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[ He's out cold. Norway, that is—his serene face was now marred by bruises and blood. A tooth might have fallen out of his mouth, but she can't tell in the dark. She wouldn't check, anyway; it isn't part of her plan.

Mr. Spain will definitely hate me.

She draws blood from Norway's flesh and, although she hesitates, smears it on the door, on the brass knob. Cold sweat runs down her forehead. Maybe this is what it means to make sacrifices. The trip down the rest of the stairs is a journey she takes with constant short breaths. Kougyoku may be a warrior, but her body isn't meant for labor. ]

Hah! [ With one final pull, she gets Norway's body off the stairs and onto the floor, dragging him to the center. The torches that light the room paint the walls with an ominous glow. ] Ahahaha... finally! They should have placed this armory next to our quarters if they wanted to get a murder done.

[ That would be a very stupid mistake on the blueprints, but Kougyoku is also a princess, not an architect. ]

[Ryou slaps his hands over his mouth to stifle a cry as Kougyoku enters the room. His heart was pounding deafeningly loud in his ears, his hands shaking with adrenaline he couldn't do anything with.

He could see Norway, and a sickening dread seemed to suffocate him; Norway wasn't dead yet, and that meant Kougyoku was going to kill him here! What should he do?! He'll just have to stay put and wait for her to leave. He can't leave now, she might see him...and then...

For the time being he tears his eyes away, looking down at his feet and glancing nervously up every few seconds to make sure he hasn't been spotted.]

[ Ryou is lucky. Kougyoku only has eyes for her victim. She can't let him go now. Her golden hairpin glistens under the flickering flames as she pulls it out of its holster once more. She leans in to grab his face with her free hand, squeezing his cheeks. ]

Well, Mr. Norway, I suppose you wish you had helped me avenge Kouha when you still had the chance. Ah, no need to apologize. [ She lets go of his face, almost as if throwing him back on the stone floor as she straightens up and walks away from his body. ] What is done is done, right? It's impossible to take it back.

You may not have done much, but don't you fret. [ Her fingers run down the length of her pin, long and sharp. ] I know what you can do.

[This was torture to hear, let alone watch. How long was Kougyoku going to drag this out? He was going to be sick, and the sight of all that blood clashing against Norway's hair... Maybe he was already dead? Ryou could only hope, because then this would be painless for him.

But if he wasn't... Kougyoku was going to end it now. At least the next trial would be easy, as morbid as a that thought was.

Looking down at his feet again, unable to stop himself from listening, Ryou couldn't help but think about the incentive. He had had a chance to bring Amane back, but the price was too high. He couldn't kill an innocent person. Kougyoku, on the other hand, seemed more than willing.

She even seemed to be enjoying herself. It made his stomach churn. She always seemed so nice...]

[ Then it happens.

Her hairpin glows, and out of nowhere, a spear of water thrusts itself into Norway's chest. His blood stains his clothes, one more strike might have been enough, but she keeps going. One by one, more spears rain on his body. One by one, they stab and pierce and wound and let bleed. ]

Die, die, die, die.

[ Why did Kouha have to suffer? No one even let him die in glory or keep his dignity. It wasn't fair.

She laughs. It's a joke, isn't it? It's the only way she can cope with the way things are now. ]

Ah! [Oh god, oh god he was going to be sick. Ryou brought his knees up and curled against them, his hands covering his ears. Kougyoku wasn't going to get away with this, so what was the point? She used her magic, there was no way...

And here he was, sitting and doing nothing. Letting Norway die. Letting her waste an incentive that could have brought his sister back. Amane, who he couldn't help even now when he had the chance. He was pathetic...

Ryou's eyes glance back up at the scene, his stomach reeling. He couldn't do it...because he couldn't kill an innocent person. But Kougyoku... She wasn't innocent anymore, right?

She was a murderer.

His sister deserved to live more than a murderer who was going to die in trial anyway.

That uncharacteristically cruel thought hazed any sense Ryou had left in him. The gory scene before him, the incentive, the stress from this entire "game" had just sent him over the edge. Quietly standing back up, Ryou gulps and reaches for the gun he'd been keeping on him today. She wasn't looking, he could sneak up on her.

It wouldn't hurt. In fact, it would hurt a lot less than the execution the producers were going to give her.

He was going to bring back Amane. Kougyoku was going to die tomorrow anyway. If he didn't do this, she could turn around and kill him next--it's not like it would be difficult. He was a witness now. He had to... He didn't have a choice. He didn't have a choice. He didn't have a choice.

That's what he kept telling himself as he quietly snuck up behind her, his knees shaking as he brought the gun up to nearly touch the back of her head before pulling the trigger in a deafening bang.]

[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.]

Edited 2014-07-25 16:26 (UTC)

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100 years later i'm sorry

it was worth the wait =w=

oops i forgot about his cracked skull i think, let's pretend it happened

it totally happened

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2/2 the tl;dr continues