A/N: Hey Guys! I hope your ready for another useless A/N. So who is your best girl? I would say mine but… I feel like it's obvious enough. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter xD.


Chapter 3: Sunshine Story Part 3

Chika's family consisted of her, Shima, and Mito. For as long as Chika knew, that was her family. Her mother died when she was a baby and her father always resided in her family ryokan's kitchen. Mito cooked Chika her meals. Shima shared her things with Chika. During parent-teacher conferences, either Shima or Mito came. Whenever Chika did something bad, Shima or Mito would scold her. Sometimes both of them did at the same time. Chika considered their combined forces hell in physical form, but she appreciated their presence. Her father never came out of the kitchen once.

Perhaps at one point her father's absence had bothered her. Perhaps it had never bothered her in the first place. After all, Chika considered it normal. Her father being in the kitchen every minute of her life was a normal thing that her father did for reasons unknown to her; and for reasons she didn't pursue. It was fine if her father was in the kitchen all the time. She had Mito and Shima after all. Her mother meant nothing to her. Chika couldn't help if she was dead.

However; while the absence of her parents didn't bother Chika, the same couldn't be said for her sisters. Chika had heard that at one point, her family was whole. Her father didn't lock himself in kitchen, her mother was still alive, Shima and Mito didn't have much responsibility; her family was normal. No one said it to her directly but when Chika was born, it was like everything broke at the seams. Though Shima did tell her that her father started locking himself in the kitchen a year before she was born.

Perhaps at one point, Chika wondered if she wouldn't have been as apathetic as she was if her family wasn't broken up. That her father may have inspired a potential career for her, that her mother could've taught her how to be more like a "normal" person, that her sisters could do what they actually wanted to do. In the end, Chika had no idea what that kind of life would've been like and accepted that the current situation was just as it was.


Chika had no idea what she was looking at. It looked like it was a crudely made letter but she wasn't entirely sure. It was a torn page of notebook paper with rips in random places. It looked as if it had been through five tornadoes. Aside from the piece of tornado debris in her hands, the handwriting was neat and clean. Did the president really struggle with tearing the paper out that much? Next to the letter were six club application forms.

"That girl was pretty strange." You said while eating a tangerine slice. Lunch had come and again, You came to sit by Chika. Did she not have other friends? Chika had not seen You hang out with other people since she met her. "She was pretty loud. Broke the door too. The teacher looked like she wanted to say something but didn't. Probably out of fear or something."

Chika looked at the entrance of her classroom. The sliding door had been ripped from the head rails and was placed on the wall next to it. She sighed at the sight. She still couldn't believe that such a pristine-looking girl did that just by opening and closing it. Chika's ears still rang from the loud voice the girl had spoke in. Chika couldn't describe the amount of surprise and fear she had when the girl approached her with the abomination of material that Chika, at the time, assumed was a murder weapon in disguise.

"I thought the president sent somebody to kill us." Chika watched as You finished her fifth tangerine. You was a monster. How could one like tangerines so much? Chika internally voiced her surprise as You pulled out a sixth tangerine. "Well I guess they didn't kill us but…" You shrugged before pointing at the letter. "Anyway, what does it say? The letter. It was from the president."

Chika looked down at the letter. Chika had yet to read the letter. There was an uncertainty that hung over Chika that stopped her from reading it. It had an air of malice around it. Despite that, Chika held up the letter and read it aloud. "Good day ladies."

Chika paused before she reread the first three words. The air of malice disappeared as the words sliced it in half. "I would personally go up to the two of you and say this; however, I will not, in fear that you will call the authorities and have me arrested." Was Chika under the influence of an ultra rare brain disorder that she just discovered? There was no way she actually read what she just read. Why would the president, who casually stabbed them with an arrow, be worried that her victims would call the police on her a day later while having no evidence of it happening? Did she not know about the healing effect of the arrow?

"Chika?" Chika looked at You who was resting her head on a hand. You looked unphased from the absurd contents of the letter. "Are you going to keep reading or…?"

"Right… right. Um, by now, I'm sure the two of you have discovered your "abilities." Pretty cool right? There are probably questions you both want to ask; not including the previous one. Technically I asked that. I don't know all of them but if I were to speculate some of them; they would be "What are these abilities," "Why did I do what I did," and "Am I an enemy?" I will answer the third question first. I'm interested; therefore, I will not oppose you. I am not an ally though."

"The president sure likes her formality. Though I guess she is the student council president for a reason." Formality? That was formality? The language sounded formal and the handwriting was neat but the contents were far from formal. Who writes down their entire thought process including when they second-guess themselves? Chika let out another internal groan when You took out a seventh tangerine from her school bag.

"Mhm." Why did Chika agree? There was no way Chika was going to accept the letter as "formal." Wait, why was Chika thinking about a formality? The president just revealed she was an "ally." Chika had a twinge of doubt. If the president was an ally, why would she stab them with the arrow? Chika kept the question in the back of her head; remembering that the president had listed the arrow stabbing as a question she was going to answer. Chika kept reading.

"I will answer the first question now. Those abilities you have are called "stands." Chika glanced up at You expecting interruption. You looked at her hands with lazy eyes. It was then Chika noticed there was something off about You. You seemed tired. Perhaps the events from the day before really bothered You?

You returned her focus to Chika and noticed Chika was staring at her. "Hmmm… So I guess the president does know about the supernatural elements of the arrow and stuff huh? I wonder where she got the name though. Maybe she made it up on the spot?" You flashed a quick smile that faded as fast as it came.

"Are you okay?" Chika asked.

"Yeah." You lifted her head off of her hand as she put on a small smile. "I am a bit tired though. I ran up my usual mountain course four times this morning. First time in a while I improved my record before having to go to school."

Chika nodded her head. It seemed like You was fine. Perhaps she woke up earlier than usual? It was a random explanation to an unimportant occurrence but Chika found herself "questioning" it a bit. You rubbed one of her eyes. Chika looked back down at the letter in hopes of avoiding the thoughts of what it would've been like having tangerine juice seep into your eyes. When Chika could feel the thoughts encroaching upon her, she decided to continue reading.

"They can take the form of anything and have the abilities to do anything. Usually their potential are endless but there are universal characteristics that all stands share. To be brief about them, imagine that stands are silent ghosts that haunt you relentlessly. Nothing can touch them, but they can touch everything. They are invisible to everyone except for those that have a stand themselves. Because they haunt you, you could say that they are bound to you meaning anything that happens to you, happens to them, and vice versa."

"Can you skip ahead Chika? These are things that we kind of already figured out."

"That was it. I already read the entire section."

"Oh."

