Muv-Luv Reversal

by Zuoriel

Takeru has been leading a normal life until now. During the summer vacation of his second year in college he's invited by his high school friends to meet up again, to which he agrees. Shirogane doesn't know that this decision would release the nightmares that have been haunting him for some time, nightmares that would be better left forgotten.

58. Shadows of the Silver Blossom

A/N: Latter half of this chapter has been revised.

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Chapter 58: Shadows of the Silver Blossom

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December 2nd, 2001. Near 2 PM.

(Imperial Palace, Tokyo. Meeting Room.)

[Yuuhi]

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An overhead chandelier illuminates the narrow space of this meeting room where we five Regents have once more gathered. And as all times before, the regal, opulent ornaments and furniture reflecting a halo of radiant light, the fragrance of relaxing incense, and the sublime delicacies that were laid atop the table, covered by a tender lily mantle that has my House's emblem on it, none of such things could sow any measure of fellowship into this room or our gazes.

"…Regarding your decision to bequeath Yokohama Base with ten Takemikazuchi Type-C units," Takatsukasa-dono inquires, a scythe roving within his lips, "What compelled such hastiness, Your Highness? Why would you not consult with the Regency Council for such a vital negotiation?"

"…Those units were mine to command. As the acting Regent I am, I decided to seize the opportunity presented to me," Meeting his cerulean eyes without hostility yet freezing my tone, I thus continued, "All other Type-00 units available to the Guard are required elsewhere, and had I involved the Regency Council in the transfer, the possibility that some of our more fervent fellows would decry our decision was too large to ignore. Which is why the Koubuin House shouldered this deal on its own, so that if blames must be placed at a latter date, the Shogunate doesn't find itself suffering from an erroneous decision I made."

The young and newly appointed Head of the Saionji House coughed, halting the displeased stride of Takatsukasa-dono, "However, even if each Regent House can act independently, as the current Shogun, you should heed the interests of the Empire first, Your Highness. The Takemikazuchi does not belong solely to the Koubuin House, an ill-spirited fellow could claim you're abusing the powers of the mantle of the Shogun," He declared, much pride permeating his tone, "Having you carry out such selfish, individualistic actions will quite certainly not be welcomed by-"

"With all due respect, Saionji-dono," Ailing blazes surging forth, I make no attempt at dulling my animosity, "the Empire and the IRG both will gain much from the deal I secured, more than if the Regency Council had been involved. Are you implying you do not believe the Type-C to be a tempting offer for our allies?"

All three of them silenced for a moment, I could practically hear Maya groaning in disagreement right behind me while Kujo-sama gave a silent nod in agreement and support to my words. Despite how later he sent me a subtle gaze, concern and surprise in equal measure within his expression. I cannot blame either Maya or Kujo-sama for their reactions, after all it has been a long time since I ever retorted with such impulse hewn into my complexion.

…Since you haven't guarded my back from the shadows, pierced my nape with your glare, I haven't found the bravery to push aside the concerns about safeguarding our current fleeting peace out of my mind. Yet… I believe you'd have agreed with this course of action to guard the peace of tomorrow instead, Takeru.

"Ahem…" The young man's light orange eyes shuffled through wonderment, shock, and finally a tense nervousness in mere moments, shifting in his seat uncomfortably as he slowly traced his equally orange hair in an attempt to regain his poise, "That is not the issue at hand, Your Highness. While I admit that perhaps your decision was indeed correct, we cannot hand over the Takemikazuchi to foreigners no matter the reason. It is, after all, the fruit of arduous years of research. The pinnacle of Imperial technology, a symbol of our military might."

"Then, pray tell, if you stalwartly refuse to sell any of our technological advancements, how are you proposing that we acquire the necessary funds this Empire requires to finally begin to thrive once again, Saionji-dono? I'm certain that none of us Regents is wishing to request more tribute from our common fellows, after all," Narrowing my eyes, not relenting the pressure on this occasion, the young Head can only groan as an answer.

Of course, no one of their faction would admit that they wish to yet again raise the taxes or yet again lower the allotted budgets if it meant keeping all the spoils of our R&D sector for themselves. At the same time, they would be the firsts to push for a contract if they had been forwarded such a proposition or saw the chance for their House alone to gain profit from the deal. Just as Ikaruga-dono did with the Shiranui-1C units under his command, now on their way to the Fuji Corps.

Kujo-sama coughs, his dark, long hair moving minutely as our gazes cross for a second, while he leans on the table for a moment, "In that regard, I believe Her Highness only attempted to build more bridges to safeguard our current peace. And such endeavors should be supported by the Regency Council and the Guard, more so in light of… the status of the Project," He states, voice low. All of us nod, the younger Head slower than the rest. Kujo-sama then smiles faintly, "After all, Her Highness' initiative to search for a market for the Takemikazuchi Type-C is equal to that of Ikaruga-dono's efforts to find one such market for the Shiranui-1C and the XFJ Project," Ikaruga-dono and his retainer seemed to flinch for a moment, the Regent quickly returning to his frozen complexion, "And I must admit, I am in agreement with such propositions."

Before anyone else could interject, I rested my hands on the table as I spoke up, "So as you can see, three members of the Council are in agreement to these affairs. Are you perhaps saying you're opposing our decisions, Takatsukasa-dono, Saionji-dono?"

Both of them shift unpleasantly under my glare, the older folding his arms and drawing his breath in, the younger unwilling to sheathe the embers of his mood, much to his young retainer's dismay.

"…Please, Your Highness," Ikaruga-dono smiles once more as he softly speaks, waving a hand on the air as calmly as his tone echoes, "There is no need for such hostilities. Also… while it is comforting to know my actions have received your blessing, handing over the Takemikazuchi without consulting the Council is not a wise move."

"Yet, time is a luxury we do not enjoy. If we ask our people to compromise their daily lives, we of the Regent Houses must lead by example and find a solution to our current woes. If we who stand above them in leadership wane and waver when having to employ our own assets, how could we ask our people to keep enduring such harsh living conditions?" I ask and glare, releasing the bindings of my inner, most truthful concerns.

After all, if my hunch is correct on who directed Takamura to Yokohama and meddled with the Minister of Defense, I cannot simply remain idly by. Tying your, quite sudden might I say, proposal to send those Shiranui 1C units to the Fuji Corps with my own plans will force your hand into agreement, Ikaruga-dono. And if that were to fail, citing our duty as rulers is certain to bring forth my desired outcome.

Of course, such a forward approach has inherent risks to it… Yet, I force myself to remain still as an obelisk. Gulping forcefully once more, knees shivering and my nape growing stiff, cold sweat slowly trickled, descended down my back. Resisting the impulse to back down from the other Regent's gazes, to further release the bindings of my inner mood, or the urge, the craving to look back at who I know is not there, my fingers again clasp each other tightly, all of my breathing held hostage in my stomach.

"Hmm… I do agree that us five must take the lead and be a beacon for our people," Ikaruga-dono finally nods, a hand on his chin, "Yet, the Takemikazuchi is the sole armament of our research for procuring domestic weaponry for all of our forces that was safely completed during the invasion. It is our pride and soul, the phoenix's light that shone above our old Capital's ashes, and what gives us of the Imperial Guard a most needed tailwind to negotiate with the UN for any future missions they might require our presence in."

Kujo-sama slowly leans into the table, voice once again low, "The same could be said of the Shiranui-1C, as the standard our MDF should have adopted, and all here present know that you were the one who proposed to hand it over to the UN for the XFJ Project."

…And that's saying nothing on all the setbacks the 1C received from his House in particular when it should have become the standard of the IJA, citing the adaption time to the new OS as a deterrent. Merely thinking about it, recalling all those arguments is enough to incite a slow scorching on my throat, my interlocked fingers to clasp each other tighter. Freeing my breath, I lean back in an attempt to assuage my currents of thought, limiting myself to watch the exchange for the moment.

A slow gesture towards Makabe as the retainer was about to move, Ikaruga-dono's stare clashes with Kujo-sama's unblinking, frosting over his tone, "Indeed I did, yet you cannot compare the worth of the unstable nature of the 1C to that of the Takemikazuchi, a machine that saved our Kyoto's first perilous night of battle on its very first sortie as an untested craft."

My fingers tighten further, air seeping slowly through my nose, an acidic taste raising through my throat. Kujo-sama leans back onto his seat, yet his expressions shows the desire to do the opposite. The other two Heads hastily nod in agreement, allowing a smile to rise to the surface.

Ikaruga-dono continues, unabated yet still calm, "Also, I did request for approval of the Council and the daughter of the past leader of the 1C's development when forwarding the creation of the XFJ Project. And had that incident not occurred, the Shiranui Second would be a reality by now, alongside the EML-Railgun," A small sigh afterwards, an avalanche of honest dejection for a second coming to his face, he leans back and smiles once more, "Furthermore, I did not say I am opposed to the arrangement procured by Her Highness. I am only inquiring on what compelled the decision to happen now of all times, and in such a hasty manner."

Takatsukasa-dono raises a brow in puzzlement, as much as me and Kujo-sama do as well, "Ikaruga-dono, are you truly in agreement with this loan?" He inquires.

Resting a hand on his cheek, the ever present court smile never wanes, "I am not opposed to the export of the Type-C, no. Also, Her Highness and Kujo-dono have raised a valid point. We are obligated to lead, to stand above the Heavens as a guiding light for our people, and we cannot remain idling in these trying times we're facing," Straightening his posture, his stare towers onto those who had smiled moments before, "And had the Shogunate been the one to forward the proposition instead of the Koubuin House on its own, I believe we can all agree that Kouzuki would not have received the proposal in good faith," He chuckles, the others seem to nod, resigned, "In any case, bequeathing the Type-C units to Yokohama was indeed a fine move, if only a bit rushed."

Saionji-dono winced momentarily, "However… our domestic industries' trade secrets would…"

"I would not worry so, Saionji-dono," I say, forcing a smile, "While it is true there is an inherent risk with this affair, there are also many boons we could all earn. After all, why would the UN try to replicate our own domestic advancements when it would be far more convenient for them to outsource the manufacturing of any specific parts to our industries?"

Shocked for a moment, the young man wavers, "Yet… there is no guarantee that such a thing would occur. And the Guard is in dire need of any and all Takemikazuchi units we manage to produce. We possess no luxury to hand over any Type-00 units when some of us are still using Zuikakus."

"Please, Saionji-dono," Ikaruga-dono follows, again waving a hand, "Her Highness speaks the truth. While in the short term our procurement rate of Type-00 units would fall, the funds such sales would earn the Empire could allow us to finally begin the plans of restoration we had arranged after Lucifer."

Takatsukasa-dono nods, sighing, "It has been a long time already, it's true. If the situation does not improve quickly, we could be risking incurring a riot sometime next year. And seeing our domestic industries have not managed to thrive just yet, I suppose compromising the Type-C variant to the UN is the preferred alternative," He states, and all of us nod in agreement.

