| FIC: Hallucinations |
[Jan. 8th, 2006|10:23 pm] |
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TITLE: Hallucinations
FANDOM: Battle Royale (Original Characters, Alternate Universe)
PAIRING/S: Shizuru Hanazawa / Ryoushi Kotaro
OTHER CHARACTERS: Eiji Satou, Natsuko Minami, Akemi Isamu, Nao Fuyukyou, Kanaye Yamaguchi
RATING: NC-17 (for sexual theme)
NOTES: The character Ryoushi Kotaro belongs to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) dreweid, while the others are copyright by their respective owners. Comments and suggestions are also highly appreciated. Also, this is an NC-17 fic, read at your own risk. You have been warned. Fic done mainly for the_crucifix, who owns all rights to the character Shizuru Hanazawa.
Cross-posted to dreweid
( Ryoushi mumbled incoherently as Shizuru pushed him against the wall, before allowing her lips to claim his. )
((OOC: Ok, let's consider this a late Christmas present to Kristin (the_crucifix). Failing that, as I have a bad feeling about the quality of this fic, at least I tried my best. There you go, Kris, though I highly doubt I'd write another smutfic again--this took me three months to write, mind. Anyway, enjoy! ^_^)) |
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| Chapter 1 |
[Dec. 22nd, 2005|11:34 am] |
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TITLE: The Plot Thickens
RATING: GP
PAIRINGS: None. Original Characters condensed from Version 3 of ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif?v=88.8) br_roleplay
NOTES: The characters of Yukie, Sosuke, Satomi and Ryoushi Kotaro are copyright by dreweid, the characters Akemi and Utsumi Isamu, as well as Cho, Shenji and Mura are owned by katiroth, and the character Eiji Satou owned by relm. Characters used with permission.
( Chapter 1 )
Comments and suggestions are highly encouraged. Apologies for the major crappiness. -_- |
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| Requiem Aeternam (Prologue) |
[Sep. 18th, 2005|10:17 pm] |
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[This will be the start of a series of fics regarding Ryoushi's demise. It is a personal project of mine, (though you could say Katy had a hand here XD)seeing that Ryoushi had been a part of me for the three months I'd played him. This is his requiem, and critiques would be highly appreciated. By the way, this is also dedicated to everyone, especially Katiroth. ^_^ ]
PROLOGUE
Yukie stirred. The evening air was cool against her skin, and as she indolently reached out to feel the body of her husband beside her, she felt nothing. Sighing, Yukie turned, hot tears forming on her eyes. Sosuke had buried himself on work three days ago, and she had heard nothing from him except from a phone call yesterday, informing her and their daughter Satomi that he’s “alright, there’s no need to worry about”. Satomi had slammed the phone down, and returned upstairs, to her brother’s room, where she had relocated.
The curtains flapped silently against the wind. Mumbling slightly, Yukie opened her bleary eyes, and was met by the faint light of the buildings on the window. She shook her head, and was about to return to sleep when a voice spoke.
“Mom.”
Yukie’s eyes widened. There, sitting on the foot of the bed, was her son, Ryoushi. The youngest member of the Kotaro family was dressed in white, and though he was sitting there serenely, with a smile painted on his handsome face, Yukie could see the wall and dresser behind him. Nonetheless, her yearning for her son had overcome all qualms, and without more ado sat up straight, reaching over for her son.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I can’t be long.” Ryoushi smiled, and stood up, leaning against the wall beside the window. “I just want you to know that I love you very much, you, Dad, and Satomi. I wish I had said this sooner, but I’m thankful he allowed me to do so before I go.” He moved his head upwards, and smiled again.
Unknowingly, Yukie’s eyes brimmed with tears, the emotions she had been trying to control earlier breaking down like an avalanche. It flowed down gently on her cheeks, as she watched her son smile at her.
Ryoushi had moved towards her, until he was sitting right beside her. Yukie longed to reach for her son, but somehow she cannot do so. She simply gazed with her tear-stricken eyes as Ryoushi extended his hand, and lightly wiped away the tears from his mother’s eyes, continuing to smile in the process.
“Always remember Mom, I love you, Dad and Satomi very much.”
