Everything is fine. [The log of Himiko Suguzawa's murder: unedited]
Yoshiro: Most things went by pretty quickly for Yoshiro. Conversations, confrontations, and hours and hours of night-times spent staring at the ceiling all go by like he can hardly stop them. Always thinking of the right thing to say a little too late, or getting up the will to fight right after he got punched in the face. He was pretty used to it; he was just a twitchy guy. Now, though, everything was moving slowly. Each and every thought went through his head, and he realized it as it happened, and he still chose to continue. The hum and whir of the machines, set up to control the artificial gravity keeping them all steady on their feet, was driving the thoughts dancing in the back of his head up to the surface. Fear. Darkness. As the step of someone entering the room reached his ears, and he turned, seeing a single face illuminated by the light of the screens and his single flashlight, he latched onto a thought and lunged. Hope.
Yoshiro: This was hope. This was his way out, this was the only opportunity he had. He hardly remembered the long, drawn out journey he'd taken coming here. Another sleepless night driving him to walk, and think, in the dark, the array of dangerous garden tools shining against the small light he had with him, both had lead up to where he was now, standing in front of Himiko bearing the huge, looming cutting shears over their heads. There was a struggle. Noises. All he could hear was his own screaming as he sent her into the ground, leaving the blades stuck in her abdomen, blood gushed everywhere. None of it happened quickly, and he could feel himself thinking over all of it, every second. He was doing this. He was going to escape. He was committing murder.
Chiko: It had been a normal night for the electrical engineer-- or as normal as it could be without any electricity. He'd taken to slowly wandering the hallway, a cheap flashlight keychain shaped in a vague image of the sun in hand. The giftshop might not have had industrial strength headlamps or even regular strength normal flashlights, but... this would do. He'd been prepared for the lights to go out, and he was keeping it together. Calm. Collected. At least, until he heard screaming coming from the gravity control room. There was only one thing that would make sense for that horrible noise to be going onnow, of all times, and even though Chiko knew someone was trying to murder and he knew that this motive was bullshit and they just weren't thinking and if he got there in time he could surely break it up and everything would be fine, they'd be fine, everything is fine-- nothing could have prepared him for the sight of his best friend, outlined in the sickening yellow light of the cheap plastic keychain, covered in blood, killing someone. Nothing.
Chiko: He's frozen for only a moment in complete, unbridled horror before he snaps to his senses and reminds himself that no, no, inaction is a thousand times worse than action, he had to do something, anything, he can't just stand there uselessly, and before he knows it he's screaming and rushing to shoveYoshiro away. "Himik--?!? Y-- YOSHIRO-KUN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HOLY SHIT, STOP, STOP, STOP!!!!"
Yoshiro: As bloody hands slipped away from the shears, and his head craned over his shoulder to the door, his senses began to sharpen and everything came into full time focus. Chiko was in the room. He was being.. shoved. He was crying. He couldn't breathe. Chiko was in the room. Chiko was... Chiko was in the room. By the time his back rattled harshly against the buttons and sharp exterior of the control panel, all he could do was sob in response to Chiko's presence. His tears choked in his throat and he wheezed, hands shaking as he looked down at them. He smashes them against his apron, smearing trails of blood all over himself, as his glance shot arrows through the dark at his screaming friend. It's now, only now, that all of the slowly calculated decisions he made began to seem like mistakes. Like he made them too quickly. Like everything went by too fast. He can't move, he can't speak, his veins and throat burn like they're full of acid. This was... bad.
Chiko: Oh no, no, no. This can't be happening this wasn't happening. Chiko wasn't even looking at Yoshiro, he was on the ground with his hands shakily pressing at Himiko's cuts like maybe, just maybe, he made it in time, she's bleeding there's blood everywhere but he knows she's still alive because she's looking at them still and maybe there was still time-- but even as he frantically tries to stop the bleeding, he knows. There's a part of him that just knowsand Himiko is smiling but not in that triumphant, "hahaha fucker I'm gonna live" way, she's smiling in the way that she knows too and as soon as Chiko sees that something snaps inside of him. It's too late. It's too late, late, late, and the next thing he knows he's grabbed the gigantic (heavy enough to kill someone) manual from the corner of the room, his prosthetic protesting at the unexpected weight, he's got it over her and he's crying too and it's too late anyway, it's too late, too many images of trials gone horribly right and executions before him. That can't be Yoshiro, that can never be Yoshiro, he wouldn'tallow it and with a silent sob, he's over Himiko's head and the book drops from his hands and--
Chiko: With a sickening thud, Himiko Suzugawa, SHSL Voice Imitator, is dead.
