Loose Ends

We're living in a den of thieves-- Rummaging for answers in the pages.

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Shady Street || Malchancevilain

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Witness:

He can’t help but grit his teeth when his summation appears to have the exact opposite effect as intended. Were detectives just unable to take a hint when it came to things like this? All the investigators he had caught glimpses of in television dramas growing up at least had the tact not to pester potential witnesses for answers at such a dangerous time and place, or at least acknowledged  the trouble it would give them. Maybe it was only young detectives, Kirigiri’s methods had more than a few similarities to the ones of this girl…

As the area around them continues to grow darker, Byakuya moves his arms-and by extension the groceries- closer to his chest. His head turns back to it’s forward position, but he stays in place. “Aren’t half of those questions things that could be answered with the police report?” he asks disdainfully.

The van had had no license plate to speak of, a detail so common when it came  to crime here that he had assumed it would have automatically been written down without a need for him to mention it, but he was completely certain that he had mentioned the van being black. There wouldn’t have been any reason for them to leave off that detail, would there? It wasn’t as if he had described it’s exact make and model (Not that he could, of his many fields of study, types of cars was not one of them.) So what reason would they have to omit the color?

Being so focused on that train of thought, it took him a moment to notice that his contemplation had started to show outwardly. His hand had found itself close to his lips, and though Yui likely couldn’t see it with his back facing her, his expression had changed to one of stern concentration.

Of course, when he did notice he was quick to get out of such a position as soon as he possibly could, arms once again at his sides and starting to speak again to distract her from the previous movements.

“And why are you expecting me to know how she was feeling? You think I would be able to tell her emotions from a glimpse of her face in the dark?”

Comparing her to an ACTOR was a poor choice of thought. Actors did what a script written by another told them, detectives did their jobs and whatever would be required of them due to it. May it be questioning their ONLY lead, who happened to be a VENDING MACHINE of information, or seeking out clues on their own. Yui just preferred to get as much information as she could from whatever was given to her, not to immediately fall into ASSUMPTIONS due to the lack of information presented. Actors already had everything presented to them, simply playing a role of detective. If that were the case for Yui, she wouldn’t have bothered approaching him AT ALL.

Even with his back to her, she sensed his sudden INTRIGUE with the way his hand raised to his lips, silence blanketing them for a few, brief moments. Cut short by his INDIGNANT tone, as if he was trying to still shake her loose from his trail. But, this time he hadn’t asked her to LEAVE. He asked her to EXPLAIN.

❝ Emotion isn’t only displayed by someone’s facial expression. Did she tense up when she saw you? Did she make a noise? Did her breath hitch? ❞

Question after question, STRINGS of information dangling in front of her, just waiting for her to reach out and grab them. If only he’d continue to help it along, as much as he APPEARED to hate it. She saw she could see a spark of interest in his eyes, however, as she QUICKENED her pace that slightest bit to be on his side.

With all the information he was reconfirming to her, she could only guess that he was the one who actually FILED the report. That was one of the reasons she continued questioning him-- To find out if he knew anything MORE, and if he knew the BASICS too. Trivial, but finding who filed the report should have been one of the first things she did. Luck appeared to be on her side this time, presenting him to her without the STRUGGLE of searching the smokey streets surrounding them.

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Bright Days || SecondComingOfDespair

Leaves fluttered through the air, adorning the park in a warm glow. Chatters and screams of EXCITEMENT accompanied them in a rehearsed harmony, children finding delight in the simplicity of the patterns that decorated the atmosphere. All except ONE, Yui noticed, eyes glancing briefly towards the disabled occupant nearby the bench she was sitting at. An UNWELCOME wave of sympathy (Don’t somehow patronise her, Yui!) passed her briefly, Yui sliding a little closer to the girl in question.

❝ Good morning. My name is Samidare Yui, may I ask yours? ❞

She wasn’t doing anything of importance that day, simply relaxing in the park in a moment of IDLE bliss. Every once in a while, it was nice to sit back and embrace the nature around you. Relaxing was something she needed right now, if she EVER wanted to focus on her goals again.

