, quite frankly, sad. Someone who thinks with their penis instead of their brain like you deserves nothing less than death. Goodbye." his fat fingers gripped her wrist, halting her advance.
"Hold on! I know that is not true. You chose to hang out me all the time in the academy, even when you didn't use me, you preferred my company over everyone else's. And that... that proves you're lying right now. You do like me, at least slightly... Please, drop that ridiculous act and be honest to me: Was all that time we spent together a lie? Did it have any meaning to you, like it had meaning to me?" he pleaded with a cracking voice.
"You know, I find it extremely hypocritical of you to accuse me of being a liar, when in reality, you only spent time with me because you wanted to write «an interesting character» for your absurd stories. I did watch those pathetic, perverted drawings you made of me online, just so you know." she countered carefree.
"O-Oh... I-I'm sorry... But, I promise you that I... started liking you... a lot... more than anyone actually. From now on, let's stop lying to each other, okay? Let's be completely honest from this point forward. So please, just tell me: A-Are we friends?" he begged desperately, taken back by the fact that she knew his secret.
"Friends... I-I don't think my heart has the ability to feel friendship..." she whispered, as her pitch-black bangs covered her eyes.
"Wh-What?!"
"Oh? I believe I just saw someone... Whoever it was, they seemed like they were approaching this place. I better hurry." she casually stated before gasping slightly at the sight of an incoming human figure through the door's gap.
"Stop! If you're really as evil as you say you are, then... then... why don't you attack me?" he argued loudly, completely disregarding the fact that someone was supposedly heading over his hideaway.
"...You moron... The next person who comes in here will attempt to murder you. I see no reason to unnecessarily stain my hands." she darkly replied as she calculated the best route to avoid the incoming threat.
"What about my weapon? A crossbow is pretty useful... If you're not my friend, then why won't you take it?" he stood his ground desperately.
For the first time in his life, Hifumi felt like he caused an emotional reaction in Celes. She seemed taken back by his argument. Normally, she is a splendid debater, even though she rarely argues with truths, she always knew the answer for anything, but in that moment, she couldn't think of a comeback.
Without even so much as turning her gaze toward him, she exited the barn and ran with all her might without a word.
The foreign feeling came back. Hurt, disappointment... He thought he had gotten used to it, but Celes managed to jab his tightly shut heart.
He should have known. Ever since he started inspecting her mindset, he should have known that she is full of surprises – nasty most of the times. There are no lows she won't stoop to. The emotions she displays are lies. All schemes. He should have known this better than anyone. He thought he was playing her, but she was the ring-leader.
But still... she spared him... and let him keep his crossbow... that has to mean something, right?
The excruciating stench in the barn crept inside his mind and forced him to recall the last time he had to smell the horrible scent of animal waste matter.
No! It doesn't mean anything! If we were friends she would have tried to make an alliance so we could survive this together. She's just another lying two-faced BITCH! Just like everyone else! I wanna go home. I wanna go home. I WANNA GO HOME. No one betrays me at home. No one hurts me at home. I can live whatever reality I wish at home. Everything I want comes to life thanks to my divine talent... Wait a minute... What if... What if I'm at home right now? What if... What if this is just another story I invented?
Before he had the chance to think, the front door burst open, which almost hit him. He yapped and flinched, thinking of nothing else but to take out his crossbow from his backpack. Leon Kuwata appeared instantly, swinging a metalic baseball bat franticly in the air, producing wind slashing sounds.
"Stop right now, or I'll shoot!" Hifumi roared as he pointed his crossbow at the Ultimate Baseball Star.
"Hifumi? Are you like the others?" he growled as if he were withstanding a great deal of pain, while holding the baseball bat with a «Ko Gasumi» stance.
Leon's eyes and nose were blood-red, though they appeared to be in a better state than his bruised purple neck, that was obviously strangled quite brutally. A stream cascaded down each of his eyes and he seemed having a hard time keeping them open. His breathing was also quite accelerated, most likely due to his evident panic. There were no doubts – that guy was attacked.