Yoshiro: It's not until he sees the rise of that book, the lethal leather binding hitting the glow of the control screens above Chiko's head, that his body feels a cold clearing cloud go through it and he lurches up into movement again. He throws himself forward, voice crackling out from his throat through nonexistent ice. "C-CHIKO- NO!" It's too late. With the thud of the text against Himiko's head, his hands shoved into Chikos shoulders to yank him away. Shaking and wet, cold and convulsing with sobs, he yanked and pushed Chikos shoulders with erratic movements. "C-Chiko-kun- Ch- Why. Why- Why why why- Noo.. No. No- Why did you do that?!?" There was a barrier-breaking moment, now, where everything began to move in real time. There was Himiko's body- no longer a moving, tangible person, just a BODY- and blood covered weapons, and Chiko. Too many things, way too many things to make room for thoughts.
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Chiko: He doesn't respond. He can't respond. Error, Chiko.exe is shutting down. He allows himself to be shoved and yanked around with a hollow look on his face, tears quietly streaming from his face, blood dripping from his hands and down his clothes and oh, oh no. He's not here right now. This isn't real, this can't be real-- Himiko can't be dead, it was only the other week when they first met, his first roommate, only the other week when she'd laughed at him for getting tangled in the bedsheets and had to help him out, she couldn't be dead now, he couldn't have done that. His mouth moves to try and squeeze out a word, to answer Yoshiro, but all that manages to leak out is a quiet whimper.
Yoshiro: He looked down at Himiko again through the mess of tears and words shouting out of his mouth at Chiko. He could barely see in this light, but the glint of blood was obvious, and it was stenching to his nose as they stood here longer and longer. Doing nothing. They had to move. They had to move or they would get caught here and all of this would be for nothing. As gears began to turn in his head, his previous plan crumbled to bits. He wasn't going to escape here. He couldn't, now that Chiko was the culprit. Instead... he would send Chiko free from this place and make him take Yuu with him. That was all he coulddo without sending him, who had only just tried to save the barista from guilt, to an execution. He slowly stopped shaking Chiko, hands steadying out as his now cold, wide, insomniac eyes bored into those of the Engineer, tears drying at their sides. "....We need to... cover this up." He spoke, slowly and emptily in the resumed near-silent hum of the room. "We need to move, Chiko-kun."
Chiko: That's... that's right. Action is always preferable to inaction. And just like that, Chiko snaps out of his hazy memories of when Himiko was just his roommate and no one was dead. His tone is logical, devoid of any emotion or inflection as he bends to scoop up the bloodied shears and hoist the book back up. "We have to dispose of this. Are we going to do anything with the body." In another life, they wouldn't be doing this. They should have been sitting in a classroom with one another, Himiko laughing as she imitated the voice of the teacher and drove them insane, Chiko fastidiously writing everything down, maybe passing notes with Yoshiro... But not now. It's too late for any of that now.
Yoshiro: In another life, this would be unthinkable. He couldn't imagine what his parents, or his friends would think.. seeing him as someone who could dothis. But he did. Another life aside, here and now, he proved himself capable of taking the life from Himiko Suzugawa in favor of his own joint escape. "Right." He doesnt sound nearly as robotic as Chiko, though in some unconscious sense he's trying. He sounds emotional, and fragile, but he's moving none the less. He looks over Himiko as Chiko grabs the things, and soon tears surface against his eyes and his fists clench tight, pressing against his face. That was... That was his friend. Why did she have to come in here?? "W- We- We... We can't just LEAVE her here!"
Chiko: "Where... where do we put her, then...." His tone still has that empty quality to it, like he's still not totally here right now. He shifts the book in his arms, trying to keep the weight distributed so it won't rip his prosthetic out of its socket. That's the last thing they need right now. Oh well, Yoshiro said they had to move the body, so they'll move the body. "... S... Sector C?" Hide it? Bury it??
