"Rise and Shine Ursine!"
Eyes that only gained few hours of sleep fluttered open. Finding themselves to face the wall, with the left one covered halfway by a pillow's sheet. They blinked slowly, before the associated head turned and directed their attention to the monitor. And the Ultimate Detective made himself sit up, rubbing some remnants of sleep out of his eyes.
"OFFICIAL-ANNOUNCEMENT-FROM-THE-ULTIMATE ACADEMY...IT-IS-NOW-8-A.M./Official Announcement from the Ultimate Academy! It is now 8AM!" Monodam and Monotaro said together unintentionally. Which caused Monotaro to look at 'his' half green 'brother'. While Monodam continued on with the announcement. "HAVE-A-WONDERFUL-KILLING-SCHOOL-SEMESTER-TODAY."
"N-Not bad. Though...I'd suggest you'se power up your voice. Like when we say the catchphrase." Monosuke commented, slurping down on morning drink.
"What are you talking about? I wasn't finished yet!" But Monotaro's reply send a paw to plant on Monosuke.
"I wasn't talking to you'se 'Taro. I was talking to Monodam."
"Mono-who?" Even though 'he' foresaw this coming, as evident by a picked up whisper under 'his' breath, Monosuke dragged out an already annoyed sigh.
Monophanie placed her drinking her other hand. And then elbowed Monotaro's arm while her dotted eye narrowed. "Wait, we're still doing this? I thought we'd stop ignoring Monodam-"
"Mono-WHO? I'm sorry, but I don't know who or what you're talking about."
"Don't give me that! We talked about this yesterday!"
"Yesterday?" Monophanie elbowed Monotaro again, this time in the side and with more force. Resulting in 'him' being pushed right and into Monosuke's arm.
"Yes yesterday! Before the flashback light, before the lecture by Monosuke, and before daddy-
…
…
Wait, who's our daddy again?"
"Huh? I don't know. I thought you knew."
"Maybe that Black and white plush knows?"
"Maybe-"
"Will you two cut it out? We delivered the announcement, me and Monodam don't need you two doing this stiche again!" Monosuke turned his sight towards the camera recording, and pointed at it. "Hey you'se bastards! We dropped off a present for everyone one of ya. Right in your rooms. And you better to be ready to feel fear! Because there might be tears!" After that, 'he' bopped Monotaro on the head. Then the feed cut out, the bears not getting to sign off like they usually did.
Wiping away some dried, beads of sweats from his forehead, Saihara at first just sat there. Taking in what was said while his gaze shifted down to his palm. Before pulling and throwing the covers off of him. Eyeing his lower body carefully for some seconds. Then he rubbed his face, his thoughts seemed to be preoccupied by something else at the moment.
Saihara took a few moments to think on whatever that something was. Then he looked around his room. Almost immediately finding what the Monosuke meant by 'a present'. And unlike what he may have suspected himself to feel, no surprise took form among his features.
Placed upon the table away from the foot of his bed, was a silicone case with a mixture of colors. Curiously brought Saihara to his feet, and he made himself walk over. He grabbed ahold of it and brought it close to his eyes. Lips parting as if he were to ask "What is this?". But the question was never voiced. As the screen came to life after he tightened his grip, fingers digging into the side.
He kept his sight attached, despite feeling tape residing on the back. He just stared as dark blue covered the whole screen. He just watched as silhouettes took up the far right and left sides of the screens. He stayed standing firm as the words Monokuma Kub Pad, bounced up and down into existence at the bottom. And he kept his nerves in check, as the silhouettes began to change.
Switching and switching between what seemed to be 13. With the big, bright red words Motive Video, taking center place. The Monokuma Kub Pad labeling faded away. And the silhouettes kept on switching. Going faster and faster as two more words began to form above Motive Video.
The switching stopped, and the silhouette that was present, was identified by both Saihara's recognition and the words that now formed a name.
Yumeno Himiko
Caution had rose up within those grey irises. And his body stiffened upon Monokuma's voice sounding from the device.
"Back by popular demand! It's time for the motive video! It's time to find out...who's the most important person, or most important people, in *your* life."
"Yumeno…-san?"
The screen faded in and out, and a image that the Detective was not expecting, was shown. The Ultimate Magician, standing on top of a tree trunk, whilst performing the classic "pull a rabbit out of hat" trick. Her audience being made up of children, all having joyful grins and astonished eyes. With some teens being present as well, the most of them carrying smiles while the least just stared at the magic act.