So if a part of her day off involved meeting someone new, she didn’t mind at all. Though she was a little CURIOUS as to where this child’s guardians were... Who would just leave their child at a public park?

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Lost Beginnings || GodStoreHouse

The brunette wasn’t usually one for engaging in conversation so willy-nilly, regardless of how FRIENDLY she could be. Long ago she realised how INCONVENIENT others found it, sorting to mainly keep to herself unless the need was dire. And this just so happened to be a situation Yui considered DIRE, tapping on the taller male’s shoulder.

     ❝ Hey--                              Did you drop this... ? ❞

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Shady Street || Malchancevilain

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Witness:

There was a difference between being withholding information to be mysterious, and withholding it to keep from getting involved. He wasn’t an idiot, with how silent everyone was regarding the abduction- even the most loose-lipped of gossipers in the neighborhood had their mouths sealed shut about the incident- there had to be something more to it, something dangerous. Something he couldn’t afford falling into.

The sun continues to set as the unlikely pair traverses down the block, it’s disappearance over the horizon synchronous with the lighting of the battered and worn neon signs prevalent throughout the district. Soon enough they would be the only thing illuminating the area, and Byakuya did not want to be out when they did. But he also could allow this girl to know where he lived, or else she was sure to hound him for answers at every hour of the day…

“That would make the two of us. I had no reason to take interest in her life.”

He didn’t have to say much, just give her brief enough information that she would be satisfied, but not enough that whoever was behind this would search for him if their plans went tits up. He stops his walking and turns only his head to face her. He just needs to say what he said in the police report.

“Look. She ran into me, she ran away from me, next thing I know she’s getting dragged into a van. Happy?”

She didn’t like his tone, but each time she bugged him, he gave her more answers than she could ever want. It was like a VENDING MACHINE, where you pay for one candy and on the drop down, it catches another and you get to have BOTH for the price of just one. With such a system, how could she NOT exploit it to it’s full extent? Even if all he gave her were basics... Yui found herself finding MORE within his words.

Halting once he turned his head to face her, she tilted her’s in a questioning fashion. As to why he was so WORRIED, she wasn’t sure. Only HE knew of her occupation currently, and unless he didn’t want her to keep him as an ANONYMOUS source, no one would know he had played a part in the crime-solving. Perhaps it was just POSSIBILITIES that rang through his mind, wishing not to become their next VICTIM.

Understandable, but JUSTICE wasn’t going to serve itself. The chances of him being NEXT in THIS neighbourhood were just as high.

❝ You were there? What colour was the van? License plate number? When she ran into you, what expression did she have on her face? Fear? Uncertainty? ❞

An absolute, luck-stricken vending machine, and each piece of candy she got only made her smile INWARDLY. Yui almost had to ask if he was doing this on PURPOSE, to seem inconspicuous to any lingering ears on the street. Either way, he was doing her nothing but FAVOURS.

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Memory Lane || Mystxryious

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Kyouko-chan:

It wasn’t a cruel game the detective wished to play when stating those words. But the matters as to who this girl, standing right before her, was … a complete BLANK appeared when thinking about her. No amount of repetition of the name, as others would use this technique when trying to recall what they forgotten, would work. She could say the name as many times as possible but the outcome never changes. The conclusion stands as her voice coldly implied: she cannot recall the girl known as YUI SAMIDARE, no matter what words were spoken to the stoic detective.

Confusion was immediately noted to every feature made, quite naturally, that felt cruel on her end. But also cruel to the other. Nothing about this ‘reunion’ could offer any happiness to it and neither was it self-assuring. Barely escaping the grips of absolute despair, the enigmatic woman ventured in this new world of complete chaos instead of cowering away. Memories of the past hardly came into priority when fulfilling a faint debt to the people who rescued her as well as her companions. They all survived but only six out of the original sixteen students survived. The other ten have met their fall at the academy which turned into a graveyard for the deceased students.

                I’d like to remember but … it’s impossible, for now.