Yoshiro: His throat makes a sickening noise in his head as he swallows, and he takes in a sharp, needly breath. "Y...eah. We'll. We'll bury her. That's what you... do, right?" Feeling the world spin with him as he moves forward, without a thought he leans down and hoists up Himiko's bleeding husk into his arms. The way her head looks is terrible, and each wound on her meets his eyes worse than the last one. He feels like he might drop her as he stands up, but holds onto the corpse tight. He had no time for dropping people. "..Hurry. Come on."
Chiko: That's typically what you do. The proper procedure for handling a corpse. Not pausing to think about how ridiculous this might be in their current circumstances, Chiko nods and attempts to lead the way with his shitty flashlight-- which he had to fumble on the ground to find, as it had been dropped in the initial panic-- and his arms full of murder weapons. Let's go to Sector C, then.
Yoshiro: Stopping in the doorway, his mind reels as he thinks through all of this. He was no detective- he was hardly even useful in these trials. How the hell was he supposed to get away with murder?? What had he been THINKING?? Now that there was another person in the mix, all he could think of was erasing Chiko's involvement in the crime as much as he could. That was the only way to get out of this, right?? Thousands of late night murder mysteries on TV played through his head, and before he moved from the room, he looks over his shoulder. ".....Walk... in my footsteps. If you can." Two sets of footprints incriminating them was hardly what they needed. He set out towards Sector C.
Chiko: Okay, he does his best to... do that... even though it's dark and he's struggling with the weight in his hands and cursing his prosthetic because you really aren't supposed to put a lot of weight on those. This is going to be aching for a long time afterwards. If he lived that long, that is-- but no one wants to think such depressing thoughts. Especially not at a time like this. They had to focus.
Yoshiro: He doesn't bother to say anything as he makes his way through the dark, towards Sector C. Every few seconds, though, Chiko could hear the choking sound of Yoshiro biting back sobs, and gagging on the scent of Himiko's blood covering him. As he steps into the grassy floor of the biodome, his legs start to shake and he nearly drops Himiko. "Grhrhg--gh-- F-Fuck!!! I- I- Iwwrrughhh-" He's sobbing again, frozen in the entrance of Sector C.
Chiko: Ohhhhhhh man. This was so bad. This was soooo bad. "I... 'm going to go... get rid of these.... start... Start digging a hole, somewhere... hhhhhhhh..." Fuck. He should bring Yoshiro a spade back. This was so bad. This was so bad the smell of blood was almost overpowering and he fucking killed her, fuck, fuck, fuck. Can't dwell on that now or he'd completely fucking lose it though. Action over inaction. He had to keep moving.
Yoshiro: Shaking for a few seconds after Chiko leaves, he nods, and starts walking over to a clear spot in the grass. Dropping Himiko by mistake, he decides that well this is just where he's going to bury her, and starts looking around. He... doesn't have a shovel. "B-Bring- Bring a shovel." He manages, staring down at Himiko nauseously.
Chiko: Chiko quickly locates the nearest shed and... just... puts the fucking shears back. Where they belong. Yes, that's right, they... they're back where they belong, everything is orderly now, it's all... everything's under control. He then picks up a shovel and returns to Yoshiro, remembering the footprint thing in time to try and step in grassy areas or at least drag his feet.
Yoshiro: As Chiko returns, Yoshiro sticks his hand out to take the shovel without speaking, having stopped crying again. Nodding a few times to keep the solemn silence on him, he then shoves the shovel into the ground with a grunt, picking up.... about half the shovel's worth of loose dirt. Fuck. Digging was kind of difficult. He very slowly begins the process of digging a hole, a tiny pile of dirt forming next to them.
Chiko: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The book, the fucking book, he left it in the fucking shed shit okay he has to go get rid of that. "I'll... be right back..." he sort of mutters and hurries back. Okay what the FUCK is he going to do with this?? Shit. Shit. It briefly occurs to him that maybe they can just casually put THAT back too?? No wait that's the stupidest idea ever.
Yoshiro: While Chiko is gone, he starts really working at the hole, putting his all into it. Digging a goddamn fucking dead body hole can't be THAT HARD. He can DO this.
Chiko: There's the sound of rushing water nearby and it dawns on him that they're by a river. Okay, fuck, okay. Okay. He tugs the book up again-- fuck his arm is going to kill him-- and hobbles outside, then... tosses it in. The river appears to wash it away. Fuck. Well, that's... that's one less thing to worry about. He hurries back to YK.