Despite the boons it would present us, despite the promised aftercare, no one in this Empire desires for the Treaty to be reinstated. And if such a thing were to happen… I sincerely doubt you'd ever forgive me.

Gulping suddenly, his hold over my neck, his cold gaze squarely on me returned for a speck of a second. Choosing to release what air I still held through my nose, my fingers searched for my cup of tea as Saionji-dono was assuaged by the others.

"And as I am certain we all are in agreement…" Looking up once more, I saw a clear smirk rising into Ikaruga-dono's complexion, "it is in the Empire's best interests to support the Alternative Program, come what may. And there is no greater show of power, of support to a scientist of the Imperial Research Institute than to bless her with our very best blade. Having Alternative IV's vanguard triumph by using our Takemikazuchi would truly be the most appropriate way to convey its might to the international community, while also safeguarding the Empire's future. Thus, the Ikaruga House is in agreement with Her Highness' plan, and as its Head I give my blessings to this arrangement."

I nod, lowering the cup slowly, regaining an amicable complexion, "And I do towards your petition to send those 1Cs units to the Fuji Corps, as well," He smiles, I thus look towards the other Regents, banished are my smile and warmth the more I lean forward, "Thus, Takatsukasa-dono, Saionji-dono, your position on this regarding my proposal is…"

Rather hastily, both nod after momentary and unexpected shock. A small touch on my shoulder, Maya's face was mired by concern as our eyes met. Not understanding for her worry, as I looked back into the table I caught my reflection on what little tea was left within the coup. Once more, fire was pouring as you used to say. Sighing softly, inhaling sharply, I try to return a smile to my face. I was merely trying to sound resolute, yet it seems today's dreams have caused me more distress than I previously thought, for me to fail so in restraining my emotions.

"…Now then, are there any other matters that require discussion?" I ask as I finish my tea, hoping it'll help me calm down again.

Saionji-dono straightens his posture, "Ahem… My fellows have received word from the Diet, just before we arrived to the Castle. It seems a request for a press conference will be arriving shortly, due to what they believe is an increase in volcanic activity near the Niigata frontline."

All of us paled, sobering up and vanquishing the reticence, the intrigue between our gazes at the threat this supposed.

Kujo-sama leaned forward again, "Are they certain of these news? What of our outposts?"

"At the very least, the men from the Diet affirmed the claim. My fellows have not noticed anything as of yet. However, I am of the opinion that we should preemptively act on this warning, regardless of the veracity of the intel," Saionji-sama states, "Considering the few reports we've received, one cannot deny that an eruption would eventually occur. I suggest that we order a compulsory evacuation, before such a natural disaster happens," He firmly says, Kujo-sama nodding in agreement.

Takatsukasa-dono shakes his head, a hand sinking into his cascading hair, "Yet, those who still remain beyond the second defense line do so on their own wishes. I do not think it wise to forcefully remove them from their homes. The impact such a course of action would have on the media, the IJA's chain of command, and the shelters is certainly a threat to our stability."

"Yet… we cannot simply turn a blind eye to this threat. And that is without considering the possibility of the eruption occurring during a BETA incursion," I sigh as the others grimace and look down, all present knowing there is no easy solution.

We do not even have the required hands to send on an evacuation mission, not when the BETA continue to relentlessly assault our shores at least once every two weeks. Neither the MDF nor the IRG possess the manpower to spare for covering such a wide area, if they must scour all the small settlements near the mountains with potential volcanic activity, when they're already hustling daily to confirm that dreadful report that Chief Yoroi and Hikami-san confirmed a few days ago, that horrible incident after the last defense operation in Niigata.

"While all of the points raised are true…" Ikaruga-dono yet again smiles, "If I may be so bold, why not request aid to the UN for these relief efforts?"

"Huh?! To request UN aid? T-That would be a show of weakness on our part, I believe," Saionji-dono declares, face paling by the second, "To leave the duty of guarding our peasants to them would-"

"Yet, we do not possess the hands required to order such an expansive evacuation," I state, leveling a stare at the young Head, "And I believe we could ask for support in the operation, not for them to perform it in our stead."

"Certainly, that would be a fine solution," Kujo-sama says with a nod, "After all, we have given them ample shows of goodwill with both the railgun and the Type-C sent to Yokohama. Perhaps, we could ask the crew of Yokota to aid our scouts in their search for those stragglers?"

"Indeed, that would be a wise move," Takatsukasa-dono relents, sighing once more, "If only, to truly test the UN's position after these arrangements of late. Your Highness, would you be in agreement to this course of action?"

"…I suppose there is little choice," Even more considering the request that came from Undersecretary Tamase for a meeting with Kouzuki herself. Furthermore… in this way, I have attained an excuse for Maya to contact Hikami-san, "My own fellows shall contact Yokota Base if the proposal is accepted. Takatsukasa-dono, may I leave the talks with the UN's HC Council in your hands?"

He quickly bows down, voice firm and resolute, "But of course, Your Highness! I shall attain an answer as soon as possible."

"On that note…" Ikaruga-dono again speaks up, "I believe the press conference should be arranged shortly. Both to assuage the peasantry's opposition to the evacuation as well as quell the… disquiet within the MDF."

"Worry not, I shall endeavor to find an appropriate time for it," I affirm, perhaps colder than intended, when returning his gaze, "So then, was there anything else?"

"Ahem…" Takatsukasa-dono interlocks his fingers, delaying his inquiry for a second, "There is one last matter I wished to ask. I suppose a maintenance crew was sent alongside the Type-C units to Yokohama. Which members were chosen for this task?" His gaze growing piercing when leaning forward, Saionji-dono mimicking the gesture while Ikaruga-dono merely gazed at me, with a neutral and cold expression this time.

A single step forward, Maya bowed down before answering as diligently and cold as habitually, machine-like almost, "Her Highness chose the second maintenance crew belonging to our fellowship, commanded by Master Sergeant Kazama. They have yet to send a formal report, but they contacted us with news that the first mock battle of the A-01 STF with their new units was soon to happen. I believe it won't be long before they grace us with a report," Standing in attention, she then steps back behind me.

"I do not know if that was a wise move…" Ikaruga-dono counters, toxic displeasure cradling his face and stiffening posture, "Your fellowship's units in protection of this Castle are already short-staffed, to say nothing of those in Camp Kitanomaru. Perhaps calling for another team that's stationed further in the back would be in order?" He inquires, sounding closer to a firm statement. Saionji-dono quickly nods to the notion.

"I… am not certain that is necessary," Takatsukasa-dono relents, "There are few of our fellows as skilled as the Mst Sergeant, I must admit. I am in agreement with the arrangement," He states with a nod my way, Kujo-sama doing the same.

"Well, I suppose that is three to two. Would you be wishing to further debate on this matter, Ikaruga-dono?" Tilting my head, resting my hands near my cup, I try to smile.

Veiling his sight for a moment, he eventually relents a sigh, "No… Let us not waste time on this. So, I suppose we shall be meeting back for the requested audience with Professor Kouzuki?" He inquires, all four of us nod, "Very well, I've no further inquiries to raise," Thus, he leans back into his seat.

I gazed at the other Regents, who remained silent as they finished their tea. Gazing back at Maya, she also shook her head. Then, one of the other retainers stepped forward.

"Would… you kindly allow a question, Your Highness?" The fudai behind Saionji-dono inquired, tone creaking as her quivering shape when deeply bowing down.

"Yes. What would you be wishing to ask?" Smiling earnestly, I nod at her to raise back.

Joining both hands by her waist, she stood as still as an obelisk, her voice barely enough to traverse into my ears, "Erm… I have heard 1st Lt. Takamura was sent to Yokohama as the representative of the XFJ Project. Thus, considering how little personnel said project must have, I… was wishing to know if there were plans to bolster it with some of our fellows."

"Hmm… While that would be in our best interests, I do not believe it wise. It could both give a wrong impression to some of our fellows as well as the UN," Also, I sincerely doubt Kouzuki would allow such a proposal. It would only serve to damage the still cordial relation we share with the scientist.

Kujo-sama and Takatsukasa-dono silently nod in agreement, disdain and regret stream forth within Saionji-dono's eyes as he grew ever stiff, subtly glaring back at his retainer.

The fudai woman looked most positively dejected, her already minute voice crumbling further along her gaze, "H-However… to yet again leave her as the sole representative of the IRG…"

"I suppose we could inquire on the matter during the coming audience, Your Highness?" Ikaruga-dono suggests, giving the retainer a sympathetic nod.

"…If the opportunity arises, and the situation would welcome it. However, Saionji-dono, did you have anyone in mind to send to 1st Lt. Takamura's aid?"

Clearly startled, his sight craved the ceiling for a moment, "No… Ahem… This is more of a personal request coming from my retainer, as a past fellow of the Lieutenant. If the agreement is given, I shall shoulder the responsibility of this request and send 2nd Lt. Amamiya herself to Yokohama," Giving me a short bow, he states.

…I suppose, that to suggest to send his own retainer for this matter, he is both trying to shield himself from the unexpected proposal of the woman and clearing a way to get rid of her. Saionji-dono wouldn't simply let one of his retainers leave to the UN if he valued their services, considering his attitude. Either that, or he's testing the woman's loyalty.

Takamura is a member of the Takatsukasa fellowship after all, and someone who possesses Regent blood in her veins as well. Despite the good relation my House has with Lt. Col. Iwaya, I also harbored doubts towards the young woman, cousin of those in the succession branch of her own fellowship, at one point even if I now believe her worthy of the praise her 'Uncle' sang in her name.

"…Very well. Then, are there any other inquiries?" This time no one spoke up, thus I stood from my seat, "Well, this shall mark an end to this meeting. As always, it has been a pleasure. Let us hope the coming audience can find us in such an amicable atmosphere once more," All present now in agreement, the Regents also standing up, "Now, if you'd excuse me," Giving a nod to them which they return, I turn around and exit the room followed by Maya.

Slow steps, long steps into the hallways towards my audience room, where perhaps more meetings await for the remainder of the day. A small break for lunch is all I'll have to spend some time on myself, to try and rein in these embers that have refused to be doused since I've awoken today.

…Still, to have a busy timetable is of great aid today. Had I not be required for anything, left to my own devices… the wait for Mana's report would have been insufferable. I wonder, are they already talking with him? What answers will Takeru give them now?

Feeling my feet start to slow down and drag themselves on the floor, as if sinking on wet mud, I sigh and shake my head, looking up and outside from myself once more.

"Is anything the matter, Your Highness?" Maya asks, coming to my side.

"No, it is nothing."

"Please, you've not been your usual self all day long," Growing closer, inching closer, she whispered, "Do not be so distraught, the report shall come in due time."

"Sigh… Was it that obvious?"

"Yuuhi-sama, there are few other matters that could send your ire unfettered in such fashion," She ascertains with a nod.

"I suppose…" Unable to hold another sigh in, my stride again slows down. I am loath to admit she is most right, and that I've not yet tamed the remnants today's dreams reignited in me, "What other duties require my attention after lunch?"