As for Samidare, their current location may be another target for the Monokuma units to proceed. Standing here to speak for too long may not be a wise decision. For now, their footsteps aren’t clear but a little farther away from this spot.

Although … a visual image had come to mind of someone who may have been in her life that knew much of her. Which was a surprise, given her nature of being a closed book with multiple locks. If this girl was right in being part of her memories, then … is she the girl who was like a sister? There wasn’t anyone who could be refer to being an older sibling and neither would she find the image of a sister from anyone. Except …her? Cruel——this was horrid and left an unimaginable dread throughout her body. That fear she greatly expressed to Naegi-kun which differed to everyone else’s fear … it hadn’t been erased.

Denying this fear is the same as denying the Tragedy ever came to pass. Just witnessing the sight and being pointed to the obvious EVIDENCE could put any detective to a weakened state of mind. Of course, she did no such thing as revealing her obvious discomfort but kept a usual composure in case this was all a trap. The disadvantage of not knowing her memories leaves multiple trust issues to be tested out here. One could say ‘I am part of your memory’ but later abuse her. Though looking at this girl’s eyes …

Something differed. Was Samidare truly … affected because of her response to not remembering? There was an honest distress and ANXIETY leveling up in her form, which is why nothing about this appeared to be a trick. If that’s the case, then perhaps giving her a detailed explanation as to why she didn’t know her might be best. After all, if there was a plausible chance of her being a CHAIN to her memories, it may be triggered just as the other memories were. Who knows if that foggy IMAGE will end up revealing itself and at least, for goodness sake, make her remember who this girl is.

❝… Samidare Yui? Oh, that’s right— because I made the confession of what truly happened to me in an area with no cameras, it was never broadcast to the world. But I’m afraid I don’t remember you, Samidare-san. You see … during the mutual killings, the mastermind behind the Tragedy took more than just my memories of Hope’s Peak Academy. She also took away my talent and that caused a disconnection with myself. In other words, my life as a detective was completely erased … I can’t even recall anyone who I have ever met. I only managed to recall what my purpose was when I attended Hope’s Peak Academy and my talent as the Ultimate Detective. Though … if you say we have met, then I’m afraid that is something I have no memory of for now.❞

As painful as it is to admit to her, there was nothing the detective could do at the time. When it comes to recalling anyone right now, only the people within the mutual killings are the only memories she carries. Vague pictures of her father also came up and her reasons for attending the academy but … the past cases she worked on, the people she met ( including YUI ) are not there. Features never bothered to reveal the disturbing realization that she truly did have her entire life erased. It was a horrible feeling on her end but perhaps more painful towards Yui.

Ah, the deafening sound of SILENCE. Nothing else knew how to freeze up the brunette’s thinking process. Or, do the complete opposite and accelerate it’s pace to the point where not even SHE could keep up with it’s constant, uncertain whining. The HESITANCE in the response Yui wanted to come so much sooner forced her hand to close, gently squeezing the newly formed fist. A nervous tick, she supposed, raising the hand by her chest to prove that she still had no ill intentions. But her actions didn’t DISTRACT her rapid thoughts, questions piling upon each other and shutting others out, only for those to jump in with a louder ‘voice’.

❝ ... Completely Erased...❞                                                    ❝ ... Can’t even recall anyone...❞      ❝ I’m afraid that is something I have no memory of.❞

‘The Highschool Life of Mutual Killing’ was a program she never finished. Spoilers about the memories being DISCARDED like trivial notions under the Mastermind’s grip was something she was unaware of. Something that sounded ABSURDLY unrealistic to her. But what could anyone call normal in this world anymore? Children were killing adults in a city not too far away, Duel Noir and activities like that existed and ran as if there was nothing morally WRONG with the notion. Ash was the new source of OXYGEN, what with how the littered the air and ground. Humanity was reverted back to the STONE AGES in a matter of what felt like seconds, all under the perfectly polished boot of a young adult.