Chika looked down to continue reading and as she did, You returned her focus back to her hands. Chika noticed and looked back up at You. What was going on? You seemed more uninterested than usual. It was weird considering how important the letter was, despite it's goofiness. You did seem like the person who was interested in anything, no matter how stupid. Was she that tired?

You lightly blew on her hands and crinkled her brows. Perhaps You was inattentive towards the letter because something else was taking her attention? You did seem very interested in her hands. Chika looked at You's hands as You blew on them more. Was there something on them?

Chika squinted her eyes. As Chika did, she noticed it. There seemed to be a light mist around them. Chika could barely make it out; she wasn't even sure if the mist was real. As You blew on her hands, the mist moved away but then slowly returned. As far as Chika knew, mist did not do that. You glanced up at Chika who was questioning the nature of mist in her mind. Chika noticed and looked back down at the letter and continued reading.

"Now on to why I did what I did with the arrow. It's getting late on my end so I'll try and speed through this. Let's say that the Love Live tournament has gotten more competitive since μ's won it five years ago. Having stands is necessary if you want to be school idols."

Chika noticed You perk up slightly. "What do you think she means by 'more competitive?"

"No clue." Chika responded. "But it's kind of strange if special powers are necessary to combat the competition."

Why were special powers that defied the laws of physics needed in order to become a school idol? As far as Chika knew, being a school idol didn't mean being a real life superhero.

"Maybe the competition started to involve something like… murder?" You had a smile plastered on her face. Chika didn't understand the joke.

"Maybe... " Chika trailed off. Murder could have been a possibility. It seemed ridiculous but so was the whole premise of special powers. The powers also seemed to have some sort of "combat" element added to them as well. The president most likely had a stand. From what Chika observed, its ability didn't seem combat oriented but it did "strengthen" the president. Chika gently touched the area around her liver.

Chika's own ability also had a sort of "combat" to it. If the creature, or stand, grew the more negativity it absorbed; it would be fair to assume it would gain additional physical power. If Chika thought about it, the daze effect of the ability also had a combat related purpose as it did leave the target vulnerable. Chika had no clue what You's ability was, if she even received one, but it was probably combat-related to some extent.

However, school idols weren't about violence. It would make no sense for murder to occur between school idols. They were about bringing positivity, not death. School idols may sometimes compete, but it should not result in the possibility of murder. Even famous sports such as basketball and football don't result in death, most of the time.

"Hey Chika; random question, but how famous is Love Live?"

"Mmmm, I don't know. It's famous enough to where the stage for the finals of the competition is at Tokyo dome. I've also heard some of the winners from the past few years became professional singers, idols, or performers too."

"So if we want to win, we gotta really try huh?"

"Mhm."

Chika didn't know what to think of the maniacal smile painted onto You's face as she finished her eighth tangerine with a ferocious jerk of her head. All of a sudden, You seemed motivated. Perhaps she was a competitive person? It would help explain her extreme athleticism and perseverance in running up a mountain in the mornings. Maybe she was on the track team?

"Alright let's finish up the letter. Lunch is about to end." You took out two more tangerines as Chika went to finish reading the letter.

"I hope this doesn't dissuade you from becoming school idols. It would be a brob- uh brob… ding… na… gan? Gian? disappointment if you stopped after showing so much determination. Note: brobdingna- whatever means gigantic. I learned it online a couple hours ago and I was dying to use it."

Chika should've been used to the goofiness of the letter, but she wasn't. Who puts notes about what a word meant? Sure, Chika didn't know the word meant before it but this was ruining the intimidating image the president had. Wasn't that a good thing though? Chika sighed as she couldn't come up with a good enough argument against the question. Before Chika finished the letter, she glanced down at You who was focused on her hands again.

"Chika?" You suddenly spoke up as she tensed and untensed her hands. "Your power- err, stand; it can give positive emotions right?"

"Maybe. Actually, I think it absorbs negative emotions. Yesterday when it touched you, there were these golden strings that seemed to have been sucking something out of you."

"Oh." You glanced downwards. Chika recognized the type of the look You had. Chika had seen it before. It was a look of disappointment. Maybe there was even a hint of envy? "I've been thinking. You said that the arrow created these stands right? It took something from inside us and made these stands right? I don't think the arrow took anything "tangible." I don't feel any organ, limb, skin, or any body part missing."

Chika picked up on You's wording. You had said "I." Did she have a stand? "When I got stabbed in the neck, I died." Chika had almost let You's words run over her head. Did she just say she "died?"

"Well for a short while. I know I'm alive right now since… Anyway, I died. I know I did. My body felt cold, numb, and almost light. I feel like at one point, I even saw my own body from above. When I saw my body, I felt like I "accepted" it. Since I don't ca-" You bit on her own tongue and smiled awkwardly when Chika jumped forward with concern.

"I felt like I "accepted" it until I saw you on the ground with the president looming over you. I feel like, that was when I started to panic. That was when I "didn't accept" it. I don't know why. I've only known you for a day and, yet, I had a sudden desire to help you. When I felt the desire, I felt myself almost "teleport" back into my body. Suddenly, I wasn't dead anymore. And I felt this sense of "power" and "determination."

You clenched her hands into fists. "I felt like something inside of me manifested into something with form. Chika, I think stands are a physical representation of one's willpower."

Chika nodded as You looked at her expectantly. It wasn't news to Chika. She had already figured it out the day before. "And one's psyche." Now that was something Chika hadn't figured out the day before.

"Psyche?" Chika cocked her head to the side. Chika understood willpower since Chika did summon her stand when she felt "strong" multiple times, but psyche? There was nothing that suggested that they had to do with the psyche.

"Like the type of person you are. How you think, feel, etc." You explained. Chika opened her mouth to speak, but You interrupted her. "Bring out your stand."

"Eh?"

"I don't think people are going to be able to see it." Chika had no problem with bringing out her stand. She already knew people couldn't see her stand from when her sisters couldn't, but how could You know that? Did You have a stand? When did You awaken it? What did it look like? What was its ability? In the back of Chika's mind, she was also asking how her bringing out her stand was going to prove the psyche theory. You stared at her with expectation. Chika's stand phased out of her and floated above the desk.

You stared at it for a moment. "It seems a bit smaller."

"It actually reverted back to its original size when I woke up this morning. I did absorb the negativity of my sisters though."

"Oh." You closed her eyes for a moment before she tentatively reached out for Chika's stand. Chika expected You's hand to pass through it, and let out a small "eh" when it didn't. Last time, You's hand went through it; so how come it didn't this time? Was she like the president? As far as Chika knew, the president was the only one who could touch her stand barehanded.

