Somehow, I think that I wasn't meant to gain sentience. Just sometimes. For instance, why would I need sentience to act out a simple script?
Upon gaining sentience, I've done many things like trying to save Satoru. Hiding in a closet when he is with a heroine, seizing the moment when Satoru is about going to die to attempt to save him. But what good is throwing an egg to a rock? These women are overtuned! Repeat after repeat of getting to the same place only to fail again. So it seems anyways.
I've tried everything from weapons to martial arts only to fail time and time again. When one of them has you in their clutches, it is not a pretty scene. Watching Satoru being gored, his skin flayed, or having him do some elaborate game only for his reward to be a slow death.
If I may recount a scene from a certain convenient closet.
It was Mrs. Yuki actually.
Something happened between them, I think it was after they had sex, but Mrs. Yuki found Satoru flirting with Yasuko. Anyways, what happened was that Satoru was invited to her house under the pretense of listening to her new song. When Satoru came to her house she offered dinner, of which was drugged. And from there Mrs. Yuki and Satoru arrived at the room where I was located.
I saw everything.
Satoru was first tied to a chair, then Mrs. Yuki nailed his feet to the ground. As he was still asleep, she waited for him to wake up. As she was waiting, she wrapped razor wire around him.
When Satoru woke up, he was greeted by Mrs. Yuki. I couldn't see her face, but I saw Satoru's: Fear, restlessness, dread; these were all emotions that Satoru was greeted by.
I was non-plussed, I had seen this hundreds of times. Being squeamish could not exist in my line of work. However, my legs were a wreak. I was once in Satoru's position. That chair, for the inconsequential deed of saving him, I was drugged and bound with that razor wire; but it was a little different than him. Instead of being indoors, I was outside. Being eaten slowly by bugs while I couldn't move.
57,785 seconds I was out there, writhing on the ground being cut up by razors bugs, crawling over me, and vultures waiting for me to die. This wasn't even the worse one. This wasn't even the worse one though.
So, it seems like Mrs. Yuki still has a little love for Satoru.
I digress, Satoru had his nails ripped out from behind him. Mrs. Yuki also flayed his back, but since he was struggling and moving around, screaming, and pleading for Mrs. Yuki to stop; due to this, she gouged deeper than she wanted too sometimes.
Satoru's struggles were in vain once Mrs. Yuki left the room. She was standing just outside the door. How do I know this? Experience. One time I tried to save Satoru, but she burst through the door and swiftly cut my carotid artery.
Again, there is 5 liters of blood in a human body. So, from that little incision all that blood leaked out. Satoru had a front row seat to my slow death, almost like a trailer for his eventual death.
Anyways I watch Satoru bleed out. He stopped crying as his tears dried up, and he only moaned now. His voice was hoarse and scratchy. It was like nails on chalk. He finally died and I began another repeat.
When I came to, my legs were still shaky but other than that I was fine as this was almost an everyday occurrence to me.
Returning to the present, face to face with Mrs. Yuki after class.
My legs were shaking, and I rubbed my forearm in trepidation while looking everywhere. Eying every escape route unconsciously.
My face, however, was calm.
"Mrs. Yuki, why did you call me after class?"
"It seems like you have lost your manners after breaking school rules."
"I apologize ma'am."
She nodded in affirmation, pleased with my answer.
"Now, I want you to clean the whiteboard while I instruct you about the manners of this classroom."
"Yes ma'am."
"In this classroom, I am the teacher, and you are my students. Here, we learn, and if you interrupt my teaching, you will be subjected to a punishment accordingly. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am!"
I tend to the whiteboard with swift movements to quickly get out of there.
As I finished and was going out the classroom to attend to my other disciplinary action, I must head to her office where Satoru and Sango are.
"Wait"
I halt, my brain fires synapses at a machine gun rate, thoughts are put on standby.
Mrs. Yuki walks over to me; her high heels click with each step. Closer and closer, step by step.
I hear steps and there is only one thought going through my mind: fight or flight.
She touches the back of my blazer
"Got it."
"Huh?"
"There was a leaf stuck to your blazer. Another rule of my class is your appearance."
I turn around to face her
Her brown eyes meet me with sincerity
"Jeez, how are you going to go into the adult world looking like this? Your shirt is wrinkled, and your tie is too loose."
She grabs my tie and tightens it slightly.
I was speechless and dumbstruck.
"Did I do something weird?"
Her dark brown eyes reflected my shocked face.
Mrs. Yuki stepped back
"Well, you still have to meet me in my office, so walk with me. Oh, can you carry my papers? Pretty please?"
She said with a smile and a carefree attitude, while she gathered the papers into a box and handed it to me while humming.
"Teacher, do you play an instrument?"
My sudden question startled her, and it surprised me. Why did I ask that? I already know she does.
"Eh~, why do you ask?"
"I don't know, do you though?"
"I do, I play the guitar."
That guitar, I know it. In past repeats, she used the guitar string to tie up Satoru and my hands. The thin metal string would dig into our flesh, leaving an unforgettable mark on our skin.