So she’d believe it blindly, if Kyouko claimed that all memories were lost due to the events of that broadcast. Actually, she’d believe almost ANYTHING Kyouko told her, for Kyouko wasn’t particularly known for lying. Not about something as SERIOUS and HURTFUL as this. And believing that truth had it’s consequences-- Green eyes glinting in forlorn understanding, the fist earlier formed resting against her heart.

Her FEAR to be caught by the roaming Monokumas faded momentarily, her thoughts slowing enough for her to count and recall them properly. Yet each one spoke of slight PAIN for the answer received. No one could EVER react positively to the realisation that someone so close to them couldn’t even remember their name.

While Yui remembered Kyouko’s features, and the way she lit up slightly when she was correct, Kyouko remembered a BLUR. Yui’s memories stayed intact, Kyouko’s remained LOCKED in a pixelated safe, where she hadn’t a clue what the pin was to unlock it. Only the Mastermind did. And knowing Kyouko herself had been played even FURTHER into that Mastermind’s hands... Upset her, to say the very least.

❝ I-Is that so...? Then... Maybe I should re-introduce myself. ❞

A deep inhale, a small gulp in NERVES. They hadn’t much time, she suspected, but if they were back to the state of STRANGERS... A quick introduction couldn’t hurt. It would be better if Kyouko ‘knew’ who she was talking to, perhaps even send her a SPARK to jog that memory of her’s. But if her memory had been erased completely... That was impossible. All their development and their progress was erased, a new file BEGGING to be started.

❝ My name is Samidare Yui. I’m a detective on the DSC, Rank #887. It’s nice to meet you. ❞

                     ❝ Looks like we’re back to square one. ❞

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Shady Street || Malchancevilain

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Witness:

He leans back from the girl as she moves towards him, not exactly a fan of such close contact if it wasn’t from a family member. His eyes glance downward at the card she is holding to catch a glimpse of the letters DSC before it disappears as quickly as it came. ..The Detective Library? Togami was of course aware of it’s existence, his hobby of reading up on true crime making it near impossible for him to have not delved into it’s public database once or twice.

But was he supposed to believe that a teenage girl was a part of their ranks? He..admittedly couldn’t say it was a complete impossibility, considering he shared a homeroom with Kyouko Kirigiri, but there being multiple teenagers who law enforcement depended on to solve crimes just seemed extremely unrealistic.

Why was she even investigating in the first place? It wasn’t as if this was the abduction of some famous heiress,why would an investigator from a big name organization even give it a second glance?

Especially in a place that  was so far out of her element, at least from what he could tell from how she behaved when revealing her identity. It was almost as if she was using him from a human shield against whomever else could be around them. For a moment he thinks that if she was so concerned about trouble, she shouldn’t have waited until the twilight hours to start this so called investigation.

He steps out into the street, walking a fast pace to the other side because he knew many drivers in the area didn’t let a thing like a red light stop them from plowing through an intersection. As he sees the detective follow, he reluctantly begins to speak again in his hurry.

“I might have known her, but I don’t see how that’s particularly helpful now. You’re a detective?”

His disbelief was EXPECTED. As was his scrutiny and his NONVERBAL criticism. It was something she constantly received from Kyouko-chan HERSELF beforehand, and any other detective she may have met. Many didn’t find her to be ‘detective-material’, given the way she looked. For him to be SKEPTICAL was a normal occurrence to her that she took with a grain of salt.

Yet, for her, his words sounded uncertain and suspicious. ‘Mights’ and ‘Maybes’ meant ANYTHING when it came to confessionals, or simple witness reports. Nine times out of ten, they were the closest thing one could get to the more simplistic answer known as YES. But everyone had to be MYSTERIOUS, and not give out information dire to any case or situation until the very last, conclusive second.

❝ Yes, I am. And any information regarding the victim is vital for the case. I barely know her, after all. ❞

The victim in question wasn’t famous nor an heiress, but something in Yui’s gut told her to NOT let this be another freedom case that was ignored. Freedom cases were constantly disregarded, seeing as most hostages DIE within the first twenty-four hours. Yui, however, didn’t like that frame of thinking.

She wouldn’t let anyone else be the next HER--                                              Or.... What SHOULD have been her, if fate played it’s fiddle CORRECTLY.

