Chapter 83:
Roses and Ashes (II)
Some moments later.
(In the hallway.)
[Takeru]
Once I made sure the headband is back in place, I look into the full length mirror nearby. Eyes are still red, can see the veins popping through 'em. But there's no more lag to my hands, head doesn't hurt, no whispers nor echoes remain in the distance. Sigh… Though, maybe I should cut my hair once we're done with this little matter. I look like a villain with this headband on and looking this tired, too. The small little horns it has kind of remind me of the Gandum Enpyon.
"Heh, I just feel rhythm emotion!" I say, striking a pose to my reflection. And, ironically, that is not a joke. All the way to the 'Zero System' once I aid Sumika in her therapy.
Though, if that's the case, I wanna wake up to the beeps.
A sigh after, I go to the door. Leaving to the elevator with slow steps, me and my psydekick depart from the changing room, ignoring the few gazes that linger. Kasumi lays her head on my arm, fingers trying to entwine on mine, as the gentle tingly feel spreads. Now able to lift my head without effort, I smile and pet her head.
"Thanks a lot, Kasumi," I whisper, she smiles back.
"No, it's nothing. Are you truly feeling well?"
"Yeah, no worries."
"…I felt the dragon roaring again, however," she affirms, staring.
"Wait, you could still hear my thoughts?" I had asked Yuuko to shut Kasumi off in case- Oh, fuck. What are you playing at now, Vice Commander?
"Sorry… I didn't meant to, it was like a… wave washing over me, the echo of the roar," bunny ears cascade along her gaze, fingertips enforcing their hold.
"You're fine after that?"
"It was just the echo, I didn't see anything. Um, Takeru-san, do you know why you turned into a dragon within the forest? Is that… how you were in the IRG?"
"No. Back then… I was fire, and just that."
"…Then, who is the dragon?"
"That's… not important right now."
"According to the Professor, dragons are omens of good fortune. And many civilizations seem to revere them as symbols of power and bravery. I do think," she looks away, leaning more, "it fits you well."
"…Thanks, but," there is another symbolism dragons take. And it ain't no good omen or anything. "Anyways, yeah, I had to get serious for a second," to clog the highway despite my rejection, as pointless as it might be I gotta play to my odds.
"I suppose, the questioning was a failure?" She asks, bunny ears and steps slumping.
"There's no failures… Just me being stupid for the umpteenth time," I sigh, she rubs my arm.
"What happened?"
"We argued, Meiya used words that, well, remind me of rough days and I tried to cut things as I felt memories clearing up. How do I look?"
Kasumi puts some space between us, her eyes remain on me. "Shaken, but you're calm now. I feared you were going to faint again, by how pale your aura looked."
"Is it that bad?" My lips dry as she nods, and that cold embrace meets my side again.
"You're still all spiky," she notes, lips shrugged. "Um, the Professor didn't exactly reveal much but, was this truly necessary? Using your… pull so suddenly can backfire."
"It had to be this way, checking Mei- Mitsurugi's feelings was a must."
"But didn't you already know how she reacts in the future?"
"It's not like I know every outcome," I shrug, chuckling. "There's too many possible routes, and I can't really take it all in. Would be cool if, for every problem, a Takeru from another future would come to warn us of what could go wrong." If only I could actually see the future instead of only getting vague hunches and have to hard reset the state to prevent random shit to screw us over. At least, me being an active Nucleus should, theoretically, let Sumika link methods from different timelines… which is the key to getting out of this stalemate.
Kasumi tilts her gaze, blinking fast for a sec. "Huh? But there can't be two you at the same time."
"Oh, yes, they can. I did pass myself Sumika's shoe back home, after all," I smirk, she gapes as the tingly feeling grows, as she sees the memories, one from each side. "Then, we could get one Takeru that comes for the issues we have now, then there's another that comes for the next problem and so on. We'd end up with an army of Takerus, ready to break the universe in half through the sheer stupidity of our puns," I nod to myself, raising a fist.
"That sound unnecessarily complicated," she protests. "Where did you get the idea?"
"You know, Drake Sphere. There's a character there, Tronqs, that comes from the future to help the guys in the past. I'm basically like him, but now without a cool sword." And I can't go Super Shayan.
"Your aura is spiky enough as it is now, Takeru-san," Kasumi keeps complaining, lightly pulling my arm.
"Heh, if you say so."
"But," she says, ears flapping, "that only applies if there's many aspects of the future one does not know. You already, well, know what happens up to Iceberg, so you could technically solve many issues by aiding the Professor with the overall knowledge of how the events transpired, even if they no longer shall occur, simply to be on the lookout for parallels. What does that make you?"
"…Takeru del futuro futuroso."
"I'm being serious," eyes narrow, hold tightens.
"Oh, me too. The futuristic future is real cool and doesn't afraid of anything, though. We got touchscreens, rhino XGs, free chocolate, and the sun is red."
CHOP!
"Don't start, please. Sigh… At least you seem to be feeling well enough," she concludes, lips not entirely relaxing.
"Haha… You could say I was mentally prepped up, even if I'd rather things not be this way," I look up, fiddling with my ear, straightening my back, feeling something crack as a small jolt runs through me. "But at least I know now. I just gotta deal with it… somehow."
I know, different world and all that shit. I can't control how people feel, and I'm no one to tell her not to go hard onto the Yamato Damashii when I almost lost it during the invasion. Guess all those pies and presents are a thing of the past. Even with the best possible roll I could have gotten in a reset, I could not get Meiya to stop seeing herself as a tool of the Empire in this world. Different values, different settings, so of course things would be different. But it's too early to simply give up. She might not… resemble my sweet Meiya, but that doesn't mean we gotta be enemies. If I can convince the XO to send us to the relief efforts, actually saving the old lady might… either let us start coexisting even if we disagree or it'll be the last nail in the coffin if she's resolved to not take her off the small hamlet. But dammit, I gotta roll that dice. If Meiya remains on this path… regardless of how I handle Yuuko and Yuuhi…
…
"Pull the trigger, Takeru…"
Shuddering, I shake my head and inhale sharply. Fighting the scratching, the rake of cold up to my nape, my steps delay themselves as if walking through sinking sand.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the medical bay right now?" She says as she holds my gaze, clutching both arm and hand tightly as if she were pulling a rope.
"Sigh… It's fine. I think I'm good now," I smile, again petting her head.
She shrugs her lips a bit. "I still think you should-"
Her bunny ears perk up, Kasumi shivers. Immediately after, a steady march reaches my ears. Looking back, a red dress inches closer in long steps as if she were late for a special sale in the super.
"Hey Takeru, whatever is the matter?" Shion hurries to our side, a hand in her chin as she looks straight at me. Lips shrink, gaze narrows. "You… don't look so good."
I wave a hand about, rolling my eyes. "I'm fine, really. I was called to the underground, that's why I left the training," I answer, enduring a smile, bearing the brunt of an inquisitive arrow-stare.
"Oh, I see. Let us escort you, then," she proposes, raising a finger.
"Takeru-san is being called to a special mission," Kasumi says, moving her bunny ears.
"I wasn't talking to you," Shion shoots a glare at her, eyes sharp and carnivorous. Not like in the worst days, but still in needless aggression like when she was little. Only, you know, instead of a silly child this is a full-blown ballista of aggro.
"Hey, don't be like that," I say, waving a hand, losing the smile. "My missions are kind of a big deal, that's all."
As Shion groans and holds my gaze, sparks and shields raised in the crossfire, Mion slowly catches up. Giving a small nod, she plays with her hair. "Is something the matter?"
"Takeru says we can't escort him due to some special duties," Shion complains, not even masking the embers.
"Well, merely accompanying you shouldn't be an issue?" Mion asks, I sigh.
"Please, it's fine. We can take the stairs and hurry to the elevator. Thanks, but you can end the morning watch here."
Her eyes narrow as her fingers trace the ponytail. "Really? Then, may I ask what transpired in the last battle?"
"What are we talking about?"
"Why were you holding your head as you returned to your squadron? Moreover, what compelled you to employ those… tactics against Mitsurugi?" Her tone takes a dive in the Arctic, the hawk in her resurfaced.
"…My head just hurt a bit. Nothing's wrong. And I am doing my best because I need the grades since, you know, my CCSE score was garbage," I point out with a nod, both Pickles seem to not be very enthused by the answer, going by the wiggle of those brows, the embers that still lurk.
"Then, all the more reason to accompany you, isn't it?" Mion suggests, nodding with half a smile.
