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Yoko Shimzuki (D6-D7-C7) Nothing ever seems easy.

2007-12-07T15:59:04Z

(OOC: I am soo sorry if this seems rush or crap or both :S XD. If their is any problems then let me know and I am sorry for doing this Oscar but gd luck :( :D)

The shape of a person appeared from out of a nearby alleyway holding a obscure object that resembled a large firing device in their grip.
Her body shook uncontrollably on the edge of the armchair as the image on the screen zoomed in rapidly onto the figure to identify a girl. Her eyes seemed cold and distracted with a sullen expression but her body movements were alerted and steady as she looked in both directions swiftly before continuing to walk along the pavement.

Nozomi Shimzuki knew who it was without even looking at her. Each student had their own individual program so all she had to do was find the one she was after and then you can watch they every move from camera's that had supposedly been installed all over the location.

Why Yoko...? Why did you... kill without no mercy? Without no conscience? Without no...

Her eyes stung with more tears as she watched her daughter on the television screen calmly continued to walk in a most revealing and inappropriate skirt that she had never seen her wear before in her life.
She couldn't understand how out of all the classes in the entire country, her Yoko's class was chosen to participate in The Program. No-one could stand up against it, no-one could escape it. Only one lives to tell the tale.

Only one lives...?
The muscles in her legs and arms shook violently. Suddenly, her body collapsed forwards into a heap onto the carpet in front of the television set and wept. Her howls was slightly concealed against the rough fabric and multiple lines liquid ran down her pale cheeks slowly before reaching her chin then dripped off the end and dissolved into her thick black dress.

Why must it be this way!? How can we stand aside and let our children be murdered by other children!? How can we just accept that these children have to become murderers in order to live!? Has the world gone insane or are we just pure savages!?
Her sobs turned into feeble hiccups but her breathing began to return to a almost steady pace. Her chest rose up then back down with each small intake of air she took before opening her eyes down upon the patterns embroiled into the carpet's form.

"Why should our children deserve to die for a government insanity? Why isn't it the parents who should suffer the consequences of our mistakes? Why don't I have the power to protect my only daughter?"

Nozomi only just realized then that she had just in fact spoken out loud. Taking another deep breathe, Nozomi lifted herself back into the armchair, her eyes trying avoid the temptation of looking at the screen but instead pondered the many unanswered questions.
The more she tried to think about it, the more confusing and obscure it was to figure out. A loud voice that sounded like it was coming out of a speaker blared the room but still Nozomi didn't look up.

Yoko Shimzuki...Sixteen year old girl and yet...Ki-killed three children...Boys...Yoko a killer, a murderer. Is she, my daughter, really capable of that?

All those times Yoko came home she never showed any indication that they was something wrong that was troubling her. It could be perhaps there wasn't actually anything that was on her mind of any importance but now, for some strange reason, she couldn't believe that. She spoke of no friends or at least, any acquittance's at school but that didn't seem to be the case in her opinion. It had to be something that deeply disturbed her.
There had to be something mentally wrong in order to have a almost clear conscience over murder. Of course, their could be the possibility of that they had in fact gone insane to actually think of their own actions but she could just instantly tell her daughter hasn't gone crazy by her behavior. Just...

Just what though?
Nozomi wiped away at her cheeks with trembling fingertips and pulled out a slightly crumpled piece of white tissue. The tissue was rough and ragged against her face but Nozomi continued to tab before returning it back into her pocket. As her fingers dug downwards,suddenly she felt something smooth. Pulling out the mysterious object, Nozomi turned it towards her and gasped as she turned it over to reveal a colorful picture.

Her daughter and son sat together in a field in the middle of spring under a cherry tree, their faces holding innocent smiles with eyes full of glee as they posed for the photograph.

Yoko,Kyo...What has happened to you both? Where has your innocence gone?
What have I done wrong, please tell me?

Then she heard rapid fire.

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"Good afternoon, one and all."

Yoko halted her movement near the corner of the first street and instantly whipped out the map along with the class checklist from her supplied bag (struggling at first to reach them with her school uniform tucked in the way) before settling herself down on the side of the pavement and listening carefully but staying alerted, her rifle laid on her lap within very easy reach.

"I've been doing some number crunching, and on average you need to kill four students every six hours to head home. As things stand at the moment, you are all slightly under par. Congratulations on keeping up, but don't let things slip. I'm watching all of you..."

Yoko shuddered at the thought of that obsessive bitch staring at her every move but soon dismissed it. After all, it was expected. She knew about how the game worked, well at least part of it, and it was quite obvious from the many cameras she seen installed around the area that they was much more people watching. Much more people.
Especially one certain person...fucker.

"Three more for the scrapheap. And what an interesting mix they are!"
Three!? Well, that's great considering I know who one of them is...