"Yumeno Himiko, the Ultimate Magician. Thanks to her natural and extraordinary talent with magic, this young woman has brought countless of smiles to life, and made them shine as bright as stars! Ama-azing!"
Five more images faded in and out, showing Yumeno more and more tricks. The audience consisting of both the same, and different kids. Their glee however was shared. And with each image, their happiness increased bit by bit.
Then the images all decreased in size, and planted themselves along the sides of the screen. While a paused recording took the center. One teen and one child, with the younger of the two hugging a plushie of Yumeno. While the child kept that shared grin from all of her peers, the male teen showed a stilled sign of neutrality.
"After hearing and learning so much about her successes, our team managed to get an interview. With one of her fans, and her elder brother. They, like many others who've watched her shows, say that she is beyond being a Magician! Have a listen~"
Without any input from Saihara, the video began.
"-I always go to her shows! And I bring lil Yune with me, everytime." The girl said, increasing the hugging pressure on the plushie. Then her brother spoke up.
"I'm the one that has to take her, since Ma and Pa are usually busy with work. I admit I um...didn't think I'd like going at first. I thought that it'll just be a magic show, for kids you know? But...Yumeno Himiko really proved me wrong. Because her acts are so enjoyable-"
"-They're wonderful!-"
"-yeah they are. I mean, she does these acts that, I don't think I'd have the stomach to do. She performs dangerous acts, you know? And every single time, she's able to come out in one piece-"
"-she's very cool!-"
"-Yeah she is cool, but I'd personally say she's beyond being a Magician. She's something way more better. And I um...I can't really put it to words!"
The video paused, and Monokuma's voiced returned.
"But wait! We also got more exclusive interviews with MORE fans! Unfortunately, we were only able to salvage quotes. So...I'd suggest you get ready for a fanbase!" Four miniature sprites appeared on the upper left of the screen. Representing teens and kids, two sprites for each age group. With two ones placed underneath them. Their purpose at first, was lost on the Detective. When a few other voices left the device, and the numbers increased however, the purpose became clear. And Saihara could just stare, while his ears took in everything.
"She's fantastic!-"
"-stars from her fingertips shows her awesome-"
"-I wanna be just like her!-"
"-I want her to be my sister!-"
"-surviving underwater for a hour, is she part fish?!-"
"-I hug my Yume plushie everyday!-"
"-she gives me hope like I never felt-"
"-she's a borediac like me!-"
"-Yumeno-CHAN!-"
"-she always with me now!-"
"-I wish I could be like her-"
"-she's a better mom than my own-"
"-I want to squeeze her with many hugs!-"
"-everyone's obsessed with her, like me-"
"-I feel beautiful now because of her-"
"-she sawed off her arms and then regrew them, in a SECOND-"
"-I want to breathe fire too!-"
"-she's more than hype!-"
"-Yumeno-chan! Yumeno-chan! YUMENO-CHAN!-"
The voices grew louder and louder, more pleased than the last. Then came the chanting, in which brought more to Saihara's already hurting ears. He was about ready to either drop it, or flung it a wall.
They suddenly stopped, and all the amasing pain ceased at the current level. Silence lasted a minute, before Monokuma's voice returned once again. And Saihara had found himself actually whispering thank you, because of such.
"Her fans are all around. You got the normal and simply entertained, then you the obsessed and cultists! But you already found that out, oops!" The bear chuckled, before it appeared on the screen itself. Paws slapped down onto its stomach. "Despite how crazy some fans are, it is confirmed that Yumeno has love for them all. Or at least, the most of them. You got to have some love them after all, right? Fans buy tickets, buy souvenirs, and even plushies that look like her...if she was a customizable avatar from some game system." Monokuma leaned back and patted a ear. Before scratching at it. "Its because of that support and love from fans, Yumeno is where she is now. Ask her about it, she'll admit it before saying "its a pain", somewhere along the line. She'll even admit that she loves them in turn. And maybe, she'll show some emotion concerning a unfortunate...situation. What am I talking about? Weeeell...let's say that some of her normal fans got into some trouble. Accidents, you might call them. What kind of accidents? It's a secret! And there's only one way to find out…"
The screen suddenly shut itself off, and no other sound or voice came out. Leaving the single watcher distraught.
