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"相見える日を 待ちながら 刻を数え歩く"
The fleeting human life cannot be saved; it is too fragile for one to hold. Therefore, when a life is threatened, it splits into two. / - fight or flight - freedom or spirit - one or two - \. When a war is issued, there are often two sides. Depending on opinion, one side may be viewed as good - and yet another as bad. One thing that is not mentioned is that the sides are not chosen, they are created by those who are either truly fully evil, or fully good.
Whoever thought it was a 'genius' idea to put a clock in the room is a fool. Sickening constant ticking that would ring out in your ear should you stay in there too long. From the ceiling, a chandelier swung lightly (not like it had ever been used), afterall, the candles from it had long fallen to floor - nobody having bothered to return them to their rightful position. They never would have been of use anyway. Despite it's abandoned look, the room and overall building were occupied. That fact was only noticeable should you carefully listen in; that was only if you were lucky enough to hear the footsteps or hushed conversation of anyone inside walking past where you happened to be listening. Just like how now, the room was not empty of life, regardless of the fact that there was only one. A man with deep blue hair paced back and forth, a gun strapped tightly at his waist as the cape that hung on his back flowed in time with his movements. The most visible part of him in the dark, however, was the red gem that was embedded in his earing, it swung in time with the ticking of the clock, and let off a light glow in the gloom. The man, KAITO, paused momentarily before resuming his anxious walk. It is with an air of uncertainty that he continued, since he is waiting, and he is patient; though only to an extent. The worry that was creeping up from all corners was only heightened when a harsh knock made the door rattle, the sheer force making KAITO worry it may even fall off it's hinges.
"Enter." A hooded figure of a man approximately in his thirties came inside, multiple other individuals in cloaks following suit. Such a large audience wasn't completely abnormal, but it was still quite unexpected with no prior notice. "What is the reasoning for this gathering, if I may ask?" From only KAITO's tone, it may be more difficult to see the hidden worry, that was more visible to those who truly knew him well enough. In response, the first figure to have entered spoke up, "You are aware, of what the other.. Side. Has been saying on us recently, are you not?" "Hm. Yes, although I had found myself hoping it wasn't a matter of such high urgency for a meeting as this to have been called. ...Let alone in my room." Admittedly, KAITO grumbled that last part under his breath only for himself to hear. "Well, sir. What are you planning to do about it.?" KAITO turned away from them and flicked his fingers on his gun in response. "No need to call me sir, and no need for me to do anything either. Their baseless rumours should of no worry to neither me nor you." "Hmph. Regardless! Should you not pay some mind to it?" "I think it is best you leave, I would rather not continue this conversation, at the very least right now seeing as we cannot seem to agree. Please, take your leave."
Once everyone had left, not without a few murmurs of, "You should change your mind, sir." or other such nonsense, KAITO removed a clasp that had been locked on his belt and unclipped a folded paper from inside. On it, by his orders, Oliver had written down each thing the 'other side' had said about them. Each statement more absurd and increasing in concern than the last, when KAITO had said he wasn't planning to do anything, he meant it. They hadn't gone too far yet, therefore, he decided he would simply ignore it until it went away, and with that, he left the room in hopes of a distraction.
"Faster boy! Those crates shan't carry themselves across the room!" Multiple young people were carefully at work all around the hall. The windows were all either blacked out or tinted, blocking out the outside world, meanwhile crates, desks and wooden stools were all hurriedly being carried from one end to the other that led into a more compact corridor. KAITO, in slight bewilderment, approached the man who had previously been shouting at the poor boy who was now dragging the same crate back around while almost in tears. "Is there... a reason for doing this?" "Why of course! You really think we'd be doing all this for nothing, pff-hah! Don't be a fool! We're simply not willing to lose to those vile bastards who consider us bad yet themselves oh so good! What, with their fancy castle, nice little town, and money to spare? Gimmie a break! With how much we've been hearing about their 'nice' resources, of course we won't lose! An upgrade has been long due in this shack of a accommodation anyway, hah!" To which the man turned and resumed shouting instructions and complaints to any of the kids who were too slow to run away, and eventually forced into listening. He himself, rudely did not even give KAITO the chance to respond with anything other than a quick sigh. "We should not lower ourself to such worries. Let alone compare us to... them."