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>>1433081
>"I'm not sure what to make of an archdemon dragging me away"
Glad to see you're back, QM

>>1433081
>”You might have to roll me around in a wheelchair.”
HA HA! Time for best quest.

>>1433081
>”You might have to roll me around in a wheelchair~”

>>1433081
>”You might have to roll me around in a wheelchair~"

Writing. I forgot how short 15 minutes were

>>1433093
Glad to be back!

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”I’m not sure what to make of an archdemon dragging me away,” you say, “Shouldn’t I be horrified?”

“Ohoho, that is true,” Yamikigo nods, “But it’s me, so it’s okay, for I am quite magnanimous!”

You dramatically sigh, “Then I can’t say no, can I? But, you might have to roll me around in a wheelchair~”

“That’s fine!”

The nurse’s voice jumps in. “There’s one by the door that you came in by. You can take it for a day.”

“Thanks Mr. Kankoko,” you say as you’re helped over. You drop down, letting out a breath of relief.

As you are rolled out, Yamikigo says, “Katsuya, Katsuya, why don’t you do that thing anymore?”

“...What thing?”

“The thing! Like...” she says she leans to your side. She puts a hand outward and reach toward to the end of the hallway. “PSI BLAST! Something like that, when you pose and stuff!”

Your jaw unhinges. “NoOO! That was a long time ago! Don’t remind me!”

“Aww, what? I thought it was awesome. Do it again!”

“No! I refuse!”

“I won’t push you along!” she pouts, “Please...?”

“Gaahh...” you say, “F-fine.” Begrudgingly, you raise a hand. “T-there’s no way I’d lose to someone like you...”

“Ahhh, you said it!” she squeals. Someone passes by and gives you a strange look, and your face reddens.

“Are... are we done? Can we get moving?”

”Heheh, of course.”
>”I’m never doing that again.”
>”Where... where are you taking me?”
>”Wait... aren’t you supposed to be running a food stall right now?”
>”What’s in the bag?”
>Write-in.

>>1433206
>What's in the bag?

>>1433206
>”What’s in the bag?”

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>>1433206
>”What’s in the bag?”

>>1433206
>”Wait... aren’t you supposed to be running a food stall right now?”

>>1433206
>”I’m never doing that again.”
>”Wait... aren’t you supposed to be running a food stall right now?”

>>1433086
Usagi a cute.

Writing
Sorry about the delays that are probably going to happen, I'm feeling the rust

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“What’s in the bag?”

“...Oh! Right,” she says. She lifts it up and reaches in. Carefully, she takes out a small box and places it on your lap. It’s warm. When you open it, you find takoyaki inside and a toothpick. “I thought you might be hungry, so even though I had to face an powerful foe, I managed to leave with the spoils of victory!”

“Wha... what?” you say, your stomach growing as if the smell of food had awaked it. “Well, thanks, Yamikigo. Although the way we’re headed, we could’ve gotten them together.”

“Eheheh,” she tilts her head, “I was hungry too.”

You smile, “Right.”

You pop an octopus ball in your mouth and let the sweet, sweet tide of comfort wash over your body. By the time you realize anything, you find yourself outside with an empty box that you toss into a garbage can.

“Ahh, I feel like I’m missing out, almost,” you say.

“You still have the rest of today and tomorrow since your next match is on Wednesday.”

You briefly look at your bandages, and then give a silent thanks to magic. Mostly the nurse’s magic. So helpful, if only—

It’s Yamikigo’s stomach’s turn to start growling.

You turn around to see her embarrassed.

“W-what are you looking at?”

“Didn’t you just eat?”

“Y-yeah? What about it!?” she says, “An Empress has a large appetite!”

“R-right,” you say, looking at the shifting crowd.

You listen to the din of the students and adults talking and checking it all out. The food stalls, the small events and exhibits that crowd over the courtyard.

“Wait... aren’t you supposed to be running a food stall right now?” you ask.

“I-I’m on my break,” she answers, looking away.

“You’re hiding something!”

“No I’m not!”

You sigh.
>Check out your class’s stall.
>Check out class 1A’s stall.
>Check around.
>FOOD.
>Write-in.

>>1433350
>FOOD.

>>1433350
>Check out class 1A’s stall.

>>1433350
>FOOD.

>>1433350
>FOOD.
Fill the howling void inside us.

>>1433350
>FOOD.

Writing

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“Food,” you say.

“Food!” Yamikigo suddenly breaks down, “So much food, there’s no way I can just stay in my stall! All these delicious fried foods, my mouth is watering when I’m only standing here! I was going to go insane!”