"If by that you mean to ask me if I intend to murder, then yes. If you don't turn around and leave at once that is." Hifumi menaced with gritted teeth as he backed off slowly with a trembling crossbow in hands.
"I didn't want to hurt anyone! I just wanted to help!" Leon cried with a cracking voice. "I saw... Kirumi... she was acting weird, so I went to check on her, I just wanted to help her and she..." he moaned as he caressed his brutalized throat. It looked like Kirumi was responsible for the strangling part. "And then when I came here, I saw Celes running away, she seemed distressed, I wanted to aid her, but she used some sort of pepper spray gas on me."
"A sob story won't still my hand! Leave. Now!" the crossbow wielder hollered.
The athlete was boldly shortening the distance between them at a very slow pace. The Ultimate Fanfic Creator was receding slowly, so he could retain the advantage of his ranged weapon.
"No. I'm done playing nice. I've always treated everyone, especially chicks, like saints. I just wanted to fuck one. But instead everyone keeps fucking me up. I never wanted to be the Ultimate Basaball Star, I only wanted to pursue what I loved. I have dreams! I wanna be a rock-star! But now I was screwed over AGAIN! I still have my whole life ahead of me. I won't die here!" Leon took advantage of Hifumi's hesitance and threw his baseball bat at him, because he was too far to have been able to hit from up close.
The edge of the blunt weapon violently collided with his chest, exactly where his heart lied. Both the force and the pain were too much for Hifumi to handle, causing him to lose balance.
Leon was most likely aiming for the crossbow but ended up missing… In any case, he lunged at the Ultimate Fanfic Creator like a starving lioness to a wounded gazelle. The orange haired boy always had soft features, which were heightened by his carefree smile. Almost no one knew how scary his face was when he was angry. He looked like a feral beast.
But being scary wouldn't spare him his fate. Because Hifumi completely discarded his humanity right then and there.
Right before the athlete had established physical contact, he shot a bolt aimed at his bruised neck. The arrow was so sharp and flew so fast that it easily pierced through Leon's windpipe and flesh. Fortunately, he died instantly, meaning the forceful impact his skull suffered against a wall when he was reeled backwards didn't inflict any pain.
As Hifumi watched in complete and utter horror the corpse's permanently shocked expression, soaked in a puddle of his own blood, he almost found it funny… Despite everything, Leon and Hifumi had a lot in common. Both of them had a dream they wished to pursue more than anything, but were discouraged by their surrounding society. And both of them had terrible luck with women. If it weren't for the Killing Game, Hifumi might have considered becoming friends with him.
This… This is your fault… I-I will… win… I won't die here! I have my whole life ahead of myself!
Makoto Naegi has never felt so lucky in his life.
The Ultimate Lucky Student usually has streaks of desperately bad luck followed by streaks of ridiculous good luck. This trend was once again repeated when he was pitted inside a Killing Game against his friends that would only end when 47 of them laid dead.
But at least he was able to sleep through the first night by himself out in the open and nothing had happened to him. Plus, he wondered if the weapon that he had received randomly could be any better: a mean looking Micro Uzi 9mm Machine Gun, coupled with a box of countless bullets.
Now he was using the morning's light to search for his friends so they could cooperate their way out of that Hellhole.
Calm down, Makoto! Everything will be just fine. I just gotta think this through. All I have to do is rally my friends and then we'll get through this together. Nobody is gonna buy into this Game thing. There's no way any of us would even consider killing someone else. Like… Kiyotaka! He'd be all for turning this around! And Kyoko? She'd find out whoever is behind this in a heartbeat!
"Not so fast there! Hard truth is… you're taking a lot of faith. How sure are you that nobody bought into this? How much of your bravado is just wishful thinking? How well do you know the 3 classes that were thrown in this island? Well enough to trust any of them with your life? How well do you really know Byakuya? He's never shown he gives a damn about anyone but himself. And what about Celes? Or Korekiyo?... How well do you really know Kyoko?" the voice of reason in his head cautioned as drops of sweat descended down his worried face.
