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Killing Game Chapter Order: Danganronpa Deduction Production

A killing game set on Black Bear White Studios, a secluded movie studio.

Note: This is not FUJIKO'S original class. This is her male counterpart Fujio Tokuma, The Ultimate Socialite.

Executions go to those who already have one prior to writing this out:

This killing game would have a path system which effects the approach that Yuka takes when navigating through the killing game: the side of Justice (Mayako), the side of Survival (Einosuke) or the side of Independence (Yuka herself). If you chose the side of justice, Yuka would approach the cases in a relatively humane way, choosing to try and bait out confessions with very specific word changes and waiting for the opportunity that the blackened to slip and reveal themselves. If you chose the side of survival, Yuka would approach the cases with the idea that being civil could never work in situations like this. Learning to get the information she wants/needs through intimidation tactics and lying her way into exposing the truth. If you chose the side of Independence, Yuka would learn to navigate the killing game and the trials her own way, adopting principles of both sides while trying to discover what her place is in this killing game and her life leading up to it.

Protagonist: Yuka Mukami, the Ultimate Chess Champion

Support: Mayako Nakajima (The Ultimate Prosecutor)/Einosuke Sato (The Ultimate Informant/Consigliere)

Antagonist: Mayako Nakajima/Einosuke Sato

Mastermind: Ren Hanabi

There are two phones hidden around the studio. The first students to physically touch the phones will get the chance to call a loved one for a minute.

Chapter 1:

Motive: The Phone

Lola reached for her classmates, crying out in hopes that someone could sympathize with her. She had a good reason, one she was sure that the others would understand. But no one would look at her, avoiding her gaze at all costs. Her pleas had fallen upon deaf ears. The door behind her swung open and a metal chain launched out, clamping onto her ankle with a click of the lock. In one swift pull, Lola was yanked to the ground and dragged into a dark corridor. She desperately clawed at the concrete beneath her, her hands and fingertips becoming rugged. Her face already became red and puffy with fearful tears. Another door behind her swung open and she was flung out into an open world. Beneath her was an island that had been engulfed by the lava of an erupted volcano. Any wild-life that had yet to have been destroyed were crying out for someone to save them. In the reflection of Lola’s ember eyes was the scene of a small town set that had been set aflame. On the roofs of the buildings were large groups of monokumas, some in “tears” and others crying out for her destruction. That she was the reason why they were facing their impending doom. The chain continued to pull her towards the active volcano and came to a sudden halt, holding her above the mouth of the beast. Lola closed her eyes from the heat as well as a slow acceptance of her death. The ground beneath her rumbled. Instead of the clamp around her ankle immediately letting go, the arm dipped down and flicked up quickly. Her body was flung up into the air, causing her to do flips. At the peak of her stunt, a giant monokuma emerged from within the molten lava with an open mouth. And Lola was consumed in one chomp. The Monokuma, happy with its treat, held its hands in the air and twirled around in its descent back into the volcano.

Victim: Yori Sugawara

Blackened: Lola Halliday

Execution: Ring of Fire

If the blackened gets away with the murder, they get to choose one person to take with them. They can refuse to take anyone with them.

Chapter 2:

Motive: Till Death Do We Part

Kenji sat in a dark room that was illuminated by the light of a single candle. A small table separated him from a beautiful faceless girl, and, on top of it was the candle and a slim vase holding two peonies, one red and one pink. The two were faced away from each other but were aware of each other’s presence. The girl starts to sing a sinful harmony, immediately catching the attention of the boy. He goes to turn to the girl but a large sign falls in front of his face reading "Do Not Look!". Kenji, at first, obeys and keeps his back turned. But then another girl appears, even more beautiful than the last. She began to sing along with the other, piquing Kenji’s interest. He tries to take a glance at the two but one of his eyes was shot, replacing it with a blood-covered nightshade. The Ikebana Artist let out a pained cry and a warm stream of blood slid down his cheek. His breathing speeds up and his hands gripped onto the fabric of his pants. One after another, more girls piled on the other side of the table and their siren’s song grew louder and louder. His ears started to ring at the pitch of their voices and the wall holding back his urges was starting to break. He made a promise, one he had broken so many times. One he would finally pay his dues for. His right hand drifted from his lap and towards the group of girls behind him. That’s when his hand was also shot with a petunia, effectively rooting it to the floor. His hand oozed more of the light pink fluid. This was his last chance to make things right for both him and for her. So, through a pained wince, he closed his right eye. The choir of girls had quieted with the sound of Kenji’s heartbeat replacing it in his ears. He forced down a gulp and flinched at the sudden weight in his lap. A delicate finger traced over his chest directly where his heart was. “Who does your heart belong to?” A feminine voice cooed. The boy’s lips parted but nothing came of it. He struggled to remember the name of the girl he promised his life to. There was a burning sensation engulfing his heart. He knew that his time was ticking and that it was ticking fast. His breathing grew erratic; his mind was scattering to find the name. Kenji opened his mouth and a single magnolia petal slipped out. That’s when he remembered but it was far too late. His heart and chest burst open and an elegant magnolia bush blossomed from within it. Each flower was tainted with bright pink splatters. The weight of the bush forced him to fall back, his head turned to the table. And, with his last bit of strength, his eye opened to see that the pink peony has wilted with a single petal falling into the candle flame.