“I can feel my veins clogging already,” you resign to your fate. “Let’s go, I’m still starving! I haven’t eaten since this morning!”

The next few moments aren’t some you want to recall. Filled exclusively with you and Yamikigo going from food stall to food stall shoveling food down your throats, you almost wondered, at one point, whether you were regressing into some sort of animal, perhaps a trash panda that rummages through people’s fridge. You two didn’t even give the food unrelated ones a glance.

“Why are these so good!?” you say, devouring karaage. “Mmfmmf thank mfyou... Nishishio...”

Yamikigo rips a piece of katsu out with her mouth as her hair goes flying, “Mmmf! What are these flavors!?”

As you swallow the last mouthful, Yamikigo suddenly stops. You realize why when you breathe in. An unbelievable stench flows forth, creeping as if someone sinister has been summoned from the 7th circle of hell. It’s sour, but not just sour, it’s tinged with death and an indescribable odor that threatens to knock you out into next week.

You cover your nose, “What... what in the world!?”

“What foul sorceries?!”

A booming voice, “Welcome, welcome! Don’t be afraid, try our classic Nishishio delicacy: the pickled levia! It’s made with 100% Nishioshio sea salt, sure to cure all of your ailments!”

Horrifyingly enough, there’s a small crowd there, and unsurprisingly, they’re all in Nishishio uniform of some sort. Almost all. There’s one or two Tetsuyashi kids looking curious and mortified, but are still brave enough to walk close. The guy standing in front of the stall shouting looks at you. Uh oh.

“Hey hey hey!”

You turn around in a panic. “Yamikigo, get us out of here, now!”

“O-okay!”

The Nishishio boy steps in. He’s in his short sleeved school uniform, arms crossed. “Whoa hold on now, you look a bit hesitant!”

“Of course I am, who wouldn’t be!?” you answer.

“Well I’ll tell you what, why don’t we play a game?”

“No thanks,—“

“Now now, hold on. How about this? You try some of our pickled levias, and if you hate it, I’ll pay you the cost of twenty of them!”

“W-what the hell!?” you say.
>”No way, I’m out of here!”
>”Fourty, and you have a deal!”
>”Yamikigo...?”
>”What the hell is a levia!?”
>Write-in.

>>1433568
>>”Fourty, and you have a deal!”
Fortune favors the bold.

>>1433568
>"What the hell is a levia?"

>>1433568
>No way, I'm out of here!
They're probably free or something, so twenty times zero is still zero. I don't trust it.

>>1433568
>"Look, behind you! A three-headed monkey!"
>RUN

>>1433568
>>”What the hell is a levia!?”

>>1433568
>”Fourty, and you have a deal!”
Fuck it, the doctor'll fix us if we mess this up.

>>1433568
>”What the hell is a levia!?”
And how much do they cost?

>inb4 the cost of one of them is 0

>>1433621
Let's say, the equivalent of four dollars?

>>1433644
>”Fourty, and you have a deal!”
Why not.

Ending voting.

Alright, I'm going to need some 1d100 rolls.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1433667
See me roll a 1

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1433667

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>>1433667
seriously though what the hell is a Levia

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1433667

Writing.

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“What the hell is a levia!?”

“Why, that’s a good question!” he says, “It’s short for leviathan, you know, the long, scaley, hundreds-of-meters-long snakelike beasts that resides in the lovely Nishishio sea—“

“W-what!?” you say, “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

A huge grin appears on his face, “I’m not, and here you have a chance get a taste of such magnificent creatures yourself~”

Yamikigo looks at you, “Katsuya...?”

You stare down. Are you... are you...!?

“Make it fourty and you have a deal!” you shout.

Yamikigo says, “Katsuya, no!”

The boy pulls back, “Well said, Katsuya!” He spins around to the stall where his exasperated classmates hand him a styofoam cup filled with... something... green...

“Oh no,” you whisper. More and more people come by, curious at what’s going on. Most of them are holding their nose, of course. The boy comes over and gives it to you, a toothpick already embedded inside one of them.

The smell is devastating, and it’s not even fermented.

[88]

Gagging, you put a fist up to your mouth. Oh god, don’t’ vomit. Don’t.

Hands shaking, you pick up the toothpick with a piece of... levia at the end of it. Pickled... meats?

You put it in your mouth, setting it on your tongue.

[42]

Your jaw widens as you shut your eyes, making the same sort of expression someone might if they found themselves with a deadly spider climbing their teeth. The sheer sourness destroying your taste buds with every passing second. It’s tinged with the slight scent of the sea with the saltiness that comes along with it, and then a strange, mysterious flavor that backs it up.

C-control yourself...!