What am I thinking? This is the way they want us! Paranoid… running scared… Give in to that and they win! Okay, okay… One step at the time. First Kyoko. Then Kiyotaka. Then… play it as it comes. Sounds like a plan!
The boy with the ahoge proceeded to optimistically sprint in broad daylight with a carefree smile on his face.
When he passed near Usami Corral, he noticed the door to one of the barns was wide open, which contradicted an early memory he had when he passed there some hours before. Perhaps someone was in there! He decided to approach it.
"Hello? Is someone there?! I won't hurt!" he called out nervously after inspecting the area.
No response.
When he was just a couple of meters away from the barn's front door, he could sense the smell of horse manure... Just awful... However, he could also smell something else... A metallic scent!
Without entering, he merely peered inside to check if that second scent wasn't... what he thought he was.
His tide of luck had diminished. What he saw would be burned in his mind for the rest of his life: Leon Kuwata, on of his friends, lying on his stomach with a severely damaged skull and a bolt perforated across his neck aiming to the sky. His formerly orange hair was dyed red with a pool of his own blood. Well, at least he didn't get to see the eternal shock and horror frozen by death in his face.
"L-Leon? Who... Who was capable of such a thing?" he sat on his knees as he pleaded with tears on his eyes.
Almost as if on cue, an arrow flew from his top and nearly grazed the skin if his cheek. Looks like his luck returned. He furiously turned his head upwards to glare at his attacker, but instead began weeping when he learned who did it.
"Hifumi!" he cried out.
"A-heh! Nnngh...!" the overweight boy mumbled incoherently with crossbow in hand. The utter despair and guilt that were evident on his face were being unsuccessfully washed by streams of tears.
Apparently, he had climbed up the barn. It was quite small, but an extraordinary feat nonetheless, especially considering Hifumi's weight and poor athletic prowess.
"Hifumi! What have you done? Why?!" Makoto yelled as he crouched and protected his frontal body from crossbow arrows with his backpack. "We don't have to play! We can win this if we stick together!"
"It's me! Me!"
"It's you... I see that." he growled bewildered.
"No! It's me they'll kill first! It's me! Because I'm so heavy and slow... No one cares about my great talent, they just pick on me because it's funny! Why are you all so obsessed with me anyway? Are you jealous of my talent? ...I was... just a mild-mannered boy without a single friend... why does everybody hate me so much...?" he moaned in between fits of crying. "Th-that's why! That's why I did it! That's why I have to kill first!" Yamada shrieked emotionally unstable.
"No! Nobody has to kill! Listen to me! We can beat this! Just come over here with me, we can hook up with the rest of the class and escape this place together! It's us against them! Not against each other! We play their game, we all lose!" he begged with the best forged smile he could muster in order to persuade the other boy.
"L-Liar... You're lying! Just like that bitch Celes! She left me to die and suffer with Leon! That big smile you have right now... She used to flash it too... to convince me she wasn't as heartless as I initially thought. Everyone always had that big smile before jumping on Shitumi Yuckada!" Hifumi wailed as he started becoming more aggressive.
"Don't say that, Hifumi! I care about you! I'm smiling because that's what friends do, right? Trust me on this, like I'm trusting you not to shoot me." he shouted as he stood up and threw his arms up in the air as a sign of peace.
"F-Friends...? I don't have any friends... I thought I had Celes, but now... Ah! Wait a minute... I do have a friend! Princess Piggles, from the anime «Demon AngelPretty Pudgy»! She was so cute and wise! Always telling me that I was good enough! That I mattered! When I returned home crying, all I needed was to see Princess Piggles in action and I'd be happy again! She'd always keep me company! I wrote so many doujinshis of her... I-I have to go back home! I have to see Princess Piggles again! Sh-She loves me! She's waiting for me!" the emotionally unstable boy howled as his sanity deteriorated.
