A/N: Ah…stupid finals and internet ganging up on me… D: IT'S A CONSPIRACY, I TELL YOU.
*cough* Anyway, hopefully this chapter wasn't delayed TOO long.
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Just a note, this chapter is mainly flashback. …Yeah, I know that doesn't help me catch up, but what can you do? Sometimes you just need the flashbacks.
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Survivor of a Cataclysm
Stepping off the bobbing vessel that had brought them there, Akako shivered. The temperature wasn't the cause of it, if anything; the islands were somewhat of a warmer climate. Sending chills down her spine was the magic surrounding the island; Kuroba and Akako had to specifically board a ship with a wizard as the captain. In order to board at all, they had to prove that they knew of the arts and could use them. The latter detail almost prevented Kuroba from accompanying her, but after some persuasion, he was allowed on as 'her faithful servant'. He wasn't happy with the title, but the magic didn't seem to bother him at all; Akako, however, sensed a feeling of danger from the power filling the air.
Leaving them with only a map, the wizard who brought them to the port sailed off into the magical mist. There was only one safe path through the fog; stray from that path…and the outcome was much the same as that of the forest near her home: dangerous. Affording the ride there hadn't been cheap, but Akako didn't care. All she needed was the information that the islands held.
Wind blowing, Kuroba had to tighten his grip on the map as he went over its ragged lines. "…There isn't much here at all. According to this; out of all twelve of the islands, in total there are only fifteen buildings…most of them pretty small." With Akako hanging over his shoulder, he pointed at the northern tip of the largest island. "This is where we are now…and this is where we'll have to stay." Finger on the square labeled 'Lodging', Kuroba sighed. "It doesn't look that far on this map, but I get the feeling were in for a long, long walk…"
Both not admiring the beach as a camping ground, they began their trek down the path on the map. Stepping-stones leading the way, the two put one foot in front of the other at a steady pace. Dying down due to the surrounding trees, the wind was no longer a hassle for the paper in Kuroba's hands. Able to read with more accuracy, he pondered over one of the names on the paper. "That's…weird."
Not enjoying the silence much herself, Akako took the conversation starter, "What is?"
"Well…the name of the main island – the one we're on." Looking back at her for a straying second, he went back to staring at the map. "It does sound weird, but…it also sounds…familiar somehow."
"Familiar?" Curious, Akako asked, "What's its name?"
"Luen'Dal."
Blinking, Akako contemplated the name herself. There was something behind it, something important, but she just couldn't place her finger on it. Knowing full well there'd be an entire week to go over the details, she tucked away the thought for later use.
Each of the teenagers at a loss for words, they instead took in their passing surroundings. Clouded skies and the light purple mist gave for an eerie atmosphere amongst the greenery. Luscious and full were the trees and grasses, sparkles playing on their leaves. Even without seeing any of the buildings yet, Akako could tell they would look to be from an older century: everything about the place seemed to have been ripped from hundreds of years prior; including the pure, concentrated magic. So dense that she could see it, Akako had to wonder what the sight would be like from Hattori's point of view.
Most likely finished memorizing all of the locations and paths, Kuroba stored the neatly folded map in his pocket. Fixing the hat that was resting on his head; he slowed his pace and looked around with an air of caution. Noticing this, Akako also went about her own scan of the area. Focusing usually on the path behind them, Akako was surprised as she bumped into Kuroba who had suddenly stopped. Hand in his pocket – the pocket where he kept his card gun – Kuroba stared sternly at the body hesitantly stepping out from the trees ahead of them.
Wide eyed, the young woman – looking to be in her early thirties – continually stared at Kuroba. Short brown hair that dangled in front of her brown eyes swayed as the wind made its way through the trees. Hand over her heart, almost as if she was sure she was dead, she slowly shook her head, "N-No…what was I thinking…" Confusing the two with this statement, she took on a thoughtful smile, "You two must be the ones who arrived from the boat a few minutes ago. Please, follow me; I'll lead you to the Lodging."
About to take her advice, Akako was held back by Kuroba's outstretched arm. She didn't understand; the captain had mentioned that one of the islanders would possibly come to lend them a hand, so why was Kuroba being so cautious? Answering her question, he stated, "We'll follow you, but…only if you tell us what you were so shocked about. The way you were staring at me…it looked as if you'd seen a ghost."
"Yes, that's a fitting description," the woman admitted, "but…I'm afraid that's all that was behind it: you just look like someone I knew – exactly like him. Of course, he passed away…a long, long time ago…"
Still equipped with a suspicious stare, Kuroba lowered his arm and followed, Akako close behind him. Wondering just what had caused Kuroba's sudden change in attitude, Akako walked on through the mist and her own curiosity. Until the opportune moment came when she and Kuroba could talk in private, she could only guess at what had suddenly hit one of the thief's nerves.
As Kuroba had predicted, it was indeed a long, long walk. Hiking over countless hills and through many forests, Akako felt as if she was in the middle of some jungle – minus the heat, humidity, and animals. She didn't want to encounter any creatures, but the fact that not a single living thing seemed to be lurking past the maze of grasses put her on edge. On that island, she, Kuroba, and the woman they were following seemed to be the only life forms present. In Akako's opinion, it was like some bad horror flick. Chuckling a bit, she realized that among the three she would most likely be the crazed murderer stalking about in that movie. After what seemed like hours of amusing herself and ignoring the feeling of tension around her, Akako finally spotted the building, which she assumed to be the Lodging, in the distance.
Having been given many complaints that they had withheld, both Akako and Kuroba were more than happy to see the house – or makeshift hotel – since it was another sign of human life, apart from the woman ahead of them. Running as if the journey there hadn't occurred, Kuroba darted for the front door. Behind him came Akako and the woman, who Akako observed to be smiling. It was almost as if she was reminiscent. …Was she noticing the resemblance Kuroba had to the deceased man again?
Slowing her pace as the thought occurred to her; Akako stared at the woman's back as she passed. Making sure that her deceleration appeared to be from fatigue, Akako began deducing. '…Kuroba looks like someone that passed away. …Kuroba looks like Kudo. ...It's possible…' she shook her head, '…no…it's more than possible…it's likely. …Highly likely.' Considering all the facts from before and the facts surfacing at that moment, Akako gradually pieced the information together.
The similar appearance between Kuroba and Kudo, Houseki's statement that they'd find information at the islands, one of the islanders 'recognizing' Kuroba… There were a few blanks still empty, but Akako had the generalization in her mind. She wasn't certain on most of it, but there was one deduction that she was confident – that she knew – was correct: the one who the woman mistook Kuroba for was Hoshi Volley.
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Opening the doors, Kaito was amazed at the interior of the building. Almost certainly made hundreds of years ago, the furniture, the walls, the ceiling – everything – it all looked brand new. If it weren't for his gut convincing him of its age, Kaito could've been persuaded to believe the contractors who had built it only left seconds before. The lack of people within would've only swayed his opinion further.
Almost as if to prove him wrong, a body approached from a hall to the side. Hearing Koizumi gasp behind him, most likely in awe of the building, Kaito felt the woman brush by him. Over his amazement, Kaito continued his cold look towards the woman.
He would've went on for some time to come if the boy who had entered the room hadn't exclaimed, "Shinjo-sama!? Y-You led the newcomers here!?"
"Yes, I did." Smiling at the boy's shock, she laughed, "I know you all think of me as some priestess, but really…I'm just as ordinary as the rest of you. My only difference…is my age."
'…Age?' Confused at the remark, Kaito pondered what she meant by that. It was obvious that she was older than the boy – he was only beginning his teen years – so why would she point that out? There was something about the way she had said it that made Kaito believe she wasn't as she appeared to be. Also adding to his cautious attitude were the words his father had muttered in advice.
It had been faint, but Kaito heard the words quite clearly. As Shinjo came into his sights, his father had said, '…She…is like Houseki.'
Benevolent in atmosphere, Shinjo instructed the boy to begin setting out lunch. Motioning for them to follow, Shinjo led them to a room that was best described – in Kaito's opinion – as the lobby. Taking a seat and hinting that they should do the same, Shinjo crossed her hands on her lap. "We will do all we can here to aid you. Before that, however, first I need to know: Why have you come here?" Indifference lining her eyes, she restated the question, "You needn't keep any secrets, they'll be safe on this island. But I must know: What is the reason behind your coming here?"
Never very trustworthy of anyone, Kaito answered vaguely, "We need some information…information that can only be found here, we've heard."
"Only a select few even know of the islands, let alone the Malinkai Archives." Investigating them from head to toe, it was Shinjo's turn to be suspicious. "From whom did you hear this information?" Adding to her suspicion came their silence. Confident, she went on in their place, "I'm afraid if you want access to the secrets in the Archives, you must first reveal some of your own. I only ask; who told you about this place?"
"…someone you may know." Koizumi conceded. Taking a breath, she let out the name. "…Houseki Pandora."
Any and all calmness Shinjo had prior to the words had instantly vanished. Wide eyed, speechless, growing pale…even her breath was shallow. Almost worried for her condition, Kaito was distracted as some glasses fell and broke to the side. Standing still with an expression coinciding with Shinjo's, the boy stood paralyzed. Careful of the broken shards on the floor, the boy ran a few steps forward before shouting, "H-How dare you say that name!? Don't you realize-"
"That's enough." Redeeming her air of authority, Shinjo halted the boy's yells with a mere raise of the hand. Still quite pale, her eyes shook as she asked, "…Are you sure that was the name of your informant?" At the nod shared between Koizumi and Kaito, Shinjo's head fell slightly. "…and here I thought you two were just looking for one of the spells here. But of course…why else would I get the notion to lead you here myself?"
Calming down, the boy suggested, "…Shall I get the key to the Archives?"
"Yes." Before he had the chance to leave, Shinjo stopped him with one more order. "We will not be venturing to the Archives, instead, would you please get these books, Chino-kun?" Snapping her fingers, she somewhat surprised Kaito as she used magic to conjure up a list.
Watching the boy go, Kaito felt inclined to question, "So…did we not reveal enough of our secrets to be allowed into the library?"
Shaking her head, Shinjo glanced over her shoulder, "I'm afraid you've misunderstood. Going to the Archives would just be a waste of time. There's a much faster method…
"I'll tell you about her myself."
"What?" Blinking at the conclusion that the words implied, Kaito checked to see if the implication was true, "You…You knew Houseki…personally?"
From beside him, Koizumi added on to his inquiry with one of her own – one that Kaito had to wonder just where she had stumbled upon it. "Regardless of the answer to Kuroba-kun's question, did you know someone named Hoshi Volley?"
"H-Hoshi-kun?" Reacting in much the same way she had upon hearing Houseki's name, this time her shock subsided much quicker. "…I-I mean Volley-kun. …He never did like people calling him Hoshi-kun..." Refocusing, she stared up concerned, mostly concentrating on Kaito. "…and how…did you come to know of his existence? She isn't…after you…is she?"
Surprised at her amount of knowledge, Kaito began to feel trustworthier of the woman in front of him. Her atmosphere didn't seem to be a bad one and she seemed apprehensive about Houseki herself. Denying her accusation, Kaito was hesitant before adding, "Not me…but someone else we know."
Interrupted in the middle of her question, Shinjo glanced at the door as Chino came running through with a pile of books in his hands. There weren't very many books, but they were each thick; at least four hundred pages. Setting them on the table, he looked up at Shinjo with a small guilt. "I-I hope you don't mind, Shinjo-sama, but I asked the librarian there to use a call spell to find them. I-I didn't want to keep you waiting…"
"That's fine." Smiling, she praised him, "That was actually a good idea. These people have come a long way for their information. To keep them waiting would be rude."
Staring at the books on the table – each without any words on the covers – Koizumi gaped. "These…these have all been preserved…six…no…at least seven times each!"
