Yosh, here's the new chapter, within the week as promised! And damn, do I love the third season...
Warning: Kira's language, Kira's drama and Kira's suspicions.
Enjoy!
The exams were over. All in all, only four students failed to pass the physical test. No one had been truly injured saved for Izuku and Katsuki, who bravely fought against All Might and somehow managed to work together long enough for them to pass. They were instantly brought to the infirmary, and Kira wasted no time in going after them once the day ended.
When she arrived, it was only to find Katsuki unconscious, and Izuku mulling over their exam in the bed next to him. His muttering was an habit she had grown used to, but she couldn't find it in herself to smile.
Honestly, she found things kind of awkward now, and it hurt a little.
Why did I let things go this way? Why couldn't I see how much he, and everyone, meant to me… before I pushed them away?
"K-Kicchan!" he startled, finally noticing her.
"Hey… You said you wanted to talk, right?" She scratched the back of her head, a little nervous. "We can do that once you feel better, though-"
"No!" She jumped at his exclamation, and he reddened a little. "I-I mean… no. Let's talk. Now."
"… okay."
Twisting her hands to try and get rid fo the nervous sweat, she sat on the stool next to her friend's bed, her back turned to the still unconscious Katsuki.
She took a deep breath.
"Izuku-"
"Kicchan-"
They stopped, surprised. Then, a small laugh escaped her despite all, and the boy seemed to relax too.
"Before you say anything, Izuku… I'd like to tell you something first," she admitted, lowering her gaze. He kept silent, accepting her request. "Truth is… I'm sorry. For everything. I've realized that how I've been acting ever since the USJ incident wasn't okay. Not for you, nor for everyone else. I-I started thinking that everything that happened was my fault, that I needed to get stronger so that I could protect you, that I couldn't afford slacking off… I became obsessed with my training, tossing you and the others aside as if you were some- some background characters, or something. And I- I'm so sorry, Izuku! I know you were worried, I know you were trying, but I just couldn't see it and kept hurting you guys with my attitude and I know that this isn't how friends should act with each other and- and…" She closed her eyes, taking a few breaths, blinking back frustrated tears. "I was so scared, Izuku… That I'd loose you… That everyone would be hurt… I never- I never realized how much efforts everyone was making, never realized that this… This wasn't my burden only to bear… I'm so sorry…"
There was a moment of silence. Then, she snapped her eyes open, surprised, as Izuku grabbed her hands. Looking up at him, she met the eyes of the boy.
They held a strong, unwavering determination.
"Kira." She felt her throat go dry. "I'm the one who's sorry. I never realized until now how your feelings. Even though I'm your best friend, I let you deal alone with your demons, and never actually tried to get passed the walls that were slowly building up between us. With the Hero Killer…" They both tensed a little at the memory. "When we fought him, and when you acted rashly, and then I scolded you… Only then did I realize how much things had changed in the passed three months, how much I screwed up."
"You didn't-"
"I should have been there for you!" He looked almost in pain, and she fell silent, unsure of what to do or say. "I should… I should have been there… There to train with you, there to speak with you, there to laugh with you… I left you alone, failed to see how scared you were… and for that I'm sorry. Please… please, forgive me!"
Unable to stop herself, she latched her arms around him. He instantly answered to the hug despite his injuries. Ever since he met her, Kira had been a very open girl, she liked to hug people a lot. Since the USJ attack, though, she started to loose that little spark in her eyes, the one that made her who she was, until it vanished completely.
When she pulled away, relief swelled in his heart.
The spark was back.
"There's nothing to forgive, Izuku," she assured firmly. "We… we were both idiots. But you're my best friend, and even best friends can have difficulties. We'll work it out, okay? I'll make it up to you, and to everyone. I swear I will."
"I know." He couldn't help but smile a little. "And if you have trouble, then we're all going to help you, even if you curse up a storm and try to get rid of us."
She slapped his back, laughing. "That's the spirit!"
Her laughter instantly stopped as the poor boy collapsed on his bed, his injuries acting up.
"Ah, shit, shit, shit! I'm so sorry, I forgot! Shit, err, breath! Don't move! I'll- I'll find someone or-"
"K-Kicchan…" He grunted, unable to move any more. "I'm fine… Just n-need some… some rest…"
"R-right… I'll just... Go back, or something. Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"
"Y-yeah."