"Boy #21, Matsuo Minami!
Exactly.
Boy #24, Hideaki Yuasa!
Girl #23, Raina Yoshizawa!"

Yoko simply crossed off the remaining names and sighed. Just another two.
The pace didn't seem to be going well. It seemed the further into the game you go, the less people that go until nearer the end. It was just that point of realization when it came near to endgame that some of the class know's that they would have to kill if they wanted to live and carry on with their sad pathetic lives. However...
No-one deserves it more than me. I mean no-one.

"Heh, looks like those boys couldn't walk the walk after all. Still, not to worry.... plenty of competition out there."
Well, we soon see, only time can tell although their's really no point when you got me about.

"Zones! Zones! Listen for your zones!

A8!
F3!
B5!
B3!

Keep rolling on, boys and girls. Speak in six; over and out."

The speaker crackled then stopped reducing everything back to it's original state - tense.
Yoko marked down the rest of the danger zones without too much concern, mostly because none of them was close to her location, and then studied the map once again.

Judging by the many stops she took and how far she traveled, Yoko guessed she was coming close to C7 but was still just in zone D7. She didn't need a compass to tell her this (she actually found compasses pathetic and confusing), she had always had a very good sense of direction so it came in useful.
The sun high in the sky also indicated that she didn't actually have to use a watch but the report gave it away that it was about noon now on day two.
Dosen't time fly when your having fun, as they say. Although I wish it was done in a less exhausting and frustrating way. Can't have it all by the look of it can we?

Yoko had spent hours around in D6 looking through the houses for any students that might have been camping out in any of them but no such luck at all. She haven't even managed to find a lighter, or at least matches, which she was desperate to get her hands on. After all, it has almost been two days and a half without a fag so it wouldn't come as a surprise that her cravings was now kicking in more then ever.

Yoko dug her teeth deep into the dried loaf of bread and began to chew slowly with disgust before allowing herself to swallow it down. She even tried looking for decent appetizing food inside most of the houses but it was either out of date, rotting or just simply revolting so the only supplies she had to put up with was the three loaves of bread until something better came along. Or at least find something that could make the bread more tasty.

Taking a deep breath and shaking her hair slightly, Yoko put the remaining items back into her bag and stood up, the rifle back firmly in her grasp.
Yoko decided that it would be best to check the Car Dealership for a lighter and other students. After all, it seemed a good place to hide in with all the cars, it was likely to use some sort of fuel and it seemed a better choice than the nearby Town Hall which she decided against immediately.

Her footsteps began to move at a faster pace as she saw the distinctive shape of the car showroom in the distance (which must mean she had now entered C7). Weaving between the paths and houses, Yoko looked around the corner at the edge of the street and grinned as she saw the entrance only a few feet away.
Oh, here I-!?

Blip.

Blip.

Yoko stopped between the two apartments where a bright red bicycle was parked and looked around quickly by the sudden odd sound.

Blip blip.

A sudden unknown shape moved out the corner of her right side which she instantly twisted her body, her gun raised to her shoulders. Her expression was slightly surprised but remained un-quivered as a face of a girl was looking straight at her with a smile, her hair slightly messy but her posture feminine and relaxed.

"Ah...The slag Kaoru appears!"

Kaoru Ishibashi didn't respond but grinned as in humor as the pistol in her right hand raised up sharply.
But Yoko had however already pulled the trigger tightly by then.

(Vote! Does Yoko Shimzuki fail, wound or kill Kaoru Ishibashi?)
(Time is 6:20BST!)

Yoko Shimzuki (E6 - D6) A return to the present and the past.

2007-10-11T22:36:42Z

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.

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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!)

Taylor party.

2007-08-01T23:35:32Z

Yoko gazed down the slighty untidy and rushed paragraph a second time before running her fingers quickly though her hair (a habit she hasn't still gotten rid of)and leaning lazily back into her rather uncomftable plastic chair.

So... it seems "TayTay" was being a bit adventrorus for her own good for once out of the rare times she has bit of a bad girl.
Yoko smirked and turned her attention to the smokey image of her handheld mirror which could of be because of the smoke trailing from her cigarette had now nearly filled the room which made her eyes turn watery. Yoko waved her hand sharply in front of her and gave her hair a quick shake as she began to see the clear reflection of herself through the mist.
Her eyes seemed drowsy yet alert and her lips was plain and slightly crackled like a lifeless landscape that hasn't seem to drank water for days on end.
Well we know what should do the trick to liven up this "party" eh girl Yoko thought as she opened the desk drawer and pulled out tons of different coloured make up and cotten wool that had nearly ran out. Her sight darted back again to the glass which Yoko smiled which uncovered to show the image of a yellow but straight row of teeth appear.

Oh I think a party is just the thing to get me in the mood to work of my "secret talents" for a gift or two. I wonder if your house is as appealing as your party Taylor, well time will reveal itself.
Yoko eyes beamed with delight as she applied the blusher to her cheeks and started to create

Profile of Ayame Hikaru (NPC).

