Battle Royale - Takako Chigusa - Table 2, Colours - Yellow
TITLE: Practice Run
AUTHOR: versipellis
FANDOM: Battle Royale (movie)
PAIRING/CHARACTER: Takako Chigusa (slight implied Takako/Hiroki)
GENRE: Gen with mild het overtones
TABLE: Colours
PROMPT: #5, Yellow
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 410
SUMMARY: Takako muses on whether to play the game.
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
Once in the woods, in the dark, where it feels safe even though she knows it really isn't, she stops running, drops to her knees. Gulping down the earth-smelling air, she unzips the kitbag and finds the flick knife as her weapon.
That's worse, in a way, than finding something useless. It makes this real.
And it means that if she wants to kill, she will have to get up close. She knows she can do that. She shouldn't know, but she does. I could play this game; I could even win. She can feel the plan struggling to force itself into the front of her mind, listens to it arguing about how rational and sensible it is.
Hiroki -
He's not going to play. She should know that. He's not going to play, so -
Why him? God, why him?
She doesn't cry, because that would be stupid. She just stays kneeling on the forest floor, clutching the knife, her hair just brushing the ground, listening to herself breathe in and out, slow and careful.
Eventually she comes back to herself and feels the leaves tickling her bare legs.
She has always hated her school uniform.
Unzipping the bag she packed for the trip, she starts to scrabble through it for some other clothes. She can tell by feel which items she's holding. Vague thoughts sprint through her head: camouflage - easy to move in - no jewellery - I could even win -
She breathes in again, and feels the silky surface of her tracksuit under her fingers. Easy to move in. No jewellery. But it's yellow. Surely -
Hiroki...
Half-smiling, she pulls off her blazer and then starts to unbutton her blouse - the moonlight's cold on her skin. This is her concession to him. I'll rig the game a little, against myself. Rationality is - well, right now it could save her life, but if Hiroki ends up despising her, will her life be worth saving? How melodramatic. But she doesn't care. She pulls her tracksuit trousers over her trainers and up under her skirt. Ties most of her hair back in a ponytail. This is only a practice run. If she keeps telling herself that, maybe when it comes to it she won't go all out to win.
AUTHOR: versipellis
FANDOM: Battle Royale (movie)
PAIRING/CHARACTER: Takako Chigusa (slight implied Takako/Hiroki)
GENRE: Gen with mild het overtones
TABLE: Colours
PROMPT: #5, Yellow
RATING: G
WORD COUNT: 410
SUMMARY: Takako muses on whether to play the game.
WARNINGS: None
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
Once in the woods, in the dark, where it feels safe even though she knows it really isn't, she stops running, drops to her knees. Gulping down the earth-smelling air, she unzips the kitbag and finds the flick knife as her weapon.
That's worse, in a way, than finding something useless. It makes this real.
And it means that if she wants to kill, she will have to get up close. She knows she can do that. She shouldn't know, but she does. I could play this game; I could even win. She can feel the plan struggling to force itself into the front of her mind, listens to it arguing about how rational and sensible it is.
Hiroki -
He's not going to play. She should know that. He's not going to play, so -
Why him? God, why him?
She doesn't cry, because that would be stupid. She just stays kneeling on the forest floor, clutching the knife, her hair just brushing the ground, listening to herself breathe in and out, slow and careful.
Eventually she comes back to herself and feels the leaves tickling her bare legs.
She has always hated her school uniform.
Unzipping the bag she packed for the trip, she starts to scrabble through it for some other clothes. She can tell by feel which items she's holding. Vague thoughts sprint through her head: camouflage - easy to move in - no jewellery - I could even win -
She breathes in again, and feels the silky surface of her tracksuit under her fingers. Easy to move in. No jewellery. But it's yellow. Surely -
Hiroki...
Half-smiling, she pulls off her blazer and then starts to unbutton her blouse - the moonlight's cold on her skin. This is her concession to him. I'll rig the game a little, against myself. Rationality is - well, right now it could save her life, but if Hiroki ends up despising her, will her life be worth saving? How melodramatic. But she doesn't care. She pulls her tracksuit trousers over her trainers and up under her skirt. Ties most of her hair back in a ponytail. This is only a practice run. If she keeps telling herself that, maybe when it comes to it she won't go all out to win.