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White Knight Nightmare; B004: Start
Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 03:33 PM (5,485 Views)
Solitair
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Where modesty's ill manners, 'tis but fit that impudence and malice pass for wit.
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((Eiko Haraguchi START))

The same door that Peter headed towards opened, revealing Eiko as few had seen her. Normally in school, she would dress impeccably, with high-class outfits that seemed just a bit out of place at school. But lately she'd been loosening up at school, dressing like she wasn't at the office. Thus she currently wore a green polo shirt and khakis, though she kept her shoes, purse, and glasses, naturally.

But even when she'd loosened her wardrobe, she's always made sure to wear them in a formal fashion, neat and professional. Such was not the case here. Eiko was a mess. She wore her glasses askew and her makeup was beginning to run. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she was ashamed to admit that she'd cracked her facade when the truth of the matter sank in.

But really, how could she not? All her life, her parents had made sure that their darling daughter was ready for anything that had come her way, for any challenge that she could meet on the way to success. Her life was a carefully calculated balance, scheduled on a minute-by-minute basis. The studious, hardworking world of Japan necessitated that she work hard and intelligently. She kept on top of her studies, earning only the best grades, and even managed to make a few friends in the meantime.

Moving to Minnesota was a bit of a stumbling block, but she'd come out of it well, since she was already fluent in the language before she came. The relaxed academic standards at the school meant that she could concentrate more on a social life. She'd been open, talking to many people and hitting it off with some of them. She was well on track to graduating with honors, with plenty of contacts to network with during her college years.

Then this bombshell hit her, and none of it mattered. There were two options available to her: die and waste all of her efforts thus far, or kill her way out of the island, ruining her reputation and preventing her from ever going to college or holding a job for the rest of her life. No murderer had ever gone on to be an executive. Not one. The worst part was, she could have avoided this. She could have taken precautions like she always did. The odds were slim that this would happen to her, true, but she could have easily reduced them to zero!

As she stumbled out of the mansion in shock, she noticed Peter Siu walking towards her. She stepped back before remembering who she was thinking of. Peter was a good, kind person, a member of the Christian club, which she visited once out of curiosity. Unlike so many religious Americans she'd seen, he was genuinely concerned with the well-being of other people and his mannerisms didn't reek of insincerity like some people thought hers did.

That was a painful thought.

"Peter," she said, gathering her breath and thinking of what to say to him.
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Eiko wasn't expecting much of anything from Peter. The two of them had only barely crossed paths at one GodSPEED meeting, and if their leader's reaction was anything to judge, her appearance did not go over well. She appeared stuffy back then, as she was wont to do when making a first impression. Plus, there was the game to consider. There could only be one winner. No friendship could survive. It would be completely natural for Peter to pass her by without one word between them.

But he didn't. Instead he greeted her with concern in his voice, taking a couple steps toward her. She flinched and stepped back. What did he want with her? Why did he want to get so close? Nightmarish possibilities flickered past her eyes, and she found her breath catching in her throat. Was this it? All that planning wasted because of a moment's hesitation?

His lips moved. She couldn't hear him. What was he saying? She imitated the movements and blinked.

He wanted to protect her?

She took another look at him. He was no killer. There was no way he could hurt a fly. Whatever this game did to people, it hadn't done to him. She remembered the GodSPEED meeting more clearly now, remembered that of all the attendees, he was the most polite and welcoming of them all.

His empty arms, bereft of weapons, still hung apart from his body. Almost on impulse - almost - Eiko leaned forward. Imitating the main character of an old shojo manga she used to read, she closed her eyes, teared up, and hugged Peter, looping her arms around his chest and burying her face in his shoulder.

"<I want to go home!>" she sobbed in her native tongue. It was a genuine sentiment borne out of despair; she was certain of it.

She wanted Peter to feel sorry for her. Wanted him to help her. He was already inclined to do it anyway. Might as well give him a little nudge in that direction.

She just wanted a friend. These were real tears and she couldn't hold them in any longer. All this time, pretending to be a pillar of respectability was just a front. This was the real her.

No, that was not the real her! She just humiliated and debased herself, letting her emotions get the better of her and instantly turning into a sexist caricature! She hadn't even discovered her weapon yet! This wasn't necessary!

The onslaught of conflicting thoughts made her open her eyes, disengaging from the hug as quickly as she started it. "I'm... I'm sorry about that," she said, looking away towards the crowd of people on the greens. They were far away, too far to see or hear the two of them now. "That was unbecoming of me." She looked back at him, wondering how he'd taken it all.
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chitoryu12I have yet to find gay sex that involves the men punching each other. I must not be on the internet enough

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She continued to look over the group that formed on the greens when Peter expressed his disapproval. He specifically mentioned Jarocki, the bespectacled boy with curly hair. From what she'd heard of him, he was socially maladjusted, preferring to seek refuge in exploitative, violent movies and games. She understood well what Peter meant; he was the most likely of the five to lose his composure and start slitting throats.

The other four members of the group managed to surprise Eiko with regards to their diversity, seeming to prove that the former clique system of high school mattered less on the island than whom you wake up nearest to. They seemed to flock around Campbell, a skittish-looking Scot with a fondness for music and a rather uneven GPA. The rest of the team were girls: Norris, an athlete who Eiko found somewhat dim; Prowers, a girl who was very interested in Eiko's homeland, or at least the superficial, flashy, pop-culture aspects of it; and Kelly, an irresponsible delinquent who drove Eiko mad by wasting her natural talents. An honor student like Eiko would have a hard time mixing with such company under normal circumstances (though she would try). Peter's word was all that was necessary for her to turn and walk away, following him into the mansion.

As she walked up to the backdoor where she first saw daylight, her thoughts turned back to the motley crew outside, even though her head didn't. This wasn't the class trip they were promised; it was deadly serious. Statistically speaking, it was virtually certain that this would be the last time Eiko saw at least one of that group alive. The odds of them all being dead before Eiko met any of them again were lower, but still a definite possibility. She began to feel lightheaded as she dwelled on her self-centered abandonment of several peers simply because they believed too much.

Peter's abandonment, she meant. All Peter's. Peter didn't even blink, spoke of them with open contempt. Eiko's hand reached for the door as she followed him into the mansion's dark confines.

Better them than her.

((Eiko Haraguchi continued in Don't Go Breaking My Heart...))
Edited by Solitair, Aug 20 2010, 12:06 PM.
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