Victim: Daichi Sugawara

Blackened: Kenji Inoue

Execution: Siren's Call

Isa is shown waving happily to the audience. Groups of cheerleading mannequins were lined up on both sides of her, waving white and black pom-poms as she did. A spotlight flashed onto the cheer squad and, at the command of Isa, they started their routine.  Jumps, flips and all kinds of tricks were performed, making the crowd of monokumas go wild. The icing on the cake was a quintuple tumble coming from the Ultimate Cheerleader herself. She stood up straight and held up her hands proudly. Yet, instead of hearing the impressed screams of the crowd, all lights flickered off, plunging the entire field into darkness. A single spotlight flashed, revealing Isa to be hooked up to a strange machine. Her arms, legs and neck were being held still by chains. Her mouth was a slightly agape in a curiosity and over her eyes was a blindfold. Another spotlight flashed over monokuma, sitting behind a joystick device that seemingly went to the machine. With its iconic wicked smile, it smashed a red button on the controller and the machine let out a nerve-wracking noise in startup.  The monokuma grabbed onto the joystick and started to move it around. And, like clockwork, all chains started to twist and turn, commanding Isa to do their bidding. Twisting her body in uncomfortable positions, testing the limits of her flexibility. The Monokuma jerked the joystick around in inhuman speeds, the chains following suit. Her bones were being crushed, her organs collapsing under the intense speeds and pressure. Her head was spinning and her brain was being tossed around in its cage. The Monokuma had been too rough with the controller and had effectively broken off the joystick. The machine went haywire and tossed the girl around, all parts of it starting to self-destruct. The bear bolted, leaving the machine by itself. The machine exploded in a large dust cloud and a strange orb fell from it. The wind cleared away the dust to reveal a ball of flesh and blood, viciously molded together to create a human meatball of the Ultimate Cheerleader.

Chapter 3:

Motive: None

Victim 1: Katsuki Akahoshi

Victim 2: Fujio Tokuma

Almost Killed: Hisai Sanae

Blackened: Isabella Miyoshi

Execution: Hope's Peak All-Stars

Each student walks into the “Editing Office” and is forced into separate rooms. Each room has a tv, a dvd player and a disc that has their name on it. Each disc holds a reel of their life before the killing game but it was their lives before the events of the killing game and who nominated them to be apart of it.

Chapter 4:

Motive: Nomination Videos

Toru is set on a large ship at sea. The tides were wild and the thunderstorms around her roared. Toru stood inside the captain’s quarters. The things around her slid around the room as the boat rocked from the rough seas. The crew burst through the door and forced her out. They all pointed to a large Kraken attacking the ship. She motioned for the crew to take it on by themselves.  The crew looked at each other and then back to the captain. They all grabbed her and started pushing her towards the Kraken. She struggled in their grasps, her heels dug into the wooden floorboards, everything she could to stop the men. But it was futile as she was so much smaller and weaker than the collective. The Kraken wrapped a tentacle around the ship and lifted it out of the sea. Its cry sent a few of the men flying overboard. The crew picked up the girl as an offering for the beast. The Kraken, pleased with their sacrifice, took Toru from the crew. But before the Kraken could throw her into her mouth, a harpoon series of harpoons was shot at the creature, by the crew no less. She tried to yell out for them to stop but they didn’t listen and she was struck in the stomach with a harpoon. The beast, filled with holes and harpoons, collapsed into the water, bringing the sailor with him. Leaving the water to transform from a dark blue to bright pink.

Victim: Mantaro Takemura

Blackened: Toru Marin

Execution: Mutiny

The students wake up with a metal collar around their necks. Monokuma announces that they are something similar to dog collars. The catch is that they have a time bank that they depletes when they sleep. Once someone runs out of time, the collar will release a 1200-watt shock that will kill the collar wearer. The collars will break once a body has been discovered.

