#clive farenton

"Kaoru-san...."

How had it ended up like this? Clive wondered as he stared down at the section of road that had swallowed up Kaoru Hayashi mere moments ago. Today had been one disaster after another it seemed.

Earlier that day, everyone had received two secrets as MonoMANU's latest motive, one of their own and one of their classmates. And while Clive's was not something he'd kill for, it was very upsetting to see put in text, and he'd felt miserable since the motive announcement. The other secret he'd recieved had hardly been on his mind at all, except when Purin had texted him to ask about their secret. He'd agreed to meet up with them, but had time to kill and had spent most of it moping. Until he'd run into Kaoru.

He didn't know the gamemaster very well, but she seemed like a kind person, and when she'd offered to try and cheer him up, he really couldn't refuse. Tossing a very bouncy looking ball of elastics seemed like it could be fun...But it'd all gone wrong.

The ball had slipped from Kaoru's hand, and Clive had failed to catch it and the ball had crashed into a display case, breaking the contents.

And that's how it'd all gone to hell. MonoMANU had shown up, and called all the students to the shop and Kaoru had been killed with a trap door. Somehow he'd escaped with his own life but...He shouldn't have. It was his fault Kaoru was dead. He'd Jinxed her, somehow. Usually his luck wouldn't allow him to escape from that unharmed, so he must have stolen hers. He'd jinxed her and now she was dead.

"That... robot bastard!" Takashi screamed as he stormed through the door to his room, not even bothering to wait until he slammed his door to begin ranting to the space in front of him. He continued fuming over to the dresser. "When I get out of here, somebody is going to ffffffucking pay!" His rise in volume coincided with a surge in his temper, as he pounded his fist against the dresser. In short, Takashi did not take stress well. His resolve was, for the most part, calm and friendly, with a steep curve up to his anger point, but once you got there, it continued down even steeper. 

Takashi was now standing over his bed with the stance of a crab; one of his 'claws' was even redder and more swollen from it hitting the dresser moments ago. He dragged his pincers through his hair, which, if it wasn't handled with such care in the past, would have been pulled out. 

"The moon. The fucking moon! That's impossible! Every word of it. *COUGH! COUGH!* I'm gonna pass out. Damn it." Takashi's arms fell limply to his sides as he directed his body to plop down onto the mattress in his so-called 'new home'. Again, that was impossible. He rolled over, and just as his face was turning toward the ceiling and the red faded from his eyes, Takashi noticed another person on the other end of the room; a sole audience member to bear witness to his act.