Yoshiro: He can't do this. He's not a murderer. He is the furthest thing from a murderer, except for you know.. having murdered a person. When Chiko comes back over, the hole under Yoshiro's shovel is maybe 5 inches deep, and way too long than whats necessary for a human body. "....Rgrgrghhhr....."
Chiko: Ffffffuck man this is never going to work?? "L... let me try..." This is never going to work. "... Uh, get... some leaves..."
Yoshiro: Yoshiro drops the shovel and leaves the area, returning only moments later with an entire armful of leaves.
Chiko: Chiko has maybe made the hole a little bit bigger but not much??? This won't fucking work. "We... can't spend that much time here, there's still... blood in the halls..."
Yoshiro: Fuck. There's so much blood in the halls. Any minute now someone was going to find it and somehow bumble through the dark right into this mess and it'll all be for NOTHING. All of it!!! Himiko would have died, and Chiko condemned, and he'd be no closer to getting himself or Yuu or Chiko or ANYONE out of this stupid place. Everything would just go back to normal, each of them being picked off one by one. He looms his glance down at the hole, then at the leaves, and shudders as he speaks. "P...Put her in the hole. We'll cover her up."
Chiko: Okay, he puts her in the hole. then subsequently falls in and can't get out. halp
Chiko: if/when people backread this they gotta see th pic
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Chiko: it's been a long few weeks
Chiko: what the fuck is yoshi holding i never noticed that
Yoshiro: a magnifying glass
Yoshiro: As Chiko fucking FALLS INTO THE OPEN GRAVE, Yoshiro just puts his head into his hands and GROANS. What the FUCK is happening. Okay. Okay, no. He very quickly hobbles over there and reaches down to try and grab Chiko and hoist him out of the hole. Get out me hole. All of this is done in solemn, mourning silence.
Chiko: Alright, Chiko doesn't actually FALL HELPLESSLY into the FUCKING hole because IT ISN'T THAT FUCKING BIG but he does kind of stumble and trip. He wheezes out a cry as he starts to go down-- "Halp," but then his good buddy grabs him. Thanks for SAVING HIM, Yoshiro. Time for this roleplay to get ridiculous as fuck as they move onto stage two.
Yoshiro: He nearly slips into the hole himself, with an entire scooby-doo foot peddling montage of steadying himself once he's got Chiko. They both stand up fine, though, and he then throws all of the leaves over Himiko's body. There. She was.... hidden. And dead. And.. there was nothing he could do about it. Lifting up his hand, slowly, he then made a swift and snapped movement to SLAP himself right in the face. She's DEAD, and now he has other things to worry about. He was done being emotional about this, and now this was business time. He turns to Chiko, hands steady now as he clenches them into fists. "Come on. We have to get rid of the rest of the evidence."
Chiko: Chiko looks alarmed. "D... DUDE what??" Don't HIT yourself you stupid asshole what if you die too we're gonna have to clean that shit up too! Anyway. He shakily nods, there's still... all that blood, and their clothes are a mess. "Let's go, then..."
Yoshiro: Man, if I had the power to hit myself hard enough to DIE do you really think I would have fucked up this murder so badly. Okay. OKAY. He nods stoically to Chiko's words and begins to walk around the grave towards the door, moving pretty quickly once he gets going. Once he's out in the hallway, his shoes make a terrible wet noise against the ground, tracking mud through the trail of blood barely visible against the light of his small flashlight.
Chiko: Chiko is worried you are going to DIE which is why he fucking MURDERED A WOMAN FOR YOU you fucking piece of shit. Chiko follows him but then he can't go any further. "... F... Fuck, Yoshiro-kun, there's... there's blood everywhere, we can't... just leave it..." Then he starts taking off his pants.
Yoshiro: Yoshiro was thinking something similar, knowing that such a huge trail of evidence was bound to condemn them SOMEHOW. Turning around with his mouth open, about to boss Chiko into some sort of cleaning ritual, he froze when he saw what was happening. "....Chiko-kun what the hell are you doing."
Chiko: "We don't have time to go run and get towels," he snapped. Dude are you EVEN thinking. "Come on."
Yoshiro: Hooly shit. He wants to argue but, well, he's right. Without a word he starts taking off his apron. Then his pants. Then his fucking shirt he just takes all of his clothes off until he's wiping the floor with them, kneeling there in his superman boxer shorts. It's at this moment, scrubbing the floor with his pants, that he decides to get real. "....I'm. I'm sorry, Chiko-kun. I'm so sorry. I..."
