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Monobear Theatre - Our Lucky Contestant
< tw for blood, gore, organs >
Wide, pale grey eyes, set into Hyouri Himeno’s tear stained face, jerked his gaze wildly around the courtroom as Monobear trilled out the call for his own death. How were they to take him? In chains and bonds, like the others? He couldn’t fight back like Daichi had – not now, not ever. Despite the fact that he announced his own readiness, despite the fact that he knew he could no longer stay in this world, fear still permeated each drop of blood in his veins.
However, no chain linked metal cuff emerged from the darkness to pull him into his final moments. Instead, Kana Hijiri merely snapped her long, taloned fingers to open a trapdoor beneath his feet. Barreling down into darkness, the last thing that Hyouri Himeno left in the world of the living was the trailing sound of his scream.
Lights… Camera… ACTION!~
For the first time in quite some time, a monitor did not spring to life at the disappearance of the to-be-executed – instead, it went dark, with the image of Kana fizzling away into nonexistence. The stage, however, to the right of the podiums was soon bathed in light.
The stage, now alit, was subject to a bright spotlight fixed to who other than… Kana Hijiri. Perfect posture, perfect hair, perfect timing… And perfect real, physical body. She flounced onto the stage in a sequin covered dress, and gave a dazzling smile before she put the mic up to speak.
“Gooooood evening again, Studio Audience~! How nice of you to be switching over to see this once in a lifetime event! You know– like they say, true love is a once in a lifetime thing! So let’s not wait, shall we?~❤”
“ Without further ado—” She clapped, and the stage became fully illuminated.
[ music ]
“WELCOME TO THE DATING GAME~~!”
The curtains on the stage parted to reveal a set lined in pale, plush yellow carpeting. It seemed to have been pulled directly out of a time hoop that lead to the set of a 1980’s gameshow – tacky, goo-drop flowers adored any open space of the backdrop, complete in tacky offset neon colors. In the center of this grisly kitchy display sat none other than the man of the hour, strapped by the wrists and ankles to a mock director’s chair. Even from your distance to the stage, the sweat beading down Hyouri’s face is absolutely visible.
However, what was not so… normal at all, was that aside from the students, there appeared to be another row of audience members. A set of movie-like seats had popped up between the podiums and the stage; every seat contained what seemed to be a pair of doll arms, who clapped and creaked viciously at Kana’s introduction. It was as if they were all forcefully growing up from under the seats - ripping through the upholstery as not to miss this amazing premiere! After all, WHO WOULD WANT TO?
“What’s this, you might be saying~~? Well stupid, because it’d be no fun for me to just crush him between my toes like a bug– I’m going to give you all a chance to save Hyouri Himeno! The rules of my game are very simple, I’ll ask you questions, and you answer them! Only 5 questions! See, no need to worry about missing your primetime dramas~ <3″
“But– the catch is, I’ll only let you have two oopsies– yeah? Simple? Answer three questions right and I won’t let him be killed!~ Do you think you can do something that simple?”
“–So here’s our looovely bachelor himself! ❤”
Kana makes an exaggerated motion over to Hyouri. All the color is drained from his face, he’s unable to even speak - his mouth just twitches in absence of words. He had expected a painful punishment… not something like this demented scenario.
“Hahaaa, what a doll? Am I right?” Of course, the real dolls, or should we say, doll hands, found this a riot; some slapping together so hard you’d think they’d break themselves.
Kana continues to smile and pose for the audience before she turns to pull out a deck of cards.
“Ahhh so let’s see then, what’s our first question— maybe something easy~? Ooooohoho! Yamaguchi Suzume-chan! If you want to protect Himeno-kun so badly… Then you should know the answers to these! You’re soooooo close to him, right? What’s his favorite type of music~?“
A monitor behind Kana showed 4 multiple choice answers.
[ A: J-rock | B: Enka C: | Classical | D: Denpa ]
“ ….So then, what is it Suzu-chaaan~?”
“You… don’t have to be close to someone to want to protect them. It’s called being a decent human being.”
“… and maybe if you weren’t such a bully, I could have someday learned what kind of music he likes. Hina-chan too. You took them both from us. This is all your fault.”
There was a drawling moment of silence… Kana only staring at Suzume with the same expression, a cheshire smile. You could have heard a grain of salt hit the floor let alone a pin.
