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moesJust his luck.
Although Naegi Makoto was known as the Super High School Level Luck — that's SHSL Luck for short — his luck tended to weigh unevenly in the scales and even tended to lean towards bad luck rather than good. It made people question it sometimes, but in the end, it wasn't all that important to him. This world, Tellus, was definitely different than Hope's Peak Academy for sure. But even more so, it was decisively different from his home in Japan, on Earth.
But there were some things that would definitely catch his eye every now and again about it. Even if he was supposed to be ordinary — plain, actually — there were a few things that might have rubbed off on him during his time there, regardless of how difficult the place was. Sure, there were memories that he still didn't recall that were buried in the recesses of his mind that he worried about, but that was all in the past. There wasn't any time to think much upon it, really, and he had to think ahead. About his future. About the future of everyone he cares about. He had hope that things would turn out fine.
This, however, is not the kind of hope he had in mind when he thought about that. Not in the slightest bit.
It was the middle of April. Someone had sent a message directly to his CEREVice; it was kind of strange, he had to admit, though. It wasn't anonymous - it came from some sort of bot, of sorts. Or, at least, that's what he was led to believe.
The message read as follows:
Well, that definitely was a strange and vague message to the point where he couldn't help but grow rather curious. Does he dare go to the party, or does he ignore it completely? There's a possibility that he might be making a mistake, considering his luck. But it might also might be important, if he doesn't know who it's from. Cerealia's weird like that, sometimes. So he opts to take the more dangerous choice, the road not usually taken.
He prepares himself for anything going wrong.
At least, that's exactly what he thinks several hours ago.
"Sorry about this, Kirigiri-san," he apologizes, with somewhat of a strained smile, scratching the side of his cheek. It seems that they were, somehow, the only two people here. It was fine that they were the only ones there, sure - but they were locked in, with nowhere else to be.
No windows, no other doors, not even ventilation. Looks like investigation time was pretty much over at this point, honestly.
But for Kirigiri Kyouko, it wasn't. She was a detective, so it was clear that she was deep in thought about something; that fact was made more obvious as he stared at her with bright amber eyes, curiously as she glanced above their heads, peering at what seemed to be an out of place object. It was mistletoe, hung on a string as if it were a disco ball at a party. She hadn't said anything to Naegi's apology, but it wasn't out of respite or anything like that. Being deep in thought can sometimes cause words to come from one ear and out the other.
"Kirigiri-san...?"
Calling out her name for a second time causes the plum haired girl to snap back to reality, blinking only once as she shakes her head, wearing a bitter smile of her own before pressing her lips firmly, looking serious before replying. a bit glumly. "There's no need to apologize, Naegi-kun." That much was unnecessary. While it may be true that he invited her - was it out of worry for his well being, or was it something else entirely different, she didn't say - she knew full well the risks she was taking by coming to Niteo. It wasn't his fault. "We'll find a way out."
Her gaze flits from the mistletoe and then to Naegi; did the perpetrator plan for this to happen? It didn't make sense, though; it's April, not December. Mistletoe, she knew, was a plant that was most represented for the winter holidays. While she does consider that it could be some sort of prank (wasn't April a month for it? April Fool's, and whatnot) the message that Naegi had shown her had a more serious tone and was simple; too simple. Any ordinary person would have ignored the message.
But Naegi wasn't really ordinary anymore, was he? Their ordinary days were shattered a long time ago.
Nevertheless, Kyouko surmises that there must be some underlying meaning behind their being here. She hasn't told Naegi himself, but she received a similar message, leading to the same backroom. She just found that telling Naegi himself would be not only redundant, there would be absolutely no point to doing so.
"It seems that's the only clue here..." Naegi trails off rather awkwardly, his hazel gaze fixing itself on the mistletoe. To him, the object reminds him that he spent last Christmas here instead of his home. "You don't think—?"
"Probably."
If it's the only hint, then the implications are there. "I... see." That makes things a little more complicated. And a little awkward, too. His cheeks manage to color, and he can't help but rub the nape of his neck sheepishly, laughing. "This is probably, ah... another thing that CERES has planned, huh."
Even though his heart was racing a mile a minute, he found his voice strangely calm.
"We can't be sure about that," Kyouko shrugs her shoulders wide, folding her arms over her chest. It wasn't that she disagrees with what Naegi's pointing out, but rather, she doesn't necessarily agree that it's CERES' fault, per say. It could very well be someone else's fault and they wouldn't blink twice at it. And they can't just assume that's the only way out, either. It might be just a simple fixture in the room and kissing could just do absolutely nothing. "Let's try breaking the door open first."
She keeps her calm demeanor as she tosses her hair behind her, keeping her braid out of the way as she takes a few steps closer to the door. But seeing Naegi being rooted to the spot, completely silent and dumbfounded by how calm Kirigiri could be, even now. Would this even work? Swallowing his nerves down, he finally nods, his feet slowly walking beside her.
"On three."