"Takeru-san said he's going to a special mission. Please leave," Kasumi insists, not dulling her firm opposition even when I grip her hand.
"We are talking with Takeru," Shion spits, playing with her hair as she threw a side glance and a sharp kunai at Kasumi. "So Takeru, let's-"
"Leave us alone please," Kasumi counters, in her own firm way.
"You shut up. Takeru, we are assigned as your-"
"Inconsiderate."
"Kasumi, stop it," I pull her hand, she looks down. Why are you picking a fight with her? What's next, you're gonna hiss like a bunny and bite onto 'em? Her bunny ears flap, she groans as she stares.
As I look back at Shion, her lips are quivering. She takes one step back while holding my gaze, then she shot a glare at Kasumi. Even as Mion lightly pulls at her sleeve, Shion's face does not unwind the steam nor the embers. She's about to let her menacing side out, probably. And if security sees her being a hazard to Kasumi…
"Come on, now." I place a hand on Kasumi's head as I stand in front of her, covering her from their hawkish glares. "Sorry Shion, Mion, can you just drop it?"
"Huh?! Why? Why are you taking her side?" Shion asks, almost wincing. It feels as if I had thrown a dart at her heart right now.
"I'm not. I just want to go answer my call for a mission. You know I'm under a punishment," I state, leveling a stare at them both.
"But why with her? We can watch over you as you go wherever it is you're required," she again raises a finger and smiles at me, tilting her head to a side.
"Inconsiderate, and forceful too." Kasumi, why?! She squints her eyes at Shion, whose fists are now shaking visibly.
"What was that? You wanna say something else?"
"Screaming won't make you right." She replies, moving her bunny ears. Shion's eyes are lost in a pond of fire, only a light elbowing from Mion chains down the blast.
"Alright, you two. That's enough. 2nd Lts, please take your leave," I tap my brows, frowning just a bit, making them twitch. "Causing an argument now is not what I want, and you've done enough for me today," I affirm, speaking from the pit, glaring in earnest. Until Kasumi pulls my arm, pouting.
"If that is what you wish," Mion relents a nod, despite Shion's frown. "However, considering our position, I'd like to discuss something with Yashiro here," she says, inexpressive and cold. Giving me the false smile of a hyena.
"Are you trying to pick a fight with Kasumi?"
"My, of course not. I do wonder why you came to that conclusion… Did anyone speak ill of us to you?" Mion eyes narrow and blazes at the bunny.
"You did try to harm me when we just met… Leave Kasumi alone. She's my friend."
"I cannot speak for Shion, but I have no hostile intentions towards Yashiro," she states, playing with her hair. You still haven't learned how to veil your anger. And you should know Mion, lying to me is quite the stupid thing to do.
"I see. You wanna stay Kasumi?"
"No, let's go."
We try to move but Mion now stands in my way, still bearing an innocent smile that promises lament and docility. "Please, we merely wish to share some words with her regarding these 'special missions'. There is no way we would do anything inappropriate given our position here, much less to the assistant of the Vice Commander. You can trust in my words, we will do nothing to her."
"Acts are not the only thing that can hurt. Mion, I'll say this clearly, if you're hostile to her I'll take it as a personal insult," I warn, staring down at them both.
"…Why are you being this contrarian? I do not recall doing anything to upset you."
"Shion just tried to pick a fight with her."
"I wasn't doing that," Shion crosses her arms, eyes losing light and warmth by the second. "I was just performing my duty and she got in the way."
"She was telling you I'm late for a special assignment. And you told her off way too harshly."
"Please, cadet Shirogane," Mion said, smiling at me, lightly hitting Shion's side, "I merely wish to share some words with Yashiro, nothing more."
"…Then, go on and ask away. If it's about the mission, neither of us can answer," I nod, Kasumi follows.
"May I ask why you cast such doubt towards me? I thought we agreed to try and get along." Mion then slowly looks at Kasumi, who hides behind my back under the pressure. "Maybe someone is truly speaking ill of us behind our backs?"
"If you're insinuating Kasumi did, you're way off the mark. I merely see the you of that rainy night right now," I say, not changing my posture at all. "If you touch Kasumi, you touch me. Why are you looking at her like that? I mean, how could you ever be upset at her?"
"She was rude to me, unnecessarily hostile. I wonder why?" Shion comments, as sour as she could be. If not for the situation, I'd laugh at how childish she looks.
"You also were rude to her, you know?"
"Is she a fellow to you, Takeru?" She counters, a viper lashing out within her words, her stare.
"She's my friend. Kasumi has always been there for me when stuff got tough here," I return the crossfire, enough to make them falter and douse the pyres.
"I see. But that doesn't excuse her behavior towards me, she made a miss first."
"2nd Lt Tsukuyomi," I glare again, tapping my brows and sighing hard, "it's not about first or second. Kasumi has been helping me since I arrived so she gets easily worried about my health. That's all, right Kasumi?"
"…Yes." She says, peeking from behind me. "I am just looking after him."
"Well, you don't have to," Shion again shoots a glare at her. "We are assigned as his escorts, you see."
"Thanks, but drop that stare," I order, they both hold my gaze for a moment, eyes narrowed.
"Shirogane, is she someone dear to you?" Mion asks, losing light.
"Of course. She's a really good friend. I mean, she puts up with my bullshit everyday with a smile on her face despite all she has to do. That's how good she is. Look at her! How could you be mean to Kasumi? She's just trying to help, is all."
"I see, so that's how you see her…" Mion smiles, but in a crooked way. Like my Mom whenever she came up with a punishment after I failed many tests in a row. "However, I assure you I hold no ill will towards her. I just wish to share a couple words with Yashiro. Do you seriously think-"
"Then talk where I can hear you."
"I would welcome some privacy, if at all possible. Since it regards our briefing for this duty."
"…Kasumi, let's go." I reach out to her, grip her hand, and move past the Pickles. I can't let them fight. Everything would crumble if Kasumi reacts badly towards them and they dared to show their fangs.
"It is saddening to see how little you seem to think of me…" Mion's hand that was on her hair delayed its stroke, her eyes slowly descending onto the figure behind me as we pass her side.
"What's sad is that you showed your fangs again here, Mion. I expected more of you two."
And rushing outta there, we quickly chain a few staircases without slowing down. We say nothing for a while, eventually I have to stop as her steps start to delay. Reaching B5F, letting her catch her breath, we pace quietly to the elevator. A slow arc is drawn on my arm, the tender hold softly pulls and the gale of steps subsides into a breeze as she sighs.
"You okay, Kasumi?"
"Yes," she whispers, eyes remain closed. "Don't worry, I did not scan their minds deeply. I saw no," her grip on me tightens, like her lips, "gruesome memories."
"Quite the negative word. You saw nothing, but what of hearing?" I ask, looking at her.
Steps wane, her bunny ears fall. "They do not seem very pleased to see a," gaze crumbles, sinking beyond reach, "Russian doll overseeing you."
Ears ring, sickness spreading on my mouth. I pet her head, slowly, as if handling an old vase. "You're no 'doll' or 'unit' or 'witch'. You're a human like all the rest, Kasumi."
"The official statement regarding the legitimacy of the life of artificial beings clarifies that-"
I stop, my walking and her words, wrapping an arm over her shoulders, pulling her a bit closer, causing her bunny ears to bump into me. "I don't care what the corporate side of the UN wrote down to appease a bunch of assholes who knows how many decades ago. You're my friend, and if you say that again about yourself I'm getting angry."
She doesn't pull away, the tingly feeling slowing but never ceasing. "That's how many see me, will see me. It's a fact I cannot avoid. I am not-"
"So what if you're different? You still breathe, think, and feel like a human would. You're nothing of those shitty things people would call you," I frown and sigh. I'll never accept that bullshit, not after Alt IV was taken from Yuuko, not when our life was branded in red, and I won't start now either. "Let's try and keep you away from the Pickles. Did they have any other concerning thoughts?" I ask, letting her go before anyone sees us.
Bunny ears softly flap as her hands readjust their lock, head resting fully onto my arm now as we walk again. "Their auras were as red as their clothing, yet the slow swirling denotes true concern over you. Only, well, there was a mist, a fog covering them both. If it was regret, guilt, or any masked intention I did not try to confirm, the color grew deep like," she shivers, taking a deep breath, "that forest we saw in your mind."
"Sigh. Let's try and avoid contact between you and them. Anyways, I guess it's tuning time?" I ask in a whisper.