And with that, a vicious bolt was fired against Makoto. And though it didn't hit him, it certainly hit any chance of cooperation between them. The Ultimate Fanfic Creator had made perfectly clear that their friendship had ended and that he would play the game. Dialogue was also obviously futile, as he had clearly gone mad.
Harming Hifumi with his far superior and fearsome weapon hadn't even crossed his mind. All he did was turning around and trying to escape that damn farm already while praying that his tremendous luck would be by his side once again and protect him form the bolts. Although to be fair, Hifumi's atrocious aim certainly helped his case.
While inspecting his attacker from the corner of his eye, he observed an arrow flying with far better accuracy than the others. That one would hit it's target.
But alas, Makoto wouldn't have received the title of Ultimate Lucky Student for no reason. Right before the projectile would stab his back, a backpack intercepted it from his left side.
His luck hadn't stopped there just yet. The one who saved him by throwing their means of survival was the person he wished to see the most: Kyoko Kirigiri, the Ultimate Sleuth!
"Kyoko!" he rejoiced relieved.
"Stand back." she emotionlessly ordered before flinging a sharp rock with a slingshot, her weapon, at Hifumi's face.
"P-Princess Piggles... I'll meet you soon." he whispered as he took out another bolt from his backpack, right before an uneven rock met his weird face.
Once the violent impact in his forehead happened, he fell down the barn's ceiling to the grassy ground.
"I-Is he...?" Makoto mumbled, fearing the worst for the person who attempted to murder him.
"He is merely unconscious." she informed blankly.
"Thank goodness. Kyoko, I'm so glad you're okay! Figures, only a genius like you would make wonders with just some slingshot!" he spoke ecstatic as he hugged her warmly. Though a bit reluctant, she returned the affectionate gesture. "Hey, are you hurt?"
"I am fine. And I appreciate the sentiment, but in our current situation we must focus on devising an intellectual strategy. It is abundantly clear that we are up against powerful and influential foes." she stated as her index finger and thumb held her chin.
"Right. So... any ideas?" he left her with the thinking part as usual, which she appreciated.
"Yes. I have spoken with Monokuma and learned important facts. According to the second rule he set before the start of the Killing Game, «I may speak with you personally, whenever I wish. However, I can't interfere with anyone's death, unless rule #3 is broken.», we can conclude that whenever he talks to us, we can know for a fact that we aren't in danger, as by distracting us, he would be interfering with our deaths. Furthermore, he implied that the organization behind all this found out that me and Shuichi Saihara were investigating the Killing Games. Only someone who had access to Hope's Pea Academy's records, large amounts of wealth and power would be able to set up these murderous games, which leads me to believe that Sonia Nevermind, Byakyua Togami or Fuyuhyko Kuzuryu are behind this." she reported contemplative.
"You were investigating this? Wait, hold on, aren't you jumping to conclusions here? Anyone could have sneaked in the Academy and uncover the principal's agenda! How can you know for sure that one those 3 did it?" Makoto questioned certain that the friends she mentioned were innocent.
"I'll explain the details later. For now we need to find Shuichi to gather the facts on his side. Then we might be able to discover who are the culprits behind this Killing Game and hopefully escape."
"Right! Let's get on the move then!" he beamed as if there was nothing to worry about.
"But first we must quickly disarm Hifumi. A crossbow would be a valuable asset to us." she pointed out deadpan before sprinting toward the knocked out body's weapon. "And Makoto, beware of Rantaro Amani. We were investigating his ties with the previous Killing Game before we were kidnapped and he was also remarkably calm throughout our ordeal. He is the prime suspect by a long shot." she took Hifumi's crossbow with one hand and the rock that was used to knock him out with the other.
Before Makoto had the chance to say something along the lines of «Um... you were also pretty calm...», the fearsome roar of a gunshot announced a bullet that pierced through Kyoko's hypothenar muscles. The pain on her hand was so intense that she dropped the crossbow.
Makoto's scream of dread was even sharper than Kyoko's scream of agony.
