Post by Airi Mitsukuri on Sept 23, 2016 3:45:38 GMT
Fading Dreams
Alone…
Airi Mitsukuri, the Ultimate Fashion Designer, felt utterly alone. Of course, it made sense to feel such a way. After all, there she was, locked away and isolated in a dark cell. Likely for the remainder of her life. The only people that she ever had the "pleasure" to talk to anymore were her captors and interrogators. Even among them, she didn’t know their names besides a select handful. Juzo Sakakura and Kyousuke Munakata seemed to be the top dogs in this place, and they didn’t treat Airi very well. Not surprising, considering what she did. Then, there was him. Kyo Tsukino, one of her old instructors. He was the only one who didn’t try to pry answers from. Instead, that day, or night for all she knew, he came into her cell, and tried to give her some big, gaudy lecture about how she could live a great life, as long as she kept hope. Or something of the sort.
Part of her just wanted to force that encounter from her memory. Repress it, keep it buried in her sub-conscious. She refused to admit it, but maybe some of the older man's words hit a note with her. Airi.. didn't want to spend the rest of her life in the prison, unable to do anything but wait for death. For a moment, she wondered what accepting Hope would be like. Hope. The very concept that her beloved despised.
Ah.. that. Kyo said a lot of things that got her thinking. But whenever he dared to mention her, the former Ultimate Fashion Designer could feel her blood start to boil. That man was truly a fool. He could never understand the bond between Junko and Airi. What they had was true love in it's purest form. He implied that her happiness would not lead to Airi's happiness, but that was bullshit. The only reason Airi felt such misery at that time was because she couldn't be with her love. She couldn't be near Junko and see her smile, cheer in delight that despair had finally started with Chiaki's death. They were locked away from each other. Their separation by thick concrete, steel, and a force field was what made her heart wrench. She needed Junko. Without her, Airi was nothing but a shell. Without her, Airi had no reason to live.
That's what she believed... That's how she was molded from that day.
For an instant while Kyo visited her, however, she began to think back to that day. The day that she encountered Junko Enoshima.. What if things had gone slightly differently? Where would she be now? Sitting on the bed, she held her temple, wincing at the pain left behind from the moment she shot herself. Retrieving her hand from her head, she saw some blood got through, and onto her finger tip. Not much to even worry about, just a small amount. Like a single drop. For a long moment, she stared at the blood on her finger..
"Though we had quite some difficulty deciding, we have to give first place to..." Her blood was ice. She could palms gaining more and more moisture by the second. She could feel her legs vibrating. Her heart beating like a rabbit against the ground, thumping away from a pack of hungry wolves. No. Nononononono. This can't be happening. She wasn't a fool. She could see the way that man was looking at the other girl. She could just hear the name coming from his mouth as if she could hear the future. And, Airi knew, she just knew, that name wasn't going to be hers. "...Junko Enoshima!" It was like her world had just imploded. She could hear that other girl cheer in delight. No.. Airi had worked for months to win this day. This was important. And she was forced to watch this announcer award some random, nothing bitch. Her pupils shrank. She tried to keep the tears in. He looked back to the redhead.
"Though, you are easily a close second place! We can not deny, that outfit you have on almost stole the show." Was that all she amounted to? Her outfit? She had worked on it for seemingly forever, but she hadn't joined this contest to be complimented on her fucking outfit. Was she really so ugly? She watched, as her hands shook, the man turned to that blonde once again. "But you! If you came up here in rags, I think we'd still have to give you first. You really are beautiful, if you don't mind me saying, Ms. Enoshima. Honestly, I feel that you are worthy of even Hope's Peak!"
...
It was humiliating, standing on that stage as that fucking piece of trash practically drooled over the other girl. As soon as she got the chance, she got out of their sight. Slamming through a door, she found herself in a vacant hallway. Seemed everyone was still on the show floor. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes, before sitting down on a chair lining the wall near the door. Her eyes stung with salty tears. It felt like that man, and that girl named Junko, had both just stomped on her desires. The dreams she had been working towards for what seemed to be all her life suddenly felt infinitely unattainable. Sobbing, she began to think out loud in choked speech, believing she was alone.
"H-How could they.. p-pick her... They d-don't understand how hard I worked t-to... Ghh..." Unfortunately, it seemed that life was truly unfair. Like the announcer implied, that Junko girl didn't even have to try. She could have walked on that stage right after waking up, and taken gold. She was destined to go to the prestigious academy. Airi.. what was she? She had to work herself half to death to even compete. "S-She could never understand.. what this is like. S-She didn't even h-h-have to try..."
Sobbing, Airi covered her eyes with her palms, plunging her vision into darkness. What was there left, if people like Junko Enoshima could take her dreams without even trying. What could she even do? That was all she wanted, and it had just been stolen from her..