"Yes. The Professor is both pleased and upset at the first results we obtained from the tests. What do you have in mind?" She inquires, looking up.
"We gotta establish a base for her to build up from. So we''ll start from the beginning, playing old games that might trigger a jog in her memory."
"Will the consoles work?"
"No, this isn't the one from my home. Picture books of folktales, spinning tops, marbles, stuff like that."
"I see. What about Cat's Cradle?"
"Yeah, that works too. Shogi is out of the question, juggling is a bit risky." It can either fail in the sync, make her remember the Pickles or Yuuhi, or we may end up hitting the cylinder.
"I don't think we'd do something like that," she protests.
"Haha, but, well, we don't really have other games here, do we?"
"Don't you know of anything else we can do?"
"Why not play with cards? A standard deck should be available at the library, I believe."
I nod, smirking. "Oh, that's a good one. Simple is… Huh?" I blink a few times, looking at the tall figure that had, at some point, started walking besides us as Kasumi quivers and huddles behind me, gripping at my fatigues for dear life.
"Hm? What is it, Takeru Shirogane? Done reminiscing about games?"
"Chief Yoroi?! What are you doing here?!" And how do you keep sneaking up on me?! Do I need to polish my sense again? And I don't have Tsuhi to help me with that now, fuck.
He just chuckles at my surprise, waving a hand around. In his usual suit, as always, he tips his hat back as he smiles. "Oh, just taking a walk around the base. It is a beautiful building, after all. Top of the line tech in every corner."
"Well… Yeah, you're right in that. So, why did you sneak up on us?"
"I simply found you two absentmindedly walking and thought to see how you were faring. Hello, Yashiro. It has been a while," giving a smile, he waves. Kasumi shrinks into me further. "Oh? Is she still reticent towards speaking with me?"
"Sigh. You just popped out of nowhere, anyone would freak out," I shrug, rolling my eyes.
"And yet, you seem composed enough, Takeru Shirogane," he says, gaze peering, piercing deep into my soul. Feels as if I were staring straight into a mirror without blinking for too long.
"Been through quite the stuff lately, is all."
"Hmm, so it seems. A few soldiers seemed to desire to follow your trail as you walked. Why has such a dark cloud fell over you, I wonder?" He asks, face tightens as he grasps his chin.
"They see me spinnin', they hatin'." Patrolling they tryin' to catch me walkin' dirty.
"I did not know you favored hip-hop, Takeru Shirogane. An… influence of your time in America?"
"Anything for a pun, Chief." And for the record, be grateful I didn't start singing Without Me as soon as I got back to this world. Kasumi's grip on me tightens, her bunny ears slap away at my back. "Well, we were called to some assignment, so I'll-"
"By the way, might I ask about this… device on your head?" Narrow brows, an unwary tone paired with a hawkish gaze.
"…It's just a headband."
"I see… It resembles some sort of horns, does it not?"
"I guess…"
"I wonder what this means. Takeru Shirogane, are you a guardian angel in disguise; or a demon lurking in the shadows?" He takes a step closer, towering, staring.
Furrowing my brows and plucking my lips, doing an effort to keep my tone neutral, I return the pleasantry. "I'm a UN soldier working for the same side as you, I believe."
"…Is that so?"
"At least, that's what I think," for now. "Well, aren't you busy? XO Kouzuki's gonna be angry if she finds you snooping around. What are you even here for?" For him to approach me, no, for him to be here… Is he here with news about Sagiri like last loop? Pushing Yuuko for your own goals, forcing intelligence to move out prematurely?
Not on my watch, Chief. You ain't playing me a third time.
"Hoho, I can't tell you that. For I am a man with a mission," he gives me his usual smile, raising both hands and waving them to a side while taking a step back and letting out a hearty chuckle.
"Sigh… Well, I guess that's true. I'll forget we ever saw-"
"Oh, since you insist, I suppose I could tell you."
"…Which is it?" Always marching to his own drum.
"You see, I've been tasked to deliver a certain item to this base…"
"Hmm… I suppose to the Vice Commander?"
"Well, yes. But I suppose you could simply hand it to her."
"Why?"
"You're going to see her at some point, won't you? It makes my work easier."
"Hey, don't slack off, Chief. No one likes a dog that can't do its tricks right, after all," I say, he chuckles.
He's doing his usual act, through and through. Why did he approach me? Is this about an item true or not? Is there… anyone else nearby? Can't feel anyone's presence… But I also couldn't hear him approaching at all. Kasumi remains hidden, grasping at my fatigues. On her guard.
"You do know what's gonna happen if you start messing around the base?" I ask, tapping my brows.
He then smiles, a bit more softly than usual. "Haha, I suppose it is a risk I cannot take. By the way, here," the Chief passes me a small box.
"What's this?"
"The important item I spoke about."
"Huh?! You're just handing it to me? What is this- Huh?" Touching the package, my fingers dive right in. This feels like… "Chief, this wouldn't be a dodo plushie, would it?"
"Oh?" He smiles widely for some reason, eyes gaining luster. "How did you guess correctly, Takeru Shirogane?"
"Mikoto complained once about the plushie you left her for her birthday, said you always give her these things, how much you love these birds."
And all the goddamned times that also happened in my first loops as well, even if she never told me why that happened during those years. Always with the dodos, really. We had enough of the things to make an extra pillow with 'em all back then. Sigh… Was nice to simply lay and chill onto the dodos after some hijinks by the hill.
He nods, sighing and placing a hand near his neck, relaxing a bit. "Oh, yes. The dodos are fascinating, and not only because they're an extinct mystery to delve in."
"For real?"
"In any case, I suppose we should discuss the real reason I came here," he sobers up, straightening his suit.
…But what about the dodos? I never heard anything of why he loves those birds, now that I think about it.
"Here," he produces letter from his suit and passes it to me, scanning the nearby area with quite the killer stare as he did.
"…You do know that XO Kouzuki won't like you using a middle man for the delivery if it's something important, right?"
"Worry not, Takeru Shirogane. This letter isn't for the Professor."
"Huh? Then, who is it for?"
"Read it, and find out. I have business with the XO, so I'll take my leave here," he tips his hat, giving me a smile. "Until later, Takeru Shirogane."
"…Yeah, later."
He goes his way deep into the base, towards the elevator. Doesn't turn around, and shortly after I lose sight of him. I suppose people will deal with him in due time, but just in case.
"Kasumi, can you-"
"I already emailed the Professor about it," she says, waving her PDA at me.
"Thanks, little bun," I pet her head, the bunny ears softly flap. "So, I guess he still has hyper ceramic on him?" She nods, looking down. "Don't worry, his mind is probably one of the last things you wanna scan."
"So, um, what is that about?" She asks, peeking at my hand, at the letter and the box.
"The dodo plushie is… probably a test for me, I guess. Lemme check it for bugs real quick."
…And no, there's nothing on the thing.
"I didn't know you could do that," she says, staring.
"Yuuko taught me some tips when I worked for her in one of my loops." And I got better at it in the Guard. Sure, I ain't no Tsuhi but I can clean up a small plushie no problem. "Wanna keep the little bird?" I offer it, she shakes her head. Guess I'm gonna have to leave it somewhere, maybe in my office.
"Well, but," she pulls at my arm, "what of that letter?"
The envelope is made of a paper softer than anything I've touched before, almost feeling soft despite its sturdiness. White as the moon, it has a small burgundy ribbon on it like those congratulation letters have. Sealed with a wax seal in the same burgundy color, the pattern it has seems… familiar for some reason.
"Wait, a burgundy lotus? Don't tell me-" I gulp, Kasumi gasps and lets go in haste.
As I turn it around, I see another logo. A large purple marking with the image of the handguard of the Minaru Kamui… The Koubuin House's emblem. A stamp with the Imperial Royal Guard's patch is in a corner, looking more like a hand drawn, custom made piece rather than a mass produced stamp. Written in pristine black ink, with such a fine calligraphy that denotes not a single wasted stroke nor hesitation in the action, a name was etched on the envelope.
Recipient: Takeru Shirogane. Followed by it, the directions of the base were written under the name with clear precision, including my current rank.
"Takeru-san?" She pulls my hand, barely grasping it. "This might hurt you. Don't read it."
"Running away is not an option, Kasumi."
"Are you," she looks away, her hold falters on its own, "still considering going back to the IRG?"
I ruffle her hair, the silly bunny looks up. "I ain't going anywhere, Kasumi."
