Sayaka's Horror
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NotHimAgain
Fumbling Towards Story
Sayaka stared down at her plate, trying to hold back revulsion. Mom couldn't have forgotten, could she? She couldn't have just decided to have this out of nowhere, could she?
"Sayaka," her father said gruffly, "eat up. I thought you liked hamburger steak." She turned to look at him agape, and he averted his eyes as if uncomfortable. This was…
"I…" she attempted. "But I… It was her…"
No one spoke. Mom and Dad looked between each other, either sad or annoyed. Both, maybe. Sayaka had felt like that a couple times in the past few months.
"Sayaka," Mom said, leaning forward, "Your father and I have talked about this, and… you can't keep behaving this way. Momo is gone, yes, but the world hasn't ended. We…" she shook her head sadly. "We need to move on with our lives."
"Move on? Sayaka exclaims, horrified. "Are—are you kidding? She was family! We can't just forget her—A-and this, do you even care?"
"Now wait a minute!" snapped Dad, but Sayaka couldn't stop. Emotions were boiling over, seeking release.
"You don't care that she's gone! You never loved her anyway!"
And with that, Sayaka could no longer be in the room. She stood up, knocking her chair aside to the protests of her mother, and ran, storming into her room and slamming the door behind her. The shouting match began as ever, but Sayaka could barely hear it, hugging and sobbing into her pillow.
The shouting quieted, and Sayaka released her pillow with one hand, pulling her phone out and looking at the time. She could go get something from a convenience store later. If she was hungry. She wasn't really feeling it right now.
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"… No, see, because Kings have the highest value," Reiko said, holding up the card in question. "So if you want to damage it, you're going to stack two cards of equal or higher value."
"Who created this game?" Benio asked, examining the chessboard scattered with playing cards. "Why does the joker card have an instant death range, and why is it on the board in the first place?"
"Well, the one who created it was Airu," Reiko admitted. "She spent last weekend binging Yu-Gi-Oh! and came up with this the next day. And she… follows a unique philosophy."
"I hesitate to ask."
""What,"" Reiko air-quoted, ""will drive everyone to insanity in the worst possible way?" Like when it rains, she rolls around in the mud and then chases people around trying to hug them. And she makes footprints all over the ceiling. And then one time she followed me home and replaced my sister's photos of Kobayashi Aina with pages from an old volume of Maria-Sama she had lying around the shrine for some reason. And if she's somehow driving a car with the top down? Don't get in it with her. She will somersault over the windscreen and sit on the—"
"I get the picture," Benio cut her off. "So… that's who you work for now?"
"Preeetty much," Reiko grumbled. "What's on TV?" She turned, fumbling with the remote.
"… were harmed, but several of the swords displayed in the exhibit were stolen. We now go to the scene."
"The History of Swords exhibit was intended to run for two weeks—"
"Huh," Reiko said, watching as the reporter discussed the crime with the head curator. "Say, were there any magic swords or in there or something?"
"Hmm?" Benio asked. "Oh, no, not that we could find anything on. We snuck into the museum a few days ago with Tonbo, and as far as we know there was nothing really special in there. Besides, if this is some kind of crazy magic-sword-stealing-spree, it'll end up working its way back to us. Weird stuff always does."
"Oh! Can't believe I forgot to bring this up before, but are you any good at calligraphy?"
"I'm… passable. Why are you asking?"
"Well, I'm still having a little trouble with ofuda..."
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Well what do you think, sirs?
Fumbling Towards Story
Sayaka stared down at her plate, trying to hold back revulsion. Mom couldn't have forgotten, could she? She couldn't have just decided to have this out of nowhere, could she?
"Sayaka," her father said gruffly, "eat up. I thought you liked hamburger steak." She turned to look at him agape, and he averted his eyes as if uncomfortable. This was…
"I…" she attempted. "But I… It was her…"
No one spoke. Mom and Dad looked between each other, either sad or annoyed. Both, maybe. Sayaka had felt like that a couple times in the past few months.
"Sayaka," Mom said, leaning forward, "Your father and I have talked about this, and… you can't keep behaving this way. Momo is gone, yes, but the world hasn't ended. We…" she shook her head sadly. "We need to move on with our lives."
"Move on? Sayaka exclaims, horrified. "Are—are you kidding? She was family! We can't just forget her—A-and this, do you even care?"
"Now wait a minute!" snapped Dad, but Sayaka couldn't stop. Emotions were boiling over, seeking release.
"You don't care that she's gone! You never loved her anyway!"
And with that, Sayaka could no longer be in the room. She stood up, knocking her chair aside to the protests of her mother, and ran, storming into her room and slamming the door behind her. The shouting match began as ever, but Sayaka could barely hear it, hugging and sobbing into her pillow.
The shouting quieted, and Sayaka released her pillow with one hand, pulling her phone out and looking at the time. She could go get something from a convenience store later. If she was hungry. She wasn't really feeling it right now.
-----
"… No, see, because Kings have the highest value," Reiko said, holding up the card in question. "So if you want to damage it, you're going to stack two cards of equal or higher value."
"Who created this game?" Benio asked, examining the chessboard scattered with playing cards. "Why does the joker card have an instant death range, and why is it on the board in the first place?"
"Well, the one who created it was Airu," Reiko admitted. "She spent last weekend binging Yu-Gi-Oh! and came up with this the next day. And she… follows a unique philosophy."
"I hesitate to ask."
""What,"" Reiko air-quoted, ""will drive everyone to insanity in the worst possible way?" Like when it rains, she rolls around in the mud and then chases people around trying to hug them. And she makes footprints all over the ceiling. And then one time she followed me home and replaced my sister's photos of Kobayashi Aina with pages from an old volume of Maria-Sama she had lying around the shrine for some reason. And if she's somehow driving a car with the top down? Don't get in it with her. She will somersault over the windscreen and sit on the—"
"I get the picture," Benio cut her off. "So… that's who you work for now?"
"Preeetty much," Reiko grumbled. "What's on TV?" She turned, fumbling with the remote.
"… were harmed, but several of the swords displayed in the exhibit were stolen. We now go to the scene."
"The History of Swords exhibit was intended to run for two weeks—"
"Huh," Reiko said, watching as the reporter discussed the crime with the head curator. "Say, were there any magic swords or in there or something?"
"Hmm?" Benio asked. "Oh, no, not that we could find anything on. We snuck into the museum a few days ago with Tonbo, and as far as we know there was nothing really special in there. Besides, if this is some kind of crazy magic-sword-stealing-spree, it'll end up working its way back to us. Weird stuff always does."
"Oh! Can't believe I forgot to bring this up before, but are you any good at calligraphy?"
"I'm… passable. Why are you asking?"
"Well, I'm still having a little trouble with ofuda..."
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Well what do you think, sirs?