Chapter 5:

Motive: Insomniac's Lullaby

Chiyo sat on her knees in the center of a theatre stage, dressed in witch clothing. Around her neck was a rope tied into the form of a noose that leads up into the ceiling. Her eyes darted up to the audience filled monokumas in various wigs and masks that reflected all of the people in her life. Her parents, loved ones, passed friends. All who took their lives because of her curse.  A being  wearing a burlap sack over her head danced onto the stage. She bowed to the audience and stood in the stance of the fool. Like magic, a rope fell from the ceiling and into the girl’s hands. Her head tilted slightly to expose a sadistic smile underneath the sack. The executioner pulled the rope down and on the other side, Chiyo was lifted up, her entire body hovering above the stage floor. Her body jerked and struggled against the rope around her neck. But her arms made no effort to pry it away. But she didn’t need to, as the movement from her body made the rope scratch against the medium. The occultist’s face paled, her breathing became sparse and her vision started to blur. With one last jerk, the rope snapped at her weight. Chiyo fell down and crashed into the floor. The executioner peered into the hole and watched her fall with a maliciously curious smile. She hit concrete with a hard thud, slowly marinating herself in a strange pool of liquid. Chiyo hissed at the pain that surged through her entire body. She wasn’t sure if she had shattered any bones but god did it feel like it. The smell of the liquid was intense and immediately recognized what it was. A torch was lit from the other side of the room. Her eyes darted to the torch and the being from before holding it. They waved it around haphazardly before tossing it, her mouth feigning a worried “O”. It landed in the liquid; the fire quickly expanding and running straight to Chiyo, illuminating the dungeon as it went. The occultist scurried to her feet and sprinted away from the swiftly approaching flames. The gap between the two gradually lessened and it wasn’t long before the flame started to take hold onto Chiyo’s shoes, then her stockings and then her skirt. She kicked off her shoes and hoped it would make it easier for her to run. But that effort proved to be fruitless. Desperate to free herself from its grip, she shed herself of what was remaining of her skirt and her blouse, leaving her in her underwear. The girl smacked into a metal door. Her hands frantically patted for the handle door. The fire and the flames were approaching faster and faster, riding the gasoline like a wave. At the last second, she was able to find the metal knob and opened the door. She rushed inside and closed the door behind her.  Large floodlights flashed on, showing a roman colosseum completely filled with cheering monokuma. All with stones in their robotic paws. A feminine “yoohoo” caught Chiyo’s attention. Her eyes followed the voice where she saw the being once again with a tossing a small pebble in their hand. They didn’t bother to pull down the sack that had been raised to be above their nose. Their arm slowly raised to point to Chiyo. Pew. All at once, everyone in the crowd started to throw stones at Chiyo. Chiyo tried to move away but was pelted left and right by the rocks. And no matter where she could have gone, a flurry of stones would have hit her. Despite having nothing to shield herself or to cushion the blow, Chiyo stood in the colosseum, covered in blood and bruises. She clung onto her tiny thread of life. Her swaying body was approached by the executioner. They tilted her head in question, remaining wordless. Do you wish to know who I am? Their gripped onto the burlap sack and pulled it off. Through a fading vision Chiyo’s brown eyes met her own. The clone held up the pebble to Chiyo. They winked playfully at the occultist. They flicked it at her and it hit the center of her forehead. A sinister smile was flashed at the sight of Chiyo’s body collapsing to the ground.

Victim: Mayako Nakajima/Einosuke Sato (Depending on which path you took)

Blackened: Chiyo Kageyama

Execution: Only A Witch

Chapter 6:

'Joint' Execution: Yuka Mukami/Ren Hanabi (But Yuka escapes in the end)

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Why did Japanese Manga highly develop? Because Japanese are very sloppy religiously.(Essay)

A stinky monkey worshiping a frog impersonating Buddha (Choju-Giga)

The following is an exchange of comment between my blog friend cenecio and me (iirei) about manga.

cenecio: Mr. Morishita, I would like to ask you, why did the field of manga develop in Japan?

This is a question from Mr. Gear and me. Thank you. If you have time, it doesn't matter tomorrow.

iirei: This is a very difficult question. Speaking of my past logs, there is one that deals with bird and beast caricatures,so called”Ｃhoju-Ｇｉｇａ（鳥獣戯画）”.

We recognize that this picture scroll is one of the oldest manga in Japan. When writing this blog, Isao Takahata clearly saw "frame splitting" about "Shigisan Engi Emaki", and he also referred to the book "Japanese Animation" (was it), which was said to be a pioneer of manga. He made it.

Returning to Choju-Giga, as a famous scene like sumo wrestling of frogs and rabbits, it is especially remarkable in the picture of a fishy monkey shaved worshiping the principal image of a frog, but in other countries the religious main god is likened to a frog. It’s impossible.

Religion is still not really rooted in Japan.　But what should be noted here is the idea of ​​parody. The combination of frogs and monkeys is a wonderful parody. These picture scrolls were made from the end of the Heian period to the beginning of Kamakura period, with a religious background in which "Pure Land Buddhism" covered Japan, but the Japanese are sloppy(Charanporan), aren't they? While admiring the Pure Land, he makes fun of it. Of course, Western European countries also had parodies like Rabelais　did, but I think they weren't as non-religious as Japan.

I think that this comment alone is not enough to answer this difficult question. If you come up with something again, I'll write it.

