So sorry for the wait ya'll! I was having one of the worst cases of writer block and wasn't really feeling like writing, but now I'm back baby!
To the reviewers-
zsxcfvbhnmk123: No, thank you so much. To be perfectly honest, reading your review was actually the one that pushed me out of my block and made me want to write again. Since you wanted to read chapters a bit longer than the other ones, how is this one for ya? Made it extra long just for you! I find SDR my favorite game out of all of them and have played the heck outta them. As for the future arcs, such as the Twilight Murder, I can 100% promise you, it will be different and better than my original. Will Natsumi live? Maybe, or maybe not!
After everyone hastily packs their belongings into suitcases and lugged them outside, they were greeted by a large white shuttle bus with the Hopes Peak insignia stamped on the side. Behind the bus was a white extension cart that was attached to the end of the bus. Next to the bus was Ms. Yukizome, wearing a winter-themed outfit that consists of a bright blue winter jacket, white earmuffs, and somehow tied it all together with her white apron.
"Yoohoo everybody!" She called out to her class, "You can take your luggage over to the extension cart and line up!"
"Whaat? But mine is so heeaavvyy!" Hiyoko complained as she tried pushing a suitcase that was twice her size, only moving it at a snail's pace. Nekomaru approaches the traditional dancer and lifts her suitcase along with his own as he walks over to load them up to the cart.
"Aww! Thank you, you good-for-nothing gorilla!" Hiyoko says.
"YOU'RE WELCOME. AND THANKS FOR THE COMPLIMENT!"
'That's a compliment for him?' Most of the class thinks as they sweatdrop.
"Oh, I might need some assistance with mine as well," Sonia asks, standing next to a golden suitcase dotted with gemstones.
"Allow me, Miss Sonia!" Kazuichi perked up at the opportunity and rushed up to attempt to lift the expensive suitcase. He planted his hand on the bottom and tried lifting it, but it wouldn't budge. "Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" Kazuichi grunts as he tries to lift the suitcase.
"Umm, maybe you should leave it to someone else Souda" Ryota chips, seeing the mechanic's face turn red.
"NO! I GOT IT!" Kazuichi spits out as he continues to struggle, his posture in an odd position. Fuyuhiko looks and rolls his eyes in annoyance before saying, "Oi! If you keep at it like that you're gonna-"
CRACK
All was silent in Hopes Peak entrance as the loud sound of something breaking interrupts the setting. Most of the class winced at the sound, minus a laughing Hiyoko, and are treated to the tragic sight of Kazuichi in a state of disarray. The mechanic was still in his crouched position, but he seemed to be in a state of paralysis, a silent scream in his face.
"Um, Kazuichi?" Sonia asks, orbiting the mechanic, "Are you okay?"
Nekomaru returns to the group and surveys the situation in front of him. "Hey, what're all the faces for? And what's the deal with Souda?" he asks. Like breaking out of a trance, Mikan hurriedly runs to Kazuichi's side and gently slides her hand over his back. She then turns to everyone and tells them, "U-um I think Souda may have d-dislocated his back. I n-need some help to p-pop it back in place please!" Isaac rubs the bridge of his nose before asking, "Nekomaru, could you take Sonia's luggage to the cart?"
"You betcha!" Nekomaru then lifts the golden luggage, staggering a bit due to its weight, and when he does, Kazuichi falls over while maintaining his crouching position like a statue. Isaac then turns to Mikan, "Do you need a hand?". The nurse rapidly nods her head and Isaac turns to one other of his classmates.
"Peko-san, could you give me a hand with him?" Peko silently nods and makes her way to the down mechanic with Isaac. Mikan then begins to explain to them what they needed to do: Isaac needs to hold Kazuichi's arms in place while Peko pushes his back in place.
"Okay, r-ready?" Mikan timidly asks as she finishes her explanation.
"Got it," Isaac says holding Kazuichi's arms under his own.