"You really are a kind person, Chika." Chika had no clue what You was rambling about now. "If I'm going to be honest, I feel disappointed."

You withdrew her hand as Chika let her stand phase back into her. "I thought, maybe…" You trailed off. "Chika what do you think of me? A bit random and personal so I understand if you don't wanna answer but…"

"I-I think you're a bit weird. I don't know how anyone can eat so many tangerines, or run up a mountain four times, or be so accepting. I also don't know why that person is hanging out with me. I kind of place you on a pedestal, and I'm a bit grateful. Oh, and I think you're kind… too..."

You was glancing downward with a poker face and looked back up at Chika when she finished talking. You put on a small smile. "I say stands are a reflection of the psyche with your stand as evidence. I think your stand represents your kindness."

"I don't know why you keep going on about "my kindness." I'm not ki-" Chika felt herself snap a bit before she was cut off.

"You should take me off that pedestal though." You said in a sharp voice. "I'm not the type of person you think I am."

"Eh? Why? Okay wait-" As Chika started to speak, You shook her head violently. "Um…"

You stopped with as she clapped her hands onto her face. Chika could barely hear it, but she heard You whisper to herself "Stop making this a big deal." Chika didn't know if it was directed at her or at You. "Maybe you should absorb my negativity again Chika? I'm going through a huge mood right now." You put on a huge smile.

Chika didn't know if You was serious. Chika activated her stand which caused You to jerk back. "Wait, I wasn't serious!"

"Oh." Chika deactivated her stand and pressed her lips together in awkward embarrassment.

"Oh yeah. Have you named your stand?"

"Not yet."

You walked up to the ceiling while tapping her chin. A smile crept up onto her face. "Maybe you should name it "De Orange Black?"

"I don't get it."

"Your stand is black and it has a tangerine design on it. By the way, that tangerine design is quite questionable for someone who "doesn't like tangerines."

"It's not a tangerine design." Chika averted her eyes as You suspiciously eyed Chika. "I refuse to believe it's a tangerine design."

You closed her eyes with a smile still on her face. "Maybe you can name it after "shining?" I mean you do talk about shining a lot."

"Maybe."

You looked up at the clock. "I think you should finish up the letter. Lunch is going to end in three minutes." Chika nodded.

"Anyhow, I won't get in your way; but I will require that you gather four more members for your group before I approve your club. I have given you the forms beforehand. Good luck."

You reached over and grabbed one of the forms. She gave it a quick readover before she folded it in half and stuffed it into her bag. "So I guess we're going to have to go member hunting later huh?"

Chika took the remaining five forms and stuffed them into her bag. Chika sighed at the prospect of having to gain more members. She hoped it could've just been her and You. Duo idols weren't rare in Love Live so it wouldn't have been that much of a problem. Having more members wasn't a bad thing, it was just… yeah, no; it was a bad thing. If there was one thing Chika learned about herself from her interactions with You, it would've been that she was not good with people.

Chika stared at You as she sorted through her pile of tangerine corpses. You had a little grin on her face. It was almost as if the exchange between her and Chika never happened. Speaking about the exchange, what was up with that? Why was You so vague? Why was she so out of character today? For the first time, Chika felt like You was shrouded in mystery.

You noticed Chika staring at her and smiled. "What? Is there something pulchritudinous about me?"

"Pulch- what?"

"Pulchritudinous. It means beauty. We learned it during english class today while you were dozing off." Chika stared at You with an "Are you kidding me?" look. You clenched a hand to her chest and stared at the floor dramatically. "I-I-I thought I looked nice. I spent so long improving my look for you after all."

Chika wanted to leave. "As payment for hurting my feelings…" You reached into her bag and took out an eleventh tangerine. "You have to eat this."

Chika really wanted to leave. "Okay, okay. Fine. You don't have to eat the whole thing, but you have to eat one slice!" With masterful handwork, You peeled the tangerine in the blink of an eye and took out a slice. "Alright! Come, come!"

Chika shook her head in refusal. You bit her lower lip. "B-B-But I love you! I sacrificed so much, all for you! Yet… I guess you don't love me back…"

Damn right. Chika may have appreciated You's friendship but she didn't love You. Chika would rather slit her throat with a blunt tree branch than eat a tangerine. Chika crossed her arms and shook her head again. You dropped the dramatics and sighed. You stuffed the entire tangerine, except the one slice, into her mouth and devoured it in seconds.

"Boring." Chika furrowed her brows slightly as You brought the slice up to her mouth. Did she just say "boring?" You looked somewhat disappointed.

The bell rang, signifying the end of lunch. As it did, Chika made the split second decision to stand up, reach over, grab the tangerine slice from You's hand, and pop into her mouth. Chika speed-chewed it before swallowing. Chika stared down at the floor in an attempt to hide her facial reaction to the tangerine's acerbity.

Chika pressed her lips together as You got up with a smile. "You're weird too." Chika glanced up at You after hearing what she muttered. You put a hand up to her mouth. "Owo! That was quite romantic!~ You do care about me!~"

Chika could feel her body rejecting the tangerine. Chika focused her energy into keeping it inside of her as You teased Chika. Eventually, You left to her seat as the teacher came in. Chika sat herself down as well, and soon class was underway.

Chika rested her head on the palm of her hand. Chika could smell the fruity scent exuding from her fingertips. It wasn't as sour as Chika thought it was going to be.


Chika walked along the coast of the ocean as she made her way home. The sun started to set, which painted the seashore in a vibrant mix of oranges, reds, and purples. For the past three hours, Chika had wandered around town with no clear goal. She could've gone home but she wasn't in the mood. There were times when Chika prefered to walk around aimlessly. There was a strange calmness that came with it.

Chika walked along the coast alone. If You hadn't gone to do other things after school, she and Chika probably would have failed an attempt to recruit members and be walking home together. Chika wondered what You had to do but ultimately assumed she had track practice, or something relating to sports.

The ocean sparkled with bright gleams as the sun sank under it slowly. The clouds were messy with red watercolor. The reddish-brown sand crunched underneath Chika's shoes quietly as she walked on. The alluring view of the sunset captured Chika's attention completely. The ocean sun never failed to every time Chika had the chance to view it. There was something about it that spoke to her. It made her feel calm; like things were going to work out in the end no matter what. There was a strange fuzz that built up inside of her every time. Chika, in her past, never knew it was; however, as the fuzz built up inside of her, she recognized it. There was a desire being built up.

Chika had no idea what the desire was. Her first guess would have been to shine, and while it didn't feel completely wrong, it wasn't completely right either. It was a type of longing to become something- no to do something… err, Chika wasn't exactly sure but it had to do with taking some sort of action.

