Persona 4
Ge-Ni-Us
Genius 29: What Wolves Know
Part 2
Naoto sighed softly. Somehow it just seemed so perfectly... Akihou... to vanish when it was -his- turn on trash duty. He always seemed to find a way to be irritating, at least in the detectives opinion.
As much of a hard worker as she -knew- Akihou was... he had a squirrelly nature hidden beneath it. But she had a right to blame him! She wasn't even supposed to be here now that school had let out for the day. -She- was now on -his- trash duty. Even as she lobbed the large black trash bags into the dumpster behind the school, she had to pause and think.
Why -would- someone like Akihou, who worked so hard at his training, both in magic and, apparently, in music, skip out on class? He even skipped out on something as minor as trash duty. It was an odd coupling of facts.
She turned, ready to head back to class when she spotted something in the corner of her eyes. 'Speak of the devil... and he will come.'
There sat Akihou, some distance away from her. Being the detective she was, Naoto immediately noticed that the orange haired boy had picked a perfect position. He was sitting behind a tree that put him directly out of view of any of the schools many windows. You had to go quite a ways out before you could see him.
He was relaxing in the crook of the roots of an old tree, a manila folder resting on his legs.
Naoto quickly marched over toward him. "You owe me a thank you."
"Thanks..." Akihou never even looked up from the papers he was reading. This, of course, only made the Detective Prince even more irritated at him. "So, remind me -why- I have to thank you again?"
The dark haired girl resisted the sudden, irrational, urge to reach out and rap her knuckles against his head. "It was -your- turn on trash duty!"
"Was it?" He looked up and gave the detective a half-lidded smirk. Naoto would have called it sardonic, though. After a moment, the orange haired boy sighed softly. "Well then... honestly... thanks."
Had Naoto's ears actually fooled her? Even though he turned back to his papers, that 'thanks' had sounded almost genuine. The detective shook her head softly. "I never thought I'd see you play the role of the role-model senpai, though." She smirked lightly as he twitched.
Oh yes... she knew exactly which buttons to push... to get her revenge.
"You were almost as cool back there as Reiko-senpai was when he was still here."
"Don't...put me on the same level as that annoying guy." Akihou sighed softly and tossed a half-hearted glare at her. He promptly returned to the stack of stapled papers he had been reading.
Now Naoto was curious...
He seemed to be very into whatever it was he was reading. And her time as a detective told her, only certain kinds of stapled papers were ever stored in manila folders. Usually documents of varying importance.
"So..." She slowly sat down near him. "What has you so riveted?"
The boy-magus glanced over his papers, toward her, and shrugged softly. "I received these from a... contact... during that last attack. They're reports on previous Persona cases that the Clock-Tower was keeping." His brown eyes stared at the detective near him, and he noticed two things.
The first being that she'd left her hat at home, again. It seems she'd been wearing it less and less these days. The second was that she was looking at him oddly... like she was shocked or something.
"You didn't... by chance... think I was skipping class to go partying on the town or something... did you?" A flat out glare was speared toward her.
"Um...Actually, I was just wondering -why- you were skipping class." She looked at him with a small measure of sheepish-ness on her face. "You don't seem like the type."
"I usually find I can spend my time better by training or researching." He flipped a page and folded it back. "I've already learned everything you guys are getting taught anyway."
"Y-you have?" Naoto blinked, canting her head to the side. Sure, she knew a lot of what the teacher had taught. She was the studious type after all. But there were equal amounts of things she didn't know being taught as well.
Akihou sighed softly. "Let me guess...You thought I only learned fireballs and love potions at the Magi's Academy? Right?"
Naoto had the good grace to blush on that one. Though she could hardly picture Akihou standing over some blackened iron cauldron, brewing a love potion.
Akihou merely sighed at the look on her face, though Naoto thought she could see a little amusement in there... beyond all the thorns. "The Academy has an intensive program. It teaches magic and alchemy right along-side math and history and the like."
Naoto sat back slightly. In other words, Akihou had already completed at least high school level learning... along side magic -and- music. She was beginning to see exactly why the cynical orange-haired boy had few social graces.
His time had been kept occupied by studies and the pressures exerted on him by his family.
"Hey Aki-..."
"I'm sorry."
-That- derailed Naoto worse than any criminal. The dark haired girl turned to look at the boy acrossed from her. He was staring at the paper, even though he had a pensive look on his face. "What?"
