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Isamu Hisoka

"Sometimes, even candy can be bitter..."

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a character in “Stray Memories”, as played by cybernekokaito

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Mirai Kuriyama { Kyoukai no Kanata }
______โ†ฏ v o i c e c l a i m
Miyuki Sawashiro
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______โ†ฏ t h o u g h t
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______โ†ฏ t h e m e ( i n s t r u m e n t a l )
Meltdown (Music Box Version) - Originally, Iroha(Sasaki)
______โ†ฏ t h e m e ( v o c a l )
LOL (Lots of Laugh) - ๅ››ๆฌกๅ…ƒ-P ft. Hatsune Miku
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______โ†ฏ n a m e
Isamu Hisoka
______โ†ฏ n i c k n a m e s
โฃ Ichigo โ€” His hair is a pinkish tint, and ichigo means strawberry.
______โ†ฏ g e n d e r
Male
______โ†ฏ a g e
18
______โ†ฏ s e x u a l i t y
Homosexual
______โ†ฏ r o l e / t i t l e
Person E / โThe Innocent Oneโž
______โ†ฏ l o c a t i o n
Isamu lives in a studio apartment in the city. It isn't incredibly large or extravagant, but it's homey in its own way. He decorates his apartment with a lot of cute things. There are posters all over his walls, and a desk in the center of the room with a desktop computer. In the corner of his room where his bed should be, there is a mass of stuffed animals and pillows.
______โ†ฏ s e c r e t
Isamu assisted in covering up a murder that a dear friend (and crush at the time) had roped him into doing. If found out, he could be thrown in jail.
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5'3"
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119 lbs
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Strawberry Blonde / Almost Pink
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Gold
______โ†ฏ a p p e a r a n c e
Isamu's hair is short and fluffy, like clouds that extend to his chin. He looks rather girlish and tends to dress in a more feminine way, also, preferring shorts, knee socks, and slouchy pastel sweaters to jeans and T-shirt. His height is short and his weight is rather skinny. He takes care of himself rather well and truly does give off the impression of being "The Innocent One." His hair is strawberry blonde, giving a pinkish tint as well, and his eyes seem like pools of melted gold.
______โ†ฏ n o t a b l e / s p e c i a l
He wears glasses that he has trouble seeing without, and also he looks more on the feminine side.
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โฃ Pastel Colors โ€” He likes the softness of the colors and thinks they're cute.
โฃ Fluffy Things โ€” Cats, bunnies, things like that.
โฃ Video Games โ€” He plays all types of video games, including otome and otoge (and also BL).
โฃ Anime/Manga โ€” As a counterpart to liking video games.
โฃ Cute Clothes โ€” He likes wearing and shopping for these.

______โ†ฏ d i s l i k e s
โฃ Dull Colors โ€” His least favorite color is black.
โฃ His Secret โ€” It's something he's deeply regretful of, especially since he has fallen out of love.
โฃ Nosy People โ€” Nosy people tend to uncover unsightly things.
โฃ Power Outages โ€” He needs technology to survive, basically.

______โ†ฏ h o p e s
โฃ Recover His Secret โ€” He can't let that get out. Ever.
โฃ Get Over His Old Crush โ€” He shouldn't be so hung up on the man who asked him to hide a body for him...

______โ†ฏ f e a r s
โฃ His Secret Getting Out โ€” He could go to jail if he's found out.
โฃ Poisonous Animals โ€” The idea of being poisoned horrifies him to no end.
โฃ Meeting His Old Crush Again โ€” For lots of reasons.

______โ†ฏ s t r e n g t h s
โฃ Sweet-Looking โ€” He really fills out the role of innocent boy, so he is rarely suspected of things.
โฃ Playing Up โ€” He can really play up his sweetness also.
โฃ Intelligence โ€” He's very smart and able to think quickly on his feet.

______โ†ฏ w e a k n e s s e s
โฃ Frantic โ€” As his secret gets farther away from him and closer to getting exposed, he will start to grow frantic and won't be able to keep his cool. At times during this, he may even grow manipulative to get the outcome he wants.
โฃ Strength โ€” He is very weak.