A tall, blonde young man with glasses rushed towards their direction so that the next bullet wouldn't miss a vital organ.
Byakuya Togami was very much aware that the duo would try to reason with him. However, he was far too determined to be persuaded. He pointed his Beretta M92F 9mm Semi-Automatic Pistol to the violet-haired young woman and was ready to kill without hesitation.
"Peko! Peko! Where are you!?" Fuyuhyko Kuzuryu called his bodyguard's name.
"Shit! Where the fuck is she? I'm risking my ass for talking so loud in broad daylight... But I can't really survive this without her..." the Ultimate Yakuza thought as he searched for her location in Usami Corral.
"Huh? A bullet mark?" the short young man was taken back by the sign of imminent peril in the wooden fence of the farm. Upon closer inspection, there was indeed a bullet on the grassy ground, which perforated the fence and fell.
His life as a gangster and a criminal prepared him to have his adrenaline levels skyrocket whenever he sensed danger. Whoever was responsible for the shooting may very well be nearby...
Just in front of the scarred fence, there were patches of grass that were clearly trampled recently quite hard, suggesting someone sprinted and jumped over the fence. He followed the lane of lied down plants and detected small trails of fresh blood.
"Please don't be Peko! Anyone but Peko!" he pleaded mentally as he prepared for battle by squeezing the weapon he had received randomly, a tomahawk.
As he continued to explore the battlefield-looking ranch, he noticed a crossbow suspiciously lying out in the open. It almost felt too easy to simply pick it up and take it. Too attractive. That thing had trap written all over it. He felt like a seasoned rat next to a mousetrap.
Still, the fact that there were evidence of struggle and escape in there, the fact that there no bolts he could use with the crossbow and the fact that he felt relatively confident with dealing with nearly everyone in that island with his axe persuaded him to quickly seize the chance. He ran toward it, took it and instantly continued, aaaaaand... Nothing happened.
Good thing I wasn't paranoid...
Fuyuhiko recalled Monokuma saying that he would drop ammunition at random spots in the island occasionally, so he might find use for the arrowless ranged weapon eventually. Until that moment arrived, he decided to keep it inside his given backpack.
The bloody path of broken twigs led him to what looked like a barn, which had a large body lying on it's back in front of the single door.
Is that Hifumi? His head is all bloody, he must have something to do with the crime scene back there... Wait... is he... is he masturbating? No! I must be seeing this wrong!
Unfortunately, he wasn't. Not only was he greeted with a confusingly disgusting sight, but also with some shocking psychotic ramblings.
"Oh Princess Piggles! I'm gonna draw so many hentais of you when I come back!" Hifumi moaned as he played with himself. Blood dripping from the grisly wound on his forehead.
"What the fuck are you doing, you disgusting pig?!" he yelled in order to delay the deed he didn't want to do. He didn't think he'd waver before murdering someone. That didn't happen the last time he did it…
"I don't care if nobody loves me or acknowledges my incredible talent! Princess Piggles's love is all I need! She is so beautiful! So pure! And… real! Her love is as real as herself!" he groaned as his grip on sanity weakened rapidly. "Back when I was a sweet young man who liked to draw and had no friends, I fell into darkness – I was like king Midas, but instead of gold I left pain. The one thing that I derived pleasure from was the occasional class-rep type girl would talk to me. «Don't pretend like you care about a creep like me, you self righteous hypocrite!», I would say, bringing them to tears and bringing a smidgen of joy to my hardened heart."
"Why the fuck are you telling me this, you creep? Have you gone mad?!" he asked bewildered by his uncanny ramblings in the middle of a killing game. His question was confirmed when he saw the horrifying sight of Leon with a bolt pierced through his neck and his head smashed on a sea of red. He desperately fought the urge to vomit.
