Misguided? A lot.... ~Masato/maybe Ren?~

[Serenity Miller]

Serenity had been laying in her bed
for a long time since the incident
at the green house, she felt guilty
and depressed. She had been caught
cheating on her boyfriend, the first
time she cheated on him, she got
caught, who knows what he thought
of her now, well obviously not highly.
She had been laying beneath her
saddle, staring at his text message,
she couldn't have been any more
depressed at that moment, and she
couldn't sleep. The only thought that
went through her head was Iseki,
Sayuri Iseki, who was seven years
her superior, her aunt, and a teacher.
A teacher that she hated.

It was her fault, she knew it was her
fault, she knew not why, they had
grown so close, but her mother had
warned her, her mother had told her
to stay away from her. But she had
not listened, why hadn't she listened?
She knew why, her aunt had
convinced her otherwise, the things she
said had made sense, she had said her
mother never made her come live inside
because she didn't want her their. But
why would her aunt say so many bad
things about someone who was trying
to protect her, why, why, why?

Her mind raced over all the possibilities
before she remembered her fathers words,
"Sere, when you go to school, don't listen
to your Aunt, she will make you believe
she is kind, and we are wrong, she will do
anything to hurt my family..." She
didn't believe that, her aunt had made a
logical argument that beat his, but she
had chosen the wrong one, her boyfriend
didn't trust her, well her ex-boyfriend,
she didn't trust her family, there was no
trust in her life, it was imperfect, she
knew, but it could have been a lot better.

That was it, she couldn't take it any more,
her aunt, had to be dealt with, her anger
had built up, she was trembling, she wasn't
right in her mind, or at least that was how
it appeared to her roommates, she was
angry and she had been talking to herself all
evening. Her saddle didn't muffle much,
why she still collapsed with her saddle on top
of her confused her, it made it extremely
difficult to move fast off of her bed. She
squirmed her way out from beneath it and
rolled onto the floor below.

She landed on the floor from her top bunk
in push-up position, it had taken her two
and a half months to manage to land like
that, that was a long time, and it had hurt
getting it right, but she didn't mind, she
had had to perfect it. She jumped up and
started digging in her bags that were located
in her and her roommates closets, she had
taken her aunts pairing knife when she first
joined, because she was told to to help her
eat apples, she couldn't eat the skin, now she
would return it. She marched out of her
dorm, anger in her every move.

She wasn't quite sure why she blamed
Iseki, or what she was blaming her for,
but she just knew it was her fault. She
just knew that it was Iseki's fault, she
looked at her phone as it vibrated yet
again, she once more received a text
message from her aunt, before she
walked down the hall she turned
around and threw the cell phone
at the wall of her dorm with force,
causing it to break into peaces, her
anger had built up, she couldn't help
it, and she didn't care, her aunt was
an annoying woman.

She was shoeless as she silently stalked
down the hall of the girls dorms, she
had no need of shoes in the building
and she had no plan on wearing them
at the moment anyways, all of her
shoes made too much noise even if she
walked on carpet, because she always
walked heavy in heels, and well, that
was about as much as she had, were
heels. That and she couldn't run in
those if things went to hell, she would
break her ankle, than she would be in
trouble. Especially if things went as
planned that night.

She finally reached the floor that her
aunt was on and soon found herself in
front of her door, she was angry. very
angry, but she wanted to see if it would
be easier to get her to open up if she
was nice, before she tried busting down
the door, so she knocked lightly, but go
t no answer so she knocked a little,
harder. Her aunt had just text her right
before she broke her phone, so she knew
she was awake. She never left her door
locked unless she was gone, so she decided
to try opening it.

Locked, her aunt was still there, she
knew it, she just knew it, she kneed
the door, still no answer, she was
getting aggravated, a low growl was
growing in her throat, she wasn't even
an animal that growled, she was a
horse, she was just annoyed, extremely
annoyed.

"Iseki, open the damned door! Iseki!"

She raised her voice, before she started
screaming on it and pounding on the door,
threats slipping in as she did such as, "I'm
going to kill you." She planned on holding
true to her word, she seemed to have
forgotten that teachers lived in this hall
as she screamed threats and her name
through the door while pounding on it.
She needed some help...