“Ooooo…. oooo….. Too bad about that Suzu-chan—”
“That wasn’t an option! Hyehahaahaaa! “ With that, a buzzer rang, indicating it indeed was not a valid answer or even the correct one.
“Maybe you should have phoned a friend? Ohhho that’s right, you probably don’t have any, yeah!!”
Kana swirled over next to Hyouri before she read the next card, putting her shoulder on the edge of his seat to lean on; while he looked as if he was trying his hardest not to look at her.
“ … I guess you’re gonna have to hope the next person cares more about you huh, Hime-kun? HAHAHAhaaaa!”
With a quick shuffle, Kana was reading the next card in her deck.
“Yoshida Yona-chan! If you like Himeno-kun so much… then, would he prefer a face full of bees, or two broken knees?”
[ A: Bees | B: Knees ]
The spotlight moved yet again to beam upon Yona Yoshida.
“Likin’ had nothin’ t’ do with anythin’! Just SHUT UP!!!”
Yona paused for a moment.
“…I don’ want it t’ hurt…”
Another long pause…
“Aaaaaahahahaaaaa– That’s not even a ch—”, Before she could even finish the buzzer rang for a correct answer, and the storm chaser was then bathed in rainbow-colored confetti.
It was like the flip of a switch and Kana dropped her cutesy hostess facade, smile turning to a snarl; meanwhile the arm-dience was going hog clapping for Yona’s victory.
“—What the fuck?… Hhh….I guess you do know him huh. “ She stopped leaning on his chair and stood dead still. It looked like she could rip his head off then and there – however, the crowd loves an underdog – how could she end this special event so soon?
Of course she wouldn’t let that happen!
“HAHA~ Well, the show must go on! Congratulations, Yo-chan! Aha– next next, let’s see…” A moment passed as the girl rifled through her deck of cards, and then released a mighty guffaw. “Murayama Ren-san! You lived riiiiiight near Himeno-kun for all these weeks, but did you ever know him at all?! What’s Hime-kun’s idea of a perfect date?”
[ A: Movies | B: Long walks | C: Fancy Dinner | D: April 24th ]
A fair amount of time passed when the spotlight swapped to Ren. Eventually, however, the wargamer looked towards the stage.
“Eh…? Why are you asking me– I…I don’t know.”
A cackle erupts from the girl as once more, the buzzer indicating a wrong answer sounds out.
“Ahahaha, you’re not even trying, now! You all must hate Hime-kun sooooooo much, hehe! Foooourth question – you’d better get it right, should you even want a chance to keep him alive! – goes out to Tzusuki Shion-san! If you knew Kudo so well, then how compatible were her and Himeno-kun’s starsigns?”
[ A: So-so | B: Not compatible | C: Soul mates | D: Compatible ]
Shion stares silently at Kana for a moment, before folding her arms across her chest and pointedly looking away. “I-I don’t owe you a response to that.”
Again, a buzzer shrieks, followed only by Kana tutting at the thereminist.
“Ohohoho~ I wonder how Kudo will feel, knowing that you all failed the boy she cared about so much so baaaaaadly! Oh, that’s right, she can’t feel anything at all! I made sure of that.”
“One laaaaaaaast question – not that it matters, hehe!” Kana’s voice sounds more and more like grating nails against stone as she speaks. “Here, let’s have the last one be easy for you. Fujioka Masuyo-san! It seems like you’re all this scared little boy has left in the world! But did you ever really know him? Did you really ever know the depths of his sin?”
The screen holding the options corrupts for a moment, giving the audience the briefest view of a chaotic scene – twisted metal, smoke, fire, shards of glass, the mangled frame of a car – before changing into what would surely be the options for the last question.
“Who does Hime-kun love more than anyone in the whole wide world?”
[ A: KANA | B: KANA | C: KANA | D: KANA ]
"I–I…….” Masuyo hiccuped, her mouth agape at everything she had been witnessing. Everything had taken so so long to process, and Masuyo wasn’t how to react to the results of the trial, even, let alone the horrible scene in front of her.
(Was this her fault?–For not reaching out. For not getting rid of Kana when she could.)
“He–he… He doesn’t deserve this… Himeno-kun deserves love. To be loved – He –!” Masuyo whined softly before covering her mouth, smothering her small cries.
At that moment, as the final buzzer rang out, Kana’s face twisted and warped into the horrible, fang-bearing smile of the trial before this. “It was a trick question!” Kana’s voice had been further destroyed – it didn’t even sound like the high pitched whine of a girl as it had previously. It was harsh now, scraping against the sides of the minds of the students, like a wolf demanding to be let in the garden gates.
