Mizuho Inada ! D7 ! [[SHORTCUT]] World 8-4 [[FINAL BOSS]]
A loud bang resonated across the area as a bullet was released from Shinji’s gun, moving almost in slow motion as it slammed into Shogo’s side, the behemoth of a school student grunting as he tumbled to the earth.
“We have him now.”
From the other side of the clearing, Prexia could barely hear Ahura beneath her own breathing, eyebrows arching in intrigue at the sight of her mortal enemy -the boy who ruined her life and killed her best friend- lying in agony on the ground. Blood slowly trickled from his chest as he rolled onto his stomach, wincing in pain.
Unsure of what to say or how to say it, Prexia remained silent as she moved towards him, her grip on the gun tighter than ever. She was… completely shocked. Shocked that, well, she had beaten him. Beaten Kawada, the head demon. Mizuho Inada, the weird girl. The girl who wasn’t supposed to have feelings. The girl who wasn’t meant to have a home life or care about friends. She was just some girl, some nobody… And she’d done it. She’d avenged her friends’ deaths.
“Finish him.”
Reaching her foe, Prexia raised her gun level with his head, eyes narrowing as she wrapped her index finger firmly around the trigger. This was it -what she had wanted. She was about to kill not out of defence, but in spite. In revenge. She’d thought she could trust each of her classmates and each of them had betrayed her; shot her in the back.
Not this time.
She wasn’t willing to give Kawada that cha-
“I’m sorry…” The dying boy spluttered.
“Wha-…” Prexia’s eyes widened, index finger wavering. She could hear Ahura groan with impatience but…but what? Shogo Kawada was a demon, was he not? Why was he apologizing?
“Mind games.” Ahura spat.
Ignoring the deity, Prexia frowned, allowing the boy to continue.
“Sorry for… Y’know. Killing Minami…” He moaned, body shuddering. “She was a good kid…”
“…” Prexia’s eyes watered without even thinking, the girl habitually fumbling against her breast for her pendant. Regardless of Ahura’s presence, she needed its support. “… Y-you’re… Sorry?”
He grunted again, coughing a little. “… I may lack a lot of tact, Inada, but I’m no monster…”
“O-oh…” And in that single moment, everything Ahura had told Prexia had lodged itself out of place. The girl’s eyes widened, blurred from the tears, as she looked down apon her victim -shirt stained red from the blood. The blood she’d caused to leave his body.
He was no demon… He was just… Just like her.
“You’re wrong, Prexia.” Ahura hissed in her ear immediately, pendant throbbing with energy. Prexia felt herself yelp, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “This… This beast. He speaks lies! All lies! You are not at fault here, he is! He is the demon!”
She felt herself yelp, almost involuntarily, as her gun wavered before her very eyes. Ahura’s words all made sense, they really did, but… Shogo seemed so sincere in death (or, as it was, near-death), just like Sakura. He didn’t seem like a demon at all, just… Just some boy who shot her friend. Slaughtered her friend, but… but regretted it.
“Look, Mizuho… I…” A choking Kawada broke Prexia’s silence. “I’m ready to… to go.”
Just… promise me one thing, yeah?” Twisting his head around, the gruff boy narrowed his eyes as he looked up at Prexia, pupils glistening with what appeared to be acceptance. The warrior made a loud gulp. “Just… don’t forget any of their faces. Any of them… even the ones you didn’t like… they were important, too.”
“…” Mizuho didn’t know what to say. There she was, with the boy she’d shot at in her own merit, not Ahura’s. The only person she’d honestly, truly wanted to kill, and he was making the most sense out of anyone she’d spoken to in the last few days. She hated him so much for what he’d done, but… he was right.
So right.
All of her classmates, as much as they hated her, as much as she might have resented them only three days ago… were beautiful human beings (possessed by demons or not) and… The face of the matter was that the program had made them what they were. They’d become the vile, hideous demons they were because of the situation and nothing else.
Slowly, a few tears drifted down her cheeks. None of them deserved death. None of them. And yet…
There she was. About to kill for the sixth time.
Shogo closed his eyes. “Do it… Take the gun and finish the job. C’mon, I’m… I’m ready.”
