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“!” Shuichi was admittedly a bit surprised Izuru spoke to him, mostly expecting he would’ve continued on his way. “O-Oh, um: okay. I wasn’t sure if I was in the way, so…” He didn’t like to have people be dealt with him walking slower than usual. But seeing that Izuru didn’t particularly mind that, it was a bit relieving.

“Hm? Ah, yes.” He presents the cover of the book to him. “This is called ‘The Thief.’ It’s actually a really short novel, a mystery genre that follows the story of a pickpocket who eventually finds himself involved in the murder case of one of the more major people he stole from.”

“It has a noir and psychological vibe to it, and pretty slow-paced and gloomy, so it might not be your taste if you’re not interested in that, but… so far, I would say it’s worth the read.”

Stories didn’t really hold Izuru’s interest. Character motivation could only be so intriguing before becoming bored and overused. Mysteries very often fell into that same pattern - yearning to be captivating only to fall flat on its face at the first point of contention. It wasn’t surprising to hear that Saihara enjoyed them, though. Being a detective, he has to have passion for the unknown. 

“I don’t much prefer one genre over another. You seem rather interested by mysteries, though I suppose that’s a given as the ultimate detective.”

Giving a closer look at the cover, Izuru tried to admire the art work that adorned it. There was probably a time when things like this would’ve meant something to him. Brushing some hair out of his face, he caught a glimpse of the thinning crowd of students up ahead.

“You may summarize it more to me if you’d like, but I assume you want to get to your classes on time. In that case we should be on our way.”

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The stem of the flower offered no resistance as it slid into Izuru’s hair. He wasn’t really certain how to react - he knew of some proper responses but deciding on which was a challenge. It wasn’t in his interest to hurt Nanami’s feelings, he found her company pleasant to be in - at least more so than the other students who only pestered him.

“I’ll have to remove this once it wilts, but for now... perhaps it makes for a good accessory.” 

Izuru was appreciative of Nanami, if anything he owed her that gratitude. Offering some kindness in exchange for the flower was the least he could do.

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Casting his eyes down to the glistening metal, Izuru watched as the knife was wielded in a steady hand. How disgustingly boring. Did she expect some sort of reaction - was she truly stupid enough to think this would set him off? Assuming there was more going on in her head than meaningless curiosity, perhaps she could be of some use.

“If you’re trying to be intimidating, I recommend knowing your company first.”

Izuru raised his arm and gripped the blade in his hand, ready to remove it from Enoshima’s grasp. She seemed the type to push and fight for a reaction, but the outcome of this was predictable if she tried to fight.

“Don’t waste my time with such worthless attempts.”

                           “ you think great luck is boring?  yeesh,  i bet that’s just because you haven’t tried to use it yet …  you should go to a casino or something.  even if you don’t care about money,  everyone getting angry would be funny! ”

                            he scoffed,  crossing his arms over his chest.  “ yeah,  i guess you’re too much of a stick in the mud to be the ultimate hope.  being so rude …  i think  ultimate ultimate  is a perfectly good title. ”

                            or a funny one,  at least.

“You confuse ability with desire. There’s simply nothing to be gained from such a worthless experience like gambling. The outcome is predictable, especially when harboring luck.”

This conversation was going nowhere, Izuru was well aware. It was boring to be the spectacle of a childish person, even more so this one. Not to mention his sense of what’s important.

“When the day comes along that somebody requires my abilities, I will become the ultimate hope once again. Until then, I’m nobody - not even this name you’ve decided on pestering me with.”

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The walk to school was usually quiet for Shuichi. Often he would walk while either reading a novel or listening to music on his phone, him doing the former this morning. It wasn’t really until he got close enough to the school where we would start seeing a lot more other students. Aside from that, he was usually walking alone with maybe one or two students walking up ahead or across the street.

He was still a few streets away from the school. He heard someone walking on the same side of the sidewalk as him. It was a pretty narrow sidewalk, and he was admittedly walking a bit slowly since he was busying himself reading… so he turns his head back real quick to see who it was.

