good game.

Hisato Fukuyama. Super High School Level Pokemon Champion. [closed rp blog for carcerem] ABLE TO BATTLE | FAINTED [icon by leo. sprites by joel]

[carcerare]

Chinatsu | Pikachu is real | ??? -> Casino | ATTN: Hisato

[vivalanine]

So he did gave up? Well, it shouldn’t be surprising, but… if it was the truth, then why did he still bother to fight against this situation? Wouldn’t it be far more easier to just sit down and do nothing? Weren’t his actions kind of contradictory to his words?

She wanted to point that out to him, to ask him why he was being so illogical - at least in her eyes -, but she opted to stay silent for now. Why did she even bother trying to help or understand? Didn’t she want to give up as well?

It stung a bit when Hisato reminded her again that these people she kind of trusted could also turn around like Min-yun. Of course, she knew that, of course she did! Hisato might as well be the next murderer for all she knew, it just depended on the motive, really. But… a part of her hoped she was wrong about her pessimism, that someone would truly stay to themself instead of falling into despair.

She was contradicting herself quite often now, huh? What a bother.

"T-There was also, u-um, t-t-this note… S-S-S-Something about scouting a-a-and meeting up w-w-w-w-with other p-p-people? C-C-Could mean w-w-we have even m-m-m-more survivors lu-lurking around… b-b-but p-p-possibly outside o-o-of this place."

Chinatsu laughed shortly and then shrugged.

"A-A-Also don’t think w-w-w-we stand too much o-of a, erm, chance, b-b-but… y-y-yeah, who likes t-t-t-to loose? B-Better try to win the g-g-g-game if a-a-anything… haha…"

[shslpokemonchamp]

Now that he thought over it, Hisato wasn't quite sure what sort of conversation he'd gotten himself into. Well. He probably shouldn't have expected too much good to come so soon after a trial and with someone walking in on him wearing a Pikachu kigurumi of all things. But even so, it really had taken a turn Hisato didn't predict in the slightest. He thought that by guiding Chinatsu to the Nekomachine they'd be done by now. But here they were.

(He was also a little surprised that she still seemed to be optimistic to a degree. Not the impression he'd expected to pick up from this exchange. The supposedly meek girl kept surprising him.)

"...You mean this one, right."

The words Hisato spoke as he dug in his pocket - a process that took longer than normal, thanks to the damn kigurumi he was still wearing - didn't really carry a questioning tone, the male briefly glancing at the paper he extracted to check he had the right note before casually holding it up between two fingers. A scowl seemed to flicker onto his face for moment, but then it was gone just as quickly as it came.

"Showed you this before, didn't I? It's exactly what you said. Other two note I pulled from that kid seemed to have similar directions. Trust me. I've been reading these a lot trying to work them out."

With a shrug (and admittedly holding back another scowl) Hisato held out the battered note in the case that Chinatsu wanted another look.

"What you said is possible. Problem is. We have no idea how long Graham had been hanging onto that note. Date in the corner does jack shit for us. For all we know this could be from a year ago or yesterday. Those two mentioned in the note could be long gone or... still actually here somewhere. Somehow."

"...Does it all even really matter, though?"

[carcerare]

Chinatsu | Pikachu is real | ??? -> Casino | ATTN: Hisato

[vivalanine]

As Chinatsu caught a glance of Hisato grinning, her eyes widened in surprise. This was actually the first time she ever saw him grin like that. Normally, they weren’t that genuine, always tainted with sarcasm or just… hollow. This one, though, just showed Chinatsu that Hisato was just another kid. Sure, he might be really level headed and all, but it didn’t change the fact that he shouldn’t be forced to see life this negatively.

Then again, she was one to talk, huh?

Even with some similarities, it was still apparent that they were different. Especially with the strength of their mentality. Seriously, there were worlds between them when it came to that. It was clear as a day, you must be blind to not see that Chinatsu was far more on the loco side than Hisato ever would be.

"T-T-That’s admirable, y-y-you know? I… haha, I d-don’t think I, err, w-w-w-w-w-would be able to handle t-t-that like you do. I’m su-su-sure I would h-h-h-h-have given up a, um, l-l-long time a-ago."

