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Dojima Haruo

The Frog Princess

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a character in “Book of Fairy -Reboot-”, as played by Cato The Great

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♮ Dojima Haruo ♮

"Lullaby of Birdland, whisper low...
Kiss me sweet, Then we'll go..."

Lullaby Of Birdland | Aoi Teshima & Yoko Kanno

D I A L O G U E | #0047ab (Cobalt) | T H O U G H T | #FDBCB4 (Melon)

F A C E C L A I M | Yoshida Haru】
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F U L L N A M E
Dojima, Haruo
Meaning : Springtime man


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A G E
Eighteen (18)

G E N D E R
Male

O R I E N T A T I O N
Heterosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Japanese, 1/4 American (On his mother's side)

F A I R Y T A L E
The Princess and The Frog
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G E N E R A L A P P E A R A N C E
A handsome and charming young man, Haruo stands at about 180cm tall, and has a lithe, lean build. His inky black hair is somewhat curly, and falls haphazardly across his forehead and neck, nearly reaching down to his shoulders in length. His hair used to be much shorter in length, styled in sort of a fauxhawk, in imitation of his brother, but after his murder trial, Haruo began to grow it out in defiance.

In terms of clothing Haruo dresses modestly, preferring modern stylish clothes and tends not to wear sporty clothes such as shorts or t-shirts at all. He likes to wear scarves, ties and other accessories such as rings and bracelets and can be seen in clothes that no normal sane person would wear on a hot day, such as woolen knit sweaters and button down shirts.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S
Though to many he may seem like a cheerful, happy, optimistic, uptight prep kid to most of the school, this is a carefully maintained ruse to boost his standings in the community. Haruo's true personality, known only to his friends, is a fiendishly cunning troublemaker, who loves to pull pranks and cannot resist doing anything that would cause a good laugh. Though he is kind at heart, Haruo can tend to seem malicious to those who see his true personality without getting to know him well, because of the way he talks to his friends. Often cursing and putting them down jokingly, he can appear to be a narcissistic malcontent, but is a fiercely loyal friend once his trust and respect is earned.

Due to the incident with his brother, Haruo has abandoned his passion for music, and often becomes melancholy or angry when he sees music being performed, or is reminded of his skill as a jazz musician and composer. He also vehemently despises his older sibling, going as far as to claim he "does not have a brother" upon him being brought up or his name being mentioned. He religiously avoids the family of his once future sister-in-law, and can't bring himself to even make eye contact with her younger brother who is also in Haruo's school, one year below him.
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F A I R Y T A L E P O W E R S
Silver Kiss:
Haruo possesses the power of the princess in the fairy tale "The Princess and The Frog, and is able to perform what is essentially moderate transmutation by kissing objects. This means that Haruo has the ability to transform the nature of an object into a similar one, for example, changing a baseball bat into a golf club, or turning a fork into a spoon. He can also change a person's appearance with a kiss, and though the transformation only lasts 24 hours, or until he kisses the person a second time, their appearance is virtually indistinguishable from the designated appearance, even going so far as to change the clothes that the person is wearing. This power does come with some other limitations however, as Haruo must have either previously seen or otherwise studied a person if he is changing someone into that specific target, and he must kiss the changee on the lips directly. This does not apply to objects obviously, and Haruo is unable to use his power on his own body.
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H I S T O R I C A L B A C K G R O U N D
The son of a local politician, Haruo had enjoyed a simple and comfortable life, well-liked by his peers, and well-known throughout town for his charm and skill as a saxophone player in his school's jazz club. He has been somewhat of a prodigy, taught by his older brother, whom was also a saxophone player, and Haruo's role-model, who he strived to be like. With a loving mother, and a wealthy, caring father, truly Haruo's life had been free of conflict and pain. Well, at least until the brother he had been so close to became a first-degree murderer.

It was a warm July evening, Haruo had just finished band practice, and was walking home through his familiar, though dimly lit at the time suburb, when he noticed the jarring flash of police cruiser lights that seemed to be emanating from the general area of his upper-middle class home. He began picking up pace, walking faster and faster until he was in a full-on sprint, and when he reached his abode, he saw his older brother being led out of his front door in handcuffs, and thrown unceremoniously into the car. After being greeted by the tear-stained faces of his parents, the situation was explained to Haruo.

