what's it like not in the top five? | arisa | ch4 post motive | closed for kioku
pinkpuumps:
Sometimes, you just had no one to reprimand you for throwing fits, and you found out that by harassing someone verbally enough with your best friend cracking his knuckles behind you got the person to say what you wanted to hear!
“Oh, wow, gee, super cool of you to offer that! Yeah, sure, lemme think of something that you could do in, what, three days? Four? Hmmm, wow, for some reason, I can’t think of anything! What a super convenient promise to make to someone who’s going to die in less time than it would take to do something!”
She pokes her cheek, giggling.
“If you think something, Kioku-chan, then you should just come out and say it! If you wanna say something sly, might as well say it now! Right to my face! Since you won’t have a chance to soon! Come one come all! Throw your rotten veggies because this might be your last shot! Oh, and, like, Bee-Tee-Dubs, I totes wouldn’t ever give anything of mine to help Sono-kun, even before he decided to murder two people. I would have given up my video for exactly two people!”
Oh, so she was being ridiculous? She was acting up? She was being unreasonable?
“Oh, well, you see, no one liked it when I was being reasonable! So I figured what the fuck ever! Oh, so I’m a little girl now, huh? A little girl!? Cute! Super cute, Kioku-chan! You’re kind of, hm, absolute shit at this whole ‘understanding other people’s pain’ if you’re already throwing in the towel and going ‘well, gee, I guess I don’t get it!’ because do you know how many fucking sob stories I’ve listened to in this shithole that aren’t even shit! A whole lot! And not once did I get upset when the person got a little pissy with me! I’ve always just smiled and tried to calm them down! I gave my heart and soul for you people, and what did you do!? Yeah! Fuck you!”
“Act my age!? In less than a few days, I’m not going to have a fucking age!! Don’t worry! In a few fucking days, you won’t have to slog through talking to me or dealing with me when I’m a ‘stuck up brat’ or a ‘selfish bitch’ or whatever else you wanna call me!”
She bangs her fist against the counter, rattling the bowl.
“YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW THAT!! Top three, asshole! Top! Three! We’re the people you assholes wanted to die the most!! Why would someone sacrifice another life to save ours!? If you wanted to do that–really wanted to–WE WOULDN’T BE AT THE TOP!!! No one will kill until at least the top five have kicked the bucket because NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT US, GENIUS!! I didn’t know you were SHSL Psychic, Kioku-chan! Pretty shitty fucking psychic, though! Maybe that’s why you forgot who the fuck you were because it wasn’t even worth remembering!”
“If you deem that what I need to do to repent for me suggesting for someone to delete a video to be something that would take the course of more than five days; then quite simply, I’m not interested in repenting. What I did was bad, but it doesn’t warrant me having a twenty day expedition to win your heart back. If you don’t have a reasonable mind, I cannot imagine that you’re in a place to make rational or well-minded decisions. I understand, given your current predicament. Perhaps we can talk about this after you calm down... and if you don’t calm down, then there’ll be no further discussion of my repenting; as it will not happen.” She coughed into her hand, before shakily taking a seat at a table.
“...Please, make no mistake. I am not attempting to understand your pain. I never will. Nor do I particularly care to - I have enough pain of my own. Quite literally. To be very honest, the whole targeting me is very unwarranted. We’ve had a rather friendly relationship up until this point - and I intend to not make it any worse than it already is. If you hate me, then hate. Want to hit me? I’ll draw the target. Nothing you say or do will affect me in any which way.”
“Simply put, you are correct. I could give less of a shit about you. In fact, I do wish you were dead!” Kioku has a smile on her face, her bags under her eyes are very much on show as a small bit of blood peeks out of her nose.
“That’s right. I wanted you dead! Since day one! I saw your blonde hair, and your perfect skin and your ugly shoes and I thought ‘I hope she dies, nothing will bring me more joy than to watch her suffer in the most horrible way - watch all of her friends betray her, and then kick the can. I’d feel great about myself!’. That’s why I put you in seventh and told Haruto to delete your video - I just looooove to see people suffer, especially you!” She stabs her fork into her food, rolling her eyes. The sarcasm was quite clear in that final statement.
“Use that tiny brain of yours - Jito-san is one of the most loved people here. The top three is hardly a combination of people who we want dead. The mere suggestion is pathetic. Take a statistics class - and while your at it, use that brain to figure out that every motive is put there by Monokumi aimed to specifically make us murder one another. I’m not a seer - I have a brain. And so do you.”
“If you have no interest in speaking to me as a human being, I am going to block you out. I have no reason to speak with you anymore. You say you don’t care for sob stories, but here you are giving me yours. You think I give a shit about your sob story when you’re verbally attacking me? Then cry to someone else about it. My world doesn’t revolve around you, and I don’t care much for putting effort into this argument anymore...”
“I volunteered myself for death. I put myself and Haruto at the top. Monokumi made me vote. There was literally nothing else I could do. To be quite honest, I am closer to other people than I am to you. So you were seventh. Don’t like? Don’t worry honey, you’ll live. Wait for the murder to happen - you’ll see I’m right.” With that, she shoves the food into her mouth and chews, staring directly at Arisa, looking her in the eyes.