"One day, I happened to come across an anime called «Demon Angel Pretty Pudgy». In the beginning I just made fun of it. A battle anime full of pretty girls? Pah! But then she kept saying to the screen that I should believe in myself, that I was talented and that I mattered! People argue that this is only one of the themes of the show: to give confidence and inspire the audience, but I'm no fool! I know for a fact that she was talking directly to me! I... I fell in love with her! I remember having dirty dreams about her... Lacking an official depiction of her love for me, I set out to create one myself – one overflowing with my love for her! That spark exploded into a flame of passion and I found myself writing story after story about her. I was so proud of my work that I published it online and it turned out a huge hit in the blink of an eye. I became famous all thanks to her!" he detailed as he cried and laughed manically.
"You're not even listening, are you? This crossbow must be yours, so you must have been the fucker who killed that guy in the barn. I-I won't let a threat live!" his angry words fell on deaf ears as he hesitated to finish the fallen boy off.
"Oh Princess Piggles! I was admired and revered by my fans thanks to you! You're the only one who gave me love... the only one..."
They say before someone dies, their most important memories flash before their eyes. Perhaps this was because Hifumi sensed that Fuyuhiko would murder him, but he started recalling a very vivid memory.
"Why thank you, Yamada. Your services have improved significantly. If you continue your fine performance, I shall consider upgrading you to a C-rank, which is the highest rank I have ever given to anyone. You should thank me for providing you important skills in the world of work." Celes complimented Hifumi as she happily drank the milk tea he made for her.
"Thank you so much, mistress!... Say, are you going to Kaito's party? I don't think you would enjoy spending your day with me..." he feigned submission.
"I wasn't invited. Therefore, I shall not attend." she spoke regally with her usual slight smile. His intuition told him that her indifference was one more of her lies.
"Really? I thought he had invited everyone."
"With the exception of me, it would seem. I do not blame Kaito. I did spread several demeaning fake rumours about the woman he fancies, after all." she explained indifferent as she sipped her tea.
"Yeah, miss Harukawa is way too sensitive... Anyway, I'm returning home now. I have animes waiting for me!" he picked up his school bag and prepared to leave the classroom illuminated by the orange sunset.
"Wait, Yamada! You do not have to leave now. Stay here with me." she pleaded longingly.
"Do you need anything else, mistress?"
"No. I just want you by my side. Come, sit next to me." she responded with her composure back.
"I thought Celes needed a friend. She often told me how popular she was, but I knew damn well those were lies. No matter, I have Princess Piggles! That goth can perish and rot for all I care... I-I need to go back home... I need to inspire people like she inspired me!" Hifumi shrieked as his climax neared. He thought of Princess Piggles dressed as a maid with revealing clothes to pleasure himself further.
"This guy's in a lot of pain... The wound on his forehead must caused serious damage. Fine, I'll end your suffering." the Ultimate Yakuza gulped, raised his tomahawk and prepared to repeat the act that haunted him.
The Ultimate Fanfic Creator had lost his mind and was about to lose his life as well. If he was lucky and managed to survive, then he would certainly suffer severe cerebral impairments. Fuyuhiko was only able to swing his axe to the fallen body after convincing himself that he was sparing him from unnecessary deals of suffering.
CRACK! Just like that, the sharp end of the tomahawk met the insane boy's neck, killing him instantly as a form of euthanasia.
"Calm yourself Fuyuhiko! You did what you had to do! Do you think that attitude will make your clan proud? You're the Ultimate Yakuza for crying out loud! Still, why wasn't it easier the second time?! Why do I feel so disgusted?" Fuyuhiko thought as he continued his searched for Peko and as he ignored the intense guilt that gnawed him.
He ran and ran and ran, as if he was trying to escape the guilt. He searched the western part of the island thoroughly and still no signs of Peko. That moment he needed her more than even. Not really because of protection, he just needed a friend...
He decided to inspect Rocketpunch Market again. He hoped that it would have bolts for his newly acquired crossbow in stock. And hopefully Peko as well.
On his way there, he did indeed met a tall, silver-haired woman, but she wasn't the Ultimate Swordswoman he sought...
