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takashiiis replied to your post:takashiiis replied to your post:I did it. I...
I don’t know, it’s a charter so it probably gets some funding, but I don’t know, I do believe that I have to write a research paper sometime when I reach junior english… I’m a year behind academically because of my slacking and my shitty old school
Ahh, I did have to write a research paper at the end of 11th grade, but that was only 10 pages. That was as part of the curriculum.
Things I greatly appreciate
being called "waifu"
also "my love"
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BRING ON THE SPAM
I drew such a cute picture of us hanging out, Sensei.
*Watches husband flirt with every other girl*
In effect, Akane's plan is to keep walking until she finds a way out of the house, and then keep walking until she either a) gets hit by a car, b) collapses.
One of two will happen.
@ takashiis
I don't want to die-
Those were the words that wouldn't leave her head. She couldn't push them out, she couldn't stop hearing them, whispered into her ear over a crackling, static recording. Nothing had compelled her to push that button. Nothing had forced her to open that drawer. There was no reason to. There was no suspicion, there was no doubt, there was absolutely no uncertainty that the man she'd allowed to marry her was a sane individual. Misguided? Perverted? Yes. But still human.
Akane hadn't moved in hours.
It was a miracle she'd even managed to move herself to the bathroom in time. It wasn't just the recording she found, there was more. Accounts, photographs, blood. All carefully arranged and sorted, like a collection of stamps. It went straight to her stomach, all of it. The princess vomited several times, until she was too exhausted to continue.
I don't want to die
She could hear his voice as well, but it wasn't as pronounced. It wasn't terrified, it wasn't sobbing. Obviously, it wasn't the point of the tape. But there was enough evidence there to remove any doubt. Akane knew. Akane understood that the man in those scenarios...no, that wasn't the right word, it wasn't a man. What was it? A monster? A demon? Certainly one of those two.
Akane suddenly felt as though she was five years old, staring at an apparition in her closet.
But it was only a toilet. Still full of her own stomach acid. How long had it been since she'd stumbled in here? An hour? Two hours? Akane had no idea. What was she supposed to be thinking, at this point?
I don't want to die
Somehow, she knew that he'd killed her.
The princess shuddered. Everyone was right about him, but even now she couldn't recall their accusations. They said he was perverted, yes, but they never claimed any of this. No one knew, did they? No one actually saw. Tears poured from her eyes and yet she couldn't make a sound. Akane could not use her voice. Maybe she wouldn't ever again. She raised a trembling hand to wipe at her mouth. The area around it was wet and soft. She must've been sitting in a trance, drooling.
Every rational decision begins with two feet. Stand up...stand up, you can do it...
Slowly, so, so slowly, Akane struggled onto her hands and knees. She flushed the toilet and then crawled to the sink. She needed to escape. That was the plan. It did not matter where she went as long as she never came back here.
She could do it. She could run away. She'd run from the Yakuza, and now she'd run from this. Akane would run and run and run and run until she found some place where no one could hurt her.
Akane raised her elbows to the smooth counter surface and pulled herself up. Her knees would not support her. Without the counter, she couldn't stand. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror, and quickly looked away. She was a woman about to die. Her face was whiter than any human's ought to be, her wide grey eyes drawn in complete shock. Her hair clung to her sweaty skin, but she couldn't possibly feel any colder.
The princess washed her face, but the pallor didn't leave. She practiced standing upright.
It was time to go, she reminded herself. It'd been so long. He could be home by now. He could be anywhere by now. He could be murdering by now, or raping. And what if he caught her here, wobbling in front of the bathroom sink like a preschooler about to wet herself? What would happen then? She couldn't fight him. She couldn't even walk.
But she had to. She had to go. It didn't matter where. Akane knew she wouldn't eat, she wouldn't sleep, and she probably wouldn't talk. She just needed to-
-leave-
One foot...two feet...you have two feet. Stand up. Open the door. Use the wall if you have to, it's alright. You're OK. Come on...
I'm Staying After School (@takashiis)
"I'm staying after school" was a lie she'd told before, but ordinarily there was nothing more to it than that. Akane would call her mother, tell her that a project or assignment was demanding her attention, and that she'd return home only two hours later. It was a good system, and ensured that the budding princess had ample time to herself. Which, the more mature she grew, the less she seemed to have.
This fall had seen the Awakusu-Kai's princess turn sixteen. She'd already reached her full height (if you believed Kishitani-sensei, the family doctor), a pixyish one hundred fifty-nine centimeters, and her childish features had developed into something far more regal. Even as an adolescent, the girl's pedigree stuck out amongst her peers. Her skin was white and unblemished, framed by ribbons of long, ebony locks. Her frame was thin and slender, its pleasing shape easily compensating for a lack of bouncing breasts. Akane appeared beautiful at all times because at this moment in her life, she needed to seem flawless.
It was connected to the reason why she tried to stay away from home.
When she called her mother this time and repeated the usual line ("I'm staying after school"), there was something a bit different about it. She was staying because a teacher had asked her to. Granted, he was more of a friend, but Akane would take anyone's company over a meeting with her father. And her father would undoubtedly have snatched her up the moment she walked through the door, had she not come up with some excuse to avoid him.
Akane daintily paused outside the office door, a hand going to her hair unconsciously. Nasujima would probably be expecting her, since he asked her to stop by on her way out of class. The princess wondered what he wanted to say, though she suspected it had something to do with her...situation. In two years, she would be an adult.
Her father seemed anxious to have her married before then.
Legality wasn't necessarily an issue.
"Er, hello?" Akane called nervously, knocking on the door with a curled set of perfect fingers. "Sensei? I'm here...you wanted to talk?"
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