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Player: vergils-girl
Subject: Tohru Adachi
Table: C
Prompt: 12. Contempt
"Investigations still continue into the mysterious circumstances surrounding the deaths of newsreader Mayumi Yamano and high schooler Saki Konishi. Police are said to still be at a loss..."
Tohru Adachi was looking at the TV screen but barely registering what was on there. They were showing images of the victims but he had his own wonderfully vivid memories to go on, ones he certainly wouldn't forget in a hurry -
- Yamano stumbling backwards, her hands half-raised in feeble self defence as he strides towards her -
It wasn’t like he’d planned - okay, he’d been hoping to get some, let’s not beat around the bush here, so to speak - but murder? Probably the furthest thing from his thoughts at that moment: talk about turn-off! But then he’d asked about her affair. Adachi thought she was different, genuine even, and how could a woman like her have ever wanted some fucker like that Nametame? Lies, cooked up by the media, he knew as well as anyone else that most of the sensational stories were just complete fabrications to sell papers. But -
”What business is it of yours?” she snaps and he realises suddenly, staring at her face, that she’s become afraid, shocked deer look in her eyes and he answers in a voice that’s soft but quick, pulsing with rage that seems to have welled up from nowhere: “You’re like all the others, just a worthless bitch.”
He should have known, they’re all the same, every single damn one of them he’d ever wanted, wouldn’t look at him twice, thought they were so much better than him when he’d worked so fucking hard for so fucking long but in the end they all just turned out to be nothing more than painted whores who’d leave you high and dry -
“Ow,” he muttered, realising his nails had dug painfully into the flesh of his palm. Never mind, didn’t matter because
He’s enjoying the way terror twists her pretty slut face, her eyes comically wide. She’s still moving away from him and the backs of her thighs bump into the TV’s shelf and she halts but he still comes at her and then clamps his hands round her upper arms, and there’s the urge to cause damage, to hurt the bitch. He feels her cotton shirt under his hands and somewhere in the back of his mind he’s thinking, “What a nice blouse I’d have loved to help you out of that and your skirt, your tiny little skirt showing off those legs, and such nice legs too for a fucking SLUT like you -“
And he leans towards her, and here memory takes a brief detour into fantasy, because he’s pressing his lips to hers, forcing his way in, sampling her sweet taste that’s only in his imagination -
Because that’s not how it happens. He’s holding her so tightly, he could have had it any way he wanted until a dark voice inside him whispers, “PUSH”, so that’s what he does, viciously. Mayumi Yamano falls and Adachi expects to hear a crash but she continues to fall, right through the TV, into the TV, her screaming growing fainter as she disappears.
“She fell in,” Adachi thinks wonderingly, though he’s not sure if he’s actually saying it aloud. “So, wow, people can… can actually go all the way in!”
And then Yamano’s body turned up and all hell broke loose. Adachi loved every minute of it, watching this chaos erupt, this chaos that he’d caused and he threw himself with enthusiasm into the investigation…
The newsreader was still at it. “The second victim, Saki Konishi, had in fact discovered Ms. Yamano’s body a couple of days beforehand…” Adachi licked his lips, barely aware he was doing it. Konishi, Konishi, of course, the high school bitch, looking like she’d been getting cosy with goddamn Nametame. She’d been, what, a third year? Only that age and still trying to worm her way into that politician’s affections… and his pants, no doubt, just like the lovely Ms. Yamano. He’d asked her about it.
In the interrogation room, stark walls, bland furniture and it’s just like that other time. Sure, her hair reaches a little past her shoulders, light brown, she’s shorter but that look in her eyes, exactly the same as he remember and a sudden grin breaks acoss his face even as he speaks to her, brimming with anger. Because it’s not just her fear that he recognises, it’s that tone in her voice that lets him know that she thinks he’s beneath her, he’s heard that tone so many fucking times and he’s tired of it.
