Prologue

Akira sighed tiredly, holding up a board while half-heartedly listening Toranosuke Yoshida giving his passionate speech. But to no avail, the crowd strode forward, ignoring the two men on the corner.

Tokyo never seemed to change since he came. Be it Winter time or Summer time, its people were always busy, always in their own minds.

As the older man gave his speech, Akira was lost in his own world, mulling over the events that have happened until now.

He didn't know what went wrong. They had thought about every possible outcome, were successful by deceiving Akechi, stole the treasure of Shido and escaped just in time before his Palace exploded. Each of their targets had a change of heart afterward.

Imagine their shock and panic when nothing like that happened.

The change of heart did not occur.

What had their done differently? Absolutely nothing.

What had gone wrong? What made Shido any different?

"The next generation will lead us into the future and yet they have no plan for how to arrive there!"

They had failed as Phantom Thieves. He had failed them as their leader. And now, as the Prime Minister, Masayoshi Shido was practically leading the country to hell.

And the cherry on top of the cake was, the majority of the grown up see absolutely nothing wrong with anything.

The Psychotic Breakdowns were still a telltale on everybody's tongue. It wasn't like people had turned violent and mad all of sudden.

No, it wasn't like that at all. Turn a blind eye to reality, sure, why not?

The World they were living in was toxic and dangerous, ruled by corrupted and twisted minds. It resembled a prison full of slavery, oppression and injustice and Shido was their high lord.

"Enough of your arrogance, 'No-Good-Tora'" was heard and Akira's body stiffened at the remark. Brows bumped together in a scowl, he glared at the rude interrupter.

Would people call it an accident if he 'accidentally' were to throw the board at his head?

The first splatter of rain dropped on his skin, pulling him out of his musings. Up to now, the sky had been post-card perfect. Without his notice, large pillows of clouds had formed, blotting out the old-gold of the sun.

People ran, seeking shelter under the shops. Akira just stood there, not minding the rain, gazing at the darkened sky. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of earth around him. The sound of his name got lost in the soft noise of moisture hitting the ground.

One second he was under the sky getting soaked, the other second he was under an umbrella. Fishnet gloved fingers were wrapped around the stick, holding the umbrella. Grey eyes raced up and down, taking in her figure. His gaze was caught by the skeleton-shaped necklace, resting on her chest.

When a stranger neared you, you would think that they were going to ask you something or talk to you.

She did neither.

Reddish-Brown eyes stared forward, taking in the beauty of Shibuya. When she continued to ignore him, Akira brought his gaze forward. The more time passed, the more the rain intensified. He would catch a cold if he stayed out in the cold for too long. Just as he was about to open his mouth, she beat him to it.

"Do you honestly think there is hope left in this world?"

That was a rather unexpected topic to talk about, and not to say, awkward. So, unsure of what to say, he simply nodded.

Her eyes finally –finally!- made contract with his, as if to determine if he was telling the truth. Eyes are the mirror of the heart, after all.

Scarlet painted lips turned slightly up. He had no idea why she suddenly smirked at him, and the mischievous glint deep within her red eyes made him stood straighter.

She coughed, trying to cover up a laugher, but failing miserably. The sound was nice. He liked it.

Once it died down, she went back to stare in front of her, but the smile never left her lips as she said, "Sorry. I bet you were surprised. I saw you earlier next to Toranosuke-san. I wanted to talk with him, but he left so abruptly." sighing in disappointment, she ran a hand through her short raven hair before addressing him, "Sorry to bother you. Have a nice evening."

She backed away, and with one last wave at his direction, she turned around, leaving him drenched in the middle of the rain.

He distantly heard Morgana making a fuss in his bag, but his brain seemed not to progress the words. At least his eyes were still working; looking at the girl who walked further and further away from him.

"Do you believe in the Phantom Thieves?"

"support went to shit lmao"

"lol, ppl still like them?"

"wat do they want, anyway?"

"world-famous fail lool"

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