She was just stating a fact here. If someone would tell her that she was terminal, Chinatsu would flat out give up. She wouldn’t see any point in trying, because you were doomed to die soon anway.

Guess she should be thankful for not having such a fate.

"E-E-Eleven… f-f-fucking hell, we’re a-a-actually down to h-half of the people w-w-when we arrived at this s-shitty excuse o-o-of a city."

The meek girl was scratching her cheeks and tilted her head.

"T-The only ones I, u-um, would e-e-ever give a g-goddamn shit about are you a-a-and… w-w-well, in that case, w-was Min-yun. E-Even though I was s-s-s-sideeying her s-so damn h-hard after the trial w-w-with the spider chick. I… d-d-don’t know what to f-f-feel about her, f-fuck.”

She only remembered the first name right now and even though she was swearing, it still felt not right to use her first name. Still, it didn’t make the use of spider chick any less rude, but hey, she was dead, who cared.

"… B-But you’re right. T-The fucking murdering w-w-will continue unless w-w-w-we finally find out who is r-r-r-responsible for this shit. T-The only clue we r-r-really got is the dead ki-kid, right? Lambert w-w-whatever. I, um, w-w-wonder if t-t-the bloody area f-f-from back then c-c-could mean that there w-w-w-were even more, but they all g-g-g-got fucking m-murdered by that shitty p-p-piece of shit kitty."

[shslpokemonchamp]

For a brief moment, Hisato's expression seemed to darken in a way that had nothing to do with the shadow of that kigurumi hood. 

"Who said I didn't give up?"

Well. Despite all he recent words, he'd be lying if he said otherwise. 

"Yeah. Gave up for a time. Surprised? Think you've finally started to make something of yourself, that you've got a place somewhere, fuck, I was one week away from the next PWC and then this-" 

He cut off abruptly then, the anger in his gaze fading when it fell onto Chinatsu again. With a sigh, his expression fell back to its usual neutral.

"...Apologies. I'm past that."

Move on to the present. Quick.

Hisato waited until Chinatsu had finished thinking out loud, and a few long moments after that too. When he did finally speak again, all those previous traces of emotion seemed to have been completely removed. Back to monotone... despite his current opinion on what he was talking about.

"I would be the same. TBH. Only giving a shit about one or two people here that is.  Though who's to say they're not going to turn around like Min-yun did for you."

He didn't refer to how Chinatsu basically said she cared about him. That was just... well. He didn't even know. Hell, he was still having difficulty grasping Arvid's liking for him and that had been who knew how long ago now.

"Graham Lambert. Was the kid's name, yes. And it's possible. Maybe Lambert... somehow escaped whatever massacre happened there. If that's the case." Another sigh. "You think we can actually find whoever it is behind this? If we need to work together. Personally I think we're utterly fucked."

Optimistic, Hisato. That'll really help Chinatsu.

"Don't like losing."

[carcerare]

Chinatsu | Pikachu is real | ??? -> Casino | ATTN: Hisato

[vivalanine]

If someone had told Chinatsu in the beginning that Hisato and her were alike, she wouldn’t have believed it. In what way would they even resemble each other? Her, the constantly crying and weak girl and him, the collected and calm boy who had his shit together all the time?

Now, though, she could see that they shared similarities. It was actually nice to know that she wasn’t a total outsider like she usually was. Someone she could kind of relate to.

It still didn’t change the fact that their situation was utter shit and Chinatsu was about to just give up. Though wasn’t this already happening…? After all, she really did see no hope for them anymore, but merely the thought that someone truly attempted to go after her life… guess her survival instincts weren’t quite dead yet, huh?

"S-Same. F-F-Funny, isn’t i-it?"

At least Chinatsu was trying to find somewhere humour now. It was a start after that breakdown she had in the trial, huh? Who would’ve thought that talking to someone in her age would actually improve her sanity opposed the usual thing.

Oh, so his parents had ignored him pretty much? Man, this must’ve hurt… Chinatsu could count herself truly lucky with a caring mother like she had. Even though she had to work so much, she still somehow managed to love her own daughter… and there were uncle and auntie too.

