Hyperdimension Neptunia - A Time Soldier's Final Mission

Chapter 6 - The Moonlight Sonata and Problems.

Disclaimer: Neither myself nor Shadicgon own Hyperdimension Neptunia... Although it'd be nice-

Shadic: But we don't!

That's right! We just own Purple and Molly! Purple is his-

Purple: OI!

And Molly is mine-

Molly: I'm not Anyone's! -.-

We'll see about that ^^

Molly: ...Meanie ._.

Enjoy the story! ;D

Purple nodded. "Thanks mister-"

She began to drink it without a care thinking it's just that - Lemonade.

Molly whistles lowly. "Now that's more like it."

Molly takes one more sip and then turns to look at the club, which is, quite frankly - BOOMING or in proper language - getting really frisky with a lot of people dancing. Molly starts to tap her foot to the beat.

Purple smiled. "Hey, that's a nice song...my throat feels a bit...burnt, is that normal?" She asked as she kept drinking the drink.

Molly didn't really care as she nodded her head to the music, "It's normal, yeah."

Purple then absentmindedly tilted her head. "Mhm..."

Purple also tapped her foot at the sound of the music and even her shoulders start moving at the rhythm of it.

"Yeah, I really like it, I thought they only played music without lyrics in here!"

She takes another sip and realizes she ended her drink.

"Excuse me, could you get me another one, please?"

Molly looks to Purple.

"You really like that, don'tcha? It's only lemonade, it's a fine produced one. They fermented it but, it's not even alcoholic."

Molly felt a smile on her face again as she thought, 'Not compared to what I'm used to anyway...'

The Bartender nods and refills another glass with the same, putting it in front of Purple.

Purple hummed, "I see-" She took another sip to it.

Molly nods and turns back to the DJ, deciding to get up and walk to the middle of the dance floor, slowly starting to dance to the tunes.

Seeing her on the dancing floor, Purple's mind shouted at her to go in and dance normally...while another part of her told her to go all out in the dance floor.

Normally she would obey her good voice however, for some reason her other voice screamed louder than her good voice.

Fully drinking her lemonade in one shot, she got to the dance floor and started to move.

The Bartender notices IF and Compa by the side of the bar, drinking orange juice and apple juice respectively and motions for IF to get to him with a wave of his hand.

Molly on the other hand smiled widely as Purple was starting to dance literally full whack/with no inhibition in her. While, Molly's skills with the dance floor were to be improved on, Purple started to gather a following on the dance floor. Everyone in the club eventually starting to clap and cheer her on.

Someone would normally think she's a sort of pro dancer or something given how easily she used moves that would require lot of time to even make, she could easily make the legendary moon walk, the worm move and even do dance movement that required legs while standing upside down with her hands. How she didn't think of turning into a professional dancer is a question everyone will wonder till the end of time.

IF walked over to the bartender with Compa waiting by the drinks. So that no-one spiked them.

"What's up?"

The bartender cleared his throat, "IF... I don't mean to alarm you but, isn't that Purple over there?" He pointed at the girl dancing her heart out.

Molly watched as Purple was dancing so effortlessly that she had nothing but... Almost proud honour watching Purple dancing. Maybe... Just maybe, this girl would take her mind off of Crystal and the other duties and give her something to be happy for? Who really knows.

IF blinked. "...What did she drink?"

IF questioned the bartender.

Bartender cleared his throat as he served another patron. "It was the lemonade and vodka new drink we've got - The Sea Curtain I called it. It's got around 10% volume of alcohol in it, 2 percent pure."

IF listened carefully. "..."

IF sighed loudly. "Imbecile, she's 16 and her resistance to alcohol is about the same as Lady Noire's and that is saying a lot!"

The Bartender held up his hands. "She asked for, 'what her friend was having' and I gave her what that brunette was having, the one standing over there?"
He points to where Molly is clapping along to Purple's dancing, almost mesmerized.

"..." IF stood watching Molly. "..."

"...I swear to all the Gods that if she's another prosti ...Calm down IF, I'm sure there must be a perfectly perfect explaining for this..."

Important things now in IF's head, 'Protect the kid'.

"Compa?"

She called her friend or as most people would define her, girlfriend.

Compa blinked and waved to IF from her place by the drinks with a goofy smile on her face

"I'm here Iffy! Just watching the drinks, like you said!"

IF cleared her throat, "Compa, it's Purple, she got drunk, want to help me out here?"

Compa bulleted to her feet and raced over to IF, looking at Purple in the crowd.

Compa felt her eyes widened slightly, "Goodness...I've got band aids, a sick bucket and many more on standby!"

Compa places a hand on IF's.

"Next time we go somewhere, let's go SOMEWHERE alone okay?"

IF stuttered at the contact. "S-Sorry, I didn't think Purple would come to one of these places- Not since that time her wallet died with that woman at least."

Compa sighed. "I wonder who that girl is next to Purple... Looks like someone interesting...Wait... Isn't that...Can't be-"

IF was interested almost immediately that her girlfriend might know who it was. "Who?"

Compa nodded. "I think THAT is that soldier... You know, the one that we saw on the frontlines during..."

She whispers the next part. "...A-S-I-C?"

IF went quiet. "..."

"Oh..."

"Well..." She gasped upon hearing the words. "Is she...oh...oh...Yeah..." She recognised Molly's "battle markings".

