Sunday, 18 January 2009
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13th Theatre Presents. . .
Candycane Flaws
Hurried Destruction
You didn’t really bother with hiding it, you just dumped it into your bookbag, alongside a box of matches. It didn’t really matter if you got caught, really. You were doing the world a favor, not to mention saving yourself from something humongously worse. Throughout the train ride, it felt like people were staring at you, everyone on the train, even though it was so crowded most people were just closing their eyes and ignoring anything more solid than music.
You got off hurriedly, ignoring the jostling and aiming to be one of the first out of the station, striding quickly down the streets. As you walked, your bag bumped against your leg, and the movement made your stomach twist in knots. Chill. It’ll all be over quickly.
Yeah. Right. Quick like a bunny, right? Or was that a mongoose? Either way, it didn’t change that every second seemed to be crawling by like a crippled, overburdened ant. You forced yourself not to sigh in exasperation as you moved forward, passing a coffee shop and resisting the urge to dash in for an espresso, just to calm your nerves.
The school wasn’t empty when you got there, and you paused for a moment, trying to think back on what you normally did.
Sit at your desk. Shoot. Maybe you could skip P.E or something. That would only be in a few hours. . . No, too long, you could feel it-
"Hey, [name]-chan!"
You froze, gaping for a moment at Fuko, as if she’d grown a third eye. She smiled innocently back at you, cocking her head, "[name]-chan?"
Haruka peered at you, knocking her long black hair over her shoulder and squinting her large eyes, "You seem out of it. Got a date with someone?"
Fuko almost clapped her hands, grinning at Haruka, "That would be so cool!"
Could it be. . . Fuko. . . has maybe. . .never had a boyfriend?
"That sort of depends on the guy, Fuko-chan," Haruka was saying, "I mean, if it was Ryoichi-san, it would be sort of meh and weird, but if it was for, say, Light-kun . . ."
You saw, over Haruka’s shoulder, Ryoichi flinch slightly. It was a well known fact that he had a monster crush on Haruka, while meanwhile, Haruka really liked Light.
"I don’t think Ryoichi-kun is that bad," you found yourself saying, "I mean, he’s sort of odd, but that just means you won’t get bored, right?"
Funny looks all around. Okay, maybe you were missing something.
"Do you, maybe. . . like Ryoichi-san?" Fuko asked, leaning forward to peer at you. You drew back.
"Wha- No!" that was a repulsive idea indeed, "I’m just saying, oddness isn’t that bad!"
"Uh-huh. . ." neither of them seemed convinced and you felt your face heat. That just wasn’t fair. First you find a murderous book, or the book of a murderer that happens to be able to kill people, now your two sort-of-friends (hey, you’d only known them for five days or so) think you have a crush on the weirdest guy in class.
The weirdest guy in class who also happened to be staring at you. Damn it, he was totally eves dropping!
Damn it if you weren’t going to use it to your advantage though. Standing, you quickly excused yourself to the bathroom.
"Do you think we went too far?" you heard Fuko ask. But before Haruka could respond, you’d left the classroom, striding to the bathroom, and cursing how obvious you were being. You’d have to skip class today, to at least even it out a little, although it probably didn’t make much difference.
Things would be fine as long as you made certain no one could identify the book. Stepping into the bathroom, you scoured around for somewhere to hide, since stalls wouldn’t really be the easiest way to go about things, and eventually just settled for wedging your bag in between the hinges of the door, shuffling through it before ripping out the the book by a corner of it’s cover and pulling out the matches.
First things first- it would burn more thoroughly if you tore up the pages. Setting the box of matches down, you grabbed a fistful of pages and pulled, smoothing them down over the sink counter to rip them carefully into strips, and then small squares. You couldn’t manage to rip the cover once you finished, so you just dropped it on the pages and struck a match, letting it fall onto the paper.
The whole thing flared up immediately, and you didn’t wait for it to gather momentum, snatching up your bag and dashing out of the bathroom to make your way out of the school.
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The adults didn’t get back to the house till after you anyway, so you didn’t worry about the odd stares on the train or what people would think. You weren’t going to get in trouble once you made it back to the large building, and you were already peacefully forgetting about the deadly book.
The first thing you did was flip on the news.
" . . . . InterPOL is mobilizing to investigate the many deaths that have happened to prisoners on a worldwide scale, however there has been no word as of yet from the Japanese police. . . ."
The world fuzzed out for a moment, and you scrunched up, trying to remember why this freaked you out so much.
Something about a book . .. OMGTHAT1L1KETOTALLY. . .no, that wasn’t it. . . .
Rubbing your forehead and closing your eyes didn’t either, so you eventually just picked up the remote, flipping through the channels and eventually settling on Sakura TV.
"It is a stunning thought to think that Kobayashi-san could have been the first victim of this mass killing, but there is no other way to explain the deaths. . . ."
That was it.
The remote fell from your hand, dropping to the soft carpet.
That was it. The book. The killing book with the bloodstained page.
Scrambling to your feet, you hurried to find the newspaper from the morning before, before deciding to just go to bed. You had school the next day, and you couldn’t go with a headache like this.
So you just collapsed on top of the blankets, not bothering to change, or even to write anything down. You should really tell the police now, before you forget. . . something whispered in the back of your head.
You brushed it off. After all, who would believe you?
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The next day, you got up, got dressed like normal, and stepped out to get your breakfast. The Sato’s were already eating, but Mrs. Sato looked up from her rice as you emerged.
"You’re school’s closed," she told you, finishing the last of it, muttering a small thanks and standing, "There’s no reason to attend."
She left, walking quickly, and followed soon after by her husband.
School closed? You didn’t bother to ask why, having a sneaking suspicion but not being quite certain what it was. Not the best grounds for questioning. But you were free to do whatever, huh?
Something like. . . .
Hanging out with Friends, chapter Eight
Lounging around and relaxing, chapter Nine
Homework. You didn’t get any done last night, chapter Ten
Taking a walk to clear your head. You’d be better afterwards, chapter Eleven
This is the third chapter of a CYOA I'm doing for Death Note. I'm very proud of myself for finishing it, if not on schedule, than in a timely manner. Yay for Min-chan!
Full story published on Lunaescence.com under Murder-chan.
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