2007-07-28T22:55:00Z

Name: Ayame Hikaru.
Age: 16.
Birthday: September, 6th.
Grade Average: A/B+

History: Ayame was brought up fairly well from birth with good, loving parents - up until the crash that is...
Ayame mother (Kasumi) and father (Hiroki)suffered a terrible car crash when Ayame was 5 years old, luckily she was staying with relatives at the time so she didn't fully understand at the time why her father good nature behaviour changed over the period of time.
Her mother only suffered minor injuries but her father had brain damage which he was lucky to have pulled through - but not through completely. Hiroki was able to walk and speak gradually over time but his personality and attitude of his former self seemed to have died. He would become easily angry and violent, both verbally and physically. This was directed mostly towards Kasumi but on few occasions towards Ayame as well. This lasted until she was 12 until her mother finally left and divorced from her father.
Ayame was happy but most of her confidence had been washed away and became petrefied of violence of any sort. Her mother was also the same and quite distant from communication with other people so she had few friends. Ayame is a bright student and did well at junior school despite constant bullying from other individuals.

Appearence: Ayame looks like a typical everyday girl - her shoulder length black hair is always brushed down with blue hairclips but on special occasions it is tied up into a ponytail.
Her eye colour is brown but her height is 5ft 5 (she is one of the shortest girls in her class) which is another excuse to be picked on. Her appearence is always tidy and neat and her outdoor clothes are mostly just plain shirts and jeans with sneakers although she does like wearing dresses, mostly in spring or summer.
Her skin colour is quite pale looking but her facial expression holds a innocent like child feature to it which makes her look younger than she is. Ayame does like wearing jewellery so she most likely be wearing a necklace or earings that she likes the look of (mostly shiny things)and has a certain fondness to wearing bracelets but hates the look of tatoos.

Personality: Ayame is fairly withdrawn from loud or energetic people and can be easily shy if one tries to talk to her although she does like being around people like her.
She finds it hard to stick up for herself and could be considered a coward but she has her reasons to be. She easily cries and is quite emotional but tries to keep her feelings to herself as she is scared what other people will think and has little willpower. However, she is considered cute and likes to cheer up people who she is friends or get along with the best way she can.

Strengths - Trustworthy: As Ayame never been in trouble in her life and always their for a friend then she would be the last person to susect of anything that wasn't right.
Clever: Ayame works very hard and always manages to get great results from work so her knowledge is up to high standard.
Healthy: Even though she dosen't do enought sports, Ayame eats plenty of fruit and veg and rarely been ill from anything.

Weaknesses - Weak: Ayame never been in a fight and can never defend herself so she is vulnerable and a easy target to break down to despair and tears.
Easily scared: Her past from her father has casued her to be terrified of anything violent like films or book which she avoids as much as possible.
No confidence: Bullying and her past has caused her to not talk much to people in her class so tries to keep put of the way and draw attention away from herself by being quiet.

Overnight bag: Hairbrush, mirror, notepad, pencil case, portable CD player and lucky charm (ring).

Father: Hiroki Hikaru - Ex husband of Kasumi Hikaru. Suffered bad brain damage from car crash which seemed to result into violent mood swings both verbally and physically towards his wife and daughter. Whereabouts unknown now Kasumi and Ayame left him.

Mother: Kasumi Hikaru - Divorced from Hiroki Hikaru.
Was part of the car crash that left her husband brain damanged but luckily she only suffered minor injuries. Unfortunetely she and Ayame became victims of his abusive behaviour for many years until she decided enough was enough by signing for a divorce and moving away with her daughter away from him. Now a distant and cold shell of her former self but tries her best to make Ayame life as pleasent and loving as posssible.

Siblings: None (Ayame is a only child).

Extra-Curricular Activities: Ayame enjoys reading poetry and novels when at home but also has a secret desire and passion to sing (Ayame is talented with this but has no confidence to show anyone else) in her spare time to her favourite CD's.
Ayame also likes to knit which her mother taught her to do and flower arranging. Her friends from class sometime come to her house which they chat but Ayame still hasn't grasp to invoke a interesting conversation. Ayame hobby is to also collect different coloured bracelets made from countries all over the world.

Classroom Behaviour: Ayame is one out of the few classmates to actually keep her head down and get on with the work or task set.
She is one of the main victims of bulling, mostly from the other girls which she simply takes it even when the bullying gets more serious and physical so Ayame has little trust for anyone in the class, espically boys (either cause they violent, playboys or perverts). Basically, Ayame is seen but not heard but she always manages to get outstanding work in nearly every subject their is depending on the frame of mind she is in.

Classroom Clique: None. Basically Ayame is a loner but on some occasions she be hanging out with the unpopular kids like her for a bit of company.

