Off Script

Part 2: Injection

Their "Dorms" were set up like hospital rooms. Only, the walls, floors and everything inside were a darker more depressing color. Saihara frowned.

Grey.

The beds were next to each other, hospital fashion and all. Akamatsu took the one closest to the window that stretched from floor to ceiling. "So says here we are to get to know each other." She dully states, jabbing a finger at the schedule given to them. "But I already know your name is Saihara Shuichi. A kid who probably could care less about anyone. Probably another jerk who gets off on violence. So don't bother me."

She put headphones on and clicked play on whatever music. Kicking of her shoes as if she own the place and laid on her bed. Scrolling through her phone, completely ignoring him.

He sighed and set his bag on the floor. She was probably upset about sharing a room with him, or a boy more likely. "Akamatsu?" He waved his hand to get her attention. She looked at him through bored eyes. "What." Her harsh tone cutting through the air just like every other time she spoke.

Saihara sighed. "I'm not really like that. Someone who gets off on violence." She only but scoffed. Taking the time to yank out one earbud. "Then who are you? Something's bound to wrong with you since you signed up here. The whole world's gone to hell. You included." She looked at him quizzically.

He wasn't sure how to answer. He did own some faults that he should be ashamed of. Yet he wasn't. "That would also include you." He remarked. Getting a glare from the girl. "Isn't my issues obvious? I lost faith in humanity. I don't care anymore. So what's wrong with you?"

Ah. That explained it. Her eyes were darker, not hollow. She lost faith in humanity, yet not herself. Somewhere deep down she must be a good person. Just hurt and abused in a way like him. Like everyone nowadays. All the kids are depressed. Leaving them no exception. "I get excited at the wrong moments." he confessed. Finding no point to lie.

"Like?" She prodded. Not looking like she wanted to know, more like scoping him out. Admitting this would give him a bad wrap, but her personality will be warped soon so it didn't matter, not anymore. "I don't like violence, but when I see it I get excited. I smile, Like I want to feel it too. Whatever it may be." Akamatsu rolled her eyes. "Typical." She muttered under her breath and put her loose earbud in.

He sighed, finally sitting on his bed. His roommate was less than kind. But he was less than caring.

The following day, breakfast was brought to them on silver platters. He forgot from this point on they were treated like undeserving gods. That were trapped and handled to bruise and puncture, yet carefully mended afterwards. The food was actually not tasteless like most of his meals. Like the day before, Akamatsu pretended he didn't exist. Therefore both ate in comfortably awkward silence.

"Hey Akamatsu?" He said after he gave himself a mouthful of warm savory soup. Not a bad breakfast food, strange, but he couldn't complain. She did glance at him this time. "What do you want now."

He hummed, thinking on his words. "I was just wondering, when we get reprogrammed. You think we'll remember who we were? If we do, are you still going to dislike me?" He was just curious. Akamatsu shrugged. "If we do remember, yeah I'll still dislike you. You are an awful version of what society adores. How could I possibly ever not dislike you?"

He frowned. The words were true, he was never himself in public. He played to their wants. Constantly falling into it's bad temptations. Everything he was exposed to, he did it to someone else at least once. Expose someone, bully someone, blackmail, use them for his wants. He's guilty as charged. Yet he can't seem to bring himself to feel that remorse that one should feel.