Done his job, Chino went about quietly leaving. However, Shinjo stopped him. "I have another task for you, if you're up for it."
Immediately nodding at the statement, Chino waited with a new vigor for the instructions. He either loved to work, or really wanted to please Shinjo – which of the two was right? Kaito had no idea. Picking out one – somehow knowing which one she wanted – she held it out to the eager boy. "…I know the old writing might be difficult to read, but please…will you read the passages I tell you from this book?"
Taking the book with a nod, Chino carefully flipped it open to the first page. Waiting for the next order, he stared at Shinjo. Not one to disappoint, she gave it, "Begin reading from the start. I'll stop you when you need to." Understanding, he cleared his throat, and – although appearing somewhat nervous – read with a strong voice.
"…'Magic – of high power and use, not one could expect the destruction played out by its ruthless hands. Life brought to those of deathly condition, wreckage repaired by its smooth touch, the people were blindsided as the gift ran through the land rampant – destroying all in its path.'
"'Year Rerru, Cycle Wo, Day 6 – This date will be forever known as the day of darkness. Experimenting with powers beyond his control, one wizard became corrupted by the shadowed magic passed to our world from the Youkai-Oni. From what was heard, the spell made him powerful almost to the degree of the Demon King. Never could anyone imagine such a threat, nor would they want to. Cannibalism overcoming he along with those soulless in his path, the world seemed to almost be at its end. However, hope prevailed as the priests and priestesses gathered their strength against the tyrant.'
"'Although it was the force that saved the world from destruction, magic was banned. Any to use it would be highly judged; looked down upon as devils. Peace prevailed afterwards, human life once again restored to normalcy.'
"'To follow are the details-'"
"Stop there, Chino-kun." Hand waving for the boy to halt, she returned it to its position on her lap. Patiently, she waited for the questions to come.
With only the small passage they had heard, Kaito and Koizumi's conclusions were solely based on their guesses. Knowing naturally that this was the way Shinjo passed on information, Kaito began the questioning, "…You're…You're not telling us…that wizard corrupted by 'shadowed magic'…was Hoshi…are you?"
Shaking her head as he had hoped she would, Shinjo corrected him, "No. …That wizard went by a different name. Unfortunately, even I don't know what his name was. No one was to know his name. They feared if said, his name would release him, or some other nonsense."
Crossing her arms, it was Koizumi's turn to speak, "…So then why did you bother telling us that? Don't get me wrong, I do find it fascinating, but…"
"…I apologize for interrupting, but I believe I know why Shinjo-sama made me read that." Glancing toward the woman with the question in his eyes, Chino continued as she nodded approvingly. "I recall the story from my studies. That event was known as the Rerru-Wo Cataclysm. It ties in with…that woman. …her, and the Doom-La Cataclysm."
"…'Doom-La Cataclysm'?" Brow raised, Kaito puffed, "…I get the 'Doom' part, but why 'La'?"
"That's an old wizard way of keeping track of the years. Letters of the English alphabet were assigned to numbers; one consonant and one vowel each." Noticing that Kaito's brow hadn't dropped, Shinjo went on. "By switching between the vowels and consonants, names that sounded like words were assigned to the years and weeks of the months."
Clapping her hands in recollection, Koizumi smiled. "Ah, you're talking about the Asu-Ra calendar, right?" Smile fading, she placed her thumb on her chin in thought. "I think I had managed to remember the letters assigned to the numbers, but I could never fully remember the placement of them or the cycles."
Lost in the conversation he had started, Kaito slouched in his seat. Desperate to be able to understand the debate once more, Kaito attempted to change the topic, "So…if what you read was about the Rerru-Wo Cataclysm, then what's the story behind the Doom-La Cataclysm?"
Putting down the book about the Rerru-Wo Cataclysm, Chino waited for Shinjo to tell which he should read from next. To his surprise, her order was different than he expected, "Chino-kun…
"Please state what you know about the Doom-La Cataclysm."
Suddenly appearing to be quite a bit less eager, Chino took a step back. Consoling him, Shinjo stated, "Don't be anxious. Why do you think I let you, specifically, stay around these people? I knew you were the brightest student in class, even at your age. I thought this would be a good final project. …You don't need to stand, come now: sit." Blinking, she added, "Oh yes…
"…don't be afraid to mention her name, either. Now, go on, Chino-kun."
Listening to the suggestion, he took an empty spot. Staring at his knees, he took one long breath before starting. "…Year Doom, Cycle La, Day 3. Centuries prior to this date, the ban in place after the Rerru-Wo Cataclysm had started to lose its hold on the people. This specific date marked the beginning of…of Houseki's rampage." Hesitating after the name, he quickly refocused, "Using the same demonic magic as the tyrant from the Rerru-Wo, she brought about countless deaths across the land. Unlike the first Cataclysm, the Doom-La Cataclysm was far more destructive. Having lost the magical knowledge they should've had access to before the ban, the priests and priestesses were no match as H-Houseki slaughtered them…
"No one quite knows why, but a select few – all from the Luen'Dal area – were blessed with her mercy. Scaling the globe, she wiped out nearly all human life. Only the handful from Luen'Dal remained: a majority of them young and ignorant." At this point, Chino began to shift his eyes, glancing at Shinjo constantly. "…None…None are sure of her exact motives, or…where she disappeared to. To avoid any further cataclysms, this tale is only told to certain bodies: those who swear to never look for the dark magic." Staring at Shinjo almost as if he were using telepathy, he waited for her nod before continuing. "The last detail left, the most bloodcurdling of anything Houseki stated…
"…was 'I will return, be waiting…Suru.'"
Finished with his speech, Chino went back to staring at his knees, fidgeting with his hands. Hanging onto every word, listening to the best of his ability, Kaito still sat in confusion. Worrying thoughts gathering in his mind, he dared the question that was eating away at it, "Shinjo-san…All this talk about a cataclysm and Houseki…I'm not sure if we're thinking about the same person. I mean…" he scurried about mentally for the phrase, "…nearly all human life wiped out, priests and priestesses, and her disappearing for such a time that people would say 'none are sure where she is'… the Houseki we've met is thirty-seven years old. …I think we'd know if some apocalyptic event happened thirty-seven years ago, even if it was before we were born."
Pale once more and even more apprehensive, Chino stuttered, "…'Houseki you've met'…? She's…She's resurfaced?" Shaking as he counted on his fingers, his pupils shrunk as he finished. "…then…that only leaves-"
"Chino-kun, that's enough." Stopping him once again, Shinjo's face was stern, underlined with a slight fear.
Frustrated and craving the truth, Kaito barked, "No, that's not enough." Standing, he slammed his palms onto the table, "Sorry if I'm being a bit assertive here, but I was under the impression you were going to be straight with us; that you were going to avoid keeping secrets. We came here to get answers; answers we've waited weeks to find, and by this damn Rerru-Wo Cataclysm or whatever the hell it is, we're going to get those answers."
Gazing at Kaito with wide eyes, they soon narrowed with sorrow. Closing them, she smiled with forfeit. "…Yes, you're absolutely right. Secrets are difficult to tell, as you know." Pausing for a short moment, she looked up once more, her confidence surfacing. "I'm afraid as right as you are; I'm not quite ready to spill everything just yet." Angering Kaito, she noticed and put up her hand to calm him. "…Don't worry; you're here for the week, correct? I will give you a code to solve: if you get it correct, I will tell you everything I know – no stalls, no delays – you will have my complete knowledge about that woman; if wrong, I will provide a safe transportation back to the mainland and you will learn nothing more than you know now."
Fuming at this point, Kaito couldn't help but yell, "Damn it, this is just some sort of excuse! You already said that you would tell us what you knew about her, so tell us already!"
Snapping her fingers conjuring up yet another piece of paper, Shinjo stared back indifferent. "Yes, I am aware of that. However…as Chino-kun was elaborating for you, I realized something: if Houseki is indeed back, you will need a high intelligence to face her. Compared to the degree you'd need to equal her knowledge, this code I've made should be nothing."
More understanding than Kaito at that moment, Koizumi took the paper with a thankful nod. As soon as the code left her fingers, Shinjo stood up. Beckoning for Chino, she whispered in his ear before disappearing around a corner. Somewhat afraid of Kaito, the boy went up to Koizumi. "Please…follow me to your rooms."
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Quite late, the comfy beds in the room would've been alluring if not for Shinjo's code. Determined to solve it as quickly as possible, Kuroba had forced Akako to his rooms in order for them to both contemplate it. His room, like hers, was spacious, with two beds inside. Thinking it over, she assumed they got separate rooms either because of changing worries or they just had that much vacancy to fill. Yawning at the late hour, Akako looked over the note once more with Kuroba.
R M M T R
A U U I A
R U M I R
A M U T A
A U M T A
A M U I R
Although some of the rows had combined letters that sounded like words, Akako only looked upon them as a scrambled mess. Kuroba, however, glared at them like some notorious thief…one unlike himself, of course. Below the code was a hint…at least, it was labeled 'hint'. In Akako's opinion it was more like Shinjo's advice.
The code above should be simple.
Applying your knowledge and making conclusions without the evidence to back them - acting on instinct alone - however, is not. Believe in your deduction and come forth with it. I guarantee if you stumble upon the answer, you will know it is right. If any doubt exists, your solution is the wrong one.
Unwilling to risk the chance of some drowsy contemplation, Akako suggested, "Hey…why don't we turn in for now? We can do some research tomorrow…"
"No."
Groaning not only in annoyance but fatigue as well, Akako slouched forward. "Ugh…damn stubborn pig you are, Kuroba-kun. …Come on, we have an entire week to figure that thing out. For now, we should rest."
Still scrutinizing the page, he replied without giving her a second glance, "We've already stalled long enough. Who knows what could be happening in Beika City as we speak?"
Little known to either of the two; at that moment 'Irene' was convincing Ran that 'she' would sleep on the floor, not the same bed. Of course, on the islands, their best guesses were A) he was attempting to show off his skills to the stubborn Sonoko or B) he had finally gone through with turning Hattori into a chicken. Neither was true, but Kuroba seemed to have a good laugh at his thought.
Tired and irritated, Akako fell back on the bed and stuffed a pillow over her face. If she fell asleep like that, so be it. At least that way she'd get some sleep. Unfortunately, Kuroba seemed to frown heavily on any slumber. Pulling away the pillow, his aggravated face met hers, both of their stares sending sparks flying. Eyebrow twitching, Kuroba remarked, "Oi…no sleepin' on the job."
Feeling the light whack to her face from the pillow Kuroba had seized, Akako stole it back. Riled up, she held it high in the air, "I'll beat you into next week!"
Making a move to dodge the weapon, Kuroba stopped halfway, immediately after Akako's voiced threat. Hit pointblank by the pillow and lacking the support in his legs – drained by the realization – he fell lightly to the ground. Staring off in thought, he seemed non-responsive. Just as Akako was worried she might've damaged something, he asked, "…You said you knew the…'Asu-Ra' calendar, right?"
"Yeah…" pillow lowering; she watched as he scuttled about the room, "…why do you ask?"
Locating the items he was looking for – a pen and paper – he handed them to her, "Write down which letters go with each number."
"…Can't I do it tomorrow?"
"Koizumi-chan, you know how annoying I can be." Admitting this, he put his hands on her shoulders. "I swear… you won't get a wink of sleep while I'm frustrated." Showing on his face, the agitation grew as he held up the code, "…and as long as this code has me completely baffled…I'm frustrated.
"…in other words: write the Asu-Ra calendar information and you can sleep."
