The Forgotten Stories
Amidst the grim, frightened atmosphere that hangs over the courtroom like a blanket, Yumeno hops up from her chair for the second time this trial, bringing up her megaphone once again.
“Aaaaaand cut! Talk about one killer execution, right? Nyahahah, I crack myself up. Butbutbut! Don’t think we forgot about that special little surprise from before! We were gonna show you one for the case of Kenta-kun and Saho-chan, but we had some technical difficulties. Good news is we have it ready for you now! Eriko-chan, think they’ll like it?”
“I don’t see why they wouldn’t! You all seem so curious as to what happened after all, not like Kamiya was offering up much. Not that I can blame her too much for that.”
She snorts out a laugh.
“Let’s keep this show moving why don’t we.”
Suddenly, there’s a dimming of the lights. The screen on the courtroom walls, used just moments ago to show the last moments of Shiro Kamiya, lights back up. Something starts to play...
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Shiro is seen in the camera film, exiting her room in the early morning. She is disheveled as usual, with her hair tied up on either side of her head, not a single strand is touching the ground. She is in her usual shirt, and she seems to be wearing an oversized shirt as per usual. She is walking around… aimlessly at first. Doing nothing in particular, but she does look stressed. She’s pacing, a camera shot gets the image of her worried face every now and then. Eventually, she makes her way to the garden.
In the garden already sat a boy. He was there you see, drawn to the garden, to sit beneath the smiling moon.
Drawn by a dream. No dream of kindness nor joy. A dream of death. A dream of terror. A dream of smiling men with faces like his holding down screaming women and children and men and cutting into them and injecting them with things and all the horrors of a thousand thousand sins of the Tsuruchi family. A night terror, if you will. So. There is Yuhiko Tsuruchi, sitting pretty in the garden. Already quite upset. One can’t blame him for looking at the already disliked Shiro with venom in his eyes.
He is the Last Heir of the Wasp Spite is in his nature.
The two began to exchange words. They argue, and things seem to get heated after a while. However, only a few words seem to be audible in their heated exchange. However, one singular word seems to strike Shiro right in the heart.
“Brain damaged. That’s what you are, obviously. You can’t care for things, you can barely care for yourself. I’m surprised no one’s done you the favor of offing you yet! I mean, even before we got into this shitty nightmare of a game”
This is when Shiro lunges. She goes right for him, death in her eyes. She and him begin to fight. It’s a pretty intense fight, Shiro gets hit a few times, but Shiro doesn’t seem to be moving to hurt him much. No, she is more evading him and using her elbows to strike him, only throwing a careful punch when she needed too. Always being careful with how she blocks, she eventually grabs Yuhiko by the arm, spins him around forcefully, and pins him down to the ground, knee digging into his back. A classic police style apprehension. Wordlessly, she uses an elbow to bear down on the back of his head, knocking him out.
She stays there, panting.
She stands. She looks around, at the mess they’ve made of the garden. She sighs, and moves to any places she may have stepped, and quickly- but meticulously, wipes away her own footprints. She then stretches her arms, and begins to drag Yuhiko away.
She drags him all the way to the Girl’s Bathroom, and haphazardly stuffs him into a stall, and immediately turns on her heels, and exits the bathroom. She appears to be heading towards the Costume Room, looking for rope. She rifles through the whole place, giving a sigh of relief when she finds some rope. She quickly flees, stopping by the kitchen, and grabbing a knife. She pauses to even sharpen it.
Her gaze is that of hatred.
She makes her way to the bathroom, and ties Yuhiko up- her knots around his hands reminiscent of handcuffs, and she proceeds to gag him. She pauses to look down at her shirt, and she gasps. She stands up, and leaves the stall for a very quick moment. She takes off her white shirt, and sets it on the counter, returning to Yuhiko’s side. She stares at him. She waits for him to wake up, and when she does, she doesn’t say a word.
She doesn’t even do anything for a few moments.
“Braindamaged?”
Stab.
Stab stab stab.
“...I’m not braindamaged!!!”
Slit. Stab.
She stands up. Oh boy. She’s covered in blood, but no worries. She steps out of the stall, and grabs a nearby towel, and turns on the sink and carefully begins to clean herself up. She cleans all the blood off her hands and body first, and then proceeds to whip away the dirt and whatnot off her body. She makes sure there are no footprints on the ground.
She then finally, lets her long hair down. She then… waits for about half an hour.
“HELP…”
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And just like that, the lights brighten again. Yumeno hops back up, clapping her hands together cheerfully.
“Yaaaaaay! Wasn’t it great? It’s even better, because Shiro-chan never gave you an explanation! It’s great that you can all see every little detail up close, nya! We’ll start making these from now on, so it’s something to look forward to! Who knows- maybe they can be our movie trailers? Fufufu, but you guys had better get going now. Eriko-chan, can you take care of Seval-san for me?”
Eriko nods and steps down from the cameras.
“N-o problem.”
That didn’t sound sinister.
But... The trial room opens. You’re all free to go. How long until you have to return here? You can hope it’s not too awful long.
Eriko seems to lead the way at least, dragging the unconscious Seval behind her.