"Meetings regarding the Castle guard's schedules and the arrangement for the meeting with Vice Commander Kouzuki. Gekka-sama and other fellows should be arriving in an hour, approximately, with the formal request from the Undersecretary as well as what little Yokohama revealed on this meeting's contents," She states, tapping her glasses.

"I see. Let us rest for a spell during lunch, then."

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Same Day. Around half an hour ago.

(In a meeting room, Yokohama Base.)

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A clock's tickling shaves the seconds away, the fluorescent cold white light showering from above atop the lone, long rectangular marble blue table and the standard issue charcoal black chairs to the sides. And with a slow gesture, 1st Lt Tsukuyomi locked her gaze onto the clock nearby.

"…It has been already ten minutes since the agreed time for the start of this meeting passed,"By a soft sigh she hanged her head,"To think we arrived five minutes earlier than the appointed time to now be left in wait like this… I could understand a few minutes of tardiness, but ten minutes and counting? How much longer are they planning to make us wait?" She repined while resting both hands on the cold surface of the table.

Her gaze veering left towards the windows, the filtering rays of sunshine amidst the clouds covering the skies, the cold breeze seeping through the small opening, all of such did little to assuage the rising displeasure the retainer felt within.

General Daizaburou groaned to himself as he shivered slightly upon the cold wind, readjusting his position on the chair by the 1st Lt's side. Expression also growing slightly bothered by the wait, he began rechecking the few documents the guards had prepared for the umpteenth time, while sending a few gazes to the item that laid hidden under the table.

Yet, as the clock kept tickling, as the papers were rustled and rechecked, as the breeze swirled in and out of the meeting room, no one came to their presence.

1st Lt Tsukuyomi began stretching her legs momentarily, hitting a chair in the process, to dispel the stiffness in her posture. And she once more gazed at the doorway, pondering whether or not to call for the trio that stood guard outside. Yet the door then parts open, allowing the Vice Commander and… him to swiftly enter the meeting room followed by a small complain from the aforementioned trio. Kamiyo tried to follow into the room, frown intensifying, in her quest to demand punctuality, yet was sent recoiling away from the room by Tsukuyomi's siege of a glare.

Straightening her posture, the retainer breathed in as the UN's duo sat down, the General rearranging the papers into a straight formation. Despite their attempt at retaining a neutral facade, the edge of their lips, the forefront of their fingers, and part of their insides gradually began to be piked by small thorns.

Professor Kouzuki remained immutable, cold and imposing as an ice wall just like every time the guards had been face to face with her. Small but sharp steps towards a chair, a relaxed yet firm complexion she reflected when sitting in front of Daizaburou.

On the other hand… the cadet's eyes hadn't even graced the guards with a fleeting gaze. Tight expression hewn into his face, feet unwilling to lift from the floor as he strode towards the seat in front of Tsukuyomi, delayed gestures as he eventually sat with his gaze lost on the table. Resigned as a cloth left to the wind's whims and far more apathetic than the scientist on her worst days, such a grim expression forebode ill matters and retold a story both Tsukuyomi and Daizaburou would wish had already reached its final act.

Almost like a mirror into the past, back two years in time. You'd understand if they immediately grew dejected at seeing such an attitude in Takeru's face.

Sharing a look with the General, Tsukuyomi tried to assuage her own disquiet but only found Daizaburou merely shaking his head subtly in dejection. So alone she was with those thoughts, what crawled, clawed from within when recalling the time when such an expression was commonplace in his daily attitude. When she had to deal with the piling pressure of the daredevil that always lurked in the Shogun's shadow.

The XO coughed, interlocking her fingers as she looked right ahead into the guard, "Forgive the wait. I had some urgent matters to attend. Now then, let us begin. I believe you had some inquiries for my protegee regarding the… katana he brought with him from America?" Undaunted and firm, Yuuko leaned on the table. Takeru still hadn't even looked up.

General Daizaburou nods, gazing the cadet's way as he reached for the item they had brought, "Indeed. Let us dispense with the intrigue, since you've given word that this room is free of bugs. As the General of the Imperial Guard and an advisor of Her Highness the Shogun, I am wishing to know how did you came into possession of this Minaru Kamui during your stay in Yukon Base, Cadet Shirogane," Resting the clothed blade atop the table, both guards stared straight into his face, as the scientist also did.

Leaving the entire room in silence for a moment while he took a deep breath, as slowly as his arms were laid on the table Takeru's eyes grew narrow, reigniting the cold embrace of an old glare in Tsukuyomi's nape.

"I think I've already told you all I could," Even his voice was now as ailing as winter's coldest night. The small pause that followed as his hands shifted in their lock and the aversion in his stiff posture only served to further distress both guards, you'd understand, "…Someone who was close to me before I came here, someone who's already dead, was the one who gave me the blade," He finished, even confiscating the neutral coldness from before when recalling those days.

"That much you've told us, yes," Tsukuyomi softly nodded while trying to look into his eyes, "However, we'd be wishing to learn the name of the person who had the Minaru Kamui then," She slowly affirmed.

Yet was met with a frontal, furrowed gaze from Takeru, "…What for? That person is dead, and if the blades are as important as Cadet Mitsurugi made them out to be, the Shogunate should have a database of who has them. It wouldn't be too hard for you to cross out from where I got this one."

"…Perhaps there is an oddity in our records," Daizaburou notes, low and composed, "And since we've confirmed this Minaru Kamui to be a genuine one, I must learn how it fell in your hands. Vice Commander, have you found anything regarding this?"

She shakes her head, a few fingers slowly brushing her chin, "No, at all. The data banks of Yukon have all been wiped after the incident, even to this day they're counting casualties and soldiers that went MIA the more they investigate, it seems. In that regard, I'd suggest you look into the Imperial officers stationed there… Yet, I suppose you'd have already done such."

The retainer nods, gulping slowly as the cadet does not change his expression at all, "Indeed. Which is why we are wishing to know who gave Cadet Shirogane the Minaru Kamui, to investigate said fellow."

"It's pointless," He shoots out, as if aiming for BETA.

"…Excuse me?" Unable not to frown, emptiness craved Tsukuyomi's insides under his harsh stare.

"Cadet Shirogane, please do mind your wording," Yuuko admonishes quickly yet calmly, and they stare at each other for a moment. Neither relenting in their position, as if two opposite currents collided against each other in open waters into a twister.

"…My apologies, Vice Commander," Giving a short, brief and small nod, releasing air from his nose as a bull, Takeru then looked away to which Yuuko shook her head.

The exchange had left the Imperial Guards perplexed, confused. As the scientist detailed how it was that she came to know of the Minaru Kamui's presence in her base, from that small altercation Takeru had with Mitsurugi after the Defense of Niigata, and how most of her probing for intel had met in dead ends, Yuuko ascertained to General Daizaburou that she could not find anyone willing to disclose any intel regarding the affairs of these blue blades.

And the minute displeasure within her voice, the pointed frustration in her eyes convinced both guards that she was, in fact, telling the truth. Which indeed she was, Yuuko was beyond herself in annoyance that she had found no one willing to speak on the little sword's secret on this Empire.

However, Tsukuyomi couldn't help but to wonder, seeing the small rift between the scientist and her supposed 'protegee', the subtle gazes she sent towards his still apathetic shape when speaking of the blade's affairs, "…I had believed they were in good terms, however… it seems I was mistaken. Well… Takeru was never too fond of the UN, or the Vice Commander."

As the scientist was finishing her side of the story with what Takeru had told her of the blade on his report after the argument with Mitsurugi, as Daizaburou wrote down it all on a paper, as Tsukuyomi corroborated the facts Yuuko stated, the retainer's eyes were again drifting towards Takeru, who had remained oddly, eerily silent thus far.

"He would seem to be calm at the moment, yet Takeru's complexion is far, far rougher, rugged than when we spoke in the track field as of now," She noted, tracing some hair as she swiftly switched her sight between him and the XO, "At the time, a small shine, a lingering cheer was still in him. Now on the other hand… no remnant of the bright flowers, of that kind glow of his younger self… yet, the clear fire is also not in Takeru's eyes or gestures… They're not as sharp and averse as when he came back from Mogami, and he's keeping quiet instead of bombarding us with words. Is this Kouzuki's doing? Perhaps, did he… recall anything about those days?" Not a second after the thought festered, worry began to tint, swirl and mix within her.

"That was a much welcomed report, XO," Daizaburou rests an elbow on the table, rubbing his temple as he nods towards Yuuko. A second to replenish his breathing, the General looks towards Takeru, "Then, now that this has been clarified, what did your prior words mean, Cadet? Why would it be pointless to ask for who gave you the Minaru Kamui?"

"Sigh… The one who gave me my blade… isn't from here," He slowly, dejectedly says, lips twisting in as he stole a gaze towards the sword.

And again, shadows screamed beyond the mirror's reflection. And again, both guards felt their breath caught in the base of their throat.

"That the same hollowness in his eyes… hunching over as slowly if an entire monument had been placed atop his shoulders… as when we spoke on the hill nearby… the day we left Hakuryo Base, and Yuuhi-sama left to become the Shogun. When she removed the Koubuin emblem from his person," Tsukuyomi notes as her hands subtly, minimally shake.

"Much akin to that expression he endowed after his return from Mogami, when he decried we had forced his hand into turning into that ruthless soldier," Daizaburou pondered, inhaling slowly until he couldn't do so anymore, "Yet, that adusted wrath is nowhere to be found as of now. As opposed to those days, Takeru… this cadet appears to not yet have endowed such emotions."

Both guards share a gaze in concern, in silence. Daizaburou noting Tsukuyomi did recognize the gestures, which meant the Takeru they had known had gone through such a stage at one point, and the retainer finding no comfort in the equally distressed tension in the General's posture.

Releasing a sigh, Tsukuyomi's heartbeats slow down. Yet, something starts banging, blasting the back of her head, by that heaviness her gaze cascades downwards. Retreating both feet closer to the seat, entangling them together, the retainer licked the inner side of her teeth. To clean the pungency of her own words back then, and the putrid, rotting wound Takeru's ones had left in her ears.

"I've nothing to apologize for. You and your holier-than-thou act of superiority can go fuck themselves for all I care! Go and leave if you want, I'll cleave a path forward by myself if I have to!"

Tsukuyomi gulped down just as she was about to inhale, then dryly coughing to hide reaction, the reminiscence, the last words they shared before their Takeru became that shadow of his former self. When those same hollow eyes were left on the young guard as Tsukuyomi turned her back, leaving him alone at the hilltop.

Inhaling slowly again, she tried to look and hold his sight, "Cadet, does that mean the person who gave you the Minaru Kamui was not Japanese?"

"They're not from here," He repeats, eyes closing. Yuuko shakes her head subtly at his unchanged demeanor while Tsukuyomi again, quite futilely in my opinion, hid her disquiet behind a stoic and imposing mask.

Daizaburou slowly nods while noting the response down, his fingers stopping cold before also writing about his rejecting attitude thus far, "Then, might we ask the motives behind said person bestowing upon you the blade?"

