Ren-kun

This. Still one of the best poems ever imo.

[[Oh wow. That sucks. Haha. Good luck to everyone. Posting as soon as I find a way to contribute to the plot as a ghost.]]

"Hello again, foolish people...and murderers. I'm sickened by your lethargy. However, I'm feeling generous instead, so I will offer Misaki and Wicky a deal." The voice paused, then it continued. "I will heal both of you of your injuries if you wish, but in exchange, you will condemn Ren-kun to death. If either of you agree, I will commence the process. However, should both of you turn down my generous offer...I will make sure that no one may lock their doors the following night. The choice is yours." The chilling words caused a combination of shock and irritation on Kevin's face. It was a good thing his sister wasn't there with him and witness the fear her brother tried so hard to keep. Alongside that inevitable fear was a wave of pure annoyance. Whoever's behind the ominous voice that kept unexpectedly taunting them would pay. Kevin paced around the room, deep in thought. He could talk to the two injured people who had his fate in their hands but what good would that even do? Kid or not, they had no obligation to spare him and given a choice they certainly would get themselves healed, at least Kevin would if he was in their place. In a setting worthy of a slasher/mystery flick's, it was every person for themselves and Kevin certainly wouldn't harbor any ill feelings towards the two if they did choose to free themselves of the chains their injuries gave them. As the words condemn and death resonated on his mind, the young boy's large green eyes were still wide open as he pounded his fist on the sole desk in their room. "Absurd. This is totally absurd. I guess the incognito coward realized that he needed to do something to keep his audience. Even reaching the point that he had to put a kid's neck on the chopping block means that he must be pretty desperate to get a rise out of his guests." Kevin thought and plopped himself down on his bed. After sighing and fully getting settled with the idea that he might die, he sat upright waiting for his sister to return. The investigation would have to wait until after their little talk. At least now they had a some sort of a clue. [[stupid headache -___- Sorry if there are any errors]]

[[Woah. Oh well. :???: Posting later.]]

*high fives*

Kagura - Gintama

DCW's Sharpshooter

A:8 S:8.5

Without a doubt, time travel.

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