Note: Mr. Takahata(Member of Studio Gibli)’s book, official name "Animation of the 12th Century: Movie-like and Anime-like Things Seen in National Treasure Picture Scrolls" (Tokuma Shoten: 1999).

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cenecio: Good morning, Mr. Morishita.

I'm sorry to hear from you last night.

> Isao Takahata clearly sees "frame splitting" about "Shigisan Engi Emaki", and this picture scroll is also a pioneer of manga.

This is interesting. How to divide the frames is a big difference between manga and BD, and it seems to be one of the themes that the discussion is enthusiastic about.

I would like to find out about the roots of manga myself.

Thank you very much.

The situation changes depending on where you take the manga overrun (Ransho: 濫觴:the time of the headwaters). I think it is generally from Osamu Tezuka, but there is also a position that it is from Suiho Tagawa's "Norakuro". In my case, I made the argument based on the Heian period bird and beast caricature and Shigisan Engi Emaki(picture Scrolls).

A word of the day: In addition, the representative of the story manga was Osamu Tezuka, and the representative of the gag manga was Fujio Akatsuka. (The Tezuka Award and Akatsuka Award are the gateways for young manga artists in Japan to be held by Shueisha.) Regarding this extremely interesting work, especially "Tensai Bakabon(The genius fool)" the manga artist was not Charamporan(sloppy), but the reader was Charampolan. The creators of gag manga are those who draw their works with bloody efforts, and story manga does not require much tension. In fact, the lifespan of a gag manga artist as an author is shorter than that of a story manga artist.

After the serialization of Tensai Bakabon, Mr. Akatsuka serialized a manga called "B.C. Adam" that "teases" the Bible. I remember that this work was not very popular, but I think it was rather a work that showed Mr. Akatsuka's own charamporan.

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Full Bodies of what I've done of class 79-D.

Amai Himura, the Ultimate Wife

Chiyo Kageyama, the Ultimate Occultist

Fujio Tokuma, The Ultimate Socialite

Hisai Sanae, The Ultimate Military Tactician

Isabella Miyoshi, The Ultimate Cheerleader

Toru Marin, The Ultimate Sailor

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Regifting? D:

"I'm sorry."

Fujio rubbed the back of his head, already feeling guilty about it.

"I don't want to try it at this moment. Should I have given it back to him? Or would he be okay with Sato having it?"

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A pair of rapid footsteps rushed passed the others and beelined for the girl and her dog.

Amai didn't know whether to greet the pup or its owner. She glanced between the two, her lips tightening into an unsure smile. But she didn't get much of a chance as she was nudged to face Fay.

"Her, first."

The redhead nodded. Her first. She reached and gently tapped at her shoulder.

Newfound Promo?

A bright red colored girl bounced around the open room, a handful full of posters in her arms. A fluffy white Samoyed followed after her obediently as she ran amuck. Using glue, she began to hang up various star themed posters around the room. Some of them were glued the wrong way around, leaving only a blank white outline on the wall instead of beautiful picture. Fay hummed, hollering over to a girl close by. “Putri, Putri! How does it look? Are they good? Has this room been blessed with the grace of the stars?”

Putri, a small child-sized girl in a white and red kimono, looked up in annoyance at her blind roommate. She bit back a laugh, not wanting to give away Fay’s blunder yet, since it came with a wealth of humiliating opportunities. “…Phenomenal. Outstanding! Blessed! You are a true artist, Fay. The stars could never steer you wrong.” She mused, voice dripping with sarcasm, but this flew right over the red girl’s head it seemed. Putri huffed turning back to pile of junk mail in front of her, pulling out a match and promptly lighting one on fire and letting it burn in her hand. She watched with complete adoration of the flames.

A tall girl with a waterfall of midnight hair sat peacefully on the couch. Aditi flipped through the pages of her sketch pad, settling on a blank one near the back. She had almost filled this one to the brim, with notes and doodles. Carefully, she took the pencil beside her and began to draw nonsensically. Very few moments, she would pause, tap her chin with the eraser, before beginning again. Her eyes piercing could pierce through the paper if she focused any harder on her task at hand.

The sound of a guitar being plucked at can be heard from the back. Iyabo sits next to Aditi, completely dwarfed by her, glaring down at her unplugged amber electric guitar. A small baby skunk was nuzzled onto her shoulder, comfortable and at ease. She strums a new riff that caught her attention, cursing under her breath when she hit the wrong notes. She turns on her side, kicking her feet up to lay over Aditi’s legs, causing the tall girl to flinch and give an annoyed glare. “Oh yea, do ya mind?” Iyabo acknowledges her roommate without looking up from her instrument. “Would it matter if I did?” Aditi fired back, coldly. Iyabo looks up, grinning cheekily, sticking her tongue out. “‘Course not. Go on an’ shoot through if ya don’t like it, beanpole.” Aditi merely rolled her eyes, returning her attention to her sketchbook.