"Understood," Peko confirms, the palm of her hand resting on Kazuichi's lower back.
"3"
"2"
"1"
"G-Go!"
CRACK
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH"
Once that ordeal was settled, everyone pooled into the bus and sat in pairs. When Isaac sat down on the window seat, he pulled out one of his new books and began reading until someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Is this seat taken?" Isaac looks up and sees Mahiru asking him about the seat next to him. Isaac raises an eyebrow in confusion and replies, "Um, no, you can sit here Koizumi-san"
"Thanks," Mahiru says before plopping down next to the bounty hunter, who looks at her with a quizzical expression. Mahiru looks up at him and notices the look he's giving her and asks, "What's with that look? Is there something on my face?" Isaac shakes his head before opening his mouth but catches himself. He takes a moment to think before carefully saying, "Please don't take this the wrong way, but I thought you would rather sit next to one of the girls than one of the boys."
Mahiru sighs, "Does everyone think that I hate boys?" she asks, "I just think that boys should take responsibility for their duties. And let me be frank, the only sensible boys in our class are between you and Ryota. I mean, you have some things you need to work on too, like your constant napping in class, your horrible social skills, those creepy stares you give people, and then your need to cover yourself up-"
"Okay, okay! I get it!" Isaac says, "You didn't have to rip me a new one."
"Aw, I think that was a nice way to connect with each other!"
"Wow! Such blinding interactions from beacons of hope!"
Both Isaac and Mahiru look up and sees Ms. Yukizome facing them from the seat in front of them, with Nagito next to her doing the same.
"Hey, whatchu guys talkin' about?"
Isaac and Mahiru then look behind them and notices Souda and Fuyuhiko in the seats behind them. The former having a temporary back brace attached to him.
"Nothing you should be listening to." Mahiru replies to the mechanic, "Don't you know it's rude to listen to other people's conversations. Geez!" Kazuichi then raises his hands in defense, "Hey! I just wanted to be a part of the conversation."
Ms. Yukizome's smile slightly drops at Kazuichi's words before turning to Isaac, "Speaking of conversations, I've been meaning to ask you something, Mr. Bounty Hunter." Isaac tilts his head in confusion before motioning his teacher to continue.
"How in the world did you manage to convince Kizakura to go through with your vacation plan? The man might be a drunk, but he's got a pretty good head on his shoulders." Chisa asks, directing the attention to Isaac. Isaac then shrugs and simply replies, "I bribed him."
When the words exit his mouth, everyone around him reacts like they just been slapped. Fuyuhiko, eyes wide in surprise, asks, "How, in the ever-living FUCK, did you bribe a Hopes Peak scout?!" Isaac then looks at him in confusion as he looks around and sees similar reactions with everyone. "What?"
Nagito snaps out of his surprise before asking Isaac, "Takashi, do you understand fully how Hopes Peak scouts its students?" When Isaac shakes his head, Nagito begins to explain, "Every year, Hopes Peak sends out dozens of scouts all over Japan for one purpose: to seek out talent. They go through every possible place to find them from the seediest of the underbelly of society to the highest social class. Every student that has been attending this academy has been monitored for several weeks or months to ensure that they are the best at what they can do. To find the diamonds and separate them from the coals. A student being chosen is a decision that passes through the scouts and the scouts only respond to the principal. The scouts are said to be trained in a special facility where they are taught to never accept bribes or anything of the sort. They wouldn't be true students of hope if they were bought using money or influence. Mr. Kizakura was one of those scouts and is said to be a rock wall with his intuition. Takashi, with your skillset, I would believe you were aware you were being watched in preparation for being admitted to Hopes Peak."
Isaac takes in what the lucky boy says before stating, "The thing is, I wasn't scouted, I was recommended." The group then looks at Isaac with questioning looks, but Nagito's and Chisa's expressions held more suspicion.
