Hey everyone! I hope you're all safe out there with how the world's been lately...
Now I'm well aware of the stupendously long absence I've had... And though I did have *one* chapter prepared, the period I've been gone for is far too long to be repaid with one, or even two chapters, which... This is the second. But well, I'm really sorry for that, but studies got the better of me and by time I wasn't even finding time to do stuff I loved like writing, or reading or even playing Neptunia... Fun Fact, I actually did not play VII yet.
So whereas I would completely understand loss of interest in this content due to fate playing me a sour hand, I would also wish that you understand how unable I was to even read nor even edit my chapters properly...
That's all I can really say here... So for those who still choose to continue, I thank you and hope you enjoy this. I hope that from now on I can begin remaking chapters in the usual delay rather than... Taking almost a year.
~HyperDimension Neptunia : Pursuing Perfection~
=-Chapter 6: Katharsis Pt. 1-=
"Uhuuuuu…" Wept a frightened girl. Her voice was shaky and unstable, as if she was moments from crying, or at least trying to supress it. "S-S-S-S-So… S-Scary…!"
The trembling teenager was holding so closely to Noire, who'd been trying to pry her off her leg for a while now. But the pinkette wouldn't budge, she cherished the ravenette's limb so dearly as if her life depended on it! "L-Let go! We've landed already!" Ordered the black CPU whilst pushing on her guest's face in hopes on letting some blood flow to her already-numb leg.
"I-It was so scary, Lady Noire! P-P-Please don't let me go…!" She sniffled and looked at her after pleading, the face of a helpless child was all it took to squeeze on Noire's heart.
"A…Aaah, w-what do you want me to do!? We're already on the ground!" The question meant to affirm her cluelessness came out more as a declaration for the twin-tailed's frustration and exhaustion.
"J-Just… A bit more, please…" Mollie pleaded again, this time rubbing the side of her face against Noire's leg.
It was a lost cause. Not only was Noire too tired to force the girl off her, but she couldn't get herself to give the cold shoulder any more than she's done to this foreign orphan.
One way or another, sooner or later, she'd have to sit down and face the fact that this "sacrifice", as Vert labelled, was only here to help, and showing some care wouldn't hurt… Right?
"Ugh… Fine, but just this once! Just because I don't feel like kicking you right now…" She muttered while pouting. Her gaze laid aside, escaping the image of her companion.
"Uuuuuu… T-Thank you, Lady Noire…!"
"I-It's not like I had a choice! I-Idiot… Next time you better speak up or else I'll throw you off the airplane."
Surprisingly, no retort was heard. The ravenette was left to bathe in a stream of awkwardness, one she had to adapt to right now. Every once in a while, she felt young Puriolét's grip tightening around her leg, while other times the quietude allowed her to sense her heart beats and breaths…
Heavens… She wasn't kidding about being scared.
An unknown amount of time had passed. It was less than half an hour, but the workaholic couldn't tell without any accurate time indicator. She had stopped herself midway from checking the phone as it would look quite uncaring of her when there's a frightened child clinging to her in hopes of finding peace…
Suddenly, the wrapping around her limb softened before unwrapping. Having gotten used to it, Noire was startled. "Huh?" She looked down, but her eyes landed on Mollie's shoes. She instinctively looked up to see the psychic wiping off her tears and smiling. "…Are you better now?"
"Y-Yeah… I'm really sorry for… That pathetic state of mine. I wasted your time… D-Didn't I?"
"Let me worry about my time… I'm a lot more concerned about your "Fear of flight"." Noire was both curious and concerned, her question affirmed that. "Don't psychics usually fly? And if you don't, how are you planning to help if the situation called for the use of violence?"
"A-Ah, I-I guess I should explain myself better…" Leading a closed fist to her mouth, Mollie cleared her throat and nodded to herself. "Thing is, I can fly, and I love doing so a lot… In fact, in my daily life I prefer floating rather than walking to places, even if it's to get a cup of water mid-night." She explained. "What I'm really afraid of is flying in airplanes, or aerial vehicles as a whole. The idea that I'm inside one big construction that could fail or crash at any point makes my feet cold as ice! I-I can't take the idea of struggling in a tightly closed spot, w-with no air and, the possibility that the crash could cause a shard or something to stab right into my eyes!" The statement was concluded frantically. Signs of the girl's worries began to show themselves and before long, she was already sweating from fear.
"Fine, fine, I get it…" Noire put both hands in front of her as a sign of pause, then eyed the girl. "I thought you were scared of flying as a whole… N-Not that I was worried or anything!"