"I already told 1st Lt Tsukuyomi of it. It was a memento, to remember that someone after… they perished," Arms compacted on his sides, sitting uptight and stiff, Takeru still refused to hold their gazes for more than a brief moment.

"So, that person perished during the Yukon Incident?" Tsukuyomi asks, leaning forward.

"Yes."

"So, somebody else gave you the Minaru Kamui in their stead, I presume? Who was the one who did so? And, did they tell you anything regarding the katana's connection to the nobility?"

"…I wasn't told anything about the Minaru Kamui's royal purpose."

"Then, who handed the blade to you?"

"I'd appreciate that you stopped on this line of questioning," Yuuko requested, demanded in all honesty, with a brief yet intense glare. She then continued as calm as before, fingers on her chin, "I believe it is obvious whoever gave the blade to Shirogane either did not know of its royal symbolism or kept it secret to prevent the blade from being taken by the authorities. Looking for whoever that was would only serve to gain Yukon's new authorities' interest on this affair."

Licking her lips, placing a leg over the other, Tsukuyomi returned the stare head on, "Then, does that mean you do know who said person is, XO?"

And was met with an impregnable wall of dry ice, "No, I do not. Shirogane refuses to speak of them, saying he won't place them in danger. And I believe he's making the right call, please do think on why they said nothing about the blade to him despite, certainly, being aware of its connection to the royalty," Her interlocked fingers tighten, her glare cascades onto both guards unabated, "So… in the name of my research… I'd appreciate you let this matter rest. Both me and my protegee have told you all we can," She requested, threatened in a slow tone.

Which then sent both guards into a moment of pondering, whispering to each other.

"Mana, I am of the opinion that, in a certain way, the XO speaks the truth," Daizaburou relented, "I do not believe the traditions of our swords are an absolute secret anymore. Had someone taken notice a Minaru Kamui was left vulnerable in Yukon, I believe they'd had paid good money to acquire it."

Tsukuyomi nods, "I suppose. Certain American factions have gone far for lesser gold, so an item that would bestow them a title of nobility or an audience with Her Highness should not have gone unnoticed for over two years."

"Thus, perhaps it would be wise to let this trail end here," He stated, yet awaited the retainer's agreement.

Which came shortly after, a dejected sigh alongside it, "I suppose, the fox is right. Inquiring on those who gave Takeru his Minaru Kamui back would only serve to repay their consideration with unwanted attention from the wrong people," She pondered within, "Perhaps, they were those who found him, those who somehow saved his life and took him to Alaska. If so, I could understand why foreigners would protect the Minaru Kamui in such way. Maybe… he and the Swordbreakers had saved them or their comrades during Lucifer, before those accursed bombs fell."

Yet, the cadet had not moved an inch from his initial position of subdued aversion, rejection. Not even as Yuuko was now mentioning something to him, which only caused Takeru to slightly frown and shake his head, to then make the scientist sigh once more. From Tsukuyomi's eyes neither were being hostile to the other, which she found most curious considering what she knew of the XO, of Takeru's own character when upset.

So a small breath in was required as she ran a hand into her hair, then over her nose and lips, "However… I cannot deny it is distressing to see he refuses to even mention the gender of said people, for it means he does not trust us in the slightest. Yet, Takeru rarely remains so silent when growing upset. That barely restrained ire in his posture… is equal to that of his erupting blast in his stride whenever he had to defend a fellow before, even when he was little. Just that he's keeping calm now for whatever reason."

Sighing, part of the tension, the knot tying, tearing her throat leaves. Tsukuyomi finally readjusts her posture on the seat, nodding in clear agreement to the General's proposal.

Daizaburou nods, taking a deep breath and loosening his overall posture while writing down some final words onto the papers, "Fair enough. Cadet, if you ever have the chance, do thank whoever allowed the blade to return to us," His voice still remained as loud as ever, however. Takeru returns the nod, crossing his arms as he sighs. The General rests both hands on the table, joining them as he coughs once, "Now, allow me to delve into the… core reason behind this meeting. You see, due to the… unfortunate events that transpired during the CCSE, we had to look into your profiles, Cadet Shirogane."

Rolling his eyes, Takeru dismissively shakes his head, "Lemme guess, you're gonna start insisting about how I should fix them somehow again?" Dry and rough, desolate as the wasteland that remains after the BETA dominate an area.

"Cadet Shirogane, mind your manners," So Yuuko again admonished him, hitting the table softly with a folder, "My apologies, General."

"…No, it is fine. However, I suppose this would mean that you both are aware of the lacking state of his profile. I propose that you travel to the Capital, to try and mend this vacuum in the data banks," He stated, firm.

Short of relenting, Takeru glared back into the guard's gaze, "Why? I already presented all papers I had on me. And as I said, I don't recall much about my life in the Empire."

Coughing, slowing down her tone and the acid that his reaction, rejection spurred within, Tsukuyomi held the cadet's gaze calmly, or tried to at least, "It is a simple matter. Due to the error found in the database, it is possible someone might claim you're stealing someone else's identity," Yuuko grew stiff, holding her breath. Takeru sighed, hanging his head, shutting his sight away, "Of course, we are not claiming that to be the truth. We're advising you to try and find some time to properly sort whatever has-"

"Why should I?"

"Pardon?"

Slowly, his eyes opened. Entwining his fingers, resting his elbows on the table, once more, as he himself would say, fire came out pouring abundantly, "If the errors occurred in my absence, then the fault lies with the Empire. What can I do to fix the data, if people will immediately assume I'm stealing someone else's name?"

"Cadet, calm down. They are not accusing you of anything, I'm sure," Yuuko leveled a stare his way, Takeru leaned back and looked up, once more closing his eyes, "In that regard, as Shirogane's tutor, I'd like to know what compels such an inquiry. Surely you'd understand one could confuse it with a threat," She forewarned.

"There is no threat," Daizaburou says with a shake of his head, "Yet, one cannot deny that it is suspicious and odd, this state of affairs. As public servants, and more so for me as an advisor of Her Highness, we cannot ignore such an irregularity in our databases. Thus, if you presented what documentation you possess regarding Shirogane's circumstances to the right authorities, any inquiries and suspicions regarding his identity would be cleared. And it would be of much aid for us as well, to pinpoint what caused such an error in our servers."

The woman hummed, a hand on her chin, leaving silence in the air as the ice wall held off their gazes, "And I assume, the outcome of this visit has not been decided already?"

Inhaling slowly to bind a frown, Tsukuyomi slowly leans onto the table, "There is no need for such provocations. We're merely giving you a forewarning due to the Cadet's honesty regarding the situation with the blade. This hole in the databases should be mended, otherwise I can guarantee that this could be used against the cadet at some point."

Yuuko's eyes narrowed, tone lowering, "Huh, is that so? Yet, I am sure you cannot turn a blind eye to how our Empire acts on these matters. If anyone pressed charges against Shirogane, he'll have to stay near a month in prison until we prove his innocence. And I hold no intention to recommend my protegee to yield under the pressure and plead guilty to hasten the process. Another stain on his records would certainly ruin his chances to become commissioned."

Gulping hard, all Tsukuyomi can do is tighten both hands, "I know she speaks the truth, if Takeru is detained the officers won't stop pressuring him until he admits his 'guilt'. There are enough leads to make a case for identity theft, that much is true, and if that comes to pass whoever it is that leads the case won't stop until they convict Takeru, lest they suffer the disgrace of having pressed charges on an innocent suspect."

Extending her legs, a mere sliver of air squeezing its way into her, just thinking of that outcome was plentiful enough to make the retainer sick to her stomach, it would seem.

"For if that happens, not even our fellows will be able to shield him without others noticing the moves. On that note, the fox's concerns are understandable, and I share them to some degree."

And looking at Takeru, at how he's still hunched over, crushed over without even lifting his gaze while still remaining as stiff as before, a cold sweat begins to cover Tsukuyomi's back, to crave an answer as her lips wished to part and interject.

"…Yet, she would not be putting up with such a dangerous asset if it didn't bring her much benefits. And that certainty is something we cannot ignore," Suspicion then began piking at the stoic mask. As you'd understand, the guards had their fair reservations towards the scientist. And after spending near a year in Yokohama Base, Tsukuyomi's concerns took root deep for she knew Yuuko had rarely, if ever, refused an inquiry from the IRG so directly nor taken the time to shield someone, anyone, herself.

The scientist brushed some hair, readjusting her posture on her seat, "Furthermore, I cannot say I'd place my trust in the system as of now. If the databases have lost Shirogane's data, then, how could we prove his innocence? Without anyone left alive who knew him, who could possibly vouch for our claim? Surely you know that, being a Japanese that lived abroad and is now serving the UN, those in charge of the interrogation won't take kindly to him," She stated firmly.

Which made the roots stir to life, Tsukuyomi now displeased with the words, "She should possess a clear lead to aid him, the papers on his induction into the UN. If Takeru was rescued and taken to Alaska, there must be records left of that, of how he was found and taken away from us. Furthermore… if she isn't willing to use her influence to solve this matter… Could this mean that the man is a faker? Or… Is she planning to keep Takeru away from returning? Just what compels her moves?"

A hand rested on the retainer's arm as she was about to speak up, flare up, and Daizaburou shook his head, drilled an order to desist into her eyes. Biting the inner side of her lips as she inhaled sharply, Tsukuyomi leaned back onto her chair.

Coughing once, Daizaburou slowly inquired, serene as the clear skies, "Vice Commander, Cadet Shirogane, while your concerns are valid, there is one matter that could easily dispel any claims against you. If you presented the papers on Shirogane's stay in Alaska, if you could explain how he left the Empire then-"

"Sadly, that option is not available to us," Yuuko swiftly rejects, toxins enveloping every word, "Because that intel has been presented once before to the Empire, before Shirogane arrived at this base, and it was rejected."

"W-What did you say!?" Tsukuyomi glared, "Rejected, she says? The intel on his departure, the report of Takeru's survival… was once sent to the Empire?" Unable to rein in both the curiosity and the indignation, she grew closer to the table, "XO, are you telling the truth?"

"Are you casting doubts on my words, 1st Lt?" She gives a side glance.

Thus, the retainer's glare further raises in animosity, "I am asking you to confirm the statement. You claim that… the report on Shirogane's departure from the Empire was rejected, somehow? If so then, why does the Cadet not know of those circumstances?" Stealing a glance towards him, Takeru had just sighed and remained staring at the table.

"Because, as his legal tutor, I have not deemed it correct to press the matter. And Shirogane does know of the results of the inquiries, no one could find any relatives of his left alive, after all," Yuuko ascertains, slowly interlocking her fingers, merely stating the words calmly. Takeru's own gaze crumbles down further, his entire complexion ashen and about to fall prey to the winds.

Which sent a dart straight into Tsukuyomi's heart, "Yet, why did you not notify the authorities of this when-"

"Mana, let it go," Daizaburou orders, voice lowering. Lips quivering for a moment, the retainer bows in apology, "XO, if your words are indeed true, then I advise you try to present said report once more."

