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pseudokindness

she`s shaking to the bone with fear, and yet the sheer amount of anxiety paralyzes her, rooting her to the spot. a giant semi-truck much larger than she, much heavier than she, and gaining more momentum than she could ever withstand approaches faster and faster. she swears it`s going to hurt but she feels nothing. it`s dark, pitch dark, and it`s so quiet she can hear her own thoughts screaming, “i`m dead. i`m dead. there`s nothing more. i`m dead.”

that`s the last of what she remembers before winding up in this dump of a town.

it lacks the glamour of city life, and the constant overcast gives an illusion of a chill in the air when the humidity just makes the scent of rotting corpses stronger. she`s still in her suit, but she removed her mask long ago after greedily slurping clean running water. there`s an irony in the thirst she feels despite being dead, and she wonders what she`d done during her lifetime that landed her in such a miserable afterlife.

ten years in a bunker, away from civilization. cindy can only wonder what she could have possibly done to get so much bad karma.

gravity takes its pull as her knees collapse beneath her, lowering next to a fresh corpse. there`s color in its cheeks, but cindy hasn`t seen a (real) living thing since she`d gotten here. dead bodies aren`t so bad… once you got used to them.

[pseudokindness]

Really now, this wasn’t the glamorous life of rock bottom Kumagawa was living in. He wasn’t an apt hunter or survivalist. Well, maybe a survivalist to some extent. But the comfort of city life where he could buy food or drink as needs be was not existent here.

He could only temporarily turn his hunger and other needs into nothing. But every time they returned they struck hard to his body.

Really now, his life had truly hit the bottom of the barrel.  Maybe with some rest, right here, on the cold hard ground, he could get back into the swing of things. Yeah, that sounds good.

It didn’t take long before the vultures of this world had already started to gather around him. This vulture took the shape of a girl. 

He turned his head and looked at her with his half-dead eyes.

『 Hey, what gives? I’m not a scrap meal yet. 』

[ramennochibi]

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> pseudokindness​ _

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WITH SO LITTLE ABILITY left to sharpen his senses, he would have to take the classic mortal approach. This, much to his chagrin, meant searching the silence like a blind fool. He wouldn’t dare holler and risk an unsavoury encounter as a result, whatever might be drawn to his clamour. 

The first name he’d thought to signal had been his lieutenant, Nemu– she was such a hassle. Of all moments, she couldn’t be at his side in death. Surprising, as the girl was a lost cause without him. No matter, he would bide his time until gifted with familiarity he could use, and reinforce something sturdy in the manner of shelter. 

                                         This warehouse, perhaps?                                                       he pondered as he threw the door aside.

Light bloomed at the now gaping entrance, giving some life to the vapidity within. Very little however, scarred by what evidenced as years of abandonment. He could fortify it, and if ever overrun, there were always plentiful options.

Speaking of, here came a few of the slower dead now.

          “—-What a nuisance.”

                                                   He’d so been enjoying the quiet.

[pseudokindness]

The night was lurking around the corner. An hour, three hours? Five? Knowing time without a clock was a hassle. He just had to assume things. There was a building, the door wasn’t there but then again every building here was ruined in one way or another.

Waltzing over, it didn’t take long before he found himself encountered with a resident of the warehouse. Kumagawa sighted, scratching his head as he had to clear a few things out with the other.

『 Oi, oi. Did you not read the sign? 』 There was no sign. 『 You can’t just barge into someone’s house like this, that’s criminal, you know? 』 This wasn’t his house either.

『 I don’t recall having any roommates, so that means you’re breaking into my crib! What do you have to say in self-defense? 』

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“… Is it the truth you are speaking? From where I come, in order to live a luxurious life one has to survive in the battlefield, yet…”

“My… My attributes? What are you speaking of?”

[pseudokindness]

『 I might not look like it, but I would never lie about this kind of things! 』

  He pulled up his jacket and stacked it at the chest area, emulating a larger bust.

