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When she didn't answer him, Ryuma reached up to her face, ready for Snow to strike at him. But... Snow didn't move, she didn't do anything. A new racing fear rang through him as he touched her cheek and then checked her pulse, while it was still beating, her eyes were completely out of focus. He quickly wiped up the blood dripping down her chin with his hand, hastily wiping his hand on his jeans as he finally took in the blood in her hair and on her clothes. He took a lock of her hair into his hand and felt nausea grab at his stomach at its sticky texture.

[color=lightgray]"Hit me! Fuck... Do [i]something,"[/i][/color] He wanted to shake her, he wanted to scream, but none of that was going to help. The Parkour glanced back at the bed, only to find new students coming in to surround it, cutting off his field of vision. A sense of relief filled him at not seeing such a gruesome sight again.

Not quickly enough for his taste, someone called out for him to take Snow outside. He looked up to see Shirou, someone he had almost forgotten after the other boy had disappeared for days. Giving Shirou a nod, Ryuma turned back to Snow and lifted her up from under her armpits. When she was up straight, the Parkour tried to set her on her feet, only to catch her limp form. Worried he was going to hurt her further, the boy reached under her knees and cradled her head, starting for the door. 

Taking one more glance at the people next to him, he quickly passed through the door, not really sure where he was going...
[hr]A sense of nothingness spread all the way through to Hibiki's fingertips as his consciousness shifted in and out of the void. The unsteady connection was partly due to the girl lying beside him, but also based on his own anxieties. As far as he stretched his brain, Hibiki couldn't quite pinpoint the motive. Although tension would rise, what would drive someone to-

The scream rang out, drowning out the thoughts reverberating through his head only to replace them. An almost childish thought echoed through him, [i]Was it safe outside? Would the murderer strike again?[/i] But the Tutor's anxieties were quickly quelled by his left hemisphere. The scenario served as a reminder of a game he had played often as a child called 'Mafia.' When a scream rang out, a town meeting would commence. One could not suggest a children's game on par with murder, but it could very well curb one's nerves for a spell.

He opened his eyes, hoping to quickly adjust to the light coming from the window to the right of him. He glanced to his left to study Chikako, wondering of her reaction as the girl's mannerisms were separated far from his own. Why hadn't she sprung up when she heard the scream? She was quick to move at the drop of a hat. Then again, she didn't seem like the type to take tragedy well. The Tutor had only a moment to ponder before hearing Monokuma's second announcement that day.

Chikako left the room soon after the cuff unlocked the binding between both of them, not even sparing him a glance. Which was all the same really, nevertheless, he felt the need to dwell in bed for a few seconds longer. As he set to massaging the place the cuff resided, nausea and a small headache set in. The number of people convening and in panic would be paramount to their first discussion and even being in their presence would be draining.

Finally, the Tutor got up and opened the door, taking a second to get used to the sun glaring into his retinas, he would have to stop complaining about it eventually anyway. He scanned the area around him, but couldn't see much as he was rather far from the commotion, having spent the night in Chikako's cabin. As he took a step outside, Hibiki started walking over, training his ear to where the scream had come from and the voices thereafter.

It was only when getting closer that he spotted one of the students holding someone in his arms. As both had white-hair, it was much easier to discern who they both were even without Hibiki's glasses (which he seemed to have forgotten) but he could tell one had a much redder appearance. A victim...? Maybe Miss Snow Icyln had gotten caught in the crossfire?

The other boy finally noticed him, looking rather unwell himself,[color=turquoise] "...Is she alright?"[/color] Hibiki couldn't help but comment, given neither of them looked okay in the least. 

[color=lightgray]"Fuck it, of course not-"[/color] Ryuma quickly cut himself off, worried the loud voice would hurt the girl in his arms somehow, [color=lightgray]"...I keep calling out to her, but she won't even acknowledge me."[/color]

Without asking permission, Hibiki stepped closer, almost too close for comfort in any other circumstance,[color=turquoise] "She seems unlikely to respond for a while, the shock must have gotten to her..."[/color] He touched the back of his hand to her forehead and waved his hand in front of her face. [color=turquoise]"I'd say not to move her but... that seems a moot point now."[/color]

[color=lightgray]"So what the fuck am I supposed to do? Get her a blanket? Whisper sweet nothings to her?"[/color] His worried whispers heightened in pitch as his eyes seemed to unfocus for a second.

[color=turquoise]"Get her somewhere quiet. I'd check for any wounds as-"[/color]

A curse spouted from Ryuma's mouth along with mutterings about Snow's health. Without a word of goodbye, Ryuma sped off, ignoring Hibiki's previous warning to not move her much. Hibiki sighed before heading over to the door to Snow's cabin, watching as many of the other students were gathered around the bed. It only took a moment for Hibiki to surmise the victim had probably been Snow's chained companion, Naomi Fukuda. Grabbing for his monopad, he thought to check out her profile before the Tutor realized the poor mistake on his part as he had forgotten it inside the cabin.

He took a step forward, finally able to view her over the head of his former companion. A wave of familiar nausea came over him, which he did his best to quell down. It wasn't often one could fill all of their senses with something so dreadful and he wished he could write down his first observations as he wished for the investigation to be over even before it had officially begun.

At least she hadn't been manhandled with brute strength. Hibiki flinched for a second before a much more tension-filled version of his usual expressionless face slipped over again. A murder weapon would be somewhere on these premises and it was only the question of when it would be found.
[hr]Once he realized that Snow could have been wounded herself, Ryuma cursed at himself. Hibiki had been right, he had been doing everything wrong. What kind of motherfucking idiot wouldn't check for them, seeing as she was covered in blood?! After finishing his talk with Hibiki, Ryuma hurried off to the showers, hoping to wash off at least her hair and check her for any injuries. He didn't remember any other wounds on Naomi besides her throat... but he could have easily been distracted by it.

The parkour set her down in one of the stalls and went to find a towel before hurrying back, sighing as he looked back at her. Turning on the water, the boy dampened one of the towels he had grabbed and started wiping the blood off her face properly, being careful not to get anything near her eyes. 

After the water started to fog up the mirror, he closed the door and leaned a hand against it. He had to get her out of her top at least... Ryuma quickly unbuttoned her dress and started wiping down her throat and collarbone, a blush appearing on his face. It only took another quick look up at her face for all the thoughts to disappear as he stared into her unfocused eyes.

Slipping her closer to the shower itself, Ryuma grabbed at the showerhead and started washing out her hair, red-tinted water slipping down into the drain. Hoping she wouldn't throttle him later, he washed it out with the basic soap supplied in the stall, making her hair semi-resemble its original color. Once that was done, he finally pulled off her dress, quickly wrapping her in a towel. The boy checked her arms and legs, but nothing was bleeding at least. Then he turned around and tried to get the stains out of her dress the best he could.

Once Ryuma was done he hung it on the towel rack and glanced back, before setting a towel out to cover her legs and cover her shoulders, that way you couldn't see the even the straps of her bra. A blanket would have probably been better, but the Parkour at least didn't want to take Snow out of the showers looking like she was and he didn't want to leave her alone either.

The boy did his best to clean off any remnants of blood in the drain and squatted in front of her, hoping for a response. [color=lightgray]"Come on Miss too-fancy-for-camp, speak."[/color] He gripped his knees before rubbing the back of his neck, not noticing the blood he got in his hair, [color=lightgray]"Insult me. Dammit Snow!"[/color]