randangonpa | Trash Squad Day 11

Trash Squad Day 11 - SECRETS

Are you ready for it?! It's the long awaited final event! This is your last chance to get close before your final dates and the final bonus event!

And, back by popular demand, it's the motive vi—wait, no, not that. Well, I guess you're motivated to build your relationships? That's better anyway.

...Anyway! Check your tablets! You will find you have a few interesting video files! They should be familiar to you! The catch is... if you don't share each one with a different person by nighttime today, they will all be shown to everyone here! We'll have a fun midnight viewing party!

This may seem a bit cruel, but... love is cruel sometimes. Take it as an opportunity to get a bit closer to the people you care about, or everyone will learn a bit more about you! It's win-win when you think about it that way!

[ On your tablets are a minimum of 3 video files! There is no maximum; it's however many you OOCly want to deal with. Each video contains some sort of secret your character has—'secret' loosely defined as anything they would be uncomfortable being thrown up on a big screen in the auditorium in front of everyone. The presentation can be as simple as lines of text with embarrassing facts (Alice wet the bed until she was in junior high!) or as involved as a dramatically edited montage of the murders they committed through their whole life. Your choice!

Each file should be shown to a different person to count as 'shared'. If there is anything they do not manage to, or choose not to, share with someone in particular, comment with a brief description of it over here. These will all be shared publicly in a post which goes up on Thursday before the date announcement post. ]

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Good morning. My video selection is... unpleasant, for the most part. I am not particularly ashamed by anything they've included, but the memories they bring up are not all ones I would care to revisit.

If you don't wanna talk about it, we don't have to. I can just watch one so you don't have to show it to someone else.

[Or to everyone on the big projector.]

That's kind of you to offer. I'll watch one of yours, in return, if you need me to.

Yeah I got like a million of these, so that's be nice.

[He has like ten. Rin's life is suffering.]

Akira's in a couple of 'em if you want to see what he was like last time.

Yes, I think I would enjoy that.

Wait until you see the memory to be sure.

[He hasn't previewed this particular video, but Akira's in the screenshot for it, so he knows Akira is in it at least. And it looks innocent enough, so he clicks on it.

The video immediately opens up with Ichigo and Akira injured and half-dead, being rushed to the infirmary by an older woman and a strange purple alien. Rin is there too, but he holds back, since he's not a doctor and all.

Then it jumps forward to a couple days after, where Rin is keeping Ichigo and Akira company in the infirmary. They're patched up but still recovering, so Rin is doing his best to keep them cheered up. It's a generally happy moment, but there seems to be a bit of a gulf between Rin and the other two. The starts of two of them becoming a couple while Rin becomes more of a 'third wheel' in a way.

Then it jumps forward again, to the night before Akira's trial, where Rin came in to bother the two of them once more but the raccoons came along and kicked Akira out. Ichigo and Rin just stare at the door for a moment before shrugging it off and continuing on with their games or whatever.

Another jump, and it's to the execution announcement. Akira is to be executed for killing Erika. Ichigo is to be executed for talking about 'killing night' plans in public. All Rin can do is stand there, eyes wide, as the gulf between him and his friends becomes wider.

Then Rin is up on that execution stage, fighting through raccoons desperately as they stab him over and over, trying to reach Ichigo and Akira but he can't quite reach them.]

I...guess that wasn't that happy, but that game wasn't really that great anyway. But yeah, they were all...

[He trails off there, because despite his assumptions the video isn't done yet, and it has flashed forward once more.

To here, where he's getting close to Allen and Sonia, closer in a different way than he had with Ichigo and Akira. There's hand-holding and private talks and not really much to show what was being talked about, but it's clear that Rin likes both of them, and they both like him.

But then it's that afternoon in the props room, where Sonia and Allen came to Rin holding hands, and for a very long moment before they told him what was up his heart absolutely sank as he assumed things. The look of fear on his face there is subtle, but present.

Then it jumps again, to the three of them talking about something serious, and they're all red in the face like they were crying just moments ago. It's hard to hear what the exact words are, but Sonia is saying something to Allen and Rin just. Backs up. Pulls away. Lets go of the two of them so they can hold onto each other. And while he's smiling, that same fear from before is there in his eyes.

That's where the video ends. And it's also where the tablet slips out of Rin's fingers entirely and clatters to the floor.]

[yusuke picks up the tablet as soon as it hits the ground, sets it on the table, firmly cups rin's face with one hand so he can't escape, and stares him down]

Okumura. Look at me.

[That is actually a good idea, because he was about to bolt from the room. Running from his problems is definitely something he does.

But he's caught, and with Yusuke's hand there he can't really look away, so he's left looking at Yusuke. There's shock and a whole lot of hurt in those eyes. He wasn't actually consciously aware of that fear of his, but now that he's seen that video too? Yeah, he can see where the fear of abandonment has always been a problem for him.]

[making eye contact and keeping it, unblinking]

I seem to recall you running from your feelings before. Do not run from the people you love, Okumura. You must face your fears if you wish to move forward. Am I clear?

[Yeah, that. That's a real challenge for him.

