Hayashi Yuki
Inactive Character
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In-Character Posts: 15 
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Post by Hayashi Yuki on Nov 16, 2015 13:36:22 GMT -6
Basic Info:
Date: April 14th, 2003 (Monday)
Time: 9PM
Location: Unknown
So, I found an amazing post by Last-san called "The Thread that shall be noticed", so I wanted to sort of write something in response to that. So please feel free to respond to this post, whoever reads this!
Yuki paused. Had he heard something? Yes, he could definitely hear the pounding of footsteps; the sound growing closer with every passing second.
Startled, he jumped back, narrowly avoiding being bumped into by a lean young man sporting some kind of robe – he presumed that the teen had just left a dojo or something of that sort - that appeared to be fleeing from someone. The teen appeared to be around the same age as Yuki, perhaps he was older by one or two years. Come to think of it, hadn't he seen him somewhere around the school grounds...?
He forced himself to snap out of it. This wasn't the time or place to be thinking of such things!
Sensing danger, he darted around the corner and hid himself, hoping that he hadn't been noticed. As he peered round the corner he caught a glimpse of the teen facing off against a group of thugs who clearly outnumbered him. The odds were at least ten to one, if not more... Yuki pulled out his cell phone in order to call for help, only to find that it had run out of battery.
‘Crap! At this rate, he’s going to…!’ His thoughts were cut off by a piercing scream. 'What was that?!' Wondering what on earth could have happened, Yuki panicked and hurriedly ran up to the source of the noise without realizing what he was doing. Before he knew it, the remaining thugs that were conscious began to surround the poor boy, knives unsheathed. The thugs paid no heed to the multiple others that had fallen unconscious and the unfamiliar youth – who was now on his knees and clutching his side – that seemed to be in the center of it all.
Terrified, Yuki ran towards the thugs and shoved them out of the way to create an opening for himself, ignoring the shouts and pounding footsteps he heard behind him thereafter as he dashed off into the night. When he had finally managed to lose the thugs, he realized that he had ended up in front of his house. Deciding that telling his parents about the whole ordeal would only bring more trouble, he opened the door as quietly as he could and snuck into his bedroom, hoping that when he woke up, he would find that it had all been a dream...
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Post by Gourlay Atsumori on Nov 29, 2015 16:06:40 GMT -6
In the morning, before school.
Bright, blinding sun happened to be the first thing he saw when he managed to peel his eyes open. Shimmering, and in flashes, but none the less blinding as it shone through a cloud of pink, fluttering petals. Beneath him, jagged gravel shifted rough ends into his spine, setting off a wave of pain in his side.
His side.
His hand flew down, groping the area that the knife had pierced. His eyes screwed shut once more, expecting the oncoming pain and the fright that would come with feeling his own blood. Except, as his fingers met his flesh, the only pain he felt came in the form of a dull ache.
Opening his eyes, he sat upwards. Too fast, it seemed, as blood rushed downward from his head, resulting in dizziness and a sharp pain in the lower left hemisphere of his brain. Waiting for it to pass, he looked to his side, expecting a red liquid to be gushing from it, but only seeing a small red line and black stitches covering the wound.
"What the..."
More curious than surprised, he reached down and felt the wound, weaving his way through his torn robe. Gingerly caressing the edges, he found the stitching to be well done, almost of a medical grade. In fact, it almost felt familiar, but when he tried to think on it, all he could remember were flashes of a small man and a clean home. Always the same thing, no matter how many times he tried.
Eventually giving up on remembering, despite the slight nagging feeling it gave him, Gourlay decided it best to find out where he was. So, standing up and doing his best to ignore the growing pain in his side , he looked around and realized...
He had no idea as to where he was. Other than the fact that the similarity of the houses let him know that he was still in Hikarizaka,he'd never been to this part of town before. Questions formed in his head, one prominent among them 'How did I get here?', and he could do nothing to answer them. In fact, the only thing he could think to do was to go to a home, ask for help, and hope for the best.
Looking around, he decided to go to the house nearest to him. It was, like the others, traditionally styled with modern and suburban influences. Walking towards it and finally reaching the door, he raised his hand to the door, noticed a small amount of dried blood coagulating on the first knuckle of his thumb, and knocked.
Waiting for it to open, he tried his best to ignore the blood beginning to trickle down his already stained side, knowing that, despite the fact that the stitching had been done well, there had been too much movement and the wound was too severe for the stitches to hold. In fact, he was luck that all of his vital organs were intact.
But all of that was forgotten as the door opened. Speaking, he managed his most polite face as the door opened. "Er...Hi...Could I," He coughs violently, "Could I use your phone?"
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Hayashi Yuki
Inactive Character
Let's do this!
In-Character Posts: 15
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Post by Hayashi Yuki on Nov 30, 2015 9:53:09 GMT -6
Yuki was sitting in his kitchen eating his breakfast when the knock came. It was a somewhat welcome disruption from his usual, monotonous routine of preparing breakfast for himself and his mom (his dad always went to work early in the morning, and ate breakfast at work) and eating alone (since his mom worked until night and would always sleep in as a result.)
Wondering who on earth would possibly be interested in a 15 year old boy at 6AM, he put his bowl of miso soup down and went to answer the door.
"Um, hello...? If this is a door-to-door salesman, my parents aren't-- huh?!" Yuki fell backwards in shock when he looked at the person at his doorstep; it was the teen that he had seen being attacked the other day!
"Er...Hi...Could I," The young man asks with a hoarse voice and coughs violently before continuing his sentence, "Could I use your phone?"
Yuki manages no more than a nod before helping the young man inside and closing the door.
"Um, those injuries look pretty bad..." He mentions, glancing at the tear in the boy's robe and the black stitches coming apart underneath.
"Do you need any medical assistance? Oh, by the way..." Yuki continues, not even giving the youth a chance to reply,
"I'm having breakfast right now. Would you like something to eat?" And with that, Yuki helps the youth down the corridor to his landline before handing him the receiver. |
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