It’s so strange, what the hell is it!? Completely indescribable yet so familiar, the taste of the levia permeates into your mouth, drawing you further and further into a mysterious vortex. It’s so... disgusting... so why...?!

“...GaaaAAAHHH!!” you cry, shoveling pickled levias into your mouth.

“K-Katsuya!?” Yamikigo recoils, “Are you okay!?”

“MfmmfmMM!”

The boy smiles, “You shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover, Katsuya! I’ll give you that one for free.” He faces the crowd, “Does anyone else want one?” Slowly, but surely, members of the crowd begin to step up. With that, the boy mumbles he walks off, “I didn’t think we’d meet so soon, hah.”

A minute later, you find yourself with an empty cup, save a toothpick. Your mouth kinda hurts, and your eyes are definitely empty.

“W-what was that...!?” Yamikigo says, “Even the shadows would recoil...”

“What... have I become?” you stare are your hands.
>Doesn’t Yamikigo have a food stall to help run?
>Check out class 1A’s stall.
>You need to scrub yourself clean after that.
>Write-in.

I'll be back in an hour

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>>1433813
>>Check out class 1A’s stall.

>>1433813
>Check out Class 1A's stall

>>1433813
“What... have I become?”
A racoon/cat

>>1433813
>>Check out class 1A’s stall.

>>1433813
>Check out class 1A’s stall.

Writing

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“Let’s... let’s check out class 1A’s stall...” you say. You look at your hands, briefly happy that they are not stained with putrid pickle juice.

“Ohoho, wise decision to leave this province of pure evil, I agree,” Yamikigo says, turning the chair around and pushing away.

You tilt your head to see her. “That wasn’t so bad.”

She flinches, “Gaah! Your breath! It was bad, very bad!”

Your hands instantly move to cover your mouth as you turn back. “Sorry, sorry!”

A series of turns and twists later, you find—

“Hey, Kats! Hi, Kyougetsu~” Usagi waves. She’s holding a goldfish scooper. And she’s in a kimono.

“H-hi,” Yamikigo waves back.

Sorai, who’s besides her. turns around. “Sup man, congrats on the win,” he says, “Didn’t think you’d be walking around so soon. I mean, rolling.”

“You won? Nice!” Usagi says, “I didn’t have time to watch it, but I’ll check it out later.”

“Hey,” you say, “Usagi, you’re free not to. I have top secret abilities and all that.”

“Then I’m definitely, absolutely going to watch it.”

“What... what are you wearing?” Yamikigo asks.

You say, “What are you wearing?”

“It’s a yukata, can’t you tell?”

You reply, “I know what it is, just... it’s not even summer! This is a culture festival, why are you running a goldfish scooping booth?”

“Because I want to, so I will!” she huffs, “And plus, isn’t it hot enough? Close enough! Anyways, forget that, you look pretty hurt.”

“Nah,” Sorai says, “You haven’t seen his ‘really hurt.’”

“Yeah, it’s scary!” Yamikigo nods.

You say, “What are you guys talking about...”

“Ohoho, best not to invoke his dark side,” Yamikigo says, “Hey Saki, can I get a try?”

“Sure,” she replies, handing over a scoop. “On the house.”

It’s not a food stall. Unless you think goldfish is food.
>Try your hand at it yourself.
>Talk to Sorai.
>Talk to Usagi.
>Check the booths nearby.
>Mess with Yamikigo...
>Write-in.

>>1434315
>Talk to Sorai.

>>1434315
>>Talk to Usagi.

Writing

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“Sorai,” you say, “I didn’t think you would help run the booth.” You look around and see two other classmates trying to help a child not break his scooper.

“Hah, I’m only doing this today so I don’t have to tomorrow,” he says, “What ‘bout you?”

“Matches count, remember?”

“Oh, right, right!” he says. Then he flinches, “Oh dude, your breath.” He stops for a moment to help someone else out, and you cover your mouth again. “I haven’t really seen you around since you switched classes. How’s it been, man?”

“Same thing, I guess. Professor Hakase’s strict as hell, though.”

“Hah! Should’ve stayed with Ms. Masu,” he says, bagging up someone’s prize. “Guess where the fish came from?”

“...From... a pet store?”

“Yeah right, we got them for free. She can pop them out of her hands like that—” he snaps his fingers.

You briefly imagine that for a second, and shudder.

“She’s great,” Usagi says, “Why did you switch classes again?”

“Student Council business,” you wave off.

“You always say that,” she replies, “It’s kinda suspicious, really. And... what are you doing?”

“Bad breath,” Sorai answers.

Yamikigo groans as her scooper breaks. “He ate something vile, the vilest.”

“I...” Usagi looks away, “I don’t think I want to know.”