At their looks, Isaac explained, "Well, I am originally from America and was working as a bounty hunter there. When a representative from Hopes Peak reached out to an associate of mine in America to ask them to teach at the school," Isaac made sure he didn't mention the connections between his mom and Jin Kirigiri, "They were aware of me and took interest since I fit the build of a Hopes Peak student. Since I'm half Japanese-"
"Wait, you're half Japanese? I thought you were full American." Kazuichi interrupts taking a closer look at Isaac.
Isaac shakes his head, "No, my mom is American, but my dad is Japanese and I was actually born here. I mainly get my looks from my mom, so it's a reasonable assumption that I don't look Japanese. But seriously, my last name is Takashi, what else could that signify?" Isaac then continues his explanation, "Back to what I was saying, since I still fell under Japanese citizenship, I could be enrolled into Hopes Peak. They actually did a full check of my past accomplishments and deemed me acceptable to Hopes Peak standards." When he finished his explanation, Nagito's face completely relaxes as he smiles brightly.
"Well, it seems you are an unexpected symbol of hope, but a symbol of hope nonetheless," Nagito says, a peaceful expression on his face. Ms. Yukizome still keeps her look of suspicion as she asks, "Okay then, but what on earth did you give him for him to agree?"
"One glass of St. Miriam whiskey," Isaac answers simply. When the words leave his mouth a loud, "WHAT!?" rings through the bus. A couple of hurried steps later and Teruteru is standing in the aisle next to the group's seats, panting.
"Whicha onneya said it!?" the cook asks, his fancy accent lost. "Who be talkin' about the legends of the Red Saint's Bottle?" The group just stares at him as Fuyuhiko speaks up, "What in the hell are you saying you damn perv?" Teruteru seems to shake off his surprise as he talks in a more calm voice."Who's talking about St. Miriam? I know I heard one of ya say it."
Mahiru tilts her head at the cook and answers, "Well Takashi was talking about it. He said he gave a glass of it to Mr. Kizakura." Teruteru then turns his gaze towards Isaac and his eyes widen. "Does that mean you have that legendary beverage at your disposal?"
"Hold up!" Kaziuchi stops the conversation to ask, "What's so important about some alcohol?"
"Some alcohol?! I'll have you know that a bottle of 1875 St. Miriam is so valuable that there was a rumor about it was a bargaining chip to end a war between two countries. Not even Hopes Peak, with all their resources and influence, can get a bottle. There's not even a market for it 'cause only 10 bottles exist! The only way to get one is through connections with literal billionaires. I would kill for an ingredient like that! It would go great for a new sauce I'm preparing, but it's impossible to get. Are you telling me that you have a bottle?" The cook looks at Isaac with an accusatory look. Everyone then looks at Isaac for an answer so Isaac just says:
"I know a guy."
After a few hours on the bus, some of the class started to get bored and tried out different things from singing 99 Bottles to a game of Eye Spy. Isaac, after finishing his book decided to take a nap, so he put some earplugs in and started to drift away into the realm of dreams.
A young boy with short dark brown hair is running through a white void. He is wearing a simple white cloth shired and brown pants, but the clothes are in tatters. Attached to his waist is a belt with a knife sheathed inside. The boy is heavily injured, his left arm carrying his bloodied right arm. He continues to run even though he is staggering from an injury on his left leg. The boy looks back with bright grey eyes as he sees that the void he is in slowly becomes tainted by a large dark shadow that's following him. As he continues to run from the spreading darkness the young boy screams for help in a raspy voice.
