(no subject)
There are many levels to Nemuro Memorial Hall, few of which are used by the students of Ohtori Academy. Only those who have been accepted into the Mikage Seminar truly know the building inside and out, both its stately façade and the secrets that lie within its depths.
In one of the deeper levels, perhaps the deepest level of all, a hand opens.
A little hair ornament shaped like a leaf -- its gold paint glinting dully, unable to shine in the darkness of the room -- drops from an open palm into a long wooden box. The box is open at the top, but its size and shape are exactly the right size for a coffin.
With a loud, unpleasant grating noise, the coffin slides into the wall.
'I could simply dismiss those who are of no use to me.'
Beyond the wall lies the searing heat of a furnace, a crematorium whose fires are never permitted to go out.
'Saionji, though...'
In the fire, the purifying and cleansing fire, the coffin and its contents are burnt to ashes and then even the ashes are consumed without a trace.
'...it would be more interesting to leave the clown where he is.'
If there is any sound as Souji Mikage walks away from the furnace, it is only the remembered echo of footfalls...which are easily drowned out by the dull and hungry roar of the flames.
In one of the deeper levels, perhaps the deepest level of all, a hand opens.
A little hair ornament shaped like a leaf -- its gold paint glinting dully, unable to shine in the darkness of the room -- drops from an open palm into a long wooden box. The box is open at the top, but its size and shape are exactly the right size for a coffin.
With a loud, unpleasant grating noise, the coffin slides into the wall.
'I could simply dismiss those who are of no use to me.'
Beyond the wall lies the searing heat of a furnace, a crematorium whose fires are never permitted to go out.
'Saionji, though...'
In the fire, the purifying and cleansing fire, the coffin and its contents are burnt to ashes and then even the ashes are consumed without a trace.
'...it would be more interesting to leave the clown where he is.'
If there is any sound as Souji Mikage walks away from the furnace, it is only the remembered echo of footfalls...which are easily drowned out by the dull and hungry roar of the flames.