______โ†ฏ p e r s o n a l i t y
ใ€˜engaging / nervous / cheerful / manipulative ใ€™

On the surface, Isamu definitely looks the part of an innocent girl boy. With his sweet appearance and engagingly friendly personality, one would have no problem trusting and holding a conversation with Isamu. He always seems to be sporting a smile that oozes gentleness. On the inside, though, he's a very nervous and paranoid personโ€”after all, to him, it's rather easy to get lost in thoughts that everyone knows your secret when they speak to you. This also shows when he is confronted with his secret and when he starts to think that his secret will get out, he starts to panic and get visibly nervous. In addition to this, he starts to get a little manipulative, getting into people's heads to get his way and sway the outcome in his favor. However, being nice can only get you so far in a situation like this, so he'll learn to toughen himself up...
______โ†ฏ h i s t o r y
Isamu Hisoka had a relatively normal upbringing. His parents were supportive of his fondness of girly things. During his middle school years, he met a boy named Junichirou Kaito, and the more time they spent together, the more he started to fall in love with the boy. From then on, they did everything together. Isamu trusted Kaito wholely with his life.

He didn't expect that things would turn out the way he did, even when he saw warning signs.

Kaito would do things that would get the both of them in trouble (though luckily, Isamu was good at getting himself out of things). He would guilt Isamu into staying out later than he was supposed to when he had to go, things like that, so they started minor. It started to escalate from there, though, as Kaito started doing more and more dangerous things and tugging Isamu along. By their second year of high school, Isamu finally started to see that there was something wrong; whenever Kaito would get angry at Isamu for not doing what he wanted, he would get borderline violent, though he never did hit or beat Isamuโ€”he would get dangerously close, though. For this reason, Isamu spent some time away from Kaito, but he still did feel he loved him. They spoke over chat clients to keep in contact for a year after Kaito switched schools for some reason. After a while, he sent Isamu a link to a forum and told him to join it. At first it seemed relatively normal, but as time progressed, he was a little disturbed by the content, but he passed it off as some kind of ARG thing that people post fake scary stories about like on 2chan.

Then, one day, Kaito showed up at Isamu's door (the door to his new apartment that his parents were paying for, and Isamu wondered how he found his house) with an odd and shocking request. โI'll just come out with it. You should check that forum.โž There was a pause, then, and Kaito gave him the charming smile that made Isamu always melt. โWe'll look at it together. You and me are gonna do something about this.โž

Maybe the red flag should have been the lack of specification. He had just showed up at Isamu's door without warning and asked him of something without specifying. Isamu agreed and invited him inside, and together they read the forum post. They were to cover up some sort of... murder. The boy was horrified, but Kaito seems a bit too excited about it. And since his crus was excited, Isamu complied, his intelligence kicking in. The two of them along with a group of users from the forum somehow made it appear as an assassination, and it really worked. After that, he started to distance himself from Kaito. He wouldn't answer texts or messages, he wouldn't go back to the forum. For a few months after that, he never left the apartment, but after then, he's been in and out of his house, realizing that life goes on, and leaving is a good way to get over Kaito. His parents still pay for his apartment, as he's unemployed, but he does make a bit of money playing video games in small tournaments.

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So begins...

Isamu Hisoka's Story

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Character Portrait: Gensai Ryuunosuke Character Portrait: Isamu Hisoka Character Portrait: Akemi Horigome Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Mizushima Character Portrait: Haruka Shinomiya Character Portrait: Nao Kazurimori
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"Good day, ____.

What- did you think I was joking? Of course not! I always
hold true to my word. After all, I started a game and I'm not willing to let it die right after I threatened you all with your very worst secrets being shown to everyone in the world! Ahahaha!

Without further ado, here are your first clues--"






The sound of the busy streets of Hanamura during nighttime was lost on the ears of those working within the Ryuunosukes' main building. People within the building of the high-rising business worked almost like clockwork- never stopping from their normal routines. File these, prepare that, answer this e-mail...it was always the same thing almost every single day. On a normal occasion, this would hold true, even for the leader of the Ryuunosuke business himself.

But this was no normal occasion.

6:30 PM. At this time, Gensai Ryuunosuke should be looking out of the window of his living space within the main building, observing the many interactions and movements within the estate. At exactly 6:35, he would then proceed to his desk and handle more paperwork, possibly sneaking in a call with Yukino somewhere in there. By 7:00 he'd be done and have the rest of the hours to his sleeping time at 10:30 for free.

