MORE MIKI x REINA FICS PLEASE!!! :cry: :cry: :cry:
As some of you might have guessed from the title, this story is going to have some Higurashi moments.
Meaning that there are going to be some gruesome death that happen over and over again in each chapter but by a different person and different way.
Seeing as Miki is taking on the role of Keichi, she will be the main in each chapter which will focus on different characters each.
In case you are curious, here are the main roles so far as part 1 of the first chapter;
Fujimoto Miki - Maebara Keichi.
Tanaka Reina - Ryuugu Rena.
Takahashi Ai - Sonozaki Mion.
Kamei Eri - Sonozaki Shion.
Kusumi Koharu - Houjou Satoko.
Michishige Sayumi - Furude Rika.
Konno Asami - Tomitake.
Nakazawa Yuko - Chieru (?)-sensei.
Tsunku - Tsunku (LOL)
Niigaki Risa - Houjou Satoshi
Yoshizawa Hitomi - Oishi
Ogawa Makoto - Takano
More later...
A big warning to those who are unfamiliar with Higurashi(Where I recommend Wikipedia); There is going to be a lot of blood spilling later on. Think Japanese gore movies.
INDEX
Chapter 1 - Part 1, Part 2 (http://forum.jphip.com/index.php?topic=18189.msg542600#msg542600)
Morning Musume no Naku Koro ni
By Demon Eyes
Disclaimer: Anything related to Higurashi belongs to 7th Expansion.
Chapter One
~ Enter Fujimoto Miki ~
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A room shrouded in almost complete darkness weren’t for the rays of neon light that escaped through the blinds.
A shadow of a figure can be made out on the walls. The figure is believed to be female as accentuated by the dress that goes as far as fifteen centimeters above the knees.
The female figure is wielding an object whose shadow betrays it to be a baseball bat.
The shadow is swinging the bat but not as it is meant to be swung but downwards.
The figure is obviously hitting something on the floor that is making such squishing sounds.
It is the only other sound in the room, besides the groans of effort by the female figure put into swinging the bat.
When the bat comes down this time, something liquid splatters on the walls. The next time some fall on the figure’s face whose eyes are hidden behind the hair bands that fall forward.
Seemingly satisfied with the work, the figure drops the bat which is now known to be metallic from the sound it makes as it hits the floor.
The bat rolls and is stopped by a hand. Following the hand, it belongs to another female figure which lies on the dark floor in a strange position.
The only sound in the room now is the panting of the standing female figure as she inspects her work.
Next to the lying female is another female. She too seems to be covered in the strange liquid almost all over her upper body. What is strange is her head.
The head is unnaturally farther away from the rest of her body and the connection between body and said head is almost three times smaller than normal.
A new sound joins the panting and the figure snaps to attention towards the window. The sound is made by the helicopter that is sending white sharp streams of light straight through the window and we can clearly see the inside now.
The walls are all covered by the liquid which can now be made out to be the color red. It is a strange contrast to the background sea blue that is unmistakeably the real color of the walls.
Following the walls to the floor, we are greeted by a gruesome scene. Lying there are two badly beaten up bodies of, now that we can see clearly, two young girls almost in their middle teens.
The faces are too beat up, no, the heads are too beat up to make out the faces.
The red liquid is blood. It covers the floor like a second carpet.
The figure that is standing in the room is also a female of teen but seems to be in her late. She too is covered in blood but her face is at least intact.
There is a crazed look in her eyes. They are so wide and seem unfocused but when she blinks, as if the new light has knocked some sense into her, she seems to be seeing clearly.
Her gaze falls to the floor and focuses on one of the bodies there. Slowly she walks in the red river to the body and reaching down into the thick liquid pulls out a cross that is attached to a necklace.
After a few seconds of staring at it, a cackle escapes her throat. The cackle turns into a fit of mad laughter that is only stilled by the sound of the window glass breaking.
A small metallic can hits the wall then falls into the pool of blood below.
As the room turns foggy from the contents of the can the figure is long gone and the door shuts.
There is a sign on the door. Two names indicating the occupants.
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She is immobile tied down by the neck, wrists and feet as she is. She is also in excruciating pain. It might have to do with the fact that a nail is embedded in her right palm and another is being hammered in her left.