Her demeanor switches to one that is FAR MORE relaxed than before as she follows him down the street, her pursuit restless for any information he could give her. ANYTHING would do, even if it was the name of the girl’s CAT.

Even if that was the least helpful information in the world.

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Shady Street || Malchancevilain

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Witness:

Byakuya, on occasions when he wasn’t focused on much more important things, sometimes pondered how those who were visitor to the area experienced it in comparison to natives. Of course he wasn’t naive, it was a festering slum of crime and lost chances, with chance of danger at a moment’s  notice if one was not always on their toes. But growing up and knowing nothing else but this experience had made it rather… ordinary to him. Like staying in a smelly room long enough that your sinuses became dull to the disgusting scent.

There were some that were foolish enough to find that scent attractive. He suspected that was how Fujimori was lured in.

He had known her by the loosest of definitions in middle school, where he at most only acknowledged three things about her. One was that she shared the name of one of his sisters, though her nature couldn’t have been anymore different than the tough as nails sibling he had grown up with. Another was that she was from a much more well off district than his own, the only reason they were even in the same school together being due to his own high test scores. The third and final point of note was that she was a model student, not a hair out of place nor a mark on her record. She was really quite a dull, boring, and uninteresting person.

So when he had ran into her again a few months ago, within his own neighborhood and with her now entirely dressed in Ganguro fashion, he had reason to be confused.

And he meant “ran into” literally. He only had a second to recognize her features- and for her to possibly do the same for him, as her face contorted into scandalized horror as he did so- before she shoved him away to run further down the street. He had followed in both apprehension and curiosity, until he turned a corner to see himself and several others witness her being pulled into a foreboding black van…

It was a sight that could leave one speechless, so perhaps that was why no one other than himself had reported it to the police. Not that it would do  anything, he knew. But it was better than just ignoring that it had happened entirely, even if the officers would just sit on their asses until  it’s the proper time to claim that “There wasn’t enough evidence to draw a conclusion.”

He was at that same corner again now. hands wrapped around the plastic handles of grocery bags filled as he waited for the light on the crosswalk to change. Until then he had time to zone out, to ignore the fact he’s standing only a few feet away from the scene where a teenaged girl was kidnapped. Just him, the ambient sounds of the area, and another teenaged girl coming to question him about said kidnapping.

Wait.

“…Excuse me? Exactly on what grounds are you authorized to ask questions about that?”

A flash of lights as a car went past beamed their way, coincidentally coinciding with the spark of RECOGNITION that seemed to light up her interviewee’s eyes. Recognition of the name she spoke of, and possibly the event itself, given the sudden DEFENSIVE attitude she received almost immediately. SUSPICIOUS, but this detective had long ago forgotten the ways of a hasty investigator. Make no assumptions until all the evidence is presented. Then organise it and make educated guesses on it appropriately. Assuming the culprit or accomplice now would only prove to make an ASS out of ‘U’ and ME.

But her first contact of probably CRUCIAL information had a point. She had to be AUTHORISED to ask questions about such an event, or to obtain evidence on it legally. In a particularly shady neighbourhood such as this, she didn’t WANT to reveal that she was a detective. It was RISKY-- It provided obstacles for the suspect to use against her. But she knew she had to, to gain a witness’ trust.

With a hushed tone, she took a CAUTIOUS step closer to Togami, revealing her Detective ID for his eyes only. Then, once she was SURE he had had a long enough look, she snapped it shut, hiding it in her pocket.

❝ Samidare Yui, DSC Number 887, specialising in Freedom Crimes involving kidnapping, etc. I’m taking this case for the local police department. ❞

❝ Because otherwise, it’ll be swept under the rug... ❞ 

Neglecting to speak that last bit out loud, a step was taken back to return to him his personal space. And for her to REGAIN her calm and focus on him, rather than the eyes that still stabbed into her spine. Was it ALWAYS like this, when someone unfamiliar entered the suburb? Perhaps that was a contributing factor as to why Fujimori Akako was kidnapped.