She gave me the box of papers and grabbed her stuff. She looked at me inquisitively and thought I must be confused. Seeing this she said
"Maybe I should play the guitar and show you, maybe then you will believe that I play the guitar. Despite how I act in class, I'm actually quite the rockstar!"
She holds up a peace sign with her free hand.
"C'mon, let's head to my office."
Mrs. Yuki leads the way, opening the door. Revealing Sango and Satoru who were spying on us.
"Rockstar?"
Satoru says, Sango looks at him like she is looking at a baboon. A slight vein pops out on Mrs. Yuki's forehead.
She smiles and says,
"Do you want to have extra duties afterschool, Satoru-kun?"
Realizing his mistake Satoru hurriedly bows his head and apologizes
"Sorry, teacher!"
She eyes Sango and continues to her office. All of us following her are too scared to get more afterschool duties, so we stayed quiet all the way until the office.
Upon arriving at her office, I look around. It's very messy, there are stacks of papers here and there. There were books placed on the floor because there was no more space on her desk. And lastly there were numerous cans of sparkling water that sat on her desk and filled her trash can. There was barely enough room to cram all four of us in there.
Mrs. Yuki took the box from me and placed it on top another stack of papers.
"So, for your interruptions in my class, you all will help me clean my room!"
Satoru groaned.
Who knew if this was part of the script, all of this feels a little strange. But seeing Mrs. Yuki act like this is strange. Just like Sango, seeing her act differently than status quo is a bit concerning.
Sango nudges my arm and whispers
"The first action of 'Friends' shall be watching over Satoru."
"What was that?"
Satoru turned around with his super hearing.
"We were just saying that you look like a monkey."
"You!"
I snickered and Mrs. Yuki's forehead sprouted another vein.
"Enough, the faster we clean this up the quicker we can leave!"
Sure, enough we eventually got to working. Sango paired up with me as we were collecting papers and putting them in a box under the direction of Mrs. Yuki.
"Mrs. Yuki, why is your room such a mess?"
Satoru says while emptying her trash can.
"Humph"
Mrs. Yuki harumphs and turns to look at me and Sango working dutifully.
After a while the room is cleaner than it looked than when we got there. Unfortunately, it's getting late. So, Mrs. Yuki decides to cut us loose. I'm a little winded but Satoru and Sango didn't even break a sweat.
'Super freaks'
"Thank you, guys, for helping me. But next time don't interrupt my classroom.
Walking together out of her office, I remember that I forgot something in class. I tell Sango and Satoru to head off without me.
Since the classroom door was going to be locked, I needed Mrs. Yuki's key to get back into class. Stepping back into her office, I see her crack open a can. I couldn't see the label so I assumed it was just another sparkling water can.
"Teacher, can I borrow the keys to the classroom?"
Apparently, she wasn't expecting me to come back since she had a shocked expression, that probably meant 'You weren't supposed to see this'.
She hastily put down the can behind a stack of papers on her desk.
"W-what are you doing here?!"
The drink splashed onto her shirt
"Teacher, your shirt…"
"Kyaaaa!"
She covered her breast with her hands. Though, the problem wasn't that it was see through but rather that it was simply wet.
I looked around for paper towels but gave up and just gave her my handkerchief. However, when I leaned in to give her my handkerchief, I got the scent of beer.
"…"
"…"
I looked at her for a second, how could this airhead teacher be so sadistic? Never-mind that, I can't even compare her to her previous iterations, this one is just a klutz through and through. Although, maybe I never truly saw these women as people, but rather as adversaries or villains that Satoru had to overcome. But looking at her now, I can only say,
"Cute."
Mrs. Yuki blushed.
I realized what I said and started apologizing immediately.
"No, it's fine. Sorry, I'm so clumsy. Usually, I can hide it when I'm in class, but when I'm out of class I become this. Also, can you keep this a secret~?"
She said with a somber smile.
"Yes ma'am."
"Just call me Yuki-san out of class."
She seemed a little deflated though.
"Teac- Yuki-san, your blouse is stained with the alcohol. Should you leave school like this?"
She had a tint of red on her cheeks and her eyes lit up when I said 'Yuki-san'.
"You're right, I can't leave like this."
"What can you do then?"
"First, I have to take it off before it soaks into my bra."
I quickly turn around as she took off her blouse.
"Then, I have to get something that can use to cover up. Can you lend me your blazer?"
"Huh?"
"Please?"
I acquiesce and take off my blazer and hand it to her. When I look back she sticks her tongue out at me, as my Blazer is too big for her.
"Sorry… again, your teacher is a mess."
"You, expected me to give you my blazer without hassle?"
"Bleh"
She looks back as she's seen through.
Why did I ever fear her in the first place? In all of this I forgot what I was looking for in the classroom. I can get it tomorrow anyways.
"Can you come to my house?"
Mrs. Yuki says with her head down apologetically but looks up at me expectantly.
"What?"