Enjoying the sound of that deal, Akako went about writing out the numbers and their coinciding letters. To keep herself awake, she spoke while writing. "Let's see… the vowels are just in order twice from one to zero so…"
1 – A, 2 – E, 3 – I, 4 – O, 5 – U, 6 – A, 7 – E, 8 – I, 9 – O, 0 – U
Tapping the pen against her cheek, Akako stalled. With Kuroba hovering impatiently over her shoulder, she puffed, "…Before I said I 'managed' to remember the letters assigned to their numbers. That's past tense; as in 'I don't remember all that clearly'. Not to mention…" she yawned intentionally, "…this fatigue of mine really isn't helping."
"Wow…you must really be tired then." Bending in ever closer, he smiled mockingly, "…You'd better remember those consonants faster then, huh?
"…MY EYE!"
"…Never irritate a witch at close range when she has a viable weapon at hand." Examining the pen as Kuroba complained about 'cheap shots', Akako observed, "…Huh, it might be harder but I think the wand delivers a longer lasting sting. …What do you think Kuroba-kun?"
Completely displeased and grumpy, he merely stated, "…get writing." As Akako raised the pen with a violent glare, he quickly added while covering his eye, "…please?"
Knowing that he wasn't one to say please, Akako acknowledged his plea and went about pondering the missing letters. "…Okay…Asu-Ra… Asu…Oh, right! Ra!" Scribbling an 'r' after 1 – A, Akako looked down with confidence. "Ra is for one. Now, two…"
Writing on and off for what felt like the entire night, Akako stared at the final draft she had written up. Glancing at the clock, she was surprised to find only about an hour had gone by: an hour which, partway through, Kuroba had fallen asleep. Ticked off that he had taken the opportunity that she had longed for, she whacked him with the cushion from the chair inside the room.
Waking with a start, Kuroba scratched his chin as he realized what had happened. Barely having the strength while she woke him up, Akako yawned one last time before she fell onto the bed. Before dozing off, she muttered, "I finished…that stupid list."
Closing her eyes, the last thing she saw was Kuroba staring at the sheet; its contents: 1 – (R, A), 2 – (S, E), 3 – (T, I), 4 – (L, O), 5 – (N, U), 6 – (B, A), 7 – (D, E), 8 – (C, I), 9 – (W, O), 0 – (M, U)
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Practically falling asleep in his breakfast, Kuroba could barely keep a general conversation that morning. Other than that hour she had been awake, Akako wouldn't doubt that he had been up the entire night. If that were the case, he probably hadn't cracked the code. Most would've felt sorry, but Akako didn't. 'It was his choice…I even warned him.'
Finished eating – all three bites – he abandoned the leftovers on the table as he tumbled toward the hallway. Watching him as she had finished her food, with nothing to do, Akako followed. Strolling into a hallway, she chuckled as she caught him in her sights again.
Snoring against his room's door, he had somehow managed to sleep there standing up, his only support being his cheek on the door and his feet, which were firmly set in place. Unable to resist, Akako snuck around him carefully and turned the knob. Being a door that you push, Kuroba's weight forced it open as soon as Akako let go, causing the drowsy male to fall to the floor.
Startled and confused, he repeatedly looked from left to right in a dazed panic, "The fish and squirrels are teaming up and-and-and!" Calming down in an instant, Kuroba sighed, "…M-Man…that's the last time I eat the food here…"
"Are you kidding? You barely touched your plate." Amused by the stuttered yelps made by the thief in aftermath of his short dream, Akako closed the door behind her. "…Besides, if you don't eat what they serve us, you'll starve by the end of the week."
Seeming to have ignored every single word she had said, he slowly made his way to his bed – the one Akako hadn't occupied the night before. About to keel over any second, he mumbled, "…Wake me…in an hour." With the short statement he collapsed onto the comforting mattress, his legs hanging over the edge.
About to leave and break the promise by letting him sleep until he naturally woke up, something caught her eye before she made it to the door. Scattered about the lone desk in the room were papers. Notes, drawings, arrows, numbers – there were countless markings all over them. Among all of the sheets, only two remained nearly untouched: her sheet on the Asu-Ra calendar and Shinjo's code. Judging by what he had written, Akako assumed that Kuroba had actually made some progress. Looking over his writing once more, she noticed many circles and underlines.
Answers – he already had some answers figured out. Spirits rising, she focused on the highlighted words he had written.
Rerru-Wo: 1(2,7)11(5,0) – 9(4,9) Day 6 – ??
Doom-La: 7(4,9)(4,9)0 – 4(1,6) Day 3 – ??
Suru: 2(5,0)1(5,0) *2010*
Rerru, Doom, Suru: YEARS
2010.
VOLLEY COMET: Every 10,000 Years 10,000 – R(M,U x4)
Reading over the words and numbers scattered about, Akako was surprised as certain things began to piece together. She didn't understand all of Kuroba's notes, but he did. He was approaching the answer. …No.
…He already had the answer.
No marks had been made on the Asu-Ra decryption, but one small thing had been added to the code's sheet. Resembling a copy of the code sheet he had thrown off to the side, Kuroba had written 10,031 at the top of the original. Circled and underlined, it stood out the most amongst the information before her. …Was that the answer?
Thinking carefully over her own knowledge, Akako attempted to tie in the number with what she knew. Somehow, just like what Shinjo had written, she was positive that the number was indeed what they were looking for. Scanning over Kuroba's information once more, she was surprised that she found herself adding onto his notes. Just when had she picked up the pen that was now in her hand?
Thoughts racing, she began the investigation behind an idea that had popped into her mind. Using simple mathematics, she came across something: something that, although shocking, fit well into place. Smiling to hide her small paranoia, she murmured, "…10,000 minus 2010…" crossing out both of Kuroba's previously written '7(4,9)(4,9)0's, she replaced them with a confident clear number; "…7990."
Year 7990 BC – 10,000 years ago – that was the date of the Doom-La Cataclysm. …But the answer was 10,031, not 10,000. Curious about the misplaced 31, Akako went about another subtraction. "Okay… 8021. That would be…"
(C,I)(M,U)(S,E)(R,A)
Scratching her head, Akako pondered over the letters. There really wasn't a system behind how the Asu-Ra calendar named things, she recalled, usually they just picked a name from the combined letters they thought fit. Knowing this, she went about her own experimentation, "Cusa…Imer…Cuer…Iusa…Imea…?" Frustrated, she dropped the pen in order to ruffle her hair in irritation. "…None of those make sense! But they should!"
"…Taking that code to heart…huh?" Still sounding quite drowsy, Kuroba glanced at the clock. "…I said an hour but…fifteen minutes works I guess."
"…Sometimes I have to wonder where you get your energy from." Blinking, she stared behind him. "Although…I suppose that could be because of your father."
Unable to see the ghostly parent, Kuroba merely smiled over his shoulder. "If that's the case, I'm really thankful. …Anyway," he focused back at Akako, and then at the papers, "…did you find something out?"
Nodding, she went about explaining her findings, along with her problem. "10,031 years ago, the year was 8021. Now…10,000 years ago the year was 7990 – in the Asu-Ra calendar – Doom. Any of the words I come up with for 8021 don't make any sense. I mean…she said use the knowledge we have, right? If that's the case, shouldn't Cusa, Imer, Cuer, or any of the other combinations lead us somewhere?"
"I see what you're saying…" Pausing to consider the problem, he suddenly blinked. His eyes wide and mouth open, he seemed to have zoned out for a couple of seconds. Snapping out of it with a shake of the head, he took Akako by the shoulders, half shouting, "Wait – 7990 was the year of the Doom-La Cataclysm!? As in…BC!?"
Not catching on, Akako nodded dully, "Yeah…I mean, we haven't reached 7990 AD yet, have we?"
Still holding her shoulders, Kuroba breathed, "…So that's what she meant by her 'only difference'…"
Letting her go, he proceeded sprinting down the hall. Confused at his actions, Akako followed. Behind for awhile, she finally managed to catch up as Kuroba – fortunately – stalled by a fish tank. Quick to start up again, Akako attempted to slow his speed with a question, "What…What are you doing!?"
"The answer…I know the answer!"
Just as Akako was about to yell at him to stop, he did so on his own accord. Wondering why, Akako got her response as she soon caught up. Standing in the opening of a nearby door was Shinjo. Languid in expression, she beckoned for the two to follow her inside.
Halting to take in the surrounding décor, both of the two hardly noticed as Shinjo went on. Quite a distance away when they finally set their sights on her, she remained silent, her back to them. Sensing the atmosphere, neither Akako nor Kuroba took a step. Instead, they waited.
Softly, but loud enough to be heard over the distance, she muttered, "…Only a day…are you sure of your answer? You do realize…what will happen if you're wrong?"
Remembering the penalty herself, Akako worried as Kuroba nodded. "Yes. I – we – are fully aware. Besides…like you said on the note…
"…If I have any doubt, I'm wrong."
"Then you're confident. …Yes, I can hear it in your voice. Alright then…" without turning still, she asked, "…what is your answer to my code?"
Unwavering, Kuroba stated the number. "10,031."
"…and what exactly does that mean?"
Offset a bit by Shinjo's question, Akako was reassured by Kuroba's confidence. Seconds earlier, his face had been stolid; however, as Shinjo asked her second question, it filled with satisfaction. "That, Shinjo-san, is simple.
"…your age."
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Everything added up: the Furui Islands, Houseki's abilities, what his father had said about Shinjo, but most importantly – immortality. A living example of 'Pandora's Tears' was standing in that room, Kaito could feel it. Instinctively knowing how everything pieced together, Kaito could in no way describe it. Most likely baffling Koizumi with his accusation, an explanation was well needed. Kaito, however, felt that job could be left to Shinjo.
A smile lacing her words, the 'priestess' seemed to comply. "Hm. …Correct. Now, as promised, I – Shinjo Rumia of the Luen'Dal clan – shall tell you everything I know." Summoning up two pillows for them to sit on, she motioned for the two to use them. It was going to be a long story, Kaito was sure.
Upon the two guests getting comfortable, Shinjo kept her word – she didn't hesitate for a second. "…To get things started, we'll first clear up any confusion about the Asu-Ra calendar and the Cataclysm dates.
"The easiest way to explain would be to give you an example. Rerru-Wo, obvious by its name, occurred in the Rerru year in the sixth day of the Wo cycle. You may know the year since you solved my code, but what does the Wo cycle mean to you?"
Feeling guaranteed that the discussion would last longer if they stalled, Kaito answered as quickly as possible. "…is it the week?"
"Yes, in a sense." vague with the statement, she reworded it. "The cycles not only represent the week, but also the month. Surprisingly enough, the Asu-Ra calendar is much like the calendar used today. Most of the cycles are in the same pattern: the number of the month before the number of the week of that month. Take Cycle Ra for example: 'r' corresponds with one, as does 'a'. In other words, Cycle Ra is 1-1: the first week of the first month."
Counting on her fingers, Akako questioned, "So then Cycle Wo Day 6 would be…September…28th?"
At Shinjo's nod, Kaito went about his own assumption, "So that means Doom-La Day 3 is…April 3rd?"
"That's correct." smiling with a small praise, Shinjo went on, "Seeing as you both have a hold of that now, why don't I begin telling you of the events of the Doom-La Cataclysm?" Paying close attention to their expressions, Shinjo brightened slightly. "Alright. Please listen carefully.
"It may seem odd, but as far as I can remember, Ho-Volley-kun had lived in Luen'Dal. He was always helping people one way or another; from cheering them up to finding my lost necklace." her hand naturally rose to her neck. Reminiscent, she still went on strong. "It was the Cume year – or 8007 BC. I was fourteen when it happened; when he…passed away.
"I wasn't quite sure until then, but I had always known someone had been checking up on him. Apparently that someone…was Houseki. To this day, I'm still not sure how he died, but…when I found him he had lost a lot of blood. His body was also damp. That I always assumed to be because of the snow that had been melting that week." Shaking her head, she refocused, "Despite the cold of the weather and snow, he was warm when I found him: he had died only minutes – seconds – earlier. Just as my grievances were rising, she appeared.