『 Your boobs! That ass! The shoujo face! Ever seen yourself in the mirror? You’re a complete knockout! There’s no other way to say it, because then I would be lying! And lying leaves such a bad taste in your mouth. You have all the right things it would take to become a world-class cosplayer! 』

[floating-metal-bar]

[weaksounds]

[Despite the fear growing in the pit of her stomach and her body shaking meekly, Haku’s eyes never broke from the young man. Perhaps it was his own gaze, as hollow as the town they stood in. Or maybe it was his expression in general, hiding something that she couldn’t quite pinpoint. She was scared, of everything around, but she couldn’t stop looking.]

[All her fear vanished when he spoke of stabbing. A quick glance to his side showed nothing. Maybe he was hiding it? Either way, he shouldn’t be moving!]

“A-Are you okay?! Should you be moving?! I-Is there a hospital or–”

“Oh!” [She suddenly stopped.] “Sorry, um… I’m Haku. Haku Yowane…. N-Nice to meet you Kumagawa-senpai…” [She gave him a small bow before returning to fussing over his supposed injury.]

[pseudokindness]

There she goes, being worried about a complete stranger. Not only that, but he wasn’t even acting harmed. She reminded him of a much more meek version of a certain someone. For a moment he carried a more serious demeanor. 

" .... You’re a really kind girl, aren’t you, Haku-chan? "

He then switched back to his smiling persona. He pulled up his sleeves, unbuttoned his jacket and pulled up his shirt, showing his pale skin being completely unblemished from any injuries before putting everything back on properly.

『 Don’t worry, I’m fine! There are no hospitals around here. It’s basically a ghost town for ghosts! Things gets really scary at night, not everyone here feels like eating small animals and prefers to chew on other residents. 』

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pseudokindness

♕ - [ She was tending to her nasod drones, Moby and Remy. Their spears had gotten a bit dull, so she was sharpening them with some rocks she turned into grinding stones. A queen must always be prepared for battle, no? It’s a good thing. But not if you’re doing it where people can stare at you, which is just what this one young man was doing. Eve didn’t really mind, but after a minute it got sort of unnerving. ]

“Can I help you?”

[pseudokindness]

Sitting on a rock, the boy in all black had decided to observe a fellow neighbor who were working on some rather interesting looking weapons. The tiny, repeating movements made her butt wiggle in ever such subtle fashion. Ah, but it looked like the show was already ending. 

『 As a matter of fact, you can. 』

He smiled gently, there was no hostility coming off him as he raised a finger from his left hand, while resting his head on the other hand. He looked back the girl who seemed less than happy about his presence.

『 Could you wear a one piece school swimsuit while doing that sharpening thing you’re doing? 』 

[unxdeadly]

their relationship was not going to be a walk in the park if he hated being pushed around. the friendly disposition she had earlier was only a mere facade– rude and blunt was the true nature of her life. his silence was met only by the glee in her eyes; even if he did end up attacking her one day, she’d realized her healing powers were very much still intact. what a show that could be! she almost looked forward to it. perhaps they could bleed together, no?

in order to deny his fantasy, however, she quickly reverted back to cute and helpless, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

      “ um…nope! that’s not what i’m saying at all. i won’t wear that. ”

and she wouldn’t. just as he did not like being pushed around, thinking of wearing such a thing almost made her blood freeze.  only in his dreams. there was nothing she could do to stop him from hoping, she supposed, just as there was nothing he could do to stop her from wondering what it’d be like to kill him.

how exciting. ♥

      “ you don’t mind it? how sweet of you! i don’t mind that you like to see girls in compromising outfits, either. would you call that a fetish? ”

[pseudokindness]

『 I see... I still need to rank up our Social Link further to unlock that feature, huh?  』

Poor Kumagawa, his head dropped and his body seemed entirely lifeless at the horrible news. Guess he really wanted to see some naked apron action.

But as soon as she asked him if it was a fetish either, he lit up like a million suns and looked with a glee at her.

『 That’s correct, Gigi-chan! Naked apron, hand-bra & jeans, open frontal hoodie with hotpants, maid outfits, nurse outfits... They’re all great fetishes of mine! 』

Ah, he lost himself for a moment. With Gigi as the only material here for his images, each version of her wearing the outfits as he listed them appearing in the pink and bubbly background behind him, giving the viewers what they truly want.