Expression hardening, Prexia forced herself to remember the emotion surging through her veins -tearing through her mind- as she came across Kaori’s corpse, raising her gun to the back of Shogo’s head. Remembering what he did was the only thing that would get her through what she was about to do.
BANG.
Through her blurred tears, the blood looked so serene as it floated through the night air, the earth around Prexia’s feet shuddering as Shogo’s skull hit the ground with a thud.
“Finally. One to go.” Ahura spoke stoically and Mizuho felt her eyes widen dramatically, lips shuddering at the thought that no, Kawada was not the final task at all, that he was just a prelude to the last student remaining. That there was a chance she’d have to do exactly what she did again and that if she didn’t do that… she would die. She didn’t want to die.
Flinging her body around, tears still streaming from every direction of her eyes, Mizuho nearly screamed at the sight of Yoshitoki Kuninobu, Nanahara’s best friend. The class goof.
The boy didn’t say a word. Unlike Yoji or Kawada or… Or even herself, he was ready to kill. All he did was raise his gun, raise his gun and stare right down the barrel, right at her.
Raising her own gun, Mizuho squinted, hardly able to see through her tears, through the doubt running through her mind. Nobu may well have been a demon, but… but she’d achieved her revenge. She’d killed Shogo -done what she wanted. Yoshitoki had no relevance to her situation, no anything. He was just some guy. Some guy who wanted -and probably had reason- to win.
What was she compared to that? Could she do it? Just…raise her gun and shoot him? Would she be able to kill again, for nothing but her own personal gain?
Raising her gun, Mizuho Inada (Female Student No. 1, Third Year Class B, Shiroiwa Junior High School, Shiroiwa Town, Kagawa Prefecture) closed her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs.
She’d just have to wait and see.
BANG!!!
(OH MY FUCKING GOD. Talk about right on the deadline! PC-Control vaguely approved by Rob (if you need anything changed tell me and I'll edit it, I promise) and, um, yeah. All I can say is that this is the vote post for a FTD between students Mizuho Inada and Yoshitoki Kuninobu. This is it, this is... it. You've played a brilliant game, Lili, and I wish you the best of luck. ♥ Please wait for the mod post before voting!)
“We have him now.”
From the other side of the clearing, Prexia could barely hear Ahura beneath her own breathing, eyebrows arching in intrigue at the sight of her mortal enemy -the boy who ruined her life and killed her best friend- lying in agony on the ground. Blood slowly trickled from his chest as he rolled onto his stomach, wincing in pain.
Unsure of what to say or how to say it, Prexia remained silent as she moved towards him, her grip on the gun tighter than ever. She was… completely shocked. Shocked that, well, she had beaten him. Beaten Kawada, the head demon. Mizuho Inada, the weird girl. The girl who wasn’t supposed to have feelings. The girl who wasn’t meant to have a home life or care about friends. She was just some girl, some nobody… And she’d done it. She’d avenged her friends’ deaths.
“Finish him.”
Reaching her foe, Prexia raised her gun level with his head, eyes narrowing as she wrapped her index finger firmly around the trigger. This was it -what she had wanted. She was about to kill not out of defence, but in spite. In revenge. She’d thought she could trust each of her classmates and each of them had betrayed her; shot her in the back.
Not this time.
She wasn’t willing to give Kawada that cha-
“I’m sorry…” The dying boy spluttered.
“Wha-…” Prexia’s eyes widened, index finger wavering. She could hear Ahura groan with impatience but…but what? Shogo Kawada was a demon, was he not? Why was he apologizing?
“Mind games.” Ahura spat.
Ignoring the deity, Prexia frowned, allowing the boy to continue.
“Sorry for… Y’know. Killing Minami…” He moaned, body shuddering. “She was a good kid…”
“…” Prexia’s eyes watered without even thinking, the girl habitually fumbling against her breast for her pendant. Regardless of Ahura’s presence, she needed its support. “… Y-you’re… Sorry?”