“!” It was Izuru. Shuichi was mostly surprised since he normally didn’t see the upperclassman on his way to school. They were acquaintances at best, since Shuichi really hadn’t interacted with him personally like that, really only knowing him as the very talented guy who was very quiet.

Still, he stops to step out the way in case he was walking too slow ahead of him. He also gives a small nod of greeting as means of ‘good morning’, with a semi-awkward smile. He didn’t want to seem rude and just not at least acknowledge him, after all.

     The walk to the academy had grown familiar after only a short time attending. Izuru didn’t quite care about the length of the walk, though the distance could stand to be shorter. Showing up was merely part of his day now, he had no responsibility to arrive - he attended simply because there was nothing better to do. 

    His interactions with the students were limited, he did his best to remove himself from events and festivities despite the constant pleads from Usami. However, the nonstop attempts and requests for him to socialize had become predictable - perhaps there could be something bred from his sudden ‘interest’ in the ultimate students. 

    Izuru looked around the sidewalk he was on, catching a glimpse of the ever anxious detective ahead of him. While not entirely sociable, as he has been repeatedly informed of, Izuru possessed many talents that he could easily utilize to build a conversation. He made his way to Saihara and stopped along with him. 

    “There’s no need to be so worried about your pace, I don’t mind being slowed down - time will pass no matter what speed I walk at. That book looks...unfamiliar to me. Is it worth reading?”

Tears. Sweat. Blood.

So many ugly things had brought him into this jarred wasteland. The detective’s keen eyes were searching for something. Saihara flooded his throat with what little water he had left and wiped his forehead. Bandaged wounds and scratches were scattered across his dirtied skin. Like a rugged dog, he had inspected the barren earth covered in dust, crumbled skyscrapers, disfigured cars and abandoned buildings. All traces of life had vanished and only corpses remained  ー and while it utterly repulsed and disgusted him, it also brisked the burning flame of determination shining brightly in his eyes.

A thorough investigation had brought him here. One that had carried him through the past months and despite it’s darkness brought him light. An extended hand had awaited him once Harukawa, Yumeno and him had escaped the murderous game ー yet, he had denied it. By rejecting both hope and despair, he recognised the darkness and brightness in both of them. He wasn’t going to let it blind him. He was going to reach his own conclusion.

“ Kamukura Izuru. ”

Brittle shards of stone crackled below his feet as he came to a halt. The air was suffocating and dead silent. Saihara could feel the pulse of his pounding heart in his ears as he swallowed. 

Believe in yourself.

“ You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you? Otherwise… it would be impossible for me to track you down just like that. If you are what everyone says you are, that is.” A scientific creation crafted to surpass all of humanity. The Ultimate Hope. 

“ … let’s talk. That’s… what both of us came here for, isn’t it? ”

   Looking to the person before him, Izuru immediately caught wind of the anxieties brewing within him. People struggled to maintain face, but with Izuru there was no need to attempt to deceive him. Izuru kept his relaxed pose, there wasn’t any sort of threat here - and if there was he’d handle it calmly, as always.

   “Whatever preconceived idea you have about me, feel free to discard it. I let this meeting happen because I’ve been getting bored of this game, this weak hunt to catch up to me.”

   A detective eager to prove himself in a world that has nothing left to give. The setting was practically cinematic, though it wasn’t planned to be. Izuru had anticipated this happening. It would be idiotic to not foresee somebody coming to him begging for explanation - or seething with the desire to avenge. 

   But he wasn’t Enoshima. Despair wasn’t his prerogative, it was just the means to an end. This world was its end, and it was still just as boring as before. 

   “You have something to say to me and I won’t stop you from talking, but don’t think it’s because I’m here to entertain your curiosities. I simply don’t have anything better to do.”