He stood up, gave a final smile, and walked towards the window, still being blown by the breeze. It was only then that Yukie realised her son was leaving her, and promptly reached out.
“Ryo!”
The boy turned, but did not made any move but to smile. Turning again, he had disappeared just as the final breeze swept towards the whole room.
“Ryoushi!”
“RYOUSHI!”
Yukie had screamed. It all seemed so real, so bona fide. She breathed heavily, and buried her hands on her face. Her son had spoken to her, and he even wiped his tears away with his hand. Remembering all this, Yukie brought her hand on her face, and the wintriness of the skin seemed to soothe her emotions. It was as if Ryoushi was there, telling her to calm down, like he used to do when she flares up in anger.
But he was here earlier. Yukie looked around, and saw nothing. Nothing to support her argument. The windows were opened, the wind blowing against the curtains freely, and as the memories of what Ryoushi said to her dawned to her subconscious mind, the tears had started to flow again.
Those were hysterical sobs, ricocheting back and forth on the room as Yukie let her emotions get the better of her. Sitting on the bed, her body shook as her lamentations intensified, the name of her youngest son recurring from her mouth every now and then. Yukie had been waiting for her son’s return for the past three days, him having been kidnapped, and thrown into the Program three moons ago. All the while she had hoped that he would survive, and now, that hope clung helplessly on her heart. She missed her son, missed his presence around the house and the restaurant the family owned. No one in Kouzentaru High knew what really happened, except for the fact that the whole ninth-graders of Class 3B had been removed from the registrar’s list of enrolled students, and section 3C taking up the vacated station.
It was a day ago when Yukie dared to visit the school. She passed through the corridors absentmindedly, her handbag on her shoulder as she desperately looked for something that would somehow hand her clues on what had happened to her son and his whole class. She only received blank and curious stares from the students and staff, no one was allowed to speak any details, even rumours, about the ongoing program. Hopeless, Yukie ventured to the old classroom of Class 3B, only to find it locked, and receiving a glare from the school janitor who chose that moment to appear beside her.
All her anticipation extinguished, Yukie started to walk towards the school gates, thinking of heading towards a nearby shrine to meditate, when a large banner tacked on a bulletin board called her attention. Scrutinising it, Yukie found that it was the track team bulletin board, and saw that the Hall of Fame had been modified; instead of five names, there were only two. The number one, two and three spots had been swathed haphazardly with paper, but Yukie could see that the number three spot carried the name Eiji Satou, number two belonged to Tetsuo Tsukamoto, and number one—Yukie whimpered as she read her son’s name emblazoned on black letters, the paper posted over it doing little to conceal the name.
The feeble attempts to forget Class 3B brought Yukie close to tears. Not wanting to see her on a such condition, Yukie ran towards the gate, passing through the puzzled-looking school guard. It was too much for the woman, and as she halted, panting, she found herself in front of the local shrine, silently offering comfort to her bruised soul. Memories of her son washed through her as she ascended each step, tears forming gradually on her eyes.
The phone rang.
Yukie’s thoughts were dissipated when the shrill ringing of the phone pervaded her ears. One, two, and on the third ring Yukie gingerly stood up and left the room, descended the traditional staircase and with shaking hands brought the receiver on her ear.
“Hello?” Her voice was shaky, uncertain.
“Good morning, Mrs. Kotaro.” A woman’s voice spoke on the other line, a voice that was particularly familiar. “I am Miss Kasumi Ren, Ryoushi’s adviser. I must say, I am remarkably proud on having watched over his developments for the past three days.”
The Kotaro matron could only breathe heavily. Something was amiss, and Kasumi Ren’s voice was incongruously animated.
“Ryoushi had served the Great Japan, Mrs. Kotaro. And in doing so, just three minutes ago, he had expired peacefully. The exact time of demise was 2:35 AM.”
Yukie thought the earth had caved in around her. Her shrill breathing had increased rapidly, tears sinuously emanating from her eyes as she held the receiver with her shaking hand. No, it cannot be. Ryoushi isn’t dead. He’s alive. He even spoke to her earlier, so he isn’t dead.
But what about her reverie earlier?
“His body, Mrs. Kotaro, will be shipped early this morning to the local temple. And I must also add that he did a rather noteworthy performance, reaching fifth place overall. The winner will be announced soon, so I’d recommend to tune in to the news.”
