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[ Failure... ]:

Despite the blatant former desires of this individual that he couldn’t relate to, Izuru sensed familiarity in their tone. The inflection, or lack thereof, and vocabulary mirrored his own. His deductions had been correct. The confirmation didn’t give him satisfaction; it only solidified his thoughts. Others before him had experienced the same nature of testing, though they did not make it as far along. He could easily speculate the ways in which they had failed, and one of them would be correct in the case of this ghost.

“A “dream”… Such a pointless concept… A motivation to perform tasks in and of itself that, once obtained, was never a “dream” to begin with…”

He figured that the person who used to own his body had goals they would have called “dreams”. It was such a human idea that he would have been foolish not to consider it part of his vessel’s history. Why else would one willingly agree to become a lab rat?

Izuru’s memories began at a certain point long after whoever that person had ceased to exist. For better or for worse, he had no ties to them. He appreciated the lack of distraction. It allowed him to perform tasks without being inhibited by human factors, things that would hold others back, detriments to the survival of mankind.

That was what had caused such a cataclysm: predictable human behavior and hubris.

“A failure is a failure.”

He had no trouble completing tasks on the first attempt. Failure wasn’t something he had experience with. Izuru observed it in others, but he hadn’t experienced it for himself. He doubted he ever would. The odds were in his favor to succeed every time.

The entity stared unmoved by this model's words. It was meaningless even by failure's standards as it lumbered closer. An intense gaze came across his glassed over eyes as the atmosphere seemed to thicken like mud.

"A failure. Yes, I might have reached my expiration too soon, but would you not also be considered such? You have indeed met one goal, but did you not also destroyed those that created you to not only do better for the realm that needed you most?"

The ghost lumbered back, hovering in the air before gazing at the ground that it could never touch nor feel again. A longing feeling began to well in its stomach if it had one.

"It is true... what they have done to us is irreversible, but were we not created for the sole purpose of bettering the world? It would seem we both failed at such a task."

Shaking their head, they looked back toward the other without remorse before lumbering through them. The agony, the pain, the torture they had gone through, the memories that were still attached to their soul sticking softly to Izuru before stopping behind them.

"I hope you find what you are longing for... failure."

#x Files Locked Away || Text #incessantennui #x A Flawed Desire || Yasushi Nakanishi

[ Because They Said! ]:

Considering who this child belonged to, he wasn’t surprised. There was more optimism in the tip of that man’s little finger than in anyone else in the entire world. Surely the people around him would gain a similar outlook or at least feel more positive. At one point, Nagito might have felt happy at the prospect, but so many things had changed about him that he could barely remember what that would have felt like. He couldn’t even start see potential in himself.

He wouldn’t show that much doubt in front of her, though. Not even a worthless creature like him would feel right doing something that cruel.

“You are a lot like him… I’m sure you’ve heard that a lot, though, haven’t you?”

Naegi was such a good person. He had done so much for everyone, not just the people he had interacted with directly. He had touched the whole world and helped it heal with his genuine, kind heart. Had it not been for him, things might have just kept getting worse. The world might have ceased to exist eventually, and all the people on the planet would have perished. It was a scary thought, but that future had thankfully been avoided.

Nagito hated to think that he had been part of the reason why it had happened in the first place. That wore on him every day, driving a stake into his heart and threatening to bleed him dry.

He couldn’t forgive himself no matter how many kind words were spoken.

Eiko gave a pleased smile before resting her hands down onto her knees. She had always wanted to have an outlook like her father, but the reality of her mother. While she did believe people deserved happiness from the darkest pits they've dug themselves into, she also knew that some people just couldn't be saved.

Nagito wasn't one of those. She could still see the potential in him and didn't want Nagito to give up quite yet.

"But! I still think you all should do your best to fight the despair! You all have a lot of potential for the new world! Mom and Dad said so!"

Eiko nodded to herself before giving a bright smile.

"And what they say goes!"

#x Files Locked Away || Text #kounkibou #x Lucky Detective || Eiko Naegi

[ Stalker ]:

Peering back up at the retreating figure, Abigail wondered what it was that had gotten this one into such a foul mood to get that upset over someone merely bumping into them. Without even realizing it herself, she had begun to follow him, as if wanting to find out the reason for him acting the way he was. It was only when she had gotten a few feet behind him that realized just what she was doing. She had to physically stop herself from going any further before considering the repercussions of this before she continued on. If this one caught her following him, what would he say? What would he do? If he touched her, were his hands clean? Now that she thought about it, that bump to her shoulder earlier, where had he been? Was that suit of his clean? Who knew where he’d been before that, or what he’d encountered. Sure, her blouse looked clean, but she worried about what the naked eye couldn’t see. Shuddering at the thought of there being germs so close to her bare skin made her want to shower all over again. Trying to clear her head of such obsessive thoughts, Abigail remembered why she had ended up here in the first place. Now being sure of her movements, she followed him, determined to question about that attitude of his and to make sure he wasn’t contaminated with dirt or something equally unpleasant.

After walking down the schoolyard and taking precision turns, he knew she was following him. He was about to turn and scream, but Fuyuhiko wanted to see what this stranger wanted from him. Moving toward the fountain dead set in the schoolyard, Fuyuhiko found himself relaxing his body down on its cool wall. He could feel the peppering of water droplets as they poured from the tops of the fountain to the bottom pool. It felt nice.

Contemplating the problems of his own life and then his school one, he'd almost forgotten about his little stalker. Almost. He gave them a few more minutes before lifting his head back up.

"Come out. I know you're there. You can't sneak up on the Ultimate Yakuza and not expect to be caught instantly."