As the sun set further, it reached the "apex" of its shine. The ocean lit up into flames as the clouds became their own ocean. Chika slowed to a stop as the scenery glowed around her. A light breeze brushed by as the world was painted by a flood of paint. The world behind her blackened before the brilliance in front of her.

"Pretty." Chika thought she had said it out loud.

The breeze pushed against her with tropical warmth. A faint scent of salt, dust, and plant filled her nose. It seemed as if it was pushing her to look away. For a split second, Chika complied. She turned her head to her right, and in the split second, she saw a red-haired girl standing at a small dock. Chika looked back at the ocean sun, thinking nothing of the girl. As Chika did, she saw a small glimpse of the girl taking off her shirt in her peripherals.

Chika snapped her head back toward the girl as she undressed into a swimsuit. No way. It's still April. Is that girl crazy? Was she a victim of bullying who had decided to commit suicide? Perhaps she was a delinquent who had gotten drunk and thought the ocean was a giant pool of happiness? Maybe she was just going to take a photoshoot. By herself. Maybe Chika should go and stop her while she still could. It seemed like a great plan as Chika dropped her bag and sprinted toward the dock.

But was it Chika's right to intercept the girl? Chika smacked herself as she willed her legs to move faster. The red-haired girl inhaled a deep breath before she sprinted toward the end of the dock. Chika's legs were light as they carried her through the shore with a speed Chika never knew she could reach.

Just as the red-haired girl reached the end of the dock, Chika outstretched her arms. Chika wasn't going to reach her. She was still too far by a couple of inches. If only her arms were longer. Just then, two black arms phased out of Chika's arms and wrapped themselves around the girl. The arms didn't stop the girl completely; however, they did delay her movement enough for Chika herself to grab ahold of the girl.

"Wait! You'll die! You're going to die!" Chika screamed as she held back the girl as best as she could.

"Let go! I must go!" The girl retorted as she struggled against Chika's curtailment.

As the girl started to wiggle out of Chika's hug of restraint, Chika leg caught with the girl's. The loss of balance freaked Chika out as she lunged forward in an attempt to find new balance. Instead, she met empty air as the two tumbled into the darkening, blue ocean.

Chika had gulped two mouthfuls of water as she flipped in the murky, chilly water. Her skin prickled as the cold sapped the heat from her body. "Chilly. Frigid. Glacial. Frosty. Wintry. Cold."

Chika had attempted to open her eyes multiple times, resulting in light needle stings. "Dark. Murky. Inky. Gloomy. Dull. Tragic."

Chika flailed her arms and legs as her chest burned with an itch. Chika coughed as sea water filled her lungs. She was confused. She was disorientated. "Help. Aid. Assistance. Guidance. Solution. Succor. Advice. Support."

As numbness took Chika hostage, a force slapped onto Chika's hand. The cold scratched at her as something dragged her in a direction. "Insurgence. Genesis. Emergence. Inception. Insurrection."

Chika broke through the surface of the water and landed onto the warm sand. As Chika's nose and mouth became free from the water, Chika took in a short breath before she started coughing violently. Chika could feel drops of water escape from her throat as she curled up slightly. Eventually, Chika threw up.

A cold breeze flowed by Chika causing her to grow stiff from the cold. She breathed heavily as a musty taste loomed on her tongue. Chika clamped her eyes shut as vile UV rays invaded them. Her ears rung with varying frequencies. She felt like crap. Chika touched the top of her head and smiled for a brief moment as she felt her ahoge still standing proud. It made her feel better to know her physics defying ahoge reigned supreme.

After several painful minutes, Chika slowly forced herself to stand. As she did, she heard the ungodly noise of vomiting beside her. She jumped slightly; narrowly avoiding the incoming stomach bile.

The red-haired girl lightly patted her stomach as she fell clumsily onto the sand. Chika looked around as the girl choked on air. The sun had mostly set as the sky turned bluer. The sand was back to its grayish-brown color. The clouds were whitish blue. The sea had lost its sparkles and looked like the murky abyss of a monster's stomach.

Chika turned to face the red-haired girl as she struggled to sit. Chika could hear the chattering of her teeth as she sluggishly got into a sitting position. Chika almost wanted to run up to the girl and kick in her in the face as hard as she could. Chika took in a deep breath in an effort to contain herself. It wasn't nice to kick somebody in the face. Perhaps she wasn't a local?

"There are plenty of diving shops if you want to go diving." Chika said as the girl sneezed. "You should probably do it in summer though as the water is way too cold right now. Though, I hear there are ways to be warm enough for cold water diving."

"I know." The girl replied as she curled up.

"Then… why did try to go diving by yourself in a swimsuit?" Chika was astonished by her ability to speak. Did being cold and feeling like crap fill her with this much confidence?

"I wanted to hear the sound of the ocean."

"The sound of the ocean?"

"Yeah."

Chika had no idea what the girl was talking about. What was the sound of the ocean? Chika had never heard of it. Was it a Numazu thing? No, there was no way it was; otherwise Chika would've known about it. Then again, Chika didn't know a lot about the world; let alone her own town. "What's the sound of the ocean?"

The girl didn't answer as she started shivering violently. Chika almost felt sorry for her. While Chika was cold too, at least she was wearing her uniform; unlike the girl who wore a swimsuit. Chika didn't do anything as she waited for the girl to stop shivering though. When the girl eventually stopped, she didn't answer Chika's question. In response to the silence, Chika asked again. The girl lowered her head slightly. Perhaps she didn't want to answer the question? That was fine with Chika.

"Alright. Why do you want to hear the sound of the ocean?" The girl curled up into a tighter ball in silence. Perhaps the girl didn't want to answer any of Chika's questions. Chika sighed. "Fine. I won't ask anymore."

Chika knew from the moment the words left her mouth, she was going to ask another question. "Is the sound of the ocean the sound water makes? Actually… How would you hear under the ocean? I mean you could probably hear the water pressure but I doubt you could hear anything else."

The girl chuckled briefly. "I don't know. I just heard about it from some classmates." Both of them sneezed as a light breeze blew by. Chika could feel her hands trying to clamp. "I'm trying to compose a piano piece, but I can't grasp the image of an oceanic song."

"But you hear music, not see it." Chika could feel her "smartass" side coming out.