"I r-r-really am…? I j-j-just think I’m, err, b-b-b-being completely ho-hopeless w-w-with that belief… I-I mean, you see h-how much I’m cr-cracking, eh?"

Being pessimistic might be the better choice instead of hoping for the good, just to be dissapointed again and again until you truly lose hope. Oh man, we’re getting deep here.

"… I d-d-d-don’t know. I’m… ugh. C-Confused. L-Like I d-d-d-don’t really care, b-b-but at the same t-t-time I somewhat do? L-Like what the fu-fuck is this s-s-s-s-supposed to mean?"

Why are feelings so complicated?

[shslpokemonchamp]

Clearly Hisato had loosened up over their time here, for he actually grinned at this point. Not that rather mocking, shit-eating grin he’d flashed a few times in their most recent trial (luckily for Chinatsu, probably), but still far from his humourless or wry smiles of the past. No, this seemed more genuine, a short laugh and a shake of the head accompanying it.

"Guess it is. Wouldn't have put a bet on this honestly. Certainly not from our first meeting."

Truth be told, Hisato still didn't see them as too similar. Perhaps they both shared a common element of being an outcast somehow when disregarding means and circumstances, yes, but otherwise? Hisato personally still saw them as rather different. Or perhaps it was just the strange feeling of the reminder that, despite what his mind had forced him into thinking for so long, he wasn't the only one in the world who'd been tossed aside in some way.

(He was also fairly certain that he wouldn't go axe crazy should he be handed one at that moment. Yes, he saw how she was cracking. He really did.)

"...Well. It's not like I actually want to die here. If anything. I fully intend to make sure I keep living. Even with... haa."

Look, Fukuyama-san, there's no easy way to put this- All we can really do is try and make this easier for you-

Hisato shoved the poisonous thoughts aside.

"...Guess it is difficult to forget that there's likely something outside that fence. What with us being completely cut off. Easy to feel completely abandoned. Especially with-" A brief pause. "Eleven of us left. In a large area that only seems to be getting bigger."

Any emotion seemed to have been completely clamped down on as per usual when Hisato looked down at Chinatsu again, his shrug and the small sigh that escaped him being the only hints.

"Even if we did both just sit here and wait. Don't think it would stop others murdering. Do you think any of us give a shit about each other any more?" A wry sounding laugh. "Did we ever?"

(Well. He could think of maybe one person that did, for some crazy crazy reason, care about his wellbeing.)

(Even now, Arvid was still a completely mystery to Hisato.)

[carcerare]

Chinatsu | Pikachu is real | ??? -> Casino | ATTN: Hisato

[vivalanine]

A hollow laughter escaped her throat as she took another step and simply leaned against the Nekomachine, her eyes still casted downside. Her arms were behind her back and even though she didn’t know why, this melancholic smile just didn’t want to go away.

"Ho-Horrible decisions, e-eh? I… I-I-I’ve already m-m-made, err, p-plenty of them. W-What’s another o-o-one gonna d-d-do now? K-Kill me?"

Whoa there, hold your dark humour, girl.

"Haaaah… s-s-sorry."

At least some things didn’t change totally, huh? Though it’s not like the right things changed or anything, but then again, who was supposed to control their own changes completely?

Then she went quiet and listened to his words. They made sense, but would it change her mind? Not really, because if she was already losing it, might as well do what she feels like makes her a bit happier. You know, before she will most likely die in some ways here. She really didn’t see any hope for her, it was more like that she was actually surprised to still be standing among all of them. Weren’t people like her usually the very first to die?

"I-I-I know I’m r-r-r-really stupid… I-It’s laughable, y-y-you know? Haha… a-a-all of my life I-I have been c-c-c-casted aside and bullied, b-b-but what does stupid ol’ Chinatsu d-d-d-d-do? H-Hope that t-t-there will be b-b-better days t-to come. F-Fuck, I can’t believe h-h-how naive I-I actually am, t-t-this is just d-dumb."

A sigh escaped her throat and she combed her hair with her hand, biting her lips as she pushed all the bad memories from her school years aside. Honestly, if anything, these people should have been here and kill each other, because in her eyes, they were just bastards who deserved the pain.