He crossed his legs, pointing his fingers like a gun at the bushes.

"I could have killed you, you know, without repercussions. So come out and tell me why you are following me like some kind of stalker..."

#x Files Locked Away || Text #autopha-gii #x Ultimate Yakuza || Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

[ CLOSED THREAD ]:

He nodded at that and made sure to make a mental note to remember the other as well. There were times it was hard to keep track of so many faces with how much he usually ended up doing for the Discipline Committee but since the other was the first he’d properly become acquainted with from the Reserve Course it shouldn’t be as difficult. Though for now it seemed they would be parting ways since they had arrived back at the other building.

“E-eh… C-certainly… I-I… I-I’ll remember your name as well… A-ah… A-alright… I-I won’t keep you if you’re s-sure…”

Yasushi turned slowly toward Kiyotaka for the first time, giving a slight bow of his head. Long white hair fluttered in front of his pale features before slowly craning upward again. His right eye was fully covered by a padded bandage, while his left eye looked as though he hadn't received sleep in weeks.

He gave a wave to the Ultimate before moving inside the classroom of quiet students. They sat in their groups and discussed or sat by themselves in shame. A young girl jumped in front of Yasushi before confusingly wondering where Yasushi had been for the past week. The white-haired boy didn't answer and just shuffled into the back of the classroom, sitting.

He lowered his head, not wanting to look anyone in the eye. He shouldn't have communicated, just listened.

#x Files Locked Away || Text #shymaru #x Closed #x A Flawed Desire || Yasushi Nakanishi

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[ We Are Their Toys ]:

For a moment, Izuru let the silence fill the air. He started to turn and walk away, but his curiosity held him still. He had no current obligations, not that he would have cared to keep them. There was nothing keeping him there, but there was nothing calling for him elsewhere either. The world was so dreadfully boring now as it was. It had become monotonous. Everything was the same shade of dull despair. The sky never changed. People continued to suffer. Nothing improved or grew worse. It was all becoming so, so boring…

This was a welcome distraction no matter how unusual. At the back of his mind, Izuru sensed something he didn’t quite understand. It didn’t seem too unwelcome, so he dismissed it for the moment.

The spirit’s identity provided a puzzle for him to solve, one that he hadn’t yet experienced. He found the answer quickly, but the result did fill in some gaps. Naturally, there had to have been others like him, but their whereabouts had never been disclosed. He supposed that was for the better as a body count wouldn’t have done well for recruitment.

“You were a prototype.”

One of his predecessors back from the dead, standing before him in a shimmering visage. He hadn’t expected such a situation, yet it had come to pass.

"A prototype. A failed adaptation. A corpse. It's all the same."

The visage stared at Izuru with an unmoving eye as another gaping hole stared back at him. It begins to creep forward toward the other before stopping about a few feet away. It lowered its head, the visage of uneven hairs on the back of its head becoming clear.

It was someone, no, it was a Reserve Course Student that was also experimented on for the Kamakura Project.

"I wanted and dreamed, just like you."

Its voice wavered before collecting itself, staring back at the other with restless eyes.

"I wanted to make him proud. I wanted to become someone that I was proud of, so they used me, picked me off the streets to make their toy."

#x Files Locked Away || Text #incessantennui #x A Flawed Desire || Yasushi Nakanishi

[ Oh... ]:

Goodness… He wasn’t much for conversation was he? Not that he could judge him with how nervous most people made him but it was still troubling how easily he seemed to get distracted. Perhaps it would be best not to trouble him too much longer. Though… The mention of birds did get him to smile softly as they reminded him of Ishida and how he was managing a bit better with his phobia, an apologetic look filling his features as he bowed and introduced himself at the other’s words.

“H-hmm…? A-ah… I-I… I-I suppose I did… M-my apologies… I-I’m Kiyotaka Ishimaru… I-its a pleasure to make your a-acquaintance…”

"Kiyo... taka... Kiyotaka. Hm, I'll remember that, thank you."

He always found it easier to remember names if he repeated to himself slowly. It was a trick that Toyoda taught him when he was actually in class for the day. It was rare to be there among his classmates, but he couldn't complain. He had no right to complain.

Yasushi gazed back up to the large building that stood before them, almost shocked by it. Had he not been paying attention while they were walking? Probably not.

"Ah... I could... probably find my way back here."

#x Files Locked Away || Text #shymaru #x A Flawed Desire || Yasushi Nakanishi

[ You Can Succeed! ]:

Nagito reached over to take it, making sure he had a firm grasp on it despite only being able to use one hand. He didn’t want to accidentally drop it. Once he sat it on his lap, he accepted the bottle as well. He wasn’t used to this much kindness.

“I see…Thank you.”

He didn’t know what else to say. Instinctively, he slid his left arm under the blanket. He hated the sight of it himself; he didn’t want to subject her to it.

“You’re…very kind…”

He wasn’t sure how to talk to her. Based on what she was saying and her appearance alone, he knew who she belonged to. Even so, Nagito felt awful for even existing in the same space as her. She was so full of life, not corrupted by the rest of this awful world. Someone like that actually existed.

Something in his heart stirred, but what it was, he didn’t know.

"Well, you've given me no reason to be mean, silly~."

Eiko hummed before sitting in front of Nagito with the other boxes making sure everything was in order. They all had names neatly written on them either in her handwriting or someone else's. She had already delivered some by the looks of it as names were missing in her pile of boxes.

"I have a few more to deliver... I'm sure Papa won't mind if I'm here a bit longer."

She gave a smile before tying the boxes back into the cloth and looking back to the stranger. She didn't know any of them that well, but her friends always said to give people second chances.