Kasumi Ren seemed to have noticed the woman’s silence.
“Mrs. Kotaro, Ryoushi had a great run, and I am sure that he is happy where he is now, having been served the Great Japan. Well then, I’d hang up, and expect the announcement of the winner later on. Good day to you.”
The line went dead.
Yukie barely heard the beeping tone of the phone as she silently cried, the receiver still held close to her ear. It was all making sense to her now—Ryoushi had appeared to bid her goodbye. Yukie felt her knees buckle as she oozed down to the Tatami mat floor of the house, her strength finally failing her. Her only son was dead. Ryoushi was not coming back.
Her blurry eyes sought the portrait of her son, but it only made her weep intensely than ever. Ryoushi’s smiling face, wearing a traditional Japanese ensemble staring back at her, lamenting at the fate that had befallen her son. Amidst the silence that conquered the whole house, Yukie’s sobs pierced the stillness of the night.
Satomi had opened the television upstairs.
“…this year’s winner is Akemi Isamu!”
Upon hearing this, Yukie’s sobs intensified as she sat there, weeping over the son she had lost.
“Always remember that I love you, Mom. You, Dad, and Satomi.”
He was not coming back. |
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| Entry # 4 |
[May. 5th, 2005|01:34 pm] |
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( OOC ramblings under a cut—since it’s a tad long )
It’s final. The class trip would be tomorrow. Must finalise the things that I would bring tomorrow, as I would, as usual, be fucking late, as this stupid alarm clock would not work—or is it just me refusing to be bothered by the alarm’s fucking noise? Anyway, Ms. Ren made us work on some ancient Japanese literary pieces that I didn’t even know existed. The strange thing is, she’s very lenient today—and she’s forever smiling at us, which is odd as fuck, I’m telling you—Ms. Ren smiling at me? Something’s up, I’m fucking sure about that.
There was a small squabble at the school corridors earlier between Asuka and the Italian girl, Bella. I was seriously considering sticking my nose in, but when I saw Barbie’s high-heeled shoe flying towards Bella, I heeded Kanaye’s suggestion and headed to the classroom instead. Ayumi told me ages ago that Asuka’s high heels are dangerous, and besides I don’t want a fucking shoe heel sticking from my eyes, thanks. I have yet to ask what’s the fucking reason behind that fight.
I dropped by Eiji’s house to deliver his tracksuit, which had been stuck with me for a week. Thankfully Sakura wasn’t there, so I’m temporarily safe from her disastrous pan slamming. I did some serving at the restaurant, since I’m too tired to cook or to tend to several tasks. There was a customer who was a fucker from his looks, and proved himself to be one by trying to have one of the waitresses sit on his lap. But heck, by the looks of it, my parents doesn’t seem to mind—after all, the restaurant’s open to the public, and the two seem to like it.
I’m planning to watch a movie and eat my fucking heart out later. I’m thinking of an action flick, more or less like one of those Korean action movies that Satomi had been suggesting. It’s more of a fucking opinion I know, since she herself visited Korea many times, so I couldn’t blame her if she ever did become a fan.
So—if any member of the gang reads this, I was thinking if we could all sit near each other—it’s fun, and besides Ms. Ren wouldn’t mind—I heard she wasn’t going to ride with us, the fucker. And no, I’m not planning to annoy Barbie— I’ll leave it up to Nao and Shizu. I’ll just eat along—Eiji, I’m sitting beside you, are you ok with that?
I’ll see you lot on the bus tomorrow then.
( Another OOC stuff. Sorry bout this. ) |
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| Entry # 3 |
[May. 4th, 2005|04:15 pm] |
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Yume had been chosen as one of the class representatives. That's good, I've seen potential on the girl ever since classes begun. Now I hope I would get the other class rep position-I mentioned it to Satomi earlier and she thinks it isn't bad after all. Eiji however feels that the position should make me fucking popular with the female population-with the other levels included. Now it really isn't bad after all. Haha. I'm such a prat.