Real innocent, Chinatsu.

"H-Haha, g-g-guess I have t-to, um, d-dissapoint you, Fukuyama-san, b-because a-an idiot girl l-l-like me wo-won’t stop worrying anymore. Hahaha…"

[shslpokemonchamp]

As time had passed for the trapped group, Hisato had slowly found himself breaking more and more of his own personal rules. Very begrudgingly perhaps, or through methods really out of his own control, but those less restrained moments were only creeping up in number. 'Don't make your illness public knowledge'; that one had gone out the window after that first trial, no thanks to a certain magician. Hell, that rule really wasn't even worth keeping around anymore, not after that last trial. 'Don't put yourself in a position to allow others to get attached to you'. How about they asked Arvid about that one? There were countless other small boundaries that Hisato had been pushing as the days went by along with those larger rules, but he liked to think he'd been fairly careful regarding his main concern: 'Don't give away too much that's personal'. 

However, it seemed the time had come for him to start scraping away at even that one. Well. It was only Chinatsu here, and with only half the group left now in this expanded area, there was surely not much of a chance of anyone else showing up. It was a risk he'd let himself take.

"Guess we might be more alike than I originally thought."

His words were preceded by what could only be described as an amused sounding noise, the corner of his mouth actually curling into a wry smile for a brief moment. But then it died as quickly as it had formed, the male folding his arms over his chest due to his lack of pockets and letting out a sigh as he explained himself somewhat.

"Haa. Can't speak for bullying so much. But. Even felt cast aside in my own damn talent. Suppose it's difficult clawing your way back from being kicked aside when it starts off with your own damn parents."

Instinct was giving him a warning, flagging up that he was getting far, far too personal. But there was only so much even Hisato could hold back, he supposed, especially when prompted by situation or circumstance like this.

"Maybe we're not so similar though. You actually still seem to be hoping for better. Think I'm at a dead end."

Not dead yet though.

His arms unfolded for a brief moment to push back some hair from his face, dark gaze finally going to look down at Chinatsu again rather than blankly staring ahead. 

"...You completely ready to lay down and die here then? Would like to talk you out of it. But I'm probably the least qualified person."

This guy would clearly be the life and soul of a party right now.

[carcerare]

Chinatsu | Pikachu is real | ??? -> Casino | ATTN: Hisato

[vivalanine]

She guessed she did space out after the trial. A lot actually. It was only now that Chinatsu truly asked herself how much time passed since the execution happened. It must be some time already, right? As she was in the casino, it must be at least over a hour or two - she hadn’t taken the bus, after all. This much she still remembered, but everything else felt like an absolute blur to her.

This couldn’t be healthy, right?

Not like it mattered much. In her eyes, it was only a matter of time before everyone died, so did it really matter to remember every little detail? Even as a landscape architect who lived for details, she couldn’t care less anymore.

Thus, Chinatsu stayed simply silent, but let out a little surprised squeal when she was moved to the Nekomachine. It’s not like as if she was resisting in any way and instead, just went along with it. When she finally realized that they were in front of the Nekomachine now, she got his intentions. A little late, aren’t we?

When Hisato asked if he should leave her alone, she didn’t know how to answer. Although she didn’t want to be around anyone, it somehow would pain her to be left alone again. God, why were feelings so complicated? Couldn’t they just stick to one thing and not bounce between two opposites?

"I-It’s… f-f-fine if you, uh, s-s-stay here. I-I think. I-I’m ho-honestly not even sure m-m-myself anymore."

At least she was being honest here, though the girl tensed slightly when he asked about this particular thing.

"… I-It’s strange, i-i-isn’t it?"

The landscape architect glanced at the white-haired male, before she casted it onto the floor, a tired smile now plastering her face. A few strands were hanging down and she really didn’t look like her usual well-dressed self - then again, who cared about that now?