"What...was that? A motive video? Then it's...-but why do I have Yumeno's?" He let the device slip from his loosening grip. Then shook his head. "I'll think about this later! She needs to know!" Not spending another second just standing there, he turned and ran out into the hallway. On a mission to find Yumeno.
He'd pushed the doors open as hard as possible, and Saihara found the Magician in the dining hall, along with Gokuhara, Shinguji, Tsumugi, and Tojo. As they sent their gazes his way, he placed his hands on his knees. Regaining some breath after sprinting over. Before he could say anything or even open his mouth to do so, Yumeno took a guess.
"You got a video too?"
"Wha-What?" Was all he could reply with.
"The Mono-kub pads. That's why you're in a panic." Shinguji surmised. "We all got one as well."
"But they're all mixed up. Or at least, that's the case for ours." Tsumugi assumed, looking around at everyone else.
"That true. When Gonta watch video, Gonta saw that it was not meant for him." He rubbed the back of his neck. "It was for-"
"Gonta. We should discuss when everyone else gets here." Gonta met Tojo's eyes, and nodded. Himself falling silent.
"What do you mean "when everyone else gets here"?"
"Momota and Keebo both went to gather everyone. They'll be back here soon, so we can discuss our plans regarding these videos."
"Ah…I see." Saihara nodded at Shinguji's explanation. Then he made his way over to the table. Taking a seat with his hand planting itself to his forehead.
Just a minute after, everyone else arrived. No questions were asked regarding why they were gathered.
"Everyone, it seems like these are meant to be motives. In order to not let them influence us, we must not watch them."
"To late for that Kee-boy. I already watched mine." Ouma chimed with that trademark grin of his. K1-B0 was about to retort, and say something to his surprise. But Yumeno and Gokuhara both came out, and admitted to seeing what their videos held as well. The latter accidentally letting it slip whose video he saw.
"-like Gonta wanted to say before. The video was meant for Iruma-chan-"
"Wait, you got mine?!" Eagerness built on by interior fear, slipped past her lips. And her whole seated form sprung up. Hands slamming down on the table with her glaring. "I got yours Bugboy! So let's just trade-"
"NO!" Interjected K1-B0, swiping its arms in a dismissive manner. "If you two trade, then the rest of us will want to find out who has what video even more."
"Gonta thinks there's nothing bad about that-" Gonta asked.
"There is! The action of watching the videos meant for us, will only brew paranoia and distrust amonget us!"
"But isn't that the best thing to do?" K1-B0 let out a simple, confused "Huh", before it turned towards Ouma. Who how had everyone's eyes on him. "If we watch each others videos, we'll be cooperating. Isn't that what everyone's been saying we should do? To work together? We have the chance, right here."
Although it wanted to oppress that viewpoint, K1-B0 couldn't find any sensible words to voice such. The "Ultimate" Robot let left its mouth open. The mental, simulated processes were trying to construct any sort of "reasonable" output. And a mere mutter was the result.
"Y-Yes, but this-"
"I agree with Kiibo." Yumeno interrupted. "If though it's a pain, we should just ignore the videos. If we all do that, then we'll technically still be working together."
"Ooohh! Yumeno-chan is definitely right! If we ignore them, then we'll not have a motive." Chimed in Chabashira, obviously jumping ahead to back up the Magician. Considering their building relationship.
"Gonta thinks we do vote. So everyone can decide together."
"That doesn't sound like that bad of a idea Gonta! Let's start: All who want to watch each other's videos, or just trade your current one for the one meant for you, raise your hand!" Ouma's eyes glimmered. With the corners of his mouth stretching out. Followed by the raising of his arm into the air. Scanning his fellow peers to see who'd agree, alongside wanting to find something else. Whatever that may be, is left up to question.
"Though I'd never agree with this shitbird before, I'm gonna have to now." Iruma did the same with her hand. "I don't give a damn what the rest of you got on yours, I need to see mine pronto!"
Staying silent, Hoshi raised his hand as well. Earning a confused glance from Shirogane, and a glare from Momota.
"Hoshi-kun...why are you-"
"Because it's what it is. The motive video."