"S-Sorry… I was in a moment of panic and I couldn't say much comprehensible stuff." Mollie rubbed the back of her head and smiled awkwardly.
"In any case, we need to get going now. We've wasted enough time as is." Said the cosplayer, moments before gesturing the girl to follow her again.
The alien flower felt gutted to be in yet another new land. Every scenery Noire led her through was new and uncharted. The atmosphere reeked with creativity and dripped acute dedication. First thing that caught her attention was the atmosphere. Granted, it was a lot lighter than her world's still, but when compared to Planeptune, it was a tad heavier, like a strong sense of duty radiated the airs. Mollie dedicated most of her mind power to adapt to the new scheme of colours, to not expect the same creamy blend of hues to greet her where ever she stepped. The bleak combo of black, white and grey filled the girl with a strong sense of gloom. Despite the beautiful day, the uninterrupted chirps of birds nor the vibrant and eye-catching pots of green stretching across each side of the walk way; Puriolét could not help but feel like Lastation needed nothing but a rain to complete the look. A cloudy downpour coupled by an unwavering silence and an accumulation of fog in the horizon…
She liked that. In fact, she loved that vision of hers, and desired to see it come to life someday.
Population wise, the citizens followed the look of their home land. Sure, there were plenty of odd balls here and there that preferred their own unique style; a mixture of lively and chipper colours brimmed both their fashion choice and their genetic looks, but the bare eye could easily distinguish the most dominating factor. Most of the inhabitants fancied simple yet premium-looking set of feathers. It was quite rare not to see an individual carrying a clear-cut suitcase or muttering busily to the smartphone pressed against their ear.
From extravagantly crafted dresses to refined robes and armours, Mollie laid witness to a contrast between business figures and guild warriors. But despite their different attires, physique and general aura, one thing connected the residents: everyone took their jobs seriously.
"L-Lady Noire…?" With doubt still present in her heart, the psychic called out.
"…Hmm? What is it?" It took a couple of moments for the Tsundere to reply. She seemed drowned in thought.
"Um… I was wondering what your nation was called again…" Mollie meekly questioned, her tone of voice got quieter the further she delved into her statement, in fear of having Lastation's CPU scold her for her forgetful memory.
"Lastation." Said Noire. Surprisingly enough, she sounded a lot calmer than expected. -To Mollie-
"O-Oh, that's right…" Answered the Pinkette. She nodded to herself under the reminder she received, then eyed her guide with a hesitant look. "I-It looks really cool."
"Hmph, of course it is.~" The compliment took the swordswoman by surprise. She put enough effort in maintaining her cool and collected front, while sprinkling a splash of pride and confidence to her voice. "I'm its Goddess after all, so it's no wonder you'd be speechless upon seeing it. I did tell you it was the best nation, didn't I?"
"A-AH, n-no! It's not that I doubted your words, not at all!" Quick on the trigger, the asked teenager exploded with excuses. "I-It's just a… Um… A lot better than I imagined, is all!"
"You don't have to be so flustered every time someone asks you something you know; I'm not going to bite." She advised the girl impatiently. The hand on her hip complimented her agitation. "It was a rhetorical question anyways…"
"S-Sorry…" Mollie looked down and folded her hands together.
Looking ahead, Noire spotted her basilicom within a few minutes of walking. As such, she took the chance to strike up a topic that's been on her mind for a while. "Enough about that, I wanted to ask you something." She led the way and asked.
"Y-Yes?" The Pinkette obedient as always, was ready to answer anything.
"What kind of clothing do you prefer?"
"C-Clothing? Ummm…" Mollie cupped her chin and pursed her lips in wonder. "Hummm… To be honest, I'm a biiiit childish when it comes to my clothing…" Unprecedented, young Puriolét shifted in an instant, from being clueless to dreamy and star-eyed. "I've always wanted to wear a really long, wide dress with some really nice ribbons and miscellaneous flowers all over it, and some super fancy evening gloves, and some high-heels… Mmmm…~"
"Dresses…?" Noire questioned with a hint of confusion before quickly eyeing the bag in her hand.
"Ahhh, sleeping in that would be heave—H-Huh? Y-Yes! Mhm!" Nodded the psychic. "But as I said… "I've always wanted to". I've never really had my hands on any of those fancy and cute dresses you see everywhere… What I usually wear is my parka, a simple shirt and a skirt!"