[Masato Jin Pfeiffer]

"I can see that teaching is going well for you, Masato.

There must be an immense amount of knowledge just waiting to be hatched from that goose egg of yours."

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"Still quite the comedian, aren't you, Vater?"

"What? I am only expressing how pleased I am to see my son enjoying himself, especially when he is doing what he loves for a living. And what a fine job you are doing, too! Matter of fact, you could strike an encyclopedia upon your skull and you would still be able to absorb its index from A to Z."

"Trust me, that method is not all that it is cracked up to be. I have hit my head once on the frame of my bed and I could gain not one wink of sleep after that."

Subconsciously throughout the conversation, Masato raised a hand to gingerly touch the raised bump of flesh that sat on one side of his skull, the dull pain surging from near his temple to the back of his neck until he willed himself to stop. It had shrunken quite a bit since the actual incident, thank goodness, but for it to have still been a subject to teasing by his father… must have meant that it was still plenty noticeable.

Carefully, he fiddled with the brightness of his screen until it had dimmed to the lowest setting, the light-bluish glow still brilliant enough to stretch out to one side of his room, but not vividly enough to illuminate even the darkest corners. It was one of those precautions he had to take with a suitemate (though technically, he could qualify as a roommate too) who slept as lightly as a feather, especially when the wall that separated them had still been partially busted down months ago. Having a hole that blatantly obvious only allowed more noise to flow interchangeably between each room, making calls at two in the morning much more difficult for Masato than before. Not only that, but he actually had to invest in a good pair of headphones that would block out his father's voice from the rest of the world.

And though they didn't cost a measly penny, he was sure as hell glad that he did; he could have been brutally murdered if Prentice had awoken to the sound of his father's thunderous and goddamn obnoxious laughter.

"Anyways," Masato had pressed on quietly, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Teaching is coming along very well, as a matter of fact. The grading can be a bit tedious, but the students themselves are not really all that bad. In fact, they are all very… unique in their own way." Oh, how endless the list of meanings was for that statement.

"I am pleased to hear that," his father's smile appeared on the screen, and he paused to steal a sip from his mug of coffee. "Tell me, have you made any friends?"

"… Er…"

Masato's gaze drifted from the screen and towards the hole a few feet beside him, which was – luckily – out of his father's view. It was not until the other had asked him did reality come back and swing a Louisville Slugger in the Psychology teacher's face: Ren was the only friend he had. Never did he allow himself to grow that much closer to other people at the academy. Never had he met anyone that he could befriend, that he could talk to and have them understand his quirky sense of humor (to an extent), that he could even trust.

Except for Ren.

"… One."

"… Just one?"

Masato could feel the heat creep underneath his cheeks again after hearing such a blunt statement and, shifting awkwardly in his seat on his bed, mirrored his father's words as an answer. "Just one."

"That is… surprising."

More like embarrassing.

Masato feigned a small laugh and fidgeted with a light tress of hair that hung behind his ear – an action he had done out of habit whenever he was nervous. On top of explaining how he had earned a miniature concussion, admitting that he only had one friend to the last person he had in mind was probably just as humiliating as it could get. His gaze flickered to the left and roamed to the right, doing just about anything and everything to keep his eyes away from the measuring gaze of the man on the other end. It was ironic: though Masato had no problem with using that same gaze on another person, he had always felt as if he was automatically defeated when the person who had raised him to give that look used it against him. Not even a well-done imitation, it seemed, could ever be quite as effective as the original.

"Mein Gott, Masato. Can you not hear that?"

The sudden change in his father's tone – from fairly calm to hardened – easily alarmed Masato, and he immediately reached for his headphones and lifted them away from his ears. Whatever he could not hear going on in the outside world before, he could definitely hear now. The reverberating and the harsh, stubborn groans of a wooden door somewhere down the hall, the high-pitched screams of a female, the profanities and the death threats…

"… Perhaps you should-"

"Right," Masato did not dare to waste any time. "Have a good day, Vater."

"Have a good morning, son. Try to make it back in one piece."

