Dungeon Oratoria Online

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Chance encounters in the dungeon

Suguha:

"Honestly, these nerds who got trapped deserve it. It's not like losing them is an issue. In fact, its probably better if they all die."

"Take that back!" Whirling to her feet, Suguha roared her words, silencing the noisy room. Glaring daggers, Suguha stared down the source of her rage. Her classmate, Yukiko. With gorgeous black hair and a perfect face, Yukiko was one of the popular girls, and she knew it.

Now Yukiko smiled back at Suguha's enraged form, thinly veiled fear hidden behind her eyes. "Are you talking to me?"

Suguha didn't bother answering the question, "Take. It. Back." The bitten off words sounded near animalistic in their pronunciation.

Leaning back away from Suguha, Yukiko spoke up to the room, "Hey, will someone get this animal away from me."

Unlike Suguha, no one else here had a family member directly affected by the DOO incident. It wasn't surprising really, in a country of 130 million, ten thousand was a drop in a bucket. There was no way every single person knew someone trapped.

Scanning the room, Suguha keenly felt her isolation. Of course, everyone sided with Yukiko. Compared to her, Suguha is simply a shinai swinging jock.

"Oh right, didn't your pathetic brother get trapped in there as well?"

The words sent Suguha reeling back. She knew. This whole incident was intentionally set-up.

Feeling lost after the incident, Suguha had confided in a girl she thought was her friend. What happened to her brother, why she did kendo in the first place. It had felt amazing to get everything off her chest. But she'd gone and told Yukiko, it wouldn't be long until the entire school knew everything.

"Is it true? That he's so pathetic you had to save him from getting beaten by your grandfather?"

The words continued but Suguha heard no more. With a loud drumming in her ears, her vision went red.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

The high-pitched scream brought Suguha back to the present. Looking around her, she was kneeling on the floor fist raised above Yukiko's body. There was bright red blood dripping from her raised fist.

Taking a horrified look at the fallen girl, Suguha stumbled to her feet. Ignoring the terrified visages of her classmates, Suguha stumbled for the door. Crashing into the bathroom, Suguha barely made it to the bowl before tears and vomit came rushing out in streams.

What did I just do to the girl?

Screaming at herself internally, Suguha examined the culprit of the act, her bloody fist. With a relieved sigh Suguha noticed that most of the blood seemed to be her own. The broken skin let loose a constantly refreshing stream.

"Ms. Kirigaya?"

Stomach sinking, Suguha recognized the voice. The Vice Principal. "Here."

Suguha's voice was weak and reedy, she hardly recognized it as her own.

"Would you please step outside?"