Somewhat sheepish –though she did felt like he deserved it a little, what with how reckless himself had acted during his exam-, she headed for the door. As she stepped out, though, she looked back to her friend. His back was turned to her, and he was paralyzed by pain.
"Izuku?"
"W-what…?"
A soft smile graced her lips. "Thank you."
She left before he could reply.
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Unbeknownst to them, Katsuki kept on staring outside, deep in thoughts.
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Location unknown
Time unknown
"Kurogiri, get rid of these guys." Shigaraki Tomura lifted an hand at the two annoying extras that just entered his hideout. "Everything I hate came together in one set. A brat, and a rude guy."
"Now, now…" The Warp Quirk user tried to temper him. "They came all this way to visit, so let's at least hear them out, Shigaraki Tomura."
"Besides, I'm the one who scouted them out in the first place," added Hagane, rolling his eyes. "Giran's the one who brought them, sure, but he's working for me and remember that I only tolerate amazing underlings."
"You're too kind, Boss," drawled the big shot broker. "Though I couldn't care less about praises. You have my money?"
"As always." The black-haired man threw a suitcase at him, which he caught easily. Hagane then rose to his feet to go and stand behind the two newcomers. "Let me do the introductions! First, we have one of the cutest high school girls! The media tried to keep her existence as quiet as possible, but she's no the run as the suspect in a series of deaths by blood loss."
"I'm Toga! Toga Himiko!" the girl beamed. "It's hard to live! I want the world to become an easier place to live in! I want to become Mr. Stainy! I want to kill Mr. Stainy! So let me join the League of Villains, Tomura!"
"Isn't she adorable~?" grinned Hagane, ruffling her hair.
"I don't get it. Is she crazy?" muttered Shigaraki.
"Who cares? We're all insane anyway," snorted the masked Villain. He then moved to the other one, patting his shoulder. "He hasn't committed any flashy crime yet, but he's pretty much following the Hero Killer's philosophy. Also, I got his file amongst the many I've already stolen, and he's gonna be a great asset."
"I'm uncertain about this," however replied the scarred man. "Does this organization really have a just cause? Don't tell me you're going to let this crazy girl in."
"Oi, you," grunted the boss. "You can't even do what that crazy girl was able to do. Give your name, first. You're an adult, right?"
"I currently go by Dabi," sighed the scarred man.
"That's not I want to know!" Shigaraki was growing impatient. "What you're real name?"
"I'll tell you when it's time. Anyhow, I will carry out the will of the Hero Killer."
"You don't have to say what you haven't been asked," muttered the white-haired psycho, roughly scratching his neck. "Jeez, everyone's so hung up about Stain, Stain, Stain… I don't like it. I don't feel good. You're all no good!"
Hagane sighed heavily as the boss of the League of Villains moved to kill the two he had Giran bring over. These two were exactly what Shigaraki needed, even though the man-still-boy couldn't see it yet.
So impatient…
He didn't lift a finger as the three attacked. Their arms were however diverted in all directions thanks to Kurogiri's oh-so-useful Quirk.
"You must calm down, Shigaraki Tomura!" he warned. "If what you wish is to come to pass, then we must increase the organization's numbers. Strangely enough, we're in the spotlight right now, so now is our chance. We should not be rejecting them, we should be receiving them."
"Shut up!"
Freeing himself, Shigaraki shoved the other two aside to reach the door, which he promptly slammed behind him.
"Still growing, eh…?" muttered Hagane, going over to the bar to get a drink. He glanced at the two newcomers. "You two can hang around for a few days, right? Shigaraki's decision will more than likely be in your favor, once he's done thinking."
"Tche, whatever," muttered Debi.
"You sure brought us to a fun place, ne, Hagane?" giggled Toga. "I thought he was going to kill us!"
"Don't worry, Toga-chan, you'll like it here!" he assured, drinking his cup of sake in one gulp. He then slammed it on the counter, a smirk growing on his face. "I'll even bring in a special someone… I'm sure you'll love her."
"Ooh, I can't wait!"
"Hagane." Kurogiri tilted his head to the masked man. "Is it finally time to bring her to our side?"
"Soon, Kurogiri." He smirk widened in anticipation. "Soon enough."
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The next morning
U.A. High
"E-everyone… I'm looking f-forward… to hearing y-your stories…about training camp…" cried Ashido.
"W-we don't know for sure yet!" protested Izuku. "There might be a last minute twist!"
