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[October 23rd, Afternoon / Hisakawa Academy, Campus Grounds]
Sagawa wasn't sure, what exactly to make of Iori Nishimura's reasoning. Sagawa could only quietly listen as she tried to wrap her mind around it all. Though, there wasn't much use in helping it. The things that Iori said just seemed to confirm that she was viewing everything from a practical manner. However, according to her, the only reason she had was...
"...It's because I enjoy hanging out with you for some reason. Not to mention that doing noogies on you feels so satisfying."
Just because she wanted to hang out with her?
"So just a chew toy for your knuckles." Sagawa concluded.
"Try that again, and I'll make Zeus throw a bolt of lightening on you."
...
"Is there something wrong going on around here, Mizunohara-san, Nishimura-san?"
At that moment, a boy with snow white hair came fourth. Michio. Probably drawn to the animosity shown by his childhood friend and Iori.
"Perhaps I could be of assistance to both of you in solving whatever issue you may have at the moment? Though it would be helpful if you could explain what the problem is exactly."
"Oh, We're just talking while waiting for Imada-san. She said that she wants to meet us here."
Responding to Michio, the maid had returned to acting like a maid. The girl that had been talking to Sagawa a moment ago appeared to have withdrawn. Letting her formal facade come forward. Sagawa had known Michio long enough to know that, he would not have bothered to approach Iori if he hadn't seen them arguing.
There was a time the maid and Michio got along with each other, but not anymore. For that reason, they acted like this towards each other - or rather, maybe it was Iori who was acting even more?
As Sagawa turned to face the approaching Kamijou, the maid worked to ease his thoughts.
"Worry not, Kamijou-kun. We're fine."
It was spoken in a very servant like manner. Like the way a maid would assure that all was going well, even if just moments before she was hotly scolding her charge for being lazy.
Either way, Sagawa didn't want to keep them two together for long. There was just this feeling that nothing good would come from them being together as they were.
So Sagawa went into action as well.
"Michio-kun, do you feel a bit better now?" She took a step towards him.
"You've had that spaced out look through much of today. So, I was a little bit worried, you know? But, it looks like you've snapped out of it a bit."
"I'm glad."
Sagawa couldn't hold her investigation with Michio there. And, keeping him and the maid in the same vicinity was inviting trouble. If anything, it seemed like she was keeping him away from his work again. Being such a worrywart about her, Sagawa was only getting in the way of what he really had to do again.
Therefore, she was going to get him to leave as gently as she could.
"Hey, Michi-....oh."
Sagawa's attention was lulled away as she heard the sound of a windblown tune approaching. There was only one person in school known for playing a flute out on the grounds like this. It was... a certain person that Sagawa tended to actually avoid. Not out of ill will or anything. Yura Yukitani was nice and bright. He performed those traits admirably, and many liked him for that.
But, those motions of kindness and consideration were all completely fabricated when he tried to apply it to her. There was no way she could be friends with someone who acted completely fake towards her.
Nonetheless, there was no doubt he was good at playing the flute. His way of playing carried an enthusiasm that made his one intrument have the spirit of several. And he did all of this while making it look like a trivial task. It probably was, for someone at his skill level.
The flute player, Yura Yukitani, bowed to the three of them after finishing his mobile performance in front of them.
"Good afternoon."
"Ah, was I interrupting your casual talk with my tune? I'm sorry!"
Sagawa's eyes narrowed at his conjecture. Certainly, there was no way he was just aimlessly walking - and just so happened to stop conveniently before the three there. What about all of those walls and bushes he would've tripped over first? Yukitani may have had interest in their
casual talk as he had coined it.
But... that also gave Sagawa an idea as well.
"Yes, you're absolutely right. This was a secret session of girl's talk before Michio-kun and you stopped by." Sagawa then put her finger to her lip, making a 'hush' gesture.
"Girl's talk is bound by an iron will of trust among all of the girl's at school. If anyone breaks it, they have to swallow at least one thousand needles."
Also known as a pinky promise. Though, that one was only a pact between just a couple people.
Yet, the familiar childish premise seemed to exist in a much grander scale among the girl's at Hisakawa if Sagawa's words were to be believed.
