Twisting The Twisted

Oreki Kagenou. An enigma even before this latest encounter. Previously, I knew him only through the bluster of his father, the elder Kagenou's incessant pronouncements about his son's supposed brilliance. "Oreki will surpass them all," he'd rant, his voice thick with misplaced pride. "The end of Ayanokouji" – he'd even butchered the name, a fitting metaphor for his understanding, perhaps.

The Kagenou-Ayanokouji rivalry. A tiresome dance that stretched back generations. Animosity fueled by competition, a constant struggle for dominance in the industry. Then came the White Room. Initially dismissed as a foolhardy gamble, a project with exorbitant costs and uncertain returns. But then, the first prodigy emerged – Kiyotaka, followed swiftly by Yagami. Luck, some scoffed. But the results spoke for themselves. The White Room was a factory, churning out exceptional individuals with an efficiency that was both terrifying and undeniable.

Yet, none of them, not even the formidable Yagami or the enigmatic Ichika, ever quite matched him. Kiyotaka Ayanokouji. The son of a monster, and a monster in his own right. The sheer force of will, the untamed potential simmering beneath that emotionless facade – it was undeniable. His abilities, a testament to the White Room's success, but also a chilling reminder of the power wielded by his father.

I, like many others, never doubted him. His pedigree, his raw talent – it all pointed to inevitable dominance. But then came Oreki. In our brief interactions, he's displayed a cunning that borders on preternatural. Every action, seemingly random, ultimately serves a purpose. He's like a perfected Kiyotaka.

Emotions? Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, the emotionless prodigy – that's the prevailing narrative, isn't it? And yet, therein lies his weakness. The White Room may have honed his intellect and skills to a terrifying edge, but it failed to equip him with the essential tools for navigating the complexities of the human experience. Social integration? A foreign concept to him.

Oreki Kagenou, on the other hand, presents a fascinating paradox. The brilliance, the strategic mind – undeniable echoes of Ayanokouji. But unlike his counterpart, Oreki possesses a vital element missing in the White Room's formula – emotions. He experiences the world in all its messy glory, capable of both calculated apathy and bursts of surprising intensity.

And this, I believe, is what elevates him beyond mere emulation. He possesses the raw power of Ayanokouji, tempered by the social adeptness he so desperately lacks. A perfection indeed, but not in the sterile, emotionless way the White Room strives for. Oreki is a far more nuanced, and ultimately, a far more dangerous entity.

Initially, I dismissed the elder Kagenou's claims about his son. A desperate attempt to buy time, I thought, a way to maintain face in the face of Ayanokouji's brilliance. But no. This was the truth. Oreki Kagenou's past is shrouded in mystery. His existence before the age of fourteen – a blank slate. And when he was present after the age of fourteen he was only seen in social gatherings where he honed his calculated appearances at high-society functions, yet never truly integrating himself into those circles.

His requests are... unorthodox, to say the least. Demoting himself for seemingly no reason, classified information – even resorting to veiled threats to obtain it, like the recordings of Ayanokouji. He may not realize it, but I fear not his father's bluster. Instead, I see an opportunity. To cultivate a valuable ally, someone who has the potential to be an exceptional player in the game we all participate in.

And then, just the other day, he came to me with something even more... audacious. Something that has me re-evaluating everything I thought I knew about him.

-One day before the Island exam in the cruse ship-

Ring Ring

The insistent ring of my phone shattered the focused silence of my office. Glancing at the screen, I recognized the caller ID – Oreki. A flicker of annoyance crossed my features. Meetings loomed, and I had little patience for his trademark brand of... unorthodoxy.

"Hello, Tsukishiro sensei," his voice came through, laced with its usual hint of amusement.

"Oreki," I acknowledged curtly. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this... unexpected call? Surely you understand that I'm not in the habit of doling out advantages on a whim."

A barely audible sigh travelled through the line. "That's a shame," he replied, a hint of disappointment in his tone. "I was hoping to make a... request regarding the upcoming exam."

Here we go, I thought with a sigh. "Request," I emphasized the word, "being a generous term."

"Indeed," he chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "I simply wished to inquire about aligning my destinations and tasks with another student."

"Another student?" My voice rose in disbelief. "Absurd, Oreki. Are you suggesting to be with that girl, Tsubasa Nanase, didn't I tell in the rules that physical int-"

"Not at all, Tsukishiro sensei," he interrupted smoothly, his voice dripping with mock innocence. 

A bead of sweat prickled on my forehead. Where was he going with this?

"Then who, pray tell," I pressed, barely containing my irritation, "were you envisioning as your... partner in crime?"

"Oh, no one extraordinary," he drawled. "Just Kiyotaka Ayanokouji."

The name hung heavy in the air. Ayanokouji. At first I was thinking to say "F#@$ no" but then a sudden idea came into my mind. The very target of this little... exercise. A slow smile spread across my face. This was an unexpected development, but a fortuitous one nonetheless. Placing Oreki, someone of undeniable talent, in close proximity to Ayanokouji could significantly disrupt the latter's performance.

"Very well, Oreki," I conceded, the words leaving my lips with a hint of satisfaction. "Consider it done." The potential for chaos danced in my mind, a thrilling prospect. This exam just got infinitely more interesting. "And remember, Oreki," I added, a touch of warning in my voice, "don't disappoint me."

-End of recap-

Like this I made sure to slowly deteriorate Ayanokouji slowly, also considering he has a trial card, I am pretty sure he wouldn't be able to get top 30% with such a person close to him. 

"Sir, the visitors have arrived" said a person trying to wake me up from the day dream

"Ok, tell them I will be there within a minute"

I set a timer for 1 minute and start preparing.

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