"I'm... sorry." He turned away slightly, under the pressure of her gaze. "Back during that fight... you said you 'couldn't quite hear that' and that you 'wanted to hear it again when it was all over.'"
Naoto had been completely thrown off track... but she did indeed remember saying something along those lines, back during their fight with that Kuei named Crow. She'd honestly only been hassling him a little.
She certainly never expected him to take it seriously.
Maybe... just maybe... Rise had been right. Underneath all those thorns that Akihou was 'wrapped' in...there -was- a nice guy. Naoto took a deep breath and smiled lightly.
"Apology... accepted."
That, of course, was followed by an extremely awkward silence held between the two youths.
Akihou cleared his throat and shut the manila folder, after stuffing the papers back into it. "You were going to say something?"
"Y-yeah..." The detective breathed a sigh of relief. This sometimes irritating orange haired magus seemed to have a knack for throwing her cool facade off. "A few days ago in class... When Gezi-san was being introduced...."
His face immediately hardened, so fast that Naoto actually paused.
"You were glaring just like you are now..." She stared at him intently. "Do you know him... or something?"
"Pigeon. Crow. Vulture. Shrike." He shook his head. "Putting aside the obvious fact that all our enemies have taken the names of birds..."
There -was- that, Naoto admitted. But just because someone's nickname was a birds name didn't immediately make him a vengeful Chinese ghost... did it?
"I just do -not- trust him." Brushing himself off, the orange haired boy stood. "And you shouldn't either, Naoto."
That was the first time he'd called her by her first name. Perhaps that was why his words had clearly rung inside her mind. "But -why- don't you trust him? I mean... he's just a transfer student... right?"
Akihou had started walking off, but paused as Naoto had asked him that last question. He simply muttered something that the female detective couldn't make out before continuing off.
What in the world... had the magus so on edge?
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He dodged to the right.
He weaved skillfully to the left.
His opponent growled in frustration, "S-Stand still! Damn you!" His opponents sword rose and up and came crashing down... But hit nothing except air. He looked up just in time to see the white tip of a shinai strike him perfectly between the eyes.
Yosuke winced, watching Reiko's opponent snap backwards and tumble to the ground, groaning in pain.
Reiko lifted the bamboo sword and settled it over his shoulder, tapping it against said shoulder lightly. "Man... you guys are hardly even a warm up..." The ashen haired genius stood over the bodies of no less than fourteen groaning and whimpering kendo practioners.
The army of the Monkey King had been routed... all because of one single Gray Fox.
And said Fox.... was looking over his handy work with his trademarked smirk. After a moment, he shifted his bamboo sword off his shoulder and pointed it directly at the last remaining member of the Monkey-King's Army.
The Monkey-King... himself.
"You're the only one left... captain."
And you could, quite easily, see how angry the captain was.
"Well... I'd heard there was a commotion..." A new voice broke the serene silence, give or take the groaning of several young men, of the forest.
Reiko's gaze shifted slightly, just enough to see the voices owner from the corner of his eyes.
The captain, however, launched himself forward at that very instant, his wooden sword flashing out. Reiko's attention had been forced back to the fight as he parried an incoming blow. 'Well... at least he earned his seat as the 'king.' He's much better than the rest of them.' Reiko ducked under a horizontal slash and lashed out with his own weapon, which the captain managed to block.
Yukiko, Chie, and Yosuke, however, had their eyes on the voice that had spoken just before the battle had begun.
He was a few years older than Reiko, by Chie's estimate. Though... not more than two or three years at most. He was... rather handsome, though not in any exotic way. If anything, some might call him rather plain. Short-cropped black hair and eyes hidden by round, black, Lennon-styled shades, the man who had interrupted them had a white and blue wind breaker tied around his neck using the sleeves. He also wore similarly colored jogging pants.
"Geh..." One of the kendo students, still cradling his head, glanced up at the voice as well. He was the one that had tried to ambush Reiko, if Yosuke remembered correctly. "S-Sen...sei..."
"It looks like you all have been rowdy... Goro-kun." The shades wearing man smiled softly, even though his words had sounded like a scolding. Well, Yukiko decided, a very laid back kind of scolding.
Chie blinked. "You're their sensei?" At his simple nod, Chie settled for staring. "B-but... You aren't that much older than us."