"Walking back with blood all over her clothes, she looked somewhat shocked at my presence there. I should've been scared; I should've run away – by the display in front of me, it most certainly appeared that she had killed him. However…I didn't. I merely sat there and cried at the loss of a dear, dear friend." Nostalgic of the time, she glanced at Kaito with a bittersweet passion. "Now that I look back on it, Houseki didn't seem violent at all at that moment. She almost seemed…holy. Not a day in my life has gone by that I've forgotten the conversation we had…"
Magic floating around them so thick that Kaito could see, he and Koizumi were surprised as the voices – Houseki's and a fourteen year-old Shinjo's – rang in their ears. Impassive with her tone, Houseki asked, "…That boy, did you know him?"
"Y-Yes."
There was a pause before Houseki spoke once more. "Would you say…you knew him well?"
Holding back a few sobs, Shinjo sniffed, "I-I suppose."
"Then…did you know," the voice took a dim turn, "he was a wizard?"
Terminated by a small gasp, Shinjo stopped her crying, "W-What are you saying…? L-Leave him alone!"
"You're not denying it. …does that mean you knew?" remaining at the same tone, she added, "…you should know the penalty for withholding the identity of one of the…'wrong doers'."
Tears sounding in her voice, Shinjo snapped, "So what if he was a wizard!? So…so what if I knew!? He's…he's dead now, so he's not a problem anymore! Can't you just leave it at that and let him die peacefully!?"
Suspended in silence for a few seconds, Kaito almost thought it was over until Houseki spoke once more. "I'm surprised. Most would object ever knowing of a wizard's existence, especially at your age."
"What does age matter!? There are a lot of people my age – and younger – who knew about…about Volley-kun's abilities! I'm sure if you asked each and every one of them, they would back him up!"
"I'm sure they would." Devotion suddenly underlining her voice, Houseki went on. "If there was ever a list of life-changing people…Hoshi would be at the top."
Faltering for a second, Shinjo finally replied, "Y-Yes…he would. But…h-he didn't like being called Hoshi…"
"I know…but that's what I've always called him." Full of sympathy, she stated, "Maybe I'll finally call him by his given name…once he's back."
"B-Back?" Sending a chill down Kaito's spine, he almost didn't hear Shinjo stutter, "H-He won't be back…He's…He's…dead…"
"Yes…his body is." Echoing for the last time came her finishing comment. "…but his soul isn't."
That chilling remark was the final one as the magic emitting the words vanished. At a loss as to what to say, Kaito merely sat in silence. In an atmosphere where the first thing you thought would be the first thing you'd say, Kaito blurted out, "W-Wait a minute…she's had the idea to bring Hoshi back the entire time? …Are you saying that over ten thousand years, no one other than me or Kudo came along that looked like him!?"
Taking more time to think it through, Koizumi corrected him. "That's highly unlikely. There must've been a few that resembled Hoshi, but that wasn't the problem. I'm guessing that the Volley Comet was the main point of concern."
"Yes…" Sadness in her voice, her expression still remained strong. "Seventeen years after his death, I finally knew what she had meant by those last words…
"Paying my usual respects to his grave, I was surprised to see her again. There had always been other flowers there, but I had assumed it was from the other villagers. She had most likely left her own buds there year after year, but when I saw her there…she had nothing." Regret pouring out of her, Shinjo shook her head, "…There were no flowers on the grave, either. To this day…I believe strongly in my heart, that empty grave had been the last straw for Houseki. Maybe if I had gotten there earlier-"
"That's enough of that." Crossing his arms, Kaito stared at their speaker, "I obviously can't know all of the details since I wasn't around, so whether or not she would've ended up differently isn't a matter for me to decide on. But…I do know that you can't change the past…especially when it's that long ago."
"Wait a minute." Breaking into the topic with a different one, Koizumi questioned, "If all of this happened that long ago, how would you even have flowers at that time of year? From what you've told us, he died near the end of winter."
"Yes, one would think that to be the case. …However, near Luen'Dal there was – I suppose I should say still is – a cave where special flowers bloom. They were called 'Snow Lilies'. In fact, they actually could only grow in a cold climate, so winter was perfect for them."
Confused, Kaito asked, "Then…why weren't there any flowers that year?"
Overcoming an obvious anguish, Shinjo spoke slowly, "…the answer to that, young ones, was truly a cruel twist of fate.
"Children when Volley-kun had been alive, most of the ones who knew him were adults at that time; some had children of their own. That year – oh, that damn year – the snow…it hadn't melted yet. It would've seemed fitting, the one thing he loved so much to be present on the anniversary of his death. It was even soft and sticky. Perfect…" she paused, "…for snowmen."
Progressively understanding what had happened, Koizumi lowered her head. Under her breath, she barely repressed the one word, "…no…"
Gathering up her strength, Shinjo went on. "Having known Volley-kun, each and every person he met told of him to the younger generation. At that time, the children…they noticed that the snow was still around, and in a joyous frenzy…they convinced everyone to gather on that day to build snowmen." Tough to go on, she did, her voice beginning to waver. "Those kids…'build lots of snowmen', they said. 'Bring flowers too'; 'We can make songs for him'…their spirit…it persuaded everyone. All of Luen'Dal was going to go to the event. Everyone knew of Volley-kun; everyone was going to pay their respects. H-However…it wasn't the childish joy that had ultimately convinced them to come. I-It…it had been one specific phrase the children…t-that they had come up with…"
Unable to hold them back anymore, the tears rolled down her face. With difficulty, she finally managed, "…'let him have some friends around…don't make Hoshi-niichan lie alone'…"
Gradually shaking his head, Kaito closed his eyes. Allowing her some time to wipe away her tears, he slowly went over the situation, "…So…in order to pay further tribute to him, the usual time to do so was delayed…and the only one to arrive on time, without that knowledge, came to believe…that everyone had forgotten."
"Yes." Recovering quickly, only a morsel of her sorrow remained in her voice. "As soon as she realized I was there, she turned with a slight ferocity behind her eyes. But…when she saw the flowers, her stare softened. Then…that was when she did the unthinkable.
"It was cloudy that day, the temperature just at the edge of the freezing point. All of the snow would've melted if they felt the Sun's rays, so I was shocked as Houseki began to use magic to move the clouds. While they were parting, I saw something that I will never forget: no matter how long I live." Any uncertainty Shinjo could've had before vanished at that moment, as she said, "That day: the starting day of the Volley Comet's pass."
"The starting day?" Koizumi blinked. "So…It's near the Earth for a certain period of time?"
Nodding, Shinjo went on to describe, "For a week the comet will pass over the sky. From the time I saw it, it passed by in the day: in the direction of the Sun. Of course, I couldn't easily tell where the sun was. During the entire week the Sun was blocked."
"What!?" bending forward, Kaito gaped at the accusation. "How could there be a solar eclipse for the entire week?"
"You idiot." Arms crossed as he looked her way, Koizumi was displeased. "Kuroba-kun, after all this talk about magic and such, you've gone back to assuming there was a natural cause to the event?"
Flushed in the face, Kaito turned away and pouted, "…so then what was blocking out the Sun?"
Pausing only to take a breath Shinjo let out the answer. It definitely wasn't what either of the two was expecting. "…the Youkai-Oni."
From the sound of her voice, if Koizumi had been drinking something she would've spat it out. "Y-Youkai-Oni!? B-But…it exists on the other side of a dimensional rift!"
Still calm as ever, Shinjo explained, "Yes, but that is exactly why it blocks out the Sun during the passing of the comet. Made almost completely of pure magic, the Volley Comet weakens the rift, since it directly passes through it. This weakness allows the two worlds to view each other: the Youkai-Oni just happens to be in the Sun's path."
Making a deduction, Kaito voiced it, "…When the comet passes, does it enhance the magic abilities of everyone in the two worlds?"
Eyes widening a bit at the assumption, Shinjo nodded. "Yes, it does. …but how did you know that? I doubt Houseki would've told you…"
Taking the opportunity to answer, Koizumi stated, "That was most likely a guess based on the Volley Comet legend."
Surprisingly, Shinjo seemed lost. "…'Volley Comet…legend'…? …Please, tell me this legend!"
Deciding amongst themselves between their stares, Kaito ended up telling the tale after succumbing to a vicious glare. "…'Among the large jewels in the world, there is one with a secret power. If held under the moonlight as the Volley Comet passes every 10,000 years, the jewel will shed tears. Drink these tears, and you will obtain immortality. To distinguish this treasure from others, hold it under the moonlight. As you do, a smaller bauble will glow inside, red in color. This is the Pandora gem.'" Sighing partly in annoyance, Kaito looked up with confusion. "I'm surprised you hadn't heard that …Shinjo-san?"
Shoulders notched high and eyes focused on her knees, Shinjo mumbled, "It… could that be what…?" Snapping her fingers, she called out, "…'Seals and Wards: Higher Levels'!"
Abiding her command, a book came flying in from behind her. Floating by her side, the slight sparkle around it evaporated as she grasped it. It was quite a large book; however, size didn't seem to matter: Shinjo found the page she was looking for immediately. As all of this was going on, Kaito had risen – Koizumi after him – and went to peer over her shoulder at the page. Specifically pointing at the paragraph by an illustration of – what seemed to be – quartz. "This…this is it!"
Quoting the lines on the page, she read, "'Level seven seals are the highest ranking seal possible by humans: however, if one were to encounter a demon with knowledge of seals, the risk would be much higher. With magic ability far surpassing our own, demons are able to complete what would be known to humans as a level eight seal.'"
Skimming the page, Shinjo went on. "'Even though a level seven seal means almost nothing to perform for demons, a level eight is much like it in a sense: similar to the toll of the level seven on humans, the level eight can nearly kill demons. Unlike the level seven in which an outer source of magic can easily seep through, a level eight completely blocks out any outer interference. This is only because of the assistance of the carrier, however.'
"'For a demon to perform a level eight seal, they must have the power necessary, but also the carrier: in this scenario, the only suitable carrier would be a crystalline object. Magic embedded in its atoms, crystals have a high defense against outer sources. To attempt to completely obliterate the body of the target into particles would be foolish: even the level eight couldn't contain that amount of magic. Instead, the soul of the victim is the only thing stolen: the body remaining in the state of an unconscious soul forever.'"
Staring at the page, Koizumi's eyes were wide. "W-Wait a minute…does that mean…?"
"That Pandora gem you spoke of…" Glancing at Kaito, Shinjo turned to Koizumi. "…I'm positive it's Volley-kun's soul."
Baffled, Koizumi stuttered, "But…that doesn't make any sense. …Well, his soul being in the jewel does, but I mean…why hasn't Houseki gone out looking for the jewel yet? I know she wouldn't be able to right now, but what about before?"
"Maybe…she didn't need to." Thinking carefully, Kaito let out his assumption, "Think about it: didn't she say that only part of her was sealed? That that part was off living, just somewhere else? …Couldn't that mean that that half is looking for the jewel?" Blinking as another thought occurred to him, Kaito added, "…it could also mean…she's the one who told the 'legend' to the Organization."
Adding up almost perfectly, Koizumi nodded. "…Yes, she did say something like that. And if you really think about it that is the one option that would explain the most in our situation."
Having been left out of the conversation without any input, Shinjo asked, "What do you mean 'part of her was sealed'? Houseki…Houseki was sealed?"
Realizing that Shinjo knew nothing of the details back in Beika, Kaito was hesitant before deciding to tell her. She was basically venting for them, why couldn't they do the same for her? "Yeah, for thirteen – well, almost fourteen – years now. Actually…my father was the one who sealed her. Unfortunately, the seal didn't take complete effect right away, allowing her to escape and…run into Kudo. Using the usual mumbo-jumbo, she ended up only having half of her sealed…inside of Kudo."