"Hmm…" Hummed the CPU. With a slightly crooked brow, she looked over her shoulder at her companion. "Was there a reason you couldn't wear a dress?"
"H-Huh? W-Well… Eheh," Under the curious peepers of the Ravenette, Mollie averted her gaze and scratched her forehead slightly. "I never really had the chance, considering I studied for very long and… W-Well, there was only a small period of peace where everyone established some kind of relationship, got married and got to look all fancy and shmancy, buuut… Then the war started and yeah! I had no chance to do so."
"I see…" Though brief, the summary from the flower gave Noire a general idea of what she went through. "W-Wait! Married!? You don't look old enough for marriage!?" The flurry of bewilderment pushed the workaholic just shy from yelling in shock.
"H-Huh!? O-Oh y-yeah yeah! H-Hahah…" Looking everywhere but at the CPU, Mollie laughed nervously. Any observant from afar could tell she was trying harder than child to hide something… Not good. She gulped before locking eyes with her superior. "W-Well I don't know how different things are here but well, back in Tsuki No Hanna, people would get married quite early. Not even after they finish their studying, some even in Highschool… So um… While I had just started studying at my university, some already had kids… Y-You know?" The stranger informed with a most sincere mug.
"I... See…" The swirl of emotions laid bare for anyone with eyes: Confusion, disbelief and speechlessness all dripped from Noire. She gulped before composing herself and turning tails. "Well, as long as you weren't being forced into it, I don't care."
"Forced? N-No! Mother would never force me to do something so life changing!" In hopes of clearing the misconceptions, Mollie followed by raising her arm up in a flexing position, and patted her bicep lightly. "And if any guy tried to force themselves on me, I'll hit them harder than life!"
But at the sight of so much enthusiasm, Lastation's CPU found herself speechless. She sighed before eyeing their whereabouts… Was she all shy and stuttering a moment ago?
They were facing the Basilicom.
'Hah, at least I don't have to keep going with this awkward conversation anymore.' Despite being the one to bring it up, the Tsundere was all the gladdest to be saved by a building. "Well, whatever the case, we're here." She announced, stretching her arm pridefully at the scenery painted before them. Noire was the very definition of dignity, the subtle brush of wind caressing her body, gently carrying her silky locks of hair and livening her iconic feathers seeded an indomitable aura of confidence around the CPU.
Without further ado, the Pinkette smiled and nodded in acknowledgement before scanning her new whereabouts… From the people, the streets to the basilicom itself… Casting the bold presence of her superior aside, this nation was definitely showing a different hand than Planeptune, a sharp one.
Upon entrance, the duo melted into a conditioned atmosphere, perfectly set for the peak of relaxation.
"Welcome back sis!" Why yes, unlike the warm but inanimate climate, a pure pearl had been waiting for Noire's arrival by the door. Her daisy smooth skin was that of an angel, contrast to her raven, maiden hair. It was done in twin-tails unsimilar to those of her sister's in hopes of not being deemed a perfect clone. A clone that shared the same fiery yet innocent eyes. All, when coupled with a pencil line smile from fine lips of a true goddess, made for a definition of beauty. Uni brandished her everyday black dress, made specifically for her petite, adorable measurements. "How was your trip?" She asked whilst ignoring the girl behind Noire… She waited for a proper introduction.
"Oh Uni." Of course, the first thing the CPU expected to see was a stack of paper, as well as a poker-faced Kei waiting for her… You know, the usual. Thus, this surprising greeting confused her, but also warmed her heart, but just a bit! "Yeah; the trip was okay… Though I still prefer flying in HDD a lot more." Complained the older Goddess with a hand to her hip.
"O-Oh… W-Well!" Despite the somewhat unpleasant news, the markswoman beamed cheerfully. "I prepared a bath for you, so please take your time and relax!"
"Hm… A bath sounds really—I mean… Yeah, not a bad idea…" Noire cleared her throat before going back on her statement. But before becoming one with a bubbly heaven, there was one elephant in the room they had to address… "Oh I almost forgot. Uni, I want you to meet Mollie Puriolét."
"Mollie…?" Uni tilted her head like a cat, and narrowed her brows in confusion. Surely, she linked the dots: It was the name of the acquaintance hiding terribly behind Noire but… 'What kind of family name is "Puriolét"…?' She couldn't help but ponder.
"U-Um…" The shy foreigner showed respect by bowing down, and looked aside hesitantly. "H-Hello… It's… Nice to meet your highness." She greeted. 'O-Oh goodness… She looks so similar to Lady Noire, only… Smaller.'