Memorable Moments: Ayame has been popular for gaining many awards such as best attendance or well behaved which she is proud of (however this has resulted on getting teased and bullied even more, either because of jealousy or just for the fun of it).
However, their was a time when Ayame kept missing the ball in tennis which half her classmates and students from other classes never stopped mentioning and laughing about which left her depressed for days...

Friends and enemies: No proper friends just people she talk with who gets the same distress she does.
Their is many Ayame would consider she is scared of than hate such as much of the girls and some boys. However, the person she fears the most is Yoko Shimzuki as she makes her life a misery and past experiences have caused it to turn woards fear...

Profile on Yoko Shimzuki

2007-04-09T22:40:42Z

Name: Yoko Shimzuki
Age: 17
Birthday: June 15th
Grade average: D/C

History: Yoko had always had a not too pleasent childhood. Herself, her single mum, Nozomi and her brother Kyo lived in a rundown flat in the poorest part of Japan with little money and poor health care ever since herself was born.
They were many crimes such as robberies, rape, assualt and even murder around their area which made it a dangerous and unsafe place to be brought up in. The only money they earned was by Nozomi to do chores for other people such as washing or minding children while Kyo did nothing at all...

Yoko would either be smoking in her spare time when she wasn't at school (which was quite frequently due to her "poor absence") or hang around with the local thugs from in or outside school. Yoko did not particually care of having friends but she did like to be popular and draw attention away from herself from bullying. Thanks to her pretty innocent looks, her charm to gain people trust and the many fights she had and mostly won, people didn't seem to bother her which made her fairly happy but at times wished her childhood hasn't brought up to be what she was now but the thought soon passed.
One big deal that bothered Yoko was the money status from the people in her class - most was decently rich and lead a normal life while herself had to go to measures such as mugging and "skills" at times to get what she wanted. Of course her mother never knew this but Kyo certainly knew which he used his ways to keep Yoko bad side secret by whatever way that suited him best...
Yoko never knew her father and did not continue with the matter. However, her mother had many partners who soon left with herself around so Nozomi stopped and tried to lead the best possible life for her children's sake.

Appearence: Her eyes are the most unique feature that has a mixture between a cat and a hawk that seemed to have the colour of gold.
Her straight hair is shoulder length which is sometimes greasy and untidy but satisfactory for most of the boys to be counted as pretty.
Yoko wears one silver bracelet that she stole from a middle aged woman a couple of months back and her fingernails always seem to be dirty or been bitten which was a usual habit (despite disliking it).
Her clothes seemed to be male clothes mostly or even her school uniform but on special occasions wears her red mini skirt and frilly black top that revealed her arms and stomach with high heels that matched the skirt. Yoko wishes to wear more femmine clothing but with the current money crisis in her life this has been forced to be put on hold for now.
Yoko is quite light but fairly tall which seems odd with her childish but sincere expression despite her background.

Personality: Yoko is quite laid back and quiet in class on a usual basis (most likely depending if teachers was absent) but outside school she is sharp, sarcastic, threatning and can be a seducer. If she wants something then she go by any means to get it which was mostly money, clothes or respect but this has sometimes lead to consequences with ther local police.
When she is angry, she has a habit of smiling and talking slowly but threatning which usually result in fighting but she could also keep her cool and takes a lot for her to be speechless. Yoko would always be up for a challenge or dare so if for example it was a race, she would make sure she would put all her effort to become 1st as she sees being last a disgrace.
Yoko had a surprising way of pretending to be your best friend then being your worst nightmare to achieve her goals or just for her own enjoyment which is not a very suitable way to make her classmates believe she totally "harmless" .
Yoko is a acceptable clever student if she focused on the work but she never seems to care if she fell behind with work so her grades suffered. If exams came up and Yoko had the choice of revision or hanging out with the local gang then the case will most likely conclude with the second option.
If a argument dwelt up in the classroom then Yoko concern would be only to defend the side that was the "strongest" which hopefully would raise her popularity status in her own opinion. This is also the case with girls and boys that she hangs around with so her reputation or background will be somewhat forgotten of forgiven for a period of time.
Yoko wasn't particually interested in dating with boys but most possibly if she wanted something or was unentertained then would eventually start taking a medium interest until the mood simply weared off.

Strengths:
Maulipitive - Yoko could eventually break people and gain trust by putting on a act depending on the situation to gain it either pretending to be helpless and weak or flirty and caring depending on the individual person which is likely just to carry out whatever plan she has in mind which could be considered useful in certain circumstances .

Cautious - Yoko always liked to have plans and backup plans if dealing with a problem by herself (and the help of others if needed) which needs to be done ASAP. Yoko will always be on the lookout for threats and be prepared for any surprises in a delicate suituation that needed these attributes.