[1/2, give me a bit]

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>>1434492
“THERE YOU ARE!” a voice bursts out.

“Uuwwuaawawa!” Yamikigo stumbles back. She turns around to run, but then a hand clamps down on her shoulder. “Noooo!!”

The girl—you recognize your classmate, Nanana.

“How could you leave us alone!? Especially when we’re so low on hands!” Nanana says, “Get back here already!”

“N-noooo!” Yamikigo cries.

“And... Nekoyo!”

“Me...?” you point at yourself.

“Yes, you! Please, help us! There’s no way we can run our stall like this!”

You raise your hands, “I’m kind of—“

“I beg of you, we need your help!”
>”I can’t, even if I wanted to.”
>”Fine, but I’ll be taking it easy.”
>”Okay, okay, I’ll help.”
>Run. Or roll away.
>Write-in.

>>1434551
>”I can’t, even if I wanted to.”
>Run. Or roll away.
Doctor's orders.

>>1434551
>”Okay, okay, I’ll help.”
In return, I expect endless guilt trips about conscripting cripples.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

1 = Flee
2 = Help

Dice, guide us
Writing

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“Katsuya, help me!” Yamikigo cries as Nanana grabs her head.

“Okay, okay,” you sigh, “I’ll help out.”

“Great!” Nanana says, then she asks Yamikigo, “You’re not running, are you, Kyougetsu?”

“N-noo!”

“I’ll that as not running, then,” she says, letting her go.

Yamikigo runs behind you. “Katsuya, let’s run! We don’t stand a chance against this demon!”

“Who are you calling a demon!?”

You say, “Didn’t you say you were a demon too?”

“Different alignments!” she says as she begins to turn you around.

“No, come on,” you say, “Let’s help run the stall.”

“Not you too!” she says, “Uuu.”

“I think our class had a food stall today?” you say.

Nanana nods. “That’s correct. Curry, to be exactly.”

Sorai mumbles to himself, “Oh man, that’s not going to go well.”

There’s a creeping feeling he’s talking about you.

You have no idea why.

Absolutely no idea.

The stall is surprisingly short, and when you say short you meant a handful of paces away, completely surprising you and then realizing it wasn’t that surprising when you noticed the crowd would’ve been in the way.

“Nanana, w-where do you go!?” your classmate Rue asks.

There is literally a single person in the booth.

“I’ve brought help!” Nanana replies. You could’ve sworn she was choking on tears of joy. “I found Kyougetsu, but I have no idea where Kururu is! Also, I got Nekoyo to help!”

Rue cuts with his knife while trying to talk to a customer, “It’ll be only a few minutes, o-okay?!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I can wait,” the man tries to comfort Rue. It doesn’t work at all, because Rue is visibly growing more panicked by the second.

Nanana rushes to help, while Yamikigo sulks behind.
Roll 1d100, best of three!
>Help out with preparation!
>Rice, get the rice!
>Worry about the curry!
>Did someone forget to season this!?
>Write-in.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>1434764
>Did someone forget to season this!?

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>1434764
>Did someone forget to season this!?

>>1434764
>>Did someone forget to season this!?

Writing

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You and the others scramble around in an attempt to go something—anything done. About a few minutes in, you realized no one has seasoned anything at all, or even bothered to put in all the spices.

Stepping in, you move to check it out with a tasting spoon. Your hand gets mildly numb when you grab it, but it matters little now! You try it and—nothing!

This is a disaster, not to mention the ridiculously poorly diced everything.

You grab everything and stop.

“What the hell do I put in?!” you ask.

No one answers. You doubt they can even hear you over the noise of the shuffling crowd.

“Oh powers of the great void, please lend me your strength! Cook rice, cook!”

“Where are the ingredients?! W-where are they!?”

“Ow! I think I cut myself...”

Alright, you’ll just wing it!

[95]

A pinch of this, a bucket of that, a bit of whatever this is... Hey, this smells good...! You proceed to empty the bottle instead, amongst other things.

A bit of stirring and a few minutes later, you very much doubt it was enough. However, the egg timer seems say it is, so who are you to argue?

Rue walks over in a panic, “H-help me serve!”

“Got it.”

Without delay, everything was slapped down and handed over to the man from before. You and Rue watch, with great anticipation, as he takes it and gives it a short look over. Then, he takes a plastic spoonful, and then he puts it in his mouth.

“...Wow, this is really good. Good job.”

Rue visibly deflates, half relieved.

[1/2, give me a few]

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“...You...”

A voice calls out, drawing your attention. It comes from the stall besides yours, and it’s...!

“Hi Yukikata, hey Shiba.”

