World's End Fever {solo/open?}
It felt like she was hearing through a thick layer of cotton, struck in a seemingly unbreakable trance throughout the entire assembly. She'd reached for her shinai, fingers inching towards her bare shoulder. She went dangerously still when she only felt the fabric of her uniform under her fingertips. She'd never been without it, never without her sword since she was a toddler. Swimming, traveling, class, sleeping... she'd never left her sword behind. And not only was a stuffed raccoon talking, no, not only that... the things coming out of it's mouth about mutual killing among high school students. How was this supposed to aid a corrupt generation? Brainless killing was not something she was fond of... in fact, peaceful high school days were preferable to this situation. But... Leon's bravery, the fact that a knife had just barely missed his head, snapped her out of her trance. He'd gone up there without a weapon in his hands, hadn't he?
She would still protect the young master without her sword. Perhaps instead of being his blade, she'd be his shield. Take all of the blows directed at him, protect his body with her own. A tool was but a thing-- she could not afford to disregard her position because her weapon had been taken away from her. She disregarded the fear coursing through her and took a moment to search through the now panicking crowd. She... couldn't see him. And her head felt foggy and heavy with fever.
Her bracelet turned a sapphire blue, but she didn't care much. If he was on the opposite team, she would still protect him. That was her only purpose in life. The only reason she lived, walked, breathed, was to protect him. She'd been told as much since she was just a little girl, that was the way she was to live her life. Perhaps Saionji was right. She was a side character, one that was going to be killed and forgotten. But... so long as she protected bocchan's life with her own, she would die having fulfilled the purpose that had been drilled into her skull since childhood. Tools could be replaced, after all. Her death would not matter.
She repeated those words in her head, forced herself to believe them. But up until the end of the assembly, she still could not find him. She was breaking into a cold sweat, her mind swirling. Maybe she hit her head earlier... her vision was blurring a little, even when she stared through the lenses of the glasses that were perched on her nose. Never good with crowded places, Peko weaved her way through the students and out into the hallway. She leaned against the wall outside the auditorium, pressing a hand to her forehead. Burning, hot to the touch. Here she was, crippled by illness, perhaps, unable to find the young master. Useless... useless.
No one would concern themselves with her, of course. Who would? Perhaps... it was time for her disguise to fall. Disregard the acquaintances she made of Hinata, Kuwata, Mioda, Fujisaki... But then again... no. She would not tell anyone or hurt anyone without permission. And the thought of coming upon any of those four, although on the other team, hurt made her feel... Stop. You're only a tool. A simple tool for killing.
She pushed off of the wall and began to walk towards his dorm. Perhaps he would be there... Her steps were sluggish, her head splitting. She certainly hoped that she would make it there.