"However, the answer won't change. There isn't even a single person alive related to Shirogane, and I won't allow my protegee to be accused of something he is not guilty of," She once more threatens, every words as acid as a Fort's stinger, "Unless, of course, you were to possess intel on who Shirogane was before he left the Empire and lost his memories, and said reason is what's fueling this questioning."

Knowing they could not disclose such details, Tsukuyomi chose to remain silent as Daizaburou continues to parley with Yuuko, insisting that it's also in her best interests to resolve this situation, yet the scientist counters that it also could be used against her if the Empire decides to convict her protegee under charges of identity theft.

The composed wording of the XO only caused more doubts to fester within Tsukuyomi, "Perhaps that's the only reason she cares, to prevent her standing be compromised by a claim of identity theft," Stealing a glance towards Takeru, she couldn't help but to allow her gaze to lower as his was, "Yet… we also cannot allow the Alt. Project to be jeopardized by any such claims. However, as much as I wish to simply reach out for those tightened hands of his, there is no clear, definitive proof just yet of his identity. While everything would point in that direction… it is all based on an emotional outlook, and while I'd like to deny it, I cannot say that I am not being deceived by a faker. The ESPer might have drawn intel on him from us somehow, for whatever reason Kouzuki has to do this. To force Her Highness to support her research, perhaps?"

Shifting in her seat, stealing glances at the cadet, licking her lips over and over, not even a faint trail of assurance was left in Tsukuyomi's pondering mind. As if covered by fog, she could not settle for what the best road forward would be.

"We cannot give an opening for anyone to strike at Alt. IV. There is no way in which we could truly allow the cadet, faker or not, to be taken to court. Takeru's identity must remain a secret. Yet, we cannot press further or we risk revealing Takeru's relation with Yuuhi-sama and why we're delving into his affairs."

The discussion between the General and the scientist seemed to have reached a stalemate, not even as Daizaburou raised concerns on the motives behind the lock on Takeru's UN profile did Yuuko's stalwart facade wane.

Thus, Tsukuyomi interlocked her hands, slowly breathing in, "However, the fox has the report in her hands… the intel on how he was taken to Alaska, at the least. If those papers were presented before, it is possible someone dismissed the call after Yuuhi-sama erased his profile after his 'death'. On the other hand, we're now alert and at the ready to intercept said intel. If only we could convince the woman or him to try to mend the profiles… if only we could get our hands on that report, we could ascertain whether he truly is or not our Takeru…"

Kouzuki shakes her head, sighing, and her voice raises in now clear aggression, "As I've been saying, I will not authorize Shirogane to be interrogated. Do not forget that this base and its perimeter are international soil, therefore Shirogane is safe from any claims so long as he is here, under my care," One of Tsukuyomi's hands began to shake, it felt as if something were slowly burning Daizaburou's sides, "If you do not possess any intel on who my protegee was, then I'll have to ask you to let this matter rest. I shall handle this situation as I deem fit."

Unable to rein it in any longer, Tsukuyomi leans forward once again, "Yet, you possess the intel on his departure. That could be enough to assuage any claims against the cadet."

"Or do the complete opposite," She states, returning the crossfire in between their gazes, "If I may, I find it quite peculiar that you'd be this interested in the personal affairs of the cadet. I understand the concern on both finding an error in the databases and over his possession of that katana, and how the affair of the blade could end up entangled with the issues of Shirogane's profiles, yet I cannot deny it is odd you'd try to delve so thoroughly."

"What would you be implying?" Tsukuyomi asked, low.

Yuuko merely brushed her hair, as if bored, "Nothing. I'm just stating the obvious. Simply put, if this is distressing the IRG's General to such extent… I am willing to deport the cadet back to America ASAP."

"…Excuse me, what?" Tsukuyomi blinked many times in quick succession, mouth slightly gaping.

Yet, Yuuko returned a small smile, "Just as I said. We cannot risk the error in the databases be used to either hamper my research or reveal the presence of this blade. If the concerns over Shirogane's past are dire enough to warrant such insistence from the General of the IRG, then I believe the best solution available to all present is to send Shirogane back where he came from, since as I've been saying I won't let him be pressured into pleading a conviction," She finished with another glare, vanishing the smile, as quiet as the slithering of a snake her threatening tone.

Daizaburou's eyes widened momentarily, hastily leaning forward, his entire posture compacting as if bracing within a cockpit, "Wait a moment, XO. There is no need for such drastic measures. We are not claiming to desire to exile the cadet."

She then gave the General a side glance, "Yet, all you've said points to that outcome. The very head of the IRG delving into the affairs of a cadet wouldn't be taken this lightly by the UN. If I weren't his tutor, Shirogane would be already on his way to the gallows," Yuuko firmly states, frowning as she looks away.

Air slowly seeping in, Tsukuyomi gulps before speaking up, unable to calm the prickling and peeling, the agitation surging forth within her throat, "While that might be true, if you present the papers about his departure, I believe a case can be made. Cadet Shirogane, certainly, you'd rather remain in the Empire as a Japanese instead of being an outsider?" She once again stared at him, hearing the groans of disapproval from the scientist.

Barely lifting his sight, not meeting Tsukuyomi's, Takeru sighs, "I don't really care…"

"Cadet, please take this seriously," The retainer couldn't help but to raise her voice in scolding, trying to break into his sight, "This is not the time to be refusing such aid. We could lend your claim credibility if we can confirm your identity, you may not have another chance to reclaim your prior standing," Folding his arms, he remains silent. Which spurs more pressure on her chest. Please… Takeru, don't close your eyes… "Surely you do not wish to remain as a burden to the XO, do you? As it is, your mere presence in this place could incite a chain reaction that would quite certainly put her in a compromising position. If nothing is done, you truly might lose your place here and end up exiled as was stated before, cadet," She stated, despite knowing it could be taken as a threat.

And seeing the tightening, the minute shaking on the hand she hid under the table, the unmoving, unblinking intensity of her stare towards Takeru, it is clear why she chose such an approach, in my opinion.

As his expression tightened, both his gaze and what light remained within crashing further down, Yuuko shook her head, "1st Lt, could you stop pressuring my protegee? He has been under much stress as of late, and I'd welcome you cease on this insistence," Firmly, she returned the threatening.

Daizaburou nodded, running a hand from his face into the hair on the side of his head, voice low and dejected, "Mana, I believe we perhaps could take a step back on our inquiries. The cadet might have remem-"

"With all due respect General, this is something the cadet himself should decide," She refused, "To simply leave him in Kouzuki's hands? To not ascertain his identity when he's right in front of me? We won't have another chance such as this," Tsukuyomi then tapped her chin, pointing to the blade under the table, "Otherwise, the wishes of the one who gave him the Minaru Kamui will end up being pointless when he's branded as a traitor if they remain in such obstinacy. Wouldn't you agree, Cadet Shirogane?"

Yuuko again slowly shook her head, inhaling as she reshuffled her wording. Daizaburou's lips twisted and turned, as did his breathing as shifting as the skies during a thunderstorm. Tsukuyomi's stare and overall stance did not thaw, thus Yuuko slowly leaned forward, meeting the retainer's gaze in frozen displeasure. Returning the pleasantry, Tsukuyomi entwined her fingers and took a deep breath as she pondered from which angle to approach the situation.

Yet, the table was hit by a tight fist.

And a twister of air was released through clenched teeth.

And quickly dispelling the anguish of the wince, once more… the rugged tone of the soldier left Takeru's lips, along with a frontal glare towards the guards, "Why don't you shut the fuck up about shit you know nothing about?"

…And then, silence.

Understandably, Tsukuyomi's mouth gaped upon his frown, upon those embers resurfacing in his eyes.

General Daizaburou was in equal shock, and even Yuuko was bereft of all words and reactions, even her hand froze up in midair. After all, she had not seen such open anger in the cadet, she had never seen the soldier.

The open displeasure was quite different to that which Takeru displayed during their argument when she had put him under her gun's barrel. As opposed to the hurtful screams that reproached her for not understanding, now clear indignation overflowed his complexion.

Inhaling sharply, never releasing the guards from his glare, Takeru's tone slowed down, mowing down the fuse of his temper, "That I'm a burden? That her death was pointless? Don't fuck with me… That's rich coming from the sister of someone who tried to gut me during the CCSE."

"E-Excuse me? What has that to-"

"Everything. Don't talk as if you knew everything about my life. Me merely existing is a crime, but you Guards trying to murder a cadet while on a loan to the UN is just an afterthought? With what authority are you demanding answers from me when your databases are what's screwed?" He retaliated, frowning.

Yuuko then tapped his arm with the folder again, yet her expression tightened, far more fierce than she had been thus far, "Shirogane, calm down. Do not insult the Lieutenant," She warned, reminded him so that he did not stray from the plan they had for the meeting, "Let's keep this civil and-"

"Shut it, Sensei," Glaring back, he demanded.

Staring at each other, both frowning, the scientist gulped at his sudden outburst. Unaware of what compelled such a reaction, Yuuko held Takeru's gaze in an attempt to rein in the sudden emotional spark. However, she found herself at a loss when he did not recede nor did he try to continue arguing. I believe, she then understood Takeru was trying to play his role in his own way.

However, the silence left as they stared into each other only foisted further doubts into Tsukuyomi, "…Did he refer to the fox as 'Sensei'? Yet, she doesn't seem particularly angered with the wording or his opposition," However, she could not help but to once more feel as if glancing into a mirror, "But that ashen gaze, the embers in his voice, the stiff posture, defensive as if cornered… It's just… like back then…"

Daizaburou's hands were subtly shaking, he leaned back and inhaled slowly to erase the fissures that tried to spawn in his face. Looking at Mana, she nodded in confirmation of the unspoken query.

Which caused her to sigh, "The doubting gaze of that moment by the hill, the dismissive and oddly calm way of carrying himself of the days after Mogami…"

The sight of his current expression, that shiver down her spine at the reminiscence of the shadow, and the sorrow of that talk by the hill, it all left a void in Tsukuyomi's breathing when contrasting it to the small cheer Takeru had shown towards her in their last talk on the track field, when he had graced the retainer with a 'See you later' despite the circumstances.

As she looked back up, the soldier's glare was squarely on the retainer. And it forced Tsukuyomi to gulp down both acid and ashes in a rush, "Cadet Shirogane… I apologize if my choice of words was inappropriate. I meant no-"

"Don't think you can backpedal now," Quietly, he leashed out, "I'm not some useless thing, and those who supported me before… I won't let their wishes become pointless. So what you're getting at now is, I'll have no place here once you Guards raise claims after my identity? That's clearly a threat where I come from."

"I never said that-"

"If there was an error in the databases, it's on the Empire. So if anyone should be raising claims, that's me."

"…What are you trying to say?" She recoiled under the assault, "What spawned the fire back in him so suddenly? Was it something I said? Or, was Kouzuki trying to rein Takeru in by taking charge of the negotiations?"

Upon Tsukuyomi's observation, Yuuko herself looked distressed to no end, eyes sharpened and squarely on Takeru, not even sparing a second for the guards, a grim expression hewn in her face.

