[Fanfic] The Wicked [Chapter 5]
Title: The Wicked [Chapter 5]
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: Continuation of the last chapter. Kind of short. Updates will be scarce right now but I'll try to post at least one chapter per week. There are no musical numbers in this chapter, so it should be an easier read. Do let me know if my writing for this chapter is okay, especially in terms of descriptions. I feel like I left out a bit too much on that area but can't seem to figure out where else to fill it in.
Enjoy!
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Mamori looked into the mirror nervously, constantly pulling the hem of her dress. She didn’t have many accessories, all she had were simple studded earrings and a simple silver necklace with a silver heart pendant given to her as a present from Ako. She was lucky to have black shoes, though the heels were merely an inch high as Mamori hated high heels and how they get in the way. She left her hair down as she really couldn’t come up with any style that suited. She just wasn’t that much of a fashion expert, no matter how many magazines she read.
She sighed, remembering how she was determined to change once she was a college student. In the end, she still felt like her old self, still struggling to come to terms as to who she really is. Maybe she should just accept that this is how she’ll be for the rest of her life.
There was a knock on the door, and instantly she knew who it was. She let out another sigh, took a deep breath, and walked out of her room.
Hiruma was not in the hall now. He must be in his room, was what Mamori thought. She opened the main door to find a guy that was definitely from her college standing by the doorstep. “I’m here to pick you up in Agon’s stead,” he said. “He requested to see you at the Dance Room.”
“I see...” she replied, feeling a little relieved that Agon wasn’t going to see her just yet. She still couldn’t understand why Agon asked her out when the cheerleaders were obviously eyeing for him. As she walked next to her escort, her nervousness kicked in and she seemed to be walking slower. She couldn't help but feel as though she didn't want this at all.
“Is something wrong?” the boy asked.
“I’m fine... I just... I don’t think I want to go after all,” said Mamori.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” the boy replied. “You have to go. Once Agon expects you to do something, there’s no way you can get out of it.”
“Just tell him I’m sick or something,” said Mamori, and for a moment was surprised by how she actually wanted someone to lie for her.
“Look, you can’t run away from this,” said the boy, becoming increasingly persistent. “You have to go for the dance. Agon’s expecting you.”
“But why? He doesn’t even know me!”
“Does it look like I know or care? All he said was that YOU must be there and I’m here to fulfill that! Now come on!” The boy grabbed Mamori’s wrist and began to pull her. The more Mamori tried to pull away, the tighter his grip became.
“Let go...!” said Mamori through gritted teeth. “You’re hurting me...!”
The boy didn’t say anything, but continued to pull Mamori forcefully. She thought of maybe kicking the boy before her, but her instinct told her that it was not this boy’s fault that he was treating her this way. Why is she being so stubborn?
Suddenly there was a small explosion between the two of them that forced the boy to let go. Mamori tried to see what happened, but realized that there was smoke everywhere. It burned her eyes and made it hard for her to breathe. Coughing and stumbling, she tried to escape the smoke. Then she felt a rough hand grab her other wrist and led her out of the smoke, where she could finally breathe easy despite her eyes still stinging. Yet she continued walking with whoever it was that was leading her far away from the explosion.
Soon the person led her to a bench where she could sit for a moment to catch her breath and rest. It was then that she knew who it was... “You really are fucking stupid.”
“H-Hiruma?” said Mamori, still coughing a little. She blinked and could only see an outline of him.
“You knew you didn’t want to go. Why the fuck did you force yourself?”
Mamori took a deep breath, finally feeling a little calm. “I just... didn’t want to disappoint anyone,” she replied. “Sena wanted me to go...”
“Why should you care what the Fucking Shorty wants? He may be short and a coward, but you don’t always have to mother him. He’ll be fine on his own.”
“Well, he asked me to and I said I would go!”
There was a short silence. Then Hiruma continued. “But you just said that you didn’t want to go.”
Mamori could see a little more clearer now. In anger, she got up and looked at Hiruma. “How long have you been following me? And were you the one who threw that smoke bomb? You could’ve injured us both!”
“Stop fucking worrying! That wouldn’t even be able to injure your toe! It was just a fucking smoke bomb because I noticed you refuse to save your fucking self even though that boy was clearly injuring you!”
“He wasn’t injur-” but before Mamori could finish, Hiruma grabbed Mamori’s right arm and showed her right wrist. There were obvious deep red grip marks on her. Mamori’s eyes widened in horror. The adrenaline rush from the explosion numbed her from the pain, but as she stared at it, the pain began to settle in.
