||Nona's POV cont'd||
A few moments passed before Nona could hear the elevator signal its arrival with a soft 'ding'. It stopped before her and inside were Clavis and Quin, snickering.
"Hello Nona-san." Clavis smiled, bowing quickly, while Quin exited the elevator.
"Hello and goodbye Clavis." Nona said casually, leaving Clavis alone in the elevator as she turned and walked ahead of Quin.
Quin shuffled behind, tired and annoyed.
"Nonaaaa. What do you want now?" the whining seemed to have started early to Nona, but she had a back up.
With a swift toss, Nona handed her a bottle of champagne, hoping to calm her complaints.
"Oh! Thanks, this will do nicely." she snickered while popping the top, spraying a shower of pink suds over her hands.
"I need your assistance Quin. I need to bring someone back."
"Difficult request, but who?" she burped. The bottle was already half way empty, leaving Quin with the slight buzz she'd always yearned for.
"Chiyuki. The black haired woman. I need her memories revamped into her mannequin."
"Nona, you know thats impossible. And anyways, she's already reincarnated." Quin mentioned as she downed the rest of the champagne.
"Already?" Nona asked, her eyes wide with surprise, "For how long?"
"Eh, she's on her 17th human year. I haven't really kept up with her-" Before Quin could continue her statement, Nona grabbed her over by the bottle and over towards her scrying pool, dipping her hand in the water.
"Chiyuki. I wish to see the soul's body of Chiyuki." Nona wished, her face hard with concentration as she waited for her image to appear.
After a moment a tall young girl appeared. No older than 17, she was nearly identical to the original Chiyuki hence a few facial structures. Her eyes were the same violet hue, rimmed with black lashes. But her smile...it was nearly non existent. She came across very sad-like.
"Her name now is Miyuri. She's healthy but is living a very difficult life." Quinn mused
softly, as Nona continued to watch the waters. She could feel the idea emerging, just on the tip of her tongue. She couldn't figure it out exactly, but the more she stared at the waters, the closer she felt to her answer. It was there, somewhere hidden before her but she couldn't put her finger on it...her finger...it finally hit her.
"She was -"
"I need an arcade game." Nona interrupted.
"What?"
"An arcade game. I need an arcade game; pinball, atari, wack-a-mole, something, anything as long as it has a screen." She snapped annoyingly.
Quin looked at her as if she'd gone crazy.
"Um..Ok. I think Ginti has an old one that he uses from time to time. Maybe we can grab that one?"
Nona said nothing as she made her way towards the elevator, leaving Quin to follow behind. She pressed the down button and waited for the doors to retreat. Within moments the elevator arrived. Clavis greeted them once more.
"Hello again, Nona-san. Where may I take you?" he mused with his tender smile while they piled inside.
"Ginti's." Nona uttered, as she waited for the doors to close. Quin shuffled uneasily behind her.
"We're on the hunt for an arcade game." Quin mused, trying to break the awkward silence that seemed to fill the air, but was met with the piercing eyes of Nona instead.
"Oh, sounds exciting!" Clavis chimed as the elevator stopped on Ginti's floor.
"Have fun!" he excused them while they stepped off.
"Ginti! I need your arcade game." Nona commanded as she made her way over towards his closet in the back.
"WOAH! What the hell?" Nona's most ill-tempered arbiter was polishing his kokeshi collection the moment they arrived but once he'd heard the need for his arcade game he had nearly climbed over the bar, roaring, his red hair matching his already redden temper.
Ginti quickly made his way over towards the hallway, trying to keep the ladies from ruining anything.
"Why on earth do you need my arcade game? What the hell has gotten into you?" But Nona ignored him, as she pushed her way pasts his door curtains and into another room. Ginti could be heard behind her, huffing a string of curse words. After a while she was able to find it, tucked away in the corner of his hallway.
"Pull it out." she commanded.
Ginti gawked at her, as if she'd gone crazy. Disobeying, he crossed his arms in hopes of making himself look bigger.
"No. It's mine and I'm keeping it. Hell you won't even tell us what you're doing with it and-" before another word could escape, he was met with Nona's hand wrapped tightly in his hair, pulling him down to her height.
"Ok. Ok. Fine." Ginti, defeated, dragged the arcade game out, filling the room with a painful high pitched screech of metal on wood.
It was an old Galaxian game, still adorned with the buttons and joy-stick. It looked like it haven't been used in ages but it was perfect for Nona's plan.
"Will you finally tell us what it's for?" cried Quin from across the bar. She had already began pouring herself another drink.
"It's for Decim."
"Decim? Why the hell does he want an old arcade game? Has he finally grown bored with his dollies?" Ginti teased.
"Shut up and help me put this in the elevator, you big dummies." Nona complained while pressing the button.