But right now, Gensai stared, puzzled at his phone. Unlike any normal circumstance, he wasn't waiting for a call from any sort of business partners or anything- he stared at the message from the unknown number, containing the clues to start the sick game this...this strange seller has made. There were two problems Gensai had to deal with, on closer look- the first was obviously his secret. He couldn't let the truth of the Fall of the Dragon come to light. He had already taken his steps to making the Ryuunosuke business a fair one towards its competitors, unlike the unjust rule of his forefathers. Had that bastard seller revealed that he had killed both his grandfather and his father, all of that work would be laid to waste, and the entire business would fall with him.

The other problem was something small, and yet so important; someone had let that seller into the Ryuunosuke estate. But who? Was it one of his men? Was it another person entirely? Who did have the rights to get into the estate scot-free, if they weren't working for him? Right now, Gensai had no way to tell.

The man's cool blue eyes swept again and again across the two clues- "Might need some wipers?" Was that person someone who had a car that didn't have any windshield wipers? If only it was that easy- then again, Hanamura was a big city and Gensai didn't want to tire his resources looking for cars that don't have windshield wipers. And knowing how the seller spoke to him that day, it was obvious this was supposed to be some riddle- a riddle that Gensai had no idea how to solve. His eyes shifted towards the second clue- the person who owned the secret in his file.

"The person who owns the secret in your file does not live at home."
"That isn't very useful." It could literally be anything- they could be living in a dorm, or they could be staying somewhere else. Maybe they lived on the streets. Streets weren't considered homes after all. Still, the clue was clearer than the first, and he could at least appreciate the fact that the seller made the second clues easier. Though this still wasn't enough to go off on. At best, he could rely on the idea that perhaps the second person lived in a dorm. He could narrow down his choices to the youth.

Speaking of youth...

He felt his phone buzz and a notification for a new message came up- from Yukino, to boot. His finger hovered over the message for a brief moment- then he slowly tapped it.

Subject: About your endorser...

I got good news for you, Gensai! I just found this great musical prodigy, and judging from how my coworkers say about her, it seems like she's a hit among the younger audiences! I already messaged her about your offer and, well...she said she'd show up at this particular meeting place. Please give her a shot! Her name is Haruka Shinomiya!"


Gensai paused. Did Yukino just really pick her to be his endorser for the newest gadget launch by the Ryuunosukes? He shook his head- she really was that impulsive. He supposed she was doing it for his sake, but still. But at the same time, he should give this musical prodigy a chance- Gensai wasn't one who interacted with the younger people often, so he would let them surprise him this time. And besides, the product launch was literally tomorrow, and he had interacted with the girl every now and then. He had no other choice.

He glanced at his white suit jacket on his coat hanger, and sighed.

Moments later, he had reached the biggest shopping mall in Hanamura- not a place he'd like to be at, considering the amount of people flocking here and there, but this was supposed to be the stage of his product launch tomorrow, and the meeting place where he was supposed to meet Haruka was also within here. He heard rumors of a very skilled hacker hounding this district- that was most likely the seller who had sold off his secret. He gritted his teeth, lowered his head, then briskly walked towards a well-known cafe near the main plaza.

Some people stared as the leader of the Ryuunosuke business stared at his watch, glancing outside the cafe every now and then. All he had to do right now was wait and see- maybe he would get lucky and catch some wind of whoever was in his clues there. After all, the mall was a natural magnet for all sorts of people.