Not seeing an answer, she cried. Alone. Or so she thought.
Airi Mitsukuri, the Ultimate Fashion Designer, felt utterly alone. Of course, it made sense to feel such a way. After all, there she was, locked away and isolated in a dark cell. Likely for the remainder of her life. The only people that she ever had the "pleasure" to talk to anymore were her captors and interrogators. Even among them, she didn’t know their names besides a select handful. Juzo Sakakura and Kyousuke Munakata seemed to be the top dogs in this place, and they didn’t treat Airi very well. Not surprising, considering what she did. Then, there was him. Kyo Tsukino, one of her old instructors. He was the only one who didn’t try to pry answers from. Instead, that day, or night for all she knew, he came into her cell, and tried to give her some big, gaudy lecture about how she could live a great life, as long as she kept hope. Or something of the sort.
Part of her just wanted to force that encounter from her memory. Repress it, keep it buried in her sub-conscious. She refused to admit it, but maybe some of the older man's words hit a note with her. Airi.. didn't want to spend the rest of her life in the prison, unable to do anything but wait for death. For a moment, she wondered what accepting Hope would be like. Hope. The very concept that her beloved despised.
Ah.. that. Kyo said a lot of things that got her thinking. But whenever he dared to mention her, the former Ultimate Fashion Designer could feel her blood start to boil. That man was truly a fool. He could never understand the bond between Junko and Airi. What they had was true love in it's purest form. He implied that her happiness would not lead to Airi's happiness, but that was bullshit. The only reason Airi felt such misery at that time was because she couldn't be with her love. She couldn't be near Junko and see her smile, cheer in delight that despair had finally started with Chiaki's death. They were locked away from each other. Their separation by thick concrete, steel, and a force field was what made her heart wrench. She needed Junko. Without her, Airi was nothing but a shell. Without her, Airi had no reason to live.
That's what she believed... That's how she was molded from that day.
For an instant while Kyo visited her, however, she began to think back to that day. The day that she encountered Junko Enoshima.. What if things had gone slightly differently? Where would she be now? Sitting on the bed, she held her temple, wincing at the pain left behind from the moment she shot herself. Retrieving her hand from her head, she saw some blood got through, and onto her finger tip. Not much to even worry about, just a small amount. Like a single drop. For a long moment, she stared at the blood on her finger..
"Though we had quite some difficulty deciding, we have to give first place to..." Her blood was ice. She could palms gaining more and more moisture by the second. She could feel her legs vibrating. Her heart beating like a rabbit against the ground, thumping away from a pack of hungry wolves. No. Nononononono. This can't be happening. She wasn't a fool. She could see the way that man was looking at the other girl. She could just hear the name coming from his mouth as if she could hear the future. And, Airi knew, she just knew, that name wasn't going to be hers. "...Junko Enoshima!" It was like her world had just imploded. She could hear that other girl cheer in delight. No.. Airi had worked for months to win this day. This was important. And she was forced to watch this announcer award some random, nothing bitch. Her pupils shrank. She tried to keep the tears in. He looked back to the redhead.
"Though, you are easily a close second place! We can not deny, that outfit you have on almost stole the show." Was that all she amounted to? Her outfit? She had worked on it for seemingly forever, but she hadn't joined this contest to be complimented on her fucking outfit. Was she really so ugly? She watched, as her hands shook, the man turned to that blonde once again. "But you! If you came up here in rags, I think we'd still have to give you first. You really are beautiful, if you don't mind me saying, Ms. Enoshima. Honestly, I feel that you are worthy of even Hope's Peak!"
...
It was humiliating, standing on that stage as that fucking piece of trash practically drooled over the other girl. As soon as she got the chance, she got out of their sight. Slamming through a door, she found herself in a vacant hallway. Seemed everyone was still on the show floor. Sniffling, she wiped her eyes, before sitting down on a chair lining the wall near the door. Her eyes stung with salty tears. It felt like that man, and that girl named Junko, had both just stomped on her desires. The dreams she had been working towards for what seemed to be all her life suddenly felt infinitely unattainable. Sobbing, she began to think out loud in choked speech, believing she was alone.
"H-How could they.. p-pick her... They d-don't understand how hard I worked t-to... Ghh..." Unfortunately, it seemed that life was truly unfair. Like the announcer implied, that Junko girl didn't even have to try. She could have walked on that stage right after waking up, and taken gold. She was destined to go to the prestigious academy. Airi.. what was she? She had to work herself half to death to even compete. "S-She could never understand.. what this is like. S-She didn't even h-h-have to try..."
Sobbing, Airi covered her eyes with her palms, plunging her vision into darkness. What was there left, if people like Junko Enoshima could take her dreams without even trying. What could she even do? That was all she wanted, and it had just been stolen from her..
Not seeing an answer, she cried. Alone. Or so she thought.
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