Sneaky - Yoko had a oddly ability to move without hardly making a sound even when running like a mouse (a talent learnt at oppourtunties to steal from people homes). This was useful for sneaking up on people for mugging and other crimes. Also has a good sense of direction.

Calmness - Yoko has a lot of courage so she is not easily scared or hesitant but more likely to laugh and taunt in the face of danger (probably because of many occasions when she been threatned constantly in the past) .

Weaknesses:
Over confidence - Yoko always seemed to think she come out on top in the situation even when the odds are 1 out of 100.

Reckless - When Yoko has reached boiling point (which takes a lot to do so) it seems she loses control of herself and lashes out in a desperate attempt to be the one in control which is stupid when in a dangerous situation.

Overnight bag:
A little bit of make up, pocket knife, whatever spare clothes Yoko has, condoms (just in case she feels like it), packet of cigerettes, lighter.

Family:
Father - Unknown (Yoko do not know him and continues not to bother having any concern knowing him).

Mother - Nozomi Shimzuki, quiet but always protective towards her children. Is unknown of Yoko or Kyo activities while she is working to gain small amounts of money. Likes to try look her best and look on the bright sides of everything despite current suituation. Yoko gets on fairly well with her but not a signifficent amount of bonding by Kyo.

Siblings - Brother Kyo Shimzuki, 18 years old. Lazy, can be aggressive both verbally and physically and a big pervert and drug addict (mother unknown of this). He blackmails Yoko to keep her activties quiet from their mother by asking for certain...favours. Yoko has no choice despite very much disliking him but tries to avoid him as much as possible. Quite ugly appearence as well that resembles a wild creature like some boar.

Rest of family unknown due to seperation.

Pets - None, had a kitten called Bobby at one time when Yoko was 10 but was discovered several weeks later dead with unknown circumstances.

Curricular activities: Drinking, smoking, stealing, running, fighting, sex (in certain circumstances)gossping...

Classroom behaviour: Yoko dosen't mind keeping to herself but also likes to cause a bit of trouble in the classroom depending on her mood either by chating with the other girls and boys in the class who she sees as simillar in personality to her such as skipping lessons or just sometimes picking fights, bitching or arguments with people she dislikes (mostly the unpopular ones).
Most of the time she dosen't bother with work (even though she has good intelligence) unless it's sports when she can become competive and active (not always in a good way by classmates points of view).

Classroom Clique: Anyone in class (mostly girls but does not mind the boys) who likes doing what Yoko does. Yoko dislikes people who can't stand up for themselves which often results in bullying them. She dosen't call the people she hangs out with friends but of course they are unknown to that unless they get the impression.

"Friends" and enemies:
- Mami Hanasaki, a stupid fake "wannabe popular" SWOT from Yoko prespective.
Although Yoko dosen't like to admit it, Mami is certainly a challenge when it comes to certain sports like volleyball when she is in the right frame of mind and mood. Their are many occasions that Yoko hasn't been able to resist the temptaion to taunt and perhaps boast at Mami until she either rise to her level and mess her up or until she's at least out of her sight to make her feel more relaxed and on top around others. Basically, Yoko sees her as a obstacle.

- Ryo Ikeuchi,

- Miyuki Ishida, a average girl who isn't exactly the bee's knees when it comes to causing havoc and trouble but she does have her a few moments of outrage (if you could call it that) but mostly just takes things in her stride.
Yoko has once tried trying to start on Miyuki but it didn't seem to affect her so Yoko eventually left it. Besides, herself and Miyuki had been placed many times in the same teams for sports like volleyball and tennis so she has gotten to know her slightly which gave Yoko a tiny bit of respect for her to leave her how she is for now(rarely done by Yoko which could say Miyuki should be thankful for that).

- Tomoyo Gentoko, now this is a certain girl that Yoko sees of having a few simillar attributes to herself such as the hack to actually make herself be a bitch like being disruptive and arrogant to teachers and fellow students which made Yoko take a slight interest.
However, like everyone Yoko gets to know she have found most parts of Tomoyo that would just simply irriate her like the fact that could think she be able to overcome something better at her such as sports (although Tomoyo herself knew that she had very little chance in winning aganist her in any sports, probably because of the little effort she put into it.) or anything Yoko was good at. It was because of these causes that they both nearly ended up having a physical fight (of course they have had many verbally) but eventually they "made up". Basically, they are 'frenemies'!

(Please people anyone wanna do relationships than let me know and we can sort something! :D)

Zen Yukio (E6 - F6) A goal needed to complete...

2007-02-10T19:49:43Z

Their was one objective that he must complete - find Imari Ozawa at all costs.
Zen decided on this as soon as he left the mansion (and also the tomb of Chiyo and Haya), he needed to know why she could do such a thing. He wanted to know why he didn't finish him off. He wanted to know why she was playing - of course their was the rules but still... Chiyo and Haya probably did not try to attack or kill her so why did she?

