Disclaimer: I don't own Classroom of the Elite.
Halloween was a day much like any other in the White Room.
The walls were as bright as day instead of dark as night. Not a single decoration hung from them. Escape was still next to impossible for the unfortunate children who were kept here, being put through one daunting trial after the other.
One child in particular was sitting all alone at a table. He had just completed to tart which had been set for him that evening. If he was feeling drained or tired at all from what he had been through, it did not show on his blank expression. Young Kiyotaka Ayanoköji hoped the head of the White Room would be pleased with the results of his completed trial.
Particularly because the psychopathic scientist who was in charge of this room of brutality was his father.
A nearby door opened, catching Kiyotaka's attention. The small boy looked around to see his father approaching. The lab coat Professor Ayanoköji was wearing was as white as the walls of the room. A fierce stare was on his face as he approached his son, about to inspect the results of his task.
Kiyotaka showed nor sign of fear or worry as his father came towards him. He was used to the hard ways of the professor. He was just as tough on his son as the other children who were put through tormenting tasks in the White Room - although he was sure this would be an opportunity to bring out his father's favouritism towards him.
The Professor stopped by the small boy, casting his hard stare down towards him.
"Kiyotaka!" He addressed his son in a hard tone. "Have you completed what I have ordered you to do tonight?"
Kiyotaka gave a small nod, not saying a word to his cold-hearted father."
"Well then, boy, show me what you have done!"
Still without a single sound passing his unsmiling lips, Kiyotaka raised a hand to guesture towards what was sitting before him on the table.
Professor Ayanoköji turned to take what his son was pointing towards - and smirked.
"Brave, boy! Bravo!" he congratulated his son. "That's another task I have set you which you have completed with success!"
Kiyotaka remained silent. He didn't respond to the complement of his father. He just remained sitting at the table as the Professor observed his work.
"You have once again managed to leave all those failures in the dust!" The scientist cast his gaze towards the one child in the White Room who belonged to him. "Of course, I expect no less from you, my son! As you have learnt by now from me, winning is everything!"
Kiyotaka gave an understanding nod. He had heard the last three words his father uttered only too often. Throughout his time in the White Room, they had been hammered into the small boy's mind so that he would carry them with him while facing whatever life threw at him.
Professor Ayanoköji glanced towards his son's hand. Piles up beside it on the table were what the boy had used to carry out his task, which was a set of tools.
"One of these days, you're going to be released from this White Room and into the real world. You'll be out on a limb, Kiyotaka - which is why you will have to use the people you face as your tools! That's the only way to get what you want and win in life!"
The professor turned and walked away, leaving his son all by himself. Kiyotaka watched him leave, perfectly understanding all that he had told him. His father's psychopathic ways had been passed onto his son. He most certainly viewed other people as tools to be used. Whatever he faxed in the future, he would take full advantage of his peers, using them for his own gain in order to win.
Although there had to be better ways to use people as his tools than what he'd had practice with real tools that evening.
Kiyotaka looked emotionally at the pumpkin which he had been carving on the table. It stared back at him with the face he had sculpted onto it with the tools. He didn't know how he was going to use other people in the future, but he didn't think it would be for crafting jack-o-lanterns for Halloween.
The end.