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The day was still bright and also held onto the noticeable chillness in the air. The sun blended with the faint images of clouds above her. These were the sort of days that you would take a relaxing stroll along a beach perhaps. This game gave it the opposite affect.
Yoko glared down at the face of the late Sosuke and slowly her eyes drew up and down his corpse as if she was examining him. His body was riddled with bullet a hole that was about the size of small pebbles but his eyelids were clamped shut and his arms have been crossed over each other on his dark red chest symbolizing a wrapped mummy.
How sympathetic. Now I wonder who could have done that.
Yoko clenched her fist and suddenly gave Sosuke torso a sharp and powerful kick. She faintly heard a small crackle of bones breaking underneath her foot. His left arm flung violently then drooped into the shallow puddle of blood that was emerged beneath him.
The human body is certainly fragile, it seemed.
Suzuka, of course, had left the area soon before Yoko return back in front of the office block.
Clever. Clever and sharp Suzuka. We see how much of those skills of yours will come in handy the next encounter bitch.
Her eyeballs still stung and were becoming irritable (from what evidence she had gathered it was some kind of flash grenade that caused this, the sort that the police might use to stun and blind their targets temporarily) but they was also likely to be blood-shot, not that far from looking like a zombie spawned out of a gothic horror movie.
How dare she! How fucking dare she get away with causing this annoyance! Typical...
She had no idea or clue whatsoever where Suzuka could have possibly headed but Yoko particularly didn’t want all the effort and determination put into searching for her. However, she would now definitely be a special person she keeps an eye out for. In fact… Yoko again lifted off the map around her slightly stiff neck and unzipped the waterproof wallet to withdraw it from its protection. She had discovered earlier that a class roster checklist had been occupied with it. The crumpled piece of white paper had two rows of names going downwards in bold font. Forty-eight. Seven of those names had rough black curvy lines drawn across them as if to wipe their existence from the paper, showing how much they meant to her. Nothing. Boy #1 Hiroshige Ando. Girl #2 Wakana Asakura.
Boy #7 Riichi Endo. Girl #20 Ayame Hikaru.
Boy #8 Sosuke Kanasawa.
Boy #16 Kenta Hasuwara.
Boy #23 Raul Montoya.
She had heard the first twelve o’clock report only a couple of minutes ago from the bitch ‘teacher’ (although Yoko couldn’t remember her name, she seemed quite familiar) by some sort of speaker system that must had been installed all over the island in different locations so it was quite easy to hear wherever you was. So there are certainly some students out there who decided to play then. What a shocker and here I was thinking that the majority of them playing would be close to nil. The assault rifle in her grip clasped stronger. A weapon that could take out all of them in just one quick pull of the trigger. How very touching to know. You certainly proved your strength already; it should only match its owner. A smile emerged onto Yoko’s face at the thought of becoming the winner. The only girl left standing with the bodies of her class littered around her; all of their expressions struck with fear and knowledge to know that they was now eliminated from the game and nothing more but a hollow corpse that now would stay motionless for an eternity. But don’t get ahead of yourself now. Their still a lot out there somewhere. Her belongings firmly over her shoulder, Yoko started to walk along the road away from the office building and Sosuke and sighed effortlessly with exhaustion. Think it is best now to find somewhere to rest for a while. Don’t fancy now taking a nap in an office chair. Besides, think it’s time for a change of outfit. Yoko brushed the grass and the marks of dirt off the rim of her pleated skirt and rolled her eyes. If she wanted to feel good then she would have to look good. It shouldn’t excuse that just because she was in a life or death situation it doesn’t mean she didn’t have to make an effort with her appearance. Looks and strength was important and vital requirement to obtain in her books. Quickening her pace, Yoko turned to her right and made her way down the narrow side street making sure to steer herself away from the overflowing dumpster that stood halfway through. The images of the food and water in her bag frustrated her thinking but dimly, one name did however still stick in her mind. Ayame Hikaru. ******************************************************************************************************************