Shiba peeks over, “Hm? Oh, it’s you.”

Yukikata says, “So you showed up...”

A small smirk appears on Shiba’s face. “What’s this? What are you doing here?”

Yukikata looks at you, “Prepare yourself... for crushing defeat.”

You blankly stare back.
>”...Huh?”
>”But, I won?”
>”...Do you want some curry?”
>Ignore whatever she’s planning.
>Write-in.

>>1435005
>”...Do you want some curry?”

>>1435005
>”...Do you want some curry?”

>>1435005
>”...Do you want some curry?”

>>1435005
>”...Do you want some curry?”
Yeah that'll show...you?

>>1435005
>”...Do you want some curry?”
Surprisingly, nothing has caught fire yet despite our involvement.

Writing.

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”...Do you want some curry?”

“E-ehn?...” Yukikata withdraws a bit, “I... I can’t.”

“Are you sure? It’s really good, apparently.”

You hear Rue and Nanana serve more customers, all of which make sounds of absolute bliss.

Yukikata answers, “N-no... even if your curry is incredible... and mouthwatering... and so delicious looking... No...!”

Shiba’s lightly smiling.

One of her classmates chimes in, “Hitsujikaze, you can go ahead and take your break if you want to. I’ll cover for you!”

“I... I can’t! Without our combination... the ramen wouldn’t be the same...!” Yukikata replies, “Rori’s magic to perfectly transform dough to ramen... Fuyuko’s to add the perfect flavors... Rudy and her exact ingredient cuts... and mine to perfectly cook and blanch it all... we’re in this together!”

Shiba says, “Hitsujii~, you’re not being honest. I heard your stomach growing a while ago, so go on.”

Her face reddens. “...I...”

The other one of her classmates jumps in, “Hehe, go on, go on! We can take turns.”

“F-fine...” Yukikata bites her lips and then starts walking out of her stall. “Then... if you will, Nekoyo...”

Before she can even make it to you, you were already plating.

Yamikigo, putting down a huge ladle of rice beside the curry, whispers, “Good luck! Don’t lose to that fiend!”

“...In what...?”

You slide the plate over to Yukikata, who picks it up. Her eyes are glued to the food as the wonderful aroma is picked up the slight breeze and carried far, far away. Nervously, she takes a plastic spoon, cuts equal parts curry and rice, and chomps down.

She’s silent.
>”So...?”
>”It’s good, right?”
>”Hey, it’s on the house.”
>”Is... is something wrong?”
>”Are... are you still mad at me?”
>”I forgot to mention there are nuts. Uh, is it too late?”
>Write-in.

>>1435183
>”Is... is something wrong?”

>>1435183
>”Hey, it’s on the house.”

>>1435183
>"Is... Is something wrong?"

>>1435183
>”Is... is something wrong?”

>>1435183
>”Is... is something wrong?”

Writing

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”Is... is something wrong?”

“...”

Nanana nudges you, “Are we going to have an ambulance come to have her stomach pumped?”

You whisper back, “No stop, don’t jinx it—“

“How is this possible...?” Yukikata finally says.

“What...!?”

“It’s so good!” she cries out, “What... did you all do!?”

You feel your entire body untense.

Rue says, “W-well, we do use fresh ingredients...”

You hear from Yukikata and Shiba’s stall, “She’s making me hungry...”

“Can we take a break now too? Can we, can we?”

“No! You can’t take a break, we have a friggin stall to run!”

Shortly after, Yukikata manages to finish the plate and compose herself. She gently puts it into the garbage can, and then she places money on the counter.

Nanana says, “Thanks for stopping by!”

Yukikata stops to turn to you when she walks back. “I’ll concede... for now. You won this time...”

“I... okay...?” you nod.

Rue sudden cuts in, “Did anyone see where my herbal medicine go?”

“Oh, that sinister looking bottle?” Yamikigo asks, “I think I saw it a second ago...”

“Ah, I looked all over. I can’t find it,” he says, “I-I hope no one used it, it’ll make you... um... your s-stomach very sensitive...”

You blink. “Was it in reddish, blackish bottle, about the size of a hand and half tall? Smells like nature?”

“Yes! That’s the one!”

“...Never seen it.”

Thanks for playing! I'll be back tomorrow, same time.

>>1435307
Whoops.

>>1435312
Thanks for running! See ya then!

>>1435312
Thanks for running!

>>1435312
See you soon.

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...

Your phone vibrates.

