[Haruka + Naoya] Taking Things Seriously

His footsteps echoed slightly as the artist made his way down the narrow road to his house. The night was quiet, almost frighteningly so. It wasn't like he was completely unaware of the scarred woman, sneaking a glance at him. It made him a bit nervous, though he continued heading for his house, giving the benefit of the doubt to the girl. There was no way that someone would plot to murder this early, right? He wanted to just leave that thought at just plotting to murder, though he wasn't exactly optimistic after seeing such a gruesome display down town. Not to mention a particular student here seemed like a psychopath. 

Leaving the student, and his bleak thoughts behind, he found his 'house', and took little time entering and locking the door behind him. It wasn't long before Naoya walked through the entire place, looking for any obvious weapons, or an intruder. Once he knew the close was clear, he registered the style of the room. On every wall hung a classic, or famous painting or artistic photograph. Van Gogh, Monet, Dali, Warhol were the particularly obvious ones. As if that wasn't enough, several meticulously crafted bust and miniature statues lied on shelves, and tables around the room. The walls themselves were painted an abstract form of colors that seemed somewhat familiar to him. It was a mural like something he'd paint, though he had never seen it before in his life. So why did it feel familiar? 

Sighing, he sat on the bed, rubbing his face. There was a canvas and stool in one corner of the room that, for once, he tried to ignore. Now wasn't the time. Naoya had been kidnapped and held hostage by a mechanical rabbit in a damn tutu, and told to murder one of his fellow inmates to leave. Even if he wanted to paint right now, it'd only come out as a filthy, disgusting mess. 

After a while, he had passed out. After such an exhausting day, there was really no use in thinking of escape plans or survival tactics, as they'd just be muddled in his head. 

Though, his eyes opening wearily opening, as he was awoken with the sounds of footsteps by his door, followed by a semi-loud click. He was a light sleeper as it was, and hadn't really been napping very long. The click was then followed by another. Then another. Then another. After the fourth click, he heard the footsteps again, leaving earshot swiftly. He waited. That was definitely the virtue he was proud of, his patience. After about ten minutes of no activity outside the door, he stood, stretching a little before unlocking the door and opening it, just to see a plain looking letter, stapled to his door. Looking around the outside of his house, he spotted no one watching.

"Hmm..." Though a bit wary of it, he took the note off the door before returning to his house. Reading it, he almost felt honored. In a group of complete strangers, this Haruka girl seemed almost excited to meet him. Was it that scarred girl? Due to his introverted nature, meeting fans just didn't happen. Of course, it could be a ruse. For all the cobalt haired student knew, this Haruka could try to murder him. "...Damn it." He let out an exasperated sigh, setting the letter down. What, was he going to test the tea for poison? Get a background search on the girl? It was at that moment that he became almost frustrated with his own paranoia.

Standing again, he decided he shouldn't be completely careless. Sure, he was going to go, but not unarmed. Finding a large Type C calligraphy pen, ending with a wide, sharp point, and stuck it in his pocket, along with a pocket book, and a few more writing utensils to avoid any suspicion. It was not really weird for an artist to have those supplies on him. In fact, he actually would normally have these supplies, for sketches and such. The pen would only be for self defense. If he was fast enough, he would be able to incapacitate her one way or another with it. People normally wouldn't attack when a sharp object is pressed against their neck, or dug into their shoulder. That was.. if he had the opportunity. Naoya wasn't exactly a fighter.

Still, he withdrew from his house, finding the house of Haruka Kobayashi before long, and knocking on the door, a calm look on his face. Despite his preparation, he was honestly expecting this to be a pleasant meeting. Perhaps they could work together to find a way out of the hellhole.

Haruka Kobayashi