And with that, Masato quickly shut his laptop and tore the headphones away from his ears, tossing them both back onto the bed haphazardly before he darted for the door. Whatever the hell that was going on, whether it was his business or not, had to be stopped this instant. And if he had to use force, so be it. With his jaw clenched, he swung his door open full force before he ran out into the hallway, immediately stepping into an atmosphere that could only be described as a battlefield. His gaze, steely and dark, traveled to the source of the incessant noise, which was – unfortunately – just on the other side of Ren's dorm. Room eight.

If she wakes his ass up I swear to the heavens above--

"Well, this is new," he finally spoke aloud as he closed his door behind him and took a step forward, folding his arms firmly over his chest before he leaned one thin shoulder against the opposite wall. "Tell me, young lady, what business do you have here that involves toting a knife around in the teachers' dorm area? Hm?"
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Tag: Serenity Miller // Prentice Urban (maybeh).
Word Count: 1,091
Lyrics: "ant gallery" // Dali
Notes: Mrrrn, sorry this took so long… and sorry if it's a big disappointment. (_ _ |||)
Credits: Moi!

[Prentice 'Ren' Urban]

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Steam wafted through the air, curling and twisting from the small crack of the ajar bathroom door, slowly disappearing long after the abstract designs faded. For some reason steam always reminded Ren of smoke, except for the fact it did not cling to the back of one’s throat, it held the same mystic thought provoking essence either way. And it was always to the things that he would rather not think about in the first place. Of course there were plenty of things that Ren himself never really talked about unless directly asked. Like the nightmares that came and went, of things that he claimed to be unable to remember when he opened his eyes, or other moments of his life. Like the fact he remembered little of almost half of his life or the fact that he had taken until he was seven to actually talk. Dozens of small things that slowly added together until he was unsure what parts of him were known and what parts were unspoken. Perhaps that was the contributing factor in the fact he had very few friends to speak of. But some how, in some inexplicable way, things were starting to chance and all the more disturbing was the fact he could all but feel his armors cracking under the strain of change.

Perhaps the marked changes had come when he had accidently put his chair through the wall between his room and the next. Or even before that. Either way it was disturbing to know that in some inexplicable way changes were happening and he did not have the foggiest why it had started to happen. All he remembered was being curled up in the front seat of his brother’s car, with an arm thrown over his eyes, listening to his older brother talk about what life was like when he was first adopted. It was a bitter pill, really, to know what he had been like during that massive blank that took up so much of his memory. But Ren could not deny that he was tired and that maybe this change was something welcome.

‘Philippe… Stay!’ An unrecognizable voice all but screamed at him from the recesses of his mind.

A soft mumble escaped him as he descended from thought in to sleep and pitched head first in to his nightmares. Like most dreams did they shifted madly with little to no logic to them. Snippets of conversation flowed through him as the images shifted and twisted. An insistent, and somewhat annoying, series of tones tearing him from the dream of thousands of tiny cuts like open bleeding mouths. Blindly he groped for his phone, carelessly tossing something plush off the side of his bed before his fingers curled around the cool plastic of his new cell phone (as the other one had met a violent end at the hands of him versus the wall a few months before). Blinking a few times he finally hit the right button to answer the call. His voice as soft deadly whisper. “What?”

“My, my, still answering the phone like that little brother?” The voice was unmistakably that of Ari, Ren’s older brother by adoption, not that anyone else managed to get away with calling him little brother anyways. Nor was anyone else stupid, or perhaps that was crazy, enough to call him at odd hours of the night. “Anyways, how’s the boyfriend?”

“Jigoku ni ochiru.” He dropped his head back on to the bed, eyes opening to mere slits and taking in his room with the miniscule amount of light that was filtering in though the hole in the wall, not quite enough light for him to see by but enough so that he could get the vague shapes of everything. “He’s not… Mrn… Whatever. What do you want?”

“What do you want for your birthday and Christmas?” There was a bit of muttered talking, obviously not directed towards Ren, before the soft breathing of his older brother returned.

“No… Nothing.” As it turned out if you woke Ren up and asked him a question, didn’t matter what it was, his answer would always be no. For a moment he forgot about the unwieldy cast, until he almost conked himself in the face with it anyways, throwing his arm over his face and using his elbow to hide his eyes from the small amount of light.