"Stop it, Midoriya," sighed Sero, shaking his head. "If you say it out loud, it'll probably jinx it."
"If we failed the exams, then we'd have to skip training camp and be in summer school hell," recalled Kaminari with a dark cloud over his head. "And since we didn't pass the practical exam… If you guys still don't get it, then you're dumber than monkeys!"
"Calm down. That's too harsh," scolded Sero. "I don't know either. Our team passed thanks to Mineta, but I was just sleeping the whole time. Anyway, since we don't know how they're scoring it-"
The door slid open harshly, startling all of the students. They relaxed when realizing it was merely Kira, who was a little out of breath and as disheveled as ever.
"I-I made it!" she gasped, somewhat in disbelief. She then pumped her fist in the air. "Yosh! This is going to be a great day! You guys ready for the training camp?"
Instantly, Ashido, Kaminari, Kirishima and Sato slumped father into the doom-and-gloom corner. She cringed, realizing her mistake.
"My bad..."
As the blond boy cursed and started bawling his eyes out again, the ginger glanced at Izuku. Noticing her gaze, he smiled her way and offered a thumbs up. Feeling a little more confident in herself, she nodded, before facing all of her classmates once again.
"Everyone!" she called, easily gaining their attention. Once she was certain they were listening… she bowed deeply. An heavy, confused silence followed. "I wish to offer to all of you… my deepest, sincerest apologies."
"W-wait, you don't have to go that far," sweatdropped Kaminari, stopping his whining, thinking she was talking about her earlier comment about training camp.
"For the passed three months, I've been pushing all of you away," she pursued, still bending to the waist. "I've ignored your preoccupations, tossed aside your feelings, and failed to see just how much my attitude has been worrying you. I know you were doing your best to support me, yet I still rejected all of your efforts. And for that, I'm… truly, deeply sorry. Please, forgive me! I swear to do better from now on!"
Silence fell on the group once again. The ginger didn't straighten up.
Then, there was a light tap on her head, forcing her to look up in surprise.
"Dummy." Uraraka smiled at her. "Learn to rely on us a little!"
"I- I will!" assured the ginger, bowing her head again. "I swear I will!"
And then, she straightened fully, and beamed at them. The smile was a big, genuine one, the type that she used to offer to everyone for any reason, the type that had slowly gone missing as the days passed by, the type they hadn't seen in a long, long while.
It was… refreshing. Relieving, too.
Kirishima punched her shoulder, before slinging an arm around her neck and roughly rubbing his fist against her head. "It's good to have you back, Red One!"
"E-Eijiro!" she protested, struggling to free herself. "Stop it! Let me go! Don't- leave my hair alone, damn it!"
"No! Take it as your punishment! Muahaha!"
"Damn it! Eijiro!"
"Shut up already!" snapped Katsuki, growing more than annoyed. "You're so fucking annoying!"
The girl instantly shoved Kirishima off of her, heading straight for the bomber while cracking her knuckles.
"Fuck off, Spikey!"
"Ya wanna fight, Carrot!?"
"Bring it on!"
"NO FIGHTING AMONGST THE STUDENTS!" intervened Iida.
"Well, I guess things are back to normal," sweatdropped Yaoyorozu.
Kicchan… Izuku smiled as he watched his friend being held back by both Kirishima and Kaminari while Iida handled Katsuki. Welcome back.
The door suddenly slid open again. Instantly, all of the students returned to their seat as Aizawa-sensei walked in.
"Morning," he greeted, as flatly as ever. "Unfortunately, there are those who did not pass the final exams. Accordingly, for the training camp in the woods… everyone's going!"
Everyone's eyes widened as the four students in question slumped in relief.
"We can go too!?" exclaimed the redhead.
"Really!?" gasped Ashido, tears in her eyes.
"Aa. Some failed, but no one failed the written exam," remarked their teacher. "In the practical, Kirishima, Kaminari, Ashido, Sato, and Sero failed. For this time's exams, we on the Villain side made sure to leave a way for the students to win while watching to see how you all would take on the task at hand. If we hadn't, most of you would've gotten stuck before you started."
"So when you said you were really out to crush us…" Ojiro trailed off.
"That was to make you feel cornered," simply stated the Hero. "In the first place, the training camp in the woods is one to increase strength. So, those who failed need it the most. They have to get stronger. It was a rational falsehood!"