"Really?" I nod, she steps closer. "I see. But I'm not silly, I am worried about-"
"I know. But putting this off is a bad call."
"What about the tuning?"
"I can focus then, unlike you I can't multitask to save my life," I nod, pushing my chest out.
"I do not know if boasting of that is wise, Takeru-san."
"It's the truth, though. I do one thing at a time, very slowly. Don't worry, if we could speak with the actual Sumika before after I came back, I'll keep myself in check."
She still looks into my eyes, unblinking. "Whatever lies in this letter won't make you argue with the Professor again?"
"That depends on what the Vice Commander plans to do going forward. I did give her some time to gather her thoughts, but that volcano ain't chilling down. Neither are those who thank it for the spark."
"I know, but still… You're on the Professor's side, right?" Again, barely grasping my sleeve, fingertips quiver as her lips. With the frailty and purity of porcelain, she stares up at me.
"It's the other way around, little bun," I smile, letting a sigh out as I play with her bangs. "That's what I'm trying to answer now."
Enduring her eyes, I gulp and look at the letter, at the emblem. Feeling the cold hands creep back out, as if my feet were sinking in sand, I can't move from the spot. The grip start distorting the edges of the envelope, a small race of ants on my back.
Letting some air out, leaving my mouth open, I slowly turn the thing around.
Some of my fingers blocked the writing, but I can read the surname just fine. Unlike that time when I saw Sagiri's letter and got the reading wrong, I can somehow tell that this time my reading of the kanjis isn't wrong.
Looking at the sender's last name, I can tell I am not mistaken. I can tell that these kanjis read 'Amato'.
…
I wonder how exactly you're making ends meet while dealing with Fujikagi-kun now on your own, Red Lightning. Hehe, sure hope you're not burning everything around you. Although, without the morning coffee, I don't see your mood calming down at all.
Some moments before.
[Mion]
Takeru goes his way, sending towards us a murderous glare he only ever employed when truly adusted. Never letting go of the ESPer doll, he leaves without hesitation and in quite the hurry. With that damn witch daring to cling onto his arm, as a parasitic ivy constricts over noble greenery.
I am only allowed a sigh, any reaction can and will be used against us. Turning around, I pace back where we came from.
To think they'll make him doubt us so strongly… As soon as I noticed he seemed dizzy, this Russian witch went to his side wasting not a second. The Instructor shook her head, did not allow us to approach him while she berated Meiya-sama. While I concur she might have made a miss to imprint such ashen dejection to his features, admonishing her in such manner and forbid us to move was a clear mistake on the Instructor's end. I suppose, this shows where the woman truly stands.
In any case, the witch has been ordered to monitor him… Maybe twisting his memories to that fox's convenience?
"So Shion…"
"…What?" She spits, arms tightly crossed as she outpaces my walk.
"Do you think she's affecting him?"
"Yeah, I do. Remember the headband he has? Isn't it oddly similar to that thing she has on her head?"
"Yes, it was. Talking with her won't be easy… But perhaps that won't be necessary."
"It is unnerving, how they flaunt their colors and we can do nothing," she fumes, begins to stomp.
"Peace, we cannot falter. That being said, did you notice the gesture?"
"Yeah…" Her gaze falls to the floor, allowing me to once more walk by her. "To think our Leader would come back defending a foreigner…"
"It is almost a mockery. He does seem to be truly fond of her, and her appearance does align with what Takeru said. However… She's a witch, and she may have him under a foul spell."
"We can't do anything about her, though." Shion says, biting her lips, spewing grave maledictions under her breath.
If she truly is caring for him, I have no objections. However, how did she notice Takeru was in pain when she wasn't looking at him? When she was near the noise of the onlookers? Only us noticed Takeru's slight headache as he exited the sim, and due to the vantage point we observed from. Perhaps the Instructor also did at a glance and that's why she halted Meiya-sama. But the witch wasn't looking at him and yet was the first to react, to hurry to Takeru's side.
Almost as if she could really sense his mind in pain. Almost as if she wanted to block whatever he was remembering then. And she requested of us to leave, without veiling how vexed she was.
"I suppose we've no choice but to remain vigilant," I admit, loosening my arms.
"We do have an option to play," she raises a finger, dead serious upon my stare.
"Do you believe it wise?"
"Now is the most proper moment to contact her."
"Mana-nee is gonna kill us if this backfires, however."
"Then, we can scout the vicinity, to ensure no one takes notice. Or, what?" A slight frown, a step closer. "You rather surrender our brother to a Russian doll?"
"Fine, fine. But if there is any chance we could be seen-"
"We retreat immediately. So, should we be on our way?" She asks, again showing me her teeth.
I relent a sigh and nod, following her stride. Alternating our watch, our approach remains mostly undetected. Mana-nee already gave us a layout of the base, of the blind spots between cameras. Gaining a vantage point was easy enough, keeping watch for onlookers shall be the test now.
Left with no choice but to idle time, wait for the squats to end, we simply watch from the coldness of the shadows while enduring the modest breeze of the afternoon. Until she finishes, refreshes herself, and starts walking to the base, steps short and slow, gaze down in a pensive gesture.
"Meiya-sama," I call out, gesturing for her to get close.
A twitch, a second of hesitation, she then slowly approaches. "What are you doing here, you two? What of Takeru?" She inquires, arms folding.
"That is what we desired to speak with you about," Shion says, leaving the wall.
Yet she shakes her head. "I don't know if this is wise."
"Huh?" My cousin stalls a reaction, an eye twitches.
"As much as I desire to speak with you, if we're seen-"
"We ensured no such thing could happen," I state, returning her gaze, "most of the crew is having lunch as we speak. No one can see us from this position, rest assured."
"I see. Still," her eyes veer away, faltering, clouding, "what is it you wish to ask? Takeru didn't," lips regress, words stall, "agree to forward an apology. In large- No, due to my obstinate insistence on the matter."
"We didn't expect him to," Shion notes. "All we wish to ask is, why was he in pain after the last training?"
"Pardon?" Reigniting, her glare focuses onto us, causing Shion to falter.
"As it were," I say, giving a low nod, "cadet Shirogane was rather distressed after the battle, holding his head quite tightly when he approached his squadmates."
"What?! Then, what are you even doing here?!" She demands, a sudden landslide of blaze. "Was he taken to the medbay once again?" She asks, the hand which tugs and grips at her tank top revealing the source of the outburst.
"No, there was no need. Sadly, we were forbidden to approach him in the sim room unless it were an emergency."
"And later, that Yashiro," Shion seethes, drilling a burn into the ground, "sent us away in quite the hostility, claiming he was tasked with a special mission," she nods, I shake my head at the kindling in her eyes.
"Is that so. So Yashiro was also rude to you."
"Huh? Meiya-sama, excuse me, but," I stare, the glare of the sun unable to fight off the cold gust which embraces my back, "has Yashiro also been hostile to you?"
She nods in honesty, sighing softly. "Yes, in a few occasions. I don't know why, yet she doesn't seem to like me much."
So the witch does not favor Meiya-sama, huh. Curious, very curious, isn't it?
Shion frowns further, embers to flares. "Have you had an altercation with her, perchance?"
"Perish the thought," she affirms in complete firmness as a diamond, eyes blazing as Yuuhi-sama does at times. "She tends to be rather rude towards me despite my best efforts to remain polite, insisting that I am too stubborn, that I should mind my own business."
"Regarding what?"
"Oh, about Takeru. I had, well, desired his aid some time before. Takeru was busy then, and Yashiro said my insistence was inconsiderate. He did apologize for her bluntness, however no matter when I inquired he always had a special mission and she never seemed to be very welcoming towards me."
"Is this true?"
"But of course. Do you believe I would lie to you?" She asks, shrugging her lips in understandable anger.
I shake my head, giving a hasty bow. "No, I would never. I was merely," idling a hand on my hair, I rest onto the wall, "how to say it? I am at a lack of words to describe this situation."
"I have a word for you, Mion," Shion grins, teeth, no, fangs visible as she hits the concrete. "This is a fucking joke."
"Shion, do not lose your poise," Meiya-sama scolds, we both sigh at Shion's groans.
Still, I find myself agreeing with the vulgarity. So the witch has been around him since he arrived, huh? And also has been against Meiya-sama being near Takeru as well. Very curious, indeed.
"In any case," I cough, restoring my mask, "could you kindly tell us what transpired during your battle with cadet Shirogane?" I bow, Shion follows suit.