"…Kudo…?" Stumbling with the name, Shinjo contemplated it. "…Wait, didn't you say…this Kudo…resembled Volley-kun as well?"
Taking the explanation torch, Koizumi nodded. "Yes, although…right now he's a bit shorter compared to Kuroba-kun."
About to peek at the book in Shinjo's hands once more, Kaito stopped to glare at Koizumi. 'Oi oi, only a bit?'
Allowing Koizumi to explain the general situation back on the mainland, Kaito quickly took in the section of the page that Shinjo had skipped: 'Details of the Seven Other Levels. 'As any accomplished witch or wizard knows, each seal progressively blocks off more and more power. During the level seven seals, each independent seal holds off a certain percent. The most accurate assumptions are listed as follows: Level One (3%), Level Two (4%), Level Three (5%), Level Four (8%), Level Five (10%), Level Six (20%), Level Seven (50%). In other words, if the object sealed manages to break up to the Level Three seal, 88% of their power is still unusable. The only possible way to begin the process of unsealing a level seven is to obtain an outer power source.'
'…Wait…if she's unconscious because of her breaking the level four seal…that means…' he did the simple math. '…she has 20% of her power.'
Feeling a bad notion emanating from his gut, it got worse as Koizumi finished her lecture on what had happened the past few months. Brow raised, Shinjo asked, "…then where is Houseki's original body?" Unresponsive and obviously confused, she reevaluated her question for the two, "Has her other half shown up yet?"
"N-No. But…" Worry gathering, Kaito found it hard to phrase the words he wanted. "…I thought…well, Houseki herself said that her memories were split between her two parts. I…I just assumed that meant that if she hadn't known about Kudo for thirteen years, why would she now?"
Her face grave, Shinjo responded, "…because those memories may return to her as the seal weakens. Also…she can't possibly perform the spell to remove Kudo-kun's soul without first extracting her own. She'll need to unite herself once more. But I'm afraid…if that happens…
"…She will truly be a threat then. Not just to you, but to society itself."
"…Then we'll have to get back as soon as possible." Standing up, Kaito asked, "When's the earliest time we can call the boat back here?"
A touch disappointed, Shinjo replied, "I suppose…tomorrow afternoon. But…Have you really obtained all of the information you wanted?"
"I'm pretty sure we haven't, but we have enough. Besides," he smiled at her, "we can't just leave Kudo knowing Houseki's other half may show up any moment now."
"As right as you are, Kuroba-kun, we still have at least a day on these islands." Somewhat skeptically, she asked, "What do you say we do until then?"
Quietly, Shinjo suggested, "Why don't I show you around the islands? They may be large, but the areas worth seeing aren't that far from here."
Asking the question between their eyes, eventually the two teens nodded. "Sure, it'd be our pleasure."
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"This is the cave with the Snow Lilies?" gasping in delight, Koizumi chimed, "It's so beautiful~"
"Wow, Koizumi-chan, I never thought I'd hear you call anything besides yourself beautiful." Feeling the rough knuckles colliding with his skull, he mentally scolded himself, '…another memorable comment from the Wise-ass Fool…'
Despite his mockery of Koizumi's comment, Kaito had to agree: the place was quite beautiful. Magic sparkling about the walls, it also lined the water giving it a slight illumination. Dimly lighted blue rock formed the pathways and flowers – the Snow Lilies – occasionally lined the sides. Listening carefully, Kaito could almost swear he could hear bells. The cave…was truly breathtaking.
At least, at the area they had wandered into.
Early on, the cave was just as normal as any other: blank rock walls, dark corridors – the usual. But walk far enough in and you would find the small haven. Shinjo had explained that once the area was found, everyone in Luen'Dal knew about it: but only those from Luen'Dal. It was almost like a town treasure.
Just outside of the entrance there were several trees. Scanning the area with her eyes, Shinjo had stated that the cave was one of Hoshi's favorite spots to visit. The strange thing was he never ventured to the inner flower garden. Instead, he looked about the greenery outside and walked around in the mouth of the cave. When Shinjo had asked him why, he had stated that there had been a large forest just beyond the entrance and that he was separated from his parents near that area.
"He always came here; almost weekly." Shinjo stated, "I understood that losing his parents there could be hard, but after the years it started to seem strange. When I asked him, he told me there was something behind the place: something gnawing at the back of his brain, something he couldn't remember. …and then I told him to forget about it, to which he replied, 'I technically have; that's the problem.'"
As Shinjo's small laugh bounced off the cave walls, Koizumi asked, "Hey, Shinjo-san, did Hoshi ever sing a song? A song that started with…" she pondered for a second before belting out, "…Falling snow, it's been too long~"
There was slight pause before Shinjo added on, "…Your arrival makes this song~" Waiting for Koizumi to continue, Shinjo was flustered when she didn't. "…Y-Yes… he did sing that. …Did Kudo-kun tell you about that?"
"Nope, and thank that comet he didn't." Leaning against one of the walls, Kaito shrugged, "…His singing is horrendous."
"Like you're one to talk, Kuroba-kun."
Pouting, Kaito ignored Koizumi's comment and instead asked a question, "Shinjo-san, I forgot to ask…just how…how did you end up living for over ten thousand years?"
Taking a seat on one of the nearby rocks, Shinjo crossed her legs. "Well, I suppose it's similar to that legend about the comet. It wasn't tears exactly – or maybe it was, I couldn't have known – but whatever the case, it happened after the Doom-La Cataclysm. Confused and running amok, the villagers in Luen'Dal were frantic. With all of the destruction that had occurred around us, we were sure we'd be next. In fact, a minority of the people in Luen'Dal were killed. However, among those who survived, I was the only one to see Houseki…and live on.
"In her hands she had a small tube with a glowing substance in it. There wasn't much inside, possibly enough for three people. Letting a drop into her own mouth, she offered it to me. I…I was so foolish." Hand on her forehead, the regret consumed her voice. "She kept promising the impossible: I thought she was joking. …I didn't know this would happen."
"Well, look on the bright side: you're helping us so we can stop her once and for all." Kaito smiled gently.
"…once and for all…"
Adding her own reassurance with a smile, Koizumi's grin faded as she came across another forgotten question, "Shinjo-san…do you have any idea what kind of method Houseki could be planning to use to revive Hoshi?"
"Possibly." Slowly, she began to voice her thoughts, "Just like my last response, this one is much like that legend. Along with the pure magic from the comet, the slight power emanating from the moon, and her own abilities, Houseki could use all of this to infiltrate even the barrier of the level eight seal. But, aside from Volley-kun's soul, the most important aspect is the vessel. In Houseki's case, similar appearance could be viewed as her own choice, but it isn't. Those who resemble others have a very close magical build-up. The levels of magic and such may differ, but without this foundation the new soul wouldn't hold in the new body."
"What about Kudo's soul? Will Hoshi's just overtake his?" Partly knowing the answer already, Kaito was pretty much grabbing at straws of hope.
Dumping the container of those straws with her shake of the head, Shinjo replied, "To successfully transfer a soul to a body, the soul formerly occupying it must be removed. Unfortunately…there aren't very many methods of doing this. I only know of two: the level eight seal or…magical annihilation."
"M-Magical annihilation…?" repeating the option that seemed most likely with the information they had been given, Koizumi had paled considerably. "N-No…you don't mean…she can't…"
"What?" Not understanding, Kaito was frustrated, "She can't what, Koizumi-chan?"
"…Destroy him." staring at the ground, she started to explain, "From what I was taught, magical annihilation is the ultimate warding process. By forming a magical weapon, you can cut through the magical paths, causing them to mix. If too much of someone's magic is lost, or the particles entangle beyond repair…
"…they'll obliterate themselves."
Imagining a quite gruesome self-destruction, Kaito yelled, "Sh-She can't kill him!"
"Only his soul would die…it'd be perfect for her plans with Hoshi. …especially since the level eight seal can only be accomplished by demons." An apprehension in her voice that Kaito only knew too well, she turned to Shinjo. "…Is there any way we can get the ship to come here faster?"
"…I understand your concern, but haste makes waste." Indifferent in expression, she stated, "I don't believe she'll resort to that immediately, either. If this Kudo-kun really looks like Volley-kun, I don't imagine she would enjoy ending his existence. …But of course, that's no reason to abandon your worries completely: that only means you have time. If it's in order to bring back Volley-kun, she would eventually do him in."
"…Then that's all the more reason we need to get back and warn him." Kaito said, determined. "If we're ready ahead of time, we'll have a greater chance of-"
"Of what? Letting the enemy know you're onto her?" Shinjo interrupted, her voice stern. "Houseki is fused with Kudo-kun; if you warn him, she will eventually know of this warning as well. …That's the reason you didn't bring him here: you can't have him knowing this information." Finished with the firm part of her chiding, she smiled. "Think things through: you'll come up with something. …and I speak from experience when I say: you have more time than you think. Don't rush, consider the details."
"…She's right." Koizumi admitted. Absorbing the advice quickly, she asked out of curiosity, "If you don't mind Shinjo-san, may we see Hoshi's grave? …It is around here, isn't it?"
Brightening, she nodded. "Yes. …It may be a bit early, but we can pay him some respects."
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Each carrying their own bundle of Snow Lilies, the small group trotted up a large hill. As their altitude increased the amount of magical mist decreased. Reaching the point where it was gone completely, the sense of foreboding was instead replaced with serenity. With a sky completely blue, seeing the small temple ahead was an easy task.
Surrounded by trees that were strangely lush with the layer of snow, the temple much resembled the lodging: although old in style it appeared to have been renewed in material. Approaching the gravestone outside it, Kaito juggled a thought as he stared at the building while placing his flowers, '…I wonder if buildings can be preserved with spells, too…' It didn't seem like an important thought, however, so Kaito abandoned it.
Hands clasped together, Shinjo prayed aloud in front of the two. "Volley-kun…I know it's been a long time…a very long time. Although I do miss you, I would never wish this eternal existence upon you. The only upside is I may truly forever wish you everlasting peace." Pausing for a moment, the prayer ended, but the request began. "…Volley-kun, I am aware that you have been gone for…for millennia, but please…I ask, if you can hear me, help these two who have accompanied me here. I do not know how you met, but Houseki is once again troubling the world…and you may possibly return. If that happens…
"Please… please try to talk some sense into her. At that point, you will be our final hope."
Making a few motions with her hands, she finished her praying. Turning around to face them, she was instead greeted with Kaito's questions. "…What was that last part about…? 'If that happens'…?" Shaking his head with determination, Kaito objected, "That won't happen: we won't allow it to."
"…and I believe that if you truly give it your all, think with the utmost accuracy, and never let an opportunity go to waste you really will prevail. …However, if you underestimate Houseki in the slightest…I can't guarantee your safety." Glancing back at the gravestone, she added, "…at least this way there's a backup plan: in the worst possible situation, of course."
"That was what I was going to ask about." Taking the opportunity, Koizumi brought up her question. "…If his soul is sealed, how exactly would praying to him allow your thoughts to reach him? …I suppose the body is the origin of the soul, but after ten thousand years…"
Smiling faintly, it almost seemed as if Shinjo was about to laugh at the question. "…Yes…I suppose these days that isn't common knowledge taught to the younger witches or wizards…Allow me to explain.
"As you know, magical particles are everywhere: the food we eat, the liquid we drink, the houses we live in – everything is comprised of this power. 'Scientists' describe it as 'matter', but there's more to it then they realize. For instance, scientists have realized that sound travels quickly over long distances, but they have failed to notice that the sound doesn't die out for awhile. Millennia will pass before the…'recorded' noises finally dissipate." Waving out her hand in the air to demonstrate, she went on, "At this moment, my hand has just contacted several thousand particles with some sort of audio within them. …and, as I'm saying this, my voice is carrying through those particles and being caught within them. These particles can go far distances with a simple breeze: in fact, the ones I just touched could be approaching the edge of the islands' mist by now."
