• deep down the rabbit hole. ▓ suguru niragi centered

裏切られたホテル. ; 22

"hotel uragirareta."

the next day, we stayed and discovered the hotel. me and shiro got along well, and she was a very smart girl. I already liked her a lot, and i knew, arisu and kuina would too. 'so, you told me you needed to search for your friends?', shiro suddently asked. we were on a big terasse, where there was a pretty disgusting pool, but an excellent view. 'yes.' 'tell me about them. i like listening to you.', she demanded. i started smiling. 'surely.'

i sighed. 'so, there is arisu, we're kinda a couple, but he didn't ask me out yet. he's a little genius and loves video games,' i started and smiled softly. 'he has soft hair, at least if it's washed. he's so caring, and loving, and smart...' i giggled. 'he sounds like a good guy.' shiro said softly. 'have you ever been in love, shiro?' i asked her. she nodded softly. 'oui, je pense... his name's takeo and he's very strong and handsome. he's in my year in school, and a lot of the girls like him, so i don't really have a chance.' she giggled. 'but it's okay, he's, sorry not sorry, pretty dumb, and intelligence is the most attractive thing a human can have.'

i giggled. 'oh, yes. most of the people i am attracted to are really smart.' she looked interested. 'oh, are there more?' i shook my head. 'no, not really.' niragi flashed in front of my eyes, but— i didn't love him, so he was out. 'i do have a friend who's really intelligent. his name is niragi, and he's a nice guy, if one gets to know him. he can be quite rude otherwise, but currently he's trying to change himself.' i smiled.

'oh, i have such a friend too! elle est called yuko. when i met her, she was really annoyed by my attempts to become friends, because she wanted to stay seule— alone.' i was curious. 'shiro—i need to ask... i've been listening to you talk, and you use french a lot, are you bilingual?' she nodded. 'my mom is from france, and she came here after she met my pére when he was on vacation there.' 'that is so cool! french sounds so nice. but it's so hard... i don't even know the latin alphabet fully— like, i can't even speak english.' 'you can learn!' i nodded and laughed.

'when we get back, definetly.' we stayed silent for moment. 'let's get down to make food, the day went by fast.', shiro said, and i nodded. we quickly made our way down, to make the food.

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i felt an unusual heaviness in my eyelids as fatigue washed over me. it was as if sleep was calling out to me, urging me to surrender to its embrace. 'you should go dormir, usagi. sleep.' shiro recommended, her voice sounding distant yet comforting. I nodded softly. 'sleep well, shiro,' I whispered, barely audible. 'you too. good night.' she responded as I stumbled into my room. the exhaustion consumed me, and as soon as i collapsed onto the soft mattress, the world around me faded into darkness, and my mind was engulfed by the oblivion of sleep.

when i finally stirred awake the next morning, i was met with a disorienting sense of dizziness. it felt as though my body was struggling to synchronize with the waking world. with a great effort, i managed to sit up and tried to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to my senses.

confusion settled in as i realized something was amiss. i glanced around the room, seeking for the bag i had left in my room. quickly i stood up. to my shock and disbelief, all my belongings had vanished, as if they were mere figments of my imagination. my mind struggled to process the reality of the situation, my thoughts swirling in a chaotic whirlwind. 'shiro, did you take my—' i went onto the hallway, seeing shiros door wide open, and not a trace that showed she had ever been here. 'oh no, this can't be happening.' i whispered.

my gaze fell upon a small note left behind on the bedside table. with trembling hands, I picked it up, unfolding it carefully. the words etched on the paper sent a chill down my spine, and a sense of betrayal washed over me like an icy wave. "don't ever trust survivors until you know what they did to stay alive," the note read, each word stabbing at the fragile trust I had placed in shiro. she used me. she used me, and now she had all my important things, my food, my weapons, and most importantly: my camping cooker. i was fucked.

all my trust and vulnerability had been exploited, leaving me feeling exposed and foolish. questions swirled in my mind, demanding answers that I couldn't possibly provide. what had she done? how could she have deceived me so effortlessly?

i bit my lip, trying not to cry. what a bitch. we could have stayed together. and now she left me behind. i was alone, with nothing. what the hell? why would she do that, why couldn't we conquer this world together? did she thought i would abandon her eventually? or did she see me as a burden? i didn't know. but i knew, that i needed to find new things as quickly as possible.