"Shirogane, apologize this instant," She coldly advised, fearful of him getting carried away, recalling his prior warning of how he could grow emotional under pressure, "What are you even doing, picking a fight with the Guard?"

"…Sensei, could you please stay quiet?" Holding her gaze, his lips shook for a moment. Both seemed to ease up for a moment, Yuuko then rolled her eyes and shrugged, giving a nod. As Takeru turned to face the guards, once more he grew stiff and defensive, "1st Lt, you said there's little to be done if I don't prove my innocence to the Empire, correct?"

Tracing some strands of hair, she shook her head, "Innocence is taking it too far. No one is accusing you of anything, cadet."

He narrows his eyes, "Yet."

More needles and darts tear into her heart, more of those memories clawed at the back of her head, "Ugh… Why must you once more be like this? Or, is this all an act?" Resting one hand atop another, Tsukuyomi tried to mold the calm mask in place, "…Regardless, if nothing is done, many might reach a wrong assumption. And considering the lacking data of your profile, coupled with the sorrowful incidents of the CCSE, it'd be foolish not to warn you. And as a public servant, it is my duty to at the least try to resolve this irregularity."

"So, someone out there wants to come at me, saying I'm not who I say I am?"

"…That might be so, yes," She admits with a nod, "I doubt Yuuhi-sama will remain quiet for much longer, even less after we notify her of this meeting."

"Is that how it is, then? So, tell me… What happens if I'm the one who sues you?" And then, Takeru tapped his brows as he frowned, staring straight into Tsukuyomi's core.

"…Huh?" Mouth gaping, neither the retainer nor the General were able to find words for a moment.

Blinking fast, even Yuuko stalls a reaction, "Shirogane, you're taking this too-"

"No, I'm not. Because we have proof of who I am."

"W-Wait a moment, cadet," Daizaburou interjects, shocked much, "If you had such proof, why did you remain quiet until now?"

Grimacing, he looked down, "It ain't a nice thing to remember, that's why. And I didn't want to force an argument right off the bat, wanted to see if we could solve this peacefully," Sighing in clear dejection, Yuuko seems to share the feeling, allowing him to take the lead with a nod, seeing Takeru was indeed following the plan, on his own terms as you'd understand, "So, let me cut to the chase. Do either of you know who Kageyuki Shirogane was?" He inquired, once more observing the guards' reaction closely.

Tsukuyomi felt a shiver down and up her spine, her inner bindings scattering like a row of ants after being on the receiving end of a bucket of boiling water. Some of them coming undone, others simply running away in confusion, not only did the retainer visibly twitch but also allowed part of the stoic mask to fall down.

"But that's… if he remembered Kageyuki-san then…" And the small boy's smile came back, his aid towards her younger sister and cousin, the struggles to adapt to his new life… and all that he had done for both her and the fellowship, by virtue of simply being an overworrying and caring person despite the oblivious density he sometimes portrayed.

And as it was clear she was about to ask something she should not, Daizaburou hit her feet with enough strength to emit noise, narrowing his eyes in silence for a moment. Tsukuyomi nodded and tightened her hands, wishing to but restraining her eyes from seeking Takeru's, palpitations beating on the base of her neck.

Exhaling and regaining some poise, the General inquired while returning the soldier's stare, "Who might that person be?"

"My father," Takeru says, hunching over again, "What of a woman named Miho Shirogane?"

Gulping yet again, Tsukuyomi runs a hand on my hair for a moment, stealing a glance at him, "I suppose that might be your mother?"

Takeru nods and sighs, dulling, dousing the aggression, "Yes, that's the case. You see, on these last few days, I've been recalling bits and pieces of my time with them when I was little," His hands lose their oppressive tension, coming together as if he were holding an injured pigeon in between them, "It wasn't all nice stuff, mind you. It was still… better than not knowing anything. But, wanna hear something crazy?" He then chuckles dryly.

Puzzled by how the use of those eccentric words and speech mannerisms again in his wording, both Tsukuyomi and Daizaburou can't help but to raise a brow at the mixed signs in his complexion.

Softly sighing, licking her lips afterwards, the retainer brings herself closer to the table, "What would that be?"

"Apparently, going by the databases… my parents never got married."

With those simple words, both guards could understand, or at least so they thought, what compelled Takeru's suspicions and aggression.

Tsukuyomi looked down, clamping her lips as she once more reached for her hair, "That's… true. By erasing all intel regarding him when becoming Yuuhi-sama's shadow… his parents' profiles were bereft of all traces of their relation, so that no link could be traced back to the Koubuin House should the shadow ever be captured," Acids and toxins crawled up her throat once more, all she could do was swallow them down.

Frowning once more, Takeru's voice again grew low and cold, "Ain't that odd. If it were just my profile, it's just an error. It can happen, more so after the supposed digitalization of all archives during the invasion."

"H-However, a similar error might have-" His frontal glare shuts down Tsukuyomi's attempt at a diversion.

"For real? My intel being missing from my parent's profiles is just another error? For them to not even be marked as having married, too? For Mom to be registered under her own family's surname? Are you fucking kidding me now?!" Unable to hold it, Takeru force palmed the table. Yuuko again hits his arm with the folder, drilling a warning into his sight. Sighing once, the soldier nods and leans back onto his chair, and with a deep breath the embers are sheathed, "I think you'd understand our reluctance to trust in your words, your obstinacy to have me visit the Capital. It's clear somebody didn't want to leave any trace I ever existed, to truly… make me go away."

As if a knife were twisted straight into her heart, Tsukuyomi couldn't help but to lurch forward, raise her voice, "D-Do not be ridiculous, cadet. Such a thing cannot-"

"But it did happen," Coughing, Yuuko states while ruffling her hair, "This odd gap in the profiles was quite the surprise to find, when Shirogane recalled who his parents were a few days ago. So, please forgive the reticence. We're merely being overly cautious due to these findings. And before anything, allow me to clarify that we are not blaming you or your fellowship for this unfortunate turn of events," Slow yet not cold, honest and frontal, she stated with a nod.

Daizaburou places a hand on the retainer's shoulder, she noticed to the touch that it was shaking. Thus, she sighed and relented a nod.

"I may, though," Takeru said, gaining a stare in disapproval from the XO, thrusting yet another knife into both guards.

"Anyways…" The scientist continues, resting an arm on the table, gesturing towards her soldier, "As you can see, my protegee's situation is more complicated than expected. A mere report on his departure won't solve this matter, nor the claims over his identity, if his parent's profiles have no records left of him anymore. His words will be dismissed as another lie. Thus, now that we've clarified this point, I'll have to ask you stop delving into the cadet's affairs," Yuuko then remained staring, not aggressively in the slightest, merely holding their gazes with a poker face amidst the silence.

Takeru, on the other hand, had again lost his gaze in a downwards spiral. Gloom blooming and setting root in his face, one could clearly notice the same bitter anxiety of those days after the power plant exploded palpable on the minute shifting of his fingers in that tender hold. Yet, as you'd have guessed, both guards saw something else in that reaction, in the reflection of the mirror that his expression was.

Taking a deep breath, sharing a look with Daizaburou, Tsukuyomi rested her back onto the chair, allowing the General to take charge, "Because if it were up to me, I'd be taking him back home this instant. But to force his return in this state won't truly be beneficial to him. No… we have not yet… Yes, we don't have… undeniable proof… The fox might have found some leftover data in his parents' profiles, some missing hint that allowed her to…" Lost in her inner justifications, petrified when looking at his now crumbling expression, she tightly folded her arms as she sorted out herself out.

"Before anything," Daizaburou began slowly, a hand on his chin, "might I inquire into what you recalled of your parents, Cadet Shirogane?"

"…Why?" Once more defensive, he glared.

"To see if there's anything that might prove who you are through your memories. If you can remember things only you would know, then that should be enough to ascertain your identity."

Yuuko shakes her head, frustration evident in those entwined fingers, "If there's no one alive who knew either of his parents personally, it's all moot. The officers will claim we're lying, and I doubt this large error in the databases would be acknowledged, either," She states, venom pouring forth.

Resting both hands atop the table, the retainer stole a glance at him, "True that might be, yet someone who knew the cadet may yet live. And if he can recall information not present in the public databases, that would grant credibility to his words."

"And while that's true, I'm not sure I wanna share that with a member of the Guard," Takeru harshly admits, glaring at the guards again.

Grimacing, Daizaburou inquires, "May I ask why, cadet?"

"Because you see… My dad was a Royal Guard, actually," He says, never breaking eye contact, to their utter surprise.

Tsukuyomi's mouth dries at the words yet her heart shrinks as his disposition remains unchanged, the hope of Takeru recalling crushed. Daizaburou himself felt again something burning, peeling the skin off his sides and back, at the aversion Takeru openly displayed, at what it reminded him of.

And again tapping his brows, eyes widening and almost becoming odd-eyed, Takeru breathed raw fire, "And he didn't seem too happy about it on the memories I've seen in my dreams. I also don't think… many nobles saw a baseborn like me with good eyes," The wording made Tsukuyomi twitch, while the General harshly grimaced, "And going by how I've been treated by all members of the Guard and the nobility I met since my return, I think I don't wanna place my trust in the people who might be behind my 'disappearance' from the databases."

Yuuko hit his shoulder with the folder, again glaring at Takeru, "My apologies, he's merely speaking on emotion. Shirogane, remain quiet." She threatened, he returned her glare with a subdued, almost pained, stare.

"As if his heart were slit open, as he was right after Yuuhi-sama removed the emblem from him in an outrage," Tsukuyomi couldn't stop herself from making the comparison. And for some reason, she could not release herself from the ashes within his eyes, "Wait a moment… We hold no ill will towards you, cadet. If your father was truly a fellow, then we have a way to grant credibility to your claims. Should you share what you've recalled of your past with us, then-"

"I'm afraid I'll have to stop you," Yuuko states, raising a hand while her eyes narrow, her tone frosts over.

"Why would you?" Daizaburou inquires, the calm facade dropping as he frowns for the first time in honest displeasure, "1st Lt Tsukuyomi speaks the truth. If Shirogane's father was part of our ranks, confirming his profile in our data banks would be of much help for the cadet's struggles. And doubly so to you, XO," He affirms, gesturing towards her with a nod.

Yet, she looks away as she fiddles with her hair, "Because, despite the fair points you raise, I agree with Shirogane in his stance to not divulge further intel. Not because I harbor any reservations towards your organization, but to avoid any possible entanglements. The IRG is not the government, and to have any of you meddling in this matter would only serve to instigate further tensions with the other powers. I've received bountiful favors from Her Highness already, I do not wish this to be misunderstood."

Daizaburou nods, lips twisting in, a slight hesitation. Tsukuyomi's hands tighten, clasp, fold onto her palms until it begins to hurt, as she couldn't look, didn't dare to look at Takeru, whose his own gaze again cascades away.