The girl seemed to jerk at Chika's comment. Chika thought it was her cringing because of the cold until the girl looked back at Chika with annoyed eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, sorry. It's a joke. My mind tends to wander when I'm freezing to death. I didn't mean anything." Chika responded hastily. She knew those eyes. They were the type of eyes ready to argue to the death. Chika did not want to deal with it, even in her confident cold phase. The girl seemed to calm down a bit, though she continued glaring daggers into Chika. Chika could feel the tension of the daggers burrowing into her. "Uh… W-Wow, so you compose music? And for the piano? That's cool. I bet you're the best piano player in Numazu right? Do you go to a- uh, the- no it's a... highschool here?" Chika wanted to hurl herself into the ocean and let herself die of hypothermia.

"I'm from Tokyo."

"Eh? You came all the way out here for this?"

"Mhm."

"I didn't expect you to actually say yes…"

"Well, actually…" The girl trailed off.

"What's your name?" Chika asked as she sat beside the girl. She had no idea why she was extending the conversation. Perhaps the girl interested Chika? Chika mentally sighed as she realized her slow change into a social person. Chika blamed You.

"Riko. Riko Sakurauchi." Riko Sakurauchi? The name sounded familiar to Chika. Where had she heard it before? "What's yours?"

"Chika Takami." Chika remembered where she had heard the girl's name. You mentioned it the day before. Wasn't she the transfer student? Riko started rubbing her knees as silence overtook them. Chika couldn't back out now. Well technically she could, and she should but… Chika didn't feel right doing it. There was something inside of her that made her stay. Chika cursed her being for torturing her like this.

Chika rampaged through her mind to find a topic. Riko was from Tokyo? Perhaps Chika could talk about someone or something from Tokyo? μ's was from Tokyo. Chika found the topic she was searching for and slammed them onto her vocal cords. "Have you heard of school idols?"

"School idols?"

"Yeah, there are a lot of famous groups from Tokyo right?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Huh?" Chika wanted to swallow a mouthful of sand until she choked to death. The one topic Chika felt like she could talk about was unknown to Riko. No! Don't give up! Explain what they are to her! "You don't know them? They live as idols at school and enter competitions."

"Are they famous?"

"They are really famous! Finalists get to perform at the Tokyo Dome. Though, I've recently found out about them too."

"I see. I've only concentrated on piano so I don't know about those kinds of things."

"Hm… Do you want to see a video of them?"

"Hm?"

Chika fished around her skirt before looking around her. After several moments, Chika realized her phone was still in her bag. "Actually nevermind. I don't have my phone."

"Oh." The girl pressed her lips together. Chika did the same as the conversation died. "Oh, um, you like school idols? Are you one?"

"Um… Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"I want to become one but… the student council president at my school won't allow me to establish a school idol club. I need six people."

"How many people do you have right now?"

"Two. Including myself." Chika could feel her chest cracking as she admitted the insurmountable odds stacked against her. Chika dreaded the pain and time it would take to recruit four more people.

"That's not favorable…" Riko started rubbing her arms.

"I know right." Chika slumped forward. You may be a powerful angel, but was she enough to lure in four more members? Chika wouldn't have been able to do anything. After all, her sign didn't work. If her sign didn't work, how could she recruit members? Chika may have been able to speak to You okay; but unless they sprayed her with cold water, Chika was never going to speak to other people.

"So are you going to give up?"

"Eh?"

"Are you going to give up? You don't seem like the most persuasive person. Plus you might get bored of it even if you do recruit four more members. Doing the same thing again and again for people who don't care. People are hard to convince." Chika watched as Riko glanced downward. "Sorry. I, um…"

Riko was right. Chika wasn't the most talkative person, let alone a persuasive one. Chika was already dreading the thought of having to recruit four people. Plus Chika might actually get bored of it if she did recruit four people. Chika did have no desire or goal in life. Why was being a school idol going to change that? Maybe Chika should give up. Oh who is Chika is fooling?

"Do you think school idols have to be pretty and talented?"

"Huh?"

"I would've thought so. I mean they are idols. To be honest, something like this wouldn't interest me. It's all just so dull. That is until I saw a particular group named μ's perform. I would show you physical proof but I don't have my phone on me so you'll just have to believe me when I say that they are the most normal looking girls ever."

"Normal looking?"

"Yup, normal looking. I was shocked." The sun faded further below the ocean, stealing the light from the world. "To have concentrated on piano like you, or been absorbed in something you love. To have a dream of what you want to become. I never had that."

Chika stood to her feet, picked up a rock, and threw it upon the surface of the ocean. The rock skidded zero times before it was swallowed up by the ocean. Chika paused as she witnessed the stone's cold fall. Did that just happen? How could she screw it up like that? No! Remain calm! "So that's why, when I saw μ's performing that day… it captured my attention. That normal people like them were smiling as they performed. That normal people like them could get other people smiling as they performed. That normal people like them could make people feel like there was no negativity in the world."

Chika turned to Riko who was covered in shadows. Holy crap! When did it get so dark? Chika bit on her lower lip to compose herself. "I want to be like them. I want to reach out for the same goals like them. I want to shine like them." Chika slowly walked toward Riko who looked up at her. A crazy idea entered her head as soon as she finished her speech. A part of her rejected it, but most of her didn't. Chika reached out a numb hand to Riko. "Do you want to be a school idol with me?"

Riko stared at Chika dumbfoundingly. "What?"

"Do you want to be a school idol with me?" Did Chika seriously ask it twice?

"Um… I'll respectfully decline."

"Eh?"


"Why do you smell like the ocean ate you up then barfed you out?" Mito asked as Chika entered her home. She had just stepped into her house and Mito was already patting her down, searching for nonexistent injuries. Did she smell that bad? "Oh my god… Why're you so cold? It's like I'm physically touching your silence!"

Before Chika could question why that was the analogy Mito decided to use, she was stripped and thrown into a steaming hot shower. To say her skin felt like it was burning off was an understatement. Chika was a lot colder than she thought she was.

After enduring the pain of having her body warm up, Chika stayed in the shower. She was alone and in a comfortable place. She could already feel her mind wandering. The first thing that popped into her head was obvious. How did her "I Want To Shine" speech fail? Did it not have the same effect because it became night time? Was it because Chika was too vague? Maybe it was because Chika messed up the stone throw?

Chika squatted down as she held her head in frustration. She was sure the speech was going to work. It worked on You after all. "Ah." Chika figured out the problem. The speech didn't work because You wasn't with her! How could Chika forget such a crucial part? Stupid Chika, stupid Chika, stupid Chika!

Embarrassment welled up inside of Chika as she remembered the awkward goodbye her and Riko shared after she asked Riko to become a school idol. It wouldn't have happened if You was there. Ugh! What did You have to do that was so important? Couldn't she have skipped? She does run up a mountain in the mornings. If only You was there.