“Hime-kun can’t love! That’s a privilege he forfeited, years ago, along with his heart! See?!”
The girl – the monster – straightened up from leaning on the back of Hyouri’s chair, and with a wicked grin, thrust her hand through the back, through his back, and out the front of his sweater. Her taloned fingers, coated in the red blood that had kept the ningyoushi alive, clutched tightly nothing other but his until-recently beating heart.
< gore image under the cut, please read the last paragraph above to see what you’re in for! >
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Forgiveness... or Vengeance? || Hyouri || Goodbye.
[TW: Emotional Distress]
No good deed goes unpunished doesn’t it?
It was for sure that all bad deeds don’t go unpraised.
Amazingly, finally another human within 2 feet of him – actually hugging him – did not trigger any kind of squick or scream… this is how it feels to trust someone – a good person? Yes, trust is a fickle thing. Hyouri had learned quite harshly that you really never could trust anyone but….
Of course he hugged back, and tried not to cry himself.
“ᵀʰᵉ ᶫᵃˢᵗ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ⋅⋅⋅⋅ʰ⁻⋅⋅⋅ʰ⁻ʰᵘᵍ ᵐᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵐʸ ᵍʳᵃᶰᵈᵐᵃ⋅⋅⋅⋅⋅⋅ ⋅⋅ ⋅⋅ ᵗʰᵃᶰᵏ ʸᵒᵘ⋅”
There wasn’t really more he could say… but he had to talk, he couldn’t waste his breaths – he had to make the most of it.
“ Y—yamaguchi-san….. you can…take my keycard… and her… “ He wiggled the shoulder that was supporting the Hinatea Doll.
“ Please…. Dd-d-on’t let the–m break her…… “
With that he gently handed her the doll.
“ …. Ah.. …sh..-s–sshit…. what e….. oh— “
Hyouri leaned down and whispered something in Suzume’s ear.
“ You will…. Do it justice. “
Hyouri turned to face the rest of the crowd – before looking towards Ren and digging into his pocket to pull out a tiny action figure; modeled in the likeness of the one he addressed. With that he gently left it on the end of his podium.
“ …..I don’t like plas—tic…but I couldn’t….throw this away for some…season–r-reason…. So you should have it… “
“ And…. ah…. perh—h-haps.. send a letter to…. Ranko Himeno..in–To-tokorozawa.. tell her…. I’m….so sorry …. she will…need a new heir… “
“…Tell her…. I made a….mistake to close her off… I did…need help. ”
The world was a cycle, life was a cycle, death was also a cycle; of course he knew however, he would not be reincarnating. It’d take the 100 year reform system in hell before he could make his pleas again to the gods.
Hyouri took a deep breath… even in the face of death he was a whimpering fool. At least for the first time in his life, he didn’t feel anyone invading his mental space.
Perhaps, then now would be a time of introspection, for his life to flash before his eyes. But that didn’t happen, this wasn’t a sappy movie.
He couldn’t…. remember anything.
All he could think of was the sound of porcelain cracking and splitting on pavement - the way mary-jane’s clicked when they walked away.
What kind of life was worth living on those memories… pain and sadness… Hinatea was gone.
“ Ok… …r–ready…
Pl—ease… j—just… don’t… m –m ake it hurt t-oo much…“
Cut with a Double Edged Sword || Hyouri || SCHTRIAL || the pain is real.
[ TW: Bullying ments, self depreciation i guess// ]]
Suzume was trying so hard to be his crutch, to speak for him when he couldn’t. Speaking was always a labor, it always came out wrong, wrong structure – wrong vocabulary.
‘You’re overworked, please just get some rest.’ Gram would always say… now look at him, he couldn’t ever wrong the right of not talking to her for an entire half of a year. Or his mom… she was so sweet…. Even to such a horrible mistake like himself.
“ …. You all… really hate me that much… d….d..do..n’t you? “
And his face heated up even more. Wincing as he heard Yori call him a “sick fuck”.
(( ‘Wahh wahh wahh – Himeno-san, Himeno-san, hiding in the bathroom stalls!!’ Pounding on the doors, children, pounding on the stall doors.