“He would’ve knocked you out and brought you to the dance if he had to,” said Hiruma. “That guy’s known for being pretty violent. And instead of defending yourself, you had to act as though you’re some fucking princess in distress-”
“I couldn’t hit him! I didn’t think he was going to be that violent! I just...” Mamori looked away from Hiruma, trying to fight back the tears that were forming in her eyes. “I just couldn’t hit him when the reason he was being violent was because I was feeling selfish.”
Hiruma let go of her arm. “What’s wrong with being selfish?” he asked.
“There’s nothing really wrong...” said Mamori, who scolded herself as her voice was breaking from her desperate urge to cry. “I’m just not used to it.”
Mamori began to take deep breaths as she settled back down on the bench, looking at her wrist and fighting the urge to cry. Hiruma stood by her for a moment, and then he saw another Deimon College Student pass by. “Well, we can't just fucking let things be like this. I have an idea,” he said to her.
The Deimon College Student was Monta, and was surprised when he heard a female voice call out to him. “Excuse me!”
Monta turned and his insides almost exploded when he saw that it was Mamori running up to him. “I’m sorry to disturb you-”
“N-n-not at all! H-h-how can I help you?” stuttered Monta, almost shivering in excitement at the fact that the beautiful angel he had adored was standing before him.
“Are you heading to the Deimon Dance Room?” she asked.
“Y-y-yes!” he replied, hastily adding in his mind that he was actually going to see her.
“Great! Could you please tell Agon that I can’t make it to the dance? You see...” Mamori showed her wrist to Monta. “His escort injured me and I’m too distraught to attend the dance anymore, and want to go back to rest.”
“MUKYAAA!!” cried Monta in anger. “How dare he injure you, my poor sweet Mamori!!”
“You know my name?” asked Mamori in surprise.
Monta clamped his mouth. Did he just blurt out MY Mamori? “Y-yes, I’m a friend of... of... Sena!”
Mamori smiled. “That’s great! You can tell Sena I can’t make it as well. Tell him I’m really sorry and that I hope he’s having a good time. What’s your name by the way?”
“Raimon Tarou,” he replied.
“Ah, Monta, is it?” she said. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
Monta was too enchanted by her smile to actually correct her on his name. In fact, if Mamori wants to call him Monta, then his name shall be Monta! “It’s nice to meet you too...” he said dreamily.
“Oh, and thank you for your help. It really means a lot to me,” said Mamori, finally taking a step back. “I have to go back now and rest. Have a good time at the dance. I’ll see you around then!” With that, she finally ran off.
“Yeah... see you...” said Monta, and once she disappeared from his sight, Monta headed towards the ballroom, eager to help Mamori in her time of need.
Mamori reached to where Hiruma was, who was cackling in amusement. “I never knew you were such a good actress,” he said.
“I wasn’t acting,” replied Mamori. “It was the truth. I really don’t feel like going to the ball after what happened. And I just want to go back and rest. By the way, have you eaten yet?”
“I told you to stop fucking worrying about me,” Hiruma retorted.
“Ah, so you haven’t eaten yet,” said Mamori. “Well, I don’t really feel like cooking. So why don’t I buy you something then? It’d be my treat as a thank you for helping me out. But I don’t have much though, so why don’t we buy those pre-packed bentous at the convenience store? You don’t mind right?”
“Keh,” was Hiruma’s reply, as he looked straight ahead and refused to meet Mamori’s gaze.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she replied, grinning.
15 minutes later, outside of the Dance Room, Agon waited impatiently and was furious as the boy who escorted Mamori came back looking disheveled. “Where is she?!” he demanded.
“Someone attacked us,” said the boy. “Threw a smoke bomb. She disappeared after that.”
“She couldn’t have been far! Did you look for her?”
“I did! She was nowhere to be found. I think she ran away, she said something about not wanting to go before that. She must’ve thrown that smoke bomb to stop me,” said the boy, looking very angry.
“MUKYAA!! That’s not true!!” cried Monta who had found Agon just in time.
“Huh? Who’s this piece of trash?” said Agon.
“I just saw Mamori and she told me what really happened!” said Monta. “That boy!” he pointed, “He hurt Mamori max! I saw her wrist, they were very red and close to bleeding as though someone was dragging her!”
“Like I said, she didn’t want to go! So I tried to persuade her!” cried the boy.
“MUKYA! By hurting her? She’s so distraught by it that she went home to cry! It’s all your fault she doesn’t want to go to the ball!”