However, Barbie had classified me as one of her enemies-ever since she had read the infamous LiveJournal chat that Nao, Shizu, Akemi, Eiji and I had been engaged to. The girl's fucking fuming, and had been following me around ever since. I'm getting the feeling of being stalked. Shit. Good thing Nao warned me about leaving my bag unattended-my change of clothes are there, and I don't want itch powder strewn all over it. I'm not going to use the fucking lockers anymore, and Eiji should know about this, but I should tell that it involves love letters.
Personally, I think there's no fucking reason for Barbie to be annoyed with me. It was more or less like a misunderstood conversation-bet she didn't know that I could be a very no-nonsense person sometimes. I actually find myself thinking about her-but that shouldn't suggest I'm fucking falling for her. It's much like some sort of a friendly attention-seeing all the pranks she does at class, she reminds me of the blondes portrayed on those Hollywood films. Don't get me wrong Asuka-I fucking love those kinds of movies. Lol.
I dozed off at Math class today. I hope the teacher didn't notice it, seeing that she's kind of aloof when it comes to her teaching, but I shouldn't get my hopes up. I bet I would be fucking summoned to the faculty office tomorrow for 'disciplinary actions', as Ms. Ren puts it. Bullshit. Maybe I'll try to cut classes again, shouldn't I? It wouldn't hurt, since we're just all practically waiting for that fucking trip to get into fruition. Plus, classes recently are fucking boring, and add to that Ms. Ren-shit, I must cut classes anytime soon.
I already have plans after this trip- going to Eiji's for a visit (and not to mention free food hehe), hang out with the gang-maybe some clubbing would do. I'm going to talk to Hisashi about track meet-ups though-the projects and activities Ms. Ren and the others pile on us, I can't fucking concentrate on two different things at the same time. I can attend a few sessions, but I doubt it would be a regular one-I would be working my ass off most of the time with these projects.
I should be going to the restaurant though-my parents would fucking kill me if they don't see me there anytime soon. If anyone reads this, classmates maybe, I'll just see you tomorrow on the class of doom. Haha.
{Ryo} |
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| Entry # 2 |
[May. 3rd, 2005|03:39 pm] |
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((OOC: Bear with me... hehe ^^))
Guess what. Ms. Ren told us today that the trip would be postponed in a few days time. That's bullshit. And she's indicating that I may be the chosen class representative. Bollocking shit. Fukuda would fit the role, thank you very much. Ask Shizuru, but she's uberly irritated with the man, so good luck.
Ms. Ren kept bashing on us earlier though, which was kinda fun. Nao told me its one of the effects of her menopausing. I was dying to insult the shit out of her earlier, but well, Eiji distracted me by telling me something-- Henji peering on Akemi's skirt.
The pervert needs to control himself. I mean, its Akemi. Henji got a slap, though, and as far as I know it echoed throughout the whole classroom. Haha, 'twas fucking funny, Henji's cheek reddening and all. Moral lesson: Never wear short skirts on a classroom that has pervs in it. I suspect he'll be going to the loo once again for a wank.
I'm fucking hungry. I haven't eaten in what seemed like an eternity. I think I can't even walk from the school to the restaurant-- guess I should hand over my duties for today to Masako. Meh, whatever.
Eiji mentioned about Sakura thinking that I'm cute. Shit, that wok she bonked me on the head with was darn large. And it hurt-- for a second there I thought I was going to fucking lose my memory. I did pass out, though, and woke up with a blinding headache.
So Eiji telling me that Sakura's looking forward to my visit would sound suspicious. I wouldn't want a rice cooker bonked on my head, thank you very much. Maybe I'll just wear a helmet when I go there. It's the least I could do to protect myself. Meh, it's obvious that I'm traumatised, ne?
Apparently I'm now included as one of 'The Rebels'. Nice, since Nao, Shizu and Eiji are there, but fuck, I don't care what they brand us or what. But oh well, the name sounds pretty cool-- don't tell the group I told this, or you'll be fucking dead. Haha.
And fuck-- I can't believe what those three (Nao, Eiji, Shizu) are talking about on LJ. It's um, well... brilliant. Shit. Haha.