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Stop pressuring Fujio to do drugs!!! It’s not nice to pressure people to do things!!!!

Ren pinched Ibby's lips together, staring down at her from the tip of her nose. Where was Isa when you needed her.

"Shut."

"I'm just gonna.." Fujio placed the blunt on the edge of the informant's desk, figuring he'd probably give it more use than he, himself, ever could.

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Nothin to be afraid of since it's pretty good quality too

"Yeah so what's the harm in trying?"

Fujio stared at the odd thing, twisting it around between two fingers. For some reason, just holding it alone made him feel queasy or dirty.. As if his gut was telling him that he should pass this one. Maybe he should ask Mayako if she knows what this is.. If it's something illegal, she definitely be the one to tell him.

"Um.. Maybe later..?"

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Hey Fujio, Quieres?

"Huh? What's that?"

"Fujio." Ren was the one to take it from the bear, holding it out to the boy with coy smile. "You have to try this."

"But what is it though?"

Unlike Kenji, he wasn't dumb enough to fall for something as obvious as 'candy' or just try it without explanation. "It's this medicine thing. Like a natural painkiller by those essential oil moms."

"Aren't those proven to be a scam?" Not the best analogy..

"Well- Yeah. But this one works. I use it sometimes when I work. Dude, even Daddy Long Legs over there has used it like once." She nodded her head towards Einosuke, who cared little about being called by the lifeguard. But hell, that seemed to sway Fujio in the slightest. Sure, Einosuke was.. Questionable at least but he wouldn't try something that he, himself, wasn't sure about, right?

"I.."

She held up one of his hands before placing it in his palm. "It's FINE, dude. You're not gonna get sick from it or anything."

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Fujio, when are you and Amai getting married?????????

"Where did that even come from?"

What a way to greet somebody.

Don't get him wrong, the idea of marrying his housemate and best friend sounded heavenly. But, they were just that, housemates and best friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Besides, I don't even think she sees me that way."

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“Goooood morning, Springfield!”

The lumberjack called to the surviviors as she popped a head from behind the trees, a crooked smile on her face to show that the morning had indeed been a good one. Only a few seemed to return the greet, whether it be with another “morning” or a “good morning”, but she could tell that morale was at an all-time low. They were starving, their resources becoming scarce nearly immediately as only a few dared to tread inside the jungle; tired, uncomfortable, a few of them smelled, a woman had a child who begged his mother for any kind of answer to his “when are we going home” with anything other than “soon”. 

“Y’all won’t bELIEVE, what I found out there.”

“What is it?” One of the older gentlemen asked, his voice weakened from many status conditions. Their energies were the complete opposite, but that was because Riley just seemed to thrive in situations like this. So, compared to the rest of the group, she was considered the oddity. But that was nothing knew. 

“Guess!” Her smile had yet to falter even in the slightest, in fact, it seemed to grow wider as time went by. It was a shame that no one seemed to want to entertain her little game, their unamused stares speaking volumes. For a split second, Riley’s smile faded, but to only bounce back not even a second later. 

“FISH!” She popped out from the bushes, her jacket off her shoulders and in her hands, drenched to the core as the fish inside flopped inside, begging whatever god there was out there for water.

The collective gasp and loud praise was what had jolted the socialite awake, the sand he laid on clinging tightly to his clothes and making a home in his hair. He let out a yawn when he wanted to sigh and a sigh when he wanted to yawn; his back popping as he rose up to to sit cross-legged. Through sleep-filled eyes, he turned to the girl next to him. A soft wave of panic coursing through him at the resentful look in her eyes. He didn’t question it, instead following her glare to the twin being swarmed and the jacket she passed onto the others.

Fish? He wondered. Where did she g- Oh..

“And there’s so much more! There’s an entire creek of them, guys,” she smiled, her words obnoxiously louder than it should have been, every last one of them making the poet’s blood boil hotter than the summer sun.

“You. Come help me get the rest,” Riley pointed to one of the young men in the group, pulling him by his arm as the others went to cook their new source of food. Hell, they wouldn’t have even cared if it was scorched beyond recognition, it would still be far better than whatever the hell they had been picking at for the past few days. Riley and the young man retreated back into the trees, something that she seemed to do quite often, leaving the others behind.

“Reid-“ “Don’t.” She spat. Her knuckles turning white from how tightly she clenched her fists, her palms turning a blood red as her nails dug deep into them. Her chest rose high as she inhaled deeply, her frustration venting out through her nose as she slowly let the breath go.

“It’s fine.” She sighed. 

“Are you-“

“It’s. Fine.”

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“Riley!”

Oh for fucks sakes.