"Stop," she asks, "I am nothing yet. Rise, both of you." We so do, finding a hardening stare transfixed onto us, fully focused and never releasing our eyes. "I did plan to request a talk with Tsukuyomi about this, so if you agree to take me to her we can clear the other's doubts as we platicate."
"Eh? Ah, Meiya-sama, bringing you to Sister is-"
"If you're fearful of retaliation, let's agree to make this a request from me. Would you take me to Tsukuyomi?" She asks, holding our gazes.
If she herself deems whatever happened of such importance, it would not be wise to ignore it. Certainly, Mana-nee will understand. And if she doesn't, I shall bear the responsibility. Trusting in a witch is never wise. Shion nods my way and holds my gaze, so I sigh.
"Very well, we shall guide you. Please, do try to follow close by. We'll endeavor to not let anyone see you."
"Thank you kindly, both of you," she smiles, widely and relaxed like the skies are as of now. Vanishing what little clouds obscured her features, almost relieved.
[Meiya]
It almost feels as if I were attempting to sabotage the base, sneaking about behind these two. Alternating their watch in front and behind me, we quickly cruise through the hallways. Halting at times, melting into the wall at others, always in silence.
Yet, I do find it odd. If they found motives to seek me, whatever has happened to you, Takeru? Those charges must have taken a severe toll on your body. And while they said he wasn't sent to the medbay… I hope you truly did not exert yourself. Sigh… I'll never be her, huh. I wonder, just what kind of woman was this Yohime? To have you captive to this length, to ignite your anger to such extent. Moreover, how did her vision of a warrior differ from mine? To not live or die by the sword… I cannot comprehend, a warrior must never hesitate. To falter upon despair is treason to one's resolve, there is no giving up after committing to a mission or a promise. Revising one's approach is… understandable, yet piercing through should always be the goal.
I cannot understand, what did he grew upset about. Especially when Takeru himself acts with such resolve, unyielding even against the prospect of gaining further attention on himself, of driving himself to near exhaustion. But in due time he'll understand, he is a fellow after all. I wonder… if they know anything.
"By the by," I whisper, gaining their attention. Giving them a short bow, I smile. "Thanks for participating on that mock battle. Even if we did not get the chance to cross strikes, it was a pleasure to share the same battlefield." With all that happened after the bout, no one has approached me personally.
"No, the pleasure was ours," Mion says, returning the gesture.
"The pleasure of getting steamrolled," Shion rolls her eyes as she folds her arms. Mion sends her a glare but chooses to say nothing.
"By the way, how was your encounter with Takeru during the battle?"
"Eh? Ah, well," Mion toys with her hair, looking away, ahead, "it was truly fierce, the cadet's patterns are too erratic to follow."
"And when he isn't diving for your head, he's moving like a mirage," Shion protests, gazing back for a moment, warning with a quick gesture so that we hurry.
"…Didn't you notice anything odd to his patterns?" I ask, staring.
"For example?" Mion asks, remaining composed as a lake.
"…So you do not think anything of his maneuvering?"
"Well, it is most aggressive, that's true," she relents, giving a nod.
…I suppose, better to wait until we're in Tsukuyomi's quarters.
It doesn't take us long before we arrive at the barracks, desolate at this time since most are in the PX. Hurrying to their area, we finally breathe a sigh once we arrive, having avoided any eyes save the cameras. Although, I assume they must have taken that into account as well?
"Sister, it's us," Mion knocks in a rhythm, gulping.
"Enter," she says from within.
Mion sighs and steps inside. Shortly after, the echo of a slamming palm reaches me, making Shion stand straight, shivering for a second. I fold my arms, waiting in silence.
Eventually, the door slowly parts and a clearly scarred Mion waves us to enter. Shion follows after me, tracing the wall once we're inside. As Mion closes it, I hear the lock being put in place. Both cousins remain standing by the entrance, firm as statues.
So I sigh and face forward, giving a bow. "Good afternoon, Tsukuyomi."
Her laptop still running, she nods my way, features neutral. "Good afternoon, Meiya-sama. Please, do sit down," she gestures towards a spare chair. "What did you need of me?"
"Surely you can guess. I wish to know what happened to Takeru," I affirm, crossing a leg as I sit.
"Ahem… Meiya-sama, I am afraid I cannot comply to your request."
"I assumed so. However, during the training we shared today, Takeru said certain," I look away, enforcing the knot of my arms, "words which make me believe he truly is a fellow of us."
Her brows narrow, yet nothing is said. Scanning my features, Tsukuyomi then relents a nod. "Very well, let's hear what this is about. Mion notified me the cadet was rather exhausted after a sim battle you had against him?"
"Indeed. I admit I am at fault, I pressed Takeru so that he would extend an apology to you."
"Huh? Why would you do such a thing? Were you not notified no claims will fall upon the cadet?" She inquires, leaning forward in truest indignation.
"No, at all. Takeru mentioned how no repercussions had befell him at the moment yet did not leave the possibility null. And, well," I run a hand into my hair, breaking eye contact, "he was very adamant regarding how he could not approach you under no circumstances."
"…What does that mean?" She asks, interlocking her fingers, crossing a leg, aiming her full focus at me.
"Exactly what I said, he does not believe it wise to approach you. Such is why I insisted on perhaps extending a letter, to no avail," I sigh, curling a strand.
"Is that so? Well, do not mull over this matter. While I cannot disclose what transpired, there is no fault in the cadet's shoulders. An apology is unnecessary," she nods, yet she's the one to break eye contact, slightly… nibbling at her bottom lip.
"I understand. I shan't be pressing any further."
"Well, was he faring well?" She asks, resting her hands on her dress. "After returning from the medbay, to be placed on a battle against you must have been toilsome indeed for the cadet."
"Actually, his piloting did not seem any more conservative than his usual." All the contrary, truth be told. "While his showing yesterday was far more impressive, there was a point in our bout where-"
"Excuse me, yesterday?" Tsukuyomi asks, readiness in her posture, as if she were about to deliver a slash.
"Hm? Yes, yesterday. Takeru came to join at the tail end of our night run, taking on the course by his lonesome. And somehow emerging victorious," I note, arms folding again, a gentle shiver as the reminiscence envelops the back of my head.
"Why were we not notified of his departure from the medbay?" Shion asks, rhetorically perhaps, seething.
"Meiya-sama," Mion calls, giving a small bow, "how was Shirogane yesterday?"
"I do not know, we were not allowed to see him, sadly. The Instructor dismissed us before he left the simulator."
"…Is that so," all three of them say, almost in unison, their features distorting.
"Um, so you were not aware he had gone to train late at night?"
Tsukuyomi shakes her head, gradually traversing her hair with a hand, eyes squinted. "No, at all. I wonder, what has caused this turn of events? Meiya-sama, how was this performance of the cadet? You said he obtained victory on his own?"
"Oh, yes. You see, Takeru has some sort of… air jousting maneuver he likes much, and apparently is now trying to polish further," I say, tapping my chin, looking upwards. "During our bout he employed both versions of the maneuver, both the one where he soars high only to dive at high speeds as a hawk upon prey and the other where he forces his TSF to rotate and spin until a cyclone it turns into. I believe they are most reckless, yet I cannot deny their prowess in- Tsukuyomi?"
Gaping, rather, slack-jawed and unblinking, my retainer remains frozen in place. An eyelid twitches, another grave slamming falls upon the wood as she inhales sharply through clenched teeth. "Are you certain of this, Meiya-sama?"
"Yes, I was made into the recipient of such moves so believe me when I say so. My radar could not keep up with his movements, at all. You do seem… distressed. Was one of such moves what caused the accident, I assume?"
"…Forgive me, but I cannot comment on that subject," she says, sheathing her ire as she slowly exhales.
"Is that so, hmm. In any case, don't you notice something odd in Takeru's piloting, Tsukuyomi?"
She slowly raises a brow. "What are we speaking of? I do not follow. Concerned I am towards those… reckless line-piercing maneuvers, yes, but there is nothing odd to aggression," she affirms in contention, her composure not faltering a second time.
"Well, if I must say it so be it. Tsukuyomi, as I said before, I am certain that Takeru is a fellow of us. And not just a fellow Japanese and not a spy, but a member of our fellowship."
"…What? Excuse me, Meiya-sama," she starts, voice still composed unlike her hands, the minute crack in her features, "I know not what has you affirming such a thing, however-"
"Please, let us not waste time. I came here for a reason, and I have not yet had lunch. Tsukuyomi, Takeru employed the poem as we sparred."