Kira sighed a little, relieved everyone would get to go after all, while Iida spouted something about them loosing their faith in their teacher, who then took the time to explain that failure was still failure and the five he named earlier would all get extra classes despite the training camp.
It did put a damp on their mood but hey, they were still going, right?
This is going to be awesome, I can tell, mused the ginger.
As their teacher started the usual lesson, she opened her bag to grab her pencil case… and found her cat.
"Deku! I told you to stop doing that!" she whispered angrily to him.
He meowed in answer, licking her fingers.
The noise echoed in the whole class.
"Suttoki…" sighed Aizawa-sensei as the rest of her classmates did their best to muffle their smiles or laughter. He shook his head. "You know what? I don't care. Just make that cat your sidekick or something already."
He then returned to his lesson. She gaped, then snorted. Placing Deku on her lap, she then pulled out what she needed from her bag, and started taking her notes.
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"Well, in any case, I'm glad we can all go together," remarked Ojiro.
School was over for the day, and everyone was now looking over the schedule for the training camp that had been handed over earlier in the day.
"A week of training camp, uh?" mused Iida.
"We'll have to bring a lot with us," added thoughtfully Izuku.
"I'm missing most of what's on the list…" Kaminari scratched the back of his head. "I'll have to buy a bunch of stuff."
"Oh, I know!" exclaimed Ashido, raising her hand high in the air. "Since we have the day off tomorrow and we just finished our exams, why doesn't Class A all go shopping together?"
"That's a great idea!" exclaimed the blond. "Wouldn't that be the first time we all hung out together?"
"Oi, Bakugo! You're coming too?" wondered Kirishima as the boy in questioned walked away.
"Like I'd do something so irritating," retorted the bomber.
"Will you come too, Shoto?" inquired Kira, curious.
"I go visit my mom on our days off," answered the dual-haired boy. He then raised an eyebrow in mild wonder. "'Too'? Have you received permission from the teachers to leave the school grounds?"
At the question, most students look over at the ginger, who simply grinned proudly and placed her hands on her hips, striking a pose.
"Nope! I'll be sneaking out!" she announced confidently.
"That won't be necessary, Suttoki."
The girl froze in place as Aizawa-sensei walked back in. He went over to her, hit her over the head with his book, before going to grab the sleeping bag under his desk and heading out again.
The fiery girl rubbed the sore spot, glaring a little. "W-what do you mean by that, Aizawa-sensei?"
"You can go if you want," he replied without a care in the world. "It's not like you're on house arrest or anything. Oh, and if you're thinking on sneaking out… don't go shouting your head off about it."
"Ah ah, I'll do that… But thanks, Aizawa-sensei!"
He didn't answer, the door closing behind him. Heaving out a sigh of relief, the teen's eyes the widened, and she turned to Todoroki, gaping. He simply nodded in confirmation, a small smile on his lips.
"Yoo-hoo!" she cheered, sparks flying around her. "I can go! This is awesome!"
Her friends simply laughed at her cheerfulness as she went around, hugging everyone and/or bumping fists with them.
Kira hadn't felt this happy in a long, long while.
It's good to be back.
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"Here we are~! With the most stores in the prefecture, the newest and coolest, most advanced… Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall!" exclaimed Ashido.
Izuku instantly started muttering about the incredible things that could be found to fit each and every Quirk one could imagine. As for Kira, she was jumping in place, impatient to get going. When was the last time she went shopping? She couldn't really remember.
In fact, she couldn't remember when was the last time she did anything other than training.
"Oh, aren't those U.A. students!?"
"First years?"
"I saw them on TV!"
"Sports Festival! Yay!"
"Oh, there are still people who remember that," Uraraka blanched a little, somewhat embarrassed.
"Hey, Red One, you alright?" Kirishima wondered, seeing the girl shifting from one foot to another.
"I'm excited!" replied the teen, eyes literally sparkling. "It feels like I'm breathing for the first time in years! THIS IS AMAZING!"
"Right, right," he chuckled, sweatdropping a little. As the girl started gushing about the fountain near, he called the rest of the class over. "Okay! Everyone has different things they want to do, so why don't we decide on a time to meet back up?"
"I agree!" cheered Ashido.
"Then let's meet back here at three o'clock!"
"OKAY!"
"Hey, Kira!" called Kaminari, tapping her on the shoulder. "Come on! You needed new shoes, right? It's this way."
"Right!"
