A daydreaming cynic's act of evil
Unbelievable! The prim sharp-eyed class president herself did not as much as glance behind her before she brazenly jumped into the arms of the adult gentleman before her. Yuuya sat crouched behind a trash bin, which felt somehow strangely symbolic, confirming her suspicions. Sure enough, there Cloette was, clinging around the principal's secretary's neck without a care in the world. He was young-looking and rather handsome, in a boyish kind of way, and Yuuya could definitely see why a girl would fall for him. Yuuya slides her phone out of her pocket and prepares for attack. And there it was; she was lucky enough to snap a shot of the couple kissing mouth-to-mouth, none of that cheek kissing rubbish, with Cloette's face clearly shown in the shot. Oh, class president, you should know better. Because of your carelessness, your esteemed reputation will be torn to shreds online, not only by savage, blood-craving students, but by teachers, neighbours, supposed friends, the whole damned city. As quickly as Naomi Tanaka's name was forgotten by her classmates, you'll be brandished as unlawful. Cloette and her secret lover begin walking side by side, chattering and laughing occasionally. Yuuya's fingers begin to move too, quickly and deviously across her phone screen, each click drawing Cloette's demise closer and closer. The picture would be everywhere, to make the most out of this evil act, and as devilish as Yuuya Hibeki is determined to be, she begins with the school's social platform for all of her classmates to see. No words were needed. The picture said enough. With one final click, Yuuya seals Cloette's fate for the rest of the world to see. Her action felt, so far, harmless and trivial. Nobody was screaming in pain before her, not reminding her of the awful deed she's committed. But as barely one minute had passed, the sin started to sink in. Like starving piranhas, students from all ages and classes started ripping Cloette apart within seconds upon seeing the picture, greedily feasting on her downfall. There was shock, sympathy, intrigue, and even sorrow, too, but not enough to overpower the increasing brutality of the hungry piranhas. Comments popped up with each passing second.
“lmaoo who knew the class prez was such a tramp”
“HAHAHJAHHSJAHA AWKWARD LOL”
“Oops”
“guys come on it's not that bad yall need to grow up”
“woof woof”
“Is this fake?”
And tens, then dozens, then hundreds of comments in a similar manner continued to fill up the page on Yuuya's phone. A raging success. She could virtually feel red horns sprouting from her head in that moment of wicked glory. And as they do, her fantasies started running wild, aroused from excitement, whisking her away from this world and into the one of daydreams. She could see the future, a future where everything burnt and died and repented. She could hear the voice she for so long had desired to hear.
“They're horrendous, aren’t they? Humans.”
It was speaking only to her, Yuuya, with words coated in honesty and nothing more. For the first time, it was a voice which did not tempt any violently toxic vulgarities from her lips, one that spoke to communicate rather than to please.
“And you're horrendous, too.” The voice would then say, turning to face the despicable human Yuuya Hibeki with deep, sagacious eyes, which've witnessed tragedy again and again since the beginning of time. A sweet smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils and entered her brain. It was strangely comforting.
“You realise this, and I pity you for it. If it should provide any consolation –“ The figure reached out its hand, “welcome home, Yuuya.”
The crescendo of her daydream made an abrupt finish with the sudden ring from Yuuya's phone. She stares indifferently at the screen. Her post had been removed by the admin of the group. No matter. The deed was done, irreversible. She did not have to look for long to find reposts of the same picture on other, broader platforms. The product of her sin was multiplying on its own like a cancer. And soon, it would infect Cloette the same.