Kiyotaka Ishimaru [石丸清多夏] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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smashacademy2014-03-09 11:35 pm
forgetbeam) wrote in smashacademy2014-03-09 11:35 pm
[TEXT / ACTION] all all apologies
[It had been a long month of ups and downs. Mostly downs. While Hajime was able to pull Kiyotaka out of a state of self-loathing depression after his failure to bring about change to the school and subsequent removal from the Disciplinary Committee, the drawn-out tantrum that followed was a complete trainwreck for anyone unfortunate enough to come across "Ishida." But the raging emotions had taken their toll on him mentally while the few intense fights he got into wore him down physically, and eventually young Vivian finally talked him down from the brink of virtual insanity, still believing in him even after his attempts to push her away.
The first thing he did when he parted ways with his former partner was crash in one of the temporary dorms for half a day. Then he grabbed whatever he could from the cafeteria and filled his stomach, though it took a lot less to get the job done than it felt like he was going to need. Full and somewhat-rested, but still sore and emotionally exhausted, he sat alone in what used to be the Disciplinary Committee's meeting room with his hands folded on the table in front of him, in deep reflection for well over an hour.
He needed to apologize to people, that much was certain. It was also a sure thing that an apology wasn't enough, and he feared that there was no way to even begin mending the damage he'd done with certain people. But... he had to try. That was all he could do. Even if he had no idea how, there was no way he could just sit and do nothing. He was through running away; he settled on that much when he stopped hiding behind Ishida.
If only the people he most wanted advice from weren't among those he needed to speak to in the first place.
Just how many people did he need to reach out to, anyway? His memories of the past month were clouded by anger and regret, the things that broke his heart most standing out a lot more than some smaller incidents which no doubt were in just as much need of atonement. The network seemed like a good start, he decided. Efficient and wide-reaching.
And so, from a terminal in the library:]
I understand that there is no excuse for my recent behaviour. I will do everything in my power to make up for any trouble I have caused.
I must also announce that I am no longer a hall monitor or the head of the Disciplinary Committee. This has been the case for several weeks. Do not think that means that you have free reign to cause chaos.
[Yeah, but chaos is gonna happen anyway, AS USUAL.
Anyway, with that done, he lingers in the library for a little while before beginning the trek back to his dorm. He's been dreading going back for the first time since Valentine's Day, but it can't be avoided any longer. Unless he runs into someone else along the way.]
The first thing he did when he parted ways with his former partner was crash in one of the temporary dorms for half a day. Then he grabbed whatever he could from the cafeteria and filled his stomach, though it took a lot less to get the job done than it felt like he was going to need. Full and somewhat-rested, but still sore and emotionally exhausted, he sat alone in what used to be the Disciplinary Committee's meeting room with his hands folded on the table in front of him, in deep reflection for well over an hour.
He needed to apologize to people, that much was certain. It was also a sure thing that an apology wasn't enough, and he feared that there was no way to even begin mending the damage he'd done with certain people. But... he had to try. That was all he could do. Even if he had no idea how, there was no way he could just sit and do nothing. He was through running away; he settled on that much when he stopped hiding behind Ishida.
If only the people he most wanted advice from weren't among those he needed to speak to in the first place.
Just how many people did he need to reach out to, anyway? His memories of the past month were clouded by anger and regret, the things that broke his heart most standing out a lot more than some smaller incidents which no doubt were in just as much need of atonement. The network seemed like a good start, he decided. Efficient and wide-reaching.
And so, from a terminal in the library:]
I understand that there is no excuse for my recent behaviour. I will do everything in my power to make up for any trouble I have caused.
I must also announce that I am no longer a hall monitor or the head of the Disciplinary Committee. This has been the case for several weeks. Do not think that means that you have free reign to cause chaos.
[Yeah, but chaos is gonna happen anyway, AS USUAL.
Anyway, with that done, he lingers in the library for a little while before beginning the trek back to his dorm. He's been dreading going back for the first time since Valentine's Day, but it can't be avoided any longer. Unless he runs into someone else along the way.]
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[So much for an acceptable library voice.]
Whether you are in such a position or not, you should not be using a weapon anywhere but the stadium, and you should not be climbing on book shelves! Get down from there!
[He set a world record for how long he could go without saying anything before snapping. At least this proves he hasn't lost his passion entirely...]
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mukuro looks vaguely embarassed as she clambers down from the shelf and bows deeply to him. ]
My apologies, Kiyotaka-san. I will refrain from weaponry use in school aside from the assigned places and will also refrain from climbing on the bookshelves as a form of transportation.
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[ mukuro straightens up, the slight flush still on her face ]
Kiyotaka-san, may I be frank?
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[ mukuro's face is surprisingly tense, her lips pursed together as if trying to prevent the words from coming out because she feels like she has to say it but oh no, she can't say it. it's kiyotaka, she's in front of him, logic dictates that since he told her to say what she was thinking, she should begin and describe the swelling in her chest whenever he walks by, or the feeling in the pit of her stomach when he does something particularly admirable. ]
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He's so bad at reading people, so he can't begin to fathom where she's going with this. He wants to interrupt and demand she go right to the point but he will encourage her to finish in a more gentle way instead. This time.]
"And"...?
[No pressure, Mukuro, but his super intense stare can't be making this any easier.]
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Mukuro's fingernails dug into her palm as she bowed her head and took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"I greatly admire you, Kiyotaka Ishimaru. So much so, that it makes my heart feel unbearable at times. It's an uncomfortable feeling that was difficult to come to terms, but I... like you greatly."
You would be forgiven for thinking Mukuro was ill with the redness of the flush of her cheeks.
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"I like you too, of course!"
He did, despite her past and her affiliations, whether the Despair Game succeeded in her timeline or not. But in all the time that Mukuro had been at Smash, she'd been proving that her sister's crimes were not her own and that they wouldn't drag her down, and Kiyotaka could appreciate that more than anything.
He offered a tired but sincere smile. "You are a true friend, Ikusaba-kun. Thank you for everything you have done this past year."
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She chokes out a "I'll see you later," before dashing out of the library. She didn't really care that she was running. She didn't care that she might be reprimanded as she left but she couldn't control the hot wetness of tears that were now falling down her cheeks. Mukuro just needed to get away, get away far from the library and from Kiyotaka Ishimaru.
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He was too stunned to even get on her case for running, this time.