Chiko: Well, even though this is supposed to be a humorous moment from a narrative standpoint, the fact does remain that they just killed someone. So might as well mention the fact that Chiko's right leg has some horrible scarring going on. Like, it's pretty much repulsive just to look at it. Ick. That's not to mention all the other ones on the shoulder webbing out from his prosthetic and ones on the rest of his body but let's not dwell on that, he's obviously embarrassed but they have blood-cleaning priorities here. He gets to the point and starts trying to mop up the mess with his clothes. "Just.... just... why did you do it, Yoshiro-kun?" he asks, softly.
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Yoshiro: Crawling across the floor and soaking up blood with the crumpled up remnants of his clothes, he grimaces at the question, feeling his heart pump in his ears. He's not looking at Chiko at all, nevermind noticing his scars of all things. "I...I... ... I.." He clenches a hand around bloodstained cloth and closes his eyes. "I didn't want t-to just- to die here. I got scared, and I- I knew if.. even if I didnt die here, in the dark, today, that we'd all just be picked off one by one by one anyway!! We're never going to get out of here, Chiko-kun- he's made that much clear. If I... I knew if I m-m-mu- m- If I did itnow, then... then at least I wouldn't have to escape alone!!" His voice raised to a near shout by the end of it, echoing through the empty, spooky sector as his knees shook against the metal floor. He realized he had stopped moving, opening his eyes again to shove his apron into a footprint of Himiko's blood.
Chiko: Chiko quietly continues to ruin his old clothes with the blood of the deceased voice imitator. "... You... you would have had the rest of us die, then," he says quietly. It's not a question, just... a despondent observation of facts. Yoshiro was going to get the rest of them killed. Sweet little Kaoru? Yoshi??? Even... Chiko. It's natural to be afraid, Chiko knows that, he knows he's been struggling to keep his waves of panicked terror down, masked under a determined sense of unwavering optimism whenever he talks to anyone else. They don't have to know he's falling apart slowly, he doesn't even have to know it, if he doesn't acknowledge it-- there are better ways to cope than killing people. Chiko is tired. He's so tired.
Yoshiro: His fingers shake against themselves as Chiko says that, and there's a long moment of silence afterwards. It almost seems like Yoshiro isn't going to respond, affirming or denying the statement, but he finally does, speaking the only thought in his mind. "I... I wasn't.. thinking about that." It's not like he didn't know it, though. "...But... yeah. We're... all going to die here one way or another. I..." He'd been trying to stay calm until now, but tears start cascading out from his face onto the bloodied fingers he's staring at. "...I d-don't want to have to keep seeing it, week after week, Chiko-kun."
Chiko: "There are better ways to cope than..." Well, what's done is done. Despite the desperation, despite the anxiety and the obsessive, repeating thoughts of not good enough not good enough not perfect enough never good enough... Chiko's determined optimism was still genuine. He just clung to it far too much. Because the alternative... Well, you can see what happens. "You can still get out of here, Yoshiro-kun. Murder is not... the answer to this problem. Not playing the game is. I thought I'd made that clear enough times before..." he says, quietly. Sadly.
Yoshiro: "I know. I fucked up!! I fucked it all up and I- I can't change it now so we're going to make sure you aren't CAUGHT, okay?!? I don't.. I don't knowwhat I was.... hrgguh.... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.." He slumps up to his feet, finally, feeling the world spin around him and SEEING it as he opened his eyes. The bloodstained clothes in his hand, the red and blue of his underwear as he looked down at his bloody feet, all of it was blurring together for a few seconds as he tried to stay steady. Blood... blood. A lot of blood. They murdered someone, that was blood, real blood.
Chiko: Hopefully by now they've been slowly edging down the hallway so they can make it to the actual ROOM and clean all that up too soon. At Yoshiro's statement, Chiko just stays... quiet. There's nothing he can say about that. A murder has taken place. A trial will partake after a brief period of investigation. If the culprit wins, then everyone else will die. And if the culprit doesn't, then...
Chiko didn't want to die. Did anyone ever really want to die? Of course he wanted to live. He had friends here, he... he was happy here. But despite all that... Chiko would never, ever condone the loss of everyone else's lives just to save his own. It was cowardly and despicable and-- and Chiko didn't deserve it, anyway, he should have been dead years ago, he already had had several years more than he should have. He doesn't voice it to Yoshiro because he knew that his friend would likely protest and it wouldn't do any good, but Chiko already knew what was at the end of this.