The fact that she hasn’t passed out yet from pain is amazing to her even if this is obviously not the time to be amazed.
“You are all to blame.”
The figure responsible for my pain says. It’s a girl that I know(?). She leans over my helpless body. I can see the bumps that are her breasts as she is only wearing a one-piece Hakama for women.
I don’t feel like enjoying the view at the moment even though I would at any other time.
“I am telling you that I don’t know of any Niigaki Risa. I have never even met her!”
I can’t believe that I am being tortured by ‘her’ for false claims. I know she isn’t in her right mind but I don’t know what to do.
How can I get her to reason?
“Deny all you want but I know the truth and just as the others, you too will pay...With your life.”
Grinning from ear to ear yet my fear grows from membrane to membrane she places three nails to my skull and raises the hammer over her head.
I want to scream to the best of my abilities as her arm swings forwards but there seems to be something wrong with my voice.
I close my eyes awaiting my fate...
This is when my eyes fly open and I am never happy to see that it has been all but a dream.
I have been having these strange nightmares for a while now. They just suddenly started appearing and I fear for my heart for all the times I’ve woken up to feel it drum against my ribs as it does now.
I do nothing but lie there in my sweat drenched bed waiting for my pulse to return to normal.
Perhaps I should consult a shrink.
I have heard many stories of people who go mad from nightmares/. Their fates are never good ones. Some turn into psycho killers and are either lucky to be locked up for life or killed off as soon as possible.
I like neither thing thank you very much.
I turn to the left when I hear my door opening.
“Oi Miki-tan. Get up already. You don’t want to be late for your first day, do you?”
“I am up. Give me a sec to prepare, will ya?”
Yes, Miki is my name. Fujimoto Miki. 19 yrs old as of four months ago.
I am an idol, or will be an idol on hiatus no more after today.
I was fired from my previous agency for reasons I can’t really come to terms with but luckily I have a really great friend who is also an idol but in a different agency.
I sold quite a couple of albums before so I am quite famous already which would be the reason why I was let into the new agency with little difficulty. The fact that I was fired from my previous agency though still put a stain on my name even if it is quite stupid.
Now I fully understand what the celebrities feel when they say how much they hate News people.
I get up and go into the bathroom to get ready. Looking in the mirror I almost laugh at the sight of my morning face.
Getting to business by first brushing my teeth then taking a shower, I think of the new agency I am joining from today.
Being in the business myself and the fact that my best friend is also a member, I know of quite a bit about it. Its name is Hello project and most of its groups are made up of young girls.
I know that there are some groups made up of the grownups that do solos. Hopefully I will be a solo as well.
I was in an interview last month with the head whom I have to apologize to, looked like a junkie. Seriously, he was a mile off from what I imagined. He looked like a sissy too.
But really, I guess it was fate that I join his agency, after all, I know from experience of other people’s comments about me that I am no ordinary person myself.
A couple of minutes later, I walk into the kitchen where my roommate and best friend is donning an apron over ever fancy clothes.
“I made omelets. Have a seat and I will bring yours.”
“A good morning to you too Aya-chan.” I say as a reply.
“What’s that supposed to mean? I already said morning when I came to wake you up.”
“Actually, you just told me to wake up. I remember no good morning wishes.” I don’t really care but we are always like this. It’s our ‘thing.’
“Hmmf, you just didn’t hear because you were half asleep.”
“I was completely awake when you came in. Stop making textbook excuses.”
“F...Fine. Good morning Miki-tan. ‘you happy now?” Aya-chan puffs her cheeks out in a defeated pout.
“Quite happy Aya-chan. Now, where are those eggs?”
“Here here. God, I am starting to think that having you in the same agency wasn’t such a great idea. I have to put up with you there too! I pray that we are put differently.”
Aya-chan puts on a pained expression as she says that but I know she is just playing.
I dig into my served eggs as we make the usual morning talk.
I love Aya-chan.
She is my best friend. She understands me on almost a supernatural level. I am baffled by the fact that we aren’t speaking with our minds yet. Oh well, probably sometime soon.
Her name is Matsuura Aya and only months older than me. We met on my first day in Tokyo at a concert. I came from Hokkaido to live in Tokyo five years ago and hopefully become an idol.
The first day I attended a concert where I was sitting right next to Aya-chan.