{Ryo} |
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| Entry # 1 |
[May. 2nd, 2005|07:53 pm] |
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((OOC: Treat this as Ryo's own LJ. My notes and comments should be encased on parentheses just like this one. ^^))
So. What would I write here? Anyway, Eiji and Nao persuaded me to do this, and as the obedient friend that I am, I did. Speaking of which, Eiji left one of his tracksuits on my bag—seems like he mistook mine as his. Since we’re going to meet tomorrow for this damn school trip, I’m bringing this with me. And, by the way, I now got my laptop back after breaking it for the nth time. Satomi told me earlier that I should take care of it, but I guess I would somehow find a way for this to go kaput.
Tomorrow would be our annual school trip. The itinerary isn’t revealed yet, but I’m guessing it would be boring museums and nature walks again, just like last year. Bullshit. I mean, we’re high school students, for crying out loud—we’re not middle school pupils. I’m bringing my laptop with me then, if that would be the case (it surely would be). The last thing I wanted to do on a fucking school trip is to take notes and listen to boring lectures about senseless things.
I haven’t even packed my things for that trip. Guess I would just have to grab things here and there, shouldn’t I? Fuck, Ryo—that would earn you another scolding from your mother! The last thing I wanted to happen is for her to pack my things for me. I shiver at the thought of that. I haven’t got any spare bags with me, so I’ll be using the track bag. What would I bring then? Change of clothes, food, water, laptop, track shoes, glasses, and fuck, a notebook. That would be it.
Eiji mentioned about the program, though. I checked the calendar earlier and saw that we’re a bit early for the usual schedules of the Battle Royale. Satomi’s fucking lucky, though, she had graduated just before the program was instigated. Nao, however, staunchly believes that the BR’s going to be implemented any time soon. Life’s a bitch. The whole class was talking about the Battle Royale, and it drove me crazy. This country’s going to the dogs, really. I can’t see any logical reason about the realization of this program. Well, it just shows that the members of the Diet aren’t using their fucking brains.
Sosuke-san hasn’t gone home for the past few days, though. Wonder what the shit happened to him.
I should be doing more useful things right now, such as ‘bashing stuff right in’ my bag—fuck, that reminded me of Ryouichi. Ha, I shouldn’t mention that to Shizuru though, she might strangle me. Shizuru’s reaction after hearing the name of that man is remarkable. I can’t see any harm on Ryouichi, though— with the exception of his personal hygiene, that is.
Can’t think of any more things to say, so I must be packing my stupid things into my fucking bag for that trip tomorrow. Note to self: Wake up early and don’t forget the laptop.
{Ryo} |
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| Kotaro Ryoushi Profile |
[May. 1st, 2005|12:48 pm] |
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Kotaro Ryoushi
General Information:
Name: Ryoushi Kotaro
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: January 18th
Report Card: On rare times, he do gets an A-. His average grade would be B-.
Personal Information:
Appearance:
Ryoushi has this 'bishounen' features-- jet-black hair with dark blue streaks that he dyed recently. His hair is a tad long, reaching into his nape, but he manages to keep it from being messy, since his hair is naturally straight. He stands at 5'11, and weighs 125 lbs. He is lean but not thin, muscular but not bulky. He is agile and nimble-- thanks to his track training. His eyes are a natural almond brown, which is usually hidden by glasses-- which he rarely wears. His glasses' main use is just for Ryoushi to see clearly when taking notes. He has this blank, expressionless face usually, which only adds to his mysterious atmosphere. Ryo, as he prefers to be called, is your usual mysterious guy in class—-no one really knows what’s running on his mind.
Personality:
Ryo-kun IS a mysterious guy to his classmates. He usually is a man of few words, and follows his mantra of “observing before jumping in”. This is caused by an illness Ryo has, which is commonly known as ‘Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder’. Ryo combats this disorder he has through interaction with his classmates, joining the track team, or helping out at his parents’ restaurant.
Because of this illness, Ryo can easily be startled, and has difficulty concentrating. This caused a significant drop on his grades, but, through the persistence of his sister Satomi, Ryo managed to hoist them upwards into average. His illness also gives Ryo a temperamental attitude, sometimes he’s cheerful, now he’s irritable. This mood swings Ryo hates, and he usually had to bottle up his anger since he knows that the reason is senseless.