Zen rubbed his eyes once again, he been crying for about fiftteen minutes before he gathered his belongings (also taking the bread and water from Chiyo's bag) and he took her tazer as well which he placed in his back pocket off his jogging bottoms then left the mansion without looking back.

I kinda liked you...

He couldn't believe his ears when Chiyo said those words. How could she possibly want to like him? Was their anything special about him?

Zen shook his head, now wasn't the time to think about who had a crush on who but in his head he said a prayer to her.

Chiyo don't worry I see you again soon...

Zen gazed at the map around his neck - their was quite a few danger zones on the left side of the Island that he was on. Zen thought the best choice for now and hopefully what Imari was thinking was to head over to the right side with less danger zones blocking you in. Then again that where most of the class could be as well...

I have to take some risks though, I can't let anyone slow me down in finding Imari.

If he was correct, he was somewhere in the middle of zone of F6 a little bit near the sea. He was walking on a dusty pathway and was quiet silent expect for the close sound of the waves crashing on the rocks which gave Zen a sense of calmness and relaxation. It did help making him feel positive which hasn't felt since what happened at the mansion...

As Zen turned a corner heading in the direction of Zone G6 his attention was drawn to the small shack or hut on the side of the pathway. Zen hesitated on whenever he should check it out or continue on.

Well it wouldn't hurt to check it out and it would take less than a mintue to have a quick look around and carry on what I was doing...
To be on the safe side, Zen pulled and gripped onto his knife tightly with one hand and stepped cautiously through the open entrance.
It was quite dark but he could see that the only things was a couple of shelves and a few boxes which seem to contain nothing but bits of junk.

"I guess their nothing he-"

BRRATTAA

Bullets flew past his head almost hitting him but blasted holes into the wooden walls in front of Zen who instantly ducked, dropping his bags and quickly turned around facing the shooter.

In the pathway gripping a gun - a sub machine gun to be precise with both hands was a girl! The girl took a step forward and her face was now clearer to recognize because of the smile and her long dark hair which touched her broad shoulder.
It was the face of Sabrin Miyakazaki.

"Sabrin!"

He didn't personally know her and she didn't really communicate with other people in the class except some of the girls on few occasions so she was kinda a bit of a loner but it did not seem to bother her much. She was half american but she looked and acted mature but she could sometimes be loud or lazy.
She was now smiling but looked like she haven't slept in hours and her hair was a little untidy. Her bags was slung over her right shoulder and she was wearing casual clothing not her school uniform (she hardly wear uniform anyway).

"Drop your weapons - both of them unless you wanna die quicker!" Sabrin shouted with the machine gun still pointed at him.
Zen immediatly obeyed which he quickly threw the knife and net across by her feet who smiled oddly in return.

"Thats's a good boy. Would have been simpler if I managed to shoot you the first time but it seems I'm still not use to this gun. After all, this is the first time I shot it but I sure I get use to it soon enough."

"Wha-? So your playing the game Sabrin?" Zen replied, his voice slightly shaky and he was also sweating but his right hand slowly reached for his back pocket...

"Well not to begin with I wasn't, In fact, ever since this game started I been hiding but..." Sabrin took a deep breath but then again smiled " I decided I'm not going to survive this game If i just sit around waiting to die."

Zen felt the hard object in the grasp of his hand and slowly pulled it out, it seemed Sabrin didn't seem to notice what he was doing.

"So...the only way I'm going to be the winner is to participate by killing. I don't normally listen to rules but this is my life on the line and I wanna live." she sighed and continued, "It makes it easier to kill because I'm not close to anyone in this class...Well I thought i should let you know..."
Savbrin gripped the sub machine tighter and he could see her finger reaching for the trigger.

"Just wanted you to know that I got nothing againist you so no hard feelings on this..." Sabrin finished as her finger now ready to pull the trigger.

No! I can't die yet!

Not even hesitating, Zen shoved the front of the tazer into Sabrin's outstretched hand and pushed the button on the side which caused a shock of electricity to suddenly appear. It was lucky that Zen's arms was long and Sabrin was close to him or the consequence would be him ending up dead.
He heard her shriek as the shock caused her arm to jerk up suddenly which caused the sub machine gun to be flung across behind him onto the wooden floor.

Now!

Zen leapt and made a awkward roll causing him to land on his back but he now had the slightly heavy gun in the palm of his hands which he instantly pointed in Sabrin's direction. He could see the expression of confusion and amazement wrote over her face but her glance quickly gazed down upon his knife directly by her left foot.
She wasted no time as her hand swiftly grabbed the knife and ran at Zen with a look of anger and desperation.

Before he knew it, Zen pulled the trigger and the familliar sound of a typewriter came out the end of the gun which rattled in his hand. It seemed like it was happening in slow motion - the bullets hitting the still running Sabrin in the torso and neck and her body was flown back, the knife clattering onto the floor and she laid absolutely still. Then all was silent.