It’s amazing how much she was starting to hate the sound of her own name. A name she thought was both sweet but cool enough to make a reputation as, now felt like nails to a chalkboard. Scratch that- even that was better than being forced to hear “Riley Riley Riley!” over and over again. And it was all thanks to him.

Her attention was turned to the bastard that kept calling her name, the unamused look in her eyes making it known that she did not like him trespassing in her territory; aka the jungle she’s told him many times to stay out of unless he wanted to die. She did not care for the shared look he returned, nor for the beanpole of a sister behind him.

“What ya want, city boy? Your ink is startin’ to fade.” She pointed a judging finger towards the blonde in his hair and the brown that started to seep from its roots. The call out brought a rush of heat to his face, his hands instinctively reaching over to cover it. Wait- no- it doesn’t even matter, plus there were more pressing matters at the moment.

“Hey, not to be rude or anything, but can I get the status on the smoke signal,” he asked, his voice filled with desperation.  “Or any of the huts you said you’d build for the suvivors?”

“Yeah I’ll get to them. I got the wood and stuff but it’s just takin’ me a while to bring it all over.” The person, who’s life-long passion and expertise specialize in wood lumbering; who built an axe from start to finish using two axes, a branch and some random wire; who is undoubtably the most resourceful member in their entire cast of surviviors; was having trouble bringing wood to the shore. If not her, she could have surely just asked the others for help, seeing as how she was quick to ask and speak to the others about anything unrelated to the important tasks at hand.

“Riley.. Bu-”

She cut him off, pressing the head of the axe against his chest. With her nose held high, she glared down at the socialite. With a firm grip on the handle, she tilted it more and more, the incredibly sharp blade became all the closer to piercing his clothing and the skin underneath. One quick flick of the wrist and he’d have a sizeable gash in his hands. 

“Look. I’m going to need you to Step. Off,” she hissed. “I know what I’m doing. And I know that you don’t. And if you keep the shitty work you’ve been doing since we got here, you’re going to die.”

And that’s a promise I can make.

As the icing on the cake, the bitter reminder that she was nothing more than acquaintence to him. Her hard glare turned to a cheeky smile, as if her words didn’t sting or her threat was nothing more than a wave in the wind. The axe was withdrawn from his chest and slung back onto her shoulder, the blunt side of it hitting against her back.

“Plus stress doesn’t look cute on you, so go and play with Reid,” Riley turned away from him, waving a disregarding hand at the two of them. “I don’t know what you kids do nowadays. Hopscotch? Smoke? Have sex?? Is that what you guys do?? Ahhh, whatever it is, do it away from me. Kapeesh? Kapeesh!”

Without so much as a peep from Fujio, Riley once again started off on her merry way. But, she stopped, a very important thoughts coming back into mind.

“Oh! And here,” she untied the red sweater from around her waist, and tossed it to its former owner. “That girl- uh, what’s her name..? Cassia or something like that? She wanted me to give you your jacket back. Said thank you and all that shit.”

She left, leaving Fujio to stare solemnly into the muddied stitching of his sweater. Riley kept putting it off, that was more than obvious. Why she was doing it was less than clear but, really, his true question was:

Why can’t I say anything?

Why was he struggling so hard to say something back to her? Every time he did, she’d get confrontational and he’d just.. back away before even trying to get his final word in. He wants to go home, and Riley is his only way out unless he suddenly learned the rules of the universe and the wilds within it. They say that experience is your best teacher but..

Fujio gripped his sweater in frustration before his feelings were thrown away in a sigh. He finally turned to the poet behind him. She probably thought he was pathetic, not even capable of holding a conversation with anyone with even the slightest bit of a raised voice.

“Wanna head back..?” He managed to get over a whisper.

She shook her head. Reid was growing tired of having to watch her treat him and the survivors this way. She thought she’d be okay with this but she didn’t have it in her to continue this. Glancing at the direction Riley disappeared off to, she held out her hand.

“Come with me.”

The shift in her mood made him raise an eyebrow but he took it, allowing her to tug him further deeper into the woods. 

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Fujio is a Mama's Boy and a Daddy's boy. His parents love him as much as he loves them. He would travel the ends of the world for them and do just about anything they asked. Despite being headbutted, lectured and forced to share a bed with them after his mother so generously decided to mention that they would be staying over for a "while" -- and who knows how long that'll be--, he couldn't say that he missed his parents and the love that they brought with them.

However.

The time they decided to stay couldn't have been any worse. Fujio loves his parents, he's thankful for everything they've done for him and always tries to do whatever he can to be a good son to the couple. But god did they always have to celebrate his birthday this way?

*BANG* "HAPPY BIR-" *BANG* "-DAY TO YOU!" *BANG* "HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY-" *BANG* "TO YOU!!!"