Astounded by the new information, it took a few seconds of absorption before Koizumi was satisfied enough to ask, "…but…how does that tie in with praying to a dead person?"
Seeming a bit surprised, Shinjo merely stated, "Soul Paths."
Although confusing to Kaito, the two simple words were the only needed explanation for Koizumi. Pounding her hand into her palm as the idea struck her, she was soon sighing as Kaito gave her a look with 'what the hell is she talking about' written all over it. Looking incredibly irritated, she sighed, "Soul Paths: through direct relations, the souls of a family are intertwined by paths. No matter the distance, these paths will always connect the members: though, at farther measurements, the connections aren't as strong. On occasion, additional paths may be formed if an abundant amount of time is spent with an outsider to the family." Noticing the confusion still imprinted on his face, Koizumi provided simpler examples to follow, "You know: if you've been a friend with someone for a long time you know what they're thinking sometimes…or when you know they're in trouble, even if you're not around. …basically, Soul Paths are like a vague information highway amongst the people closest to you in your life."
Catching on, Kaito asked, "…Wait, is that how telepathy works?"
Nodding, Koizumi pointed to her head, "With telepathy, you interlace your own Soul Path from your head area to the one you want to communicate with. Sharing the same path, you share the same thoughts." Pausing for a moment, she added, "Well…in Kudo-kun's case, I suppose it's more like he sends a…'magical net' of sorts to catch your thoughts while keeping his own to himself."
'…with that comparison it almost sounds like the thoughts would be fish…' Daring not to think of his arch nemesis, Kaito questioned, "S-So…Hoshi's able to hear Shinjo-san's voice…because they were close when he was alive?"
Embarrassed to a small degree, Shinjo waved her arms about, "N-No, that's not how it works in this case…" Clearing her throat, she began the correction, "You see…since the Soul Paths originate from the body, even after death parts of the path still exist. If the magical particles with my words contact the path, they may make it to wherever Volley-kun's soul is."
Contemplating the mechanics of the Soul Paths, Kaito came across what seemed to be a small flaw. "But…Shinjo-san…if his soul is sealed away by a level eight, wouldn't the path be cut off?"
"That is a very good point, but there's nothing to worry about." She smiled with confidence. "Level eight seals are incredibly powerful, but after ten thousand years, there should be a few gaps."
Understanding what she meant, Kaito went on to think about a different sealed soul. "Wait…is this the same method in which Houseki's other half can get information from the one in Kudo?"
Solemnly nodding, Shinjo replied, "Yes, that's exactly how it would work. As the seal progressively gets weaker, the transmission will get stronger." Catching the question before it was asked, she added, "I'm guessing that no one had sealed Houseki before this, otherwise her other half would've shown up already. I'm confident that I can contact Volley-kun…since one time…he answered back."
"He…He communicated with you!? …Not only while dead but…sealed as well…?" Less shocked than Kaito, it seemed Koizumi was the one spewing the dominant questions. "What…what did he say?"
"…I suppose what he said could be considered good news. While sealed, the soul can't sense much, even in the given area around it. To have known this, he would've had to have been in the Beika City area…at least, from what you've told me." Beating around the bush, she finally quoted, "…'Houseki…her power has eradicated.'
"…He told that to me nearly thirteen years ago; the closest opportunity he had after she had been sealed. …Almost fourteen years ago it happened, correct?"
Hand to his chin, Kaito thought about the message. "Hm…that could narrow things down a bit…if this were fourteen years ago. At this point, hundreds of jewels could've made their way through Beika. They might've even been stolen." At the last remark, Koizumi stared at him, sending the simple message of, 'I wonder who could've done that last thing.'
Strolling back down the path they had taken, Shinjo walked slowly until the two were following behind. With a steady pace, she sent back another bit of assurance, "If her other half hasn't shown up yet, I doubt she's found the jewel with Volley-kun's soul yet. Without that, she can't do anything; so, naturally, that would be her first objective." Gradual for a moment, she picked up the pace once more. Slowly, she brought up her own question for the hour, "Say…what do you plan to do to the…'Pandora Gem' if you locate it first?"
The answer was simple – destroy it – but with Shinjo there, supposedly good friend of the one who's soul was inside the jewel, Kaito reconsidered his answer. Unable to think of any other option, he ended up telling the truth (albeit reluctantly). "We…we would destroy it."
As Koizumi gave him a chastising stare, Shinjo merely nodded. "Yes. …that would probably be for the best."
Her words: they blatantly stated her agreement, but her tone – everything hidden between those words – did not. With a growing anxiety, Kaito followed as they were led back down the tall hill toward the Lodging where they would stay once more: their final night on the island.
…or so he thought.
-
Falling asleep the second they got back to his room, Kaito was up well before Koizumi. With nothing to do, he decided to ponder over the code a bit more. He had already solved it, but he felt there was a bit more information he needed to uncover. Of course, he knew there was no way of finding the information: unless he could go back in time.
Suru: that was what was unsettling him. During the explanation, Chino had stated that Houseki said she would be back then. The most unsettling part: Suru in the Asu-Ra code is 2010; that year. She knew; all those years ago, she knew. Although nerve-racking, Kaito needed to know one thing: what were the two letters after Suru going to be?
Presumably happy at the return of Hoshi, there still could be no telling what she would do afterwards. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a high chance of another cataclysm. The only problem was the week: there was no indication of which week it would be.
Like the Doom-La Cataclysm, Kaito assumed the possible Suru one would occur in the week of the Volley Comet's pass. Frustrating as it was, Kaito had no idea when that would happen. With everything that had occurred, he doubted Koizumi knew, either: if she did, she would've said so long before. No, there was only one person they could ask for that information: Shinjo.
Leaving quite noisily in an attempt to wake Koizumi up quicker, Kaito headed toward her private room. About to knock, he was surprised as a note floated down to him. Not by gravity's doing – oh, no – it hovered in midair waiting for him to claim it. As he continually blinked, it seemed to have a mind of it's own as it rolled itself and hit him on the head. Rubbing the area where it had hit, surprisingly hard, Kaito took it and unrolled it, reading its contents.
Just as he began, Koizumi popped over his shoulder. Sensing that he was in for yet another small beating, it was postponed as she read the letter aloud, "…'Dear Humble Guests, seeing as the boat to the mainland won't arrive until later this afternoon I would appreciate it if you would meet me one last time before leaving. Please come to the stone plaza located near Volley's gravesite. If you've forgotten its whereabouts, ask Chino for directions.'…What do you think she wants to talk about, Kuroba-kun?"
No longer worried seeing as the hostility had all but left Koizumi's voice, Kaito was faced with a different concern. "…I don't know, but something's bothering me about this letter. This note…it looks almost as if she was shaking while writing this… But most importantly…" he found the words in the note. "…'meet me one last time'…what do you think she means by that?"
With a huff, Koizumi replied, "We're leaving today. 'One last time' means just that: one last time. She probably assumed we'd never come back here, and, personally, her assumption's pretty spot-on."
Although worried, Kaito once again donned his poker face – he hadn't used it in a while – and stated nonchalantly, "I guess…anyway, why don't we see what she wants? It'd be kind of impolite to leave her hanging…especially with all she told us."
In agreement, they headed out for the plaza (once Koizumi was dressed of course.) Directions weren't needed as they had a map; along with Kaito's spectacular sense of direction and picturesque memory reaching the area was easily accomplished. Noticing that the snow around the stage was melting, Kaito also noticed the clouds overhead: they were unusually dark and foreboding. However odd it was, he new they weren't a sign of a storm, but unfortunately Kaito looked upon it as a bad omen. Something wasn't right.
Shoes contacting the stone of the plaza, the sound of the impact echoed quite loudly. Off of the four pillars at the corners and throughout the huge stone floor the noise boomed. Signaling their arrival well enough, Shinjo turned as they approached.
…a sheathed sword in her hand.
Glancing at the weapon, Kaito gave up any hopes of negotiation. His fears had been realized: their 'meeting one last time' was because they wouldn't be alive for another one. He had trusted her for a time, but once they visited Hoshi's grave, he felt something was up. Most likely never thinking that Shinjo would do such a thing, Koizumi questioned, her voice echoing, "Wh…Why do you have that weapon, Shinjo-san…?"
"…To fight you of course."
Those words were all Kaito needed to know his guess was spot on. They were all he could afford to hear to know he was spot on. Adding any more words would've slowly derailed his assumption, and Shinjo seemed to be a very bad train conductor. "…I need to test you. If you can't even best me in a fight, Houseki will completely annihilate you.
"Do not worry: unlike the real thing, you will have as much time as needed beforehand to prepare yourselves. Weapons, abilities…choose as you will. This plaza will provide the magic for you."
Pulling out his card gun, Kaito scanned the area. "Okay then…so we just have to beat you in a fight? …Simple enough."
"I assure you, it won't be as simple as you think. The only allowable area of combat is on this stone, under the altitude of those pillars. It's not as if I'll stop you from doing so, but a barrier has been set up to do that job. …Also…" Halting, she waited. Just as her echo had stopped completely, she finished, "…the objective isn't to beat me…
"…it is to kill me."
In the middle of the process of setting up his gun, Kaito terminated his actions immediately. From behind him he heard Koizumi's spell stop and a small gasp. Both had stopped breathing for a second. As soon as the air flooded back into him, Kaito choked, "What…What did you say…?"
"Houseki is a malicious adversary. If you don't fight with the objective to kill, she will. You must give it your all or else…this world may be doomed to yet another cataclysm." Wind lightly blowing her hair past her closed eyes, Kaito could see the grief behind her pupils as she opened them.
Strongly opposing the idea, Kaito voiced his protest, "What…What the hell are you saying!? Just because she is a violent killer doesn't mean we have to do you in!"
Eyes widening, there was a pause before she forced herself to look down. "…I knew it. …You're too young to understand: you're confused."
Somewhat insulted, Kaito clenched his teeth, "…Fine, if I'm too young to understand…if I'm so confused, why don't you enlighten me?"
"Certainly. …but take to heart what I'm about to say." Finally looking up once more, her eyes glinted from the moisture: tears. "I had this idea the day you came here: once the situation had been explained. The decision to go through with it… that, I made yesterday. That decision went hand-in-hand with yours…with what you were going to do with the jewel."
Narrowing his eyes, Kaito questioned, "So you're doing this…partly to stop us?"
With the shake of her head, a few of the tears came free. "No, you idiot. You see…that question in itself is why I decided to do this. You're blind…you don't know what you're actually doing in this situation. In a way…just a few seconds ago, you were being a hypocrite." Easily seeing the anger on Kaito's face, she explained. "Before, you said, and I quote; 'Just because she is a violent killer doesn't mean we have to do you in!' …tell me, what was your reasoning there? Why don't I deserve to die? I'm just like Houseki: I've lived long past my normal lifespan, I'm female, we've both learnt the arts of magic…what makes me different?"
"…That's so obvious it could be common sense!" Hunching his shoulders in frustration, he yelled, "You're not the main source of the problem!"
Standing still, Shinjo's face remained indifferent. Finally, after a long period of time, she lowered her head, her bangs covering her eyes. "…You're right: that could be common sense. …That's exactly what I thought you'd say. But…if that's your reasoning…your true reasoning…" Gradually, she lifted her head, her stare accusing.
"…are you saying that Volley-kun is also the main source of the problem?"
Realizing her point, Kaito ran short on words.
Still staring at him, Shinjo continued on, "His body may have already died, and his soul may be inside of a jewel: but Volley-kun is still a person – a human being. When you answered yesterday, you hesitated. …However, your hesitation was only because of me: talk to anyone else, you would've stated it bluntly. That's when I knew: the grasp of that action hadn't reached you yet. To destroy that jewel is the same thing as destroying Volley-kun himself.