... Samidare Yui needed to stop making ASSUMPTIONS.

The light to cross flicked green, Samidare paying IDLE attention to it as she expected him to cross, not moving until-- Or IF-- He did. Just approaching him had put her too far into this conversation to back out now, and given he was the only one with a ‘friendly’ (albeit, BITTER) face and seemed to have underlying information on her case, she WASN’T going to leave him alone. Not yet. He was going to be her first LEAD.

❝ Do you know a Fujimori Akako-san? ❞

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Shady Street || Malchancevilain

One step.                       Two steps.

That was all it took for Yui to understand why the local police station had swept this case under the rug. The streets were laid to waste, scattered with litter and QUESTIONABLE figures that lurked in the shadows. Figures that, if she WASN'T careful, would try to either harm her or supply her with something just as harmful. If a KNOWN officer were to enter the area, gunshots would pierce through the air, or the streets would be left absent of life. That was the kind of SCENARIO she had thrust herself into, all for the hope of rescuing one more person that everyone else would have FORGOTTEN.

❝ Stay strong,                                  We don’t want another tragedy. ❞

Green eyes SCRUTINISED the sidewalk, inspecting each crack and skipping over the potholes as she walked forward, towards the last place the victim had been seen. Given the neighbourhood, she couldn’t say she was SURPRISED that someone went missing here. There were probably THOUSANDS of cases in this neighbourhood alone, swept under the rug and deemed as UNIMPORTANT to the Police Department. But where the police failed to have tact, Yui made up with her OWN. Especially after seeing that the person described was FEMALE, with a family who was worried.

She could only hope it wasn’t a similar case to the one closest to her HEART.

The scene had been tampered with already, most– if not ALL– Evidence discarded or misplaced to trick the detective’s mind. Which was only plausible, given the time period between when the incident was REPORTED, to the time where Yui had actually FOUND OUT about it. Freedom cases were her specialty, however, and this victim’s family deserved to know what happened to their loved one. Everyone deserved that knowledge, if they were to mourn them properly.

Turning on her heel, Yui inspected the street for someone that wasn’t INTIMIDATING. Eyes skimmed past a couple of shadowy dealers and people dressed promiscuously, even a few of the rowdy children who were expressing their skills with a spray can on a wall nearby. INSTINCT told her that they wouldn’t know what had occurred– Or wouldn’t tell her if they did. The atmosphere was too tense, Yui constantly feeling the eyes of the public stabbing into her back and her chest.

❝ She’s not from around here. ❞                                                             ❝ Where did she come from? ❞

Sudden regret for not bringing someone along with her pricked at her heart, eyes desperately seeking a slightly– ONLY slightly would do– Friendly face. And she found it, framed by neater hair than she had seen on most here, Yui approaching them on sight and pretending to be ‘with them’. ANY excuse to get a few glances off her back.

❝ Hello…! I was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me? I’m investigating the whereabouts of a Fujimori Akako-san. Do you know them? ❞

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Hnnnn... you look familiar. Have we met?

     ❝ I don’t think we have before… But we have now !         My name is Samidare Yui, what’s yours ? ❞

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Memory Lane || Mystxryious

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Kyouko-chan:

War had never subsided— as the descendant of despair spoken, despair shall always follow them. Though her perspective over the situation was not seeing this as being over but the beginning that she and her friends will work hard … and fight for. Their battle wasn’t over and it was apparent that she would join sides within a foundation that offered them protection and the capabilities to work alongside for a promising future. For that reason alone, the stoic detective fought and abides to the foundation’s ideas for the sake of the future filled with hope. Everything that happened wouldn’t be forgotten but she moved past all those deaths and kept them as memories. If only her old memories could return as quickly as possible … 

Then she may recall there are some who may be alive and important to her. 

The therapy sessions in order to recover their lost memories won’t be active until a few weeks from now. It was pointless to be overthinking it heavily and needed for a task to be completed. Simple monitoring and perhaps recovering some people within a list is necessary. Any civilians who need assistance are to be lend a hand and do whatever it takes to keep them from harm’s way. Others were left to perish … especially from the ones responsible for this Tragedy. Was there even sides of good or evil? She had to question herself in what position she stands. As it turns out … she carries no side. 

