frcik i accidentally answered naotos question privately but…
1. yes u can look in katsuyas room
2. im not gonna post today or tomorrow im really sorry i have a lot of stuff i need to do and i only logged in for a second to post this
|imagine all recording equipment malfunctions around katsuya. for he is slenderman|
(Sunrise Station -> Katsuya’s Dorm -> Eiji’s Dorm)
The journalist’s interests, however piqued, were definitely not strong enough for him to consider the motive. A single thought loomed in the back of his mind like dark clouds on the horizon, and that was that a certain somebody would actually take it seriously. Many of his comrades had fallen into the cold hands of despair. He refused to do such. As long as he remained alive, even if everyone else around him died, he still had a task at hand that he had to complete.
Wandering back to his dormroom, the backs of his loafers sounded with a series of “clacks” against the tile floor. Unlocking and opening his door, he began to walk in, only to hear the crunch of paper under his foot. Backing up, Katsuya gingerly took the letter at his feet, prying it open to read its contents.
The clacking started again. Faster. Coming to a screeching halt in front of Eiji’s door. A letter being dropped to the floor. A keycard being shoved into a door. Running water.
Katsuya slammed the bathroom door open, pausing at the sight in front of his eyes. Eiji Oshirou, the Super High School Level Show Host, laying nearly naked in the overflowing tub in his bathroom, smoky red swirling from his submerged wrists.
Panic. Do something, Katsuya! Don’t let someone else die on your watch!
The journalist felt adrenaline pumping through his veins, the only thing giving him the strength to pull Eiji’s limp body out of the tub and onto the damp bathroom floor. The only thing giving him the strength to not scream or cry. The only thing giving him the strength to tie two of the rags in Eiji’s bathrooms tighty over his wrists and apply pressure to them.
“MONOMI! I NEED YOUR HELP! MONOMI!”
It was the only other thing he could think of. He could hardly hear himself screaming over his thoughts and the sound of running water. Everything was loud to him. Katsuya could hear his heart thumping like drums in his ears. Was it even any use? He could already be dead. He wasn’t supposed to die like this. He was supposed to get out alive like Katsuya had promised him. He did, right?
Why was Eiji making him break his promises?
Eiji noticed Hisa as he made his way to the room. He turned his head as the trapese artist greeted him, one arm wrapped tightly around Katsuya’s hand. He hadn’t said a thing to Eiji and the same could be said for Tomiko. He had broken down in front of them and no one could say a damned thing.
As Hisa stood there, apologizing, Eiji looked lost, as if he were a child in a mall who had just lost his parents. Where was he? His mom was really dead, wasn’t she? It hurt so much damn it. So what would an apology do for him right now? Here he was, out doing the best he could for everyone…and the universe decided to shit on his life in the form of this bit of information.
…No apologies could change what he found. He was too far gone. Too far struck down to do much of anything.
How could such a thing even be his fault? Still, he said it freely as the hand he held the article in slid to the floor, towards Hidehisa. He looked at the boy who was trying to hard to apologize. He would forgive him of course, if he didn’t feel too emotionally broken to comprehend a thing.
Katsuya knew Eiji was falling apart. Yet he didn’t know how to help. It was pathetic.
All he could do was sit with him. He rested his free hand in the show host’s hair, running it down the back of his head and down his neck, going back up and repeating again.
"Oshirou-kun, how could this have been your fault? … I think it would be best if we left this room, don’t you think?"
The journalist gulped down the knot in his throat, wetting his lips nervously. The least he could do was get Eiji out of here. There had to be somewhere else they could look here; something else they could do that would help him. If there was one person out of everyone he absolutely could not afford losing hope, it was him. He began to walk, pulling the show host’s hand roughly.
"Oshriou-kun. Kawasaki-san. Come on, we need to leave. Maruhashi-san, you can come too. We’re going somewhere else."
hello welcome 2 the new segment of this blog called Im Too Lazy to Get on to My Main Blog to Upload My Art to My Art Blog
[11:04:28 AM] 俺は Ya Boi Rajib [Kyo]: Well Kyo is an Oni that wrecks everything
[11:04:34 AM] william: im gonna wreck it
Eiji looked at the tearful girl who lost the one she cared for. He was helpless, wasn’t he? There was nothing in the world he could do for her. Katsuya kept a secret from him and admitted it.
That he, his boyfriend, was not someone he could confide in with his secret. Why? Why did everyone have to keep secrets from him? Hide? Why did they have to hurt so fucking much when he was supposed to help? Why couldn’t he just become the source of their happiness. Why the hell couldn’t he give any of them hope?
…But something still told him something. That little voice in his head, that made him fake that beautiful smile. That smile that he could no longer show.
"…I know it feels hopeless, but…really? There’s nothing MORE for you, Tomiko-chan? REALLY? D-do you think Kazuya-kun would have wanted you to give up?
…And Katsu-kun. Do you really not trust me? Because…when everyone else abandoned me, it was you who was there for me too, right? Even when I told you about my past…even when I told you I was filth, a terrible person, you never left me. So then…why can’t you share, huh? Won’t you let me share your pain, whatever it is? Can’t you let me do that much at least?”
Honestly, the tears still fell as he said all of this. Everyone around him was going crazy, yet he tried one last time to be strong. Couldn’t he do that much? Couldn’t something let him do that? He no longer had Larry, did he? The very person who told him to keep going, even when the one he cared about most died. It was ironic that he was on the ‘other side’ with that creepy girl. Even after she proved her innocence, the show host couldn’t shake off how horrible she was for killing someone. And yes, he was bias for that. He was bias for a lot of things. Because he knew that, if he gave her a message as he had to do something with Larry, he’d come rushing to her side. He had no clue about their relation, but he had a bad feeling based solely on how they interacted in the trials.
…He was on his own now. All he had left were Katsuya, Tomiko and a few others who weren’t as close. …But would they slip away too?
"But something about that fifth floor…Naoto-kun told me to explore them, and I need your help. I’ve always tried my best to be there for both of you, throwing away any selfish actions or thoughts to make both of YOU content.
Even now, there are things I’ve wanted to say…and you’ve only heard bits of them because I…I just want to do my best to keep us together. But I’m losing it too, ok? Just like I lost my roommate, and now? Two of my best friends. I’m losing it and honestly, there are times where I wish Jun or Yukiko could have killed me instead. Because all I do is sit and wait until my friends die as opposed to helping find the mastermind like Naoto-kun or…or Jaejin-kun….”
Maybe he wasn’t allowed to shed his emotions, was that it? Maybe he was being too emotional towards both of them. Either way, he shook as he looked at both Tomiko and Katsuya.
"….You aren’t g-going to tell me anything, are you, Katsu-kun. After all we’ve been through together? Fine: Let’s go."
With an immature huff, the show host took the lead, waiting for the two to follow him. There were so many emotions. Was he being weird? Most likely. Did he care? Not at all.
Katsuya sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. He couldn’t take this. Following Eiji, he stood by his side, gazing up at his face for just a moment before looking off into the distance in front of him.
"Some truths are hurtful, Eiji. There’s nothing you can do to help me but calm down."
He raised a hand to the show host’s face, resting his thumb under his eye and carefully wiping away tears, pulling a few strands of hair out of his face before letting it fall back to his side. Thoughs began to flow into his head and he furrowed his brows. Focused.
Nobody can do anything to help me. Even I can’t help myself.
"What exactly is there on the fifth floor? Do you know? I haven’t checked my ID card lately. The last time I used it was for finding a room."
He kept his tone calmer, hoping that it might help all of them calm down. Katsuya wasn’t sure that it would work, but he could always try.