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[Team One] Jinro
Uh yeah really random blurb.
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*Yoda voice* "always two there are..."
“Here, put this on. It’s getting cold,” Iwamoto draped his jacket over Sakuma’s shoulders.
“What about you, Hikaru?” Sakuma looked up but then thanked Iwamoto and pulled the jacket around his shoulders more. “Aren’t you cold?”
“I’ll be okay,” Iwamoto shook his head.
Sakuma looked at the other for a moment and then scooted closer, snuggling against the taller male. “Let’s just keep each other warm.”
“Care if we huddle up, too?” Fukazawa and Abe appeared on the staircase not too far away from where Iwamoto and Sakuma were. “The more the merrier. Or something.”
“We wouldn’t mind some extra warmth,” Iwamoto invited the other two.
“Do you think Shota is the jinro? I mean, not counting any of the people we didn’t know, only people close to him were taken out so far. Miyadate got eliminated because he covered for Shota. Then Meguro was eliminated because he said he was the Seer and he vouched for Shota that he was a villager and then the jinro got Koji. Shota even had that outburst of wanting to protect Raul at all costs and they stayed together that night but then the next morning,” Fukazawa clenched his fist and closed his eyes, trying to will away the memories.
“We were all there, though. All in the same room,” Abe whispered brokenly.
All of them went silent as they remembered the cold, dead body of the youngest member of the group. Sakuma curled up into a ball and went silent. It just showed how grave the situation was. That even Sakuma did not want to speak anymore.
“Where’s Shota now?” Iwamoto asked.
“He went off somewhere alone. Said he might be going crazy and maybe he is the Jinro after all, so he doesn’t want to be close to the people he cares about anymore.”
“There’s a chance that Shota might not be the jinro,” Abe then spoke up again. “If you consider the numbers of the others. They might be trying to frame him. But so far...our votes have outnumbered them and we’ve managed to save Shota.”
“Just like we somehow saved Sakuma that first night,” Fukazawa sighed.
They all remembered how Sakuma had been found ‘suspicious’ by some people because of his bright and bubbly behaviour but then when they had brought it up, Sakuma had first begged them to reconsider but then given up and just knelt down in the middle of the circle and told people to speak his death sentence. But then said that his death would mean nothing because he was but a villager. The tides had turned then and the guy who had driven Sakuma into the corner the most had suddenly found himself with votes outnumbering Sakuma’s.
“I appreciate it,” Sakuma smiled tiredly. “Wish we could have saved the others, too.”
“There’s that,” Fukazawa nodded.
“But sooner or later it’s...if this game continues…” Abe closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn’t want to say it but all of them knew it anyway.
“But maybe not tonight,” Iwamoto finally spoke up as well.
“Yeah.”
The clock struck midnight and even if they had wanted to continue their conversation, they couldn’t. Their heads dropped simultaneously, at the flick of a switch.
And once the villagers were all fast asleep, the Jinro moved.
When they all came to again the next morning, there was a scream from somewhere. Another victim had been found. It was none of them. They all woke up again together. It also wasn’t Watanabe. They had made it through another night. But there was still the judgement.
It continued for a few more days, a few more nights. But then the numbers dwindled down. And in the end only one person was left, who did not belong to their little group.
It was when Iwamoto, Sakuma, Fukazawa and Abe sat together again that night, that Abe thought out loud. “Something about this number of people seems off. But I cannot put my finger on it. Maybe I’ll figure it out when I sleep over it for a night.”
Unfortunately, Abe did not wake up again the next day. Written in blood next to his cold body were a number and a single kanji: ‘Two People’.
“What does that mean?” Sakuma wondered.
“Abe-chan figured something out. But he did not live to tell the tale.” Iwamoto said grimly.
When the body dropped dead onto the floor, the four of them looked at one another. Watanabe looked back and forth between his friends. “So it really is one of us.”
Suddenly the screen flashed and started to display a message.
“Only two villagers remain,” Fukazawa suddenly froze. “So that’s what Abe-chan’s dying message was. There are two. There are two jinro in this game.”
“Why…” Watanabe looked at all of them with wide eyes and then went down, eyes dead and empty from one moment to the next. Iwamoto’s gun was still smoking.
“Only two villagers remain. The Jinro win this game.”
Fukazawa backed away. “This can’t be. It’s-”
“Sorry, Fukka,” Sakuma’s eyes changed as well and then he pulled out a gun from somewhere inside his jacket. “Farewell. My friend.”
A moment later, Fukazawa dropped down, next to Watanabe. The click that released the trackers around Iwamoto’s and Sakuma’s ankles echoed through the now empty building.
Iwamoto put his jacket around Sakuma when they left the building and then wrapped his arm around the other as well. A black car was awaiting them outside.
“Congratulations, you two. That makes six successful games. You have now finished your training.” A man in a mask smirked at them. “You will serve your country well. You will keep the unknowing citizens safe. Your country is proud of you.”