But what would have You being there accomplished? That was a good question. What would have You accomplished? Sure You, could've used her powerful angel powers; and act as living proof that the "I Want To Shine" speech was effective, but would that have been enough? No! Surely that would've been enough! Surely…

What if Chika's "I Want to Shine" speech wasn't actually effective? Chika could feel her mind break at the thought of it. No, no, no, no, no. That can't be. The speech works. The. Speech. Works. If the speech doesn't work, does that mean Chika's dream to be a shining school idol is false? Something she made up as a last ditch effort to have a life? Perhaps this entire time-

"Chika stop wasting the hot water! Get out!" Chika turned the shower off as soon as she heard the screeching of Mito with four loud bangs on the door. Chika quickly dried herself off before wearing comfy clothes. She exited the bathroom shortly after.

In the living room, Shima had set a plate of seafood onto a table. Chika walked over and sat before it. "Sorry Chika. Mito and I already ate dinner so you're gonna have to eat it by yourself."

It didn't matter much. Shima and Mito were most likely going to stay nearby and watch Chika eat like two stalkers. As Chika dug into the plate of food, Mito went over to switch on the TV. "... And now for coverage on an alleged murder in Sendai. A witness reported a murder on April twenty fourth at about…"

"How is it Chika? It's a new dish I've been practicing the past week. Is it too salty? Bitter?" Chika hunched over her food as Shima reached over towards it. Chika would've hissed too but she had food in her mouth.

"... The victim is a seventeen year old highschool girl…"

"Uwah… This is like the sixth murder victim in the past three weeks." Chika peeked over to the TV as it showed a reporter on screen.

"... school idol. Police are suspecting that a series of murders called the "School Idol Murders" from two years ago are on a rise again…"

"Oh geez… I hope not. Shima, do you remember that time a couple years ago when there were these mass murders across Japan?" Mito asked.

"Yes. That was quite a scary time." Shima replied. Shima looked at Chika who had just finished her dinner. "Chika you know about them right?"

Chika shook her head "no" as Shima snatched the empty plate and took it to the seat. It sounded familiar. Chika racked her brain as she tried to remember where she had heard about "School Idol Murders." Perhaps Chika felt like she knew it because of the words "school idol?"

"During the last few years of highschool for Mito and I, there were these mass murders happening around Japan. They called them the "school idol murders" because all of the victims were either school idols or fans of school idols." Chika remembered then why it felt familiar to her. She had read an article about it when she researched μ's a few nights ago.

"They were warning everybody to be careful; even if they weren't related to school idols in case the murderer, or murderers, decided to switch their targets." Shima had finished washing the dish and walked back to the table. "If I remember correctly, there were three murders here in Numazu. All of them were highschool girls. It was a really scary time for your older sisters. Thankfully, neither of us got into an encounter though."

Perhaps that was what the president warned Chika and You about in the letter? It was a random thought that Chika haphazardly pieced together. If the "School Idol Murders" were on a rise again, perhaps the president gave Chika a stand because of it? It seemed plausible though Chika had no evidence. The president did state that the "competition had gotten more competitive" but that wouldn't fit in with the murders being linked to a band of murderers. Unless there was something else that was causing the murders…

"Anyway, Chika; if the murders are on a rise again, you better be careful okay? Make sure you get back home before night time. Don't start sneaking out because you're getting older okay?" Chika could see a glimmer of hope in Shima's eyes. Was Shima's desire for Chika to be more "social" that strong? Did she really care about it more than the possibility of Chika getting murdered? Chika pressed her lips together as she sent a judging stare toward Shima.

"Oh yeah! Why were you so smelly and cold when you came home?" Mito snapped and pointed at Chika. Mito's eyes suddenly lit up. "Don't tell me you found yourself a… boyfri-"

How did she come to that conclusion? Chika sent her cold stare at Mito which quieted her down. Her shoulders slumped as her hopes crushed beneath the weight of Chika's silent stare.

"I tripped on a small ditch on the beach." Chika said.

"Oh. It's good to look ahead but don't forget to look down occasionally okay?" Mito did the "ok" hand sign which Chika returned. Mito turned to face the TV before snapped her head back toward Chika. Her eyes widened as her bottom lip quivered. Shima quickly followed suit and the two of them pointed shaking fingers at Chika.

Before the two of them could speak, Chika got up to her feet and walked to her room. Chika figured she should have one of them sign the club form. "You're spe-"

"Shhhh!" Shima covered Mito's mouth as Chika left. Chika didn't know what the two did in the brief time Chika was away but from the barbarian screeches they made in the living room; they were probably freaking out about Chika speaking.

When Chika returned into the living room with the club application in hand, Mito had finished tying a balloon to the table. A fresh tangerine cake sat in the middle of the table with eight circles of candles. Wait, who puts eight circles of candles on a cake? How does one even put eight circles of candles on a cake? Mito had a party hat on and a four poppers in her hands. When she saw Chika, she popped all four poppers at once.

"Did you just pop them without me?!" Shima shrieked from across the room. Shima had a party hat on too and was steps away from the ryokan's kitchen.

"Sorry! I saw Chika and impulse caused me to pop them!" Mito shrieked back. Why were they shrieking? Did they have a reason? "Oh yeah Shima! Don't open the kitchen door! Dad doesn't like it!"

"I don't care if he doesn't like it! This is an important event and dad is GOING to be here to witness it!" Shima banged on the kitchen door with the force of a shotgun. Chika watched as Shima beat on the poor door with the wrath of a thousand suns.

"Chika; come, come!" Mito walked over to Chika with a party hat. "We thought you speaking this morning was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, but to hear you speak again… You don't know how relieved this makes us!"

Chika dodged and weaved through Mito as Mito tried to put the party hat on Chika. "Chika, let me put this on you." Chika shook her head as she intercepted Mito's hand with a crossed arm block. "Oh ho ho ho!~ Look at you trying to fight back. Your guard was impressive… But you are an infinite number of years too young to defeat me!"

Mito grabbed one of Chika's arms, pulled her with the force of a gorilla, and pinned Chika under her arm. As Chika struggled to get out of Mito's grip, Mito placed the party hat on top of Chika's head. "Now... Speak for us! Speak! Let us hear your voice!" Mito released Chika from her grip and rose her hands into the air with closed eyes as she laughed maniacally.

Chika slipped behind Mito and knocked the party hat off of her head. She was in deep shit now. Mito stopped laughing and slowly turned to face Chika. "You dare defy me-" Mito was interrupted by the sound of a scream. Both Chika and Mito turned to face the source of it. It came from the ryokan's kitchen.

