Scarf Blade
Ok, what did I do now?
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- Seen Jul 6, 2012
"I still think that old man is full of crap. None of us did anything, and if his story was true, then wouldn't you think at least one of us would try to kill other students while attacking the beast?" Kiroku asked. His voice was weak; his lack of will to conjure was barely enough to keep him walking as he suppressed the pain from his only injury in the fight. At first it felt like nothing, but when the combat high settled he progressively felt crappy. It didn't feel like he was bleeding on the inside, but the place where the turned student had hit him stung worse. Whatever powers he had, it was only usable in combat. "And wouldn't that mysterious lady that appeared from nowhere and called all that be more of a lead than us? Something tells me that this whole mess isn't simple. If it was, and that headmaster is correct, then this world is seriously screwed. On the other hand, all of us Earthlings being summoned may mean that we're the one's going to fix this mess. Then again, with such a rude take on the matter, I may not want to fix any of this. Goodbye." With that, the boy separated from the group and traveled his own way to Miharu's room.
As it turned out, a simple recount of the route to the Great Hall wasn't going to help. When he took one wrong turn somewhere, he immediately felt lost. This school was no doubt huge, and navigating it would take a while to master. There was also his physical and mental conditions to think about. The stomach pain was at most a mild annoyance, but he was mentally spent after his outburst. His legs could move fine, but he still staggered like he had been fatigued by days of battle. It was a war inside his head-- he didn't want to go back to Earth, but this new world was reminding him of the old one, as well. Random students walking by took on the shadowy contours of people from Earth. They'd give him a strange look if a particularly vengeful-looking one made the boy recoil. Ultimately, he felt weak and teetering between sanity and insanity. "I don't want to go back... I don't want to go back... Miharu...? Where are you?" Kiroku muttered to himself occasionally. She was nowhere to be found. "You have the key, Miharu. I can't go in without you... I don't want to go back..."
"Hey, kid!" a male voice called from down the hall. Kiroku looked up, seeing the shade of a more sinister person from Earth. His cruel, dark stare paralyzed the boy where he stood and walked over to him. The shade was getting bigger as it advanced, and by the time it was a few feet away its back was hitting the ceiling. Kiroku stepped back in attempt to get some needed air. "What's with the weapon? You'll give people the wrong idea walking around like that."
"Stay back! I'm warning you!!" Kiroku yelled back, raising his weapon in defense, "I don't want to go back! I'd rather go to the real Hell!!" Everything was coming back to haunt him at once. Bitter emotions bottled deep down were trying to surface-- trying to abuse his state of weakness. It was all so confusing.
"Easy, easy!" the teacher said, raising his arms in front of him, "I'm not going to hurt you. I heard about what happened down at the Hall, and it must've been really scary for you." The man peered at the boy's clothes after taking a second look. They were casual wear for sure. Inappropriate for school functions, so he must've been one of those commoner familiars that have been rumored to have been summoned today. Why he was alone and walking around with the weapon like the Reaper was looking for him was a more puzzling question. Maybe he saw it and was separated in the confusion? "Lower your weapon, and I'll help you. Are you lost?" Kiroku didn't respond with words. Instead, he muttered to himself as he relaxed his grip and slumped out of stance. He was still tense, though, because he couldn't see the teacher as anything but the shade. His legs trembled in his uncertainty. "There we go. Now, where were you headed?"
"M-M-Miharu's room," Kiroku hesitantly answered.
"Miharu? So, you're her familiar?" the teacher asked, placing a firm hand on the boy's shoulder, "I'll take you there." Directing the boy with his hand, the teacher took him back through the corridor and was leading him in the right direction. But man, the teacher was thinking to himself, did this boy look like hell. It was hard to say what might've happened, but he must be going through some kind of hysteria. Often times familiars develop a sense of shock soon after being summoned. If something traumatizing had happened or been seen, like the boy turning and attacking in the Great Hall, then that would explain the erratic behavior. At least in theory; there's no telling what might have set the boy off (then again, the incident in the Great Hall seemed a more likely event).
*****
"Here we are. Miharu's door should be the fifth down on the left," the teacher said, pushing lightly on the boy's shoulder, "I haven't seen her around, but if I do I'll tell her you're waiting for her."
"Th-thank you," Kiroku said as he bowed with respect. With that, Kiroku walked down the corridor alone and arrived at the door mentioned. Knocking on it, Kiroku called for his mage on the other side. He tried several times, but it didn't seem to work. She still hasn't returned? Even after being lost for what seemed to be an hour! Could she have already fallen back to sleep? Or maybe he didn't do as well to deserve that nod...