His brother's girlfriend had been found dead in her home, not only strangled, but stabbed as well, approximately 30 times. His brother was the main suspect, and was being taken in to police custody for questioning. Haruo was numb. In disbelief. his brother didn't do it. He'd been framed. His loving brother, who taught him all he knew about music, was going to propose to his girlfriend the very next month on their anniversary. Sure, there were the rumors that she was cheating on him with her boss, but he couldn't be a murderer.

He was. The case was open and shut. His brother was given the death penalty, and currently awaits execution on death row. Haruo had never mustered the courage to ask his brother why he did. He had never even visited him in prison during his sentencing, and had only seen his brother once, in court, were he refused to make eye contact with the man who he once idolized. His father had to resign from his political position, his mother fell to alcoholism, and Haruo was disgusted with the one thing that he loved most in life: His music. he couldn't separate his brother from the notes he had taught him, and every time he played, he grew to hate it more and more. The upbeat melodies and swinging bars he would play became somber ballads, then tragic cacophonies, then... nothing at all.

Until the discovery of his power, Haruo had fallen into a deep depression, withdrawing from all clubs, relationships, and friendships he had built, but with the formation of the club, he is hopeful that his newfound friends will be people he can rely on, and confide in, and once again his melodies are beginning to play.
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P E R S O N A L R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Yoko Mitama - His brother's girlfriend, who was murdered at his hands.

Konosuke Mitama - The younger brother of Yoko, he is one class below Haruo.

Toranosuke Dojima - Haruo's father, a disgraced politician, currently working as a defense attorney.

Akifumi Dojima - Haruo's older brother. A convicted murderer, he awaits execution on death row due to the killing of his girlfriend.

Hana Dojima - Haruo's two year old sister.

Mimi Dojima - Haruo's mother, a stay-at-home wife. Her father, Haruo's grandfather, is a rich man who became wealthy through the Japanese stock exchange.

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So begins...

Dojima Haruo's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Seiyuu Akihiko Character Portrait: Yoshida Isamu Character Portrait: Dojima Haruo Character Portrait: Takeshi Suzuki Character Portrait: Ikeda Aika
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“What do we have to do today?”

”Ah! You must be the extra hands--wait--” Takeshi turned to greet the newcomers and noticed Aki standing among them, slipping his phone into his pocket. A regular even among the maintenance team, Akihiko stood out amongst them thanks to his bright blue hair - especially in the school corridor with only four people present. Apparently, he was the person who got into that squabble he passed earlier.

”You here again Aki? Hehe, how many times have you f*cked someone up this month huh? Three?” He greeted the familiar face with his usual outgoing air.

Aki let out a huff, combing a hand through his hair. “Five, thank you very much!” He said offendedly, as if he was a victorian lady who’d just had her honor besmirched. “They were totally asking for it.”

”Not going to fly anymore man. You know what they say--always take the higher uhh, plane? Ground? I don’t know. I never listened to Sunday school haha!” Takeshi laughed at Aki’s misfortune. Well, it was his own doing anyway. ”A-ny-way...stuff,stuff…” Takeshi muttered to himself as he tried to recall what hasn’t been attended to yet. ”Right! The bins. Uhh, you guys need to empty the bins in each room. Aki, you take the ground floor. You know how stuff works already. Uhh...blondie can take the second and little lady can attend to the bins in the clubrooms.”

”It’s just a quick routine. There’s this massive bin just by the restrooms on each floor. Just chuck the remains of the smaller bins there so you can take it all down in one go. Incinerator is Aki’s job and he’s done it before so no problems on this end--” In the middle of explaining the routine, Takeshi received a call from the radio he was given.

People working with the maintenance were given small radios in order to call them over quickly when they were needed. It was also used if they were to be given new tasks to attend to.

”Alright. Got it.” Takeshi cutted contact. ”Well, let’s try to do this fast since we just got called in to help in the drama room. You know what that means? Free front row tickets to whatever’s currently being rehearsed there!”

Takeshi tried to uplift everyone’s mood as he talked, laughing and grinning all the while. It certainly worked well on Akihiko - his eyes light up with surprised glee, a relieved smile forming on his face.