“You’ll break mothers heart, you know.”

“No… I mean. She should be used to me denying all gifts when December 25th comes about. It has only happened the last… Eight years running now.” A soft sigh as he got more comfortable on his bed, ignoring the slight dampness on the back of his neck from sleeping after a shower. Already starting to drift off again since whatever the heck it was his brother was prattling on about didn’t seem to be too important or pressing.

“Well since you are being an ass and not listening I’ll call you later, little brother, try not to be sleeping then.” At that the phone slipped out of lax fingers as Ren finally gave up his loosing battle with sleep. This time however slipping in to a quiet dreamless sleep, body curling up on his side this time.

“Open the damned door!”

Ren all but shot out of his bed as if he had been fired out of a cannon, one of his vices was being unable to wake in a graceful manner, skittering across the floor. The fingers of his right hand locked, albeit awkwardly, around the handle of one of his knives (he had more than he cared to admit to strewn about his room). It was a few seconds after that he realized three things. The first being that there was no one in the room thus he didn’t need the knife. Two it was a girl that was apparently fighting a door. And the third being that Masato was not in the next room, unless it was Masato out there screaming but Prentice doubted that anyone other than a prepubescent boy could reach the same screeching tones as a woman, which meant that both the screamer and the other teacher were out in the hallway. Unless logic was choosing to defy him while he attempted to wake up, with a shake of his head as he discarded the knife somewhere on the floor for the time being.

Ren had the door half open by the time he realized, rather belatedly, that he should have paused to put a shirt on even if he didn’t have anything out of the usual for males. A quiet, still self conscious part of his mind, was glad that at least he was the sort to put on a pair of black pants on before he’d fallen asleep. One bare foot after another, blinking in pain as his eyes adjusted to the light, taking a few moments to take in what was going on. Luckily, at least, his powers of observation were still in working order as it was a girl who was attempting to beat down a door and that Masato was just standing off to the side watching this all happen. A few more steps in to the hall way, irrationally closing his room door behind him, putting his back against the wall opposite of the door the girl was beating on. No one had ever said that Ren was particularly bright when he first woke a fact which was confirmed by the first words that came out of his mouth as if he was not witnessing the exact same thing that Masato was.

“What is it doing?”

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Tagged: Masato and Serenity.
Word Count: 1279
OOC comment: I… Am wayy too tired.

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[Serenity Miller]

"Kazoku no mondai de anata ga
kan'yo suru hitsuyō wa arimasen.
Josei wa shinanakereba naranai
toki ni, kanojo wa shinanakereba
naranai, sore mo rikai shi nikuidesu
ka? Anata dakede wa bakadesu ka?
Hai o, kyōshi o shite iru? Anata wa,
osoraku, kanojo o shien shite iru
dake kurai shinu ni ataisuruga,
sore wa watashi no kankatsudeari,
anata wa watashi no sōtai-tekide
wa arimasen. Kyōju iseki wa
shinanakereba naranai riyū ga
ari, anata ga inbō ni kanojo to
issho ni iru toyuu jijitsu mo
mitomeru kagiri, sono riyū wa,
-goe ni dasu koto ga dekinai to sa re,
anata ga sa rete iru baai, watashi wa
watashi wa sentaku no yochi ga nai
koto o osore, anata o korosouto Dōyō ni."

Whether or not this man could
understand her, she cared not, if
he voiced question, she would
translate, but she would definitely
say it in a meaner way, if she was
going to have to go through the
problems of translating something
for a stupid man, than she would
make her point clear. She messed
around with the chains on her
black pants with silver sides at the
bottom trying to reach the pocket
before pulling something folded up
out of it and throwing it at the
mans feet.