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Character Portrait: Gensai Ryuunosuke Character Portrait: Isamu Hisoka Character Portrait: Akemi Horigome Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Mizushima Character Portrait: Haruka Shinomiya Character Portrait: Nao Kazurimori
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Akemi Horigome was sitting up on her bed in her room. The girl had read and reread the email sent to her over and over again, hoping to whatever god was up there that this was just a sick joke. But the more she read about it, the sicker she got over the idea that someone knew everything about her past and about what she was doing. If that ever got exposed, her social standing would be over at school and her parents could very well make her homeless again. Her blood boiled a little. Who the hell was this person to think they could ruin her life like that? How did they even get the hacking capabilities in the first place? She juat growled a bit to herself as she read the clues yet again.
The person who has your secret hides a clue in their past.
"Jesus, can you possibly be more vague asshole?" To her, that could have meant anything. They were abandoned by their mother, they were homeless at one point, they were unloved; god help her if that clue was that they lied because almost everyone does it. "Alright, to hell with that. Who else do I have to watch out for?"
The person who owns the secret in your file leads a secret life.
Akemi didn't know if she wanted to scream, cry, laugh or break her VRMax right then and there. What the fuck did that even mean? Did it mean that they did nothing fun or exciting in their life? Did it mean they had a happy life? Did it mean that they were so ordinary that they wouldn't stand out. Either way, Akemi burned with anger at the idea that someone with an infinitely happier life than hers was learning everything about her secret. She felt okay with killing them for sure. However, an interesting idea struck her. Sure, she could kill that person and get her secret back or talk to the other secret holder and convince them to give her secret back, but who was to say if the mastermind wanted the game to end after that. For all she knew, she could be dragged back in at any time.
"The second I get my secret back, I'm going to kill the fucker who took it from me in the first place."
After uttering that promise, she decided to take her mind off of the game and think for a little bit. Looking in her wallet, she had quite a bit of cash from her latest amazing grade. Of course, she got someone else to do it for her but she still got the money. She figured some retail therapy could do her a lot of good to clear her mind. As she thought that, she walked over to the big mall in Hanamura, taking a break from doing some thinking on her own for once. She was checking out the latest fashions in a clothing store next to the cafe. She figured after getting some dresses, she would indulge herself with some mocha. But for now, she tried on clothing.

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Character Portrait: Gensai Ryuunosuke Character Portrait: Isamu Hisoka Character Portrait: Akemi Horigome Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Mizushima Character Portrait: Haruka Shinomiya Character Portrait: Nao Kazurimori
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No longer does Isamu Hisoka live his life as a shut-in. It's been a few months (a year? he hasn't been counting) since he last locked himself in his studio apartment for days, weeks, a month on end, leaving only for necessities, like buying food or a new keyboard. No longer is he a simple NEET (though, wouldn't such a phrase describe someone with no job, no plans for college, and who spends most of his free time on the internet?). Normally, a trip outside would be a fresh breath of airโ€”an adventure to be had with each step, though he only started feeling this way after he realized being a shut-in wouldn't do. Though, today, he has no such luxury to imagine what adventures he'll be embarking on.

Just a horrid feeling deep in his guts, making his limbs feel like lead. He feels more and more lethargic with each step, as if the secret he's lost weighs him down. The secret is a brick tied to his ankles (weighing him down, causing him to sink down, down, down, though too far out of his reach to untie and save himself) and the looming threat of its release is the ocean. Just what did I do to deserve something like this, anyways? It isn't even my fault. He sighs, squinting at the email on his phone and reading the contents over and over again. I've been a good boy except for that one thing and now some idiot's got my secret out there, somewhere.

He briefly chastises himself internally. He doesn't know who has his secret, so he shouldn't call them an idiot; after all, they're in the same boat as him, so what right does he have to judge a book by a cover he's never even seen?

A few times, Isamu accidentally runs into someone, and they apologize to him, and it feels wrong to him. These people shouldn't be apologizing to someone who conspired with his scummy spawn-of-the-devil ex (though are they truly broken up?) boyfriend to cover up a murder. If Kaito never got him to join the forum in the first place, it would've never happened. Likewise, if 'The Prince' (whoever this guy really was) hadn't wanted his dad dead in the first place, Isamu would be living a free, happy life. He shakes the thoughts off; no point in blaming others (though Kaito deserves all the damn blame, he reminds himself). He lets the others apologize, ducking their heads and saying things like โ›pardon me,โœ or โ›excuse me, miss!โœ and though he is certainly no 'miss,' he does not correct them.

Finally, he arrives at a cafe inside the mall. A bell doesn't chime when he opens the door, and that disappoints him quite a bit, and he decides to focus on that. The decision to focus on small, insignificant things comes as a comfort and distraction to what horrible things are to come. Since he's here, he might as well get something nice, so he waits in line. One of those cute little coffees with designs in the cream would be nice. I wonder if they can do that here? I could get ZEN's face in my coffee...

Almost as if like clockwork, he closes the email app on his phone and pulls up an otoge app, just to pass the time and to get his mind off of things.

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"You understand that part now yes?"

"Yeah, I think I've got most of the basics down. By the way, are you sure you want to go with this arrangement?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we can change the introduction from D-C-A to C-E-A. Trust me, it'll sound so much better on the guitar."

"Umm...since when do you play guitar, Shinomiya-san?"

