[Kougyoku's body hits the floor with a wet thunk, and Ryou's gun clatters down to follow her. He can't breath as he looks down at the limp body before him, the weight of what he'd done sinking momentarily in...before he's suddenly gripped with panic. He had to hide the evidence. The others where going to find out that he killed Kougyoku. After all he said, after swearing he wouldn't, after telling Peko the incentives probably weren't real! And he...he was going to die too. Unless he could hide it.
Looming over Kougyoku for what seems like an eternity, he realizes he has to remove the bullet, but even after dropping to his knees and rooting through her hair, all his efforts get him are blood soaked hands and a growing lump in his throat.
His mind is racing as he gets back to his feet, pacing around the armory gripping his chest. It's hard to breath, it's hard to walk with how badly he's shaking. From across the armory, something catches his eyes. A shield. A way to hide the bullet wound, and to get the bullet. If he could do that, then they wouldn't know it was him. They wouldn't know...
Ryou walks over and grabs the shield, hefting it back over to Kougyoku's body. He sits over her, gulping and shaking as he levels it over her head. As he closes his eyes, he thrusts all his weight against it. He starts humming to distract himself, to try and block out the noise. It's all too much. As he rises to his feet with the bullet, blood soaking his shirt and face, the dead man beside him moves.
Sometime between the moment they made eye contact, and the moment it took for Ryou to process the fact he had a witness, he'd panicked and hit Norway with the shield as well, knocking what little life was left of him out.
The shield hits the ground and Ryou lets out a dry whimper. Nothing matter right now except hiding the evidence. What he'd done was horrible behind recognition, and he didn't want anybody to know. Amane wasn't even in the picture.
Ryou grabs a few of the nearby swords and drags them over. Nobody would believe it was him, he's sure, he's sure... He's shaking and sweating and unable to look as he does it, but he's sure.
By the time he's finished, Ryou's standing in a pool of blood and water, drenched and staring at what he's done.]
O-oh god... Oh god... oh god oh godohgod...[Ryou slowly sinks to his knees, his hands twisted into his hair and his skin damp in a cold sweat. Nausea kicks in a few moments later as he starts to come down from the adrenaline, and as he sits hunched over on the ground trying to keep himself together he notices the skeleton key that fell out of Kougyoku's pocket.]
2/2 the tl;dr continues
The others where going to find out that he killed Kougyoku. After all he said, after swearing he wouldn't, after telling Peko the incentives probably weren't real! And he...he was going to die too. Unless he could hide it.
Looming over Kougyoku for what seems like an eternity, he realizes he has to remove the bullet, but even after dropping to his knees and rooting through her hair, all his efforts get him are blood soaked hands and a growing lump in his throat.
His mind is racing as he gets back to his feet, pacing around the armory gripping his chest. It's hard to breath, it's hard to walk with how badly he's shaking. From across the armory, something catches his eyes. A shield. A way to hide the bullet wound, and to get the bullet. If he could do that, then they wouldn't know it was him. They wouldn't know...
Ryou walks over and grabs the shield, hefting it back over to Kougyoku's body. He sits over her, gulping and shaking as he levels it over her head. As he closes his eyes, he thrusts all his weight against it. He starts humming to distract himself, to try and block out the noise. It's all too much. As he rises to his feet with the bullet, blood soaking his shirt and face, the dead man beside him moves.
Sometime between the moment they made eye contact, and the moment it took for Ryou to process the fact he had a witness, he'd panicked and hit Norway with the shield as well, knocking what little life was left of him out.
The shield hits the ground and Ryou lets out a dry whimper. Nothing matter right now except hiding the evidence. What he'd done was horrible behind recognition, and he didn't want anybody to know. Amane wasn't even in the picture.
Ryou grabs a few of the nearby swords and drags them over. Nobody would believe it was him, he's sure, he's sure... He's shaking and sweating and unable to look as he does it, but he's sure.
By the time he's finished, Ryou's standing in a pool of blood and water, drenched and staring at what he's done.]
O-oh god... Oh god... oh god oh godohgod...[Ryou slowly sinks to his knees, his hands twisted into his hair and his skin damp in a cold sweat. Nausea kicks in a few moments later as he starts to come down from the adrenaline, and as he sits hunched over on the ground trying to keep himself together he notices the skeleton key that fell out of Kougyoku's pocket.]