"I… I d-d-d-did say that I d-d-don’t trust, um, a-a-anyone. T-That would mean t-t-t-that I also sh-shouldn’t care, right? B-But… still… I-I don’t e-e-even understand myself, b-b-but… I… y-y-you are honest. A-And l-like I said in the, err, t-t-trial, I trust y-y-you the most of e-e-everyone here. F-F-Funny, isn’t it? I-I’m not ma-making even any sense, b-b-but I… I’m worried. I can’t help b-b-but feel fucking w-w-worried."

How do you even word your thoughts? Clearly, she wasn’t the best in handling these matters right now. Nice.

[shslpokemonchamp]

Hisato would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly disappointed when Chinatsu said he would be fine to stay. This mutual killing experience certainly hadn't made the boy more sociable, that was for sure. But now that the architect had said that, there was a higher chance of her reactions being worse if he tried or managed to leave than if he simply just stayed. But of course Hisato didn't broadcast this slight frustration at being with another, instead merely giving a curt nod and turning to look at the Nekomachine in anticipation of Chinatsu using it.

Instead he found himself receiving another blow to the gut.

Not literally, of course. As far as he could tell neither Chinatsu nor another student had attacked him from nowhere. No, it was once again that feeling of surprise that was becoming all too familiar to Hisato (against his will, of course) nowadays, prompted by Chinatsu's little speech just then. Good thing that Chinatsu was looking at the floor really; Hisato would have hated for her to catch the genuine look of surprise that crossed his face, jaw actually dropping a little before he managed to catch himself and deliver a rather neutral response.

"...Probably a horrible decision."

No praise for himself, as ever. Though honestly, how exactly were you meant to respond to that sort of statement? 

"Well. Would like to return the favour. But I've never been particularly able to trust people." A short, harsh sounding laugh, clearly one not fueled by humour. "NGL. Suppose I feel honoured that you have faith I won't turn out like Nobuo. Or Haru. Or Min-yun. Could probably go on."

Perhaps a rather strange way to respond to a declaration of trust. But Hisato didn't seem to be thinking on it too much. Or perhaps he was, but just in completely the wrong way, judging by the scoff he let out. 

"TBH. Maybe you're more optimistic regarding us than you realise. Hell. I just found out someone was apparently planning to kill me already and for fuck knows how long." Oh, but how he would have loved to see him try. "You have no idea whether anyone shares that feeling for you and yet here you are. Placing trust."

Hisato that's not comforting. 

"...Don't worry about me. No-one else ever has and I've been... fine, don't see why people would need to start. Besides." His hand clenched into a fist at his side. "I'm not exactly dead yet."

[carcerare]

Chinatsu | Pikachu is real | ??? -> Casino | ATTN: Hisato

[vivalanine]

I assure you, Hisato, although ruffling someone’s hair isn’t actually weird, the fact that Chinatsu did so because she was reminded of her dog is strange. Therefore, you are justified to question her actions, don’t worry.

Although Chinatsu fully intented to slap herself out of her weird behaviour, she couldn’t, because Hisato grabbed her wrists before any impact could happen. Then, she was pulled up and even though it wasn’t that much force, she still got up easily enough. Looks like as if someone got lighter than she used to be…

Then again, it’s not like as if any of them had any good nutruition these past weeks, so it was to be expected that some would lose a bit of their weight.

Stumbling, Chinatsu managed to keep her balance this time, before she was released. What was she supposed to do now? Apologizing seemed to be the best course of action, but before she could stutter it out, Hisato was the first to speak up again.

"… I… d-d-don’t even know w-w-why I’m here… I c-c-can’t, err, e-e-even remember w-where I was all this time b-b-before I e-ended up here."

Someone was definitely not checking the time, yep.

She fumbled with her hands and for a second, it seemed like a good idea to just sit here and hit herself until she got clear. Something she would usually never consider, but a human can only take so much before rationality slipped away.

"N-Nekomachine… o-oh, right, t-there was a r-r-reason why I, um, e-even bothered to enter this building… r-right…"

[shslpokemonchamp]

It was safe to say that this sort of situation was not particularly one Hisato had any clue about. He had no previous experience in this sort of... well he supposed he'd have to call it 'comfort', that was the only way he could think to peg it. Whatever it was though, no experience meant no previous memories to base his actions off. That was more than a little uncomfortable for Hisato. 