"Kono josei wa, Sayuri iseki wa
ninchi shinri-gaku no sensei, shinu
hitsuyō ga aru josei wa, kanojo ga
watashi no oba wa, kanojo wa
watashi no sobo no musume to, chichi
no ane ga, kanojo wa satan no
shutsugen wa, kono chikyū o aruku
shikaku wa nai . Watashi wa kanojo
ga watashi o, kanojo ga hyōji sa
remasu sutabu tairyō no, atae rareta
kanojo wa, watashi wa kanojo no shi
wa, sa rete inai koto o kakunin shimasu
shinu made kanojo ga sunde irunaraba,
kanojo wa itami o gaman suru maneita
itami no sorezore no shunkan no tame
no kanojo no jū-kai-zashi sa remasu
Anata dake no to dōyō kamo shiremasenga,
kaitekina, matawa taikyū-sei, soshite
kanojo wa, sugu ni shinde shimau."

A look of disgust came upon her face
as she talked about her aunt, there
was no trusting her, and there was
no sanity in her eyes that was to be
aware of, something in her mind
that had snapped just recently, never
had she felt such a state of rage and
anger, except for once, the image of
her horse, laying dead in the pasture
they were running in flashed through
her mind, only had her first shift
brought so much anger and resentment,
as if she was a broken horse, broken in the
worst way possible, those feelings were
coming back, the urge to murder once
again fresh in her mind.

"Sore wa mata, watashi wa kono
yōna gozen riyū wa, sa rete inai
no wa omae no seida, kare wa kare
to watashi o hakken shita riyū wa,
sore wa hotondo machigainaku
anata no sei kyōjudearu anata wa
mujitsudeatta toyuu kangae ni
watashi o damashite, anata ga
watashi o kata seru to omou ka ?
Anata wa machigatte iru, anata
wa, dare mo shitte iru hitsuyō ga
arimasuga, nani mo kanojo no
gawa ni sotte shinde tadashii koto
ga, watashi wa sore o kabā suru
koto ga dekiru, sore ga fukanōde
wa nai."

For a slightly demented person, her
voice seemed to purr and sound
sadistic, even to her, her voice was
not her own, it was the violence
inside, she was unaware of this
presence, of this feeling, and she
rather enjoyed it, she felt as if she
held power, even if she didn't.

"Naze satsujin-sha wa, kuroi fuku
no sensei o kōmutte iru no ka sono
riyū o shiritai to omou riyū wa
nanidesu ka? Sore wa ketsueki ga
korera no ifuku ni fuchaku shita
ka dō ka o shiraberu muzukashiku
natte iru yōdaga, sore wa oshie suru
koto wa kanōdaga, hai, watashi wa
kono kangaete iru, haruka ni
muzukashiku natte iru. Anata wa
kono kimyōna no kamo shiremasenga,
watashi wa keikaku shite ita, watashi
no rūmumeito wa, nai watashi wa,
kangaete ita kore wa dono yō ni
hataraku ka o fukaku kangaete,
naifu o motsu hitobito o satsugai,
watashi wa chōdo matomari noda
to omottaga, kore mo watashi wa,
kangae, kireina koto wa arimasen
Anata ga himei o shinai kagiri sore
wa, tashika ni nani yori mo shizuka
sa rete iru koto o satsujin shite iru hito
no tame no, hijō ni tanoshii kamo
shirenaiga, watashi ga nainode,
watashi wa sō shinai to, tanoshimu
koto to wa omowanai. Watashi ga
sakujo sa reru no wa iyadarou."

She faced the teacher who's name she
knew not, and took a couple of steps
towards him, small steps, because
honestly, she didn't want him to run,
that would've made it difficult. The
way she walked, it was almost
careless, but at a closer look it was
obvious she was ready to run should
the teacher prove too much for herself
to handle. She held the knife, securely,
but not too tightly, if it came to it, she
needed to be able to maneuver it and
at the very last resort abandon it
completely, it was obvious that she
had at least learned to weird a knife
before carelessly threatening people
with it. She held it so it would be a
threat if she got close enough to him.

But the other teachers words cut into
her head, how had he snuck up on her?
She was looking, or more likely, not
looking at anything but a door while
she had spoken to the white haired
teacher, now a black haired teacher
suddenly appeared before her, she
blinked stupidly before a heavy
scowl layered on her face.