He grunted again, coughing a little. “… I may lack a lot of tact, Inada, but I’m no monster…”
“O-oh…” And in that single moment, everything Ahura had told Prexia had lodged itself out of place. The girl’s eyes widened, blurred from the tears, as she looked down apon her victim -shirt stained red from the blood. The blood she’d caused to leave his body.
He was no demon… He was just… Just like her.
“You’re wrong, Prexia.” Ahura hissed in her ear immediately, pendant throbbing with energy. Prexia felt herself yelp, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “This… This beast. He speaks lies! All lies! You are not at fault here, he is! He is the demon!”
She felt herself yelp, almost involuntarily, as her gun wavered before her very eyes. Ahura’s words all made sense, they really did, but… Shogo seemed so sincere in death (or, as it was, near-death), just like Sakura. He didn’t seem like a demon at all, just… Just some boy who shot her friend. Slaughtered her friend, but… but regretted it.
“Look, Mizuho… I…” A choking Kawada broke Prexia’s silence. “I’m ready to… to go.”
Just… promise me one thing, yeah?” Twisting his head around, the gruff boy narrowed his eyes as he looked up at Prexia, pupils glistening with what appeared to be acceptance. The warrior made a loud gulp. “Just… don’t forget any of their faces. Any of them… even the ones you didn’t like… they were important, too.”
“…” Mizuho didn’t know what to say. There she was, with the boy she’d shot at in her own merit, not Ahura’s. The only person she’d honestly, truly wanted to kill, and he was making the most sense out of anyone she’d spoken to in the last few days. She hated him so much for what he’d done, but… he was right.
So right.
All of her classmates, as much as they hated her, as much as she might have resented them only three days ago… were beautiful human beings (possessed by demons or not) and… The face of the matter was that the program had made them what they were. They’d become the vile, hideous demons they were because of the situation and nothing else.
Slowly, a few tears drifted down her cheeks. None of them deserved death. None of them. And yet…
There she was. About to kill for the sixth time.
Shogo closed his eyes. “Do it… Take the gun and finish the job. C’mon, I’m… I’m ready.”
Expression hardening, Prexia forced herself to remember the emotion surging through her veins -tearing through her mind- as she came across Kaori’s corpse, raising her gun to the back of Shogo’s head. Remembering what he did was the only thing that would get her through what she was about to do.
BANG.
Through her blurred tears, the blood looked so serene as it floated through the night air, the earth around Prexia’s feet shuddering as Shogo’s skull hit the ground with a thud.
“Finally. One to go.” Ahura spoke stoically and Mizuho felt her eyes widen dramatically, lips shuddering at the thought that no, Kawada was not the final task at all, that he was just a prelude to the last student remaining. That there was a chance she’d have to do exactly what she did again and that if she didn’t do that… she would die. She didn’t want to die.
Flinging her body around, tears still streaming from every direction of her eyes, Mizuho nearly screamed at the sight of Yoshitoki Kuninobu, Nanahara’s best friend. The class goof.
The boy didn’t say a word. Unlike Yoji or Kawada or… Or even herself, he was ready to kill. All he did was raise his gun, raise his gun and stare right down the barrel, right at her.
Raising her own gun, Mizuho squinted, hardly able to see through her tears, through the doubt running through her mind. Nobu may well have been a demon, but… but she’d achieved her revenge. She’d killed Shogo -done what she wanted. Yoshitoki had no relevance to her situation, no anything. He was just some guy. Some guy who wanted -and probably had reason- to win.
What was she compared to that? Could she do it? Just…raise her gun and shoot him? Would she be able to kill again, for nothing but her own personal gain?
Raising her gun, Mizuho Inada (Female Student No. 1, Third Year Class B, Shiroiwa Junior High School, Shiroiwa Town, Kagawa Prefecture) closed her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs.
She’d just have to wait and see.
BANG!!!
(OH MY FUCKING GOD. Talk about right on the deadline! PC-Control vaguely approved by Rob (if you need anything changed tell me and I'll edit it, I promise) and, um, yeah. All I can say is that this is the vote post for a FTD between students Mizuho Inada and Yoshitoki Kuninobu. This is it, this is... it. You've played a brilliant game, Lili, and I wish you the best of luck. ♥ Please wait for the mod post before voting!)