A bounce in her step, she followed the blond, along with Jiro, Ashido and Iida, who all needed to buy shoes too. She had her own, of course, but she'd rather have something more suited for training in the woods.
"Kira-san, if you do not mind me asking…" She slowed down a bit so that Iida could fall in step with her. "Why is that you are so excited? After all, it is but a trip to the mall. Could it be because you've been feeling trapped, back in school?"
"Actually…" She thought it over for a second. "Well, that's part of it. I never really felt trapped or anything, though. I mean, it's not like I actually ever wanted to go out, you know? I mean, what would I be doing?" She laughed a little. "It's just… I've been really focused on my training for the passed years in general, and I guess that I've just… lost the habit of doing something as trivial as going out for fun, you know? Seriously, I haven't seen a mall in ages."
"…" Iida lowered his head for a moment, before anime tears started falling down his cheeks. "I ADMIRE YOUR DEDICATION, KIRA-SAN! IT TRULY IS BEFITTING OF A TRUE HERO!"
"Maa, maa, don't push it either…" She chuckled a little.
"Kira, what do you do when you're not training?" then wondered Jiro, joining in on the conversation.
"That's the point! I'm just… I'm never not training, you know?" She rubbed the back of her head as Iida suddenly quieted down after hearing her. "I've become obsessed with training… forgetting about what life was about in the first place… Working for your dreams to come true is all well and good, but you can't just pass on opportunities because of what you're aiming for, right? Plus…" The ginger looked down at her hands for a moment. They were still bandaged up to cover the scars, but she could still feel each and every one of them. "I've been aiming to become stronger so that I could fight back against Villains and save everyone. But how… how can I save everyone, if I can't even save myself?"
They stopped walking. Her friends stared at her, more serious. She simply looked back at them, awaiting their thoughts.
Then, Kaminari whacked her behind the head.
"Ow!" She glared at him. "What was that for!?"
"For being a complete idiot!" he countered. "We can fight too, remember? Stop worrying so much!"
"I-I know! It's just… Ugh, fine," she gave in. "I was a complete idiot. Happy now?"
"No, but I'll take what I can get," he replied, rolling his eyes.
"Suki-chan!" Ashido slung an arm around her. "We're all going to become stronger together, all right? And I'll even kick your ass during the training camp, just you wait!"
Startled, the ginger then laughed. "As if!"
The atmosphere lighter, the five of them then headed for the shoe shop, laughing and chatting as if they were normal teenagers, for once.
Forgetting once in a while about their worries couldn't be too bad, right?
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He was here.
Shigaraki Tomura… was here.
Barely thirty minutes after the whole group separated, the whole mall had been suddenly evacuated. Quickly meeting back together, Class A then found out that Izuku had been confronted by the leader of the League of Villains himself, and had barely escaped with his life.
He was escorted to the police department. When Kira asked to go, she was however refused, and was forced to go back home –or rather, U.A.- like the rest of the students. Izuku however promised to call her as soon as he was back home, safe and sound. It reassured her, and so she let herself be escorted back to the school without making more of a fuss.
Izuku called her later in the evening. She could hear his mother sobbing in the background, obviously having feared for her son, and it drew a bitter smile.
Ren didn't even contact me once…
Shaking her head, her eyes then landed on her computer. Turning it on, she instantly fell on one of the numerous pictures she had spent hours studying to try and get a clue about Seishin no Hagane's civilian identity, or his location, or… or anything, really.
Been a while since I looked at those… To be honest, I completely forgot they even existed.
Musing on those thoughts, she went to the small kitchen to grab some soba, before returning to her room and starting to look through the pictures once again, though without as much conviction as before.
I was hungry… but ugh, this soba is awful.
Damn, what I'd give to get some of Daikichi's Menu's soba…
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There was a heartbeat.
Then, Kira dropped her chopsticks.
Instantly forgetting about the food, she started to quickly check all of the pictures, her heart picking a faster pace.
Please tell me I'm right, please tell me I'm right, please- YES!
She found it. With all the time she passed on those pictures, she basically knew them by heart by now. And now, she found the one she was looking for.
It was taken as she walked down the street. She had her sports bag, meaning she was heading for her Judo class. It was during the summer break around a year ago.
During the summer…
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"'Morning, Daikichi-san!" she greeted, stopping in her tracks.
"Good morning, Kira-chan!" beamed the man, camera in hands. "Heading for your lessons again?"