Haru: heyy, kats
Haru: i heard you won a thingy
Haru: why didn’t you tell me?
You: It wasn’t important
You: At all
Haru: ( ^ = A = )^
Haru: it sounds important to me!
Haru: didn’t think you had it in you after summer break tho
Haru: so good job!
You: I was going to tell you on Sunday, but
You: Looks like I got beat by someone
You: Sorai?
Haru: it’s a secret
You: What
You: Why
Haru: ( ^ x ^ )
You: Stop this
Haru: no
Haru: omg new ep of bananya is out
Haru: ttyl

You sigh. You fumble with your keys as you stand in front of your door. Your apartment’s small, but your parents are paying for it so you can’t complain. Your limbs feel as if they’re being stabbed by a thousand needles. Finally, after some mild struggling, you manage to get key in and turn and swing open the door.

The lights are already on. Seeing this, you instantly enter a fighting stance, which is in reality just you with you hunched over with your hands in the air in attempt to not fall victim to a surprise punch in the face. There is no surprise punch, but you do see a pair of shoes already in the doorway.

A pair of loafers. Is something cooking? You look up to see someone appear into view.

“Welcome home, Onii-chan! No, wait, Onii-sama!” Kaori pops in with a ladle in her hand. Her arm is bandaged. “Ahh, I really just can’t get used to it,” she laughs, “It feels so strange.” She’s wearing an apron. Only an apron.

“I’m home...?” you say, “Wha... what are you doing here and what are you wearing?”

“My house was invaded again, an apron, clearly. In that order~” she says, shifting and revealing a school swimsuit underneath, “I thought you might need help after the match, so...!”

“What happened to your arm?” you say, “Are you okay?”

“Ah, it seems both of us should be more careful. Anyways~” she spins around, “Would you like your dinner first? Or a bath? Or perhaps...?”

?!
>???

>>1436800
>???

>>1436800
>Step out, shut the door and threaten to send her back to that brainwashing school.

>>1436800
>???
KAORI WAIT THIS ISN'T SOME ANIME. (At least as far as Katsuya knows)

>>1436841
>>1436800
>Also demand to know how did she get inside.

>>1436800
>Ask her again about her injury

>>1436800
>???
MYSTERY BOX

Writing

>>1436800
Nice, I was wondering when crazy girl (who's also best girl) was gonna show up again.

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“???”

“...Hm?”

You take a step back out, and then slowly shut the door.

“I’ll send you back to Hirundo’s.”

“Y-you can’t do that!” her muffled voice cries.

“That won’t stop me from trying.”

“Jeez, what are you doing?”

“How did you even get in?” you say, opening the door just a peek “I feel like my life is in danger.”

“Rude,” she says, “I didn’t interrogate you last week.”

“But I—“ you look around, “I just moved here?”

Kaori sighs and puts her hands on her hips, “Do you recall being hospitalized weeks ago?”

“Yes...?”

“You made Haruko worried—“

“No, she did not...”

Kaori smiles, “She did, and come in already. You can’t stand outside all night.”

You sigh, and you enter. Taking off your shoes and lazily tossing your bag to the side, you walk after Kaori.

“Your arm,” you say.

“Your arms,” she replies.

“You shouldn’t have went with Rin.”

“You shouldn’t have went to Tetsuyashi.”

“Okay, okay,” you say, “How are you feeling?”

“I let myself go, although only momentarily,” she gives back a weak smile, “I’m fine, and you shouldn’t worry about me when you are worse off.”

You take a look at yourself.
>”...Sorry.”
>”What happened?”
>”You shouldn’t anything like that again.”
>”It’s different.”
>”I can take care of myself.”
>Write-in.

>>1436953
>”What happened?”

>>1436953
>"That doesn't mean I won't worry anyway."

>>1436953
>Sorry
Then
>What happened?

>>1436953
>"It's different."
>"What happened?"

>>1436953
>>”...Sorry.”
>>”What happened?”

Writing

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“That doesn’t mean I won’t worry anyway.”

She gives you a look.

You say, “...Sorry. What happened?”

“Hmm,” she thinks out loud, “I went to the gate to find Rin...” she crosses her arms, and then rubs her temple. “And then he had magic that could open a portal or something of that sort, and he dragged me through...” Kaori stops for a second, her eyes blank. “I think there was a small boy, and something was attacking him. That’s how I got hurt, I believe.”

“You believe?” you say, “What happened with that masked girl?”

“Masked girl? Who?” she says, “We only saved the boy and helped find his parents, what do you mean?”

“What...?”

“Oh! I met with President Minezaki after, she was so kind! She said I was free from any school obligations this week if I had any,” Kaori clasps her hands together.

“Didn’t you go because Rin needed help dealing with a girl?”

Kaori laughs, “What are you saying?”

“...Nothing.”

You walk to your living room and sit down. Taking a deep breath, you clear your thoughts.