Leaning back, the scientist allows herself to sighs, "We've told you all we can, to prove Shirogane is not a dangerous element. I've allowed this meeting so that you could see for yourselves that Mitsurugi is not near a threat, yet I will not let those not related to Shirogane delve into his affairs any more than this. If you wish to share any intel with us, it'll be on your own accord. There's also the fact that, as much as you'd have to forgive my words, it is entirely possible Shirogane's concerns are valid. It is dubious this missing data was caused by an error, and someone might have wished to remove him from the Empire. Furthermore, my protegee does not wish to rely on the those of the IRG, so I shall not object his wishes," She admits, a slight frown in her tone as she looked at him for confirmation. Takeru merely grimaced and looked away.

Again, emptiness filled the retainer's stomach. Once more, agitation and hoarseness crawled up her throat, as if a stream of ants they were, and she barely managed to keep her tone composed, "However… Cadet Shirogane, with our aid you could reclaim your past with much ease. If only as a show of gratitude for… your actions towards Meiya-sama during the CCSE, would you not consider welcoming our help in this affair? XO, if he agrees, you'd welcome our support?"

Yuuko nods, returning their gazes clearly and frontally, "If he agrees, I do welcome the support. I'd like to be sure Shirogane won't be detained every time he leaves the base's perimeter for a mission in the future," She repines, eyeing Takeru sideways.

Daizaburou coughs, then clasps his hands together, "Then cadet, would you consider accepting our aid? It wouldn't take more than a day to locate your father's profile, I believe."

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

His right eye twitched for a moment.

His lips cascading downwards into a sorrowful expression.

Again, his fingers came together, oh, so slowly.

Taking a sharp breath, he gradually lifted his face to return our gazes.

And once he did, the wrathful fire was about to resurface in that tightened expression.

"I have… one question I'd like you to answer," Quietly, as calm as when he was a shadow.

"What would it be?" Daizaburou-sama nods, focusing.

"…You see, when I was… ten, I believe, my father died."

Such words appalled both guards, but more so Tsukuyomi. Knowing they had met by then, a small glimmer of hope rose to the surface.

Only to be scorched by the quiver, the crack on Takeru's voice as it struggled to squeeze out of his lips, "And my mom was dead by that point, I think. I didn't have… any relatives left at that point. I was all alone."

"Cadet… W-What do you…" Tsukuyomi also struggled to find words as the pained wince of his filled her sight, "There might have been someone close to you, someone who took care of you at the time."

"…And that's the problem," He took a pause, fingers piercing his palms. Yuuko closed her eyes and sighed, looking away, "Apparently, I wasn't sent to an orphanage. Otherwise, I'd have been forced to enlist into the IJA during the invasion, and there are no records left of that happening."

Daizaburou nodded, voice slow, "I see… I suppose you double checked such records, XO?" Yuuko nods, arms folded. Both guards understood the concern, as it was the obvious outcome for all those who had lost their families and were of proper age to be sent to fight, "Then, would you wish to ask for our help to find who had taken you in?"

And looking straight into their eyes, Takeru frowned and let them both see his gritting teeth. Frozen was their breathing, halted were their thoughts. And while his voice remained low and composed, ever quivering in its struggle not to falter, the intent in his eyes was the same as before for them, as that anger he displayed when a shadow he was.

"…Not quite. What I'd like to know is, how likely is it that a noble was involved in my erasure?"

As if drowning on cold water, neither could not respond. Pierced by hooks, both couldn't move away from his eyes. Assaulted by memories against which they had no defense, their heartbeats slowly began to delay themselves.

Coughing, Daizaburou tries to subdue the shock Tsukuyomi still couldn't, "Why would you… ask such a question? There was no 'erasure', cadet. The databases merely suffered an error."

"Are you sure about that?" The soldier presses, entwining his fingers and leaning forward, lunging forward.

"Would you enlighten me on what compels such… aggression towards us, Cadet Shirogane?" Tsukuyomi asked, voice low to mask her disquiet once again.

"Well, it's easy. I remembered where it was that I lived with my parents, a house near this base," He tells, proceeding to describe the place in utmost detail, even mentioning the jet poster he had on his room, the orange sheets her mother favored, her favorite room deodorizer, and other small tidbits about the place.

And such words, the non-existent hesitation in the stride, and the honest grief Takeru expressed when talking of his home, when recalling those last days in his world, tore a deep wound in both guards. The ants overflowed their throats, the palpitations returned in full force along a quake in their knees.

For this was proof, undeniable proof that the man was, in fact, not a faker.

Halting their realization, Yuuko coughed and leveled a stare at them, voice still calm, eyes sharp and ready to slay, "And when Shirogane told me of it, I pulled some strings and looked into his house's situation. It would seem the ownership of that lot hadn't changed during the following years, remaining under the Shirogane's name until the…" She gulps, the hold of her hands shift momentarily, "evacuation of this area. And even to this day, it is registered as such for the eventual relocation."

Folding his arms, Takeru forwards a fiery frown their way, "So I'm sure you can guess where I'm going, right? Had I been adopted, the ownership of my house would have changed. And it wasn't sold nor rented in all the following years. Hell, despite the ruined state of the city, my room still has part of the jet poster in it, and those dumb orange sheets Mom loved so much are still in their room…" He hangs his head, taking a pause, long pause, only to sigh heavily, "But that couldn't be. If I wasn't adopted, if I wasn't sent to an orphanage… then, what the hell happened to me?" Voice and hands, knees and back quivering, he looked straight into the distressed gazes of the guards, "What little remains of my profile in the databases has me registered as 'Takeru Shirogane', which means that I wasn't adopted since my surname didn't change."

"That could be due to the error that occurred," Tsukuyomi countered.

"Yet, that can't be the case," Yuuko parried, "If only his profile was affected, then that should be the end of it. Perhaps, one could make a case that his entire family's profiles suffered an error as they were uploaded one after the other. But that doesn't apply for the rest of his life," Voice lowering, a few fingers played on her chin as she closed her eyes, "His education, his medical records, his place of residence, and above all, who was the adult responsible of Shirogane after his parents' passing, all of that is missing. And while I did not delve too deeply into the public data banks, it is odd that there were no records or mentions to be found about my protegee's school life anywhere, since those papers should be in their respective databases."

"For so much intel to be missing, from so many different sources, it really looks like I was erased, for some reason," He winced, biting his lips, "Almost as if my existence was a bother, an unwanted burden on whoever had to take care of me," Takeru again sighed, "After all, Maya-san's dad had no qualms in wanting to dispose of little me when Dad died… so once they saw he had nothing to offer to the fellowship…"

A cold embrace fell on the soldier's back, he choked on air.

"Burden. Trouble. Eyesore. Bother," His little counterpart's crushed inner voice echoes deeply.

Rubbing his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, the soldier inhales sharply through clenched teeth.

"Can't get good grades, can't speak well, can't give anything to whatever the fellowship is," The echo continued, further spawning a vast emptiness on Takeru's stomach.

Wincing as if the freezing sensation peeled off his skin, leaving raw flesh vulnerable to further assault, he couldn't help but to glare at the table, at his coiled hands, "They threw him away, they send him away like the stranger he was. That's the root of the sadness I've been feeling… it has to be. That's why there's no intel, too much of a bother to cover up a failure. What did I even expect of the nobility, more so in this world?"

Wanting to spit out the poison, recalling bits and pieces of his struggles to reach the Yuuko that had failed, of the coming troubles the soldier faced on the world where he convinced the scientist to leave Sendai and accept his pass for the migrant fleet. Takeru knew how cold and uncaring those with noble blood could be towards the 'lesser people', the 'baseborns' after his countless arguments with the members of the Guard that kept watch over the scientist of his first loops on the world where he had tried to support her. Yet, all he could do now was bite his lips and wring his hands as the echoes of that little boy returned to his ears, as the conclusion he reached had to be spoken.

"…And the only way so much intel could be gone, from so many sources, is if someone with much power ordered it," He then glared at the paling complexion of the guards, the anger in it betraying the shaking of his knees, the sorrow rotting his heart and ears,"…like whoever it was that wanted to have me executed for what I did on the CCSE."

"That… could be the case, perhaps," Daizaburou relented, if only to not clash frontally, "Yet, this is nothing but a suspicion."

Takeru shakes his head slowly, deciding not to hold it in, to let go of the venom, "It isn't, actually. I think… that whoever took me in ended up regretting it, that they wanted to make me go way as the stranger I was, and that's why they erased everything about me." He finished, feeling as if swallowing thickening gunk. "After all, they did say he would keep his surname, that he'd be sent to some distant role fitting for a commoner… His mere presence was a risk for the House, and they only took him in due to some agreement they had with Dad in this world. They… never cared, he was just a jester for Yuuhi to fool around with…"

"W-What… That's preposterous!" Tsukuyomi could not rein in herself anymore, seeing the clear anguish now festering in his expression, and hastily hit the table, frowning in indignation, pained deeply at the words he uttered, "Not only such a thing could not feasibly happen but, what reason would compel anyone of high station to act on such a way towards a child?!"

"…Then, why is every little detail on my identity gone?" Takeru presses, stare unchanged.

"We do not know why this-"

"Why is my house still on my dad's name? Why did my surname not change when I lost my parents?"

"As we said, we… we do not know why. Yet, I can guarantee that your suspicions are unfunded."

"May I ask why are you so certain, 1st Lieutenant?" Yuuko inquires, not lifting her gaze from Tsukuyomi, "My protegee raises valid points. I was also shocked when I found the lacking state of his profile, and at how few pieces of data yet remain of him. I was…" Closing her eyes, she takes a short breath, "quite alarmed when learning of this. So, while I am not accusing you of anything, the way in which you pry and delve into his affairs is most curious."

"…What are you implying, XO?" Daizaburou asks, displeased with the way the talks were going.

"…Well, it's simple to explain. There is no feasible way in which the lacking data was caused by an error, considering the facts that lay before us. Thus, I again ask you what Shirogane did moments ago. What are the chances someone requested Shirogane's intel to be thoroughly erased?"

"And what compels such an accusation?" The General flared up, leaning forward.

"No one is accusing you, however," Yuuko said, a small grin on her, "Considering how much you pry and delve into my protegee's affairs, how much you're insisting on having him go to the Capital or have him rely on your aid, one could begin to suspect you have some ulterior motives. I believe your fellows could tackle the 'error' with what intel we've disclosed so far. Yet, you keep pressing," Entwining her fingers, the huntress leans forward, "Why would the General of the IRG, advisor and right hand of Her Highness the Shogun, be this concerned about the life of a meager cadet of the UN? If this were noticed, many inquiries would fall on your person. And while I comprehend you may have felt insulted by my protegee's emotional outburst, his concerns are valid. Either when he was a toddler or near the time when he left the Empire, someone erased Shirogane's data. And I don't know which one would be the better option here."

Seething over the rim, not relenting as Daizaburou again hit her feet, Tsukuyomi reignited the blazes of menace required of her duties, "Your words can, and will, be taken as an insult to our faction. We're merely showing gratitude towards someone who, as you should be aware, shielded Meiya-sama from the chaser's assault. I highly doubt his intel was erased, much less when he was but a child."