"Y-Your highness!?" The diligent young sister was caught off guard. Surely, Lastation provided more than enough respect for their Goddesses, the citizens made sure of that in their daily praying habits and paying respects in annual events, but being called so formally directly felt… Nice.
It was then that Uni remembered something… In her call with Nepgear, she recalled the mentioning of someone being summoned to help. "Uhm… Is she who Nepgear told me about?"
"Hm? Oh, Nepgear already told you?" Lastation CPU was pleased. She sighed in relief before smiling. "Good, good. Then we can skip the explaining. She's going to be staying in Lastation for the time being so could you please show her to the guests' room?"
"C-Certainly!" Such as always, the gun lover couldn't help suppressing her intense joy when given a task by her dear sister. She nodded enthusiastically.
But before she could have a word with Mollie, Noire leaned in and whispered to the candidate. "Also… … …"
"…H-… Oh, s-sure!" Uni replied confidently before quickly darting at Mollie for a split second.
"Hmm?" The curious cat in the room couldn't help but wonder, she blinked twice. 'Are they talking about me?'
"Well then, consider yourself home, Mollie." Noire remarked graciously before heading upstairs, leaving the two strangers in each other's' care.
"…" Young Puriolét met her gaze with everything other than that of the Candidate. She laced her fingers anxiously and began tapping the tip of her indexes against each other.
"You're… Not that much of a talker, are you Miss?" With slightly narrowed eyes and a reassuring smile, the sharpshooter remarked.
"S-Sorry… I just… Don't know what to talk about," Despite holding a conversation, the psychic was set on avoiding eye contact. "I-I don't want to strike up a conversation that'd weird you out or… Something…"
"Mm, you're overthinking it." Suggested the Ravenette. "It's not like I'm going to hurt you or anything, just be yourself! For now, let me show you where you'll be staying, follow me." Uni ordered and turned tails, she followed after Noire to the second stage confident enough that her companion was right behind her.
As soon as the two finished their climb, they took a left, a different route from the CPU's. It was normal to leave guests in a wing different from that of the leader. The two were met with a straight corridor from there, riddled with rooms and different spaces that played numerous roles. The two walked far enough to reach the end of the hallway at which, Uni stopped and faced her guest. "This is the room you will be staying at." She introduced with a raised hand, pointing at the room next to her.
The candidate gave the deluxe portal a push, revealing the space hidden within it. Mollie laid her eyes on a luxurious bedroom, embellished in excellent choices of upholstery. The picture frame moulded walls were painted in black. Housed within them was the standard selection of furniture usually found in a guest's room: A rather comfortable-looking midsized bed laid atop a metal bed frame painted in black. The mattress was coated in a navy-blue cotton blanket. Toppled over it were a couple of neat pillows disguising themselves in the same theme as the room; two normal sized ones in black accompanied by three smaller ones embroidered in a golden floral design. Next to it laid a bedside table of modern design attached to a mirror with minimalist frame on top. Facing the bed were two doors of the same structure, one leading towards the bathroom whereas the one beside it showed a wide closet space.
Having noticed the lengthy hush, Uni peeked over her peripheral sight at a wide-eyed, dumbfounded girl. First and foremost, Mollie was bewildered by how luxurious her new shelter looked. It was better furnished than her own room back in Tsuki No Hanna. Another revelation was the influence of paradise woven outside her window on the general atmosphere. Such was not the case back home where the best she witnessed was the road back from school dressed in an attire of dusk.
"Do you like it?" Paired with a welcoming smile, the diligent Candidate broke the ice.
"…A lot." Replied the questioned one. She recomposed herself and bowed again to Uni. "Thank you for letting me stay here, your highness." Her formal gratitude followed a sincere smile.
"A-Ah… Well, you don't have to address me so formally. Just call me Uni!~" Brimming with innocent joy, the markswoman permitted the Pinkette.
"That's… Really nice of you." Is what she wanted to say for now, but there was a great chance she'd just forget and continue being formal.
"So, is there anything else I can do for you, or do you want me to leave you alone?" With a curious head tilt, Uni folded her hands behind her back.
"Oh, well um…" The psychic tapped her chin with uncertainty. She looked around the room one more time before facing her host again. "Are there any wandering restrictions I should know about? Maybe a time where everyone must head to bed?"