He picked up the vase he left on the counter from earlier, looking around there wasn’t much else this room had to offer.

『 There’s probably not much else we can get from this room, but let’s remember it if we ever bump into someone who can play a piano. And the eventful place where we became a nakama. 』

While a vase full of bottles of liqour would be heavy, Kumagawa’s handy April Fiction made the thing weightless. This way, he had no trouble holding it. Skipping over to one of the closed doors, he turns his head to the girl and uses his trademark cheerful expression that’s the only one she have seen from him.

『 You know, I was being worried I would be bored in this place without any shounen jump to read. But luckily you’re here, Gigi-chan. Maybe this place won’t be as boring after all~ 』

[unxdeadly]

her temper was often a source of mystery to the people she associated herself with. back home, there was almost an unspoken rule to not make Giselle mad– at least, not angry enough to want to hurt someone. her sisters-in-arms were often insulting, but they were petty insults slung around akin to those of teenage girls at the top of their high school food chain. there was truly only one thing that made her furious enough to snap at someone, absolutely livid, and this boy had not touched upon it yet. after all, it usually only came from those who knew her well enough.

for his sake, she’d hope he never said a word about it.

then again…”his sake” was not of her concern at this moment. she already felt like ripping that smug, fake smile off his face.

he was a good boy? one who wouldn’t take orders, but would listen if they were friends? the whole ordeal had a few stray giggles escaping after he’d finished talking. these giggles transitioned into actual laughter that she muffled with her sleeve.

      “ you’ll make me blush, kumagawa-kun. friendship with the perks of murder– you certainly know the way to a girl’s heart. ”

whether these words held sarcasm or not was up to how he heard them, but as usual, her gentle voice was airy and impassive. with light footfalls, she stepped closer to his spot in the corner. one hand reached out, fingers splayed against his chest, effectively keeping him there without force. a step in the right direction, no?

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[pseudokindness]

For a moment, Kumagawa's blood froze and he almost attacked back on survival instincts alone. The warm breath gracing against such sensitive spot sent shivers down his spine. For a moment, she acted like a very special person. A person who always toyed with him.

And he hated it. He even did the honor himself of creating a distance between them after that playful whisper.

『 ...................... 』 

If only for a split moment, did he have very visceral desires he wanted to perform her. But it ceased as quick as it flared up. His reply to her words was only silence. He did not deny nor confirm anything like having a mask or other silly things.

『 .... So what you’re saying is, if I get my hands on an apron. You’ll wear it and nothing else for me, right? 』 He sounded a bit hopeful. Like a child asking their parent to buy them a video game from the shelf.

But despite everything that just happen, he did acquire a friend, right? He tugged his collar from the tension. It wasn’t the first time he was pushed into a situation by a girl but. Even a loser like him can get a friend every once in a while. Sadly they always seemed to be people who wanted to kill him the most.

『 You know, that side of you that wants to control and make people bleed to death.... 

I don’t mind it, Gigi-chan ❤ ! 』 

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[pseudokindness]

Pain(ties) is my forte

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     He’s taken the sword in his hands, his very own, crimson spilling from the careless impact. Forte opens her mouth to warn him, tugging at the sword, but it’s to no avail – he continues and continues like a machine without stopping, completely destroying himself in front of her.

     Unbridled horror frozen on her face, Forte stares at the boy now dipped head to toe in blood. Blood that he caused – she caused. Blood that shouldn’t have had a cause at all!

     "Wha… Wha- Wha-wha-wha… What…“ The knight in blue gasps, desperately reaching for her nerves as they scream at her to do something. Do something. But this was just so backwards, she…  "What do you think you’re doing!?”

     Smiling, still, he was smiling. It was pitiful almost, like a dog who’d brought a decapitated animal home for its master, hoping with its entire being it would be praised. For that reason, Forte could not run and abandon him like a monstrosity as somewhere her mind told her to, instead coming forward and swinging off her cape to wrap around him like a cloak. Her protective instincst clashed with her most basic human ones, causing a tremor in the knight’s movements.