I can’t quite remember about what but one of us started the conversation and after exchanging mail addresses, our fates collided.
She was already an idol back then so she gave me some tips and I was accepted into the previous agency I was in.
We just moved in together two years ago. We are both from out of Tokyo so we live alone.
Aya-chan is like the North pole to my South. In my hometown, the neighbors, even my school mates couldn’t put up with me.
Apparently my personality put them off. The one where I always say what I am thinking.
I really don’t know why it bothers them so much. Do they rather I tell lies? Haven’t they ever been told of the Ten Commandments? Seriously!!
Aya-chan though says that it is what she loves about me. She tells others when we go out that it is my bad habit but it isn’t what she is thinking. She says that because others don’t see it as she does.
I once asked her why and she explained to be that it makes me come off as a stuck up bitch. A know it all.
Well, having heard that I kind of felt bad but I decided not to change. Aya-chan said that I shouldn’t change either because in this day and age, you can’t find people as honest as me.
I had no plans of changing but hearing that made me love myself thirty percent more to my one hundred.
Leaving the utensils in the dish washer, we set out to my new work place.
I am kind of excited yet afraid, if only a little but I guess the uneasy doesn’t show since Aya-chan makes no comments about it on our way to the offices.
Times passes quickly and before I know it, I am following Tsunku-sama – I snicker at the nickname – through endless corridors and unending elevator rides.
We come to a door and I am a little relieved that the walking is finally over.
The building’s size from outside was a little misleading now that I am actually inside it.
When we enter, my relief quickly dies.
After many ‘Good morning Tsunku-san’ and the like, I am handed over to another.
“Good morning Zakazawa-san. I have a new star for you. You might already know of her though.”
Tsunku-sama steps to the side so that the people inside the room, which I can associate with a Staff room now, can see me.
“Fujimoto Miki-san will be joining us from now on. I am assigning her to Morning Musume so please, take good care of her.”
The woman – Nakazawa-san, turns towards me and studies me within seconds before she turns to Tsunku-sama and nods.
“Yeah, I know her. I own a few of her albums as well actually.”
She turns back towards me and I feel a little warm to learn that she owns my music.
Also the fact she says it out loud give me some respect for her. She is the first person to earn it so far in this new environment.
“It will be a pleasure to work with you Fujimoto-san. I am Nakazawa Yuko and will be your instructor from now on.”
“The pleasure is mine Nakazawa-san. Please take good care of me.”
I bow to show the respect she has earned.
“Well, I will leave you to Nakazawa-san to introduce you and show you to your fellow partners.”
Tsunku-sama says this before he turns and leaves.
“Well, please follow me and I will bring you to meet the girls Fujimoto-san.”
Great, just as I thought. More walking and elevator rides.
By the time I think that we have finally made it, I feel like I just ran a marathon.
Whoa, I need to get back into shape. Hopefully this new thing will do to me just that.
In the earlier talk with Tsunku-sama I found out that I will be joining a group and thus won’t be solo. It hurt a little to lean too that I won’t be working with Aya-chan but I probably need the group thing.
Groups usually do a lot of dancing from what I’ve seen on TV and I know of Morning Musume but not much. There is a girl that...I better not go there.
Anyway, these dances ought to whip me into shape in no time.
I am a little embarrassed though to know that will be the oldest in the group. Oh well. There has to be one bad thing, right?
Stopping in front of another door, Nakazawa-san lifts a hand that isn’t holding a pile of books and slides the door open.
My head snaps up when something mobile other than the doors grabs my attention. It is a dirty old trick and I almost reach out to push the target out of the way but her sudden movement of leaning backwards stops me.
“Nice try Koharu-chan but try harder next time.” Nakazawa-san lifts her leg and I see now that she has caught the weapon, which I now see is a duster, with her foot and licks up to catch it with her hand.
I am impressed. One more point for Nakazawa-san.
“It wasn’t me Sensei I swear.”
“Then who did it if it isn’t you? Sayumi-chan do you know who?”
“No Nakazawa-sensei. Sorry.”
“Class Rep?”
“I err...I wasn’t paying attention Sensei.”
“What a useless girl you are Ai-chan. Oh well, it is quite clear who has done it so expect punishment for the whole group after classes.”
Classes? We have to attend classes here as well? I thought they just taught dance moves? Do I have to go through that hell again?