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*Yoda voice* "always two there are..."
“Here, put this on. It’s getting cold,” Iwamoto draped his jacket over Sakuma’s shoulders.
“What about you, Hikaru?” Sakuma looked up but then thanked Iwamoto and pulled the jacket around his shoulders more. “Aren’t you cold?”
“I’ll be okay,” Iwamoto shook his head.
Sakuma looked at the other for a moment and then scooted closer, snuggling against the taller male. “Let’s just keep each other warm.”
“Care if we huddle up, too?” Fukazawa and Abe appeared on the staircase not too far away from where Iwamoto and Sakuma were. “The more the merrier. Or something.”
“We wouldn’t mind some extra warmth,” Iwamoto invited the other two.
“Do you think Shota is the jinro? I mean, not counting any of the people we didn’t know, only people close to him were taken out so far. Miyadate got eliminated because he covered for Shota. Then Meguro was eliminated because he said he was the Seer and he vouched for Shota that he was a villager and then the jinro got Koji. Shota even had that outburst of wanting to protect Raul at all costs and they stayed together that night but then the next morning,” Fukazawa clenched his fist and closed his eyes, trying to will away the memories.
“We were all there, though. All in the same room,” Abe whispered brokenly.
All of them went silent as they remembered the cold, dead body of the youngest member of the group. Sakuma curled up into a ball and went silent. It just showed how grave the situation was. That even Sakuma did not want to speak anymore.
“Where’s Shota now?” Iwamoto asked.
“He went off somewhere alone. Said he might be going crazy and maybe he is the Jinro after all, so he doesn’t want to be close to the people he cares about anymore.”
“There’s a chance that Shota might not be the jinro,” Abe then spoke up again. “If you consider the numbers of the others. They might be trying to frame him. But so far...our votes have outnumbered them and we’ve managed to save Shota.”
“Just like we somehow saved Sakuma that first night,” Fukazawa sighed.
They all remembered how Sakuma had been found ‘suspicious’ by some people because of his bright and bubbly behaviour but then when they had brought it up, Sakuma had first begged them to reconsider but then given up and just knelt down in the middle of the circle and told people to speak his death sentence. But then said that his death would mean nothing because he was but a villager. The tides had turned then and the guy who had driven Sakuma into the corner the most had suddenly found himself with votes outnumbering Sakuma’s.
“I appreciate it,” Sakuma smiled tiredly. “Wish we could have saved the others, too.”
“There’s that,” Fukazawa nodded.
“But sooner or later it’s...if this game continues…” Abe closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn’t want to say it but all of them knew it anyway.
“But maybe not tonight,” Iwamoto finally spoke up as well.
“Yeah.”
The clock struck midnight and even if they had wanted to continue their conversation, they couldn’t. Their heads dropped simultaneously, at the flick of a switch.
And once the villagers were all fast asleep, the Jinro moved.
When they all came to again the next morning, there was a scream from somewhere. Another victim had been found. It was none of them. They all woke up again together. It also wasn’t Watanabe. They had made it through another night. But there was still the judgement.
It continued for a few more days, a few more nights. But then the numbers dwindled down. And in the end only one person was left, who did not belong to their little group.
It was when Iwamoto, Sakuma, Fukazawa and Abe sat together again that night, that Abe thought out loud. “Something about this number of people seems off. But I cannot put my finger on it. Maybe I’ll figure it out when I sleep over it for a night.”
Unfortunately, Abe did not wake up again the next day. Written in blood next to his cold body were a number and a single kanji: ‘Two People’.
“What does that mean?” Sakuma wondered.
“Abe-chan figured something out. But he did not live to tell the tale.” Iwamoto said grimly.
When the body dropped dead onto the floor, the four of them looked at one another. Watanabe looked back and forth between his friends. “So it really is one of us.”
Suddenly the screen flashed and started to display a message.
“Only two villagers remain,” Fukazawa suddenly froze. “So that’s what Abe-chan’s dying message was. There are two. There are two jinro in this game.”
“Why…” Watanabe looked at all of them with wide eyes and then went down, eyes dead and empty from one moment to the next. Iwamoto’s gun was still smoking.
“Only two villagers remain. The Jinro win this game.”
Fukazawa backed away. “This can’t be. It’s-”
“Sorry, Fukka,” Sakuma’s eyes changed as well and then he pulled out a gun from somewhere inside his jacket. “Farewell. My friend.”
A moment later, Fukazawa dropped down, next to Watanabe. The click that released the trackers around Iwamoto’s and Sakuma’s ankles echoed through the now empty building.
Iwamoto put his jacket around Sakuma when they left the building and then wrapped his arm around the other as well. A black car was awaiting them outside.
“Congratulations, you two. That makes six successful games. You have now finished your training.” A man in a mask smirked at them. “You will serve your country well. You will keep the unknowing citizens safe. Your country is proud of you.”
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