The man chuckled easily, crossing his arms at the small of his back. "My fathers idea, I'm afraid. But... well... it is -his- dojo." He turned toward Yukiko and bowed slightly. "My name is Shusuke. Homura Shusuke. I have to beg your forgiveness Ms. Manager. My students seem to have caused a scene."
"Sensei! We can explain!" It was that same student, Goro. "That gray-guy said if we beat him, we could stay here for free."
"That sounds like him..." Shusuke smiled pleasantly. "Though I'm sure he didn't say that until -after- you all started causing a problem." Goro admittedly looked a little shame faced. "I'm afraid it doesn't matter either way."
"Wha- What do you mean, sensei? No one can beat the captain!"
"You don't get it at all, do you, Goro-kun?" Shusuke merely chuckled softly. He raised a hand to point toward the fight still going on between Reiko and the captain. "Look at that mans feet."
"His... feet?" Yosuke canted his head in confusion. He, Chie, Yukiko, and the student named Goro all looked where the sensei had directed.
Despite the fact that the duel between Reiko and the captain had gone on for several strikes already...it still seemed to continue. However, the grass at Reiko's feet was matted down in a sharp circle.
"W-wait..." Chie rubbed her eyes. "He hasn't moved from that spot at all!"
"Correct." Shusuke spoke just like he looked... simple. "I'm afraid, Goro-kun, that even if there were fifty of you, you'd never beat Ieyaru Reiko."
Yukiko's ear twitched. She was sure no one had said Reiko's full name. But the sensei still spoke of Reiko almost as if... "Do... you know Reiko, somehow? Homura-san?"
At that, the shades-wearing man smiled softly. "There is no way I couldn't know him." He paused for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. "Though, Goro-kun... You might know him better as 'The Arrogant Rookie.'
"Arrogant... Rookie?" Now Chie was thoroughly confused. That feeling only doubled when all the blood seemed to drain from Goro's face. "Sensei... You don't mean..."
"I do..." Shusuke continued to smile, even as he observed the continuing duel. As he'd suspected, Reiko had yet to leave that little circle of grass. It seemed the captain had already noticed as well. Their states were totally different though. The captain was sweating and breathing heavily, and Reiko wasn't even breathing hard yet.
"What's this about a rookie?" Yosuke turned toward Shusuke, even as he kept one eye on the fight.
Shusuke watched his student, Goro stumble toward a near-by duffle bag. "A few years back, Reiko was quite famous, among kendo circles. In particular he was famous for the last fight he ever participated in. A championship duel."
"Really?" Yukiko was slightly surprised. She'd thought she knew most of what there was to know about Reiko. But then... she supposed... it was impossible to know everything.
"He didn't tell you?" The sensei merely smiled. "That's unexpectedly humble of him."
Goro returned with a magazine, turned to a certain page. Shusuke took it and handed it to Yukiko. "The ten best fights in the last ten years?" Apparently it was an article in a martial arts magazine.
"Correct." Shusuke returned to his statuesque pose, watching the duel. "Do you see the one that says... 'The King and the Arrogant Rookie?'"
Chie peered over her best friends shoulder. Sitting at number one on the articles list of best fights was indeed the title 'The King and the Arrogant Rookie' with an article under it. There beside the article was a picture... "Hey! That's Reiko!"
"Yeah..." Yosuke nodded. "But he looks a little different, doesn't he?" The gray haired boy in the photo had a wild... 'untamed' look in his eyes. He was holding his bamboo sword forward, as if he were pointing at someone.
"When Reiko was in his first year of high school, he took his team all the way to the championship. This was a team that, heretofore, hadn't been past the preliminaries in over a decade." Homura Shusuke chuckled softly. "A... dark horse if you will."
The dark haired Kendo-sensei continued. "At that championship... the opposing team was favored to win, hands down. They were going for a Consec."
"A what?" Yosuke paused.
"A Consec." Chie smirked. "It's when a school team wins all three years in a row. Freshman through Senior"
"Correct again." Shusuke continued, ever laid back. "This would have been their third victory, were it not for a dark-horse kendo team with a cocky freshmen. An 'Arrogant Rookie' if you will. He made history in a spectacular fight against the 'King,' a senior who hadn't lost a single match from his freshman year till he faced Reiko as a senior."