Her….. walking up to him, placing a razor blade in his hands after school, she’d just smile… laugh, and walk away. ))
It wouldn’t even matter if he told them, how he broke his the heels of his boots running around to find the real killer, it wouldn’t help to tell them he dropped his coat somewhere because he felt so hot… too hot, and it wouldn’t help to tell them all of the hair in his room was his mothers.
Hyouri Himeno had always wanted to believe there was perhaps one place he belonged in the Earthly sphere; unfortunately, there was not. There never would be.
“I don’t care what happens to him.” “Who cares anyway?” “Just execute him, I don’t care.”
“ … I’ve lived….life of torment… she….Kana…. She’s always m—m-m-om—made it ss—-s-so hard… “
There wasn’t even sense in making sure she couldn’t hear him now.
“ I just…wanted to live too.… to be happy. .. I wanted … just one friend. “ His breath hitched in his throat.
(( ‘Haaahh, Himeno-san, don’t you think pigs shouldn’t wear skirts, think of all of us~?’ ))
“…That its—-selv… was too selfish of me. … so I just… stopped car—caring about myself! I didn’t let anyone become my fri—end… like I was…supposed to. “ “ I was….keeping everyone el—se safe…and I… failed…”
The sting as he closed his eyes shut was all too familiar… “ K—k—kk-kkudo-san “
“ —She… w…wanted me to care…about myself… maybe… It wasn’t r—real… “
“ … but it was… Kana-chan… she hates m e… so much… but I sup–ppp-p-pose… that’s my fault as well… “
“ Black salt….e–exorcism….. nothing works…. b–but I wanted to belie…ve her that it…. wasn’t r–real….. maybe… it was just in…my head… I can’t… tell you, I can’t pass on …. this burden… no one else needs to get h–hurt…“
( ‘Why are you so happy today Hyouri?’ … ‘I feel so free…’ )
Hyouri leaned forward and gripped the edges of his podium, his head downcast to have a torrent of tears hitting his selection screen.
“ …. Even though I’m… nothing…more than a monster… don’t I also…deserve to live?…”
“ Kudo-san…. Said yes….. so…. “
“ Aaaach—- I c—cc-ould never…EVER do that to her……But I will vote for myself… if it makes you all have some….k-kind of resolution. “
Hyouri was ready to leave this earthly form, hugging the Hinatea doll close.
Would there be serene peace in death? Probably not… it was too late for that now.
Hyouri || I been in the right place - but it must have been the wrong time || SCHTRIAL || RE: Lotta stuff
[TW: Unsanitary ment., Emetophobia ment. Glitched Image]
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Make no mistakes, Hyouri Himeno looked like a pile of steaming shit. Nor did he small far off from it, a lovely odor of vomit, sweat, tears, and a day spent unwashed. It only completed the ensemble to have his face and eyes beet red, hair clinging to his face.
His walk to the elevator with Suzume was labored, every part of the way he moved screamed he was extremely ill. Under his arm, was one of the only things to have made him smile in here. It was a soldiers walk, to walk out there.
She did this… she is… so much smarter… always… she always knew just what to do… to ruin everything. He couldn’t get a breath of fresh air without choking up.
It was unavoidable when Suzume began to read from the diary, he hung his head and put his hands over his face – if they see you crying… they’re going to laugh… He had in-fact, wiped so much snot off his face and onto his sleeves he had to roll them up to keep the icky ooze off his hands.
He didn’t speak, not even after Suzume asked him to retrieve two photos, for a point of reference, which he did hold up then.
After she finished though…
“ Everything… has a soul…… not every…-so—ul is the same. “
“ It must be nice….. ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢᵒ ᶦᵍᶰᵒʳᵃᶰᵗ…⋅ ᴼᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖᶦʳᶦᵗᵘᵃᶫ ʷᵒʳᶫᵈ… ᵃʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘ… “
He snorted, clearing his nose for a moment, and looked down at his feet.
“ You…. You don’t know me … if you t hink…. Think…I do..done this. “
It stung to close his eyes, it all stung, every little movement every nudge every bump like being stuck in a maze of rose bushes… His words still came out in choked gasps, he couldn’t look at them when he cried… so….such…. such a coward…. Like she said….
