Ren Miura (
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infinite_reflection2012-04-09 09:05 pm
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A couple of days after hanging out with Miho...
"Under the weather" was at once an accurate and inaccurate way for Ren to describe herself. She had much less energy than usual, but being stubborn as ever, she refused to let it show. She attended practice even after hurting her ankle, and grumbled endlessly when the team captain forced her to sit out for her own safety. Her volunteering jobs had been stressful as well, and she found herself with less work to do and less people to help. For any other teenager this would have been a good thing, but for Ren, it was a sign that she wasn't needed.
And then the kitchen knife slipped from her hand while preparing her lunch that morning. Ren idly scratched around the bandaid on her finger during class, chewing on the inside of her cheek. For anyone who knew her well, they could tell she didn't look like herself.
... Not to mention the mirrors were driving her up the wall.
Just as the bell rang to signal the end of the day's last class, the sound stretched and echoed in Ren's head and her mind seemed to blank out. She sat there, immobile, for a good number of minutes, whilst everyone around her was already packing up.
"Hey, Miura, are you okay? You look kinda pale."
"Hm... yeah, maybe you should go to the infirmary. Or get someone to help you walk home..."
"Miura? Hey, Miura, are you listening?"
Abruptly, the girl stood from her seat, surprising those standing around her desk. Without gathering her things or even uttering a word, she turned and exited the classroom, staring blankly and dragging her feet.
She heard whispers all around her... or inside her? But she couldn't actively listen to them. She was barely conscious and it was like she didn't find anything strange about walking to an empty girls' bathroom. Once there, she turned to face the mirror, empty gaze setting on the shifting surface.
And then the kitchen knife slipped from her hand while preparing her lunch that morning. Ren idly scratched around the bandaid on her finger during class, chewing on the inside of her cheek. For anyone who knew her well, they could tell she didn't look like herself.
... Not to mention the mirrors were driving her up the wall.
Just as the bell rang to signal the end of the day's last class, the sound stretched and echoed in Ren's head and her mind seemed to blank out. She sat there, immobile, for a good number of minutes, whilst everyone around her was already packing up.
"Hey, Miura, are you okay? You look kinda pale."
"Hm... yeah, maybe you should go to the infirmary. Or get someone to help you walk home..."
"Miura? Hey, Miura, are you listening?"
Abruptly, the girl stood from her seat, surprising those standing around her desk. Without gathering her things or even uttering a word, she turned and exited the classroom, staring blankly and dragging her feet.
She heard whispers all around her... or inside her? But she couldn't actively listen to them. She was barely conscious and it was like she didn't find anything strange about walking to an empty girls' bathroom. Once there, she turned to face the mirror, empty gaze setting on the shifting surface.
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"I'm gonna call an ambulance... how do I even explain this?"
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"... Good point," she said, looking down at the slowly bleeding scrapes in her hands. "I don't think a simple I slipped and fell on something story would cut it."
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"Out behind the school. He had a knife."
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"Hi, uh, my friend and I had a run-in with a mugger. I drove him off, but she's bleeding pretty bad... no, she was cut on the side. Me? No, just a few bandaids and a brace and I'll be fine, but she might need stitches. We're at Eizou Academy, we're cleaning up in the bathroom on the second floor right now. Okay, thanks."
She pocketed her phone. "They'll be here in about ten minutes. Think you can hold up?" She washed her own hands and wiped them carefully before grabbing some towels and helping with Seiya's wound.
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"I should be okay. You can head to the infirmary if you need to." Worried, she looked over all of Ren's injuries.
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She blinked, realization dawning upon her. "Oh, uh. Sorry for changing the subject, but I just realized I never got your name." Awkward. It would be suspicious if the ambulance asked her about it and she ended up not even knowing her name.
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Seiya Yamada, huh? Hmm. "Nice to formally meet you, Yaya-senpai."
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The girls' room door opened, an EMT easing in. "Whoah, okay we got a bleeder." Another set of EMTs entered with a stretcher, helping Seiya onto it. Turning to Ren, the leader of the group looked her over. "Would you like to come too? We'll need you to fill out some paperwork if so..."
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