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endless_june2014-12-01 08:35 pm
all_onis_are_true) wrote in endless_june2014-12-01 08:35 pm
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June 14, 1999 -- After Club
[Another day, another bout of messing around. Hiroshi can't shake the feeling that everybody seemed more on edge than usual today, though. Must be more spooked from that silly ceremony than they wanted to let on. How foolish. They were all still alive, right?
Well, okay, Maria could believe what she wants. She's young. She'll learn.
The mail is sitting at the foot of the door when he gets back to his house. His parents are out for now; Father, no doubt, is still working at the lab, and Mother must be out shopping. Well, never mind. He sorts through the mail, and stops.
There's an envelope in here, marked to him. No return address, though. He frowns. Well, he IS expecting a letter one way or another from that school in the city, but he can't imagine they'd send him something without any sort of letterhead. He puts the other mail on the table and opens up the envelope.
The only thing inside was the following letter:]
UNBELIEVER
THE NINTH IS DEAD
YOU WILL DIE SOON TOO
SHIGETSUNA-SAMA DEMANDS IT
[He furrows his brow. The Ninth? Who's the Ninth? There were only eight! Where'd this note come from? Who could have...
Shaken, he tears it up into several pieces, his breathing shallow and tight. Whoever from the club sent that, it's not funny. He needs a walk to clear his head.
Which is, of course, where you might run into him. He seems on edge, either way.]
Well, okay, Maria could believe what she wants. She's young. She'll learn.
The mail is sitting at the foot of the door when he gets back to his house. His parents are out for now; Father, no doubt, is still working at the lab, and Mother must be out shopping. Well, never mind. He sorts through the mail, and stops.
There's an envelope in here, marked to him. No return address, though. He frowns. Well, he IS expecting a letter one way or another from that school in the city, but he can't imagine they'd send him something without any sort of letterhead. He puts the other mail on the table and opens up the envelope.
The only thing inside was the following letter:]
UNBELIEVER
THE NINTH IS DEAD
YOU WILL DIE SOON TOO
SHIGETSUNA-SAMA DEMANDS IT
[He furrows his brow. The Ninth? Who's the Ninth? There were only eight! Where'd this note come from? Who could have...
Shaken, he tears it up into several pieces, his breathing shallow and tight. Whoever from the club sent that, it's not funny. He needs a walk to clear his head.
Which is, of course, where you might run into him. He seems on edge, either way.]
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You do not have to keep THAT many secrets.