"Not really no…" After a quick retort, a sudden recollection suggested the imouto to refresh her statement. 'Then again… She is a guest… And if we consider how long we've known her for, then it wouldn't excuse trusting her this early.' She concluded. "Well there are somethings you'd need to look out for."
"Oh, what are they?"
"Well, first and foremost you can't enter any private rooms. Like Noire's room, or my own." She raised a finger for first. "You also can't disturb areas made for work, like offices and the library. So, if you do go there, make sure to be quiet or to have a good reason." Added Uni. "Try to not wander late at night and lastly… Do not wander into Sharicite room."
There, at the last order, the Candidate stressed. Such emphasize did not go unnoticed by the curious pink kitten. "Sha…ricite?" She echoed with a tilted head. "Am I… Allowed to ask what that is?"
"Well…" Began the young holiness. "Have the other CPUs told you about the source of our strength?"
"Umm…" Mollie pondered on the question many times. The recollection did remind her of when the word "Shares" was first used… "I remember Lady Nepgear once mentioning it. It's supposed to be the faith of people?" Torn between confidence and hesitation, her answer was shrouded in uncertainty.
"Oh, so Nepgear told you already." Visibly glad, the sharpshooter wore a faint yet warm smile over her features. "Well, she isn't wrong. But we can't just use faith as it is to gain our strength, that is where the Sharicite comes in. It acts not only as a vessel, or storage for Shares, but also as means of reforming said faith into energy we can benefit off."
"Wow…" Commented the psychic, flabbergasted by her newfound information. "That really is important! Oh my goodness I'll make it my top priority not to go there." She affirmed.
"Eh—Are you making fun of me?!" Uni wasn't used to this level of obedience, especially since she spent most of her free time with Nepgear who knew how to tease when the moment called for it.
"H-Huh!? N-No no! I would never!" Young Puriolét took a step backwards, her surprised squeal dripping with honesty. "I sometimes can be… Really clumsy." Gazing at the ground, the girl shifted from being flustered to almost… Sad. "Especially in this state…"
'In this state…?' The ravenette could not help but reiterate the words to herself… What did she mean? Was it something that could harm those around her? Was she and Noire in danger?! "What do you mean…?" All those worries were hidden behind a somewhat concerned front. She narrowed her eyes, and leaned forwards just slightly.
"Well, you see… I cannot control my powers no matter how hard I try without my gloves." She explained with stretched arms, as if exhibiting them. "W-Well, I used to. It's just, after a certain incident, I became forced to wear them or else, everything I touch explodes…"
Interesting… Everything her hands touched exploded… The very hands displayed right in front of Uni's face…
'Hey wait a minu—' "KYAH!" Not a second thought was considered before Lastation's Candidate jumped backwards in terrified hurry. "W-What do you think you're doing then putting them right in front of my face!" She really did not like that…
"HUH!? N-No no!" Mollie's hands flailed faster than an overheated computer fan. "I-I have them turned off! By habit!"
"O-Oh… W-Well at least warn me next time!"
"I'm very sorry…"
"Aah… W-Well, whatever." But then again… What were her powers again? "What are your powers anyways?"
Her question would do wonders in not only changing the subject, but also erasing the gloomy look off Puriolét's face with a max-sized eraser tool. Her eyes locked on Uni almost instantly, similar to a cat being offered food, or a Neptune smelling fresh Compa made Pudding! "I… I'm not sure how to explain it."
This time under less pressure, the flower had a much easier time wording and explaining her powers…
"…Huh." Hummed Uni in a comprehending tone. "So, you have the usual telekinesis and telepathy pair, but can also control your body and what you feel at will?"
Mollie Nodded.
"Hm… I see." It was quite unusual for such a type of abilities to appear in Gamindustri, which made the divinity unable to react. She always read Manga or watched Anime where the main character had telekinetic powers, but the plots in those always revolved around more emotional topics rather than combat and fighting.
Also, it would be quite troublesome if Mollie started bending all the spoons around the Basilicom.
"I guess that could be useful." Though that answer was simple, it sufficed to bring a joyful smile upon the guest's face.
"There you are, Uni. I've been looking everywhere for you." The two seemed to have lost track of time. Immersed in their conversation, both of them flicked towards the new presence.
It was Kei jinguji. In her hands was a stack of paper, and on her face was… Her usual stern look.
"You still haven't filed these documents; I hope you didn't forget about them." She reminded.
"A-Ah! I-I…" Forgot!... Is what she wanted to say, but of course, she couldn't… Not after Kei "Hoped" against that! She always loved to guilt trip her! She had to find an excuse! One of which a simple glance at Mollie would grant her. "W-Well of course I didn't! I was… Uhm, just giving Mollie a proper welcome, is all!"