Kaori and Kazuya paraded around the boy's rental home, the former banging two cooking pans together as the latter followed close behind, humming the celebratory tune. Hell, the little wife he called his best friend followed along with their antics, a pair of maracas in her hands. They had been at this for what could have been hours, but, unfortunate for the birthday boy, was just a few minutes. Minutes of his life lost as he slowly began to wonder if they'd let him sleep in today. He sighed. Probably not.

[Birthday Post: April 25th Fujio Tokuma]

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Medicine isn't all too bad if you really need it to sleep

It is if you take it so late in the night. If he did so now, he couldn’t guarantee he would be up by in the morning. More like- noon or maybe even the afternoon! Either way, he couldn’t risk it.

[dr-passionate-production]

Fujio, are you okay?

"Yeah? I-" he started to yawn, his voice deepening as he did. "I just went to the bathroom.."

He broke away from the hug for a moment to push the door open for the two of them, a silent proposal to see if she'd join him in bed. She always rushed to his room when they got bad, and, without fail, he always offered for her to sleep alongside him; like a child with their parent. There were times she didn't, but for the most part she'd join him.

This time would be no different.

[dr-passionate-production]

Get Up.

Oh.

Amai let out a long but needed sigh of relief. As much as she loathed the figure that stood next to her, never could she ever be more thankful for their ugly, spiteful existence. Nothing felt more bittersweet than looking up from her spot on the table to lock eyes with ones that nearly matched hers; the same beauty mark under their left eye mirroring hers. Not everything was the same, however. Where Amai dawned one of her many kimonos, she wore a pair of overalls; where she wore the zori handed to her by her own father years ago, they wore was once white but now a pair of beaten bloodied sneakers. Her right eye hidden away by old bandages, her arm disfigured and her leg? Impaled by a large and in-removable pipe. In all of her dreams she had yet to see her walk, maybe that was why.

The redhead kept her silence, knowing that it would only anger the girl. But it was far better than whatever the hell she had in store in case she decided to speak; shut down all of her hopes and wishes, all of the fun, beautiful things that kept her hope alive. So, even despite the rough pinching, shoving and everything in between, Amai kept her silence. "You're pathetic, you know." She said, plainly, as if it was the truth. "Even in your dreams you're nothing more than a waste of space. Just a lump of flesh taking up everyone's time. Acting dramatic to make everyone look at and care about you."

Silence.

"You know everyone would be far better off without you." They raised their only good hand, the scene behind them falling only to be replaced by one reminiscent of their school. The day was like any other, students filled the grounds both inside and out. Their chatter filling the air with a determined atmosphere. The lack of a chair and table beneath Amai made her crash to the ground with an "omph". Her chest rose and fell against the pavement, patiently awaiting the moment she would be waking up. But she wouldn't get that satisfaction. Not yet.

Two pairs of feet walked by, ignoring the traditionally dressed girl on the ground in favor of each other. Hand in hand, the socialite and the motivational singer walked, the former listening happily as his boyfriend raved about whatever was on his mind. In between thoughts he’d slip in a compliment or two, anything to make Fujio’s face turn just a tad bit redder before they entered the building. But what truly caught her eye was the gold pin the peaked from underneath his scarf. She’s seen that pin before, only once, but she knew it well. 

“Since he didn’t have to babysit you 24/7, Fujio had a lot more time to work, nearly tripling how much he does with you around. And with how much he had done for the guild, they had to make him a high-ranking member. He got his own little title: ‘Adiutor.’ And he gets paid handsomely for his time. With that kind of money he spoils both his boyfriend and girlfriend, who are more than happy with spoiling him in return. A lot more than you can do anyway.” Their pink eyes locked onto Amai, an I-told-you-so look on their face. “So, you can say he’s doing quite well without you. All three of them are.”

Silence. 

“And look at them now. One’s dead, and other two are wasting their time trying to keep you alive. P̷̣̥̩͖̟̟̼͕̅̔̿̊̓̕͟͢͡ĭ͓̫̭̣̠̔̑̉͋̋̂̂̓͢͡t̡͙͖̝̺͇̠̓͑̂̒̕͘ỳ̢̭̻̱͖̹̳̃͐̉̃̎̚͘͡”

What do you want from me?

Being the same person(ish) had its perks. For one, neither had the need to speak; their minds, and thoughts, were connected meaning what one thought the other did as well, what one says the other probably felt that way too.

Why are you going through the trouble of telling me something I already knew, Amai sighed defeatedly. Her gaze remained on the pavement, realizing how dumb it was that she was speaking to a figment of her imagination, someone she created to blame for her sorrows.

“Because you know what’s real and what’s not. Stop picking and choosing what you want to be real. Face it all or face none.”

With the snap of the fingers the reality that surrounded the two collapsed, shattering in a million different pieces, leaving them in an empty, cold void. No matter where you turned, glanced or walked, you’d end up in the same place you face nothing but darkness. Left to be alone. 

“It’s good for the both of us.”