Once again, her features extend and silence blooms. Looking behind me, I find both cousins also petrified where they stand.
"Uh… Is something the matter? Why are you all once more dead silent?"
"…Are you certain of this?" She asks, leveling a stare my way, piercing and imposing. I nod, her mouth slightly opens before she looks down, once more hanging a layer of quietness to the room. "…How?" She finally asks, and I tell them of that moment of the fight, their features tightening further as I do. "So he believes we see him as 'something' he is not… A curious choice of words."
"Well, perhaps he still thinks you hold some resentment over the matter with the blade, and he did mention the issues of his databases as well during morning," I nod, yet Tsukuyomi does not relax her stance.
"Not someone, but something," she repeats to herself, nodding. "And all the while, he kept employing these aggressive maneuvers?"
"Yes, and certainly you'd agree that they resemble the Mugen Kidou much?" She sighs heavily, finally nodding. "So, I am not demanding an answer or anything of the sort, however, is Takeru truly one of us?"
Throwing herself back onto the chair, making the frontal legs take to the air, she nods. "That is correct, yes."
"…And I suppose, Takeru was chosen to be trained under the Tsukuyomi House at one point? Which is why you've been trying to reach out to him repeatedly?"
"Sigh… This is all I'm willing to confirm on my end. The negotiations for the matter of the databases are still ongoing, and the cadet does not yet seem to recall what was of him fully, so please exert caution around him, Meiya-sama," she tells, forewarns with a glancing glare which assails me.
Yet I nod back, finally unchaining the restrain my breathing had been subjected to and inhaling calmly. He's one of us without a shred of doubt. I can't help to smile as I relax my shoulders onto my chair. He's an ally, he's my fellow. I've truly been blessed by the Heavens, to have you walk alongside me.
"So," Tsukuyomi continues, giving a smile, "can I ask of you to look after him?"
"But of course, leave it to me. I do wish to mend my mistake, and while there is some friction between us, I shan't turn a blind eye to my fellow's plight," I affirm, nodding back, beating a hand upon my heart. "Well, Mion and Shion will also remain close by, I assume?"
"Indeed, they will. However, they do not have the freedom to approach him to their leisure during a training, not without perhaps inciting an argument," she relents, resting onto the desk. "If you can mend this argument that ensued, please do stay on the lookout," I immediately nod, she smiles. "However, it is distressing to hear he reacted in such manner. Equally so for him to cling to the false belief that we desire him harm."
"It could be tied to how he still thinks retribution could fall upon him."
"Yet, we made it abundantly clear we do not wish to push for charges," Shion repines, arms folding, her legs hitting the wall.
"It is what it is," Tsukuyomi states, weaving strands. "At the very least, we know how he is as of now. On that regard, Meiya-sama, do you know of anything that might be placing burdens onto the cadet's shoulders?"
"No, not particularly. He has always been tasked with special missions, after all. Other than his constitution requiring time to stabilize, there isn't…"
…That woman. That Kagami, who he apparently is working with on his special missions.
"Meiya-sama?" Tsukuyomi inquires, interlocking her fingers.
"Ah… No, pay me no mind."
"What is the matter? Is there truly something we should concern ourselves with?"
Looking down, arms fold and compact upon myself as my breathing does. He did request of me not to bring this to light, however, I cannot deny that, if the woman went to awake him so early, she might be… taking advantage of his situation with the punishment.
"Ahem…" she again leans forward, gazing squarely at me, "it does seem that something is troubling you, Meiya-sama."
"…Even so, I believe I shouldn't speak of this."
"He was truly pained today!" Shion shouts suddenly, taking a step forward and not retreating upon Tsukuyomi's imposing glare. "And despite us being assigned as his security, that Instructor forbade us from approaching him only to then have him sent to some special assignment. Please Meiya-sama, if you know of something, anything, please tell us!"
"I also would like to ask you the same," Mion requests, walking to the other's side, the once shining veneer mauled at points. "Even if it's something he mentioned in passing, do not hold it in." They both bow and remain like so in silence, awaiting my words.
It brings a void into my stomach, a searing sensation to my palms. "…Rise, you… you shouldn't act like this." The ripples vanishing, the traces of shadows gone, I so request out of them and they easily return upwards, tension still reigning over their complexions. Tsukuyomi gestures for me to speak, resting her chin onto a hand. "What I am about to tell you is something Takeru himself asked me to keep a secret, and I expect you to also be bound by this. Promise you will not reveal this to anyone else unless necessary," she returns a nod, I cough and clear my throat. "Well… It seems Takeru has been tasked with aiding someone during his missions. I believe that might be taking its toll on him."
"…Is that someone Yashiro?" Mion asks.
"No, although, Yashiro should also work alongside this person if they're tied to his special assignments. I actually saw her for the first time this morning, but her name is Sumika Kagami."
"…Huh?" Tsukuyomi freezes once again, sending the tickle of the night's gust to my nape as her features contort, revealing quite the adusted gesture.
"Sumika… Kagami?" Mion repeats, holding her chin.
"Yes, that is her name. Takeru asked me to not mention her, so I will not say what little he told me about her. If you wish to know, speak of it with him."
"Meiya-sama… Could you describe what this woman looks like?" Shion asks, a small nod despite the tension also claiming her voice, once more seeming ready to begin a duel if so requested out of her.
"Let's see… She was almost as tall as him, she had long, vibrant red hair and a yellow ribbon. She seemed to be very emotionally unstable, however." Assuming she truly had no ulterior motives to place her hands onto him, and that there truly is nothing… odd going on here. Otherwise, well, any unpleasantries are undeserved at the moment.
Despite the silence that falls, my hands and legs move, to idle my thoughts as the cousins approach Tsukuyomi, whispering to one another, shrouding their faces as if traversing smoke. And yet, the largest source of heat in the room lurks within their eyes, kindling against which no wind can triumph.
"Ahem… Tsukuyomi, do you happen to know who this Kagami is?"
She coughs, waving at the cousins to return to their position, trying and failing to regain a neutral facade. "No, it is concerning to hear of a new face being around the cadet, is all."
"…I see." So she cannot tell me, for whatever reason. Pressuring would not be wise. "Anyways, please do not speak of her carelessly. Takeru grew upset when I, well, confronted him about who she was."
"Did he, now," she again rests fully onto the chair, swaying the frontal legs in the air, igniting further blazing. "In any case, thank you kindly for this intel, Meiya-sama."
"No, it is what I should do. After all… It was my miss what had him exhaust himself once again."
"Simply remain composed and stalwart," she advises, nodding my way, restoring a faint smile. "If he sees your honesty, Shirogane will answer to the gesture."
"I so hope. Sigh… Even if I cannot measure up to her, I am still a fellow of him so I shall aid him in whatever I can." If he can find the temperance to yet again forgive my words, even if this time it does not come as easily as before, then there is so much for us to talk about. His views of a warrior, these odd maneuvers, and… how should we proceed going forward. A-Assuming he still desires to share with me whatever it is he had with that woman, that is. Certainly, he's merely talking of being true fellows instead of mere squadmates. Yes, that must-
"Might I ask who are you speaking of when referring to 'her'?" Tsukuyomi asks, raising a brow, still swaying gently the chair in the air.
"Oh, right. I have not yet told you, have I? You see, Takeru mentioned a name after the bout, in whispers and pieces. All we spoke of makes me believe this Yohime is who bestowed upon him the-"
"What did you just-" Tsukuyomi's sudden shout is halted, she yelps as the chair tilts backwards and she falls alongside it.
"Tsukuyomi, are you alright?" I rise to my feet, extending a hand. It has been quite many moons since I've seen her fall on her own in such a manner.
Yet, I twitch and solidify upon her stare, upon the binding clasp her hands place over my shoulder the instant she regains footing. Placing her face mere inches from mine, leaving me no respite from the slaying glare. "Meiya-sama, did I heard that right? Did you just say 'Yohime'?"
"Ah, yes. Takeru mentioned that name, sounding hurt as he did so. I assume, this woman is who bequeathed upon him the Minaru Kamui?"
"There is no mistake? You are certain you've heard that name?!" She presses, fingertips delving onto my shoulders.
"W-What is it, Tsukuyomi? I would not lie to you. It is true he was whispering yet I clearly heard him apologize to this 'Yohime-san' back then," I state, holding my breath and her stare firmly, undaunted upon the incoming pressure.