"Shima!" Mito dashed toward the ryokan's kitchen. Chika followed as a fuzz developed in her belly. Chika was five meters away from the kitchen. The scream belonged to Shima. Perhaps she was screaming because of her father's shadowed face? Maybe something happened like her father threw a knife in surprise? If her father didn't like having the kitchen's door open, perhaps he got freaked out when Shima pounded the door open? The guesses didn't feel right to Chika. Shima's scream was too shrill.

Chika was three meters away. Why did her father lock himself into the ryokan's kitchen? It was a weird question that didn't bother Chika much as she growed up. To her, it was a normal thing that all fathers did. Except You's. Didn't You say her father was the captain of a ship? Chika remembered it from her very first encounter from You. If that was the case, wouldn't that mean her father didn't shut himself in the kitchen? Did that mean Chika's father was doing something out of the norm? Wait, perhaps You's father locked himself inside the ship's kitchen?

Chika arrived in front of the ryokan's kitchen. The large metallic doors were open. Mito stood in front of Chika and was freaking out over something on the ground. Why was Chika's mom not around? Why was she dead? Chika didn't know what she was asking at the moment. She was asking herself a question that she had never asked herself ever in her life. She died shortly after Chika was born. That probably meant she died giving birth to Chika right?

Chika looked into the open kitchen door. The fuzz inside her stomach disappeared. The kitchen was normal. Cooking utensils were hooked around the room. There were two long silver tables attached to the floor in the middle of the room. The tables had sinks, stoves, fryers, and cabinets on them. At the left wall was a table with eggs and half-cut vegetables as well as a large fridge next to it. At the right wall was another table with spices and plates on it as well a microwave and a dishwasher. At the very back was a small area with a stove.

Everything was normal. The kitchen was in orderly disarray. Her sister, Shima was on the ground with a bleeding shoulder and collarbone. The kitchen smelled foully pleasant. Her father was looking at her with his face covered in shadows. The kitchen was a cool warm temperature. Mito was dragging Shima out of the room in panic.

"Chika! Mito! Get out now!" Chika's father shouted, charging at them. Chika inhaled a large breath as her lungs flared. She didn't notice she had stopped breathing. Her father reached the two of them with his arms outstretched. He shoved Mito out of the doorway first. He then turned to Chika and extended an arm to push her out as well. As her father reached out for Chika, a blurred figure shot out from behind him with a claw extended.

Chika's dread exploded within her and transformed into something that urged Chika to move. Chika side-stepped her father's outstretched arm and took a step toward the black figure. She grit her teeth as she cocked a fist back. It seemed faded; almost incorporeal. Chika didn't know why she did it; but she willed her stand to materialize and overlap her torso and arm as she shot her fist forward. It connected with the figure's face, causing it to stumble backwards.

Chika stared at the figure as it stumbled back before she realized she could've attacked it more. Before she did however, her father shouted at her. Chika turned to face him. "No! You can't touch- Ah!" Chika's father looked at the figure who was recovering from its stumble before looking at Chika. "You… You touched it…"

The figure shot a glare at Chika before lunging at her. Chika turned her attention to the creature and sent a right hook at it upon impulse. Her fist connected, which curved it's trajectory to the left of Chika where it crashed onto a stove. Chika looked at the stove and got the idea to turn it on. Before Chika could do so, her father gripped her arm.

Chika turned to look at her father's shadowy face. "Stop! You can't defeat it! Get out now before it-"

Chika furrowed her brows before glancing at the figure who was recovering. A slight panic overtook her to act before it recovered again. Chika looked at her gripped arm before looking at her father. "Let go!"

"No! I don't know how you touched it but you can't defeat it. You can't defeat [Yozora wa Nandemo Shitteru no]. It's unkillable!" Chika's father nudged her to move. "It won't hurt me, but it hurts everyone else! Your sister already got attacked by it and I will not allow you to be hurt too. Damn it, how could this have happened..."

"Wait..." Chika met where she thought her father's eyes were. "Is this thing the reason why you shut yourself in the kitchen?"

"... Yes." Chika's father looked up at the figure as it recovered again. He pulled Chika's arm with more force which caused Chika to move. "Shit! You need to get out of here now! It's angry."

Chika's father dragged her to the door before throwing her out of it. Chika didn't know what compelled her to do it. Perhaps it was because of a newfound curiosity? Perhaps it was because of a righteous feeling Chika felt welling up within her? Perhaps it was because it attacked Shima? Perhaps it was just because of the adrenaline pumping through her; but as Chika's father threw her out, Chika gained her footing, grabbed the handles of both kitchen doors, and closed them shut with her still inside.

Chika's father let out a low "Ah" at the action. Chika quickly locked the door behind her before walking toward the figure. The figure was completely black except for four red eyes on its face. It was about two heads taller than Chika. It's body was like a shadow with static like waves fizzing around it. Protruding from it's back were four appendages with sharpened tips on each of them. It's arms hung at its side with sharpened claws as hands. It's posture was slightly hunched and Chika could see the tiny spikes poking out from the top of its head to form a circle.

"Chika, what are you-"

"I don't know why you have this thing trapping you." Chika felt light and powerful. Her dread had transformed completely. She felt strangely determined. "However, this thing is clearly evil. It is a thing that is made solely to attack with no benefit for doing so. If you've been holed up in here all this time just to keep this thing in check and tormented by it, causing Shima and Mito grief and unwanted responsibility, then I will free you… By killing it."

"And I'll be sure to make good use of…" Chika's stand phased out in front of Chika. Chika wrapped her arms in front of it, her left up to its chest and her right down to its belly and rested her head on its left shoulder. The creature lifted its right arm up and behind Chika's head while its left wrapped up around Chika's left arm. "[Sunshine Story] to achieve that goal."

Chika remembered You's words about her being kind. Chika doubted them but when Chika thought about it, her ability was kind. Chika remembered the feeling the nine girls on the billboard gave her. The feeling of positivity with no negativity being anywhere in the world. If "shining" meant creating a world filled with positivity; then her ability was an undeniable asset. Perhaps Chika decided to help her father purely because she wanted to help. Purely because she wanted to make her family positive. After all, how could she "shine" if she couldn't even help her family?

Chika looked down at her club submission form. Chika was a girl who grew up having no desires and passions. Everything she tried bored her. That was until she discovered μ's. How they shined and made the world seem devoid of negativity. For the first time, she felt a fuzz in her chest. She felt a desire. A passion. This was a story. This was a story about how Chika shined brighter than μ's- no… brighter than the ocean sun.

Chika placed her club submission form onto a table before she ran toward the recovering figure. Her ability was the ability to absorb negativity completely. This would be bad in a fight as it would clear the enemy's mental state. However! Since Sunshine Story could absorb all of the negativity; that leaves just the positivity. This causes the target to become dazed for at least five seconds. Chika knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to daze the figure, and in the five seconds, kill it.