                           “ isn’t it kind of,  like,  false advertising to say you have every talent,  but they’re only really whatever you  feel  like them being?  i  GUESS  that makes things easier for you,  but  why would anyone make an illegal frankenstein experiment without fucking him up a little bit?  did you get lucky?  oooh,  ultimate lucky student … ”

                            his words were getting faster and faster with each syllable.  izuru was something of a goldmine for kokichi’s analyzing mind,  as much as he pretended there was nothing but jokes and circus music behind his eyes.

                            “ oh,  oh,  kamukura - chan,  your technical title is the ultimate hope,  but why don’t they just call you the ultimate ultimate? ”

   “The talents I have all lie dormant until I require them. Feeling has nothing to do with it. It’s true that, despite how boring it is, even I possess great luck.” 

   Being observed as something of a spectacle didn’t particularly bother Izuru, it didn’t off-put him in any way to be questioned like this - though it was becoming exhausting. He understood that the nature of his talents posed a lot of interest.

   “Hmm...the ultimate hope. I was called that, but now no name means anything to me - and I suppose that I was at least pitied enough not to be named something so ridiculous.” 

The sound of shoes scuffing against the tile hall flooring played at his ears as he stood beside the lounge entrance. It took little skill and awareness to understand the change in the sound of movement enough to differentiate between walking calmly, and the start of what would end up being a hard fall. It wasn’t compassion that caused Izuru’s hands to swiftly pull from his pockets and catch the falling student, but rather just natural instinct. 

Sobs began the wrack the thin frame of Tsumiki as she spoke to him, her body still safely held within both his arms. 

“There’s no need for repaying me. Catching somebody isn’t the same as saving their life - it’s simply an effort to avoid further meaningless chaos which I’m not in the mood for dealing with.”

Setting her slowly to the ground, the soft click of her shoes meeting tile let Izuru know he was no longer needed. His hands found their way into his pockets once again.

“I’m nobody, and you don’t have to offer me any treatment worthy of somebody special.” 

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                         “ hey,  hey,  kamukura - chan!  you have  eeeevery  talent,  right?  how does that even work?  don’t some of them overlap?  could you be,  like,  the ultimate pornstar and the ultimate prude at the same time or something? ”

                           he’s speaking very quickly,  getting almost too close to izuru for comfort.  for the moment,  he seemed more curious than mischievous,  at least.

  The loud and eccentric voice filled the air as Izuru stood slouched against the wall. His eyes tracked the movements of his small peer without even flinching in reaction to the sudden outburst of energy presented before him.

  “It’s true that I possess every talent you could manage to think of, but ones as absurd as that aren’t really in my purview.”

  Izuru was capable of any talent, but he didn’t bother to spend his time pondering such obscurities as those. What little interests he could hold were far from anything in that realm.

   Desolation was far more calm than people would imagine it to be. Wastelands take either so much chaos to create, or they’re born from one simple action; one word, one decision, one person.  Just a single person to send the world into a spiral that recovery wouldn't dare attempt to take place. The serenity of a world that was once bustling with predictability and that now sat in complete and utter silence was something difficult to truly describe.

      Izuru’s back slouched in relaxation as he stood within the heart of a city’s ruins. Hollow winds surged between the half standing buildings. There were no car alarms going off, there was no screaming - no birds tweeting, no windchimes singing; there was absolutely nothing. Nothing but boredom.

     It wasn’t like him to wait around in one place for too long. Within the last couple of months though, something began to feel off. This overwhelming sense of being followed stalked his every move. There was little use in being concerned, but looking over his shoulder was getting old.

     Legs outstretched and crossed over one another, Izuru’s head dipped gently down, his chin a few inches from his chest. His eyes shut, his hands still and inactive within his jacket pockets. Everything went dead.

                        And there was only the sound of anxious footfalls nearing him.

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Izuru rested his head at a gentle slant and relaxed his shoulders - hands finding his pockets. It wasn’t often people came up to him, much less saying absurd things like this.

He couldn’t help but appreciate the entertainment.

“Are you suggesting that a vampire’s sense of morality wouldn’t be compromised enough for breaking and entering? Either way, I wouldn’t bother wasting the energy to be so theatrical. There are better ways to make an impression.”