Ah well. Here he was. Guess he'd have to suck it up. 

(...Well. He could just walk out and leave her here. But he found he hadn't yet.)

"...Not at all concerning." His tone of voice made it sound that way too. Though at least he actually frowned a little. "Guess you spaced out after that last trial, huh."

If she even remembered it. Though Hisato didn't dare try jogging her memory regarding that right now. From what he'd seen, there was a strong possibility of her lashing out more. 

A few moments passed in which Hisato simply stared at the other girl, coolly watching her struggle to form her words and thoughts. Then another sigh was heard, the male seeming almost weary as he reached out and put a hand on Chinatsu's back. He didn't even have to put too much pressure there to move the girl it felt, the still yellow-clad (ech) male essentially guiding his current companion to the Nekomachine. As soon as the two were close however he instantly retracted his hand, putting it back- wait, shit. The kigurumi didn't have pockets it seemed, leading Hisato to accidentally punch himself in the leg before leaving his arm dangling awkwardly (to him, anyway) at his side. 

"I can leave if it's easier for you."

Hisato thought he might as throw that out there before his next, slightly more self conscious words. 

"...Not still concerned about me, are you."

Of course referring to that... interesting reaction Chinatsu had had to a certain bombshell he'd dropped not so long ago. 

(He hoped the answer was no. That would be a lot easier.)

[shslpokemonchamp]

shsl-magic-boy said: wow u seem angry maybe u should calm down? i can understand ur disappointment tho i guess u really thought sparks would fly with that pair i would say maybe you need to Cool Down but I can only see that ending in a michio pun ,

[shslpokemonchamp]

shsl-magic-boy replied to your post:haruikezawa replied to your post:so i just nearly...

wow thats shocking, absolutely shocking B)

I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don't have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let these OCs go now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

[carcerare]

Chinatsu | Pikachu is real | ??? -> Casino | ATTN: Hisato

[vivalanine]

If Chinatsu wasn’t so busy to rub her forehead, she would have simply stared at that fluffed up hair, before a sudden urge deep within her soul would tell her to pat him. Maybe it was the lack of stroking her own dog that she came this far to even pat a fellow student of hers? Then again, she wanted to hug Shibe, but she never got the chance. Well, maybe she would take it up now…

As soon as she finally stopped being such a pathetic pansy and get over her own stupidity.

Chinatsu rubbed the tiny tears in her eyes away as she looked up. She blinked at Hisato, now actually bearing witness to the fluffiness that is suddenly Hisato’s hair.

Before she could even control her actions, Chinatsu simply placed her hand on his head and started to gently ruffle his hair. Wow, it was really fluffy actually… like her dog Haru…

Haru.

Why did her poor dog had to share the same name as this devil.

This was possibly the thought that snapped her back to reality and thus, let her realize what she was doing. At first, Chinatsu just blinked dumbfoundly, before she turned red as a tomato and then instantly removed her hand from his head.

"Eeeeeeeks, I-I-I-I-I’m so-so-so-so-sorryyyyyyy~!”

Smacking both of her hands to her face - ouch, this slap was loud - she made herself small with some inconsistent stuttering. Something about Pokeballs, Pikachu, a dog and… something about being disappointed to not see him in this outfit anymore?

Congratulations, this girl is even more of a mess than before.

[shslpokemonchamp]

Well, this was... awkward. Perhaps even more so than it might have been anywhere or for anyone else, considering how many of their conversations had lead to discussion along the lines of 'I'm not here to kill you'. Exactly how long would it be considered acceptable for him to lean over Chinatsu on the floor like this? Who the fuck knew. Certainly not Hisato. This wasn't exactly a common experience. 

What happened next certainly wasn't either. 

"The fuck are you-"

He'd cringed on instinct, tensing up where he stood as Chinatsu's hand reached up and... started to pet his hair. Once again Hisato's eyes widened slightly, the closest he would allow himself to get to showing shock or surprise, dark gaze flicking up as though to try and see exactly what the girl was doing even though the action was harmless. What... what the hell was this? This was a thing people did? Hell. If this was something friendship related count him the fuck out. Honestly he would have tugged himself away had he not been caught in what could only be described, for him, as morbid fascination. He just looked confused now rather than stunned, mouth open slightly as though to try speak to Chinatsu. 