He shot her...shot her and this time it was no accident...not like with Jun.

Zen steadily pushed himself up off his back and stood up trembling. Sabrin body was covered in nothing but blood and her eyes close. He knew that she was dead.

"Oh..." he whispered but he still held onto the sub machine gun. What else could he say? He had killed her - it was as simple as that. But he couldn't forget what he still had to do...He still need to find Imari.

Zen picked up the knife and tazer (which he dropped) and put them at the back of jogging bottoms. He decided not to take the net as it was useless and of no need to him now that he had a gun.
He searched and found clips for the submachine gun in Sabrin bags and placed them in his front pocket, then picked up his own bags he made his way over to Sabrin body and placed her hands over his shoulders.

I'm sorry Sabrin, I hope you be able to forgive me...

Zen walked out the hut and turned right, then holding the sub machine gun tightly he sprinted along the path and out of sight.

(OOC: Ok another post from me hehe enjoy :D )

Zen Yukio (G4) A solid plan.

2006-12-17T14:10:59Z

The day shined with such golden light like from heaven, the blue sky that reminded him of a clear sea surrounding the beams from the sun. The grass was smooth and it's bright colors reflected the sun which brought out colors like a stained glass window - yes he did remember well that day...

Himself and Kakaki was both eight years old and playing in the local park which was one of the hottest day's of the year, both happily slurping the ice cream from their cones. Both their mothers was sitting on the nearby bench talking about the normal grown up stuff. Finishing the last of his ice cream, he turned himself towards Kakaki who was funnily enough looking straight at him but suddenly gave him a childish grin as soon as he looked at her.

"Hey Zen, ther's something i wanted to ask you about..."
Her voice sounded serious but she was still holding her childish grin. Normally, Kakaki was one of those girls who didn't let things bother her and would not have a care in the world. Then again most kids that age was like that but she seemed different at the moment. He nodded for her to continue speaking.

" I heard on the tele last night a program my mom was watching about the diffirent kind's of love there are"

" I heard that when you feel when you really really love someone special,you start to feel funny... Well I think I'm starting to feel funny too."

Her cheeks started to flush but at the time it did'nt make much sense to him and never actually thought about it at all since now, nor had she mentioned it again...
Maybe he really was starting to understand what she meant those years ago but she never told him who it was that she loved loads and maybe that would always be a mystery to him.
He could'nt afford himself now to break down and start thinking of the past instead of thinking of the situation at hand. Something like that was going to end him up dead if he was not careful and alert more.
He put back all his belongings inside his bag but the picture of his mother wasn't deserved to sit their, he wanted her closer to him. He gently laid the slightly crumpled photograph inside his top pocket of his jacket and tapped it confidently. Once everything was back inside the bag except the net and the blood covered knife, he sat himself onto the floor.

Yes, he might be safe at the moment but for how long will that be? He couldn't stay here forever - he needed to think of a plan or some sort of strategy. His only real big options that he could do was search for some of the class - the people that wasn't playing or his friends at least and then all together they could think of a solid plan to get off this damn island.
The program think that they could force them to kill each other, well they got another thing coming!

Before he was going to set off though he would have to have to clean the knife. He would make a decision to tell them about the incident with Jun when the time came. Taking the half - full bottle of water, Zen unscrewed the top and splashed a tiny bit of water onto the blade of the knife which washed most of the red substance. Zen took a rather old tissue from his trouser pocket and wiped the blade clean until the reflection of himself was noticeable.
Laying the bottle back into the bag, he tucked the clean knife inside his belt and slung the net back over his shoulder. Picking up the bags he walked to the barricade and pushed them easily aside which made the clatter of metal hit the ground. He jumped and laid his ear aganist the door - nothing but only the slight sound of crashing waves nearby.
Zen pulled open the door and with one last glance inside the building and outside, he ran down the path with his hopes running high.

( OOC : ok i thought i would do a post cause it feel like the right time to do so and there hasnt been any posts for ages! XD )

My disorder rating

2006-09-03T18:20:29Z

Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low

Zen Yukio Information

2006-09-03T09:25:31Z

Name: Zen Yukio
Age: 16
Birthday: August 18
Grade adverage: B ( does good in english, pe, history, but not very good in science)