"Nin'i no ronri-tekina ningen wa,
sono buki wa ima madenode,
wazukana baai demo, de wa
naku, buki o motte iru hito
ni shinobiyoru koto ni imi ga
attadarou. Shikashi, watashi
wa koko de ōku no gimon sensu
o motte, karera mo kono gakkō
wa, dono yō ni dōyō no kudari no
gakusei o tamotsu tame ni wa,
rain de no kyōshi o iji suru koto
wa dekimasen."

Her voice was calm for those
split moments, and than suddenly
her voice grew cold again, the
darkness, and rage,
reappearing in her face again.

"Watashi wa ima anata o korosu ka?
Matawa sono orokamono wa watashi
no te saisho ni korosa reru no o matsu?
Watashi wa machigainakunode, anata
ni mo, sono shibō shita koto, ōku no kutsū
o motte kitaga false no tsubuyaita kotoba
ga ari, mesu to no rīgu-sen de wa, anata
mono ga arimasu dono yō ni mite,
anata no sentakushi o ageru Ko, oyobi
mottomo kanō-sei ga takai no ga...
Watashi wa kono wa utagauga, watashi
wa anata o seigyo suru nado, kanojo no
unmei no owari o nozoite, kanojo o
seigyo suru koto wa dekimasen."

No teacher, man, woman, child would
stand in her way of brutally torturing
and murdering her aunt, she deserved
the pain, she deserved to die, and
Serenity had had enough of the lies,
enough of the mockery behind her back,
enough of it all, she blinked tears away
from her eyes, unknowing why she
thought so much of what her aunt said,
even though all she said was true,
Serenity didn't know that.

"Anata wa shitakunai mizu no
ue ni fumidesu. Shikashi wa,
kon, koko ni iru ijō no kontorōru
ga mattaku arimasen anata
wa watashi ga shazai kono tame,
tachiōjō shite iruga, watashi
wa watashi ga zaiaku-kan o
kanjiru koto o shitte imasu."

She looked at him, and took a couple
steps towards him, this man was
more intimidating than the short
midget, of course, he wasn't that
short, but still short. She hid all
fear from her face, there was nothing
to give her away, unless he was
like superman and could see the
tiniest twitch in a person.

"Konban wa koko ni dete kuru
no misu o okashite iru, watashi
wa chōdo watashi to issho ni jigoku
ni iseki o satsuei shitaga, sore wa
watashi ga shazai shinakereba naranai
no koto ga okoru koto wa na-sa-sōdaga,
watashi wa ni-nin no otoko, Isegi iku koto
ga, To watashi, soshite sekai no heiwa o
mōichido fukugen sa reru koto ga
arimasuga. Dare ga shitte iru,
osoraku sekai ga ofu ni watashi-tachi
4-nin to shita hō ga yoideshou."

She looked between the teachers,
safer bad was to take out the scarier,
but most definitely the already injured,
one, so that would be the black
haired teacher she had never met,
and personally, didn't want to know
him after this evening.

Serenity blinked and pushed back
more tears, why was she crying?
She was supposed to be killing people,
it made no sense to cry, none at all.

"Iseki wa, jissai ni kanojo no tame
ni kite nani ni ataisuru, kanojo wa
jūbun ni nanrakano hōhō de ningen
toyuu koto ni kachi ga naidesuga,
kanojo mo dōyō ni watashi o koroshite
iru kamo shiremasenga, watashi ga
suru koto ga konomashiideshou.
Shikashi, kanojo wa, uwaki uso,
soshite watashi o damashi, kanojo
wa sore o nani mo kangaete inai,
kanojo wa zankokudearu to iuto,
kanojo no seito-tachi wa kanojo o
kirai ni nomi kanojo wa, nana-nen
jōshi mitashite irunara, karera
wa, watashi o bakkuappu suru
Shikashi, hifu to karōjite watashi
yori mo furui kinō o, kanojo wa,
wasurete wa muzukashii anata ga
kanojo o mitashite iru baai wa,
kanojo no yō ni ōku no, kanojo wa
gōmon to gyakutai no kodomo-tachi
o kiraida, kanojo ga ichi shi, hitobito
no nise no monogatari o kataru...
Watashi wa, sore ga dō kangaete
iru amerika no kōru," goshippu"
hai? Sa rete inai baai, watashi wa
konran shite imasu... Akiraka ni."