Agon was glaring at the boy now, who was shivering. “T-that’s not true! That’s not what happened! Y-yes, I did grab her and dragged her but she didn’t want to come to the ball even though you asked, that’s why! I was just obeying your orders!”
Agon stared at the boy, then casually said to Monta, “Monkey, you can go now.”
“I’m not a monkey!!” cried Monta, but seeing how Agon was glaring at the boy, decided to not pursue this and ran back into the ballroom to look for Sena.
Agon carefully looked around and made sure there was no one else. He then looked at the boy. “You know, I did order you to bring her here no matter what. But I really don’t agree with mistreating a lady, especially that particular girl. And for that...” Agon pulled out a blood red pendant from his pocket. “Well, I think you know what’s going to happen...”
"No! No, Agon, please!" pleaded the boy. "I promise I won't do it again!"
"I think it's a little too late for that," said Agon, as he raised the pendant that was now glowing darkly.
Back inside the ballroom, Sena and Suzuna and the rest of the students who attended the ball were dancing. Suddenly, the doors burst open and someone shouted, "Look out!"
Everyone turned to look and gasped in horror as a huge gorilla came in, causing everyone to scream and run.
The gorilla terrorized those nearby to him, pulling at them and throwing them aside. Agon quickly ran in, holding the pendant tight in his left grip, he raised his right hand and the gorilla cried out in pain. Suzuna held on to Sena tightly, as they watched the gorilla squirm as though something was holding its neck, then passed out.
“Call security,” said Agon to one of the nearby students. “Everyone, it seems that we have no choice but to end this party early. Please take your things and go home. Be careful.”
The cheerleaders sighed in happiness. “He’s so cool!” they chorused.
Sena looked at Suzuna. “Are you okay?”
Suzuna nodded. “I wonder how did that happen? Why is there a gorilla here?”
“It must be that demon,” said a male student with glasses. “I heard him say that he hated these parties. He must have sent it here to ruin the dance!”
Sena was shocked as everyone soon agreed that it must be Hiruma who had done this. Agon was fascinated by this sudden accusation. “Fear not, fellow students. I’ll get to the bottom of this! Until then, please leave and do not cause a commotion or you may hurt others.”
“Sena...” whispered Suzuna, who noticed Sena was looking oddly angry. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and nodded to Suzuna, held her hand as they both walked out of the ballroom.
Chapter 4 | Chapter 6
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: Continuation of the last chapter. Kind of short. Updates will be scarce right now but I'll try to post at least one chapter per week. There are no musical numbers in this chapter, so it should be an easier read. Do let me know if my writing for this chapter is okay, especially in terms of descriptions. I feel like I left out a bit too much on that area but can't seem to figure out where else to fill it in.
Enjoy!
~*~
Mamori looked into the mirror nervously, constantly pulling the hem of her dress. She didn’t have many accessories, all she had were simple studded earrings and a simple silver necklace with a silver heart pendant given to her as a present from Ako. She was lucky to have black shoes, though the heels were merely an inch high as Mamori hated high heels and how they get in the way. She left her hair down as she really couldn’t come up with any style that suited. She just wasn’t that much of a fashion expert, no matter how many magazines she read.
She sighed, remembering how she was determined to change once she was a college student. In the end, she still felt like her old self, still struggling to come to terms as to who she really is. Maybe she should just accept that this is how she’ll be for the rest of her life.
There was a knock on the door, and instantly she knew who it was. She let out another sigh, took a deep breath, and walked out of her room.
Hiruma was not in the hall now. He must be in his room, was what Mamori thought. She opened the main door to find a guy that was definitely from her college standing by the doorstep. “I’m here to pick you up in Agon’s stead,” he said. “He requested to see you at the Dance Room.”
“I see...” she replied, feeling a little relieved that Agon wasn’t going to see her just yet. She still couldn’t understand why Agon asked her out when the cheerleaders were obviously eyeing for him. As she walked next to her escort, her nervousness kicked in and she seemed to be walking slower. She couldn't help but feel as though she didn't want this at all.
“Is something wrong?” the boy asked.
“I’m fine... I just... I don’t think I want to go after all,” said Mamori.
“I don’t think that’s possible,” the boy replied. “You have to go. Once Agon expects you to do something, there’s no way you can get out of it.”
“Just tell him I’m sick or something,” said Mamori, and for a moment was surprised by how she actually wanted someone to lie for her.
“Look, you can’t run away from this,” said the boy, becoming increasingly persistent. “You have to go for the dance. Agon’s expecting you.”
“But why? He doesn’t even know me!”