Amai woke up, eyes blood shot and her expression souring. She groaned as it took her moments to adjust to the darkness, but she was able to make out the few silhouettes in her room: the tv, dresser, the small nicknacks she’s accumulated over time, at the feet of her bed laid the snazzily-dressed duck, who didn’t seem very happy with her awakening, waking him up in the process. He would have pecked at her feet if he wasn’t just as tired as she was. So, he settled for knocking his head against them, letting out a guttural grunt in bitterness.

Her hands waved aimlessly, slapping at her nightstand until she felt her glasses in her hand, snatching them off and shoving them onto her face. The light, at that point, wasn’t needed, the small speck of moonlight peeking through should be more than enough to lead her to her door. And it was.

She had to make sure. That everything she saw was nothing more than a ruse, one of the many nightmares she’s had before. The knock on his door was hesitant, yet forceful enough to push it even more open. Her stomach churned, the thought that it being wasn’t a dream scaring her more than it should have. Her breath was caught in her throat, as she peeked inside, searching desperately for a lump in the bed. Nothing could have prepared her for the hand that was placed on her shoulder, making her jump out of her socks. 

“You okay? It’s like midnight.” Her eyes widened as she snapped to the voice behind her, and, without much warning, she latched onto the socialite, her face burying deep into his shoulder.

“Amai?”

She shook her head, her hold on him tightening. Her hands gripped tightly onto his shirt, reveling in the feeling of the fabric in between her fingers. The tension that had built up inside of her slowly unwinded when her wrapped his arms around her, returning her hug. He rubbed circles against the small of her back, pulling her in closer to rest his chin against her head. 

“Do you want to talk about it..?”

“… No,” Amai whispered, her lips pressed softly into his shoulder in a shy attempt of a kiss. Another nightmare, he assumed. And, like all of the other times, she refused to talk about it. Why? He’d didn’t know and he was starting to believe that he wasn’t going to ever. And as much as he wanted to be filled in on what’s troubling her — so much so that she’s having reoccurring nightmares what seemed like every week —  he didn’t want to press her on the matter. She’d talk when she was ready.

“I’m here.”

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Secret base?

The further they traveled the less of a paradise the forest became; the beautiful flora were no more, there no more open spaces of land, and the intoxicating smell of the nearby rivers and ocean were nulled. The only constant about their surroundings was the humidity that became more and over overbearing, making the small pocket of air between their hands fill with moisture. The trees started to blend in with one another and it became increasing difficult to tell them apart-- each one seemingly become nearly a carbon copy of another--. How strange..

“Reid, where are we going,” Fujio sighed, his nerves shaken at the thought of becoming lost in a place like this. His heels were dug into the ground — his grip on her handing tightening, bringing them both to a full stop—. This island was deserted, uninhabited only by those but the wild animals that supposedly roamed the parts they stood in the epicenter of. They were unarmed and far from the others, what could possibly be so important that it was worth getting hurt and lost over? Not to mention that it was getting dark, making it a lot harder for the two of them.

But she ignored his annoyed huff, continuing down her aimless path as she dug between the leaves. If her memory served her correct, and by god she hoped it did, it should be here. She looked left, right, up, down, east and west but there was nothing. Just more tropical trees and grass. Hell, they were lucky to find a cicada resting against one of the trees, singing its songs as the day ticked by. And that’s exactly what she feared. Reid inhaled deeply, her breathing doing nothing to keep her heart from sinking down further than its ever had before in her years of life. It’s not here.. But it doesn’t mean it’s not here, she told herself. It’s somewhere.. But I know it’s here. 

“Reid?” Fujio’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, his judging look quickly shifting to one of concern. “You’re looking sort of pale..” -Er than usual.. 

“Are you okay..?”

“… Sorry.,” she whispered, turning her back to him. She glanced around at their surroundings, taking note of everything that seemed out of place and what was different about this area compared to the one she remembered way back when. She shuffled through the files of her memories that had long started to fade. Every one she tried to pick up and remember filled with a loud static that she couldn’t deafen or wipe away. “I just.. haven’t eaten since we’ve been here..”

That did hold some truth to it. She had been rather reluctant to eat anything from here. The leaves could not sustain, the berries here are suspicious at most and coconut milk and meat can cause a multitude of health problems such as diarrhea, constipation and increase the risk of heart disease. There is nothing safe for her to eat, so she will hold off until her starvation is dire.

“…” She’s old enough to know that that’s not okay. She doesn’t need anyone telling her what she already knew. 

“Why don’t we go back to the camp? It’s dark. We need to go before we get hurt.”

Reid glanced upwards and, sure enough, the moonlight had began to peak through the cracks of the trees. It was just enough to allow them to see where they were going, but it was not gracious enough to give them any more. She nodded, and started off in the direction they came from. They didn’t take many turns so eventually they’ll go back to the survivors.  

A secret base? Don’t be ridiculous.