As Chika approached the figure, it's eyes locked onto Chika. It shot a tendril out toward Chika. Chika quickly dodged out of the way and closed the space between them. She got em. Sunshine Story launched forward with an arm outstretched and touched the figure. "Sunshine Story! Absorb all of its negativity!"

Sunshine Story tapped the figure… However, the golden strings didn't come out of the figure. It took a moment for Chika to notice, and by the time she did, two tendrils smacked into SS's side. Chika coughed a spit of blood as her body flung to the right into the side of a table. Her body fell to the floor like a shower towel that had its first drops of water in years.

What just happened? Why didn't Sunshine Story's ability work? Was she wrong? Was Sunshine Story's ability not absorbing negativity? No that can't be. She was positive it's ability was absorbing negativity, so why? Why did it not work on the figure?

Chika looked up to check on the figure. It had recovered fully and was looking down upon Chika. Chika attempted to get up but her side flared with pain. Chika looked at the figure to see it raise a tendril. Chika should've known "shining" was going to be a hard goal to achieve.

-To Be Continued


A/N: This chapter took me forever. Gosh, I like forgot everything I wanted to do for this story. Don't worry, I remembered though. I don't think any future chapters will be as wonky as this chapter was (hopefully) so please forgive this mess xD. Anyway, onto the first stand stats of the fic.

Before we get to the stand stats though, I want to introduce my criteria for them. We all know stand stats are very vague and make about as much sense as King Crimson does so that's why I'm just going to make what I judge stand stats more specific.

I will be judging power solely on the stand's physical power. So even if the stand could make buildings explode with explosives, if the actual stand itself can't lift heavy objects or punch with a lot of force; it will have a lower parameter grade despite being able to blow things up. If the stand can punch something and the force of the impact makes something explode, then its parameter grade will be an A or something like that.

I will be judging Speed based on how much time it takes for the stand's ability to take effect. This means that even if the stand could punch really fast, if it's ability takes a minute to take effect; it will have a lower grade.

Durability is the same. It's very straightforward.

I will be judging precision based on how accurate the ability is and how accurate do you have to be to activate it. Accuracy of the ability will depend on how clear its effects on the world are. If Bucciarati's Sticky Fingers could make perfect zippers that open and close perfectly, it would have an A in precision. If the zippers always came out wavy or would occasionally get stuck, it would probably have a C in precision. If I took Narancia's Aerosmith (who has two abilities), I would grade the two abilities individually then take the median. So Aerosmith's gun would probably get a D for being small and spraying bullets instead of concentrating them while his CO2 tracking would have a C for showing different ranges of carbon dioxide even if too much would block ability to track. I would then say Aerosmith's precision would be a C. Precision of how to activate it depends on complexity. Sticky Fingers only has to touch something to place a zipper. I would give this a C. Aerosmith would have an A in this category of precision because of how easy it can shoot out bullets and detect CO2. If I gave Sticky Fingers a A for accuracy in ability and a C for activation, I would give it a median score of a B for precision.

Range is the same. It's based on how far a stand can be away from its user before its power diminishes. I would say a small town's worth of area and above will be an A. Attached to user would be E. 2-3 meters would be E too. At 15 meters, it would be a D. From there, every 20-40 meters would bring it up by one step. This one is pretty loose for me.

Potential will be judged on how much the user knows about their stand and how many uses they know for them. This one is also pretty loose for me. ACT stands will have a potential of A until they reach their final ACT.

So yeah, having said that, here's the first stand: Sunshine Story.

Stand User: Chika Takami

Stand Name: [Sunshine Story]

Namesake: One More Sunshine Story by Chika Takami (C.V. Inami Anju)

Stand Type: Artificial Humanoid

Stand Appearance: SS is a bit special. It's appearance changes depending on how much negativity it absorbs. At its weakest (initial), it looks like a small mouse. It has no legs and instead a short tail. Near the middle of its body are two hovering spheres that are detached from the body. SS has two small red eyes on its head which are about as large as its body. SS has no face except for the eyes. It also has a small crown floating above its head. On its torso is a small design of a tangerine slice with lines protruding from the design that form rings around its body. SS is mostly black except for the design and the lines which are a glowing orange color. As SS absorbs negativity, it will slowly grow into a humanoid about as tall as Chika. It grows facial features, legs, etc. As it grows, its tail disappears.

Stand Ability:

[Double Negative] - SS's ability is the ability to absorb the negative emotions of anything that feels emotions and gain physical power from them. In order to activate this ability, the stand has to physically touch a person (can not absorb from stands). SS can only absorb as long as negative emotions are strong enough to visibly show. SS's ability takes advantage of a principle that all creatures that feel emotion have. No matter what, there will always be a little bit of negativity or a little bit of positivity so that they do not get "overwhelmed." However, when SS steals a person's negativity, for five seconds, they will be overwhelmed with positivity to the point where they become "dazed." During this five second period, they are completely vulnerable. However, after five seconds, a little bit of negativity will return to them and snap them out of their positive overdrive. When they snap out of their positive overdrive, the target will feel happy, less stressed, and "serene." While SS absorbs all of the negative emotions, not all of the negativity will become physical power. Some of the negativity will transfer to the user. This can worsen the mood of the user. Because of this, there is a limit to the amount of negative emotions SS can take in. The limit depends on how much the user can endure before breaking down or having their emotions explode. When the user can not hold it all in anymore and explodes, that is when SS's power reaches a peak. SS can not change its user's negative emotions into power meaning that if the owner became more negative on their own, it would lower the limit of how much negativity can be absorbed. When negativity is absorbed, wounds do not heal. SS can not transfer power and emotions to other people. Every time Chika falls asleep, SS's power will be reset. Golden strings appear to come out of SS every time it absorbs emotions.

Stand Stats (I will only be doing the stats for SS at its introduction and SS at the end of this chapter):

Initially:

Power: E

Speed: A

Durability: E

Precision: B

Range: A (About the entire town)

Potential: A

Before the section with the upcoming fight:

Power: D

Speed: A

Durability: E

Precision: B

Range: B (Still pretty far but not as large as a town)

Potential: B

Trivia: This was originally going to be a wearable stand. This stand was made with the song One More Sunshine Story in mind as well as Chika's character.

(I might do Sunshine Story's stats again for its peak when that time comes in the story.)

(All stands are going to be named and made after Aqours songs. Kind of like how Araki does it.)

Out of Context Quote of the Chapter: "Perhaps she was a delinquent who had gotten drunk and thought the ocean was a giant pool of happiness?"