"You...want to see it because it's a damn motive?!" The Ultimate Astronaut grit his teeth. "What the hell? Does this...have to do with what you said before? When you told Amami that you'll take your own life, so that Monokuma's time motive would just stop?" Hardened fists pressed against his sides. Before one of them was raised palm facing upward. "It might not matter to you if you get killed or not. But we all want to live! Don't be this guy who thinks he has no will to live!"
"Hmph, if that's what you think, then think that." The large, black orbs of the Ultimate Tennis Pro, stared back at Momota. Fingers not making any move to lower his hat. "But I won't be changing my opinion, I got no plan to."
"W-What?"
"He just stated his opinion, and his stance on it. There's nothing to "what" about." Ouma placed his hands on the back of his head, and tilted back a bit. "Anyways, We still have a voting process to get through! No use in focusing on one opinion for too long." Momota bit back his words and just brought his fist down onto his lap. And Ouma turned his sights onto Harukawa, Yonaga, and Saihara. "How about you three hmm? You guys haven't said anything regarding our topic of discussion."
"I was just praying to Atua." Yonaga was the first of the three to finally commit to the conversation. "Atua says that we shouldn't watch any motive videos."
"Really?" Harukawa was next. "I think the same, though not entirely." Her emotions remained close to stonic as her vision shifted.
"Want to provide a reason as to why?~" Ouma's tone caught Harukawa staring daggers at him. Her mouth tightly shut, bringing on a frown. "You're not going to, aren't you?" He faked disappointment and shrugged. Not willing to try and pry a answer from her. "Oh well, that's...fine."
To the final of the three, Ouma reseted back to a grin. "Saihara-kun, what do you have to say hmm?"
"I…no. I don't think we should watch each others videos. It'll...bring very bad consequences."
"Really?...Okay!" Acting as if the Detective's vote had no meaning, Ouma moved onto all the others.
Chabashira, Yumeno, Momota's and K1-B0's views were clear. So Ouma merely pointed to each of them, and declared their votes for them. For Shinguji, Shirogane, and Gokuhara, they all also went against the video watching. Shirogane being the only one to say anything regarding individual reason. And such was agreeing with K1-B0's and Saihara's pointed out reasons. Along with stating the obvious as to why she wouldn't watch any of the videos. Opposite to Hoshi's opinion laced in his remark.
Tojo went along with the majority of the crowd. And the voting had come to a close. Getting a disappointed Ouma, and Iruma and Hoshi to turn quiet. After the ruling, The Maid asked them all if they wanted breakfast. Most of them compiled, and she briskly made her way into the kitchen. Leaving a newly form of discussion, concerning what should be done about the videos.
Despite the camera feed staying, the one It that was watching tuned out the discussion somewhat. It looked ever onward at the screen, but It's focus was placed onto the Maid. It's center fingers drummed up a pattern, a hollow beat onto Its right sided temple. Thinking on about a tiny detail. A detail that was seen before the previous day, but in a different form. Just before she asked everyone what they wanted for breakfast.
Breakage of emotion. Five seconds of it, revealing three actions. A sniff by the nostrils. Followed by a twitch of the lips. And then a flinch upon blinking of eyes.
The sniff was like all sniffs upon time taken, it being quick at taking in the air around. However, the action showed a indication of a congested nose, backed up by the sniff sounding close to an sniffle. The twitch of the lips was subtle, the action of course was common for humans to at random. Though, the lips themselves were attempting to hold steady, and a quiver was on the urge of breaking past. The flinch of blinking of the eyes, like the twitch, was a common trait to. Yet, this flinch had caused more then one blink of those eyes, there was something that had been covered up and was still being so.
Tojo Kirumi, by logical thought process, had seen and heard and felt. Seen some event transpire, heard words spoken or/and actions taken, and felt herself react. And here she was, trying to stay within the common boundaries of her common persona. Her quick asking of meal requests, may have just contributed to the observation.
She may have watched her received Motive video. The outcome was that another crack, to be created. And such a thing, can lead a persona to many paths. All tied to future actions.
Tojo Kirumi might just face a grand obstacle, if she could bring herself to.
Upon treading inward into the passageeay, light's opposite was what covered the way beyond. The shining torch from the Monopad's pushed back darkness, and revealed abandoned hallways and doors. All of the latter few to be opened. The floor within and past by now three of the doors, were covered in discarded papers and empty file folders. Walls had file cabinets attached and some desks awaiting inspection. Powered down and lost of life computers were seen as well, their present opting Akamatsu to pay them attention first. While Monokid, who had recovered from 'his' swearing-revenge phase, was attending to the floor. Just for anything beyond blank or beyond readable paper.