Her features slowly, gradually relax into truest befuddlement as I've never seen in her before, lips parting and moving yet saying nothing, moving back, resting onto the desk while clutching her forehead. Both cousins are also flabbergasted, Shion is pinching and pulling at her cheek, enough for redness to come forth, whereas Mion is also idling a hand onto her hair.
"Um… I assume you know who this Yohime was?"
"…You are one hundred percent certain that is what you heard, Meiya-sama?"
"Yes, absolutely. Was she who gave him the Minaru Kamui?"
"My apologies, I… I cannot disclose this to you," she hastily bows down.
"Huh? Why can you not? I already know of the blade, and I shan't divulge any sensitive intel to him if that is what you're concerned about."
"You'll have to forgive me, but I cannot-"
"I've come here on my own accord, ignoring a warning from the Instructor for the sake of my fellow. I've broken my orders, giving you intel I should've withdrawn, for Takeru's sake, so that we can aid him brave through these rumors, so that you know he is no spy. While I won't press further if you truly deem it a secret, I would like you to be honest with me, Tsukuyomi. Who was that Yohime?"
She holds my gaze, folding her arms. "…I suppose, you are already old enough for this topic," she weaves through her hair, placing the chair back to its proper position, both of us sit again.
"So, Takeru seems truly fond of this Yohime. She was who bequeathed him the Minaru Kamui?"
"Their… relation is far closer than that, I'm afraid."
"…Pardon?"
"Please, remain composed. Meiya-sama, what I am about to tell you is, perhaps, enough to grant me a reprimand if you mismanage this intel. You cannot reveal this to anyone, not even under orders. Are we clear?" I gulp, taming the minimal shaking that comes forth, nodding. "Well then," her expression falls, both hands overlay atop her lap, "Yohime Amato was a rather distinguished member of our fellowship, favored by many due to her amicable and composed way of being."
"A High Shinpan, huh," I nod, licking my lips. So I was right, she was truly a high fellow. And yet, despite the reverence Tsukuyomi is giving to her memory, her way of the warrior, the one Takeru follows, differs from ours.
"Indeed. However, Yohime-sama did not meet Shirogane while being a Shinpan."
"Hm? Was she sent as a liaison to the UN?"
"No, they did not meet while in America."
"Huh? However, how did they?"
"You see… Despite some initial friction due to certain concerns over the structure of the fellowship, of the balance of power between all Shinpan Houses, Yohime-sama was bequeathed a most graceful reward for her initial spoils and affable personality…" her hands shake, lips regress. When she looks up, there is no retainer, no Imperial Guard. Only the wounded gaze of the Tsukuyomi I met all those years ago as dampness claims her sight and she sighs shallowly. "She was one chosen by Takahisa Koubuin to be his lady wife."
"…W-What? But… that means…" I gape, out of air, ears ring as she nods back at me.
"It is as you think. Yohime-sama was your mother."
…
What?
My mother?
"She was very much like you," she tells, smiling in earnest, imitating the sun, "kindhearted and good-natured, perhaps to a fault. However, I do admit you are far easier to deal with than her."
"Huh? Was she, um," I grip at my pants, a subtle shaking on my whole body, unable to look up, "as resolute as me?"
"Sigh… No, you do listen to others. There was no dissuading Yohime-sama once she made up her mind, and she was more overwhelming in forwarding her ideas. Still, you do share a striking resemblance to her. Namely, the eyes."
"My eyes?"
"Indeed. That sweetness is hers, no doubt."
"…I see. My mother… Was she also a warrior?"
She shakes her head, sighing. "No, Yohime-sama's greatest weapon were her words, not her proficiency with a blade. Meeting a certain stubborn boy who did all he could to have his way only made her verbal proficiency all the more fearsome, as she had a rival who would not relent due to her station."
"…Takeru, I assume?"
"Yes. Surely you can guess how… persuasive he could be when motivated. It was like watching two typhoons meet, their small arguments and debates," she chuckles, coiling a strand of hair, looking at a side, at nowhere while smiling. "You also possess that ability, even if you've inherited Takahisa-sama's fierce prowess with a sword far more strongly."
"Is that so… So that's who she was," I say, sniffing, wiping a lone tear which was not strong enough to depart on its own. Compacting myself, feeling feathers tickling my sides, arms, and chin, all I can do, to avoid breaking my mask, is close my eyes and let the feeling course through me for as long as it'll last.
Now, this has imparted a new shade of clarity upon his resolve. If he learned under Mother, obvious it is he would remain steadfast in his resolve to the bitter end. Perhaps, she had her own opinions as someone who did not employ blades as her main weapon. To learn her name and who she was, when I had given up on ever knowing if she still yet lived or anything about her identity. This is nothing but a blessing, and all thanks to my fateful meeting with Takeru. And to think you'd value her to such lengths, wishing to… to share that with me as well.
I cannot fault you, Takeru. I would… I would most certainly stain my hands if only for a few minutes to talk, to show them who I've become. I wonder, what would she think of me? Takeru grew most adusted, perhaps she'd shake her head at my obstinacy, at my lacking conversational skill to sail our debate to calmer waters. Mother… so I have your eyes, huh. To think I would be blessed to such lengths, to be paired with a fellow who you watched over, who learned under you, who you bestowed one of our bla-
…
Wait a moment.
Tsukuyomi has confirmed Mother was who Takeru spoke about, thus it stands to reason she was who presented the blade to him, well, or had ensured her own was delivered to his hands.
Since they held debates often, it stands to reason she would be the one who also taught Takeru about the handguard tradition.
Obviously, she also must have been who authorized him to be trained in the Mugen Kidou.
Also, it is clear how much he cherishes her, with how he wept at the island, his tone as we battled and after it.
And he did say he desired to 'share' something with me, and that I was truly similar to who the blade had belonged to.
So then, that means…
Takeru was besotted with my Mother?!
"Meiya-sama, what is the matter?" Tsukuyomi inquires, staring.
"A-Ah, no, nothing. Ahem… Could you tell me what kind… relationship Takeru had with my Mother?"
"…I'm afraid I cannot give you the specifics," she gives a small bow.
"Excuse me?" What does that mean? Why- Why would you not be able to?
"What we can tell you, however," Shion says with a gentle smile, pointing a finger up, "is that he truly loved Yohime-sama."
"…Come again?"
"Indeed," Mion nods, also giving a relaxed gesture, "we can confirm that Shirogane was truly fond of her."
"…Is that so."
"In a way," Tsukuyomi begins, looking elsewhere, sighing despite the small smile which does not sink, "one could say Yohime-sama was like a second mother to him at one point."
"…Oh. Oh… I see, of course. Ahahaha… O-Of course that's what it was," I nod, folding my arms, chuckling erratically. "Of course, as if such an age gap would have ever worked."
"What? Meiya-sama, are you-" She frowns, it makes me twitch. "You surely were not thinking what I believe you were?"
"M-My apologies! I jumped to conclusions!" I admit while fumbling my hands in defense, pointlessly trying to defuse the incoming blast of admonishment. "You see Tsukuyomi, Takeru did sound truly fond of who had given him the blade, and he even said he desired to share with me what he had with the previous holder… and considering he knows of the handguard tradition, well, I-"
"…Wait, so, it wasn't an accidental slip?" She asks, leaning forward.
"No, it did not seem so? I believe he knew who he was talking about as he, well, whispered hurtfully. He did play dumb as we exited the sim, however." How rude of you, Takeru. Yet it is obvious he would remain quiet, I am not officially a- Wait a moment. "If he remembers who Mother is… Does that mean he regained his lost memories?" I ask, and their features tense and grow grim, clouding over despite the closed-off nature of the room.
"…You are certain you did not misheard his intent?" She asks once again.
"No, I am certain. And in the event that I did, that does not change that he mentioned her name. Takeru… Takeru remembers something about Mother, however small it may be."
"I see… Sigh. Thank you kindly, Meiya-sama," Tsukuyomi gives a full bow, the cousins follow suit. "You truly have no idea how precious this intel is for us."