“Now, that will be all Miss Shimzuki. We humbly welcome and wish that Yoko will enjoy her time with us here at “” Taro Hitachi gave Nozomi a pleasant and somewhat obscure smile which she replied with a simple nod of the head. Hitachi gestured towards the doorway that lead back into the reception block (which Nozomi was waiting a few short minutes ago) which Nozomi stood up casually and walked out, her black stilettos clicking one after another that sound catchy against the marble tiles. The brass door quietly closed behind her with a soft click. The almost deserted lounge held a few comfy leather armchairs, a wooden table opposite them with a few scattered uninteresting magazines and a withered plant upon it. There was also blue notice board stuck neatly against the wall with several leaflets and notes clung to it. Nozomi eyes darted to her right which she sighed with relief at who she saw. Yoko sat impatiently in one of the armchairs; two sets of bag were lying lazily at her white scruffy trainers which one tapped in a rhythm against the wooden flooring. She didn’t seem to notice immediately her mother was beside her until she gave a long deep release of breath. “Well dear, it’s certainly sorted now.” Yoko smiled wearily then picked herself up effortlessly from her position, “Oh, so it seems…” Nozomi gracefully lifted her right arm around her daughter slender shoulders and gave a reassuring squeeze. “I know it may not be the most exciting place to be but…” “It’s alright mum; don’t feel you have to explain… I know why.” Yoko answered sympathetically. She wants the best for me. To parent/guardian, …. Your daughter grades are simply starting to lower and will be at a morbid state if this lack of attention and work continues to waver further down the line unless dramatic actions are taken. It was true. Her mother intentions were purely for her own good, maybe she wanted to give her a chance to do something better with herself. Something meaningful. But it’s too late for that now… A wet but comforting pair of lips lucked Yoko cheek. “Mum! You know I find that embarrassing!!” she exclaimed with a cheeky grin while making a gesture of wiping the invisible mark furiously with the back of her hand. “Now dear how rude!” Nozomi answered with a stern expression before smiling kindly, “Well I will be phoning you at least once every week so just be aware of that.” Yoko again smiled and wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, “Okay…Just make sure it’s you who phones and not somebody else.” “Like who?” Nozomi remarked with a look of confusion. Like Kyo.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The common room bustled with the sound of feet hurrying across the room and the stampede of voices bouncing to and forth. Yoko rolled her eyes with annoyance as again, the girl called Hayami bustled back to a boy with glasses, said something rapid then hurried back to a plain girl with long slender hair who giggled to whatever Hayami said to her. “Yoko, surely you’re not just going to sit here alone and not communicate with anybody else are you not?” Yoko glanced up to the distinctive voice of Mrs Obara. Both her hands leant against her waist as if she was expecting an answer. And a positive one by the look of it. “Kume, I don’t see wh-.” “That’s Mrs Obara to you. I know I’m not a teacher but I’m a member of staff and it be nice to have the same courtesy you would give to your tutors so please…” Yoko sighed and rolled her eyes yet again. Oh beg my pardon, I’m sorry that I’m not with your expectations that you wish for but you’re the one coming over and pissing me off. “‘Mrs Obara’, I don’t see why I should waste my time with this lot when I could be doing better things with my time.” Kume Obara sighed and sat beside Yoko modestly, “Yoko, if you don’t give people and yourself a chance in life to try make friends then it will affect the way you behave and the way you will think…”
Yoko huffed and smiled in sarcasm at her pathetic so-called act of persuasion, “Well I’m sure when the time comes for it then I be ready by my own judgement thank you very much.” Even though she made no indication of this Yoko knew from those several seconds that passed between them that Mrs Obara was slowly giving up trying to help her. “Well… if that’s how you feel deep down inside then well…what can I say…?” Mrs Obara slowly answered, her voice trailing then disappearing into the shouts and laughter of the rest of the room. Yoko made no reply and simply stared off into the distance, her mind slightly irritated from the words ringing in her ears and the shrill giggling of Hayami in the distance. “Hikaru! Ayame Hikaru! Please could you come over here for just a moment?” Yoko looked up in disgust as the girl with the long hair that Hayami was chatting to a few moments ago stood up from the red armchair and began to swerve her way through the small crowd to their position. She stopped in front of Mrs Obara, her clean hands entwined together in front of her and her petite face holding a slight polite smile as she stood attention for Mrs Obara’s request. “Hikaru, this is Yoko Shimzuki, a new transferred