Truth is the only thing that guides her path. 

                              DREAD … this area reeks of dread …                               I CAN HEAR HIS FOOTSTEPS. 

Death was inevitable throughout the town here, leaving no echoes of her footsteps. Otherwise some of the Monokuma units could hear her. It wasn’t out of fear to be avoiding these units but the lack of time to be focusing on defeating them all. Only the ones who made their approach to her were attacked. It was fairly easy for her to create a path while locating some people. Few documents of evidence were left, taking note of. Not much was taken away from the scene but she could tell some documents were left behind. This place was a little unusual for there to be enough evidence. Perhaps this place was home to someone of importance though they were taken out. The blood drenched around the walls and floor can attest to that. Corpses were left behind for nothing, obvious penetration of claws into their stomachs was displayed. Within this horror, the stoic detective didn’t make a subtle shiver and neither did it frighten her. Next was the roof because … 

Something was approaching. 

Heels hastily made their way up the roof, looking around the sections to see if anyone was here. There was no bloodshed up here but it was isolated. Safe, for the time being, from the Monokuma units. Only a tall one could spot her though this place offered an advantage for her. She could always inform the foundation to pick her up from this spot. 

Files that she recovered were being skimmed through, at least finding time to do this simple task. Notes were jotted down to her pocketbook of her recent discoveries and encounters: thus far, it was only the documents. Numerous units were surrounding the area but half of them were taken care of. The people contributing to this tragedy have left her be. They are occupied of killing others and stealing from other shops. Victims weren’t encountered— … 

So she was right … someone ended up coming. The sounds weren’t coming from a tiny bear but someone who was trying to escape. It wasn’t death that followed but … a survivor. In light of it being a familiar voice, she … didn’t recognize them. Whoever the other female was, it was clear that she knew of her name. But how was that possible? Turning around to face the woman, she appeared to be older than the stoic detective and looked unarmed. Then she was truly a survivor of this town … or could be faking it, as others would assume. In her case, she had no reasons to suspect her. It still makes her ponder as to how she came across in calling her by her entire name. 

I DON’T KNOW YOU.

❝That’s right, though … how do you know my name? I don’t believe we have ever met before.❞ 

Under these words, which hold truth ( in her PERSPECTIVE ) for the detective, she couldn’t understand how this female knew her name. Perhaps she was another victim being targeted for the Demon Hunting activities from another city. Or was there a deeper significance behind her awareness of the enigmatic woman’s name? Since there are not many who know of her name fully, she suspected that the other must be someone who was a plausible LINK to her missing memories. For now, offering assistance in this escape is priority.

The acknowledgement of the name being called and answered by who Yui had ASSUMED was her old friend set a SPARK in the brunette’s eyes. A spark, that surely would have lit a FIRE in the girl’s heart had it not been stomped out so quickly underneath the other’s polished heels. Her eyes display CONFUSION, Yui slowly raising to a stand without her gaze leaving Kyouko’s for a millisecond.

Instead of answering the question presented, a FLURRY of her own questions filled her mind. One’s that DESPERATELY spoke of urgency, if not for her own sense of comfort and stability, than to keep curiosity in check. Inquiries on the ending of that worldwide broadcast– How did she escape? Did she figure out how she got in there– What happened?

❝ I wouldn’t doubt it. That’s Kirigiri Kyouko for you.❞

Did she ‘graduate’? How long has she been out here for? Where did she get such a suit? Why… Couldn’t she remember who Samidare Yui was?

While the younger female questioned why Yui knew her full name– Yui questioned how Kyouko had NO IDEA what her’s was. Were their memories prior simply TRIVIAL to her, Kyouko discarding them as ‘unnecessary knowledge’? That seemed plausible, given the similar DUEL NOIR-ESQUE scenario she was in recently…

IMPOSSIBLE, she countered, SCOLDING herself mentally for considering that an option. Doubting her left a SOUR taste in her mouth, Samidare swallowing it down just to rid herself from it’s grasp. Deep inhales of barely-expired air were made in place of words, her head tilting slightly to the side as if the NEW perspective would answer her questions, rather than her verbally expressing them.