He is a mysterious guy, yes, but he can also laugh along with others and pull pranks sometimes. In fact, Ryo thinks of himself as a walking contradiction, a serious, troubled teen inside, and a jovial teen outside. He rarely speaks but when he does, it’s either sensible, such as an answer on a teacher’s question, or a remark that would make the whole of the class laugh. He was also involved in pranks, the most recent of which involved a banana and a firecracker.
Ryo is addicted to technology. He owns a laptop, that sometimes he brings along for note-taking. Sometimes though, he fiddle around with his laptop, usually resulting into the system breaking down. Luckily for him, he’s a technophile, and can fix it easily. He treats his classmates equally, meaning, he doesn’t care whether the teachers categorises them, all he knows is that they are friends, nothing else. Ryo doesn’t know, but he’s a friendly guy. He’s also a born leader, though he doesn’t look like it, Ryo is a motivator. He can inspire everyone easily. And, if he feels like it, Ryo can also be a good advisor. This only added to his ‘bishounen’ status in the school. When asked of this, however, Ryo would just answer, “It’s not something I think about.”
Strengths:
- Running. Unfortunately, he had to focus very hard, since he had trouble concentrating, resulting from his personality disorder. He can run very fast, though, as fast as his legs can carry him. He has his share of wins in races. Due to this, he is also agile and nimble.
- Leadership. Ryo is a born leader, he can motivate anyone. He can motivate anyone to do any task, with him included in it. His classmates usually joins him in group projects because of this, as aforementioned earlier.
- Trustworthy. Since Ryo doesn't have any groups or is categorised into any levels [nerd, average, delinquent] in class, he is usually the sounding board of most of his classmates.
Weaknesses:
- Can be irritable, and easily startled at times.
- Concentration. Ryoushi also has difficulty seeing things-- though this occurs rarely. For this he needed his glasses.
- Bluntness.
Overnight bag:
Ryoushi brought along two changes of clothes and underwear, since he detests his school uniform. Unfortunately he left his trusty laptop at home—he forgot to pack it last night. He did, however, had a notebook. Its main use is for Ryo to sketch here and there, since Ryoushi dislikes scribbling notes while on a school trip. He didn't bring any food except for a pack of crackers, but he did brought along a decent amount of water [three bottles]. He also has his glasses, for safety precautions, his trusty track shoes, and some everyday necessities like toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and a comb.
Student Background / History
Family
Yukie Kotaro (Mother) - A businesswoman (she owns the restaurant) even before she married Ryoushi's father, Yukie has this thing for perfection. In other words, she is a perfectionist. Although Ryoushi sometimes gets annoyed with this, he still loves his mother dearly. Yukie loves her only son very deeply, that she's ready to offer her life just for him. Ryoushi inherited his bluntness on her.
Sosuke Kotaro (Father) - A former military officer, Sosuke resigned after the Battle Royale act had been approved. He trained Ryoushi in kendo, though his son had discontinued it to concentrate on track, much to Sosuke's disappointment. He's very proud of his son, though, but he rarely displays his affection. He now co-owns the restaurant the family works on.
Satomi Kotaro (sister) - Former track star, she was the one who influenced Ryoushi into track. Right after she graduated from high school, the BR act had been legalised. She often pesters Ryoushi to do this and that, since he's the youngest, but she also cares deeply for her brother. She was the one who convinced Ryo to intermingle with his classmates.
History
Most of his classmates wouldn’t know, but Ryo-kun has mild Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. He developed this illness when he witnessed a killing rampage in front of their house— a deranged man, running amok and slaughtering four people right in front of his eyes. At that time, the child Ryo was alone in the house, his grandmother, who was babysitting him, went off to buy something. Since then, Ryo-kun had concurrent nightmares about the event, and sometimes he relives the event clearly in his own mind.
These flashbacks continued to afflict Ryo especially during his middle-school years. Because of this, Ryo’s parents moved out, settling on their current home. Ryo’s anxiety over the event forced him to avoid anything that reminds him of the incident, such as the clothes he wore during that day, or the sight of blood and a sword. Since then, Ryo, who was once a jovial child, sort of ‘retreated’ into the world, preferring solitude.