"Well, the truth is, Iori-san I were talking about work related to school. Together, were were talking about doing this month's report project on...."
Glancing around, Sagawa read her surroundings without moving her eyes. There was Yura's flute. But if she brought that up, he would likely step in and be happy to help. Opposite of what Sagawa wanted to do. She was already starting to cause and backward silence.
If she didn't think of something now... someone else would speak up, and.
Flutes.... Elephants... Something...
Fed up with overthinking, Sagawa threw out her next random thought.
"It'll be on.... Guy Anatomy."
Sorry.... but, I hope this manages to scare you off.
Suddenly looking meek and withdrawn, Sagwa gave her childhood friend a worrying proposition.
"Hey, Michio-san. You don't suppose... if we used a mosaic for the face. Being a model... you wouldn't mind? Or maybe, if we used both Yura-san and you together... it'll decrease the chances of anyone noticing? ....Right? I mean... that whole video about people thinking it's funny to kick people there. Some of us don't realize that... that's actually really bad. So..."
Catching on, Iori started to realize that Sagawa was starting to trip up over her own lies. Though, considering the rather strange topic she had just thrown out there, maybe it was probably better to have just kept all of this in the vague realm of Girls Talk. Just exactly what was Sagawa thinking?
One of them responded to a mumbling Mizunohara, saying...
@Weisenhart
@Accelerator
@Miya
@_Anyone
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[October 23rd, Afternoon / House Near Hachi-Ou Park]
Heeding an alert that popped up on their phone, a man moved over to a window overlooking the abandoned lot near his home. Eying out the area, he instantly spotted a scooter parked nearby. Looking into the park itself, from his vantage point it was clear that a student was wading their way through the grass.
Probably, it was once again that same student, making yet another return trip to the fenced off property. He seemed to be trying to do some kind of charity work in clearing weeds out of the park. There wasn't any harm in that alone. But, it wasn't something that was cleared by anyone in the neighborhood.
Indeed, there wasn't any desire for any of this to go on any longer.
Watching the boy begin his work, the observer took out his phone, and dialed 110.
"Hello, Police. What is your emergency?"
"Hi. So there's this student..."
Explaining his situation, the man wondered if the police would get there in time, for once.
[October 23rd, Afternoon / Hachi-Ou Park]
There was this interesting part of the park that piqued curiosity. There was this unnaturally shredded looking stump that looked like some monster had cut it down by snapping it with it's bare hands. In his time there, Yuuki found himself drawn towards cleaning up that area.
Occasionally, his weed pulling would bring a random yen coin entangled in the weed's roots - probably dropped by some park stroller years ago. It was a delight to come across, but there wasn't any real hope in getting anything. That was, until he started working in a certain area near the stump.
For some reason, this part, at the edge of a sidewalk between the gnarled stump he had found... a pen! But even better than that, he found two whole coins entangled in just one weed root. All of these items were close to each other. Maybe someone had dropped and emptied their pockets there at some point.
Though the chance was slim, maybe if he started digging around that area, he might turn up more coins that were beyond the reach of those roots.
Of course, he didn't have any real tools to actually start digging.
In fact, that whole spiel was nothing more than a passing product of his own wishful thinking. He had merely gotten lucky with this spot. Still... even with that area now clear, and nothing else turned up... his mind seemed to ask him if he really wanted to try. But no, it was best to move on.
But... what if someone really did drop a bunch of coins there?
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The air whispered it's unsettling thoughts, and lingering resentments.
Aside from the fences blocking off the park entrances, the rest of the park itself was walled in with this thick cinderblock that only let the two story houses across the street peek over it. With the overgrowth and the trees, this entire place was nestled away from the rest of the town. Anything could happen here, and no one would immediately notice.
The first time it happened, Kimura had ran out so far that he didn't realize how much diving through the fence opening scratched him up. It was a miracle he didn't get any scars from that. What was truly amazing to think he kept coming back.
As long as he didn't stay till dark, he should be fine.
There was a heavy feeling over this place. The rumors that two schoolkids had been murdered there before. Come to think of it, if that rumor was true, what were the chances he was pulling weeds right over a crime scene. Right were people had met their ends.
Would he continue?
@ERode
@_Anyone
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