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"Don't," Sachiko doesn't hesitate to slap the older girl in the stomach. "I'll deal with her," she reassures, her eyes sliding around the corridor, to the young girl crying for help. "Oni-chan, you got the earlier one," Sachiko snaps, in an almost griping tone to the said sister, who seems almost identical to Sachiko herself. "It's my turn to have a little fun," Sachiko hisses, wrinkling back her lips as she bares her teeth playfully at her sister, though, both of the are quite aware of the knowledge that if wanted, Sachiko will bite.
"So? Look at her, she's so damn innocent," The older sister sneers, chuckling, her lopsided head against her shoulder. "I can have more fun with her than you," Sachiko's moonstone retinas narrow as she senses the challenging tone underneath her sister's lighthearted voice.
Sachiko glowers at her, as she straightens the edge of her ragged dress. "We'll see about that," she mutters coldly, loudly enough for her to hear, and her sister cackles loudly, her voice echoing along the creaky halls. Sachiko smirks as the young girl's shriek reaches her ears, she's clearly startled by Oni-chan's sudden snicker. Sachiko tucks her oily lank hair behind an ear, as she slowly approaches the girl. "Hello?" She adopts a wistful tone, and she stifles a one-note laugh as the girl basically leaps around, hugging her quivering arms. Her choppy frizzy hair frames her porcelain visage.
"Who are you?" the girl instantly demands, and Sachiko struggles to resist grimacing at her. Sachiko prefers to be respected, however, she continues to play along with her innocent role. "Please don't hurt me!" Her displeasure at the girl's commanding tone vanishes, replaced with delight at the obvious fear that's oozing from the girl's shaky words.
"Follow me," Sachiko gestures with a crooked, gray finger. The girl stares at her, blinking slowly with her dilated sapphire eyes. "I said, come with me," Sachiko resists shouting at the confused girl, irritated from her unresponsive form. The girl nods mutely, and begins to trail after Sachiko. Automatically, the gears in her brain begin to grind, as she begins to decide what course of action to take next. It'd be such a pity to waste off such an innocent life form. Especially an older one, as Sachiko compares her height with the girl's. She's definitely not in elementary school, judging by her size. It's so rare to find an oblivious, slightly dimwitted being that's older these days. Then again, Sachiko has to admit, dealing with assholes is also quite delightful, judging by the satisfactory feeling after she leads them to her doom after they shout or scold her.
"Uh, what's your name?" Ah, she's attempting conversation.
"Shinozaki," Sachiko hushes up on the name. The girl suddenly straightens up thoughtfully.
"I know a friend called Shinozaki, do you know where she is?" The girl inquires. Sachiko shrugs, when in reality, she has a feeling she does, as she did sense nine souls entering her domain. "I'm looking for my Big Brother, what about you? It's such a pity that someone as small as you was stuck here," the girl's voice seems genuinely concern, and yet, it doesn't affect Sachiko. Does she really not know that she's a spirit? After all, surrounding her is the turquoise glow, and, if the girl did judge her appearance, it would appear as though she took on the form of a walking corpse. Perhaps this girl really is not as bright as Sachiko thought she would be. Sure, she didn't overestimate or set high standards for her, but this is quite saddening.
"I'm just here with my sister," Sachiko answers humbly and honestly. "What's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Mochida, Yuka!" The little girl beams, probably positive that Sachiko isn't going to harm her. She skips ahead in an animated way. "We can go see your older sister, and if she's not around, we'll go look for her! Then, is it okay if we go look for my oni-chan?"
"Of course," those words escape Sachiko's lips, in a hushed manner, despite the roaring predator within her.
Seiko nearly staggers over an entity. "Oh, I'm sor-Naomi!" Seiko chirrups happily at the end, her eyes fixating upon the small curled up girl in a fetal position. "I found you!" Seiko giggles, clasping her hands together. "I was looking for you an-"
"Why the hell did you leave me." Seiko's smile falters into a simper upon Naomi's harsh tone.
"Uh, N-Naomi?" Seiko chuckles uncomfortably at the end, shuffling in her spot. Why's Naomi shouting at her? Shouldn't she be happy that they've reunited? "Is something wrong?" Seiko inquires, balling up her fists and hugging them across her chest in a defensive position.
"I was being chased by some sort of monster, calling out for your name, and you have the gall to just appear randomly right now, acting as though everything's okay?" Naomi snarls, her head still lowered, and Seiko's unable to get a good look at her distraught friend. Seiko's eyes widen, startled by Naomi's rugged attitude. "Where were you!" Naomi bellows, the questioning tone lost and replaced with just a shouting timbre. Her friend wheels around, and Seiko flinches. Naomi's eyes are squeezes shut, closing over her normal toffee retinas. Her eyelashes are clumped together, possibly stuck by dried tears.
"I-I know you're scared Naomi," Seiko decides to cheer up her friend. Chased by a monster? Seiko's idea of this being one of those shows where they put unbeknownst people in scary areas just for laughs begins to flicker. Monsters aren't real obviously. "But we'll get out of here together!" Seiko twists her fingers with one another nervously. "We'll make it out together, right?" Seiko stammers upon the murderous look that slides onto Naomi's visage.
"Scared? I just nearly died by a man with a hammer!"
"I'm sorry!" Seiko isn't sure of why she's apologizing, yet, she stifles and extinguishes the flame of anger that stirs in her stomach. How rash and unreasonable Naomi is being. Oh, no, she shouldn't think of her friend like that. After all, best friends shouldn't have dark feelings against one another.
To her relief, however, Naomi's gaze lowers, as her brown eyes dark with regret. "Seiko..." Seiko positively beams at the sound of her name that forms around Naomi's lips. Is her friend going to apologize and everything will be great again? "Maybe we should just split," Seiko's hope of strengthening their friendship withers. "It's just...I need some time alone."
"Oh, yeah, sure," Seiko swallows a lump that clogs in her throat, burning the rest of her throat as it slides back down. She blinks away the tears that begin to form behind her eyes.
Naomi, humiliated and burning from her irrational rage towards Seiko, skirts around her friend that she pushed away, and down the dim hallway. What is she doing? Wouldn't she want to stay with Seiko after being chased by a monster? However, something, something prevents an apology of directing her wrath towards her unsuspecting friend to appear. Why couldn't she just say sorry? What an asshole she is! Naomi groans, regretting her decision of abandoning Seiko, who she was crying for earlier, slumps in the darkness. Why? "I'm so sorry Seiko!" Naomi finally forces those words out, that seem to lodge themselves in her throat, as though she doesn't want to say them. "I'm sorry!" Naomi wails, choking on her flowing tears.
"Naomi!" Naomi blinks, as she tries to wipe away her tears, only to unsuccessfully streak them across her face. "Naomi, follow me!"
"Se...Seiko?" Naomi's spirit begins to rise after feeling quite deflated upon having such a crude behavior towards her best friend. "Is that you?" Naomi slowly follows the sound of the enchantingly, haunting voice.
Too easy, the girl smirks. "Naomi!" The girl echoes once more, having witness the whole dramatic scenario between Naomi and Seiko. The girl sighs, as she begins waiting for the sniveling wreck to approach the lavatory. Oh, compared to her little sister, she's definitely the master manipulator. The footsteps that once were distant, sounds louder, as the said girl continues along the hallway that leads to this little bathroom.
Yes. I know, it's short. I'm sorry.