     "Stay there! Sit down! Don’t lie, just sit and be still!” She quickly parts with him leaving her cape only, frantically searching around the dilapitated kitchen for some kind of… Well, anything.

     Half way through reaching for a top cupboard she turns with a serious expression tainted in confusion and tenacious concern, blood rushing through her head.

     “Di…” Hesitation. “Didn’t that hurt?! Why would you do such a thing!?”

[pseudokindness]

Ah, this bleeding was really no good. The level of laceration would leave him a corpse soon enough. And so he turned the wounds into nothing with his April Fiction. It was only a temporary solution, in three minutes the wounds would exist again. He did as she told him, taking a seat on one of the kitchen tables.

Still bloodied all over his face, the taste of iron drenching his tongue. However, it was not blood dripping down his face right now, but tears. He wiped them away the best he could, honestly moved. The salty tears dripped down on the cloak wrapped around him.

『 It hurt! It really did! I could barely stand up much longer!

Ahaha, but look at you, being this concerned! Why are you so concerned about me? I’m not your friend or romantic interest. I’m just a guy who asked the colors of your panties. 』

Such selfless kindness, it was really touching to see. Or maybe he just made it look like it.

[flamesse-deactivated20151101]

“Perhaps it is so where you come from. I hold no right to deny such possibilities… Please pardon me for my blunder.”

She pondered upon the explanation of the role of a cosplayer. Oddly, it sounded almost familiar to this one day she had taken off… The occurrences of the day followed by unlike her initial intentions. Grateful as she was to Johann for the day, still… 

“… Oh? That is rather… curious. Would that be an occupation on its own?”

[pseudokindness]

『 Oh sure, really successful ones lives pretty comfortably and are loved all the world over! 』 This albino bombshell does not have to to know I mean the gravure and porno ones.

『 You probably would been a hit yourself giving your attributes. 』

[pseudokindness]

Just like in my Japanese RPGs

[infinitysaber]

Faize’s expression doesn’t change for a moment, as he continues silent contemplation for a while. Not that he’s ignoring the other, by any means, but now that the male had said ‘so that’s what you think’ Faize feels somewhat inclined to consider things he doesn’t. What other possibilities remain, if this place is not a purgatory–a world between the so-called heaven and hell? 

As the other’s words resonate, he can see why the other is so skeptical to believe. Though the idea the boy has died many times unsettles him–death has always been rather a permanence to Faize–he can see why the one sole death being hazy, and then ending up here, seems more suspicious than it does ring true. It’s what comes next, that probably startles Faize the most. The smile on the other’s face belied the words coming out of his mouth. 

“You don’t put the serious things lightly, do you?” Faize can understand it though; he speaks with eloquence and politeness, but states facts as they are. The question posed to him bore a similar importance, he supposed–just the accompanying smile was… awkward, for lack of a better phrase. “But if you’re referring to my strength; I still have use of a number of my abilities, though their strength has decreased slightly. I wouldn’t say I have become a ‘deadweight’, in any case.” 

[pseudokindness]

『 Good, good. Nice to hear.  』 He smiled, seemingly relieved with what he heard from the other. However, things were running at wit’s end and Misogi was getting a bit frustrated and bored of the “dead” situation. But now was time for a field experiment. Pulling his left hand out from his pocket and folding it out, a massive screw appeared in his hand out of thin air. The screw was as thick as the boy’s arm, before twisting and stretching itself thinner and sharper.

He lunged towards the space elf, thrusting his screw forward. There was no hesitation in his action, no second doubts. No change in expression either. It was as natural to him as breathing. The screw was coming with such force it would dig through both Faize and deep into the wall behind him at a direct hit.

『 Now let’s measure your abilities. 』

[weaksounds]

[A voice called out from the calm of the city. Understandably, Haku freaked out.]

“D-Dead?!” [The android’s entire body shivered in fear… Wait, hold on, of course they were dead. She was dead, so naturally so would anyone else around here. As soon as she calmed herself down from that little panic, she looked up at the boy innocently.]

“I don’t… But if we’re dead… d-doesn’t that mean we can’t… w-well, die again?”