Come high school. Ryo had joined the track team, which was advantageous, since he usually would have to walk to and from the school. Not that he hadn’t any money or something, but Ryo’s family owns a restaurant and everyday, right after class, Ryo is tasked to help run the family business. The restaurant was a few blocks away, so Ryo thought it useless to hitch a ride. Sometimes he rides his bicycle, but after one of his peers’ bicycles were stolen, he thought better of it and decided just to walk.
Luckily for him, Ryo was born into a loving household. His father, Sosuke, and his mother Yukie always looked out for the safety and happiness of their children. The day his parents first laid eyes on him, they had a fight on which parent does Ryo looked like. The argument was only settled when Satomi, who was five then, stated that he looked like her. Deep inside, Sosuke and Yukie regretted the day they left Ryo on the house. Because of this babying, Ryo fights for his independence, and through his classmates, goes clubbing at times, much to his parents’ distress.
Ryo was born on January 18th, five years after his sister Satomi. Ryo treats his sister as his closest friend. Satomi urged Ryo to interact with other people, since right after the incident Ryo absolutely ostracized the idea of friends. Through her help, Ryo had become significantly closer to his classmates than the other levels he attended. Because of her, Ryo also can now laugh along with his classmates, though his was a sinister, evil laugh, that usually jolts the scaredy-cats of the class. His peers, though, thought that this was advantageous. Overall, Ryo thinks highly of his peers, even his classmates, since it was here that he developed interaction again, and they were the only people who can make him laugh and smile [aside from his family, of course].
Teacher’s Observations
Class Behaviour
Ryoushi has potential. It can be seen on his grades that ricochets from average to high. He mingles with all of his classmates, which is a rarity in class. His leadership status is also a plus factor to his teachers and classmates, but they know that Ryoushi isn’t influenced easily. He is an regular kid, but he does have his share of pranks and naughtiness in the classroom. Ryoushi does know when he’s crossing the line or not, so basically he isn’t a headache for the teachers.
Friends / Relationships
Eiji Satou - Even before Eiji quit running because of an injury, Ryo had already met him through track sessions. It just so happened that they were both on the same class [Ryo is just so stupid not to notice] and it was the start of a good friendship between the two. In fact, Ryo treats Eiji as his closest friend in school. The two share the same interests, and the same defect [trouble on concentration], and they're both on the same 'group' (the Rebels).
Nao Fuyukyou - The leader of 'Rebels', Ryo met him through Eiji. Ryo admires her guts, and her attitude. They're both into jogging too, along with Eiji, and they also share one weakness-- Yume's brownies. Ryo knows she's a lesbian-- Eiji told him. Ryo doesn't care about it. Ryo also admires Nao's leadership ability.
Shizuru Hanazawa - Another member of the gang. Ryo likes her gothic style and makeup (though he doesn't have any interest of trying it for himself). Ryo thinks highly of her, along with Nao. Inside him, he's grateful for Shizuru for looking after Eiji.
Kanaye Yamaguchi - His love for athleticism made Ryo friends with Kanaye. He thinks he's cool, and likes his perfectionist attitude and humility (though he must admit he sometimes gets irritated by it, but it's a sign of his personality disorder). Kanaye can be a very interesting classmate, since he has a lot to tell, and his friendship with Eiji--for that Ryo treats him as a friend.
Tetsuo Tsukamoto - Ryo-kun met him through track meets. He's a computer guy, just like Ryo. Unlike Ryo, though, Tetsuo tends to be very shy on the class, particularly Natsumi. He's also one of the unfortunate victims of Ryo's prank-pulling. But overall, Ryo treats Tetsuo as a friend, though not that close.
Because of his non-partisan status in the classroom, Ryo gets along with everyone in the class. He did have a girlfriend for over a year, but they broke up because of opposing interests. Ryoushi can easily be friended, and is very trustworthy. His classmates think highly of him because of that, especially the girls, who had developed a somewhat schoolgril crush on him.
OOC: That’s all there’s to it. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. I believe Ryo can have a friend or two—I’m open for suggestions, so just tell me! ^_^ Oh, and this is a rewritten post, since I'm not too happy with the original. Don't worry, it's just a few tweaks here and there. :)
Aaand, if you're interested to be Ryo's friend or acquaintance, let him... er, me, know. It doesn't matter whether if you're a male or female or in-between. :) |
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