Then she finally snapped back to reality. 

"...Oh, for fuck's sake-"

Catching Chinatsu's hand before she could hit herself again Hisato tugged the girl to her feet as forcibly as his weak body would allow, a deep breath escaping in a sigh as he retrieved his hat, then tugged the kigurumi hood up again for good measure. Yes, he was definitely crawling back to his capsule after this ordeal. This whole day was getting out of hand. So much for keeping a tighter check on himself too.

"Look. Are you okay. If you came here just to sit on the ground and hit yourself, I'm concerned."

Not that he sounded or looked it, of course. Was he even concerned or just confused?

"...Before you do. Don't apologise. Look. If you came for the nekomachine, it's all yours. Believe me, I'm finished with that thing."

[shsl-forester]

im aware of that there are no good excuses …

[shslpokemonchamp]

haruikezawa replied to your post:so i just nearly lost my first battle in alpha...

y OU NSAMED IT HARU IM GOINB TO

then the electric move hit and i regretted absolutely everything

[shslpokemonchamp]

so i just nearly lost my first battle in alpha sapphire. i think i was too optimistic in the pairing i put out to start with (cant event work together now smh):

shortly after this picture haru got hit by thunderbolt and i nearly cried real tears

[carcerare]

Chinatsu | Pikachu is real | ??? -> Casino | ATTN: Hisato

Where was she even heading to? Nowhere, to be honest. Chinatsu just walked around, no goal in mind as she just wanted to get away from everyone. Here and there, she made a few stops to rest for a bit, before she pulled herself up to venture even more. Couldn’t stay too long in a place or else, someone would find her sooner or later.

It went on and on - Chinatsu already lost her sense of time when she finally reached the casino. There was no particular reason as to why she wanted to come here, but just as she was aware of her location, she was instantly reminded of the newly gained coin from the new trial. If she was already here, might as well use them all. Maybe she would find something that would somehow ease her worries? Anything for a distraction, really.

As the landscape architect entered the building, she was witness to a peculiar sight.

At first, Chinatsu asked herself if she hadn’t completely lost it by now. This was too strange to be true, right? She blinked and rubbed her eyes, now theorizing that she might be so incredibly tired that she saw already things. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched, right?

Though he still stood there.

Hisato in a Pikachu Kigurumi.

"…"

She was speechless. Even after pinching herself to wake up from this dream, she was still very much here and the pinch had hurt. The image didn’t disappear and Chinatsu just dumbfoundly blinked.

First the dakimura with the pokeballs and now this. A real life Pikachu.

To make it worse, it looked so adorable that Chinatsu almost wanted to skip over to Hisato and hug him.

"… I-I j-j-j-just need a m-m-moment…"

That’s all she said before Chinatsu just lied down, not caring one bit if she got dirty. This was the amount of level of how absolutely done she was.

"… B-B-But you look r-r-really, err, c-c-cute in that."

SLAP.

"OUCH!"

Guess who just smacked her forehead so hard that she contort herself and was holding her forehead.

This girl right here.

[shslpokemonchamp]

Well. He supposed there were worse candidates that could have walked in on him in this damn kigurumi. 

(Though most of them were now dead.) 

Hisato wasn't exactly shocked that Chinatsu seemed surprised by what she'd just come across. After all there he stood, presumably just hours from that trial: bright yellow (ech) Pikachu kigurumi, a little wideeyed himself now, and he'd just realised that his hat had come off with the kigurumi hood so fluffed up white hair was the order of the day. Great. Just great.

A few moments passed where Hisato simply stared at the girl. Then he dragged his hand down his face at Chinatsu's first stuttered words since she caught the sight, a groan escaping him.

"Don't. Just- JFC, just-"

"… B-B-But you look r-r-really, err, c-c-cute in that."

What the actual fresh hell. 

He didn't seem to notice that Chinatsu was now lying on the floor nor hitting herself. If anything Hisato seemed completely taken aback if not utterly disgusted at the fact that someone found him cute, of all things. Had he ever heard anything like that directed towards him in his life? Pfft. Never. Though this... this was absolutely not something he desired, not in the slightest. 

