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“What the--” Snap to her feet, chair booling over. None of this was NEWS per se. Makoto had already CONFIRMED the kinds of abuses levied against her by Kaneshiro. Hell, he’d already CONFESSED. But, good God, knowledge never held a candle to how it felt RELIVING IT RIGHT NOW. Beating Kaneshiro kept HIM down. Beating Shido had got them access to... A LOT of off-the-record video footage. And this. THIS had her blood boiling like no other. Heart thumping hideously against her rib cage. Body quite INEXPLICABLY in Fight or Flight mode. No one. NO ONE hurt her sister and got away with it. “Makoto? MAKOTO!!” Call outs a desperate paranoia. In search of affirmation that she was STILL FINE. “That son of a bitch...” Red eyes narrowed, out for blood. Predatory growl rumbling back in her larynx. PAINFUL exhale through flared nostrils. “That STUPID BASTARD SON OF A FUCKING BITCH...” Final words seethed through gritted teeth. Could feel her shadow CRAWLING over her skin. How had Makoto described their big fight in the Metaverse?
...DEATH ROULETTE? (SUCH A FATE WAS TOO KIND FOR KANESHIRO AT THIS POINT...)
Flinch. Flinch. DOUBLE. FLINCH. -- “Fuck... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... FUCK!” Curse fell with ever-increasing aggression from Ann’s lips. And, oh, how EVIDENT it had to be: The sheer immensity of blame she was piling upon HERSELF. After all, it had been her words about Makoto being USELESS that had helped triggered her into the DRASTIC actions that got her into the very situation Makoto was detailing. All kinds of SMARMY & PERVERTED hands and arms slithering around her girlfriend. Choking her. Slapping her away. Copping unwanted feels. Rendering her HELPLESS & AFRAID. “That motherfucker! He deserved ten times fucking WORSE than the beating we already gave him. All his fucking friends, too!” Shaking with violent rage. How very... UNCHARACTERISTIC of her. “I just fucking hate it. I HATE IT. I--...” Hesitation, arms wraping Makoto tight. “And you know what I just fucking realized?” God this anxiety had her all MULCHED UP in the stomach and chest. “Somehow despite YOU being the who went through this. And despite YOU being the one who had family being threatened so morbidly. You were probably honestly the BRAVEST ONE THERE...” Or at least she could put on one HELL of a BRAVE FACE. “But still...” Either way... “FUCK THAT GUY!” Hand threw bottle of unfinished alcohol against the wall in a haphazard frustrated CRASH. Imagining it to be the SHATTERING SKULL of that fat little prick.
“I--” Tightness in her chest. Closure of her throat. Stabbing in her stomach. She was shaking like a LEAF. Body puppeteered by her very own ORGANS. Thud. Seethe. Wretch. Thud. Seethe. Wretch. Shit was she having a PANIC ATTACK? It felt like she wanted to throw up. “I...” What did one say to this? What could ANYONE say to this? “I-, I--...” Her best friend had been KIDNAPPED, MOLESTED, THREATENED, DAMN NEAR DRUGGED & SOLD OFF and Natsuki hadn’t even known a THING about it. Thud. Seethe. Wretch. Never could have done a THING about it... THUD-THUD. SEETHE-SEETHE. WRETCH-WRETCH. “I-- I’m so sorry...” Sympathy and guilty were NOT Makoto’s goals. So Natsuki could only hope to God the student council president FORGAVE HER. They were merely the first words she could CHOKE ON OUT. “I-, I--... I just...” More shaking. Another harsh and painful swallow but it would seem her throat had been cursed into somewhat of an ARID DESERT sort of way. Or maybe all the moisture that should’ve been there was too busy falling down her face... EITHER WAY. “I’m just... I’m glad you’re okay...” Tiny body twisted, clattering quite a pitiful absence of force (and not for lack of TRYING, either...) against Makoto’s fifteen or so pound heavier skeletal pod. Burying tear-stricken eyes into Makoto’s shoulder. “I’m just so glad you’re okay... I NEED YOU OKAY...” Natsuki had no idea whether that was a statement of DESPERATION OR CARE. (((BOTH.))) “I-I wish I could’ve done... something...”
........ANYTHING.....