[pseudokindness]

『 I don’t know. 』 He replied in a direct, dry tone. Getting up from his spot there suddenly was a five giant screws standing in a row next to shack. Had they always been there? When did they get there? No sound or source of location could be remembered. As they started to viciously spin into the ground, one sunk a notch deeper than the previous one until they made themselves into an improvised pair of stairs.

Walking down the heads of the screws to get back on the ground, he looked at the girl. The closer he got the sooner he realized she was a little bit taller than him. He always had such awful experience with girls taller than him.

His face smiled, yet it looked hollow. There was a smile but his big, blue eyes were as livid as a doll.

『 But the pain is very real! I tried it out earlier stabbing myself in the gut,, it really hurt. So be careful alright? 』

“ There are things worse than death. “

『 Ah, that’s right. I’m Kumagawa-senpai, I walk around trying to figure things out. What about you? 』

[weaksounds]

“H-Hello? Is there a-anyone here?” [The android tried to fight the tears welling up in here eyes as she explored the area. Was this Hell? Is this what she got for being such a failure in life? If there was a god, Haku truly hoped he wasn’t this cruel…]

[pseudokindness]

『 No one but us dead people. 』The boy replied back to her, appearing sitting on the roof of a shack with his feet kicking in the air. 

『 I’d be careful if I were you, there are things here that eats weak people! 』

[pseudokindness]

Pain(ties) is my forte

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     She can hardly bare it, her patience is prickled and pushed with every word that spills from his mouth. Face overheating, her vision goes white with embarrassment and she can’t stop her body from thrashing forward with lightning-speed violent intent.

     “That…” When the sword has come down and the dust fades, Forte speaks. The blade, every loyal to its shaking weilder, sits right beside the boy’s shoe – she hadn’t aimed for him at all, simply the air beside him threateningly.

     “Th- Thaa.. That! Th-That!!! That… Is utterly NONE of your business! And I don’t wish to know the details of your u- un… of anything when you haven’t even so much as offered a name or reason for approaching me…. N-Not that I would still want to know o-.. otherwise!”

     “If there is something you require assistance with, I will lend my loyalty and blade, even to a smarmy p-puh.. p-… pervert like you! But as a woman and official of Selphia, I refuse to subject myself to this harassment any longer!… !” Lifting the blade, she poses to ready herself for another swing. Though her face still radiates enough heat to boila three course dinner, she was serious, she wouldn’t intentionally miss this time. “…?”

[pseudokindness]

『 Ara, did I upset you? 』 That wasn’t good, that was all wrong. He only wanted to know for his own curiosity, a scientific cause that would help him pin down things about this place.

Casually, he walked closer to the flailing knight. Grabbing the blade calmly with his hand, the sharp metal cut deep, blood running down his wrist and into his sleeve. 

『 I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. 』

Firmly, he guided the blade in small, erratic movements across his face. One cut after another taking place. He even jabbed it into his mouth.

『 I’m very bad at making friends! So let me make it up for you. 』

The sharp bleed sunk into his skin, it hurt. It was painful, he could make it not hurt at all, but he needed to measure it for his own threshold. The grip of the blade was firm, any resisting on the knight’s part would make it dig deeper into Kumagawa’s hand as the red, blood-soaked edge kept cutting and carving until he started shaking from the pain and sensation of blood going down his face.

Pushed the sword away, he rest his hands against his knees as he bent down. Looking up to the girl, almost pleadingly so, for an acceptance of his apology.

『 Hah... ah.. There! Now I’ve paid for it! Won’t you be my friend? Is that not how it works? 』 『 I never meant to harass you, honest! 』

[flamesse-deactivated20151101]

“–…? Undoing what you had done wrong? It is possible to regret things, but undoing them would be impossible. I was the East Europan general, so yes – I am a part of the Empire’s military. However, what may a cosplayer be?”

[pseudokindness]

『 Not at all, it’s entirely possible if you know how. 』 But now, this was interesting. A military girl, sheltered from the norm due to probably living a war-centric lifestyle. Such a pure, white rose is something most people would never get the chance to meet in their entire life!

『 Cosplayers dress themselves to look like someone else in their honor. Like your favourite shounen hero for example. Ah but also things like animals and maids is very popular too. 』