"Please! Help me! I don't want this!" he pleaded to no one as the darkness is slowly catching up to him. The boy quickens his pace and sees a doorway made of stone in front of him. At the sight of escape, the boy runs even faster, wincing in pain from his leg, not noticing the darkness's growth behind him. The boy finally reaches the doorway, but before he could pass through it, something grabs his leg, preventing him from leaving. The boy looks down and sees a hand molded from darkness latching onto his injured leg, holding it like a vice. The boy tries to pull away from the hand, he even tried to use his knife to stab at it, but to no avail. The boy turns back to the doorway and flinches at the sight of a male figure at the doorway, their face enveloped in shadows except for their shining grey eyes. The boy reaches out to the figure, tears in his eyes as he pleading for help,
"Please! I don't wanna go back! I wanna go back to my mom! I don't want to kill anymore!" the boy begs. The figure then reaches his hand to the boy and the boy grabs onto it like a lifeline and feels the dark hand on his leg melt away. The boy smiles, tears still pouring from his eyes as he is pulled into the doorway and into an embrace with the figure.
"Thank you! Thank y-" The boy's thanks stop as a sharp pain raced across his body, originating from his chest. The boy looks down and sees that the handle from a sword sticking out of his chest, blood dripping around the wound. The boy looks up at the figure as blood trickles from his mouth. The figure looks back at him with the same grey eyes, but instead of shining, the eyes look down at him coldly.