“Yes!” Akihiko did a silent fist pump before he remembered that he was surrounded by other people. Quickly, he raised his fist to his lips with a fake cough, pretending that he was unaffected - not that it fooled anybody. “Ahem! I-I mean, yes! It is only natural that they require our presence!” He began to take quick strides. “Let's go!”




The store room might have been neat once, but thanks to a stressed rehearsal and not enough time, it was now a mess. The room was small and cluttered to the brim with objects ranging from dusty backgrounds that reached the ceiling to a small sewing kits people had forgotten to bring back. To the left stood a mass of hangers that held costumes captive, and to the right was a bunch of equipment. Overhead, the dingy lights flickered over the windowless room, casting everything in a bright, if eery glow.

Overall, it was a completely stuffy room, chilly despite the hot weather. It was also being used to practice a play by the drama club instead of the poetry slam competition, something Akihiko had only found out when he’d barged into the room with a winning smile.

Isamu and Aika, having grown up in a crowded home where constant chaos was unavoidable, gave hardly even a passing glance to the mess. Aika did, however, instantly take notice of the costume rack, rubbing her fingers over the fabric and silently admiring the stitchwork. It was very well-done sewing, each thread exactly the same distance apart and not a hole in sight. Isamu steps up beside her and brings one hand up, pinky outstretched, the other hand moving over it in a circle.
Pretty? Aika nods with a smile, her hand mimicking a finger gun, the sign for “very.”

The edges of Isamu’s mouth quirk upward slightly, and Aika holds onto his sleeve as they follow Suzuki and Seiyuu through the store room. “So, what’re we gonna be doing, anyways?” Isamu questions, crossing his arms over each other and frowning.

”Alright. Staff said the lights are a little too dim for the practice today so I’ll need a couple of hands who’ll accompany me up there--” Takeshi points at the suspiciously fragile looking platform holding all the lights together. ”As you can see, that shit’s a heart attack for anyone scared of heights. The rest will do the AC temps and the old costumes.”

Takeshi noticed the abnormal cold that has settled on the room. He’d somehow grown a thicker hide ever since he started living on his own but this was a bit too much. ”Some a**holes probably jacked the temps down to below seventeen degrees...Well, who’s up for some monkey business? Blondie? Aki?” Takeshi turns to the two other boys with him, flashing them his usual cheeky grin.

“I’m willing to risk my life to fix the lighting, I have no qualms with heights.” Isamu said matter-of-factly, gesturing vaguely toward the ceiling. He figured being up high would mean less general interaction with Seiyuu, which was all he really wanted. “Aika will probably want to work with costumes, she would enjoy that.” Isamu looks at Aika as he spoke and she nodded in agreement.

“Sacrifice my life by using that rusty cat walk? Nonsense!” Akihiko tossed his hair back as if the very idea offended him. “I’ll have the AC done before you fall from that ridiculous excuse of a platform.”

Isamu follows Takeshi’s directions up to the catwalk, taking gentle steps and clinging onto the rail just in case the entire thing collapsed. He takes a moment to take in the view from the top- he can see all the way across the theater, every seat as well as the stage below. “Wow.” Thinking on the task at hand, Isamu reaches down and carefully brightens each of the stage lights until Takeshi tells him they’re bright enough, finishing quickly.

Aika tries not to worry about Isamu, being so high up on a platform that surely can’t be approved of by anyone who even vaguely knows of safety guidelines. Tearing her eyes from her friend, she heads back the way they’d come in, stopping at the racks of costumes with a smile on her face. A fairy dress with dusty rose-pink sequins sewn into the fabric catches her eye, and she runs her fingers over the intricate details, dedicating each one to memory for future reference.

Down below, the rehearsal is finishing up in its grand finale. The leading actress takes a bow, and people laugh as the actor gives them a jaunty wink. The people crowd around, chatting and encouraging and criticising amongst each other as they begin to finish their work. A few breath sighs of relief at finally being able to escape the cold room.

In the process, nobody notices the shaking of a person’s hands, the drop in temperature, or the glitter of ice crystals that began to appear on the ceiling.