"The other path you could've taken was worse: you had realized this…and compared it to regular killing; to assaulting Houseki. Inside of a jewel, they can't fight back; inside of a jewel, you don't see their face as you strike the final blow. Without this knowledge, you would've marched off confident, but at the fatal moment you hesitate…and die."
Placing her sword in front of her, she knelt on the ground. Face much like a delicate porcelain doll it was emotionless: ready for death. "…This is the significance of you ending my life. If you've already killed someone before battling Houseki, the grief, the reluctance, the worry – everything will have partially dissipated. Less apprehension in a battle will further the chance of success."
"B-But…Shinjo-san…can you really let it end this way?" Lost in his own error, Koizumi was the one beginning to protest.
Laughing with a slight agony, Shinjo stuttered, "P-Please…don't mock me. If I could 'let it end' however way I wanted to, I wouldn't have taken that elixir from Houseki. Up until now, I've been afraid…afraid my life meant nothing. But now…I'll be able to move on knowing I helped prevent another catastrophe." She stopped. As Koizumi was about to object once more, Shinjo spoke up, "There's nothing you can say to change my mind. I've lived through countless lives already; not one of them dying. It's about time…the other 'team' get a point on the scoreboard."
Irritated and confused, Kaito turned toward the edge of the platform. As Shinjo reminded him of the barrier, he replied, "…I don't care. Koizumi-chan could probably eventually break through it. …and if that doesn't work, well, we'll just rot here. I refuse to kill you."
"Alright…" with a raise of her hand, the small sign of the barrier – a wavelike appearance to the air – evaporated. At the baffled stares headed her way, Shinjo merely shrugged, "I never said leaving this plateau wasn't an option. …However, before you leave, I should mention something that isn't an option.
"As I told you: I thought of this the day you arrived, as such, my plans were in motion at that point, too. So, when I said the earliest the boat can get here was today, I was lying. In all honesty, he could get here within a second if I told him to." Unaffected by the angry remarks from the two, she went on, "Don't be angered: you needed some kind of motivation for fighting. And…seeing as I've put up a spell that automatically heals your wounds, your freedom from these islands was the next best thing."
"How…How dare you!" Koizumi's voice shook with rage.
Nonchalantly, Shinjo rose. "There: the fury that will remove your hesitation has finally arrived. …Yes, I dared. …Are you ready? …or do you have further preparations?"
Having stared at her as she explained her trap, Kaito turned once more. "Thursday. We'll be back Thursday."
With that he slowly left, Koizumi eventually following behind.
--
On the bed, lying down, staring solemnly at the ceiling: Kuroba had been in that same position since they had arrived back from the stone plaza. Taking in the time, Akako sighed as she realized that had been over two hours ago. Normally she would've told him to get off his ass, but she was conflicted as well. Instead of looking to the ceiling for support, Akako had paced about the room, fidgeting every step of the way. Not once had she used a telepathy spell, but she knew exactly what Kuroba was thinking: the exact same thing as her.
'…what are we going to do…?' There seemed to be no way out.
Attempting to make their own way through the mist would be the equivalent to jumping off a cliff: suicide. During the trip there on the correct path the wind had been violent as were the waves; Akako didn't want to think what it'd be like on the wrong path. Of course, there was no way they'd be able to find the right path; or the captain of the ship that had brought them there. As they reached the dock, the wizard had simply stated, "Be back in a week." At that point, the two hadn't thought any less than a week would be admirable; but any more than that hadn't even approached their minds. If Shinjo was telling the truth, she had most likely contacted the wizard in charge of the ship, ordering him not to come back unless she said so.
Reaching that conclusion, a new question popped up: if her goal was to be killed, how was Shinjo going to contact the ship captain if she died? Was the captain a Soul Smith like Hattori? '…No…his power was quite strong, I felt that…' Pondering further, she took a deep breath before making a decision: she'd bring it up with Kuroba.
He hadn't moved for two hours, but he hadn't spoken since his last words to Shinjo. Occasionally he would close his eyes, deep in concentration. Akako had no doubt that, although speechless, his thoughts were probably flying. Wondering if she was interrupting those thoughts, she muttered, "…Kuroba-kun?"
Blinking at the sound of his name, he stared at her. After a long, long pause, he replied, "…yeah…?"
"…The only way off the island is to take that ship…how would Shinjo-san be able to contact the captain? I mean… aren't we supposed to be free once we…" avoiding the word 'kill' at all costs, Akako replaced it with "…win?"
"…I'm not sure. Maybe she'll have some way of telling Chino-kun and then he'll get the boat captain to come here. Or maybe it has something to do with those Soul Paths…" droning on, his voice had lost all of its usual positive flair and energy.
The decisions ahead of him…Akako guessed that none of them were very appealing. What Akako didn't guess was that he had already made his decision: he already knew what he was going to do. Lazily rolling into a sitting position, he reached for his bag. Pulling out the map, he was silent. Motioning for Akako to view it with him, he suddenly asked, "…which of these areas do you think is wide in space?"
"What…?" Thrown off-balance by the question, it was a while before she replied, "I suppose…this clearing in this forest here. …Why?"
Zipping his bag with the map still in hand, Kuroba headed for the door. "Let's go there then." Before Akako could even manage the question, he answered why, "Since we'll need as much time as possible tomorrow, we need to know our way there. Besides, we can pass some time before we need to rest. We'll have to turn in earlier today."
"Kuroba-kun…what are you talking about?" She was usually pretty sharp, but even Akako couldn't pick up the vague hints Kuroba was leaving.
Voice still serious, almost void of emotion, he responded, "…tomorrow we'll be training. We need to be ready for that fight."
--
Well rested with nearly twenty-four hours of training behind him, Kaito strolled onto the plaza with a lifeless confidence. This wasn't what he wanted to do, but there seemed to be no other option. Although grudgingly, he had come to an understanding with the points Shinjo had laid out. He didn't enjoy admitting it, but she was right: if he, or anyone, fought against Houseki with any doubt they would die. Having ten thousand years of experience behind her, Shinjo was the closest – and safest – 'practice round' they had at their disposal.
Sitting in the same position she had two days prior, Kaito had to wonder if she had moved at all. Eyes remaining closed; she stood up, the sword in her hand. Lifting her eyelids, she asked, "…now…you are ready?"
Pulling out his card gun, he signaled to Koizumi to begin her preparation spells. Waiting for her nod symbolizing her finished job, Kaito stared at Shinjo. Eye-to-eye both of their stares were unwavering. At Koizumi's word – since he was looking away – Kaito nodded. With the click readying the first card in his gun, he quietly stated, "…ready."
As if the word were her starting switch, Shinjo began at its sound. Flicking the sword briskly, the sheath came flying off – flying off in Kaito's direction. Whapping it out of the way, he was shocked to quickly see the sword that had been inside it approach instead; barely a few inches away as he noticed. Bending backwards as he ducked, his eyes widened as – with Shinjo – pieces of his hair flew by him.
'She's fast…' He was going to continue his thought, but Shinjo didn't seem to want to allow that.
Forced into a defensive position, Kaito continually blocked narrowly with his gun as Shinjo continued slashing away. It was a good thing Koizumi had enhanced the metal of the gun; otherwise it would've easily fallen apart by that point. At the thought of her name, she appeared in front of him. Just barely missing a kick at Shinjo, she got into a fighting position in front of him.
Without eye-contact, without a turn of the head, she sent him a message, 'While I'm fighting, shoot for her legs.'
Darting off at a speed he'd never seen her run at before, Koizumi went on the offensive. Her own hair partially sliced as she lowered herself, she gave a hard punch to Shinjo's stomach. Jumping back at the impact, Shinjo recovered quickly. Always moving, it was her turn to strike.
Blade behind her, Shinjo's position was an obvious one: she was going to do a wide slash. Preparing for this, Koizumi fell into the trap. Indeed pulling her sword forward, Shinjo instead shoved the hilt of the sword roughly at Koizumi's forehead as she ducked. Now bringing the blade around as Koizumi was in a slight daze, she snapped out of it allowing only time to reduce the full slash to a small gash on her cheek. A small amount of blood falling, Koizumi brought her hand to her cheek, quickly pulling it away upon contact.
Not one to take the completely unfair advantages, Shinjo reminded her, "I told you: there is a healing spell in effect for your advantage." It was all she had time to say: unlike her, Koizumi felt the need to take the chance as Shinjo's guard was down.
Countering the assault with her own attack, it was Shinjo's turn to fall for the trap. Planning all along to go on the defensive, Koizumi jumped out of the way. With the force given by her take off, she had positioned her leap to pass by Shinjo: to arrive behind her. Hand on Shinjo's shoulder, Koizumi succeeded in further diverting her attention. Faking an attack spell in her other hand, Koizumi instead used telepathy.
'…NOW, Kuroba-kun!'
Aiming with his eyes only the entire time, Kaito quickly brought up his gun to the exact position his eyes were focused on. Pulling the trigger, Shinjo noticed the shot. Freeing herself from Koizumi's grip, she jumped in order to dodge it. However, that was exactly what Kaito had planned.
Setting his sights higher, Kaito had shot where he assumed she would jump to get out of the way. His plan a success, the card collided with her left leg, exploding on impact.
Landing with skill, she attempted to stand. With the injury just inflicted, she only made it halfway. Holding her bruised and slightly burnt leg, she smiled, "…Very good. However, no matter the advantages I've given you…"
"…you didn't think I'd let you keep the 'two-against-one' benefit, did you?" From behind him, the voice stopped every cell in his body.
Grasping his shoulders roughly, the cloned Shinjo – without the leg injury – threw him backwards with an incredible force. Despite what his eyes thought, his flight ended before the growing grass; right at the barrier. Receiving a shock, the magic threw him back on the plaza. Although painful, he stood up immediately.
It appeared the numbers had evened, but technically it was still two-against-one. Ignoring the clone would be difficult, but the original had to be dealt with first. He hated to admit, but Koizumi held a better chance of defeating Shinjo. Kaito would have to deal with the clone. Of course, both of them had their disadvantages against the enemy: Kaito was without speed, but Koizumi was facing the one with a weapon.
…Weapon.
Dodging one punch or kick after another, Kaito slowly made his way across the plaza. It surprised him how far he'd gone from his initial position, but he had to make it. Occasionally shooting a card to delay the clone from attacking him, he eventually reached his destination. Performing a cartwheel, he grabbed the sheath from the ground.
Thrusting it in the clone's direction, he saw her smile as it came towards her. She was cocky; she felt she knew what he was doing. Moving quite a distance out of the way, she mocked him, "You won't hit me with that; it's my-" instantly, her sentence terminated.
"You're right. …I won't hit you." Unable to see her expression, he imagined it was a shocked one. Carefully raising the gun into position, he smiled, "…but at the same time, I will hit you."
In midst of her own fight with Shinjo, Koizumi just barely noticed Kaito's aim. Moving out of the way just as Shinjo was about to turn, Koizumi managed to dodge the small explosion that had just impacted Shinjo's back. Thrown from her grasp from the force of the attack, her sword clattered loudly against the stone.
Recovering just as quickly as the first time, the second wound differed as she remained kneeling near the ground. As Shinjo met Kaito's eyes, both of them were taken by surprise: Shinjo by Koizumi's rough kick to the side and Kaito by the clone's punch to his face. Both sent flying by the attacks, it caused a switch of targets between the two teens.
Worried for Kaito's safety, Koizumi quickly did away with the clone via assault spell, causing her to leave the original alone, lying down, but slowly getting up for the next wave of attacks. Subconsciously picking up the sword as he ran, Kaito shot one last card. It didn't hit her, but it was near enough to create some smoke, the perfect cover as Kaito approached. Eyes after the card gun Kaito had thrown her way; the next item in Shinjo's sight was her own sword, aimed at her heart.