There’s a TV in the corner of the room and he herds her towards it, and unlike before, he knows exactly what he’ll do, he knows how to deal with proud sluts who leave almost nothing to the imagination, fuck’s sake, third year and just look at her! It’s all a shame because Mayumi Yamano, man, she’d been pretty hot and he’d have bet she’d be a good lay, no doubt, but this girl here, almost looks like a virgin - except, oh wait, haha, how could any girl looking so damn shameless be a virgin, she’s got to have rolled about with someone, someones even.
Again he takes hold of her by the shoulders and continues to grin at her, faintly seeing his manical expression reflected in those eyes, so much like a startled deer’s.
He’d like to have his way, nobody would hear and the station’s pretty empty but he can’t take that risk and anyway, this time he’d been planning this. Doesn’t even take that little voice to tell him, he tosses the girl in - easier than the first time, young Saki is slimmer and lighter than Mayumi.
He sticks his head in after her and yells down to her, “Beg, and I might let you out!” Anyone listening would call it the voice of an utter madman. He draws back, chuckling. “Like I’d walk into a death trap like that.”
Still the news report continued, “Police are unable to pinpoint a cause of death for either victim, amid rumours that the prefectural police…”
Adachi tossed his head back and burst into laughter. Of course the police would never figure it out! Nobody could ever guess about that world inside the TV, that sort of thing was impossible, something from some crappy book, the stuff of fantasy, and he’d be the only one that ever knew otherwise. He was safe. He’d spend his time working on the case, knowing all the time that he was behind it all, he’d unleashed this turmoil.
The high beeping of his cell phone cut across his laughter. Adachi flipped it open and the calm voice he spoke in was completely at odds with the insane gleam in his eyes.
“Yeah? Really? I got it. I’ll be right down, Dojima-san.” He snapped it shut, pulled on his jacket and set off. Just another day at the office.
[[This probably goes without saying but I've taken a few liberties with what happened with Yamano and Konishi, mostly because I didn't have the patience to Youtube the scenes.]
Subject: Tohru Adachi
Table: C
Prompt: 12. Contempt
"Investigations still continue into the mysterious circumstances surrounding the deaths of newsreader Mayumi Yamano and high schooler Saki Konishi. Police are said to still be at a loss..."
Tohru Adachi was looking at the TV screen but barely registering what was on there. They were showing images of the victims but he had his own wonderfully vivid memories to go on, ones he certainly wouldn't forget in a hurry -
- Yamano stumbling backwards, her hands half-raised in feeble self defence as he strides towards her -
It wasn’t like he’d planned - okay, he’d been hoping to get some, let’s not beat around the bush here, so to speak - but murder? Probably the furthest thing from his thoughts at that moment: talk about turn-off! But then he’d asked about her affair. Adachi thought she was different, genuine even, and how could a woman like her have ever wanted some fucker like that Nametame? Lies, cooked up by the media, he knew as well as anyone else that most of the sensational stories were just complete fabrications to sell papers. But -
”What business is it of yours?” she snaps and he realises suddenly, staring at her face, that she’s become afraid, shocked deer look in her eyes and he answers in a voice that’s soft but quick, pulsing with rage that seems to have welled up from nowhere: “You’re like all the others, just a worthless bitch.”
He should have known, they’re all the same, every single damn one of them he’d ever wanted, wouldn’t look at him twice, thought they were so much better than him when he’d worked so fucking hard for so fucking long but in the end they all just turned out to be nothing more than painted whores who’d leave you high and dry -
“Ow,” he muttered, realising his nails had dug painfully into the flesh of his palm. Never mind, didn’t matter because
He’s enjoying the way terror twists her pretty slut face, her eyes comically wide. She’s still moving away from him and the backs of her thighs bump into the TV’s shelf and she halts but he still comes at her and then clamps his hands round her upper arms, and there’s the urge to cause damage, to hurt the bitch. He feels her cotton shirt under his hands and somewhere in the back of his mind he’s thinking, “What a nice blouse I’d have loved to help you out of that and your skirt, your tiny little skirt showing off those legs, and such nice legs too for a fucking SLUT like you -“
And he leans towards her, and here memory takes a brief detour into fantasy, because he’s pressing his lips to hers, forcing his way in, sampling her sweet taste that’s only in his imagination -
Because that’s not how it happens. He’s holding her so tightly, he could have had it any way he wanted until a dark voice inside him whispers, “PUSH”, so that’s what he does, viciously. Mayumi Yamano falls and Adachi expects to hear a crash but she continues to fall, right through the TV, into the TV, her screaming growing fainter as she disappears.