pupil with us who having a bit of trouble of making friends at the moment.” Mrs Obara smiled before continuing, “Would it be possible if you could just have a little chat with Shimzuki here so she feels right at home?” Shocked and before she could protest, Ayame nodded with another smile, “Of course Mrs Obara. It is a pleasure.” “Wonderful! I knew I could count on you and I’m sure Shimzuki would only be too happy now.” Mrs Obara exclaimed as she stood up from beside Yoko. Ayame again nodded and stood where she was until Mrs Obara left the room before sitting herself next to Yoko. Oh you got to be kidding. That’s all I need, an annoying teacher’s pet breathing down my neck! “Umm…Hello, I’m Ayame…Pleased to meet you.” Ayame whispered with her face looking down at her spotless shoes. “Yes, I did hear you know although it was a pretty lousy attempt for her to try making pals with you!” Yoko harshly replied. She could feel Ayame flinch although she wasn’t directly touching her. “Oh…I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like th-!” “Well next time think before you speak huh. So what are you then? The Goodie-two-shoes of the class right? Desperate to get to the top?” “No-no…no-not at all…” Yoko didn’t know what it exactly was but there was just something totally irritable and frustrating about Ayame even though there been together for only a few short seconds. She was one of those people you could just relish picking on. Sounds like a good idea.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Smack! "Stop it Yoko! Please-it hur-!"
Another slap to the right side of Ayame face caused her to fall onto her knees in a heap. Yoko stood over her, her eyes filled with pleasure and hatred as she gazed upon the tear filled eyes of Ayame. Both her cheeks were bright red as if someone has stuck a boiling hot poker against them and her hair was crumpled and out of place with her blue hairclip lying a few feet away next to her bed. Pathetic. Yoko bent down onto her knees into a praying position and began to run her swollen fingers slowly through Ayame hair. She could feel her flinch but made no attempt to stop her but to continue sobbing, her breath rasp and slow. “I think this hair going to need a lot of brushing to get this back into shape…” Yoko whispered, “But maybe from this you will understand that when I want fucking space from you, that’s what I mean. You got that?” Ayame barely nodded which annoyed her because she wanted verbal confirmation. “I said you fucking got that!” Ayame hands were quivering as she looked up into Yoko stern face, “Ye-yes…I got it…space…” Yoko smiled coldly and stood up before making her way to the door that lead back into the girl’s corridor. “Oh, and it be best not to tell anyone about this little incident. Don’t want any more of them, do we?” Not when we sharing a room after all. *************************************************************************
Yes, their is still some memories of her left.
Yoko knew that Ayame Hikaru would be a early contestant out of the game, no doubt about that. The only pity was that she wasn't the one who gave her the final farewell that she needed - perhaps a opportunity to let her give a honest and unorthodox opinion of her.
Not that I give a fuck anyway.
Her acts towards Ayame was perhaps sordid or harsh but Yoko wasn't the sort of person to dwell on unimportant matters.
Exactly the same with my two latest victims...
Their was many enclosed buildings in the area (from how far she had walked, it seems she was now in D6 from what her map told her) and it was awfully silent apart from the gunshots she had heard not so long ago.
Yoko entered the front garden of the second house in the street and tried the side gate. Of course, it was locked.
Typical.
Yoko turned around in all directions to see if anyone was near her before thrusting the butt of her rifle through the pane of the window screen. It made a sharp but nice sound as the glass shattered and landed on the floor of the house with a tinkling sound.
Not wasting anytime time, Yoko heaved herself through and landed softly onto a rug. She was in a living room which was indicated by the velvet cushions that lay upon green sofas and a oak coffee table stood in the middle of the room. There was also a fireplace but no wood laid in it's center only a black alcove.
Seems I can't keep myself warm then.
Yoko cautiously went out into the corridor and through another door, her rifle cocked at the ready with her bags handing from her shoulder. This time she was in a more relaxed enviroment - a bedroom.
Lovely!
Yoko closed the door back into place and flew herself into the depth of the quilt that covered the double bed. What greeted her was comfort and relaxation as sleep fell upon her as her eyes drifted closed with her gun firmly at her side.
Just a small nap before a bit of killing, hm?
(Ok sorry I took ages! This is it and I get another post done soon!)
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