"Yup! Say, what are you doing?" she inquired, curious.
"Uh? Oh, I'm taking a new picture for the restaurant's image," he answered. "It started getting more popularity, so I want to draw in costumers with the new image!"
"That's a great idea!" grinned the ginger. "Anyway, I gotta run. Shinomiya-sensei will have my head if I'm late again!" She started running, waving all the way. "I'll come around with Ren this weekend!"
"Looking forward to it! And work hard, Kira-chan!"
"Will do!"
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This was a crazy idea. It was way too farfetched, way too ridiculous. And yet, Kira found herself going online to search for the restaurant's webpage. She easily found it, and clicked. A wave of nostalgia washed over her as the meals offered suddenly appeared, but she quickly shook it off to go and look at the pictures. There weren't many of them, and she easily found the one she was looking for.
It was taken during the summer.
July seventh.
Almost hesitantly, she checked the date that the picture was sent to her brother.
July seventh.
Kira suddenly felt very sick.
No. No, this can't… this isn't… This is just a coincidence. This can't be… No, it definitely isn't Daikichi-san. He's too nice, he's- he's… Plus, wouldn't I have seen if he was in the dojo, or when I went back home? This is utterly ridiculous-
Unless he's not the only traitor, murmured a voice in the back of her thoughts.
Dread settled in her guts. Slowly, unable to move faster, she went back to the first picture. It was one of her jumping on her skateboard, taken from above. At first, she had believed it had been taken from the roof… but now that she looked closer, the height didn't match. The roof was much higher, the picture shouldn't have been as precise. And she was directly under it, too!
Right next to the entrance…
There was only one apartment that it could have been taken from.
Miss Komori's. It's Miss Komori's apartment.
And then, most of the pictures started making sense. Those taken when she was at the market was from the fruit stand or very near from it, taken from a different angle each time.
Elena-san.
The dojo. Each time she was training, completely focused in her work along with the rest of the other students… the sensei nowhere to be seen.
Shinomiya-sensei.
When she was in middle school. In class, at the gates, in the gym.
Shinji-sensei.
When… when she was home. There was nothing that could explain why someone managed to take a picture when she was home, even less with Ren around-
Ren never appeared in the pictures.
Blood drain from her face.
Most of the pictures were taken from the outside of the house.
Ren used to go outside because of his headaches.
Kira pulled away of the computer, her heart beating too fast. She felt a little dizzy as the facts started piling up.
Why are there pictures of me at home?
Why is he never in those pictures? We were almost always together!
Why weren't there any traces of a fight when I found Ren unconscious?
Why did he have my file the very day Hagane showed up?
Why does Hagane always seems to be a step ahead of us?
How did Hagane actually managed to get so easily in the stadium at the Sports Festival?
Why is Ren so distant?
She tumbled off her chair, an hand over her mouth as the bile rose in her throat.
Is Ren actually helping Hagane?
Are the two of them… working together?
It was a terrible thought. It was a terrifying thought.
But it all made sense.
This can't be. It just can't! Damn it!
Though, even if it made sense, those were still speculations. Deep down, she had the awful inkling that she was right, but it didn't mean anything without actual proof. She wanted to believe her brother was innocent, but the seed of doubt was now firmly planted in her mind.
I can't tell anyone, she gulped, falling on her bed. She hid her face in her hands. I can't just go around accusing people without proofs. And I… If I'm wrong, then Ren and everyone else will suffer the consequences.
I can't risk it. Not without a solid confirmation.
But she knew very well that she could receive this confirmation only from Hagane himself, and she wasn't exactly keen on the idea of confronting him again.
Then Ren is my best option. I need to find a way to meet him and speak. Try to get him to talk.
For all I know, if Ren really is working with Hagane, then that must be because that man threatened me. God knows to what lengths he'd go to to have my back, even… even if it means helping Villains.
She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Panic was the mind-killer, and she couldn't afford loosing control of herself right now. The situation was dire, yes, but panicking wouldn't be of any help.
I'll wait, she decided, once calmer. I'll wait, and see. Watch. Listen.
I'll find out the truth, no matter what.
Whew, that was one hell of a chapter. So, Kira is trying to right the wrongs with everyone, and is finally understanding that what she had been doing for the passed three months was not the right way to handle her situation. Good thing her friends are there to help, uh? Though, by now, who's a friend and who's a foe? No one can really tell, uh... *smirks evilly*
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