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smash_logs2014-07-12 08:59 pm
completeamalgam) wrote in smash_logs2014-07-12 08:59 pm
AU Hell: The First
Who: Kiyondo god, i can't ISHIDA and YOU
What: That shouty eyebrows kid went nuts again for Surprise Survivor!AU Power Hour
When: BACKDATED to July 5-8th
Where: Anywhere, anytime
Warnings: tl;dr and a foul mouth
Hell and back again.
That was the only way to sum up his experiences at Hope's Peak Academy. That bastion of hope for the future that turned out to be nothing but a den of death and despair, where he had considered giving up more than once after the loss of his one and only friend. The one he had tried join when he'd been framed for the murder of one Hifumi Yamada, not caring who he dragged down with him in gunning for a guilty verdict, and felt the wounds open anew when he survived long enough to witness the laptop that provided a hollow replacement for his brother be crushed before his very eyes.
The final straw had been when he learned that the outside world that his classmates did such horrible things to see again was nothing but ruin. Even worse was knowing the truth, knowing that everyone had been friends in a time long forgotten. That he and his brother had been closer than he even realized, and that those memories were locked away far out of his reach. So close, but so far. If not for the boy who kept the barely burning embers of hope alive in him and the rest of the survivors, he would have retreated from reality even more than simply hiding behind a mask.
But hope had won out... Mostly. Kiyotaka Ishimaru had no place in the dystopia that waited outside of the school; nothing to live for with all that had ever been important to him stripped away. So the mask became reality, and Ishida vowed to carry on his brother's legacy and live out his dreams for him, so he would never truly die. He would damn well live this new life to the fullest for the both of them.
There was only one problem: where the hell was he? He boldly stepped through the heavy iron doors of Hope's Peak, bracing himself for the ruined world that awaited. Instead, he found himself in a grassy field, his six companions no longer at his side. These were school grounds, all right, but nothing he recognized - what little he did remember from Hope's Peak was eagerly approaching it on his first day, and it looked nothing like this place.
So... What?
Well, only one way to find out: Rudely approach people and ask questions. And when he was through with that, he'd hang around and be a rowdy delinquent. Squatting outside the entrance, putting his feet up on cafeteria tables, generally just being noisy and rude. He was still making the adjustment from uptight prefect to badass thug, after all.
What: That shouty eyebrows kid went nuts again for Surprise Survivor!AU Power Hour
When: BACKDATED to July 5-8th
Where: Anywhere, anytime
Warnings: tl;dr and a foul mouth
Hell and back again.
That was the only way to sum up his experiences at Hope's Peak Academy. That bastion of hope for the future that turned out to be nothing but a den of death and despair, where he had considered giving up more than once after the loss of his one and only friend. The one he had tried join when he'd been framed for the murder of one Hifumi Yamada, not caring who he dragged down with him in gunning for a guilty verdict, and felt the wounds open anew when he survived long enough to witness the laptop that provided a hollow replacement for his brother be crushed before his very eyes.
The final straw had been when he learned that the outside world that his classmates did such horrible things to see again was nothing but ruin. Even worse was knowing the truth, knowing that everyone had been friends in a time long forgotten. That he and his brother had been closer than he even realized, and that those memories were locked away far out of his reach. So close, but so far. If not for the boy who kept the barely burning embers of hope alive in him and the rest of the survivors, he would have retreated from reality even more than simply hiding behind a mask.
But hope had won out... Mostly. Kiyotaka Ishimaru had no place in the dystopia that waited outside of the school; nothing to live for with all that had ever been important to him stripped away. So the mask became reality, and Ishida vowed to carry on his brother's legacy and live out his dreams for him, so he would never truly die. He would damn well live this new life to the fullest for the both of them.
There was only one problem: where the hell was he? He boldly stepped through the heavy iron doors of Hope's Peak, bracing himself for the ruined world that awaited. Instead, he found himself in a grassy field, his six companions no longer at his side. These were school grounds, all right, but nothing he recognized - what little he did remember from Hope's Peak was eagerly approaching it on his first day, and it looked nothing like this place.
So... What?
Well, only one way to find out: Rudely approach people and ask questions. And when he was through with that, he'd hang around and be a rowdy delinquent. Squatting outside the entrance, putting his feet up on cafeteria tables, generally just being noisy and rude. He was still making the adjustment from uptight prefect to badass thug, after all.
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It was a little harder to glare someone down properly while squinting, but if he could keep eye contact against Mondo Oowada, he certainly wouldn't flinch against this imitation.
"My name is Hajime Tanaka. Whether you remember it or not, we've been allies for months. This school has a habit of playing cruel tricks on people. I can only assume you're its latest mark."
You know, again.
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He straightened up and cocked an eyebrow, still sneering. There was something pretty weird about stepping out of one school and finding himself right in another, sure, but he drew the line at being told that he'd always been here and people knew him. He was pretty sure those two years' worth of missing memories did not include being at a fighting school instead of Hope's Peak. Unless Junko was messing with all of them to the very end, which in reflection didn't sound all that farfetched.
His eyes narrowed as he considered this, but eerily enough, did not blink even once. Didn't want to burn his eyelids off or anything.
"Let me tell you, Taaanaaakaaa, this school's a fucking godsend compared to the one I just busted out of! That's where I was for months! Cruel tricks-- you haven't seen jack shit, I'll bet you anything!!"