In any case, the boy stepped aside and let his back lean against the wall. Slumping down to the ground, he lowered his head and hugged the naginata close. He wanted to feel close to something, and all he had was the weapon he picked up. Slowly, the boy yawned as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. It was a troubled sleep, and the shadows that he was seeing were all the more stronger in his own head. Unrestrained, they gathered and haunted his mind without remorse.
Eventually, the boy was laying on the floor in a deep sleep. A troubled look was on his face, and he was occasionally muttering "I don't want to go back." There was also a tear on the side of his face; it had managed to escape, and refused to slide down the boy's face any further.
As it turned out, a simple recount of the route to the Great Hall wasn't going to help. When he took one wrong turn somewhere, he immediately felt lost. This school was no doubt huge, and navigating it would take a while to master. There was also his physical and mental conditions to think about. The stomach pain was at most a mild annoyance, but he was mentally spent after his outburst. His legs could move fine, but he still staggered like he had been fatigued by days of battle. It was a war inside his head-- he didn't want to go back to Earth, but this new world was reminding him of the old one, as well. Random students walking by took on the shadowy contours of people from Earth. They'd give him a strange look if a particularly vengeful-looking one made the boy recoil. Ultimately, he felt weak and teetering between sanity and insanity. "I don't want to go back... I don't want to go back... Miharu...? Where are you?" Kiroku muttered to himself occasionally. She was nowhere to be found. "You have the key, Miharu. I can't go in without you... I don't want to go back..."
"Hey, kid!" a male voice called from down the hall. Kiroku looked up, seeing the shade of a more sinister person from Earth. His cruel, dark stare paralyzed the boy where he stood and walked over to him. The shade was getting bigger as it advanced, and by the time it was a few feet away its back was hitting the ceiling. Kiroku stepped back in attempt to get some needed air. "What's with the weapon? You'll give people the wrong idea walking around like that."
"Stay back! I'm warning you!!" Kiroku yelled back, raising his weapon in defense, "I don't want to go back! I'd rather go to the real Hell!!" Everything was coming back to haunt him at once. Bitter emotions bottled deep down were trying to surface-- trying to abuse his state of weakness. It was all so confusing.
"Easy, easy!" the teacher said, raising his arms in front of him, "I'm not going to hurt you. I heard about what happened down at the Hall, and it must've been really scary for you." The man peered at the boy's clothes after taking a second look. They were casual wear for sure. Inappropriate for school functions, so he must've been one of those commoner familiars that have been rumored to have been summoned today. Why he was alone and walking around with the weapon like the Reaper was looking for him was a more puzzling question. Maybe he saw it and was separated in the confusion? "Lower your weapon, and I'll help you. Are you lost?" Kiroku didn't respond with words. Instead, he muttered to himself as he relaxed his grip and slumped out of stance. He was still tense, though, because he couldn't see the teacher as anything but the shade. His legs trembled in his uncertainty. "There we go. Now, where were you headed?"
"M-M-Miharu's room," Kiroku hesitantly answered.
"Miharu? So, you're her familiar?" the teacher asked, placing a firm hand on the boy's shoulder, "I'll take you there." Directing the boy with his hand, the teacher took him back through the corridor and was leading him in the right direction. But man, the teacher was thinking to himself, did this boy look like hell. It was hard to say what might've happened, but he must be going through some kind of hysteria. Often times familiars develop a sense of shock soon after being summoned. If something traumatizing had happened or been seen, like the boy turning and attacking in the Great Hall, then that would explain the erratic behavior. At least in theory; there's no telling what might have set the boy off (then again, the incident in the Great Hall seemed a more likely event).
*****
"Here we are. Miharu's door should be the fifth down on the left," the teacher said, pushing lightly on the boy's shoulder, "I haven't seen her around, but if I do I'll tell her you're waiting for her."
"Th-thank you," Kiroku said as he bowed with respect. With that, Kiroku walked down the corridor alone and arrived at the door mentioned. Knocking on it, Kiroku called for his mage on the other side. He tried several times, but it didn't seem to work. She still hasn't returned? Even after being lost for what seemed to be an hour! Could she have already fallen back to sleep? Or maybe he didn't do as well to deserve that nod...
In any case, the boy stepped aside and let his back lean against the wall. Slumping down to the ground, he lowered his head and hugged the naginata close. He wanted to feel close to something, and all he had was the weapon he picked up. Slowly, the boy yawned as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. It was a troubled sleep, and the shadows that he was seeing were all the more stronger in his own head. Unrestrained, they gathered and haunted his mind without remorse.
Eventually, the boy was laying on the floor in a deep sleep. A troubled look was on his face, and he was occasionally muttering "I don't want to go back." There was also a tear on the side of his face; it had managed to escape, and refused to slide down the boy's face any further.