Nevermind.

“It’s done!” she says, bringing out dinner.

Soup, tempura, rice, vegetables. You can’t say you pay much attention, or even that you’re hungry. But...

“Thanks for cooking,” you say, digging in.

“It’s nothing,” she says.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1r5JDONVXU

“I miss when we were all together,” Kaori says.

All four, everyone.

“We can still eat together, it’s not like we’re dead.”

“It won’t be quite the same, you know that.”

“Well, it’s not like we tried.”

“...Do you want to?”
>”Are we breaking into Sorai’s place next?”
>”...Of course.”
>”...It really wouldn’t be the same.”
>”If you want.”
>Write-in.

>>1437072
>if you want

>>1437072
>”If you want.”

>>1437072
>”If you want.”

>>1437072
>”If you want.”

Writing

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“If you want.” You say.

Kaori stares at the dishes.

“Maybe,” she says, “I can’t possibly decide so soon.”

“It’s really not a big deal.”

“You can’t simply hand the weight over to me when you feel pressured,” she weakly laughs.

“But, I just did,” you grin.

You and Kaori managed to finish everything, to your horror. How much did you eat today? Is there a black hole in your stomach?

“I’ll wash the plates, you sit down.”

“Oh, let me help,” she starts to get up.

“You cooked, I clean up,” you shut her down.

“If you insist,” Kaori resigns. She picks up the television remote and turns it on.

You linger for a second before you return with all the dishes, slipping on gloves so you wouldn’t have to change bandages.

...

Kaori...

She’s changed, but you can’t blame her.

Not Hirundo, but they helped.

What about you?

You try to keep it together all the time.

You think that as you look at your hands.

No, no one can do that.

Sometimes it slips out, and there’s nothing you can do.

You dry the last dish, and you walk out to find Kaori asleep.

“Mm.. ah, no... please don’t...”

A nightmare?
>Wake her up.
>Comfort her.
>A song?
>Bring a blanket.
>Write-in.

>>1437208
>Comfort her

>>1437208
>>Wake her up.

>>1437208
>Comfort her.

>>1437208
>Comfort her.

Writing

When did we move out of the dorms?

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Kaori mumbles, “Katsuya... don’t leave me...”

It’s that dream again.

You raise a hand and gently put it on her head, stroking her hair. You try to make your arm as steady as possible, but the pain makes it hard.

“It’s okay,” you say in a hushed tone. One so low you could barely hear yourself.

You lose track of the time spent comforting her. The voice from the television reaches your ears is just background noise, accompanied by the slow ticking of a clock.

Is it...

Is it embarrassing to say...

...

The sentence is stopped before it’s even finished in your mind.

No, you wonder,

Is it okay to be a little selfish sometimes?

When you think about all the mistakes you’ve made,

When you think about things you can’t change,

When you think about everything you would’ve done if you had could redo it all,

You just want someone to tell you,
>It’s okay.
>It’ll only make you stronger.
>Get over it, you’re better than this.
>You would only make the same mistakes.

>>1437294
You never lived there in the first place.

>>1437314
>It’s okay.

>>1437314
>It's okay

Also, I'll be back in 30.

>>1437314
>>It’s okay.

>>1437314
>It’s okay.

I lied when I said 30. Writing

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It’s okay.

It’s okay!

It’s... not.

The walls aren’t okay. They’re dirty and ugly and you don’t want to touch them.

The people aren’t okay. They’re covering their faces with bandanas, shouting really loudly, and scaring everyone.

You’re not okay. Your wrists hurt, your eyes won’t stop tearing, and your feet are tired—

“It’s okay.”

You sniffle as Kaori pats you on the back with both her hands the best she could.

“Haruko and Sorai are going to call the police and everything’s going to be okay,” she whispers, “And I’m here. Everything is going to be okay, Katsuya.”

“R... Really?” you say.

“Really.”

“Pinky promise?”

She looks hesitantly, but then hooks her little finger around yours. “Pinky promise.”

You sniffle, and try to dry your cheeks with your arms.

Someone steps up. He’s tall and big and scary as ever. “Everyone, get up! We’re moving!”

The other boys and girls around you slowly stand up, nervous and unsure.

The man starts pointing. “You, to the left. You, right.”

Kaori pulls you close behind her.

He points to her. “Right.”

Kaori squeezes your hand and lingers.

“Move! What are you, fucking deaf?!”

She gives you a worried look, and then replaces it with a weak smile before she goes.

He points to you. “Left.”

Your knees weaken.

”I said, left!” he spits.
>Run away.
>Resist.
>Right.
>Left. You have to go left. You have to.
>Write-in.