"Oh, so you're Mollie." Surprisingly enough, Lastation's Oracle seemed rather pleased with that info. She turned to face her new acquaintance but, shortly after, the stack she'd been holding was snatched off her grasp.
"Yep! So now that it's done, I'll go deal with these now!" And without sparring a goodbye, the clacking of Uni's shoes was the last the two heard from her.
With the two all alone, the foreigner couldn't help but stare at Jinguji in curiosity… 'W-Wait… Is… She a guy or a girl…' Was the first thing that popped in her mind… Aah! Why didn't Uni use at least a "He" or "She" before leaving! This is going to be so awkward now!
"…" Kei smiled as professionally as ever. "Noire wants to see you. " Is all she had to say before she left the room.
Well, that was a lot less problematic than expected!
"So, did Uni show you to your room?" Soon after Mollie reached Noire's office, she was ordered to take a seat on the couch. The hard-working CPU seemed a lot more refreshed now, she also seemed in a better mood!
The questioned girl nodded. "Thank you so much for letting me stay here…" She smiled gratefully.
"Well it's only natural, after all you will be helping in retrieving my HDD." Explained the ravenette before sitting across from her guast. Soon after, her peppy mood drowned within a quick spark of disinterest… She analysed the girl's outfit. "So… Do you like the clothes Histoire gave you?"
"Hm!?" Clearly taken aback, the Pinkette jumped up, moved with how bizarre the interrogation was. "O-Of course I do! They are really nice.~"
The answer was quite expected by Noire. She leaned back on her chair and crossed her arms and legs alike, unamused still. "Well, that's nice." She deadpanned. "So you're not really bothered by wearing clothes that are different from your own?" Another string of inquiries followed.
"W-Well…" The psychic drowned in uncertainty… Sure, she did like the outfit she had on, generic or not, it was nice! But she had a limit to her air headedness. She knew fully that upon donning her new feathers, it would be as if she had accepted the death of her loved ones and her world, as if she had agreed to move on and forget about them.
But at the same time, Mollie had no choice in the matter: It was either the new clothes, or walking in the nude since she lost her old outfit. "As nice as it would be to have my old clothes back, I can't keep dwelling on my past… At least, not now." Whether she truly meant her words or not did not matter at the moment. Having anything to reply with was much better than facing the dressmaker with an awkward silence.
"I see…" Noire whispered. She then unfolded her arms and approached her office. She leaned behind it, seemingly collecting something. Young Puriolét could very well recognize the sound of a paper bag being handled, as such, the item that the CPU raised on top of her desk was indeed the pink paper bag she brought over from Planeptune. "Then I guess you don't want these?"
But what would a pink paper bag from Planeptune have to do with Mollie exactly? That, alongside many other questions forced a puzzled look upon the guest. "Want… What?" She followed behind Noire and asked, waiting for the permission to look inside.
"Well, look for yourself." There it was. Clearly still disinterested, the cosplayed turned tails, as if waiting for the schoolgirl to get it over with.
With shaking hands, the Pinkette reached in.
Why was she shaking? It's just a paper bag!
It most likely had a Lastation version of guest clothing… Maybe.
And what's with the sudden topic of clothing? Ever since arriving to Lastation till now… Was Noire a fashionista? Well, that would explain her fancy getup.
But no, that would not make sense. Her highness had been carrying this thing from Planeptune all the way to Lastation, so it couldn't be a Lastation outfit. What possibly laid in the city of purple progress that Noire wished to offer her?
A cup of pudding?
"T-This is…" A stutter following the countless rustling had Noire unable to suppress the cheeky smile from her features. "I-Impossible…"
With one closed eye, the Tsundere peeked over her shoulder to witness Mollie just moments of tearing up…
"Y-You… Fixed my clothes…?!" With her favourite black and pink parka in hands, Mollie starred… Surprise? Confusion? Sadness…? She wasn't sure how to feel… Or…
Was it none of those feelings? Those feelings she'd grown so used to experiencing throughout her life? Was it something new? Something she'd forgotten? Something she believed that she wouldn't ever sense again nor deserve?
Gulping down the anxiety she had earlier, the psychic's lips slowly curled into something sincere… A smile… "T-Thank you… So much…!"
Indeed… What she had been feeling then and there…
Was happiness.
=-Chapter 6: END.-=