Just thinking about it made him itch to leave the building, to go outside and stay where it was open and free and nobody could corner him. The only reason he hadn't bolted was because ending up at a fighting school after his vow to become the biggest, baddest gang leader in history had to be a sign of some sort.
Didn't stop the paranoia, though. He glanced over his shoulder involuntarily before glaring right back at Hajime.
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His eye contact broke, and he rubbed at his jaw. Bringing that up made it feel as though he was trying to compete over who had it worse. That wasn't his style, and whatever Kiyotaka was dealing with, he certainly wasn't lying. It would be foolish to undermine whatever was going on.
"I don't say this to claim you're wrong. Only that this campus is fond of pulling pranks, and memory loss is not beyond it."
He straightened again, smoothing his jacket. Somehow, eye contact felt much harder than a moment earlier.
"I won't claim that this school is worse than your last one. You..." The videos. He'd tried not to watch them, not to question them. But he'd seen the effect they'd had. "You never told me about what happened there."
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Because Hajime's flesh was clearly still intact and nothing around him seemed to be catching fire from heat. Maybe he just did some really bad drugs and hallucinated it. Drugs did that kind of thing to you, right? Even with his new dedication to the thug life, that wasn't really a road Ishida cared to venture down.
"Forget it!" He turned around, sticking a pinky into his ear. "What's in the past is in the past, got it?! And I'm leaving you in my dust right along with all that crap!"
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"Please. The past is what makes us. You can't run from what you are."
His spectacles pressed back on, he gave Kiyotaka's back a good look.
"And I am in the present with you. I'll keep up, whether you want me to or not."
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But exasperating was right. If Ishida stayed here that meant he'd have to put up with this nerd. He wasn't going to back down or anything - he was no coward, damn it. That didn't mean he had the patience to deal with being lied to about a past that was already shrouded in darkness. No, there was only looking toward the future, now.
There was something to be said for Hajime's dedication to this, even if it was crazy. Maybe it was because it was crazy that Ishida felt the least bit intrigued. Just how far would he go for him? Even if it was a stranger, a small part of his heart yearned for someone who would follow him no matter what, since the one he would follow went where he could not.
There was also a tremendous thrill in a challenge. So he did pause in his retreat long enough just to taunt him and spur him on. To test his will as a man.
"Good luck! I'll run you so fucking ragged you'll be begging me to wait up and let you catch your breath!"
A lingering sense of dejavu rippled through the universes where they overlapped in FDC, but Ishida didn't feel it on a conscious level.
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"You really can't change who you are, can you?"
He pushed out his chest and balled a fist, puching the air for emphasis.
"Well, go on! Give it your all! I expect nothing less!"
Indeed, creepy knowing grins and comments like that wrte sure to convince Ishida he was sane.
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Was he trying to egg him on, or was he genuinely encouraging him? Ishida couldn't tell, and so didn't know what he should feel about it. The guy was crazy, that much was certain, and the former prefect was definitely in a position to judge that.
But one thing was for sure, as much of a pain in the ass as he seemed to be... he had drive and spirit. He posed a challenge of some sort, and even if Ishida had yet to figure out the full extent of it, he was eager to jump at this opportunity. He hadn't forgotten the elation of the last time someone challenged him, the combined heat of their manly passion and of the steamy surroundings
THIS ISN'T EVEN INNUENDO I SWEAR. It would never be the same, of course, but it was still a void that desperately needed filling.He crossed his arms, staring Hajime down and returning his creepy grin in full.
"You are just one cocky motherfucker, aren't you? Not backing down even after I slugged you... not bad, not baaad..."
Crazy or not, even Ishida had to respect that much. But he did not appreciate being told he couldn't change who he was, because god damn, he just gave up everything to do that.
"You're gonna regret this. How's that for a promise to you, aa?!"
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Someone a little more cynical could have pointed out he was using arbitrary reasoning so that he could win no matter how this turned out.
"A promise like that... well, you've got a long road ahead of you, but I'm sure that won't daunt you."
After everything that had happened, all that this school had thrown at him since his arrival, every bit of doubt and pain and misery, the one thing that made any of it worthwhile had been meeting Kiyotaka.
"If I can be made to regret knowing you... it certainly would be a feat. Give me everything you've got."
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And that kind of dedication was just a setup for heartache.
"Then get ready. We're gonna be seeing a whole lot of each other from now on!"
What with schools only being so big and the likelyhood of them sharing at least one class together. As much of a delinquent as Ishida was trying to be, he could not shed the part of him that was a professional learner.
"But for now, I'm outta here! See you, chump!"
Despite himself, he was going to look forward to their next encounter.
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Left alone, Hajime finally went about picking up the books Ishida had kicked over the floor. His cheek and jaw throbbed, his split lip swelling outward whilst he took his time with the task.
Odds were, this was another joke of the school's inexplicable whim. He'd seen it bind the body and torture the flesh, but to completely erase the memories of a person, rewriting their history as it saw fit... the danger nexus that was Smash Academy was more terrifying than he had imagined.
Surely, the effects would wear off soon, as all these things did. If not, well. Hajime would make good on his promises, one way or another.
He realigned his stack of study material on the desk, and sat, staring at the page before him. For a long few moments, he remained still, before his back hunched, an he put his head in his hands.
Yes, he'd just have to wait for things to play out. He had no other power here.