The pain is too much for the boy as he falls back through the doorway and into the darkness. Dozens of hands now grab the boy and pull him deeper into the darkness. The boy looks back into the doorway and manages to choke out one word.
"W-why?"
The figure's stare does not waver as he continues to watch the boy being pulled into the abyss. The dark hands soon block out the boy's sight and before the darkness fully envelopes him, the boy hears a voice clear as day answer him.
"May the souls of the damned strengthen you my little hafid"
Alone
Pain
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P̵̰̫͙̼̤̖̻͎̎͑̃̇̇̊͝͝Ả̶̧̢̮̗̥̞̱͎̱̙̎̉̃͒͑̈̆̂́̕͠Į̷̧̢̨̛̹̗͙̖̩͇̪͑͌̊̾͗̋͝N̷̫̞̺̹̩̩̟͗͐͘͜
F̶̧͙̩̲̳̘̜̺̪̗̭̱̺̫͉̲̗̬͉̤͕̪͖̘͓͛̍̄̀̒̂̈͝͝͝Ạ̶̛̖̫͎̮͍̱͉̘̳̺̟̼̺̺͔͓͋̓͑̈́̿̑̒̆̂̆Į̸̘̳͕̣͍̻͈̞͍̞͗̀̒̓̇̂̆̓̂̔͆̆͋͐̇̈́́̋͘͘͝Ḻ̷͕̪̞̘̲̣̣̗͕͊̒̾͊̊̂̈́͆̓́̈̈̽͋̊̂̋̍̀͒͂̔̏̚̚͠Ư̸̢̯͎͕͕͓̟͕̥̙̻̠̖̳̤̣͕̮̹͖̞̥̺̝̑́̃̾̽̎͌͝Ṙ̵̢̦͆͊̀̀̿̆̎̊́͒̑͋̕͘E̵̢̩͚͚͚͛̊͑͜͜ͅͅ
Ķ̶̛͔̩̹̗̯̺͍̱̘̩̝̠͍̟̻̣̹̹̩͕̤̜͑̌̆̾͂̀́̓̽̿͌̒͌͆͑͒̍̽͂̈́̇̅̈́͒͆͆͌͛̐̈͗̎̓̈̈̍͋̑͘͘͝͠͠Į̷̢̭̯̘̪̮̹̦͈͎̬̻̙̻͓͙̞̫̠͓͍̙̲͔̘̖̦̻̱̦̍̄͌̀̀̐̇͂̽͗̆́̊́̌̊͐͐̂̐͊̉̀͊̆̈̈́̊̌̔͒̏͛̄͗̉̄̀̈́̐͛̀̐͗̚̕͘̚̚͝͠ͅL̵̨̛̟̻͓̦̩̜̠̲̝̯̗̪̤͇͖̠̠͕̲̤̻̞̺̤̜̭̦͇̯̫̥̞̖̫̫̫̜͋̆̏̂̆̈̐̈́͊̾̈́̌̊̒̂̈́̓̅͂̓͗́̽̓̀͘̚͜͜͠͝͠͝Ļ̷̨̛͇͙̥̖̬͕̥̗̝̜̘̱̹͍͈̣̰̦̖͎͍͚̥͙͙͇̮̘̮̣̫̼͇̬̥͈̪̞̈̉̽̂̀̈́̄͐́̐̉̋͐̊̉͂̒̐͛̔̊͆̈́̅̐̿̈́̋͋̾̈́́̔̽̂̃́́͌̋͑̐͛̆̒̕̚̕͜͜͝ͅͅ
K̶̛̺̖͍̼͇̠̔̓̉̇̆̏̈́͋̈́̋̈́͋̂̃̅̂̔́́̉́͆̃̈̅͑͊̇̋͌̃͆̅̐̐̃̿̑̓̍̈́̊͌̎͗̓̋͆́̇̕͘͘̚͘͘͝͝͝͝͠͠͠I̵̧̛̛͉͎̤̪͉͓̞̤͕̘̥̭̘̩̠̬̖̺̗̘̩̜̙͈̰̻̊̌̀͋͆́͐̃̽̾̽̌̉̊͑̂͗͛̈́̋̔̋̓̌͌͂̑͗̍͂̄̾̈̂̐͛̏͌͊̽̍́̽͐͐͒̾͛͂̋͂̀͒̚͘̕̚͘̚̕̚͜͠͝L̷̨̢̡̺̝̹̠̥̥͍̫̗̠̬̺̮̲̫̲͈̙̭̤̟͕̜̰̝̣͓͉̠̬̮̻̱̣̪̟̤̪͎͙͉̻̬͍̑̆͐́̐̑͒̊̾̆͐̂̀͂̋̾̈́̆͛̊̓̆̊͌̓͑̑̒͐̔͋̋̅̑̀͌͗̏͛̚͘̚͜͜͝͠͠͠ͅͅͅL̵̡̨̛̞̯̳͍͖̱̥̠̲̦̤͖̙̻̯̫͍͕̗͚͂̆̓̂͊̊̏̅́̅̅̑͆̈́͜͜