“Does it look like I know or care? All he said was that YOU must be there and I’m here to fulfill that! Now come on!” The boy grabbed Mamori’s wrist and began to pull her. The more Mamori tried to pull away, the tighter his grip became.
“Let go...!” said Mamori through gritted teeth. “You’re hurting me...!”
The boy didn’t say anything, but continued to pull Mamori forcefully. She thought of maybe kicking the boy before her, but her instinct told her that it was not this boy’s fault that he was treating her this way. Why is she being so stubborn?
Suddenly there was a small explosion between the two of them that forced the boy to let go. Mamori tried to see what happened, but realized that there was smoke everywhere. It burned her eyes and made it hard for her to breathe. Coughing and stumbling, she tried to escape the smoke. Then she felt a rough hand grab her other wrist and led her out of the smoke, where she could finally breathe easy despite her eyes still stinging. Yet she continued walking with whoever it was that was leading her far away from the explosion.
Soon the person led her to a bench where she could sit for a moment to catch her breath and rest. It was then that she knew who it was... “You really are fucking stupid.”
“H-Hiruma?” said Mamori, still coughing a little. She blinked and could only see an outline of him.
“You knew you didn’t want to go. Why the fuck did you force yourself?”
Mamori took a deep breath, finally feeling a little calm. “I just... didn’t want to disappoint anyone,” she replied. “Sena wanted me to go...”
“Why should you care what the Fucking Shorty wants? He may be short and a coward, but you don’t always have to mother him. He’ll be fine on his own.”
“Well, he asked me to and I said I would go!”
There was a short silence. Then Hiruma continued. “But you just said that you didn’t want to go.”
Mamori could see a little more clearer now. In anger, she got up and looked at Hiruma. “How long have you been following me? And were you the one who threw that smoke bomb? You could’ve injured us both!”
“Stop fucking worrying! That wouldn’t even be able to injure your toe! It was just a fucking smoke bomb because I noticed you refuse to save your fucking self even though that boy was clearly injuring you!”
“He wasn’t injur-” but before Mamori could finish, Hiruma grabbed Mamori’s right arm and showed her right wrist. There were obvious deep red grip marks on her. Mamori’s eyes widened in horror. The adrenaline rush from the explosion numbed her from the pain, but as she stared at it, the pain began to settle in.
“He would’ve knocked you out and brought you to the dance if he had to,” said Hiruma. “That guy’s known for being pretty violent. And instead of defending yourself, you had to act as though you’re some fucking princess in distress-”
“I couldn’t hit him! I didn’t think he was going to be that violent! I just...” Mamori looked away from Hiruma, trying to fight back the tears that were forming in her eyes. “I just couldn’t hit him when the reason he was being violent was because I was feeling selfish.”
Hiruma let go of her arm. “What’s wrong with being selfish?” he asked.
“There’s nothing really wrong...” said Mamori, who scolded herself as her voice was breaking from her desperate urge to cry. “I’m just not used to it.”
Mamori began to take deep breaths as she settled back down on the bench, looking at her wrist and fighting the urge to cry. Hiruma stood by her for a moment, and then he saw another Deimon College Student pass by. “Well, we can't just fucking let things be like this. I have an idea,” he said to her.
The Deimon College Student was Monta, and was surprised when he heard a female voice call out to him. “Excuse me!”
Monta turned and his insides almost exploded when he saw that it was Mamori running up to him. “I’m sorry to disturb you-”
“N-n-not at all! H-h-how can I help you?” stuttered Monta, almost shivering in excitement at the fact that the beautiful angel he had adored was standing before him.
“Are you heading to the Deimon Dance Room?” she asked.
“Y-y-yes!” he replied, hastily adding in his mind that he was actually going to see her.
“Great! Could you please tell Agon that I can’t make it to the dance? You see...” Mamori showed her wrist to Monta. “His escort injured me and I’m too distraught to attend the dance anymore, and want to go back to rest.”
“MUKYAAA!!” cried Monta in anger. “How dare he injure you, my poor sweet Mamori!!”
“You know my name?” asked Mamori in surprise.
Monta clamped his mouth. Did he just blurt out MY Mamori? “Y-yes, I’m a friend of... of... Sena!”
Mamori smiled. “That’s great! You can tell Sena I can’t make it as well. Tell him I’m really sorry and that I hope he’s having a good time. What’s your name by the way?”
“Raimon Tarou,” he replied.
“Ah, Monta, is it?” she said. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
Monta was too enchanted by her smile to actually correct her on his name. In fact, if Mamori wants to call him Monta, then his name shall be Monta! “It’s nice to meet you too...” he said dreamily.
