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Tweak says, "Moose."

kondo kozue | 近藤梢 (anthesphoria) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-03-08 12:55:00

Entry tags:

beachthread, kiriko, kozue

dormroom rage: the sequel? who knows
WHO: Kozue and Kiriko
WHAT: Moar weighty discussion or something.
WHERE: Their room at the beach/maybe other places, depending.
WHEN: Just after the Kousplosion.
WHY: Kozue notices that Kiriko is nowhere to be noticed, and goes looking.

Kozue had slipped out of the living room as soon as the commotion had died down; she was not as much a mess as might have been expected, for along with disgust and a sense of betrayal and unpleasant confusion was a strong, strong sense of relief. At least things were over with Kou, and if they had ended poorly, well... Kozue had been party to worse breakups, if never to one quite that public.

What was bothering her now was that she knew Kiriko had been in the room with them before Kou had dropped the bomb (and the polariods), but by the time she had actually started fighting with Oubai, Kiriko had been nowhere to be seen.

So where had she gone? And, more importantly, why?

Kozue started by slowly pushing the door of their room open, and poking her head in; it was a sharp contrast to the last time she had entered the room after an interview with her now ex-boyfriend.

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apathyisboring
2010-03-11 05:41 pm UTC (link)

Something in her chest lifted. Denial from Kozue was certainly more convincing than from Reizo. She was, for one thing, much less of a lying liar who lies all the time. All the same, it was hard to be completely convinced when faced with photographic proof. Maybe she was just being stupid and believing what she wanted to believe. Kiriko sat up slowly, brushing her hair behind her ear. She was looking at her knees instead of her roommate, now.

"Well... where did those photos come from...?"

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anthesphoria
2010-03-11 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Kozue watched Kiriko, as Kiriko watched something at about knee-level. This, she thought, confirmed that she'd hit on what was bothering Kiriko.... at least in a roundabout way. She was somewhere near the mark.

"Someone probably followed us. We did all those things—I mean like the shopping and eating pastries and walking around." A pause. "It rained and I forgot my umbrella, so we shared." And this was certainly not an unbelievable fact, at least, on Kozue's side: she was forever forgetting such things. It was more remarkable, perhaps, and Kozue should have found it more remarkable at the time, that Reizo had been amendable to the idea, had offered, even.

She thought back to what else had been on the table, what else had caught her eye. "The picture with my dress...? I don't know if you know what the dressing rooms at Comme des Filles boutique looks like? They have a really distinctive fuzzy carpet. I was trying on one of their fall collection dresses." A pause. "It had giant shoulderpads and I looked like a robot, but the point is... The pictures were," she furrowed her brow. "Not staged, but definitely meant to look bad."

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apathyisboring
2010-03-11 06:02 pm UTC (link)

Her mouth was doing something funny, shifting from one side to the other while Kozue spoke. Kiriko was vaguely aware of this (and how ridiculous it must look), but was busy trying to puzzle out what she thought about the whole thing. She was saying exactly what he had said. And what were the odds that they would have planned something like this together? Slim to none, most likely. Kozue didn't have any good reason to lie about it, either, at least not that she could think of. She went to tuck her hair behind her ear, found it was already tucked, and went to play with the loose strand hanging over her shoulder instead.

"It figures. We should have known something was up from the very start." She looked up, addressing her friend instead of her knees, now. "At least now you don't have to deal with Oubai, I guess."

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anthesphoria
2010-03-11 11:35 pm UTC (link)

"That's the good part of it." Well, that, and all the free stuff that Reizo had gotten her, which now was seeming less free and more bribery or payment, but… It was also very valuable.

Kozue could not bring herself to care that much that it was bribery of a sort, then. "I hope he just sulks in his room until we all go home. Not that it'd be different from how he's behaved up until now, of course." But seeing him around would be awkward, even more so, and Kozue imagined he'd not stay himself from giving out even more insulting diatribes to anyone who'd listen.

"I thought something was fishy but I… I guess I just couldn't be bothered to worry about it with everything else that was going on." This, the story of Kondo Kozue's life: something is wrong but there are swimsuits to buy, new expensive jewelry to appreciate, beaches to go to. People to rescue from Paradise, too, though it weaselled its way in there somewhere between jewelry and beaches.

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apathyisboring
2010-03-11 11:49 pm UTC (link)

"It isn't your fault." And it wasn't. If Kiriko hadn't even thought enough of it to investigate further beforehand or tag along and play chaperone, she hardly expected Kozue to have been worried about it. She could at least shelve the guilt from the Oubai situation too - her lack of suspicion left her kicking herself for not knowing better, but feeling nothing resembling guilt. The strings seemed to be tying themselves up, now, and she'd investigate some of the reconstructed pictures later on when she was alone to make absolutely extra super double sure.

There was just one thing that was still confusing her.

"You don't really seem mad at him at all. Shirai, I mean. Don't you want to get him back?"

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anthesphoria
2010-03-14 04:02 pm UTC (link)

Kozue shrugged. "I was thinking about it. I'm sure that me being unhappy isn't a bad thing for Shirai, but I don't think it was like, the point." If it was, she felt bad for Reizo for having missed that memo. Or series of memos. No, thinking back to how they had interacted that day at the park, it really seemed like some kind of bad blood between him and Oubai. Which was not a far-fetched theory at all: Reizo and Kou were, it seemed, both very good at collecting grudges. "I was a means to an end." Not surprising. Not surprising in the least.

"It got me out of a shitty situation, and I kind of profited." She shrugged. So she'd come out ahead of where she had been, even if this could never be called 'winning'. Being the best or the most benefited wasn't something she could hope for—coming out less damaged and slightly ahead of where she had been was, in Kozue's book, a victory. This, though, she had the sense she couldn't say to Kiriko, so she said nothing.

She looked at her hands—she needed a new manicure, the salt water was chipping at the current paint, and ugh, going back to school would mean going back to clear polish and the occasional French tips when teachers weren't in a disciplinary mood, she should schedule with her stylist after they were back in Iburi—and was quiet for a moment. The chatter of inane, nail-related thoughts kept out the other thoughts, and that was good.

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apathyisboring
2010-03-16 01:16 pm UTC (link)

Kiriko frowned. That was something she just didn't understand. If it had been her, she'd be out for blood, no matter how inadvisable and likely to wind up in endless circling it was. It wasn't as though she hadn't noticed that their approaches were always a bit different, but Kozue barely seemed angry at all. Just ambivalent, from what she could read.

On the other hand, this was a relief. Ambivalence meant she didn't need to do anything on her friend's behalf. Ambivalence meant it could be put behind her.

But, still...

"Are you alright, then?"

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anthesphoria
2010-03-17 02:28 am UTC (link)

She continued to look at her hands, fascinated--at least, she seemed a decent impression of fascinated. "Yeah."

Kozue did seem ambivalent, although that ambivalence was a careful, balanced front for a deep, ugly knot of doubt: just because she said it could not make her believe it. Just because she said that being used this way didn't make her angry, or make her want revenge, didn't mean that it didn't...

Kozue didn't know.

She glanced up. "Thanks for worrying."

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