D̵̨̧̨̡̧̛͈̤͓̲͙̯̫̺͚͚̤̻̪̮͉͈̞̩͇͉̙̩̭͖̻͙̭͙̟̟̝̲̯̦͕̯̞͕̺͎̱̣̼͓̣̀̓̐̏͛̅̎́̏͒̍̽̒́̃̔̂̍̋̈́̀͆̽̑͑͐̇̋͆́͑̕̕͜͝͝ͅĔ̷̡̡̨̢̨̨̨̛̛̻͙͍͎̳͖͓̳̩̜͉͕̣̘͔̰̼͖̟̰̬̫̹̞͖̦͙̮̩̠͓͖̝̞̗̼͎̭͍̝̩̳̞̥̟̖̦̜̠͖͓͍̩͈̟̹͕̙̣̯̗͚̜̘͗̏̌̆̓̎͗͆̒͂͒͌̓̔̌͌̉̂͆͛̊̅͑̔͛̊̔̽̽͛͂͋̒́̏̄̅̽̀̍̂̔̓̀́̄͋̓̏̔̾͊̃͂͘̚͜͠͝ͅͅͅĄ̸̧̨̢̢̛̛̛͕͎̼̻͉͍̬͍͓̳͈̞̯͇̙͔͕̗̭͔̻̝̬̘̜̱̖̮̜̝͕̯͕̫͇̲̻̠͖̬̯͕̩̘̟̲̦̈́͒̈́͛̈́́̅̄͋̃̅̍̍̿͌̀̋̿̇̈́͌͂̏̾͌͋̀͋̐̈́̉̈̇̑͛̈́̒͌́͆͌̌̅́́͂̏̓͂̓̕̚͘̕͘̚͘͝͠͝͝͝ͅT̷̢̢̧̧̛̗̞̯̭̥̼͉̜̜͉̙͚͇̲̥̦̫͚̱̥̤͉̲̩͇̠͚̮̦̤̗̼̰̹̯̱͚͍̰̲̠̣͈͎̭͉̿̋̑̂͂̽̀͌̂͛̾͒̋̆́̑̉̓̓̾͛͌́̄͑͗̊̑̂͑̒̂̄̄̑́͛͑̾͂̇̇̌̂͊͒̓̇̓͂̊̅̃̃̐̏̐͊͋̉͑̋̃̂͗̏́̚͘͘͜͜͜͜͜͠͠͠͝͝ͅͅͅḨ̷̡̨̢̡̧̛̘̮̥̟͔̙̭͔̜̝̟͙͔̥̲̠̺̻̠̮̫̮̙͙̰͎͙̱̻͓̖͕̲̖̥̟̯̖̭̫͊̇͗̒̎́̌͋̾̂̄̐̈̇̍̅̍͋̈̈̄͒̎̄́͂͗̐̇̈́̅̀̐́͒̋̍̔̿̒̆̍̐͒͋̈́̀̅̐̀̿̏̌̒̚͘͘̚̕͝͠͠͝͝͝ͅ
W̵̧̢̛̛͚̺̻͉̤͍̖͓̭̬͈̭̲̣̣̞̬͕̟͈̣͙̤̲͎͙̟͇̝͓̯̦̪̫̙͖͍͎̓̀̄̌͆̓̐̓̀̏̑͂̋͋͛͐͒͊̎͒͑̌͌̏͑̃̐̀̅̆͆̾̐̽̏̂͗̕͘͝ͅẢ̸̡̨̢̡̨̡̢̛͔͉̼̟̮̞̮̠̰͇̜̙̘̟̻̗̮͎̭͙̠̟͇̠͉̣̞͎̼̹͓̫̪͔̮͓̪̮̪͎̮̖̯̖͖͎̠̣̳̼͎̞̪̫͈̯͚̰̎̎̏͑̒́̅͑͊̿͐̏͒͐̒̑̍̑̽̿̏͘͜͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅK̷̢̡̛̛̯̥̜̝̟̝̤̹̪̫̻̲͈̱̠̣̻͎̰̩̯̥̪͇͖̱͈͉̦̯͓̯̔̓̀̂͊̔͑̐͋̈͂́̆̋͑̽̊̽̈́̾̋̀̃̔͗̄̄͂̅͋̎̔̓͒͗̐̓͂́̌̎̐̐̈́̄̉̐̂͆͋̋͑́̀͛͒̃̇̕͜͜͠͠͝ͅͅĘ̴̨̛̤͔̠͇͉̙̣̫͕͔͎̲͓̦͚̻͓̥̘̟̞̥̬̠̭̹̤̣̮͉̹̗̣͔̬͓̝̹̜̙͉̲̦͓̖͉̞̻̦̲̣̭̥̘̞̦͚̻̣̣̬̞͔̆̿̆̀̿͐̒́́̎͌̈́̎͆̽̓̐́̏͒͐̋̆͗̐̑͆͗̅̓̔̑̿͘̚͜͜͝ͅͅ ̸̧̢̢̛͖̫͇̞̠̩̼͈̙͕̦̮͎͉̰̳̳͍͍͍͇̰̖̗͔̮̪̳̝̭͇͙̩̪͍̜͇̲͈͙̙̫̱̺͇̱͔̮̞͈̬̗͙̟̩͇̳͉̟̞̺̠͋͑̔͗́̀͒̈́͑̾̇̔͒́͐́̑̃̌̈́̐̎͛̑͒̔̈́͊̃͊̿̃͌͆̈̋̕̚͘͝͠͠Ư̶̧̢̛̛͓̝̥̲̝̯̭̜̤̩͙̭̲͉͙̼̩̼͈̟͕̩͉͖̺̱̭͉̭̺͕͓̰͚͂́͒͒̃̉̀́̄̊͗̏̊͊̎́͗̅̇͌͒́͆̄̎̇̾̇͆͐̂̓͊̑̋̅́͗͋̅̒̒̒̿̽̀̓͆̓͂͒̓̂̔́́̿̌̓͘̚͘̚͝͝͝P̵̨̢̧̜̝̠͚̺͉̲̦̫͍̲̖̮̣̗͇̺̙̞̜̥̝̖͖̻̦͕̼̟̙͖̙̘̐̈̊͐̽̅͒̈́̒̑͆̐̓͂̓̂͆̈́͆̓̌̍͑̊̿̀̉̎͘̕̚̚͜͝͝͠͠ͅͅ
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WAKE UP!
