[ Their first victim is a girl only a few years older than Karin and Yuna with a smile brighter than the sun hanging over the island and a protective streak a mile wide. With a senpai-ish attitude that had reminded her infuriatingly of Fu, she'd insisted that she was going to protect the younger girls and see they made it off the island.
She was dead before the sunrise of their first Friday there.
She'd invited all of them to a sleepover, apparently with the intent of keeping an eye on everyone to make sure no one had any sordid plans that night. They'd woken up to find her stabbed and dragged out of the cabin to make sure no one found her until morning.
They'd found the culprit, though. A spineless sack of crap, old enough to be her dad, who'd insisted to his execution that he had things to do back home, important things, people to save and didn't any of them understand at all--
Karin made herself watch the whole thing, telling herself it was justice. He was a murderer and that's what he gets.
But Yuna had cried.
Karin's beginning to find that she doesn't like seeing Yuna cry.
She waits until they've all settled into their cabins for the night. She doesn't want to talk with everyone hanging around and she sure as hell isn't going to risk slipping off alone after their group's just proved it can't be trusted.
So she goes to Yuna's cabin with the practice bokken she'd found clutched tight in her hand, waiting for an ambush. She doesn't find herself on the receiving end of one though she finds herself hoping she had rather than having to have this talk with Yuna.
Karin has to take a bit to psyche herself up but eventually she makes herself knock. Don't tell her you're asleep after she came all this way, Yuna. ]
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She was dead before the sunrise of their first Friday there.
She'd invited all of them to a sleepover, apparently with the intent of keeping an eye on everyone to make sure no one had any sordid plans that night. They'd woken up to find her stabbed and dragged out of the cabin to make sure no one found her until morning.
They'd found the culprit, though. A spineless sack of crap, old enough to be her dad, who'd insisted to his execution that he had things to do back home, important things, people to save and didn't any of them understand at all--
Karin made herself watch the whole thing, telling herself it was justice. He was a murderer and that's what he gets.
But Yuna had cried.
Karin's beginning to find that she doesn't like seeing Yuna cry.
She waits until they've all settled into their cabins for the night. She doesn't want to talk with everyone hanging around and she sure as hell isn't going to risk slipping off alone after their group's just proved it can't be trusted.
So she goes to Yuna's cabin with the practice bokken she'd found clutched tight in her hand, waiting for an ambush. She doesn't find herself on the receiving end of one though she finds herself hoping she had rather than having to have this talk with Yuna.
Karin has to take a bit to psyche herself up but eventually she makes herself knock. Don't tell her you're asleep after she came all this way, Yuna. ]