"…Is that so?" Yuuko eyed her sideways, only bolstering the fire, "Yet, that's the board we're facing. No data points to Shirogane being officially adopted, and we have no idea what befell him afterwards. If he was taken in by someone who did so out of a false sense of responsibility, it is probable that caused the erasure of his intel. That's all we know as of now on our end. Thus, considering the risks of the same people that erased him wanting to raise claims of identity theft, I do not believe it wise to rely on your aid. Both in case said someone is from the Guard, and to prevent your faction to be involved in this mess. I've received much gestures of goodwill from Her Highness, and I shall not place her fellowship in a compromising position considering what I know as of now."

Tsukuyomi saw red, everything other than the face of the scientist blurring for a second, "However, even if you're his legal tutor as of now, the cadet should have the final say on-"

"I was the one who requested her not to ask for help," Takeru states, and the floor might as well have given up and opened an abyss under the retainer.

"…What? H-However, we could-"

"No," He frowned, "You clearly denied the possibility of anyone erasing me, despite everything pointing to that. And until we're one thousand percent sure we have a solid defense, I won't be going to the Capital."

Coughing, trying to mend the splattering carnage that the impact of cannon ball-like words did on him, Daizaburou looked at him, both voice and gaze lowering, "And what if someone raises a claim against you, cadet? Are you certain you do not wish our aid?"

"No, because that'll only backfire on us."

"How do you mean?" The General rose a brow, puzzled by the negative, as a knot choked his throat, eyes strained as if walking against the wind.

Takeru leaned back, raising a finger to again tap his brows, "Simple. If you bring us the data, people can claim I'm merely faking what I know, that I'm repeating what the data you gave us says. But if I can recall stuff on my own and then have someone check the databases, that'll be proof enough," He nodded, Yuuko smiled.

"Indeed. Just as my protegee says, it is better for him to be allowed to recall his memories at his own pace. And it works in your favor, to not be entangled in this any further," Giving them a nod, voice composed now, she affirmed.

Yet, both guards could only swallow more acid, seeing Takeru did not trust them in the slightest.

"Furthermore, I cannot allow you to shoulder the burden of this task. I am Shirogane's tutor, and as such, I shall be the one taking care of this affair. We both thank your honesty and support, but all things considered, we have deemed it unwise to rely on your aid, if no clear data on my protegee's life turns up."

"I see… That's understandable. Forgive the pressure, XO, cadet," Daizaburou relents, sighing the acid out, deciding it was time to stop. Time to notify Yuuhi of the developments.

"Daizaburou-sama, this is no pressure," Unlike Tsukuyomi, who did not wish to lose the chance, "Merely sharing Shirogane's father profile with them would not bring about any such outcomes."

"Yet, it is their decision," He quietly tells, shaking his head, "We shall accept their wishes, and only delve into this again if we manage to discover anything while investigating the error," Tsukuyomi coils her hands, as Takeru and Yuuko narrow their eyes at the insistence of calling the situation an 'error'.

"However… If I may, cadet?" The retainer stared, almost pleading inside, at the soldier, "I can understand your fears, however, what has you this convinced someone powerful is against you? Why would someone who welcomed you into their family do something as cruel as erasing you? Is this related in any way to the report on his departure, XO?"

"…I won't disclose that data," Yuuko dryly said.

"Is that so," Tsukuyomi held her gaze for a moment, looking at Takeru one more time, "Then cadet, why do you suspect such a thing?"

"…And why do you care so much?" Looking away, barely audible, he asked.

"I believe you had told me that you were hoping this situation to be salvageable. And I am merely repaying your actions towards Meiya-sama," She then remains staring at him unblinking, as Daizaburou also did. Yuuko held her breath, switching glances from the guards to the soldier.

Looking up, Takeru yet again sighs. His brows almost coming together, stomach growing upset,"For some reason, you see…" Veiling his sight as if walking against the wind, that same defensive aura in his posture, "I've been having some odd nightmares lately," The mention made Tsukuyomi flinch, "It's nothing clear, but there's this…" He grimaces, "sadness, this dejection I feel. And when I try to remember what was of me after Dad died…" Voice quivering again, hands again tenderly coming together, the injured pigeon's echoes again resonating in his ears, Takeru felt a cold blanket fall upon his whole being, "I can't stop thinking that I ended up all alone, that even if someone had taken me in they ended up seeing me as a bother, an eyesore, an unwanted burden. That they ended up wanting to make the stranger go away, for good," And then, the glare full of disdain. The silent judgment, the disappointment, and the distrust that mired his eyes was as intense as the metal clouds that fall over the battlefield.

Out of air as if she was hurrying to the water's surface only to then be harshly pushed down, Tsukuyomi couldn't release herself from his eyes, "However, that is merely a suspicion. While… everything won't be cleared solely with your father's profile, there might be a hint in the papers. I can… comprehend your fears, I truly do, yet reaching out to the authorities in the Capital with all the knowledge you now possess would facilitate a thorough search. And… well, I cannot ascertain it, yet it is highly possible someone that knew you still lives."

"…Then, what happened to my profiles?"

"…I do not know. But coupled with the report of your departure, you could already have a way to mend your data. You won't need to fear any charges falling on you."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. And if anyone tries to screw me over and ruin all the efforts I've done so far, I'll just crush their fangs and be done with it," Sighing, closing his eyes and looking away, Takeru ruffled his hair and tried to stop the echoes, before his eyes began watering again as they did after the recovery session.

Yet due to this, he missed the moment when Tsukuyomi's face twitched in absolute shock, teeth gritting each other as she herself relieved echoes of the days before, their talk by the hill, their discussions on the following months, and their dissidence when he was a shadow. But more than anything, what stirred the bindings into release…

"Those words… those damned words that woman taught him… Why now, of all times? What accursed timing… No, there must be something I can do to convince him. Even if there are lakes in his memories, if Takeru allows us to aid him then-"

"I suppose we should end this here," Yuuko hastily said, wary of Tsukuyomi's expression, standing up as the retainer was recoiling from Takeru's last words.

"A moment, Vice Commander," Daizaburou asks, softly standing up as well, "I understand the cadet's distrust, yet-"

"Shirogane was clear enough, and I won't risk him growing emotional again," She then, quickly and harshly, hit his shoulder with the back of her hand, "I ask you to understand his position, otherwise we'd be going in circles if you keep insisting. This affair will be handled by me, personally, so please desist. While he might not have been as polite as he should have throughout the meeting, we truly did not meant any offense. Shirogane?" She asks, demands, as she looks into him when he stands up.

"Sigh… Whatever," Shaking his head a bit, he grimaces. Then, Takeru gives both guards a slow, deep bow while avoiding their eyes, "…My apologies."

Throat still sore, Tsukuyomi can only nod back, "No… It is nothing."

Yuuko nods, crossing her arms, "I know his situation is quite suspicious, yet I guarantee Shirogane is no threat to Mitsurugi. And do not misunderstand his words, he's still conflicted after seeing what was of his parents' profiles, you'd understand."

"Yes, we assumed as much," The General relents, gulping down an iceberg when exchanging a fleeting gaze with the soldier, "Yet, regarding his father-"

"If you wish to aid us, do keep in mind how it could be taken if this ends up in court," Yuuko reminds, Takeru had already turned away and was going towards the door, "That shall be all on this matter. I shan't keep you any longer, I believe you should be checking up on your Gekishins for the coming mock battle," She then gives them a nod, briskly turning around, opening the door and walking out of the room.

For a moment, a void sensation struck at Tsukuyomi's stomach.

Again short of breath, she could only watch as Takeru walked to the door.

And inhaling sharply, she took some steps towards him.

"Cadet Shirogane," She calls out just as he was about to leave, only for no further sounds to follow afterwards from her lips.

"…What?" Barely a whisper, none of the prior wrath is left in him.

"…Best of luck in tomorrow's battle. I hope… we can bring some light into your situation before misguided charges are pressed," Licking her lips in an effort to cleanse them from the poison, she barely managed to brave the last words out, "See you later, during the mock battle."

Without even turning back, without even nodding, "Goodbye, 1st Lieutenant, General," Then, he hastily leaves the room.

And the retainer and General both hanged their heads, she biting her lips while he sighed heavily as a hand ran over his face.

By the pressure of the ensuing grip, Tsukuyomi felt her gloves twisting and tearing. The retainer then chose to release the tension, the frustration as she delivered a strong punch to the table.

"Those damned words… If he hadn't recalled that-"

"Mana, not now," Daizaburou taps her shoulder, shaking his head in dejection as deep as hers, "We have a report to give."

"Yes, sir. However… Now that we confirmed he truly is Takeru… And for him to ask such a thing…"

"We shall follow the Sun's guidance, as always," He declares, sighing deeply and finally hunching over. After a deep breath, he returns himself upwards, ready to leave, "Let us be on our way, your underlings must be anxious in wait outside."

"Indeed… Let's just go… Sigh…"

Walking out of the room, refusing to answer the inquiries of the trio, they then began walking towards Tsukuyomi's personal room in the base. Yet, as you'd expect, the retainer wasn't even paying attention to her surroundings. While a stoic expression remained outside, while strong and firm her steps were, the feelings she had endured throughout the meeting did not give her any reprieve.

"I can understand the fear, if he recalled his mother's passing, and the early struggles of Kageyuki-san in the Guard."

Slowly, she began to bite her lips. Again feeling her nape pierced by a cold knife, shaving away the skin, the retainer had to make a conscious effort not to display anything.

"I can comprehend the reluctance, to rely on the organization that took his father away from him, that might have had a hand in this 'error' in the profiles. And it is certain that, under the current circumstances, Kouzuki's concerns over a claim of identity theft are perfectly justified."

However, it all came crumbling down as she went over those words, the last honest words he said. When Takeru was clearly pained to speak of these nightmares and whatever it was that he recalled.

"Why, Takeru? What has made you think you were left alone? Why are you mixing the pain of the war with the joy we shared on the days before it? Why can't you recall what Yohime-sama and Yuuhi-sama, what Mion and Shion, what me, Maya, and all your other fellows meant for you?"

She couldn't help but to sigh, faking a cough to rub her nose. To later dispel the dampness that covered the rim of her eyes.

"…And why did you… why did you instead recall those accursed word… Why, Takeru?"

She pondered, worried, and mulled over the matter, a pressure left ingrained on the base of her throat, on her hands and neck.

And of course, she couldn't know of it. For her cousin was the one who looked after the boy back then, and no one had ever told the retainer of the altercation little Takeru had with Raiko or about the discussion that occurred on the following breakfast.

And even if the 1st Lieutenant knew of part of it… as you'd know, there was no way for her to understand the root of Takeru's animosity, of the lingering distrust he once harbored as the soldier who shielded the scientist before everything was over, before light's out.

…And this is really ironic in a way, since the soldier himself does not yet recall the origin of it all. For he does not yet remember clearly what befell him after his very first survival from Iceberg, after the dance of carnage, after light's out.