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

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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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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