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「だって私は、本当にあなたに死んでほしいんだもの。」
Tuesday, December 18th, 2012 05:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slave_of_suzumiya[Action A)
It was another fine day in the afterlife, Kyon was wandering around school grounds when something hit him completely out of the blue, completely unprepared for the memories about to fill his mind...]
(Suddenly the image of a beautiful young woman appeared in my mind. A familiar face, a face I had forgotten until that moment. It was the face of Ryoko Asakura, the class president when I was alive. Asakura always had a smile on her face, she was popular, kind, helpful... and deadly. Among all the other scattered memories of her kindness and warmth came one of a cold winter night outside the school...
"Kyon, watch out!"
"I could never ever let you hurt Miss Nagato."
... A searing pain in my back as I turn around to find Asakura there behind me, burying a knife into my back. Who was Nagato? Probably the girl in the glasses, staring in horror at what had just transpired. I fell to the ground as the knife slid back out, clutching my side before looking at the blood covering my hand.
"Time to die, it'll be quick, I promise." Once again she strikes at the wound. "Does it hurt? Savour that sensation, because a few seconds from now it'll be the last memory you'll ever have..."
A lot of unanswered questions. Who exactly was Nagato anyway? Who was the other woman who warned me to watch out? Why were we outside the school gates at that time of night? And last but not least, why would the kind and popular class president suddenly decide to kill me? Honestly, it simply leaves me with a whole lot more questions than answers. But among all these questions, one thing was clear. The searing pain of being stabbed and left for dead.)
[... Immediately after this hits him, he'll grasp at his side where the stab wound had been and start gasping for air.]
W-what the hell was that...?
[Action B)
Later in the afternoon, regardless as to whether he may or may not have received any directions from Haruhi, Yuri, or anyone else, Kyon was simply sitting there on a bench outside, seemingly deep in thought. He mightn't even notice if you sat down next to him. Feel more than free to come and disturb him though.]
It was another fine day in the afterlife, Kyon was wandering around school grounds when something hit him completely out of the blue, completely unprepared for the memories about to fill his mind...]
(Suddenly the image of a beautiful young woman appeared in my mind. A familiar face, a face I had forgotten until that moment. It was the face of Ryoko Asakura, the class president when I was alive. Asakura always had a smile on her face, she was popular, kind, helpful... and deadly. Among all the other scattered memories of her kindness and warmth came one of a cold winter night outside the school...
"Kyon, watch out!"
"I could never ever let you hurt Miss Nagato."
... A searing pain in my back as I turn around to find Asakura there behind me, burying a knife into my back. Who was Nagato? Probably the girl in the glasses, staring in horror at what had just transpired. I fell to the ground as the knife slid back out, clutching my side before looking at the blood covering my hand.
"Time to die, it'll be quick, I promise." Once again she strikes at the wound. "Does it hurt? Savour that sensation, because a few seconds from now it'll be the last memory you'll ever have..."
A lot of unanswered questions. Who exactly was Nagato anyway? Who was the other woman who warned me to watch out? Why were we outside the school gates at that time of night? And last but not least, why would the kind and popular class president suddenly decide to kill me? Honestly, it simply leaves me with a whole lot more questions than answers. But among all these questions, one thing was clear. The searing pain of being stabbed and left for dead.)
[... Immediately after this hits him, he'll grasp at his side where the stab wound had been and start gasping for air.]
W-what the hell was that...?
[Action B)
Later in the afternoon, regardless as to whether he may or may not have received any directions from Haruhi, Yuri, or anyone else, Kyon was simply sitting there on a bench outside, seemingly deep in thought. He mightn't even notice if you sat down next to him. Feel more than free to come and disturb him though.]