He nods, somehow knowing full well of what the result would probably be. But it doesn't hurt to try and be a little rash because of what the alternative is. Not that it's a bad thing — it's not, in the slightest bit, rather it's just awkward and embarrassing, and he's not sure how he should feel about it. A kiss shouldn't be like this, after all.
"One."
The countdown is slow, almost as if it's prolonging the inevitable.
"Two."
"Three!" They echo that word from nearly the top of their lungs as they lunge at the door, using their weight to slam onto it as hard as they could. But the door didn't budge in the slightest bit.
Sighing, Kyouko runs a gloved hand through her hair, knitting her brows together before she folds her arms over her chest. "I suppose we have no choice." Even if she keeps her expression even, she's actually more than a little nervous. But she knows that the one whose nerves are skyrocketing is the person with the ahoge in front of her.
"I, I guess not." He internally apologizes to his luck; of course something like this would happen. "But, Kirigiri-san—" it's clear that he's trying his hardest to keep being optimistic, "at least it's with you and not some random stranger!"
Look, it could be a lot worse. He could be kissing Junko.
She can't help the somewhat amused smile that slips onto her features, but it's only there for a flicker of a second. "It's fine, Naegi-kun. I understand. Just close your eyes. And don't open them until I say so."
Her feigned confidence — not that Naegi himself could tell that it was feigned himself — catches him off guard, as he finds himself complying rather easily, nodding as he closes his eyes slowly. He trusts her, after all.
Naegi's mind wonders off, wondering what exactly she's going to do. He knows, deep down, but he can't help but think about it. Is she really going to go for it? It's a bold move and it makes his stomach twist in knots to the point where his heart pounds against his rib cage, tempting to burst.
It's quick, but soon enough, he feels his luck turning around as lips grace his cheek for the shortest second. It's warm and soft and the touch nearly causes his eyelids to flutter open, but he forces them shut, keeping his promise. He won't open them until he gets the word. He hears the sound of footsteps and the sound of a door opening and then subsequently closing. Did she leave?
No, she couldn't have... that would be betrayal, in a sense.
It feels like a million years pass by when he finally hears the words, "You can open them now. The door seems to be unlocked." Her back is facing towards him, showing him her independence and her strength as it's always been, but it also shows him a sign of loneliness, too.
He shoots her the biggest grin, like the dork he is, trying not to let any telltale signs of embarrassment slip. Although that's pretty hard, considering. "Thanks, Kirigiri-san. You helped out a lot like always."
"It's nothing." She opens the door to leave, and he swears he can see the faintest signs of her cheeks flushing, causing Naegi to giggle a little.
That definitely was some party, wasn't it?
Although Naegi Makoto was known as the Super High School Level Luck — that's SHSL Luck for short — his luck tended to weigh unevenly in the scales and even tended to lean towards bad luck rather than good. It made people question it sometimes, but in the end, it wasn't all that important to him. This world, Tellus, was definitely different than Hope's Peak Academy for sure. But even more so, it was decisively different from his home in Japan, on Earth.
But there were some things that would definitely catch his eye every now and again about it. Even if he was supposed to be ordinary — plain, actually — there were a few things that might have rubbed off on him during his time there, regardless of how difficult the place was. Sure, there were memories that he still didn't recall that were buried in the recesses of his mind that he worried about, but that was all in the past. There wasn't any time to think much upon it, really, and he had to think ahead. About his future. About the future of everyone he cares about. He had hope that things would turn out fine.
This, however, is not the kind of hope he had in mind when he thought about that. Not in the slightest bit.
It was the middle of April. Someone had sent a message directly to his CEREVice; it was kind of strange, he had to admit, though. It wasn't anonymous - it came from some sort of bot, of sorts. Or, at least, that's what he was led to believe.
The message read as follows:
- Mr. Makoto Naegi,
You are cordially invited to a party in Niteo's special backroom: #3.
Well, that definitely was a strange and vague message to the point where he couldn't help but grow rather curious. Does he dare go to the party, or does he ignore it completely? There's a possibility that he might be making a mistake, considering his luck. But it might also might be important, if he doesn't know who it's from. Cerealia's weird like that, sometimes. So he opts to take the more dangerous choice, the road not usually taken.
He prepares himself for anything going wrong.
At least, that's exactly what he thinks several hours ago.
"Sorry about this, Kirigiri-san," he apologizes, with somewhat of a strained smile, scratching the side of his cheek. It seems that they were, somehow, the only two people here. It was fine that they were the only ones there, sure - but they were locked in, with nowhere else to be.
No windows, no other doors, not even ventilation. Looks like investigation time was pretty much over at this point, honestly.
But for Kirigiri Kyouko, it wasn't. She was a detective, so it was clear that she was deep in thought about something; that fact was made more obvious as he stared at her with bright amber eyes, curiously as she glanced above their heads, peering at what seemed to be an out of place object. It was mistletoe, hung on a string as if it were a disco ball at a party. She hadn't said anything to Naegi's apology, but it wasn't out of respite or anything like that. Being deep in thought can sometimes cause words to come from one ear and out the other.
"Kirigiri-san...?"