“ᵉˢᵖ⋅⋅⋅ᵉˢᵖᵉ⋅⋅⋅ᶜᶦᵃᶫᶫʸ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒᶰᵉ ʷʰᵒ⋅⋅⋅ ʷʰᵒ ⋅⋅⋅⋅ ʷᵃˢ ᵐʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉᶰᵈ⋅⋅⋅ “
Hinamatsuri || Hinatea & Hyouri || Chapter 6, Abnormal Days
To say Hinatea was puzzled would be quite the understatement. It took her a few moments of looking at the covered object to fully register what it may be. Then, it finally occurred to her.
“D-d-does this m-m-… Mean you fi-finished wh-… What you were w-w-… Working on?”
Those hours she had spent prior to Kaori’s murder in his room were spent looking over his shoulder as he carefully carved the body of a doll and put together pieces of fabric for sewing. She’d even given a length of her own hair to the project – not a massive amount, but Hyouri did insist.
She hesitated. Was that for her, all this time? Is that what he wanted? A gift of his talent… She couldn’t return that.
Hinatea took it in her arms, and gently lifted the sheet.
“Sh-she’s…”
The doll was a miniature image of her. It’s small form was wrapped with the utmost care in a kimono that she had seen him sew himself – royal blue, accented with yellow, and bats… She hadn’t seen him add the bats, or the moon, or the beads, or her ribbon. It was her – and it was beautiful.
Hinatea stared at it – at her – for a few more moments before clutching it to her chest. A grin – a wide, brilliant smile, erupted across her face, lighting up to her eyes. Laughter escaped her lips as, after a moment of holding her closely, Hinatea held up the doll version of herself and spun around, smiling, allowing both the wings of her dress and the fabric of the small kimono to soar out.
She was in a state of utmost jubilation. Finally, after a coming to a stop and holding the doll close once more, she chirped,
“I-I-… I can-can’t th-th-… Thank you en-en-… Enough, Hi-Hi-… Him-… Himeno-san! Sh-she’s… Abs-… Absolutely beautiful!”
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This was the moment of truth... he would now either be, A) strange, B) demented, or perhaps C) all of the above.
But that was not what happened.
There was laughing, jubilation -- spins!! All he could do was exhale finally. Something was at last, correct, smoothly rolling.
( ᵖ̸̮͓̤̬̩ᶠ̝̭͢ͅᶠ̖ᵗ̱̹⋅̗̮̮͓̕⋅̫̤̭̭⋅̜͚͓͕̜͎̖⋅̨̘̙̱̲ͅ ̲ᵗ̫͙͞ᵃ̗̘̳ᶜ͕̯̣ᵏ̠̞͓͚͖͘ͅʸ̨̫⋅̶̞̺͓̟͍̖̼ ̹̘̩͞ʸ͏̜ᵒ̙̭̱͇͓͡ᵘ̀ ̦̼̰̩́ᵏ̗̥̼̞̞̭ᶰ̷̙̥̹̥̝ᵒ͇͉̳̻͔͡ʷ̹̟̺͓͍̳̟ ̴̝̰͎̠̞̬̩ᶠ̷̥ᵒ̝͖͎̮̻ʳ̲ ͉͎͕̖̳ͅˢ̢͇ᵃ̗͙̱͉͉̭̫ʸ̵̮ᶦ҉̖̤͉̣ᶰ͔͍ͅᵍ̧ ͙̘͖̤ʸ̺̻ᵒ̺̗̘̮̹̜ᵘ̬͇̹̳̯ ̻͖͙ᶫ̰̯͠ᶦ͚͕͝ᵏ̲͔̩̼̲̱̱ᵉ̱̫͈̱̞̻ ̱͖͕̫̕ˢ̗͙̤͉͘ᵒ͚̪̪͕͕̩͞ᵐ̰̞͡ᵉ̳ᵒ̢̲̘̳̬ᶰ̩̯̙̳ᵉ ̼̙̮̲̣͝ʸᵒ͈̬̟ᵘ ͓̗̝̬̕ˢ҉̳̟̯̻ᵘ̩̱ʳ̧͎ᵉ̧ ̞͓͠ᵈ̵ᶦ̖̯͉ᵈ̪̠̺͝ͅ ̴̞̗͕͉ᵐ͕̲̤̝͍̩͎ᵃ̬̯̫̯͎̣̬́ᵏ̤̺̟͎͔͜ᵉ̻̮ͅ ̮̘͇͜ᵃ̱͚͇̬̰͓̥ ̺̞ᵗ̠̭̲̭͜ᵃ̼͈̝ᶜ̷ᵏ̡͓̦̘͙ͅʸ̶̫ ̠͚̮ᵖ̤͎̺ᶦ̪̮ᵉ̸̹͉̰ᶜ͢ᵉ͢ ̻ᵒ̸̻̖̺͇ᶠ̦̬̻ ̫͘ᶠ̹̪̕ͅᵘ̻͈̕ᶜ̸͈̘͓̹̜̗̩ᵏ͔͙̘͟ᶦ̠̖̣̫̬ᶰ̕ᵍ̱̗͖̘̦ ̣̼̘̤ˢ̺̗͉̠ʰ͢ᶦ̲͓͜ᵗ҉,͚͈̝̘̠̹̬ ̨ᵈ̻̝ᶦ̺̤̘̮̻͈̰ᵈ̶̩ᶰ̦̰͖̯'̲̳ᵗ͖͖͞ ̙̖̰ʸ̫͍̟̻̀ᵒ̩̪̥̮͍̻ᵘ̻̲̯̲̘﹖̖͉̼̹͇ͅ ̢͙ᴴ͏̲̳̜̫͕ͅᵃ͍́ᵃ̗̪̗̱̬̟~̺̪̹̗)
Hyouri shook his head for a moment, no.
