машина-убийца - killing games.
kurcda:
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after receiving an invitation to board a plane to japan & take part in such a horrific game – he couldn’t turn it down. the prize money for winning such a game was far too tempting to turn down, especially when all he had to do was fight a bunch of people that he didn’t know and win. of course, there could only be one winner and he was determined to be that person. ever since he was young, kuroda was lacking in emotion & compassion towards other human beings. that alone was likely the reason that the japanese government reached out to him in specific. they were looking for someone that wouldn’t bend & break under the pressure. with him there, they could trust that the game would proceed smoothly. after all, there was a lot of money put into this event – they couldn’t afford to disappoint their viewers.
when he arrived in japan, the men that invited him seemed a little too excited to see that he truly came & didn’t go back on his word. the fact that he alone was brought in from a foreign country made him all the more valuable – and all the more profitable. there was many people that were looking to fund & place bets on the russian delinquent. of course, aside from the prize money, he would take a cut of all of the bets placed on his name. as a boy from a family that was incredibly fucked up & hardly had any sort of place in the world … financial stability was something that sounded too good to pass up. he’d always been treated like garbage from other people, so why should he feel guilty for stepping on the toes of others in order to secure his own future.
the setting wasn’t quite what he expected, but it didn’t matter. whether it was an island, or a school – he would still carry out his intent from the beginning. each participant was given a backpack filled with basic needs & sent off to fend for themselves. it seemed that most people were quick to try & form alliances, or cling to anyone that was familiar to them. kuroda didn’t see the point in this. in the end, there could only be one survivor. clinging to other people was foolish, since eventually everyone’s survival instincts would kick in & they would realized just what had to be done in order to live. all around the school there was a variety of weapons, along with those that ‘sponsors’ provided their favorite participant. once he opened the backpack, he pulled out the weapon that had been gifted to him. it seemed that the japanese had quite a thing for stereotypes – inside there was a single sickle. turning the rounded blade in his hand, he admired the cutting edge of the blade. it was sharpened to perfection, able to cut through flesh & bone alike.
it didn’t take mere hours into the game before he began to off other people as quickly as possible. mercy would only prolong the inevitable. with almost a hundred participants, this could take far too long if people decided to try and be a pacifist. catching a school girl in the middle of a classroom, kuroda didn’t waste anytime grabbing her from behind, holding the sickle to her throat. she squirmed & cried, begging for him to spare her. but wouldn’t that only be more cruel? if she was so scared already, letting her live would only make her see far more horrific things than her own death. pulling the blade back, her head fell from her shoulders & rolled to the floor. dropping her body as blood sprayed from her neck, he was completely unbothered by the amount of blood that he was collecting on his person. showing off the amount of blood he’d spilled would only show people how much of a real threat he was.
One thing was for sure: Yuuto was surprised that both his older sister and himself received invitations for a game. Both of them were wary and unsure, but the prize money was all too tempting for the younger sibling. Eventually, he talked her into it and swore that he’d do anything to protect her in dire times. Upon that promise, Hayato agreed and they’d end up participating in that ordeal. It excited him to think that there’d be a variety of students from all over the counter -- and even overseas! It would be the first time that Yuuto would be face-to-face with someone who wasn’t purely Asian aside from his own family, and as much as he’d like to think that he was going to make acquaintances in order to win, he also doubted that anyone was going to agree with him on that point. As charming as he was, money ruled the world and surely people would kill their mothers and fathers for a little bit of cash.
For Yuuto, this wasn’t about the money -- if anything, it was about the experience. Perhaps he was a little naive to believe that things wouldn’t go wrong and it would be half as bad as it sounded ---- part of him believed that this murder-game was staged and it was all for the publicity and such; there were bets placed on people even, and one name in specific stood out when he saw the neon sign at the studio where they met up in order to get driven to the set where they had to participate. “Kuroda Yukinari, huh... they wrote his name in katakana, does that mean he isn’t Japanese?!” Slightly confused, he looked over to his older sister, though she was hardly listening, being absolutely nervous about what was going to happen; understandably so. In a sense, this was just Yuuto’s way of dealing with the situation, attempting to avoid facing it unless it’s in the ‘now’.
Once they were set out on the school property (though he was certain this was an abandoned and more so haunted school than anything else, nobody had been on Hashima island for years now), they received the backpacks with anything needed like rations and weapons, though also they were given the rules and such. At first, the younger Shinkai hadn’t been as nervous as his older sister, but once they were hours into the game, things had changed; there had been a severe situation that both him and Hayato had to run away from and they ended up separated from each other. That was... the last thing he needed. In a way, she had given him the reassurance to survive, while he gave her the reassurance to protect her. They were relying on each other a lot more than one would suggest due to their differences. But once he was out on his own, stranded, unsure whether or not his sister was still alive and whether he’d find her before she was going to get killed, it stressed him out more than he anticipated.
In this very second, he cursed the moment he had persuaded her to go with him, reassured her to take care of her no matter what. He felt like a useless piece of garbage.
The boy was lucky that he hardly encountered anyone, he wasn’t the type to effectively kill people -- despite receiving a pickaxe as a weapon, he more so would’ve anticipated something long-distance ---- a katana or rifle, really, in order to ambush someone... but he was not the one to decide on that. Instead, he decided to trick people into their own demise ---- the fields were riddled with traps, some that worked like grenades, some that worked like bear traps, capable of removing a limb if caught. While he ran away from people, he led them towards these kinds of traps while they were preoccupied watching Yuuto’s every move and not so much what was lingering on the ground.
Eventually, though, he reached the actual school building, hoping he’d be able to find his sister. While he walked down a hallway, he heard screaming and begging from the staircase near him; his heart started pounding, instantly hiding behind a wall to not be seen ---- he recognised someone who wasn’t a native speaker, they had a heavy accent, presumably Russian. The sudden silence unsettled him more than the actual struggle; but he was not stupid, he knew exactly what went down. While he meant to avoid the staircase and take another route, he moved down the hallway further to peek around the corner and attempt to see where the person was located. However, when he tried to snoop around, his phone started ringing loudly -- he cursed himself for forgetting to turn off the sound and frantically pressed the phone call away (which had been from his sister, but he also wasn’t sure if she was the one calling or if it was someone who got her phone and was trying to spot him). Yuuto knew that it was highly unlikely that the Russian did not hear his ringtone; he leaned against the wall behind him, hands shaking as he readied himself to get attacked any moment.