Calling out her name for a second time causes the plum haired girl to snap back to reality, blinking only once as she shakes her head, wearing a bitter smile of her own before pressing her lips firmly, looking serious before replying. a bit glumly. "There's no need to apologize, Naegi-kun." That much was unnecessary. While it may be true that he invited her - was it out of worry for his well being, or was it something else entirely different, she didn't say - she knew full well the risks she was taking by coming to Niteo. It wasn't his fault. "We'll find a way out."
Her gaze flits from the mistletoe and then to Naegi; did the perpetrator plan for this to happen? It didn't make sense, though; it's April, not December. Mistletoe, she knew, was a plant that was most represented for the winter holidays. While she does consider that it could be some sort of prank (wasn't April a month for it? April Fool's, and whatnot) the message that Naegi had shown her had a more serious tone and was simple; too simple. Any ordinary person would have ignored the message.
But Naegi wasn't really ordinary anymore, was he? Their ordinary days were shattered a long time ago.
Nevertheless, Kyouko surmises that there must be some underlying meaning behind their being here. She hasn't told Naegi himself, but she received a similar message, leading to the same backroom. She just found that telling Naegi himself would be not only redundant, there would be absolutely no point to doing so.
"It seems that's the only clue here..." Naegi trails off rather awkwardly, his hazel gaze fixing itself on the mistletoe. To him, the object reminds him that he spent last Christmas here instead of his home. "You don't think—?"
"Probably."
If it's the only hint, then the implications are there. "I... see." That makes things a little more complicated. And a little awkward, too. His cheeks manage to color, and he can't help but rub the nape of his neck sheepishly, laughing. "This is probably, ah... another thing that CERES has planned, huh."
Even though his heart was racing a mile a minute, he found his voice strangely calm.
"We can't be sure about that," Kyouko shrugs her shoulders wide, folding her arms over her chest. It wasn't that she disagrees with what Naegi's pointing out, but rather, she doesn't necessarily agree that it's CERES' fault, per say. It could very well be someone else's fault and they wouldn't blink twice at it. And they can't just assume that's the only way out, either. It might be just a simple fixture in the room and kissing could just do absolutely nothing. "Let's try breaking the door open first."
She keeps her calm demeanor as she tosses her hair behind her, keeping her braid out of the way as she takes a few steps closer to the door. But seeing Naegi being rooted to the spot, completely silent and dumbfounded by how calm Kirigiri could be, even now. Would this even work? Swallowing his nerves down, he finally nods, his feet slowly walking beside her.
"On three."
He nods, somehow knowing full well of what the result would probably be. But it doesn't hurt to try and be a little rash because of what the alternative is. Not that it's a bad thing — it's not, in the slightest bit, rather it's just awkward and embarrassing, and he's not sure how he should feel about it. A kiss shouldn't be like this, after all.
"One."
The countdown is slow, almost as if it's prolonging the inevitable.
"Two."
"Three!" They echo that word from nearly the top of their lungs as they lunge at the door, using their weight to slam onto it as hard as they could. But the door didn't budge in the slightest bit.
Sighing, Kyouko runs a gloved hand through her hair, knitting her brows together before she folds her arms over her chest. "I suppose we have no choice." Even if she keeps her expression even, she's actually more than a little nervous. But she knows that the one whose nerves are skyrocketing is the person with the ahoge in front of her.
"I, I guess not." He internally apologizes to his luck; of course something like this would happen. "But, Kirigiri-san—" it's clear that he's trying his hardest to keep being optimistic, "at least it's with you and not some random stranger!"
Look, it could be a lot worse. He could be kissing Junko.
She can't help the somewhat amused smile that slips onto her features, but it's only there for a flicker of a second. "It's fine, Naegi-kun. I understand. Just close your eyes. And don't open them until I say so."
Her feigned confidence — not that Naegi himself could tell that it was feigned himself — catches him off guard, as he finds himself complying rather easily, nodding as he closes his eyes slowly. He trusts her, after all.
Naegi's mind wonders off, wondering what exactly she's going to do. He knows, deep down, but he can't help but think about it. Is she really going to go for it? It's a bold move and it makes his stomach twist in knots to the point where his heart pounds against his rib cage, tempting to burst.
It's quick, but soon enough, he feels his luck turning around as lips grace his cheek for the shortest second. It's warm and soft and the touch nearly causes his eyelids to flutter open, but he forces them shut, keeping his promise. He won't open them until he gets the word. He hears the sound of footsteps and the sound of a door opening and then subsequently closing. Did she leave?
No, she couldn't have... that would be betrayal, in a sense.
It feels like a million years pass by when he finally hears the words, "You can open them now. The door seems to be unlocked." Her back is facing towards him, showing him her independence and her strength as it's always been, but it also shows him a sign of loneliness, too.
He shoots her the biggest grin, like the dork he is, trying not to let any telltale signs of embarrassment slip. Although that's pretty hard, considering. "Thanks, Kirigiri-san. You helped out a lot like always."
"It's nothing." She opens the door to leave, and he swears he can see the faintest signs of her cheeks flushing, causing Naegi to giggle a little.
That definitely was some party, wasn't it?