Currently, they both were inspecting the same desk. She was seated in a chair going through the drawers. While 'he' was looking for an outlet and any long disconnected wires. The Monokub had the most trouble, due to the human female hogging the light's usage for most of their spent time. Which brought out a "Gah" from Monokid, before 'his' paw punched the desk's above him. Making the blonde turn away from what she was currently doing, and pull her seat out to see the Monokub.
"What's the problem now?" She asked, well knowing what it was since this was the fourth time Monokid acted in this manner. The small, almost unnoticeable rollable camera perched on her shoulder, could confirm such with it's live going feed.
"Gaaaah!" Monokid simply let out, before turning 'his' back towards her. Resuming 'his' current duty.
"Again?" Akamatsu groaned, before shining the light towards Monokid. "I already told you how we were going to do this. I check out half of what's up here, then you get the light. Once you find what could power this computer on, you give the light back to me, and I go through the rest of these drawers. Did you not listen to me, the other THREE times I explained this?"
"Gaaah!" Another Monokub paw met the desk, gaining a more louder sounding groan from Akamatsu.
"I- You shouldn't have other things on your mind right now. You need to focus, or else we won't find what we need to." The bear scoffed, not finding any sense of thankfulness or self accomolishment upon seeing the wires. 'He' just grabbed ahold of the bunch, all close in proximity of each other. Then sent a glare over 'his' shoulder. "What? Do you want to have your ability to walk taken away? Or for that thing to beat you up again?" 'He' shook 'his' head. Mumbling recorded mumbles as 'he' turned back to the work at hand. Proceeding on with checking the wires, seeing if any were still intact, for all previous ones had their plugs dented or their forms entirely fired. In luck, Monokid found nothing of the sort for these, along with any of negative conditions 'he' knew of.
Once 'he' found the outlet however, the loudest "GAH" was made by 'his' vocal lines. With 'him' intetionally banging 'his' ears upward. Before Akamatsu could ask about what was found, Monokid immediately made 'his' way out from under there. Shooting up onto 'his' feet, with quick motions of stomping on the ground following.
"The wires were burnt out again huh?" The bear shook 'his' head. "The outlet was busted?" He nodded, beginning to pace back and forth with paws squeezing 'his' ears.
Although she wasn't expecting that specfic outcome, she merely sighed and accepted it. Going back to examine the drawers and their possible contents. Or at least she was about to. Monokid had interrupted her by suddenly hitting the back of her chair.
"What is it?" 'He' then kicked at the chair. Making Akamatsu get onto her feet, shining the light directly at Monokid. "Why are you attacking the chair for? Did I do something?" With a form nod, the bear walked up to her and poked hard at her leg. "What did I do to make you so angry now? I'm just looking through each place we've come across, and seeing if any of the computers can work! Is that anbad thing to you?"
"Hell Yeah!" 'He' formed an unidentifiable shape with 'his' hands. Leaving the blonde stumped. "What are you trying to show me? I can't tell because you're hands are just...laying flat against each other." Monokid stomped the ground rapidly and attempted to reach into one of her pockets. Earning a hard palm holding 'him' back from doing so. "What the heck? You want something from me?" 'He' nodded, and then pointed at her left handed pocket. Though this brought on even more confusion onto her, Akamatsu reached down and pulled out the paper she got from the Intervener. "This thing?"
"Hell Yeah!" 'His' hands reached out, awaiting for her to place the paper in one of 'his' paws. She hesitated, biting at her inner cheek and lip. Directing her Monopad's light to illuminate the upper half of the paper's contents. Reading it over for the fifth time. Eyes looking from side to side, unsure if she could trust the bear holding this paper for just a second.
She came to a decision, and chose to read off what was listed instead. "A dozen pieces of scrap metal(*). Files related to the players. And...a movable cart to help with *your* future tasks." She finished the reading, and looked back at Monokid. "There, I read off what we must find. Do you still have a problem?" Feet stomped together in sync with another nod, was Monokid's response. "Then show me what's your problem! If this paper isn't it, then what is?"