”Alright! That’s a wrap. Now all we need to do is--hmm?” It may have been a slight change in the temperature in the room but Takeshi felt it drop down fast. ”Oi, Aki! Are you bringing the temps down instead of up like I said? It’s starting to feel like Sandy Claws came early in here!” He calls out to the volunteer, barely noticing small specks of white suddenly appearing from above.

When it happens, it’s sudden and fast. People scream in shock as ice flashes into being in the room. Frost flutters away in white specks as the windows and doors freeze shut, trapping Takeshi, Aika, Isamu and the rest of the drama crew in the room and leaving Haruo and the rest of the detention crew outside with no way in.

Inside the room, ice begins to frost over the ceiling as the temperature begins to drop. The temperature might be bearable, but with the rate the temperature was dropping it wouldn't be long before they all became ice popsicles for eternity.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Seiyuu Akihiko Character Portrait: Mikami Sora Character Portrait: Nishizaka Minoru Character Portrait: Dojima Haruo Character Portrait: Nishizaka Mashiro
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Akihiko was not sulking. He was not sulking, and he definitely was not worried about how badly Yomi was going to take him missing her rehearsal while cleaning the windows with Haruo. No, he was instead completely focused on cleaning the windows (so clean that people could eat off them, although why they’d want to eat off a window Akihiko had no clue) so that he could get out of this stupid detention without issues and continue not worrying at the slam poetry venue hall in peace.

(alright, so maybe he was a little worried. A little. A tiny infinitesimal smidge of worry in the galaxy of confidence Akihiko was made of, nothing that’d impact him, he could totally handle her totally he was the most awesomest person in the universe why on earth would anyone else think otherwise?

He was so screwed.)

Naturally, as Akihiko did when he wasn’t worrying, he talked. “These windows are deplorable!” he exclaimed to the world at large but more specifically one Dojima Haruo. Scowling, Akihiko rubbed vigorously at the windows. Two were spotlessly clean, while the rest were covered in grime and other deplorable substances. “Did the people forgot to clean up after the reenactment of Attack of the Sludge Monster last night?! Surely these plebeians know that the windows would be affected as well, not just the floor and walls! Naturally one such as I can clean this perfectly, but - whatthefuck is this?!”

Akihiko yanked at his hands. One hand came away free. The other hand and the cleaning cloth he was using remained stuck to the window, which was rapidly covering in frost. Eyes widening, Akihiko yanked at his hand again - only to hiss in pain as his hand threatened to let go without the skin. Even as he looked at his palm, the ice was beginning to climb up past his fingers like the rising bread of doom to envelope his hand and bury it into the ice age.

Yanking would be no good. Mind calculating, Akihiko whirled to face Haruo. “Hot water!” He called imperiously, or as imperiously as a boy stuck in an awkward half crouched position could call (which was not very imperious at all). “It’ll melt the ice and -” the words ‘free me’ stuck in his throat on the way out and turn into, “- and prevent frostbite!”

No need to draw attention to the fact that he needed help - not that he needed it, oh not at all. Akihiko could free himself perfectly fine - with a little time to think of a plan, that is.

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After what seemed like forever, Mikami picked up the phone.

“Mikami speaking,” The teacher’s voice rang smoothly through the phone like melted chocolate, slightly amused as if he knew a joke the others weren’t getting. Pretty much normal for him. “What’s going on?”

He listened to the entire story, giving the complimentary oo’s and aaa’s as he did so. When Mashiro finally finished, there was a few seconds of thoughtful silence. “Got it.” Mikami said briskly. “Ok. First, you need to get the girl away from the food, out of the store if necessary. Second - is the food coming to life?”

The food was, in fact, coming to life - the sounds were growing louder and louder by the second and when looked closely, the animal parts were starting to move, trembling where they were.

It might have been a trick of the eye, something caused by the rising tension in the shop. But if it wasn’t, something huge was about to happen.

“If it is - Run.” If Mikami was there, his face would have bored uncharacteristic seriousness. As it was, the voice coming through the speaker held enough gravity to pull a meteor into the atmosphere. “Find a safe space, find her mark, text me the results. Or if you need me - oops!” Thre was a large crash on the other side of the phone. When Mikami picked up again he sounded slightly breathless and a lot more cheerful. “If you need me call me! And make sure to stay safe and use protection!”

And with that suspiciously cheerful sentence, Mikami hung up.