"No, it is nothing. I… You've given me an equally precious bit of knowledge in exchange," I smile, sighing, feeling light and about to fly. She returns the gesture, relaxing for a moment. "That being said, Tsukuyomi," I lean closer, holding her gaze, sharpening mine own," I understand the secrecy required, however, could you tell me who Takeru was before losing his memory? I assume you know, all things considered. If Mother is no more, and I assume she perished in the Empire, who was Takeru referring to? Did he obtain the Minaru Kamui here or in America?" Because that, well, changes much in those words, in whatever… relationship he desired to have with me. N-Not that I would refuse a good rivalry as a fellow, of course, but well…
She closes her eyes, heaving a sight, resting an arm onto her desk. "I'm afraid I cannot tell you. If you were to slip up, he may end up having another painful surge of memories. We must be careful about this for his mental health. So don't mention the Guard or Yohime-sama's name to him at all, let Shirogane remember on his own and then he himself shall tell you who he is."
And thus, once more we remain silent, holding each other's gaze. The stoic features, the perfect and imposing complexion of the statue reveal a wince engraved deep as she sighs from the pit upon my unrelenting stare.
"…I suppose I could tell you just a few details," she relents in a whisper, embracing her own stomach. "But under no circumstances you are to tell him of this, are we clear?" She asks, a minimal squint of her eyes, her breath captive. I do not think I've seen her this concerned over anyone except me or Sister.
"Understood. I shall keep this to myself," I give her a nod, clenching my fists in anticipation, bringing my chair slightly closer.
"First, his father was inducted into the Guard when he was little..." She proceeds to tell me of how he lost his mother and how, due to his position in the Guard, his father couldn't go to take care of him. She refused to tell me where his father was stationed, however. "And as it were, as you guessed, he was chosen to be trained under my House's care. Before he lost his memories… Takeru Shirogane was inducted into the Royal Guard."
"Eh?! Takeru is… Takeru is a Royal Guard?!" My mouth remains hanging wide open as I felt a shiver down my spine. He's… already a member of the Guard?!
"In training. Just like you," Tsukuyomi says in a firm tone as she sends a strong gaze at me.
So we're the same? We're both apprentices? You and me, it's as if we were fated to be together. For our paths to have crossed like this, two fellow apprentices in the UN. Sigh… I only hope it is not yet too late to salvage our bond, Takeru.
"So then, do you know when was he given the Minaru Kamui?"
"Sadly, I cannot speak on the matter," she affirms, holding my stare, shrugging it off.
"I see… Well, worry not, Tsukuyomi. I shall do what I can to support Takeru from my position," I nod, firmly, fully returning her gaze.
She smiles, in earnest. "Thank you, please do be patient with him. "So then," Tsukuyomi gazes at me, the hold of her interlocked fingers faltering, "was there anything else Shirogane mentioned that you believe is worth our consideration?"
"Hmm… I believe there isn't- No, wait a moment," I cover my mouth, furrowing my brows.
"What is it?" She asks, gulping and tensing her posture.
"Well, I do not wish to cause you any alarm, but there is one small matter that has been bothering me since a few days ago, actually," I admit, sighing, ruffling my hair in an attempt to rid my head of this numbness. She nods, business face restored, the cousins also listening intently. "You see, during the visit of the Undersecretary's retinue, one of my squadmates mentioned something regarding Takeru, something everyone refused to answer for some odd reason."
"What is this about? Something related to his special missions?" Tsukuyomi inquires, leaning forward, eyes sharpening.
"It very well might be, I assume. As the Undersecretary joked about, one of my comrades said that another was jealous due to being unable to have a taste of Takeru's 'special milk'."
"…Pardon?" She asks, gaping, eyes gradually widening.
"Indeed, so they said. Takeru seemed to know what they were referring to, due to his reaction," I note, groaning as I recall, lightly hitting the floor with my heels. "Then, when I requested him to spare me a cup of his milk, he vehemently refused me."
"Meiya-sama, you did what?" Shion asks, face flushing for some reason.
"What? I am most curious as of what this is about, of course. While I shan't complain about it, the synth menu is lacking in taste. So I wonder how good does Takeru's milk tastes, so I asked some as politely as possible yet he refused time and again."
"M-Meiya-sama, I do not think you should be asking for such things," Mion says, covering her face with a hand, breathing shallow.
"Whyever not? Milk is a spectacular source of vitamins, especially calcium. Having proper dairy elements in one's diet is of paramount importance, so of course I'd welcome the chance to have a sip of Takeru's milk, if he ever allows me."
"You…" Tsukuyomi slowly stands. Her eyes are twitching, hands shake as if choking a chain, simply staring is enough to make my gaze desire to flee as if a blazing oven she had become. "You young miss won't utter any such vulgarities anymore!"
"Wh- But I'm only-"
"No excuses! Meiya-sama, I forbid you from bringing this up ever again!"
"Why?! Why does everyone want to keep me away from this? Tsukuyomi… you wouldn't be planning to keep this milk all to yourself, would you?" I inquire, casting a side glance, a strike in caution.
She gapes, fingers move erratically like a madman's piano. Face flushing into a red more radical than her attire, I can only shiver at the frown she endows, the overheat which upon my figure towers.
"You shut your mouth!" She scolds, smacking the desk repeatedly. "I don't recall raising you in this way, miss. Since when do you go spouting such unproper words in the open?!"
"Unproper? Wait, were not talking of actual milk?" I raise a brow, tilt my head.
She stalls a reaction, then facepalms. "What- But- In any case! You are forbidden from speaking of this matter again!" She affirms, waving a finger at my face.
"I kept my end of the deal, I've revealed all I could," returning her glare, I hold the silence at bay despite the coldness that embraces my soles. "What is this special milk supposed to be and why does everyone want to keep me out of the loop?"
"Sigh… I suppose, this is my own fault for never having taught you of such topics," she laments, pinching her nose, sighing heavily once more, shoulders sagging like elevations of sand upon high current. Tsukuyomi huddles closer until our shoulders touch, shielding her lips with a hand. "Listen well, Meiya-sama. The, ahem, milk you were speaking of is actually…"
…
She leaves my side, sighing. "And as such, you should not mention such vulgarity ever again. Not even as a jest."
So you're telling me…
"Regardless, if anything odd occurs with Shirogane-"
I openly requested Takeru to… to let me have a taste of his…
Lips curl in, thighs meet, hands grip and crush my uniform, foggy echoes surround me.
That embrace, that odd vision in the sim room.
A ruined house with a Gekishin collapsed nearby.
A warm hold on my hand, which then envelopes my shoulders.
Gentle tickling on my ear, the view above the hill as the celestial offerings remain on full display.
"Come on, say 'Aahn'," Takeru requests, pointing a fork at me with some food on it. "What is it, Meiya-kun? If this octopus sausage isn't fitting to your palate…" he smirks, waving both brows up and down a few times, "I can offer you another type of 'sausage'."
W-What? Why would- This… Ugh… Mmh…
The breeze hits my body, tickling it all as my hair loosely falls. A fingertip, two, three, they draw circles on my nape, another hand pokes at my navel. Looking into his eyes, leaning in, my lips part… and meet his for a moment. Only a moment, as he rolls on the grass to face me, hold my right hand tenderly as if lifting an infant.
And under the starry skyline…
T-Takeru, stop… Why am I thinking of… doing such depraved things in the open of all places… while I'm in Tsukuyomi's presence… My breathing halts, legs mold, melt unto one another, it is as if I were surrounded in lukewarm steam, this ticklish feeling that refuses to surrender its grip on my insides.
He plants a kiss onto my fingers, eyes lingering on mine, causing a rebellion within my heartbeats. "This is all I am, Meiya. All I can be. I know it might not be enough to appease 1st Lt Tsukuyomi or whatever ties you have with the IRG but… Would you give me the pleasure of being my wi-"
SLUMP!
THWACK!
"M-Meiya-sama?! Meiya-sama, please open your eyes! Can you hear me? What is- S-She's burning! You two, bring me a medpack!"
A/N: For further reference on how ESPers are treated within the Reversal timeline, you can go read the sidestory Eclipse Chaser.
Now, with this chapter's events we're both on track with the Komoro arc and the issues from before the rewrite. I took some liberties to try and lighten up the mood compared to the usual doom and gloom of the fic, and also to set up the rest of the arc accordingly. I don't know if the last bit works as intended, but I just rolled with it and all be damned. Silly misunderstandings aside, I hope the duality of Meiya's choice and why I'm pressing her so much on her 'resolve' is apparent now. Let's just say that a certain aspect of TDA really stroke a wrong chord in a personal level, due to a character that is absent in it that we know is in the other possible Meiya ending. And if Resonative proves me wrong, glad I made this an AU and the Mad Dog can rail me if I'm wrong about it.
Anyways, this was all for now. Thanks for reading. Stay safe.
Zuoriel