The morning offered Makoto nothing new by way of memories. All he had was emptiness in his mind and a weight in his stomach. Rika gave him breakfast, and how he managed to get the food to his room was another mystery.

"Rika."

The boy looked at Makoto expectantly. "Yeah?"

"What sort of vigilante was I?"

"A...cool one."

"Not helpful. I need more to go on. What were my ideals?"

Rika hesitated. "Well...basically, whatever you liked to do. Nothing like the ones in movies, that's for sure."

Makoto snorted. "What sort of person was I, then? That sounds very vague."

Rika shrugged. "A...cool person. But honestly, you had your own set of morals."

Makoto tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. "Interesting." He stood abruptly, smiling slightly. "So. Where do I live, and how should I behave?"

Once again, Makoto should've known Rika wouldn't let him go by himself – but why did he send his sister? Yuri seemed to dislike him, and Makoto disliked her in turn. He didn't like this tension, either, but any attempt to break the ice failed spectacularly.

Makoto was just grateful he was wearing the suit and not the clothes from last night.

"Here." Yuri stopped in front of an apartment block, gazing up. "You live in there."

Makoto stopped next to her, squinting at the building. "More information would be helpful."

Yuri flapped her hands vaguely, then sighed. "Fine. I'll lead you to it."

She walked into the building, seemingly uncaring if Makoto followed her or not. He did, hating how awkward the lift ride was.

"Makoto-san," a girl's voice said, and Makoto resisted the urge to slap at the source.

"Yes?" He looked at the new person, wracking his brain in case he found a stray memory. (He didn't.)

Yuri beamed at her. "Shinzaki-chan," she said, glancing pointedly at Makoto.

"Shinzaki-san," Makoto said, studying her.

Shinzaki's face fell. "Makoto-san..." she hesitated. "Did I do something to upset you?"

Painfully aware of the term demon class, he glanced at Yuri, on the verge of panicking.

"Makoto's preparing for a new role," Yuri covered smoothly. "He's playing the part of a hitman."

Shinzaki perked up instantly. "That sounds interesting! What's the plot?"

"A gentleman hitman gets amnesia and has to rediscover his life, while navigating through the criminal underworld."

Sounds like a shit play, Makoto was about to say, before he realised that this was supposed to be his role. Playing along, Makoto scraped his features clear and said, "Indeed, Shinzaki-san, Honjo-san. Now, if you'll excuse me, I would like to change my clothes." Apparently his tone was convincing enough for Shinzaki to squeal and clap her hands.

Yuri sighed. "Yeah. Well, there's your apartment." She pointed it out to him, glaring as Makoto unlocked the door and invited them in.

Shinzaki accepted, and Yuri followed after Shinzaki.

His apartment was surprisingly bare. He changed clothes and then served them tea, struggling to find where everything was in the kitchen. But he managed to do so as Shinzaki chattered on to Yuri about their so-called project. Makoto eavesdropped so he would know even just a little bit.

"The play centers around a masked man fighting his brainwashing in order to help the girl he loves," Shinzaki was telling Yuri solemnly.

Makoto set down the tea and, pouring for all of them, asked, "How's your day been so far?"

Shinzaki smiled at Makoto. "It's been great!" She took a sip from her cup. While she seemed to enjoy it, Yuri sniffed at it suspiciously and eyed Makoto.

Shinzaki kept the conversation alive, until after about twenty minutes her phone buzzed. "Sorry, I have to go," she said, standing and staring at her phone. "My parents want to see me."

"It's fine," Makoto said, leading her to the front door. Yuri was drilling holes into the back of his head as he said, "I'll see you later."

Shinzaki waved goodbye before leaving.

Sighing, Makoto turned and asked, "What is your problem with me?"

Yuri sneered a bit. "You know what."

Makoto glared. "No, I don't. And why didn't you let me back here last night?"

"Because if someone catches you here, you're screwed," Yuri pointed out, her tone saying I told you so. Admittedly, if he had been by himself, he wouldn't have known how to deal with Shinzaki.

"And I don't like you because you toy with girls."

Toy with girls? His life seemed to be getting stranger and stranger. "No, I don't," Makoto defended, more out of obligation to himself than anything else.

Yuri snorted. "And what would you know? You don't remember anything."

Makoto spread his hands. "Explain, then. What exactly did I do?"

"You seduce girls," Yuri said bluntly. "You date them for a little while, then drop them after a week. Usually publicly."

Makoto felt as though he had been slapped. "I can't be. That's...so uncool."

Yuri glared at him some more, making it clear she did not like him. "I'm leaving."

Makoto was left with his jaw loose and the sense that he had lost something. As she turned to leave, Makoto lunged forwards with surprising agility, catching her arm. "Wait, are you serious? That's...gross." He forced his disgust into his words, but Yuri's eyes became even more steely. She yanked her arm out of his grasp and hissed, "I don't want to talk to you."

Makoto was left alone with invasive thoughts and a twisted gut.

After showering briefly and changing into more comfortable clothes, both of which were a mission (thank goodness he was tidy), he called Rika.

"Was your sister telling the truth?" He forced himself to sound calm and a little puzzled.

"...About what?" Rika sounded cautious.

"She told me before she left that I toyed with girls and dumped them publicly." Makoto waited for a response.

Rika sighed down the line. "Well, you were going to find out sooner or later."

"About what?" Makoto now sounded flat.

"She was fudging the truth. You don't really toy with them, and you don't dump them publicly. "

"Spit it out," Makoto said, irritated.

"You used to date Yuri," Rika told him. "You had a fight in public, and it was pretty much a public humiliation."

Makoto felt the air in his lungs rush out. "Fuck," he managed to say, surprised at the swear. "You're joking."

"I'm not." Rika sounded firm.

"Okay then." Makoto hung up, dropping the phone and sliding to the ground. He didn't know why it was such a shock, just that – it was so tremendously uncool, he had to collect himself for a bit.