“Anyway, as I might guess you know we have a new friend joining us today thanks to those two’s rumoring.” I look inside to see that she seems to be blaming someone.
I guess no surprises from me right now, Sigh. I better make some later.
“She is more experienced in the industry than you so hopefully, you will learn a thing or two from her.”
Nakazawa-san turns towards me and motions for me to enter.
“Please introduce yourself.”
I turn towards the class. I try not to focus on anyone in particular but just let my eyes sweep over them.
I am surprised. There are more than twenty girls in here. All of different age difference. I don’t quite remember Morning Musume being this big. Probably seeing my puzzlement Nakazawa-san explains.
“We here at H!P, short for Hello Project, try make the girls stress free. We decided that they should learn only the subjects that relate to their future as idols.
We stake some days where we teach some subjects of the outside world like music, home economics, social studies and the like. Today happens to be one of those days.
Getting to your matter, all the young groups study together. It is much easier that way for both the teachers and the students.
Here are the three groups of Morning Musume who are over there...” She pauses to point to the left back corner of the room.
“In the middle here, we have ºC-ute and on the right, Berryz Kobo.”
Ah, I see now.
“Good Morning. My name is Fujimoto Miki. 19 yrs old and I moved to Tokyo from Hokkaido five years ago. I have been working with a different agency as some of you must know and I am an acquaintance of Matsuura Aya of this agency. We leave together actually.
I don’t really have any special hobbies but I do like sports.
I look forward to working with you from now on.”
I bowed my head finishing my intro that I think is lame but really, I don’t care.
After this, they start firing questions at me like a rail gun getting rid of bullets.
“Well then, if you would please take a seat. Hmm...let’s see...Ah, there is one over there in front of Takahashi-san.
Takahashi will answer or the questions you have. She is also the leader of morning Musume so you are well covered.
Okay then, let us get on with the lesson for today. Please open your books on where we left off last week.
Fujimoto-kun, you may join Tanaka there and share her text book.”
To my left is Tanaka Reina. She is the only member of Morning Musume that I quite recognize easily.
Oh damn, our eyes have met. ‘Look away Look away’ but it is easier said than done. Even when I move my chair to join her, my eyes never leave her face when she looks away.
“We are here.” Not hearing an answer, Tanaka-san turns to me and her face is so close I can see her eyes very clearly that I can count the darker slits in her pupils.
“Are you okay um...Fujimoto-san was it?”
“You have really beautiful eyes.”
I say the only thing on my mind. I know I should feel stupid but all I get through my mind is that she is trying to get my attention so I look down at where her finger is pointing.
“Huh?”
She says it quite loudly that the whole class hears her but when I look, it seems to me like they are looking towards me not Tanaka who has just spoken. I know now that I too spoke quite loud as I complimented her.
“Hey keep it quiet over there. No interruptions in my class. You will have plenty of time later for introductions.”
I thankfully get no more questions but Tanaka gives me strange looks from time to time during the class.
Oh great, I have gone and done it again. I hope she doesn’t get put off already. She is kind of a...
I sneak a look at her face and I find that she has been doing the same to me. She goes red a little and turns away and my reaction isn’t far from hers.
Okay, this is new...
I don’t remember getting embarrassed by looking at someone. In fact I have some ‘strange habits’ according to Aya-chan, which she is victim of quite often, which would embarrass anyone but not me.
I wonder...
I decide to put that thought out of my mind or I won’t learn anything.
The class goes fast and soon we are left alone.
Time for introductions.
As soon as Nakazawa-san laves, as I turn to speak to Tanaka-san, I never get the chance because the one known as Takahashi puts her hand on my shoulder.
When did she get here so fast?
“Hi, my name is Takahashi Ai. I am the class rep and leader of Morning Musume. Nice to meet you.”
She holds out her hand for a shake that I take without hesitation.
“Just as Yuko-san said, if you have any questions please feel free to ask me.”
“Don’t ask her anything related to studies though. She is the dumbest here. Dumber than the little ones too.”
Another one pipes in as she too pops in from thin air. She doesn’t look too bright to me either though.
“Hey, at least I am not dumber than you Eririn.”
Hah, I knew it. Seeing as this Eririn doesn’t put up a fight, it seems she is the dumbest of them all.