"W-wait... Sensei..." Goro had apparently piped up. "Wasn't that when you won the championship?"
"Yes it was." The black-haired sensei nodded. "Though more people remember Reiko, than they remember me. After all, it was his little quote that became the fights catchphrase."
"Catchphrase?" Chie seemed eagerly interested. Yosuke couldn't help but sigh. Martial Arts mania had taken hold of the female brunette.
Shusuke nodded again. "It's shown right under that photo." Those words drew Yosuke, Chie, and Yukiko's eyes toward that very spot. "He said, 'You'll make a good stepping-stone.' right to the face of the undefeated 'King.'"
"Are you telling stories again, Captain?" Reiko smirked, parrying another blow of the fight he was currently engaged in. However, his words were aimed not at the captain in front of him. "I'd have thought you would have dropped that habit by now.
Shusuke merely chuckled. "You certainly seemed to enjoy them back then, Reiko."
Reiko flinched. "You -know- everybody just listen to 'em to be nice... right?"
"I'm hurt...you think your senpai is boring?"
"No Comment." Reiko smirked. "Though I wish you didn't bring up that damn nickname."
"Tch! You? The Arrogant Rookie?" It seemed Reiko's opponent was less than happy to learn of the gray haired genius' previous fame. "I don't care if you're Miyamoto Musashi! I'll kick your ass!"
"Now whose being arrogant?" Reiko weaved to the left slightly, solidly blocking an attack.
"Well now, Reiko." Shusuke smirked ever so lightly. "I thought you loved the spotlight."
"I do." The gray colored boy ducked under another horizontal slash. "But -you- aren't the one permanently stuck being called a rookie...now are you?"
Yukiko couldn't help a chuckle. Reiko had no problem being called arrogant. No. It appeared his problem with his 'nickname' was that he'd forever be called a rookie. Typical.
"Wow..." Chie was looking at the man beside her, wearing those dark shades. "Reiko-kun's senpai, huh?"
Homura Shusuke merely smiled at that. "You said the picture in the magazine was different from the Reiko you knew, right?" The three of them nodded. "Well, to my eyes, it's -this- Reiko in front of me that's different."
It was Yukiko's turn to be confused now. "What do you mean?"
"I knew Reiko in middle-school. By reputation mostly." With a neutral look on his features, Shusuke pushed his dark shades up his nose. "However, the freshmen I came to know in my senior year in high school was a bit different from what I'd heard. He wasn't the 'storm' he'd been rumored to be at all."
Yukiko nodded to herself. That must have been when Reiko's teacher, Amane had been hospitalized.
"Rather... he seemed much more like a... storm sealed inside a bottle." He shifted slightly. "It's like there was always something behind those sharp eyes of his... Something he didn't dare let out."
"What's that mean?" Yosuke canted his head to the side. This laid back sensei seemed to like talking in riddles.
Yukiko, however, knew immediately what he meant. 'Reiko's 'shadow' self.'
"Hmm... How to explain it?" Shusuke brought a hand to his chin in thought. "Let's put it this way. If Reiko were an animal... what animal would that be?"
"A wolf." Yukiko responded so quickly that Yosuke couldn't help his chagrined smirk.
"Need ta think about that a little, Yukiko-san?"
"Not at all."
Chie smirked. "My first guess would have been a fox... but a wolf works too."
"A wolf. Yes, that would have been my first choice as well." Shusuke smiled, never taking his shaded eyes off Reiko's fight. It looked to be winding down. Reiko was toying with his opponent. It was obvious that the gray haired genius could end the fight whenever he wished.
However, it seemed Reiko wanted to teach a lesson to his opponent, and instead was letting the captain wear himself out against an opponent he could not beat.
"Back when he was a freshman, he was something like a caged wolf." That thought brought a smile to the sensei's face again. "And only when he stepped out onto the stage for his duels in Kendo, did he ever let that wolf... out. He beat down his opponents with little mercy. And his attitude reflected that. That's why he became known as an -arrogant- rookie."
"I see..." Yukiko's thoughts were inward. Yes, Shusukes explanations made sense. Reiko still had a little of that when he'd first come to Inaba. She'd only seen flashes of it, here and there, but that 'wolf' that Shusuke spoke of, was indeed there.
The scene that stood out most in her mind was when they were about to condemn Namatame. Reiko had lost his cool trying to keep them calm... trying to keep his friends from doing something rash.