All 'he' did was direct Akamatsu's sight to the computer, and then back at 'him'. Proceeding to undergo a series of motions using 'his' arms. Pointing at the computer again, he shook his arms dimmisively. Then he pointed towards the note in Akamatsu's hands. Forming a equal equivalent sign, before 'he' pulled one arm out and slammed it down on the other.
"I...see now. You're irritated because I want to see if any of the computers have anything on them. Instead of looking for what's on the list." She breathed deeply and gnetly scratched her shoulder. Prompting the rolling camera to move back and around to the other shoulder. "I just...- the thing told me that there was something here I was supposed to see. I thought that if we could somehow start one of these computers up, I might find what that might be. But no, so far each one is just beyond saving." She crossed her arms. "Don't know why you're just focusing on me though. You've been helping me out- what are you doing now?"
Monokid was now spelling out a w order for Akamatsu. One letter at a time using two to three arm motions. After the first four were made know to the blonde. She let her lips form a distasteful, pouted frown.
"Hypocrite." Monokid clapped 'his' paws and pointed right at Akamatsu. Who only deepen her frown. "I'm a hypocrite? What about you? You're over here irritated at me when you should be at yourself as well. I asked you to help, you could've just refused. So if you're thinking I'M wasting our time, think about yourself in the same way."
"HAHAHAAHA!" 'His' pre-recorded voice laughing, 'he' slapped at 'his' knees. Almost stumbling over in newly brewed joy. A joy in which, was born from an observation the bear was apparently able to make. As for the pianist girl, she just kept her current expression. Biting down any other words or questions. And she just turned herself around, not noticing the cause of the bear's unusual reaction.
As she went back to looking through the drawers, the watcher of the unfolded event caught onto the apparent joy starter. Akamatsu was using a common method in a confrontation conversation. One that the bear just recently used, though not for the same purpose. It being intended or not remains to be discovered.
Diverting. The act of which one person or many, may switch the perspective or subject by a small bit, to avoid providing time or attention, towards what might have been said or outrightly presented. It is standard for the shy, for the guilty, and for a few other types of people. The people categorized by this method, don't want to confront others. They don't want to face the truth regarding their actions. They don't want to hear the wordsor reasonings, or even acknowledge their fellow bear breathen for a committed murder. They don't want to take in another line of input, from another who speaks a different truth from their own.
The persona of Akamatsu Kaede, was one of these people. She proved as such on many occasions, and would it even more in the future. It was true that held some of hypocrisy. As everyone and all persona do in some part of their life. But she refused to think upon it for long, to give it anything more then a single second of notice. It was a flaw, a negative, a weakness. And she didn't want to think about such things, not after she's been through a day of it. So here she was just now, with one she diverted the perspective of hypocrisy onto Monokid. And currently, shut the subject down with diverting silence, along with continuing a process of inspection.
That was, until the last drawer held something other then empty space. The Monopad's light shined down onto the visible file, illuminating the beige cover and the lettering scribbled in the center.
Player ST.
The frown of pouting dissolved into thin lips. Iliac eyes showing suprise as her hands reached down, and brought the file up. Revealing that the said file was in fact, lying on top of another. It was the same color, and although the scribblied word was the same, the two letters were not.
Player AR.
Curiously, she pulled that that file out as well. Then set them both aside. Seeing as there was no other files within, Akamatsu closed the drawer. Turning her full attention onto the files.
The flipped them both open together, and her eyes widened like saucers. They both contained stapled together pages, reports on two specific individuals. The letters on the front gave them away easily, but the blonde didn't make the connection. She just looked to one present picture, and then onto the next. Diverting herself even more away from the previous subject, until it was placed at the back and bottom of her mind.
Shirogane Tsumugi, and Amami Rantaro. They were the apparent players. And the info from the first page of each report, entailed personal information: Who were their parents, their specfic age measuring from years to recorded seconds, detailed likes and dislikes beyond one particular thing for each, personalities broken down into listing possibilities regarding natural science and experiences, and etc. However, the Ultimate Talent for Rantaro remained a mystery.
All Akamatsu could muster to say, reading through just the first page, was a common reaction:
"Who did this? When did they? And just...why?"
Like all previously borned questions, they weren't going to get answer. As for none of the pages offer anything of the sort. The pages will just provide ammunition for predications and theroies. And a source to divert all the attention Akamatsu could give, away from her personal personality truth.