But her little detective was a CLOSED BOOK, with various locks and chains that bound her tight and kept her together. That’s how it always was. Keys for each lock were hidden in the most INCONSPICUOUS of places, only revealed in times of dire need or if you were deemed worthy enough to trust. And that ALONE was a large feat to accomplish.

❝ … Am I really that easy to forget, Kyouko-chan? It’s… Samidare Yui. Though you used to insist on calling me Yui-oneesama. ❞

As to why she was so nervous, Yui didn’t know why. Perhaps it was the imminent danger that surrounded the two on their chance of reunion, or the fact that she didn’t seem like even a DISTANT memory to Kyouko. At least, she couldn’t read the emotion behind the stoic facade the other held. Unnerving, to say the least, in the moments that she NEEDED to know how she was feeling, or what she was thinking.

[deramochi]

By ざわめきじゃんぼ.

[yuissamidare]

Words to describe Yui Samidare are: Specific! Intelligent! Accurate! Faultless! Elegant! Controlled! Surgical! Graceful! Powerful! And yes, occasionally known to jump.

[ketsuuron]

Starter Call !

{{ Like for a starter! Message for a plot! }} {{ That’s still how these things go, right? }} {{ Though I do prefer the latter-- }}

[ketsuuron]

Memory Lane || Mystxryious

The sky still blazes with the hopes of the FORGOTTEN, illuminating the dim corners of night. A single familiarity that the RESISTANCE was allowed to keep-- Choking on the smoke and ash that corroded the path and polluted the air. A tactic used to sniff out anyone who DARED to oppose the now Fallen Empress’ ruling-- Setting fire to the world and burning ‘witches’ who believed in optimism.

All except 15 students, who instead became the World’s entertainment. Set against each other in a duel to see who could be the last, ‘HOPEFUL’ survivor. It was difficult NOT to watch at least glimpses of it-- Broadcasts displayed on every building that made it physically possible. Yui didn’t watch it for the entertainment those BEAR-FACED PREACHERS were so fixated on. She merely caught glances, in hopes that a certain familiar face was still alive.

❝ I won’t die easily. ❞                                                     ❝ Of course you won’t. ❞

But the ending of the broadcast was not something the brunette ever saw, finding herself too preoccupied with doing the exact same thing-- Surviving.

Those who Yui found trust in NEVER lasted long enough for her to introduce them to another, either vanishing into thin air like wisps of steam from a freshly boiled kettle or rejecting her help when she proved to no longer be USEFUL. Others fled in fear that she was a monochrome bear in civilian’s clothing.

TRUST and HOPE were in tatters in a world where DESPAIR ruled. Resistance was a fool’s hope, and yet she found herself clinging to it tighter than the ribbon that still clung around her neck. A simple reminder to KEEP GOING, like she'd likely be scolded for if she thought otherwise.

A quick run-up and a strong leap helped her up onto the roof of a nearby, dilapidated shop, green eyes scanning the dimly lit surroundings. Nimble hands remained cautious as she gripped tightly to the roof’s bearings. FIRST, seek for movement. SECOND, search for much-needed supplies. Being so far away from camp now, she found herself doubting there was much LEFT. Perhaps she’d have to move on to the next town to keep surviving, if she couldn’t find anything today. But even then, the chances remained SLIM. What else could a world of ashes provide?

With green eyes catching a hint of purple, the answer she was searching for was found instantaneously:

                                                 -- Faith.

❝ ... Kirigiri Kyouko-chan? ❞

Even with her CONFIDENCE that the person clad in a dashing suit (How cute!) and lavender hair is someone she’s FAMILIAR with, her tone is soft against the subtle breeze. If it turned out to be otherwise, she’d have to make her escape-- Yui not PREPARED to engage in any form of combat..