It was Kirumi Tojo, the Ultimate Maid. Strangely, she wasn't acting like a normal person would in the middle of a Killing Game. She was just... standing there staring vacantly at the ground. Her green eyes completely empty and her fists clenched so hard it was painful. He wasn't very far from her, but she still did not show any signs of detecting him.
Fuck! Kirumi? It didn't seem like she saw me... I.. I have to do it!
He sprinted toward her with tomahawk in hand so fast that she wouldn't even have time to react once she noticed him. He was aiming for her chest in order to provide a quick, painless death and once he was mere inches away from her, her arm shot like a bullet to his neck, halting the feral groan humans make before striking.
The impact that her gloved hand had with his throat was extremely violent and painful, which caused him to drop his tomahwak. And yet, her blank gaze remained unchanged. She was like an amazing animal perfectly aware of her surroundings and too confident in her abilities to show fear. She lifted his smaller body effortlessly with her hand, producing scrunching noises as she strangled him. Only then did she looked up at him.
"I am... conflicted. Whatever shall I do? As a maid, I must serve everyone with selfless devotion, so killing is strictly against my obligations. However, there are countless people outside counting on my aid..." she spoke confused with dead eyes.
He kicked and twisted in midair desperately in order to break free from her vicious clutch on his neck. Both of his hands struggled with all their might against her brutal grip to no avail. His compressed carotid artery would fail after mere seconds if he didn't escape right away.
He had heard stories of Kirumi's impressive skills and talents, including her outstanding strength, but that far surpassed human limits.
She blankly scanned his face reddened by utter anguish slowly turning purple as his frantic legs started weakening. Inexplicably, she let him go, causing him to fall to the ground on his knees as he coughed uncontrollably.
"Thank you. I have made my decision." she emotionlessly announced before turning her back on him and walking away calmly. She most likely hadn't even removed her weapon from her backpack, seeing as she was walking bare handed.
"That bitch! How? Is she even human? And why was she acting so strangely? No weapon, she didn't even scanned her surroundings, just... staring at the ground confused. She sounded like she was having a dilemma... And why let me live? That bitch could have at least taken my things. I have weapons, food and water that she would need!
As his coughing finally started to mitigate, the long lack of oxygen started affecting his brain. His vision grew blurry, the world around him looked like it was spinning and he could hear an ominous buzzing sound on his ears...
Author's Notes:
Finally I got this done! So, Hiyoko, Hifumi and Leon are the only deaths so far. These 3 are the least popular characters in the fandom so I decided to have them kick the bucket first, because I personally am not a huge fan of them either. Hifumi, in particular is a rather inconsistent character: in canon, he is supposed to be a bullying victim who stopped trusting other people due to teasing and stuff. However, he blindly follows and reveres Celes! What?! Because of this, I decided to throw my own twist in there in order to justify his inconsistent actions, and I hope did a good job at it.
I feel like there is something that I really need to improve in my writing: describing places and sceneries. What do you guys think? Feedback would be very much appreciated. ^_^
Known weapons so far:
Hiyoko Saionji– Sewing scissors (currently held by Celes)
Celestia Ludenberg – Pepper spray
Teruteru Hanamura – Shield
Mikan Tsumiki – Sickle
Gonta Gokuhara – Stun Gun
Shuichi Saihara - Colt M1911 .45 Semi-Automatic Pistol
Hifumi Yamada – Crossbow
Leon Kuwata: Baseball Bat
Makoto Naegi - Micro Uzi 9mm Machine Gun
Kyoko Kirigiri: Slingshot
Byakyua Togami: Beretta M92F 9mm Semi-Automatic Pistol
Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu - Tomahawk
Deaths:
Victim: Hiyoko Saionji - Killer: Celestia Ludenberg – Weapon: Sewing scissors
Victim: Leon Kuwata – Killer: Hifumi Yamada – Weapon: Crossbow + bolt
Victim: Hifumi Yamada – Killer: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu – Weapon: Tomahawk