“Oh, and thank you for your help. It really means a lot to me,” said Mamori, finally taking a step back. “I have to go back now and rest. Have a good time at the dance. I’ll see you around then!” With that, she finally ran off.
“Yeah... see you...” said Monta, and once she disappeared from his sight, Monta headed towards the ballroom, eager to help Mamori in her time of need.
Mamori reached to where Hiruma was, who was cackling in amusement. “I never knew you were such a good actress,” he said.
“I wasn’t acting,” replied Mamori. “It was the truth. I really don’t feel like going to the ball after what happened. And I just want to go back and rest. By the way, have you eaten yet?”
“I told you to stop fucking worrying about me,” Hiruma retorted.
“Ah, so you haven’t eaten yet,” said Mamori. “Well, I don’t really feel like cooking. So why don’t I buy you something then? It’d be my treat as a thank you for helping me out. But I don’t have much though, so why don’t we buy those pre-packed bentous at the convenience store? You don’t mind right?”
“Keh,” was Hiruma’s reply, as he looked straight ahead and refused to meet Mamori’s gaze.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she replied, grinning.
15 minutes later, outside of the Dance Room, Agon waited impatiently and was furious as the boy who escorted Mamori came back looking disheveled. “Where is she?!” he demanded.
“Someone attacked us,” said the boy. “Threw a smoke bomb. She disappeared after that.”
“She couldn’t have been far! Did you look for her?”
“I did! She was nowhere to be found. I think she ran away, she said something about not wanting to go before that. She must’ve thrown that smoke bomb to stop me,” said the boy, looking very angry.
“MUKYAA!! That’s not true!!” cried Monta who had found Agon just in time.
“Huh? Who’s this piece of trash?” said Agon.
“I just saw Mamori and she told me what really happened!” said Monta. “That boy!” he pointed, “He hurt Mamori max! I saw her wrist, they were very red and close to bleeding as though someone was dragging her!”
“Like I said, she didn’t want to go! So I tried to persuade her!” cried the boy.
“MUKYA! By hurting her? She’s so distraught by it that she went home to cry! It’s all your fault she doesn’t want to go to the ball!”
Agon was glaring at the boy now, who was shivering. “T-that’s not true! That’s not what happened! Y-yes, I did grab her and dragged her but she didn’t want to come to the ball even though you asked, that’s why! I was just obeying your orders!”
Agon stared at the boy, then casually said to Monta, “Monkey, you can go now.”
“I’m not a monkey!!” cried Monta, but seeing how Agon was glaring at the boy, decided to not pursue this and ran back into the ballroom to look for Sena.
Agon carefully looked around and made sure there was no one else. He then looked at the boy. “You know, I did order you to bring her here no matter what. But I really don’t agree with mistreating a lady, especially that particular girl. And for that...” Agon pulled out a blood red pendant from his pocket. “Well, I think you know what’s going to happen...”
"No! No, Agon, please!" pleaded the boy. "I promise I won't do it again!"
"I think it's a little too late for that," said Agon, as he raised the pendant that was now glowing darkly.
Back inside the ballroom, Sena and Suzuna and the rest of the students who attended the ball were dancing. Suddenly, the doors burst open and someone shouted, "Look out!"
Everyone turned to look and gasped in horror as a huge gorilla came in, causing everyone to scream and run.
The gorilla terrorized those nearby to him, pulling at them and throwing them aside. Agon quickly ran in, holding the pendant tight in his left grip, he raised his right hand and the gorilla cried out in pain. Suzuna held on to Sena tightly, as they watched the gorilla squirm as though something was holding its neck, then passed out.
“Call security,” said Agon to one of the nearby students. “Everyone, it seems that we have no choice but to end this party early. Please take your things and go home. Be careful.”
The cheerleaders sighed in happiness. “He’s so cool!” they chorused.
Sena looked at Suzuna. “Are you okay?”
Suzuna nodded. “I wonder how did that happen? Why is there a gorilla here?”
“It must be that demon,” said a male student with glasses. “I heard him say that he hated these parties. He must have sent it here to ruin the dance!”
Sena was shocked as everyone soon agreed that it must be Hiruma who had done this. Agon was fascinated by this sudden accusation. “Fear not, fellow students. I’ll get to the bottom of this! Until then, please leave and do not cause a commotion or you may hurt others.”
“Sena...” whispered Suzuna, who noticed Sena was looking oddly angry. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts and nodded to Suzuna, held her hand as they both walked out of the ballroom.
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