"Wake up!"
Isaac's eyes snap open as someone is shaking him awake, yelling at him to wake up. Isaac wakes up clutching his chest, and the first thing he notices is that he isn't on the bus anymore, he's laying down on a bed. Isaac looks next to him and sees Chiaki standing over him with a concerned look. Isaac squints his eyes at the bright lights in the room.
"Where am I?" Isaac asks groggily as he sits up, stretching and cracking his body.
"You fell asleep on the bus and when we got to the lodge you were still asleep. Everyone was about to wake you up, but Ms. Yukizome told them how tired you are for planning the stay here so Akane carried you over to your room." The gamer answers, "You've only been asleep for 3 hours."
Isaac stopped stretching as he looks at his classmate and asking, "What about everyone else? Did they settle in fine?" Chiaki nods at him, "Everybody just about finished settling in. I came up here to wake you up for the first meeting."
Isaac nods back and jumps off the bed, but stops. Isaac turns to Chiaki and asks, "Where's my coat and quiver?" Chiaki points to the corner of the room where a coat rack stood, holding both his winter coat, his hoodie, and...his...gloves.
Isaac looks down on himself for the first time since he woke up and notices that he is wearing nothing but his pants and a white tank top, which fully displays the numerous amount of scars littered on his hands and arms. He looks back at Chiaki and notices that her gaze wasn't on him, but on the permanent marks on his body.
"Did anyone come in other than Akane, Chiaki?" Isaac asks in a low but powerful voice. Chiaki snaps out of her thoughts and shakes her head. Isaac looks her in the eyes before walking over to the coat rack and dresses in the hoodie and gloves, leaving the jacket and quiver hanging on the rack. He walks over to the door of the room in preparation to leave, but-
"Wait!" Isaac stops, his hand still on the doorknob. He doesn't turn around but knows that Chiaki is standing right behind him.
"Are you okay Isaac?" Chiaki asks in a quiet tone. Isaac then turns around to face his classmate and with a bright smile, answers, "Yeah let's go Nanami-san! Let's not keep our class waiting." Without another word Isaac opens the door and walks out to the hallway, leaving Chiaki all alone in the room. Chiaki stares back at the exit of the room where Isaac left and sighs.
"For a guy who can catch a liar, he's a terrible one," Chiaki whispers to herself before leaving the room to catch up to her classmate. At the end of the hall, in the middle of the staircases, Isaac holds himself as he whispers to himself, "I know Chiaki, I know."
Author Note: Okay so I just sat myself down and told myself, "You are gonna finish this chapter!" Now another question on how I should continue: Should I keep going with the little snowboard vacation? I can write another chapter about their time in the mountains and include the iconic scene from the anime's ED. Or should I find this a good place to stop and continue on to the next arc, which will be the beginning of the Twilight Murder Case!
DUN DUN DUN!
If I hear nothing back, I'll probably continue on into the vacation and do the snowboard scene.
Until we meet again, PEACE OUT!
Edit: I put a little Easter Egg from one of my all-time favorite show. I wonder if anyone can find it?