“She fell in,” Adachi thinks wonderingly, though he’s not sure if he’s actually saying it aloud. “So, wow, people can… can actually go all the way in!”
And then Yamano’s body turned up and all hell broke loose. Adachi loved every minute of it, watching this chaos erupt, this chaos that he’d caused and he threw himself with enthusiasm into the investigation…
The newsreader was still at it. “The second victim, Saki Konishi, had in fact discovered Ms. Yamano’s body a couple of days beforehand…” Adachi licked his lips, barely aware he was doing it. Konishi, Konishi, of course, the high school bitch, looking like she’d been getting cosy with goddamn Nametame. She’d been, what, a third year? Only that age and still trying to worm her way into that politician’s affections… and his pants, no doubt, just like the lovely Ms. Yamano. He’d asked her about it.
In the interrogation room, stark walls, bland furniture and it’s just like that other time. Sure, her hair reaches a little past her shoulders, light brown, she’s shorter but that look in her eyes, exactly the same as he remember and a sudden grin breaks acoss his face even as he speaks to her, brimming with anger. Because it’s not just her fear that he recognises, it’s that tone in her voice that lets him know that she thinks he’s beneath her, he’s heard that tone so many fucking times and he’s tired of it.
There’s a TV in the corner of the room and he herds her towards it, and unlike before, he knows exactly what he’ll do, he knows how to deal with proud sluts who leave almost nothing to the imagination, fuck’s sake, third year and just look at her! It’s all a shame because Mayumi Yamano, man, she’d been pretty hot and he’d have bet she’d be a good lay, no doubt, but this girl here, almost looks like a virgin - except, oh wait, haha, how could any girl looking so damn shameless be a virgin, she’s got to have rolled about with someone, someones even.
Again he takes hold of her by the shoulders and continues to grin at her, faintly seeing his manical expression reflected in those eyes, so much like a startled deer’s.
He’d like to have his way, nobody would hear and the station’s pretty empty but he can’t take that risk and anyway, this time he’d been planning this. Doesn’t even take that little voice to tell him, he tosses the girl in - easier than the first time, young Saki is slimmer and lighter than Mayumi.
He sticks his head in after her and yells down to her, “Beg, and I might let you out!” Anyone listening would call it the voice of an utter madman. He draws back, chuckling. “Like I’d walk into a death trap like that.”
Still the news report continued, “Police are unable to pinpoint a cause of death for either victim, amid rumours that the prefectural police…”
Adachi tossed his head back and burst into laughter. Of course the police would never figure it out! Nobody could ever guess about that world inside the TV, that sort of thing was impossible, something from some crappy book, the stuff of fantasy, and he’d be the only one that ever knew otherwise. He was safe. He’d spend his time working on the case, knowing all the time that he was behind it all, he’d unleashed this turmoil.
The high beeping of his cell phone cut across his laughter. Adachi flipped it open and the calm voice he spoke in was completely at odds with the insane gleam in his eyes.
“Yeah? Really? I got it. I’ll be right down, Dojima-san.” He snapped it shut, pulled on his jacket and set off. Just another day at the office.
[[This probably goes without saying but I've taken a few liberties with what happened with Yamano and Konishi, mostly because I didn't have the patience to Youtube the scenes.]