Chiko: Matsuoka Chiko was going to die.
Yoshiro: Yoshiro vomits in the hallway.
Chiko: "Oh, no..." Chiko murmurs, then reaches to sort of pat his back.
Yoshiro: Why was he even bothering to pat him. He was a MURDERER he just MURDERED someone, or tried to anyway, and now Chiko was going to die because of it and here he was fucking PATTING HIM ON THE BACK while he puked his guts out!!! Once he's done, he leans up to just.. look, right at Chiko, He doesn't say anything, he just stares at him in dizzy stupor. Why.
Chiko: Because you're his friend, Yoshiro. One of the only ones he's ever had. And even if he was terrified about the thought of dying and giving it all up... it was for his best friend, so it was worth it. "Come on, we need to go inside the room now," he told him gently, like they were only discussing something as casual as building a snowman together and Yoshiro had slipped and fallen in the process.
Yoshiro: Yoshiro chokes a bit on his words before just, nodding. He straightens up, refusing to look at the gross mess on the floor, and heads over to the gravity control room once more. The scene inside is pretty much disgusting, and before he can puke again, he starts throwing his clothes into the main source of blood, saturating them as much as he can though the mess is hardly disappearing.
Chiko: Chiko follows suit, entering another hazy mode of "not happening, not here right now, don't think, don't feel" to prevent himself from completely losing all of his shit. Even if he doesn't have it together, he's going to at least act like he's got it together. No broken sobbing from him. No choking over the stench of blood. No screaming in horror over the fact that he just killed someone-- someone he had shared a room with not too long ago. No wailing about how it wasn't fair, none of it was fair-- no, none of that. There's a task before him and he's got to complete it. That's all.
Yoshiro: Before too long, their clothes are absolutely saturated and it's clear there's not much more they can do here. There's still a lot of blood, and Yoshiro's managed to numb himself to it by solely thinking of how they were going to get through this trial. He'd been silent for minutes now, going through in his head the best way to deceive their friends. He could still get someone out of here safely, even if he messed this whole thing up. Even if it wasn't worth it in the first place. "....Chiko-kun, this is. This is all we can do. We need to wash up."
Chiko: "Okay," he agrees in a voice that seems as dead as their peer that they just murdered. He stands up automatically and gathers up his clothes, then heads to the washroom.
Yoshiro: Following after him, he remains silent until they get in there, practically expecting Hayate or some dickwad to come dancing down the hallway like hey guys who died. Stepping into the washroom, he looks around with his bloody clothes in arms. Where was he even going to put these? Where could he HIDE them??? There had been NUMEROUS occasions proving where NOT to hide your bloody fucking murder clothes already on the ship, and he was starting to freak out about this element of the plan. As Chiko did whatever he was going to do, he walks into one of the bathroom stalls, and very unceremoniously just... shoves the top off of the tank of the toilet. Clatter clatter CLUNK.
Yoshiro: He then begins shoving his bloody clothes into the tank of the toilet, muttering curses under his breath as toilet water sloshed in splatters against his toes.
Chiko: "Wh..." Chiko just watches this happen with a hazy expression as he sticks his own clothes in the sink, turns on the faucet to start rinsing them off, then grabs paper towels for himself. Yoshiro you just put your clothes in the fucking toilet man what the fuck.
Yoshiro: Yeah this is bad. He doesn't seem to realize this, though, and once they're good and in there he shoves the top of the tank back on. There. No one... no one will find those. Fuck is he tired. He turns around, stepping out of the stall and over to the sink, and turns on his own faucet, beginning to speak as he washes his arms off. "....Alright. From here on out... I need you to follow my instructions carefully.. Chiko-kun. This... is the... battle plan." He's just standing there with Chiko, both of them in their fucking underwear, washing off blood as he prepares to tell Chiko the plan.
Chiko: "Yes?" he prompts, wearily, as he does his best to try and clean himself off without getting water in his prosthetic. His glove is ruined. Good thing he has a spare back in his room. He's tired too, and he's and sore and still trying to keep the emotionally crippling thoughts of what just happened at bay. Emotions won't do him any good now.
