Snippet #1117909

Suddenly wishing Mitsuru was here, Akihiko had no intentions on sitting around trying to explain what the Dark Hour was to Sorriso. When the boy took his hand, he hauled him to his feet and swung around to be faced with a white-faced girl running towards them. All the easier for him, he wouldn't need to wander around the twisted station trying to look for the other one who'd been trapped in here. It wasn't going to be easy trying to explain the situation but with the gravity of their situations he'd hoped they'd just accept their duty. The Chairman was the best at explaining this anyhow, so he'd just bring them back to the dormitory and have him explain instead. Blood seeped from the top of his head into his eye, he hadn't noticed before but when he'd been battling against a shadow, it managed to take a swipe at him. Wiping the warm liquid from his eye, he grumbled and glanced at the both of them.

“It's almost time...” Akihiko murmured, looking over at the full moon glistening in the darkened sky. It shone so much everything looked illuminated. There was a large clock nearby. The clock's second hand was stopped, blood running down it's face. The numbers, rendered in Roman numerals were visible as tiny lines of reflection under the blood. It was as if they blinked, and everything was normal. There were no more pools or puddles of blood, the moon shun normally in the sky and the few eerie coffins that were laying around were now normal people walking back to their homes. The sickly green decaying colour everything had been, was now the normal cheery colours of the buildings during the day. Lights flickered from lamp posts, and everyone seemed to have no knowledge of what had happened. Except for the three of them. He could tell they were both frightened, but there was no point standing around.
“Both of you,” Akihiko began to say, pulling out a handkerchief from his vest pocket and holding it to his head, “Come with me. I can't explain everything right now.” To be honest, Akihiko wasn't the type to sugar coat anything nor was he the type to be “gentle” with the truth, it was better directed towards the Chairman or Mitsuru. Definitely better.