Tears gathering, she smiled with content. Closing her eyes, she waited for the final blow: and it came.
The sword crashed down. Shinjo's eyes remained closed.
Clone disappearing, Koizumi ran over. Horror on her face morphed into a shocked confusion as she stopped a few feet away. She was staring at the sword as Kaito held it in its position: in the stone, a good few inches from Shinjo's head.
Silent, it was a long while before Shinjo opened her eyes. Like Koizumi, she stared wide eyed at the sword protruding from the stone beside her. Unable to rise due to her injuries and Kaito's firmly placed foot on her stomach, she was only able to shout, "…What are you doing!? That was the perfect chance to end it all!" Angered and frustrated, she went about trying to irritate him, "Are you an idiot!? After all the times I've told you, you still don't get it! If you can't even kill me, Houseki will mop the floor with you! Raise that sword, damn it!"
About to let go of the hilt, Shinjo squeezed in one more insult: one more insult that finally made it through his poker face. "…I suppose if this is your best ability, your father's seal on her was just a lucky shot."
Gripping the sword tightly, Kaito muttered, "…don't ever insult my father…"
Noticing quickly the struck nerve, Shinjo went on, "Why not? I'm a natural critic: it's my job to point out faults. No doubt your father was full of them." Stones around the blade loosening, she continued, "He's dead, isn't he? Easy to kill a man like that."
"You've never met him…" Raising the sword, Kaito's teeth clenched. "…You have no right to say that."
"Who's going to stop me?" Tears were held back, but Kaito didn't notice over her purposefully mocking smile. Preparing to strike, Kaito heard Shinjo muttered one last phrase.
"…Show me your resolve."
Resolve.
Trees surrounding, fire in the distance, a gun in his hand: everything from that day came swarming back. Haibara and Koizumi's shouts …the sudden power he felt, but most dominantly, Houseki's taunt.
"I don't think you have the resolve."
Resolve: he had it before the shot; after the shot, all he had was guilt.
His entire being began to shake. Hilt high over his head, he was ready: ready for freedom, ready to kill. Conflicted, Shinjo drove a larger wedge between his decisions. "…Be the man your father wasn't; do it!" Deciding right at that moment, Kaito briskly brought the sword down.
…into the exact same position it had been only moments before.
Letting go of the hilt completely, Kaito brought his foot off of Shinjo's stomach. Hysteric and unable to hold back the tears any longer, Shinjo cried, "W-Why!? W-Why won't you kill me!? D-Don't you want to return to the mainland!?"
"I do. …but I also want you to keep on living." impassive, Kaito went on, "I told you this before…I refuse to kill you."
"W-Why!?" frantic, Shinjo continued to insult his father, "Is your old man a sap? Too weak to kill anyone!? Are you just going to end up a coward like him!?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do. …I don't want to stain that 'coward's' name by becoming a cold-blooded murderer." As more protests and cries sounded from Shinjo, Kaito explained himself, "Koizumi-chan never told you: I nearly killed Houseki. …I really did. I gave it my all; I had the complete intent to kill. However, she still bested me…and although it wasn't her intention, she left me with a bigger burden than defeat.
"Guilt…damned guilt."
Quiet and most likely conflicted, Koizumi could only manage, "K-Kuroba-kun…"
"You phrased it quite nicely before: 'Inside of a jewel, they can't fight back; inside of a jewel, you don't see their face as you strike the final blow.' …Like the legend, I only saw the 'Pandora Jewel', not 'Volley-kun's' soul inside of it. But the second I did, everything: the invigorating power I felt, the hate I had inside, my murderous intent – it all evaporated when I saw Kudo's face." Clenching his fist, he added, "I didn't fully realize I was taking a life, but as I did…I suddenly knew that in reality I was taking two. I didn't succeed, but if I did, I guarantee these feelings would be ten times worse."
With those feelings etched clearly on his face, Kaito stared intently at Shinjo. "…do you really think a guilt-stricken coward like that would be able to actually defeat Houseki? …That's what I'd become if I killed you. Doing this is practically suicide for me: whether I walk idiotically into battle afterwards or do myself in, the result would be the same.
"You also said you've lived through countless lives: you've been countless different lives. If I were to kill you, it'd be the same as killing countless people: as killing all those lives you've lived through." Still indifferent, one emotion finally shone through with his smile: sympathy.
"I don't remember when, most likely during one of Kudo's lessons, but Koizumi-chan said there was a cancelation to each and every spell. Instead of this," bending down, he extended his hand to the fallen Shinjo, "…why don't you find that cancelation and live through the rest of your life…the right way?"
Taking the hand reluctantly, she shook as Kaito helped her into a sitting position. Her other hand to her face, she constantly wiped away the tears she hid with her lowered head. "You…You're…you're just like…" Merely glimpsing the lookalike, she couldn't hold it back anymore. Crying much like the fourteen year-old they had heard only days before, she embraced Kaito, sobbing, "V-Volley-kun…!"
Not expecting the hug, it took a while before Kaito reacted. Unsure of what to do, he patted her back. He may have been confused as of his next course of action, but even Kaito knew words were null at that point. Just as she was supposedly calming down, one of Kaito's pats caused her to fall over. Concerned and somewhat baffled, the two teenagers suddenly realized their attack had wounded her further than they realized: she was unconscious.
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"…thank you for bringing me back here…and caring for me as well." Shinjo had drowsily muttered the next day after finally waking up. "…I didn't know your own healing spells were quite of that caliber."
"Personally, I didn't either." Koizumi quietly replied. "I…I barely use them."
"I still owe you thanks." Bowing her head, she frowned, "…and…so as not to break my promise…the boat should be here within the hour."
Somewhat confused – yet still relieved – Kaito questioned, "But…wait…does that mean you think we're ready?"
Nodding, she smiled, "Yes…definitely. Your tactics and skills were at a high degree. Coupled with your resemblance to Volley-kun, Houseki may be the one to underestimate you. Besides…I assume you have others who are willing to join you in the fight?"
"They may not play as dominant a part, but we do have our allies." Hattori, Haibara, the Kudos, possibly even Hakuba – there were plenty rooting for their cause. Already packed and ready to go, Kaito waved a goodbye as he and Koizumi headed for the door.
Just as they were about to leave, Shinjo shouted, "P-Please wait!" Obtaining their attention, she gradually let the words roll out. "I…I apologize for everything that happened.
"…and I'm positive your father must've been a splendid man."
Although not necessary, the last remark brightened Kaito's mood. Walking down the path soon toward the docks, he turned to Koizumi. "So, we'll be back soon, huh?"
"Yes…but it'll be pretty late." Thinking about the circumstances, she suggested, "…Why don't we actually check in with Kudo-kun tomorrow? That way it'll be more convenient: better timing and maybe I can come up with some lies on what we did on our 'school vacation to Hikone'."
Nodding in agreement, Kaito was none the wiser at that point: if they had shown up on Friday instead of Saturday many events could've been prevented. Of course, right then, Kaito was only thinking of his next trip over rough seas.
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Rolling out of her bed with a thud, Akako was greeted with an irritating afternoon phone call for an alarm clock. Stumbling over to…(okay let's face it) Buddy, she grabbed the receiver from his hands. With an extra yawn, she answered, "…Hello…?"
"Akako-chan, tell me! Where!? Where is my Shin-chan!?" Blasting out the better of Akako's two eardrums, Kudo Yukiko was in hysterics on the other end.
Instantly awake, Akako began her attempt at calming the woman down. "W-Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wh-What are you talking about? I…I don't know where Kudo-kun is. …Didn't you try the detective agency?"
"Of course!" between anger and concern, Yukiko still shouted. "They told me he went to visit his parents again: but, obviously, he's not here!"
Uncertain of her apprehension, Akako questioned Yukiko on it after answering, "You should try Agasa-hakase's then. …Anyway, why are you so…tense? Kudo-kun's probably just sleeping…like Kuroba-kun." Glancing over her shoulder at the thief snoring away, she had to wonder how he could sleep through the heinous ringing of the telephone. Along with that, she wondered why she had let him stay there in the first place.
Pausing with hesitation, and possibly to calm down, Yukiko slowly muttered, "I…I had a vision. Houseki…in a dark room, she grabbed my Shin-chan by the hair…and it was the normal Shin-chan, not 'Conan'. Then…with a jewel in her hand – it was glowing red – she only said one thing…
"…'Suru-So'."
Dropping the phone, Akako practically tackled Kuroba in the bed. Already startled from the impact, he was further wakened as Akako frantically shook him. "G-Get dressed, you moron! We're heading for Agasa-hakase's!" Leaving him no time to respond or explanation, Akako instructed Yukiko, "Get to the hakase's as quickly as possible: we'll meet you there!" With that, she hung up.
Exasperated as she saw Kuroba's wrinkled night shirt, she quickly snapped her fingers, summoning up two outfits for them to wear. Rushing as she put on her outdoor clothing, Kuroba followed suit – although highly confused. Opening the door with haste, Akako shouted back, "Watch the house, Buddy!"
"B-Buddy? …Oi, you're calling him that t-AGHH!" Grabbed by the wrist, Kuroba had no time for words. Akako was flying off, no broom, with him in tow. He hadn't heard much, but he could tell: something bad was happening.
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Arriving at nearly the same time, Akako, Kuroba, Yuusaku, and Yukiko all ran down the pathway toward the Agasa abode. Tempted to continuously ring the doorbell, Akako summoned up the will to only ring it once. With three out of four at their wits end, as the door opened they all began to shout, "Where's Shinichi!?" However, seeing the Osakan – the female Osakan – on the other side of the door, it changed to "Where's-H-Hattori-kun?"
Blinking at the sudden brigade, Kazuha called back into the house, "Heiji! …there are people here to see you!"
Hattori slowly walked into view. Noticing the arrivals, he waved Kazuha off to help Agasa in the kitchen. Shrugging as she walked off, Kazuha disappeared, leaving the area clear. Keeping his tone down, Hattori asked, "…what…what are ya guys doin' here?"
"Kudo-kun." Stating it bluntly, Akako got to the point. "…we need to see Kudo-kun."
"K-Kudo?" slightly surprised at their knowing, Hattori pondered the situation. "…Did Ai-chan tell ya? She did just leave a little while ago t' do some school report with the kids…"
"No, she didn't tell us, but that doesn't matter. …You're saying Shin-chan is here?" Concerned, Yukiko couldn't help but ask.
Tilting his head behind him, Hattori nodded, "Yeah, in the basement. Though, he's still sleepin' and…Kazuha doesn't exactly know he's here."
Rushing past, Yukiko immediately headed for the basement. Quickly following behind came the rest at the door, including Hattori. As he asked what was going on, they all stopped as Yukiko stalled to attempt to open the door. Reaching for the key in his pocket, Hattori didn't notice as Kazuha came down the steps. Opening the door, they all went in.
Kazuha, the only one able to speak, innocently asked, "Hey…why is Conan-kun's backpack here?"
It was a very good question: a better one however was, 'Why isn't Kudo here?'
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(January 16th)
Phew…I had other plans for the ending but it was way too long already. :'D
I find it funny: after a hilarious long chapter, you get an even longer chapter filled with sad things and unfunny moments. Saddest part in all of this: over a total of around 88 pages…I went through one week. OTL
Anyway, once more, if this is up it's because of Pandakitty. Until my internet is working, I'll be updating with her continued kindness or lamely at school.
*cough* Anyway, please don't be angry this took a while. I mean…46 pages in a week? That's roughly seven a day. Pretty fast if you ask me.
…*shot*
…see if anyone can tell which week of which month the next cataclysm will be! =D