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Yoshiro: "...We're going to cover all of this up. No one- N-No one can know what happened here. You can't tell anyone. That much is obvious. We're going to make them believe only one person was here with Suzugawa-san tonight. And... w-worst case scenario, I take full blame. I'd rather.. keep as far from that truth as we can, but if it comes down to it, I confess before anyone knows you're involved, got it??" He punctuates his words with a very serious stare at Chiko, all tears gone from his face now as his mouth thins into a straight line. "...You are going to escape from here, no matter what, and... you're going to take Yuu-kun with you. You have to."
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Yoshiro: "D-Dave-kun!!!! You've seen too much!!!!" Yoshiro murders Dave
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Chiko: He's tired. He's tired and scared and he knows that if he tells Yoshiro he's already accepted the fate of execution then Yoshiro will only freak out more. But it'll be okay, in the end. Everything is going to be okay. Everything is fine. So instead of protesting, he just responds with a solemn nod. Chiko and Yuu. And no Yoshiro and no Yoshi. And no Toshi, or Kaoru, or Shinobu or Valu or Shinsuke or-- no, he couldn't let it happen. He could never allow it. But he's nodding as he says, "Okay."
Chiko: fuck NOT AGAIN YOSHIRO
Chiko: hey if theres two separate murders we could save 4 people
Chiko: dammit now we fucked up. now we fucked up. we have fucked up now
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Yoshiro: the more popele we kill the more we can save
Yoshiro: we just have to sacrifice exactly half of our classmates
Yoshiro: For some reason, he takes this. It may be his rattled mind or a simple lack of plan if Chiko disagrees with him, but he accepts it. He believes that Chiko will help him cover this up, and escape from here and live on like he wanted to. He.. he's okay with that. "....Thank you." He slowly brings a paper towel, soaked in water, up to his head, letting the water fall over his face as he stares at the sink. ".....Can I ask you...another favor?"
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Chiko: fuck we outsmarted the mastermind
Chiko: Chiko regards the impending trial with a looming sense of doom. When the time comes, he hopes he'll be able to spit it out and not freeze up and choke with fear at the thought of death. He has to, he's terrified and he never was the best at talking anyway but he has to. He's now vigorously paper toweling his prosthetic in an attempt to clean it. There's blood seeped into some of the cracks. "... What is it?"
Yoshiro: "...I.." He has no idea how to say this, or if he even wants to, but any sense of a filter he once had has been obliterated with a pair of metaphorical garden shears. "..When this is over. C...Please just- don't remember me like this. I'm... I'm not.." He takes a breath, letting his hands rest in the basin of the sink. "Pretend I was better than this. In the end. Please. I-If you can." You know, when you and Yuu are off being alive and happy on cool earth and meeting my parents.
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Chiko: "You are better than this," Chiko says gently. Which is why he's disappointed in you, Yoshiro. But it's okay. We all make mistakes. Chiko may never be able to forgive himself for even the slightest of fuckups, but he's willing to forgive anyone else for anything he has to. Even murder, apparently. "You're my best friend, Yoshiro-kun," he says, and his tone is sliding back into one of dispassion. Nothing to be emotional about, nothing to miss now that he's going to die-- no. Just... stating facts. That's all. "You'll always be that."
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Yoshiro: "Rkgh-" Clutching the side of the basin, his head ducks down for a second. "Why do you- have to [i]be[/i/] like this." He says, as if he EXPECTED to be turned away, or scolded, or something. Instead, here's Chiko, as loving and supportive and shining as always, and all he can do is sit here covered in a person's blood while he sentences him to death. No. To freedom. Chiko was getting OUT and that was that. Most of the blood being gone, aside, he turned off the water on the faucet and without warning, turned to grab Chiko and hold him as close as he could.
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Chiko: "It's what I would have wanted for myself, in a different life, perhaps," he says, again-- just stating facts. Nothing emotional here. No dredged up memories of his mother's disappointed face, his father's apathy in regard to anything Chiko did after the fact that he'd fucked up-- they didn't even want to look at him. There's nothing emotional about that. Chiko had accepted it. Just more facts. That's all. When Yoshiro pulls him into a hug though it's all he can do to not quake and burst into tears because god he was a fuckup and a failure and was never going to be a success and make it up to his family and he was pathetic but god he was so grateful to be alive and loved living so much and he loved having friends and he didn't want to lose it. Not for the world.