(That was just another way of people ending up considering him close, really.)

After a good few long moments where a stunned Hisato simply stood there, the yellow-clad male finally moved over to Chinatsu and offered a hand to her with a sigh. 

"If it reassures you any. There is absolutely no way I am ever wearing this again."

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Hisato || Cosplay Pikachu || RE: Nekomachine items ATTN: Chinatsu

He wasn’t aware of exactly how long he was walking for after that particular outburst. But at least Hisato appeared completely himself (or rather that absolutely stone cold individual that the class surely knew by now) by the time he found himself at the capsule hotel again. Honestly the male was completely ready to crawl into his bed and not thinkfor a while, give himself something of a chance to cool down, and would have done so had he not ended up distracted by something: a book by his locker he hadn’t noticed before. 

…Oh, right. That one. The one he’d passed on to Haru. 

Frowning at the book and its amended note for a while, Hisato picked it up and tested its weight in his hands out of morbid curiosity. 

"…Eh."

Perhaps not as close as a call as he might have thought. But Hisato put the book back in his locker anyway, before climbing into his capsule and staying there for a while. 

[hotel -> casino]

Sometime later Hisato found himself in search of a distraction, that once again turning out to be the nekomachine. It was with a sigh that Hisato spun his ID card round in his hand in a practiced movement and swiped it to receive…

Pikachu Kigurumi

(x) A cute and comfortable costume made of soft cotton fabric. Perfect for relaxing in summer weather, sleeping or cosplaying!

After putting the kigurumi on straight over what he was already wearing in the casino, Hisato… just felt disappointed in himself, really. Why’d he even do that? He really was losing it.

Shame he didn’t get the chance to take it off again before someone else entered the casino. Hisato quickly shoving the hood down with a disgruntled sort of noise. 

"…Look. If you’re planning to kill me as well. Let me get this thing off first so I can at least die with some fucking dignity."

[bless leo for this incredible image]

[shslpokemonchamp]

cracks out the ouija board. time to contact kpop hell,

[shslpokemonchamp]

totally forgot to drop this in last night but if anyone wants to thread this chapter hmu \o

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Hisato || Volt Switch || Execution reaction

It was an unnatural feeling, being so caught up in annoyance like this. He was naturally reserved, yes, and yes he’d trained himself well enough that he could usually keep his emotions very well in check now. But he was still human. Just because he hid them extremely well didn’t mean Hisato, believe it or not, didn’t feel emotion.

This was also explanation for that feeling that could only be described as smugness that was brewing underneath that anger for a number of reasons. 

Not that Hisato showed any of this during the execution of course. The psychologist that had tormented him so (at the very least in his opinion) was electrocuted right before their eyes and Hisato didn’t even seem to flinch, watching Haru’s death like he was simply reading something before him. Completely passive in comparison to others around him, right down to being completely wordless as he turned his back on the smoking scene and left. 

Until he got outside and a little ways away from the trial room, that was. 

That strange wave of mixed annoyance and pride that carried Hisato out of the elevator and down the street for a while finally started to wear off, the boy grinding to a halt by a nearby building with a pained look on his face.

"…SHIT."

Possibly the loudest word Hisato had ever uttered in the group’s time here in the city, the male’s hand slamming into the wall and supporting him there as he took some breaths. What was it? Sudden upset? Pfft, not in the slightest. An attack by his illness? Close, but not quite.

No, Hisato had suddenly focused on everything he’d done in that trial.

He’d announced to the whole damn class that he was terminal. Well, death hanging over his head was nothing new, but Haru had summed up the reason as to why his illness’ details had rolled up on his card that week Shie had died rather neatly. He’d shown a lot more emotion than was necessary too, for him at least. And he’d said-

"Fucking SHIT!"

That hand lifted up momentarily and slammed back into the wall as though to try jolt him back into sense, Hisato letting out a frustrated sigh at himself.

Then he straightened up again, pushed his hair out of his eyes and walked away with his expression already falling back to neutral.

He was going to have to keep an even tighter check on himself now.