Eyes closed... 1... 2 ... 3.
Then he looked down towards the very happy little bat girl; with a miracle of confidence - EYE CONTACT ACHIEVED!
“ Ah....aha...hh.heh...h... ah--- That’s so relieving.... I’m so glad.... “
“ I hope.... this may help in some small way.... I have, no doubt’s that --- be--being here was.......meant to meet...someone like you. “
What was coming out of his mouth was a nasty pile of spagetti, but he as trying.
“ And so--- now, now me and her... are here for y---you....... “
It most likely finally bore into his noggin what a hot mess of dialogue he was producing, and another embarrassed look came across his face.
“ Ah--- so.... I apologize again... for not messaging.... I’ll be-- -- later, yes? “
Ho boy..... moms spaghetti, vomit on his sweater already, he sort of, bumbled off .
teen choice awarded for scariest boy in the world
Hinamatsuri || Hinatea & Hyouri || Chapter 6, Abnormal Days
The sun had risen once and set twice between the announcement of the motive and where Hinatea lay now, on her back on her bed, reading absently. It was what was left to pass the time – she’d since beaten Cave Story and, though her lust for a normal life was something that exceeded all other desires, Animal Crossing had lost its appeal. All she could seek comfort in now was Mary Shelley and the scientific woman’s many works. She was brilliant, really.
The sound of a sharp rap at Hinatea’s door took her rather by surprise – her book was unceremoniously dropped on her face in reaction. Rubbing a bruised nose (and a bit of a bruised ego), the girl made towards her door, but… Hesitated.
The motive was out. There was a strange, unannounced knock at her door. Who could it be? Someone wouldn’t be so stupid as to murder in broad daylight, would they? Her question answered itself with a mental image of Kaori’s crushed form. The girl paused; she wouldn’t have time to pull out a weapon…
After a few moments more, the door was cracked open with the girl holding one of her hiking boots, ready to strike –
“Hi-Himeno-san?”
Hinatea dropped the boot immediately upon seeing his face.
“Di-did we ha-ha-have an arr-arrangement to meet?”
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As usual, anytime spent waiting outside a door after knocking was a bone wracking experience for Hyouri Himeno - a serial ding-dong ditcher - not out of malice though of course.
It was more of a -- what if it was the wrong room? What if someone was waiting right within ready to knock him out only to later wake up missing his left kidney?? Or in this case a -- ‘I am being much too annoying aren’t I’ -- type situation.
His eyes were on the ceiling, expecting the worst but the door opened... and he lowered his eyes, and his head.
A smile began but -- quick embarrassment followed.
“ Ah--- um...yes.....--I mean, n--no. I realize now... I should have... sent an electronic message.... “
He paused and looked down at the sheet covered object.
“ I......for you. Gift.... yes.....um... It is finished. “
Hyouri held out the sheet like it was a baby when he stumbled on those last words. In silence he stood for a moment after handing it over.
“ ........ Thank you....as well... Kudo-san..... “
“ ᵗʰᵃᶰᵏ ʸᵒᵘ⋅⋅⋅⋅⋅ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵏᶦᶰᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ⋅⋅⋅ ᵃˢ ʷᵉᶫᶫ⋅⋅⋅⋅⋅”