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Yoshiro: He clutches at him as tightly as he can without breaking him, though he comes close. His nose buries into Chiko's hair as he draws in a breath, trying to avoid the train of thoughts trying to slam into his head. No matter what actually happens, neither of them are going to make it out of this the same. Only one of them was even going to make it. "You- You'remy best friend too, okay?? Never forget that. N-Never ever. You're so important to me and to everyone and you're- you- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The words taste bitter against his lips as he leans forward to press them into the top of Chiko's head. He doesnt even think about it as he peppers the top of Chiko's head in tear riddled kisses, holding him close with his hands and shuddering to keep from wailing out more and more apologies that dont mean anything anymore.
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Chiko: NOOOOOO FUCK YOU GT I CANT DO THIS
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Chiko: nnnNNOOOOooOOOOOooo
Yoshiro: ust remember theyre both in their underwear
Yoshiro: and you can get through it
Chiko: He wasn't important. He was never going to be anyone important. Another fact that Chiko had come to terms with-- but, even still... if at least one person thought he was, somehow... then... then that was a really good feeling, even though he knew he didn't deserve it. Everyone wants to mean something to someone. Even if it wasn't his parents. Chiko could be happy with just this. Then Yoshiro's kissing his hair and Yoshiro's crying and now Chiko is crying and this is what friends do, isn't it? That's what Yuu had implied and they were friends and so Chiko plants a small kiss on Yoshiro's cheek in return, this was nothing like with Yoshi but it still felt warm and Chiko just wanted to stay here and be held and not have to face everyone else as they condemned him at trial and he stood in front of what could only mean death. He just wanted to stay like this. It wouldn't be so bad, for once-- inaction. Just for once.
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Yoshiro: How could he ever have thought he would leave Chiko behind. What was he thinking?? He can feel his mind drawing at the last reserves of his energy- he can feel himself running on empty and he looks it as he stands there, letting himself motionlessly cry over Chiko. He stays like this for a long time. A lot longer than someone who was trying not to get caught with murder should stand and hug his friend half naked in a public bathroom, probably, but you know. Finally, he drew his head just a bit away from Chikos. "............Come on."
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Chiko: Chiko cries too. And he could never leave you behind, Yoshiro-- or, at least, he wouldn't leave you to die. Other than that, he's leaving you behind. He's sorry about that. They both stand there like the two broken losers they are until Yoshiro finally pulls away, Chiko's face looking tired and puffy and drained. "... Y... Yeah," he says. No need to stick around any longer, they had to get back to their rooms before someone found out...
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Yoshiro: Reaching down carefully, he moved back to take Chikos hand, but then let go, taking his hands and folding them to hold each of his arms in a protective gesture. Or maybe he was just cold. He nodded for a second, before gesturing silently with his head, and heading to the door. "...Just. Remember. We're getting you out of here. You and Yuu-kun." He sounds almost wistful as his eyes, glazed and teary, move off into the hallway. "..And.. you can apologize to my parents for me. They'll be upset, but... that's okay. And you can.. tell everyone what happened to us up here. And become famous..." It's clear he's just talking to keep himself occupied at this point, sounding like someone who's falling asleep. He may as well be, it's been six days.
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Chiko: "... Okay," he agreed, despondent. He's only half-listening to what Yoshiro's saying, but not to be rude or anything. Chiko wonders if anyone will ever apologize to his own parents for him, then quickly dismisses the thought-- no. They wouldn't want to hear it, anyway. And then there was Y-- there was.... No, he couldn't think of that name or he really would break down. Instead he picks up some paper towels and gathers his soaked clothes from the sink to dispose of elsewhere. "... Y... Yoshiro-kun... Everything's going to be fine, okay?"
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Yoshiro: Slowing as Chiko speaks, as to make sure he wasn't falling behind, he turns over his shoulder to look at him. It's now, of all times, that he notices Chiko's horrible scarring. All of the marks covered his skin and the words he yelled out the other day echoed in his head. A train. Chiko was hit by a train...and he was fine. It was all fine. Unsure of why he was thinking about this now, or why he was even remembering, he shook his head and met eyes with Chiko again. "....Yeah. Everything is.... fine, Chiko-kun." He doesn't smile.
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Chiko: Yoshiro might not, but as Chiko bundles his clothes in paper towels and approaches the door-- and Yoshiro-- to leave, a very small, almost wistful smile pulls at his face. It's barely there, but... It's still there. It's going to be okay, Yoshiro. Everything is fine.
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