And for a split instant, a very wild look had flashed through his eyes. A look that, now that she thought about it, looked a lot like the Reiko she saw in the photograph.
"What I see in the Reiko before my eyes, however, Well... I can only put it like this..." Shusuke's words drew Yukiko from her thoughts. " The 'wolf' inside Reiko is sleeping. That's to be expected though. He's grown, matured, and... calmed down." A small smirk found its way to his lips.
"Put that way..." Chie crossed her arms over he chest. "Yeah, I think I get what you're talking about."
There came a thunderous crack, and a wooden Bokkuto flew through the air, only to clatter on the ground.
Reiko's opponent, the team captain was down on one knee, holding his left wrist with his right hand and cringing. The shinai that the smirking genius had been wielding was held right at the captains throat.
The winner had been decided.
"However," Shusuke spoke up as he watched the end of the match. "That wolf is very much a part of -who- Reiko is, I think. For better or worse, it carried with it an air of power and respect." He took a few steps forward and turned to look at the two brunettes and the single black haired girl who stared back at him intently. "And I can say this with absolute certainty..."
He turned to look back at Reiko, who was talking pleasantly to a very annoyed kendo captain. "Reiko has grown, even as the wolf inside him rests and recovers. Whoever it is.... that's standing in Reiko's way when that wolf decided to wake up again..." He shrugged lightly. "Well... I very much pity them... if those two 'Reiko's' were to work as one..."
"I don't think there would be anyone who could stand in his way."
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Naoto sighed, clean up duty had taken longer than she had expected. Thankfully Rise had waited for her. Kanji had said he had a few things to take care of at home, and had gone on ahead. The detective dragged her shoes from the locker in front of her, and set them on the floor.
No sooner had she done so, than she felt a feather light tapping on her shoulder. "You look tired, Naoto."
"Thanks for the cheer... Rise." Naoto merely shook her head ruefully, setting her school slippers back into the locker.
"Hmmm." Rise couldn't help a small, teasing smirk. "That dry sarcasm sounds a lot like Akihou."
Once again, Naoto cut off the feeling of embarrassment before it reached her cheeks. "Don't put me on his level, please?" That got a laugh out of the auburn haired idol.
There came a sudden hum of mixed chatter coming down the stairway. The two girls spotted the source... or rather sources. A mob of girls from various years.
And at their center...
The boy with the platinum-golden hair and crystal blue eyes. He had his hands tucked into his pockets, his briefcase held under one arm as he walked, talking to one girl or another. He, apparently made eye contact with Rise for, as soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he made a bee-line for her. His fan club was in hot pursuit.
"We finally get a chance to meet, Kujikawa-san." Gezi Bai smiled quaintly as he approached her.
For some odd reason, Naoto didn't mind being ignored by the pale boy.
"Um... Do we know each other?" Rise looked somewhat confused by the attention however.
Bai simply smiled brightly. "I've been a fan of yours for a while now. I even bought your latest single... It's a good song!"
The dirty looks she could feel coming from the crowd behind the boy was enough to kill lesser folk. Rise was used to such attention however. Compared to paparazzi asking inane questions about your personal life, a few high school girl rivalries was a piece of cake. Not that the auburn haired idol wanted to make any such rivalries...
She could smell a playboy a mile away. "It's flattering of you to say so."
Gezi Bai chuckled. "No need to be so guarded, you know. I'm told I'm rather harmless."
Rise flinched at that comment. 'Depends on if you consider chastity harm-able.' She kept her wry smile off her features. "Gezi-san...I'm just..."
"Non... Non!" He wagged his finger at her chuckling softly. "Dove l'amour... Dove."
"La...moor?" Rise blinked.
"It's French... for 'love.'" Naoto twitched in a deadpanned gaze. A Chinese guy, speaking French just seemed somehow.... odd.
Rise sighed softly. "Sorry... um... Dove. But you really aren't my type."
Naoto withheld a smirk. Leave it to an idol to cast down the playboy that seemed to enthrall the whole school.
"Oh? And you know this how?" He seemed entire unphased by the rejection.
A mark of how many times he did this sort of thing, Naoto was sure.
"After all... I've only been here a few days."
"Let's just say...that you've got the wrong kind of charm for me..." Rise smirked a little bit. It had been a while since she'd turned away an over zealous admirer. The last time had been before she'd ever even met her senpai.