>>1437479
>Resist.
Fuck this asshole.

>>1437479
>Right.

>>1437479
>Resist.

>>1437479
>Resist.

Writing

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“N-n..” you squeak.

“What?” he gives you an incredulous look.

“No!”

He shakes his head, and hits you with the back of his fist. You hit the ground, head spinning.

You hear him say something as you get on your knees, holding your face.

“You got brain damage or something, kid?”

You feel his boot slam into your stomach, and your lung empties.

“Katsuya!”

Another man grumbles, “Don’t think about it.”

The one who hit you checks your ribs this time. “Fucking useless piece of shit. Is it that hard to listen? Do you hear what I’m saying!?”

You hack and curl up. What... what can you do?

Use your psi? They’ll kill you, for sure. They’ll know before you can get anything off.

“Leave him alone!” Kaori cries.

“Shit, her psi is flaring!”

No!

You turn your head to see, to tell her to stop.

The man in front of you was already ahead, a hand extended toward Kaori.

A crimson flower blooms from her chest, growing until it splatters upon the walls, and she crumples onto the ground.

One of them says, “What the fuck did you just do?”

What...?

“You gotta lead by example. You all see this? This is what’s going to happen to you if you don’t fucking listen.”

No... why?

“I didn’t sign up to kill a bunch of kids!”

Is this a dream?

“That’s where you draw the line? You kidding me?”

If it is, then why aren’t you waking up?

Please...

Is it your fault?

Why didn’t you do that?

Why is everyone always standing up for you?

Sorai, Haru, even Kaori...

You sob, “I’m sorry... I’m sorry...”

“Get up.”

Sixth Sense + Psi Field = Mind Read

If only it was sooner, if only you did something.

Meld + Psi Shield = Reactive Armor

But now, there’s nothing left to lose.

Ferrokinesis + Psi Blast = Scattershot

You close your eyes so you don’t see anything.

[Chapter 7 “Things You Forget.” - End]

Twitter: twitter.com/hopelessQM

Thanks for playing! The tonal shift is real. Next thread is in I have no idea, because the semester isn't close to being over.

As always, comments, criticism, and questions are very welcome.

>>1437616
Damn. Well, thanks for running QM! Had a lot of fun, as always. Good to have you back.

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>>1437616

>>1437616
W-wasn't this a lighthearted harem SoL?

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>>1438993
It's the same as it ever was, anon.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1095436/#p1100324
I swear I'm not Urobutcher or anything. This is as dark as it'll ever get.

>>1439559
>>1437616
Your art and writing style do not go well with dark shit man

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>>1440105
Got it, got it. I'll keep that in mind

>>1439559
But now I need the continuation. What happened? How did Kaori survive? Or is the current Kaori actually a random girl we abducted and hypnotized? I need answers man!

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Your name is Kaori Etou, a student of Hirundo Girl's Academy, and you have been challenged to a duel.

“Etou, are you aware of who you’re standing before?” the girl in front of you says. She’s a year older than you—a senior—as the color of her ribbon reveals.

“Chikonoko Kujou... am I wrong?” you say.

“Then you understand, my father is the school principal.”

“...Yes?”

“Therefore, the position of Class President rightfully belongs to me. Surely even you know your place?” Kujou sneers at you.

It takes all of your willpower to not roll your eyes. “My test and polling scores show otherwise, Kujou.”

Her smile cracks, “You were lucky, that is all to it.”

“Then,” you resign, “I accept your duel.” The murmur grows as the crowd of girls backs off, giving you two space. A friend of Kujou’s sets up a small barrier, separating you two from them.

Kujou laughs as she reaches inside her bag before lowering it onto the ground. From it, she pulls... “I’m well aware of your art, Etou. Let us see how you fare against a gas mask.”

“Ah, let’s.” You cross your legs and lightly lift the ends of your skirt, bending a knee while bowing your head—a curtsey. “Pardon me.” Your psi fires up, and you take a deep breath.

Kujou fits her mask, and her eyes light up. The ground beneath her twists and bulges, carrying her up. She looks down at you, chest proudly sticking out and hands on her hips. “Someone as lowly as you will never reach me—“ You already in a sprint, your right arm wound back and reinforced with psi.

Today, Kujou will learn three things:

1. The nervous system inhibits strength output to prevent bodily damage.
2. Electric impulses—psionic too—are able to produce stronger contractions than nerve impulses can.
3. Gas masks do nothing against a punch.

Also, the song in the middle of the thread is Kaori's theme! Never to be used again, presumably.

>>1444516
Who knows?

>>1470092
Desmugging in progress.

>>1470092
YOU WA SHOCK!