She laughed but it was still ice could,
never could she have thought that
she could laugh so coldly at herself,
it showed how much she hated
herself for even doing what she had
been caught doing, she would live no
longer, if she could not kill the spawn
of satan, she would die.

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Words: 1,711
Credits: ....miiiiine
Notes: Sooo much translations....I love
you both, that's why I did this. <3
Tags: Masato and Prentice <3<3

~Translation~
First Talking of Serenity:
There is no need to involve you in
family matters. When a woman
must die, she must die, is that too
hard to understand? Are you just
that dumb? You're a teacher, yes? You
are probably helping her, and deserve
to die just as much, but that is no my
jurisdiction, you are not my relative.
There is a reason why professor Iseki
must die, and that reason is to not be
voiced unless you admit to also the
fact that you are with her in the
conspiracy, and if you are, I fear
I will have no choice but to kill
you as well.

Second Talking of Serenity:
This woman, Sayuri Iseki, teacher
of Cognitive Psychology , is the
woman that needs to die, she is my
aunt, she is my father's sister, and
my grandmother's daughter, she is
a spawn of the Satan and does not
deserve to walk this Earth. I will stab
her ten times for each moment of
inflicted pain she has given me, a
large amount of stabs she will receive,
and if she lives, she will endure the
pain until she dies, I will make sure
that her death, is not pleasant, or
endurable, and she will die soon,
as you might just as well.

Third Talking of Serenity:
It is your fault as well isn't, the reason
that I am like this, the reason he had
found me with him, it is most definitely
your fault Professor, did you think you
could fool me, trick me into thinking
your were innocent? You are wrong,
you will be dead right along side of her,
no one will have to know, anything,
I can cover it up, it is not impossible.

Fourth Talking of Serenity:
There is a reason why murderers wear
black clothes teacher, do you want to
know why? It's so it's harder to tell if blood
gets on those clothes, but it's still possible
to tell, but it's much harder, yes, I have
thought of this. You may find this weird,
but I had to plan, my roommates thought I
was just rambling, no I was thinking,
thinking deeply in how this would work,
murdering people with a knife, is never
clean, this too I thought of, but it is
definitely quieter than anything else,
unless you scream, but that could be
quite enjoyable, for someone who is a
murder, but I am not, so I don't think I
would enjoy that, so don't. I would hate
to be removed.

Fifth Talking of Serenity:
Any logical human being would have
had sense not to sneak up on a person
holding a weapon, even if that weapon
is ever so slight. But I doubt much here
has sense, they can't even keep it's
teacher in line, this school, how is it
to keep a student in line as well.

Sixth Talking of Serenity:
Shall I kill you now? or wait for that
fool to be murdered by my hand first?
I'll give you a choice, seeing as to how
there is too of you, because no doubt, you
as well, are in league with the bitch who
has muttered words of false, that have
brought much pain, that would have
killed a child, and most likely has... I
doubt this not, but I cannot control her,
except for the end of her fate, such as I
will control yours.

Seventh Talking of Serenity:
You are treading upon waters you do
not want. But there is no control over
that now, you are here, and you are
stuck, for this I apologize, but I know
I feel no guilt.

Eighth Talking of Serenity:
You have made a mistake of coming
out here this evening, I would've just
taken Iseki to hell with me, but it does
not appear that that will happen, for
that I must apologize, but I will take you
two men, Iseki, and than myself, and the
worlds peace may be restored once more.
Who knows, maybe the world will be better
off with out us four.

Ninth Talking of Serenity:
Iseki actually deserves what's coming
for her, she is not worthy enough to be
titled human in any way, she might
as well have killed me, I would have
preferred that no. But she cheated, lied,
and tricked me and she doesn't think
anything of it, she is brutal, and mean,
and her students hate her, they would
back me up, if you have only met her,
seven years my superior, but with skin
and features just barely older than mine,
she's hard to forget, and if you have met
her, you would hate her so much, she
tortures and abuses children, she lies
and tells tales that are false about people...
I think that is what American's call, "gossip",
yes? If not I am confused...obviously.

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