History:Zen Yukio birth was not planned. His mother, Yoko Yukio did not find out she was pregenent till she did a test which turned out to be she was 8 weeks pregnent. Even though she was shocked at the news, she was also quite happy that she be having her first child. Through the past experiences of caring for her neighbours children when she was a teenager she actually quite enjoyed it. Now she would be having her own who she can love and spoil whenever possible.
The father of Zen Yukio, Yositoki did not know of this news of Yoko having his son. However, even if he did he would pay this no matter but Yoko was quite alrite with bringing up the child on her own.
Since the time between Zen was born and 12 years later, Zen Yukio was a cheerful, humerous but also understanding and protective child. Yoko was very pleased to bring up such a wonderful son. She was only 29 but her love for him stayed since she first laid eyes on him and will always stay the same. However all good things comes to an end.
Yoko died of unknown reasons in her and Zen home and was discovered by neighbours. Zen Yukio was stunned when hearing the news when returning home from school and the first time was this when he experienced anguish and loneyiness as the one he loved most and also his best friend gone.
4 years passed which Zen moved in with foster parents who was quite happy in taking Zen in. They also had had a daughter, Kakaki which Zen got on happily with.
He still stayed the same boy he was since the time with his mother. He had plenty of friends ( and a few girlfriends every now and again) but his best friend was a girl by the name of Nanomi Kenzu. Ever since she helped out in class with him they got along great. Unknown to Zen, Nanomi had acutually a crush on him but had never told anyone.

Apperance: Zen eyes colour was the same as his mother, Hazel brown whick which of a attracting apperance. Zen hairstyle was a bit scruffy but it suited him so nobody ever complained and it was light black. He was medium height ( about 180cm) and was quite heavy but this could be of all the excersies Zen liked to do but he was certainly not fat and was a healthy teenager.
Zen liked to wear mostly bright, fancy clothing( mostly sport gear)and would always go to the bathroom to get change after school out of his uniform. Three one thing that Zen alway wore round his neck a metal but light necklance in the shape of a cross. His Foster parents gave it a week after he came which he was proud to keep ever since. Zen posture would always be leaning aganist something like a wall but if not, would be relaxing back in a chair if nearby.

Personality:
Advantages: Zen would always be looking out for people and always be smiling. even though he wasnt the violent looking for trouble type, if he knew he or someone else would be hit he would mostly be protective and try and calm down the suituation. However Zen can be quite good when it comes to fighting to protect himself or others ( probably all the kickboxing he does ). As he had good stamina from long distant running, he can run for miles before being out of breath. zen also had a good way of gaining people trust and not failing that trust as Zen liked to be honest and always kept promises. He aslo good at being quite calm under pressure
Disadvantages:Zen was smart but not smart enough when it came to stuff to do with logic or facts. Also as he trusted people easily it was also easy for people to make themselves beliveable and trustworthy to Zen and taking advantage of him. Also Zen was not the exact ideal type to come to when creating tools and items.

Overnight bag: Towel, Tracksuit and trainers, Pocket knife, Apple, Photo of Mother.

Father: Yoshitoki,not much information known as Zen never met his real father.
Mother: Yoko Yukio, a happy loving young women who raised Zen alone. Died of mysterious circumstances. ( More information in History)
Siblings: Foster parents Sachachi and Mizhuo Kiyaki who was quite a religious couple but very kind and caring and treated Zen aso one of their own. Foster sister, Kakaki was 16 and was a cheerful fun girl who Zen got along very well with.

Extra/curriclar activities: Doing many sports such as sprinting, swimming, basketball. Hanging out with friends and reading ( mostly about learning other languages which he was quite talented at getting the hand at)

Classroom Behaviour: Zen would mostly be with a small group of friends telling jokes or just chatting. He got along well with everyone in class but advoid the ones at times who had bad reputations. He also manages to get on the good side with his teachers.
His english teacher,Mr Hakashiki quoted in his reports that " Even thought Zen Yukio was at times a bit disruptive in the class with a few of his close friends, Zen always managed to complete his work at least at a good standard. Zen is a funny, cheerful student that i enjoy to teach."

Friends and enemies: He would hang round with a small group of boys and occasilly some girls. His best friend was Nanomi Kenzu but she was in a diffrent class.
Student relationship in class:
Kaori Matano, one of the girls in his class was who he got along with alright as she was funny and good to talk with. Also Zen would look out for Kaori as he was one of his special friends out of the few he had.
Imari Ogawa, was another girl in his class that he got along good with. She was bit quiet and had only a few friends but Zen liked her. He knew about her short tempers but he knew her limits well enough and Zen would only have to say a few jokes to cheer her up so he thought he was sure he was in her good books out of at least the people she knew.
Minami Satsuya, what Zen thought of her was really cute and fun to be around and also one of the smartest student in the class which he was impressed of. It seemed to him like she was eager to have friends and she always had her small group of friends. If she wasnt with them, he noticed in class that she would be writing in her notebook ( which she usually got in trouble with the teacher) or be quietly singing a familar tune from pop songs that Zen was famillar with. On the whole, Zen thought she was a great friend and maybe in a way, kinda liked her but of course she didnt know this.
Zen didnt really hav enemies ( not that he knew of) but there was students in the class he would just leave them be as they are.

( If you like to have a relation with Zen, then please send me a message and we can sort something out.)