"Well, let's just say I've been practicing all week..."


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Hanamura State University - 4:30 PM. Dismissal


Class had just finished for the upper high school students of the Hanamura State University and students have started heading out, not to go home but to enjoy the nightlife in the city's various recreational districts. Haruka on the other hand, had a habit of lazing around by the guardhouse for a few minutes before heading back to the dorm, which is a little odd for one of Hanamura's beloved daughters.

"Thing is, barely anyone gives a rat's ass for anyone. They think that just because I'm famous, I'd have press crowding me and fans storming up for autographs on a daily basis. No, life isn't like that--even if you're famous." Haruka punctuated her thoughts with a sigh. "Who am I kidding? I ain't famous. Not one bit. "She" is."

"Hey, Haruka!" A girl's voice called out from behind the bench she was sitting on and in a few moments, she was graced with the company of a taller, long-haired girl going by the name of Karen.

"Karen...I thought you had club?" Haruka asks the woman beside her, taking out her phone in order to check the time.

"Change of plans. I got invited to a mixer so I ditched. Besides, it's not like we're particularly busy right now. School festival's still a long way off."

"Another one? How many does that make it now? 40?"

"Sheesh, this is just the fourth one. You added an extra zero, dumbass."

"Whatever. Well, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be heading out early if you're going to one?" Haruka raises a suspicious eye at Karen.

"It's still a little early and--wait, aren't you the one who's always telling me to arrive fashionably late?"

"You do that after you've scored a date, idiot. Haven't I told you that before?" Haruka sighed as she closed her eyes. Conversations with Karen are always going off-topic.

"What are you, my mom now? Geez..." Karen also sighed as she took a seat right next to her musician friend. "But, no. I don't recall you saying that before."

"That only proves you're not listening. Really Karen, sometimes I wonder if you really are my friend." Haruka teases her friend a little.

"Awww...don't say that! I love you Haruka!" Karen responded to the remark by giving Haruka a big hug which Haruka just lightly brushed off.

"Anyway...aren't you supposed to answer my question?"

"Well, I came over to invite you of course!"

"No thanks."

"Wha--why? You've never turned down a mixer before! Come on, Haruka! With an idol like you in our squad, we'll be sure to score some hot guys!" Karen insists in an almost pleading way.

"I'm a musician not an idol. There's a difference. Anyway. I would love to help you girls out but--" Haruka took out her phone as she explained, showing the Ryuunosuke message to her friend. "Duty calls. A little last minute in fact."

"Endorsement offer from--Gensai Ryuunosuke???!!! That guy's like, uber-rich you know?"

"Yes I know. There's a tarp thanking his company hanging from the school gate remember?"

"Yeah! So what's he doing talking to you?"

"Beats me. Well, I've got to get going. Wouldn't want to be late. Otherwise he might make me walk the plank!" With that, Haruka got up to leave, waving her friend a fond farewell as she walked ahead. "See you Karen! Have fun at your mixer!"

"Be careful Haruka. I've heard rumors about these guys--and they're not good at all. Best to stay on your toes."

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Haruka arrived at the bustling mall she was instructed to go to. She wasn't that sure why this man wanted to meet with her in such a public spot. Normally, it would've been in a more private location like a restaurant or their office. Circumstances are practically telling her that calling her was a last minute decision on her client's part.

"Let's see...it should be around this corner--whoah!" With her eyes fixed on the message on her phone, Haruka accidentally bumped into another student which immediately caught her attention. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She immediately apologized. Fortunately, the girl looked okay.

"Hmm? Girl?" Haruka wondered about the person she bumped into. She felt strange. Off somehow. "Well, never mind. Not my business."

She eventually got to the cafe her contact outlined in the message. A rather popular chain frequented by well-known personalities. It is rather known for its high-quality brews...and exuberant, inflated prices. She walked in and took a quick glance. She spotted the man she was supposed to meet sitting on one of the two-person tables and she immediately walked over to take the chair adjacent to his.

"Good evening. Yukino-san isn't around? I thought she'd be the one meeting with me but, I reckon she couldn't make it?" She greeted the man in front of her, obviously not intimidated by his presence. "I heard about the offer. Seemed really last minute though. I take it your company would be providing the equipment at the venue? The studio said they'll be closing early tomorrow so we wouldn't be able to get any of our instruments out."