But right now he's still in shock so he can't even argue with Yusuke. All he does is nod a little in affirmation.]

[he leans in a little, serious]

You are not alone. You are only alone if you keep running.

[and he lets go of him]

[The answer comes a few moments after Yusuke lets go, when Rin finally gets control of his voice again.]

I know. I...I know.

[That doesn't do much to help with the crippling fear of everyone eventually deciding he's not worth the effort and just abandoning him, though.]

[baby steps, rin.

that having been said, yusuke's going to run his hands over his face and into his hair from having seen akira and ichigo almost dead, and then seeing them executed. hoo boy.]

[Yeah, the last game was quite a trip. Fun times all around.]

...I'm sorry. I thought it was just some dumb stuff from the thumbnail, I didn't realize what it really was.

[taking a deep breath in and letting it out]

... it is alright. I simply... reacted emotionally.

Well no shit you did! You didn't need to see Akira like that.

[He knows they're good friends, and he probably definitely didn't need to see Akira shot out of a canon like that. Or learn that Akira definitely killed someone, because that sure happened too.]

[he knew the basics, but not the details]

Yes... and neither did you. I am sorry.

[He's not really used to others feeling bad for him like that. So he glances away awkwardly as he tries to come up with words to make it slightly less terrible..]

It's alright. Though I guess you know now why I don't really talk about it, huh?

I do.

Shall I show you one of mine, then?

Yeah, that's fair I think. Then I'll help you through whatever problems you've got.

[Since Yusuke was such a bro and reassured him and all.]

[yusuke flips through his videos, and frowns]

... I have one left, but it is... not pleasant. I will tell you that now, in case you do not wish to view it.

I still want to see it, even if it's unpleasant.

[He owes it to Yusuke to see it. Not only because Yusuke saw his, but because they're friends. And that's what friends do for each other.]

Very well.

[The scene: a somewhat run-down Japanese-style house, not in shambles, but clearly something of a shack. It's evening, sometime in late autumn, so there's a chill in the air. Yusuke is about 11 or 12, huddled in a corner of a room dedicated to making art: there's supplies on multiple tables, several easels with half-finished canvases, and paint splatters on the floor and walls. There's also a small bookshelf off to the side, mostly filled with art books, but hidden behind it are a few volumes of manga. Yusuke is currently reading one of the manga volumes, shivering from the cold, but determined to ignore it. He reads for a few more minutes, until there's a SLAM of the front door of the house being open and shut. He jumps, and fumbles to hide the manga before the door to the room opens. He's on his feet by the time it does, and the person who opens it is an older man dressed in a formal kimono. He eyes the room critically without saying a word, and then turns to Yusuke, and sighs deeply.

Not finished yet? The exhibition is this weekend, and it would be a poor showing with the number of works I have so far.

"My apologies, sensei. I promise I will have it done for you before then."

Hmmm... I seem to recall hearing promises of the sort last time, and I was still short one painting then, wasn't I?

"I... I swear I will work even harder to make up for that. I know how much the exhibition means to you, sensei--"

The older man interrupts with a laugh and a smile, but there is nothing warm or kind in his gaze.

You worry too much, Yusuke. I have complete faith that you'll deliver on time.

"... of course, sensei."

But let's not leave any room for doubt, shall we?

Yusuke goes still, and then he reaches out a hand towards the older man, calling out "Wait, sensei, please--!" but it's too late. He has closed the door, and Yusuke can hear the sound of it being locked from the outside, a click echoing in the room with a terrible finality. Yusuke lowers his head and presses his face to his palms, shivering. He's only lucky he was able to eat dinner beforehand, because he knows already that the door will not open until the morning. Glancing around, there isn't anything that he can use for a blanket... he takes the manga volumes out from behind the bookshelf and bends them a little, judging how soft they are. He can use these for a pillow, at least. He sets them down in a pile by the corner for later.

For now, he has work to do. He stands in front of the unfinished canvas, already painted in shades of deep blues and blacks. Yusuke clenches his fists hard, and swallows back the tightening in his throat, and he starts to paint. He paints in a frenzy, like he's possessed by something, but it's obvious that it's just him lashing out in anger and frustration. The painting comes to life as a boat at sea, caught in a storm, a crack of lighting hitting the bow of the ship and splitting it in twain. It's beautiful, and Yusuke is in tears by the time he's finished--and by the time the sun rises.]

[...oh.

Rin had some perceptions of Yusuke previously. Perceptions that definitely colored his first encounter with him, and that made becoming friends a bit more difficult. Even after they were friends, Rin had been assuming that they were true, and that he would just be friends with Yusuke despite them.

But now he sees that he was wrong, and that Yusuke has suffered just as much as anyone else here. He's not a spoiled rich kid with no worries whatsoever who sticks his nose in places where it doesn't belong, he's just...Yusuke. With his own past and his own problems.

Rin doesn't say anything about the video. Instead, once the video is done, he just reaches out to pull Yusuke into a tight hug.]

[yusuke lets out a gasp when rin hugs him, just out of surprise. he's stiff for a moment, but then he wraps his arms around him in return]

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