"You wound me." Dove seemed to be enjoying the little game, actually. "Then, might I ask, what type you go for?"
Rise kept her deadpanned amusement up for the moment. She brought a hand to her cheek and pretended to think about it for the moment. "Hmm... I'd have to say the hero-type."
"And you think I can't be a hero-type?" Dove smiled casually.
"You seem more like the villain-type to me..." Naoto let that one slip, even after trying to stop it. Rise couldn't help but chuckle even as the dirty looks transferred from her to Naoto.
"Ahh... well." Even then, Dove hardly seemed shaken. "You can't blame a guy for trying... now can you?" He chuckled softly. "I suppose I'll be seeing you all tomorrow then?"
Rise decided to entertain him... just a little. "Maybe."
"Better than a no!" Another bright smile. Before he turned and began to walk outside. His stalking fan club followed suit...
Only to be stopped quickly. Dove stopped rather suddenly,standing just before the school gate, his crystal colored eyes looked to his left. "You know... I'm used to being stared at by girls...but... having a guy staring at me feels just plain odd."
"A guy?" Rise blinked as she and Naoto stepped outside. Standing against the outer wall of the school was none other than Akihou. His arms were crossed and he was literally glaring daggers straight at Dove.
"Hmph!" Apparently two of the sheep that followed Dove around had broken from the herd. Two third year girls approached Akihou. "Don't even bother with this one, Dove-sama. He's just jealous of people who are actually popular."
Rise flinched... Did they honestly believe that? More over... Akihou wasn't even acknowledging their existence. His brown eyes were still focused directly on the smirking Dove.
"Hey! Stop staring at Dove-sama like that!" The other of the two 'sheep' that had approached Akihou stepped forward, grabbing a fistful of his jacket.
Naoto had no pity for those with no sense of self-preservation.
Akihou's brown eyes shifted from Dove, to the girl in front of him... And she jumped back like she'd been burned. If nothing else, Rise thought with a chuckle, Akihou had perfected the 'I'm pissed' look. The orange-haired boy quietly returned his gaze to Dove as he pushed off the wall and passed the two girls who had spoken to him.
The two boys came almost shoulder to shoulder, though Akihou faced out the gate while Dove continued to look toward the school building. Even though they were facing opposite directions... the air around them seemed... charged.
"Sie... riechen wie blut..." Akihou spoke, finally. But it was German that escaped his lips.
Dove, however, was -still- entirely unphased. "Ist das so?" Almost everyone seemed surprised to see Dove speaking German as well. The pale boy merely chuckled and shrugged in a showy manner. "Nun wolfe kennen ihre eigenen." His smirk turned vicious for a moment as he turned a glare of his own on Akihou. "Oder... vielleicht sind sie gerade ein Hund,der am mond heult."
Akihou's eyes widened slightly, though they quickly narrowed in what Naoto could only call a cross between suspicion and anger.
With a flourish, Dove spun on heel, and smiled as he walked down the path leading away from the school, his flock of sheep not far behind him. Akihou's brown gaze didn't leave Dove's back until the pale boy was out of sight.
"Akihou?" Rise scampered up beside him. "What was that all about? What about the bet? That didn't sound overly nice."
"I'm allowed to dislike someone, Rise." The idol blinked. The fact that he'd used her first name hadn't passed unbeknownst to her. "It's like I told Naoto. I do -not- trust him..." The orange haired boy began to walk off, out of the school. "And you shouldn't either."
For some reason, Naoto couldn't get Akihou's German sentence out of her head. Maybe it was the way he'd said it... but it somehow sounded... important. Being the detective that she was, she wouldn't go against her instincts.
She pulled out a pen and pad of paper and quickly jotted down what she thought he'd said. Maybe she could ask Reiko-senpai for a translation. However, as she wrote down that small sentence... the last word began to bother her some...
She hoped that 'blut' didn't mean what she thought it meant.
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A/N:Hello again everyone!
So! Reiko gets to play the main character for a little bit, while we get to meet his senpai and find out a bit about the last uncovered section of his life. Meanwhile we get to learn a bit more about Akihou while he serves up some more intrigue.
If you REALLY wanna know what Akihou said... learn German or find a translator ^_^
Till Next Time R&R as ya like!
--KW