IF look at Compa. "...So Purple will be fine?"

Compa put a finger to her lip. "I'm... not sure. I don't even remember that soldier's name."

IF sighed. "Well, either she's trying to get over that time with a friend, or she's trying to take advantage of Purple...Should we interfere?"

Compa put her hands on her hips. "Iffy, if she wants to enjoy her time with her friend, we should leave them be. But... We can't just stand idle while she gets sicker!"

Compa pulls out her giant needle but keeps it hidden behind a backpack so as to not scare any of the patrons... Somehow, I mean that needle was MASSIVE! So how Compa could keep it hidden was anyone's guess.

"I don't want to have to use this... But I will if I have to!"

Molly's eyes immediately dart to Compa's needle due to her training to finding things that are a hazard even in clubs, and instantly she walks next to Purple as the music changes.

"I think we should go... we've been here for awhile."

Purple hiccups. "Go!? But, we've just-" She hiccups. "A-rrived!"

Molly blinks in a partial confusion. "How on... You're..." Molly scans Purple with her scouter. "Hmmm... 30% intoxicated." She sees Purple look at her confused so she breaks it down. "In simple terms? You're drunk"

Purple smiled. "I'm not drunk~"

She was still dancing as good as before.

"If I were drunk, would I be able to move so precisely in music~"

Purple hiccups.

Molly sighs.

"You know something? If you say you're not drunk, have another lemonade with me. In fact, let's do two more. If you can drink them and still dance this good, I'll consider you NOT drunk."

Compa nudges IF.

"We should get involved. She's had too much to drink."

IF groaned. "That's what I said!"

Purple smiled widely. "Challenge accepted~!"

Purple runs back to the drink site of the club.

Molly facepalms herself.

"Great...Well done Mol..."

Purple leans across the bar. "Mister, two more lemonades like before, please!"

The Bartender has an uneasy smile on his face. "Sure thing..." He looks to IF with a look of, 'Help me...' He goes to make the drinks.

Purple looks behind at Molly who wondered over, to another part of the bar - Just to the right of Purple. "You'll see I'm not drunk!" She hiccuped.

"I'm not Lady Noire to get-" She hiccuped again. "-drunk that easily~!"

Simply put? Anyone could see she was as drunk as all fuck.

Compa walks over and taps Purple on the shoulder..

Purple turned over to the nurse. "Compa...?"

ompa: You're overdue for your checkup. That, and-

She sniffs Purple's breath.

"You are quite frankly, wasted. I am going to give you a shot..."

Purple raises her hands. "No need to do that, sweetie~"

She notices IF with her.

Purple hummed as she lowered her hands. "Oh~"

"Are you on a date~?" She hiccuped.

Molly is by the bar on the opposite side of Purple, downing "Lemonades" as if they were made of water.

Compa shook her head. "No. You need to stop - Right now."

Molly smiled even though she was almost tipsy. "You couldn't stop her if that's your invitation..."

Compa blinked. "What was that?"

Molly looked to Compa. "Relax white one, it was a joke."

Purple felt her head move side to side. "Heeeey, no fighting, let's better be happy the four~"

IF felt her anger boiling but supressed it. "..." Simply put? She didn't like Molly.

"I'm just going to pretend I didn't hear that invitation"

Compa pulls out her needle from behind her backpack.

"Count to three Purple."

Molly growls from her side of the bar.

"Why can't you Nurses just do your job instead of interfering in other people's business?"
Molly gently moves Purple out of the way, and within a matter of moments, had shoved Compa to the ground and it hurt.

Compa yelps.

IF instantly was upset now, someone was messing with HER girl! "Hey, what the hell's wrong with you!"

Molly looked directly at IF with a death glare in her eyes. "What the hell is wrong with asking for me and my girlfriend to have some nice time together!?"

"Huh!?"

IF blinked. "..." And then again. "..." What was... Surely she didn't hear of it right, "You're Purple's girlfriend?"

Molly glares at IF.

"What of it, cupcake?"

Purple smiled. "Yeah, we're girl friends!"

Purple hiccuped again.

IF pointed to her. "If you are then do something of her, it looks like she'll faint in any second!"

Purple started to move side to side, more like wobble. "Hey, did someone turn on the heater?"

IF facepalmed. "Oh my Goddess, do something now!"

Molly looks at Purple.

""Oh for..."

Molly gently takes Purple's hand.

"Come on, it's time we left these... RATS to their business."

She gently tries to lead Purple away from IF and the now recovering Compa who has just got back to her feet

Purple wined almost immediately. "Waaait, where are weee going~?" She hiccuped again.

" Istill haven't drank those lemonades~"

Molly sighed. "I'll get you some later. It's better if we get some fresh air. We can come back in when the heater's not on, okay?"

As they move to the exit, Compa leans towards IF.

Compa whispered into her ear. "That was her alright. She's the lead soldier in Gamindustri's army. She's always been on the front lines. I didn't want to cause a scene but... If I have to administer some meds to Purple, we may have to get that soldier away from her."

IF sighed. "THAT soldier..." She looked to her. "Seriously, last time I checked Purple was hitting on us both, how did she get a girlfriend from one day to another?"

"Anyways, if she really is her girlfriend then I trust she'll know what to do with her"

"And if something happens, I will make sure she regrets doing something to our friend"

Compa let off her warning tone. "Iffy... No"

IF rose her left hand in a non-aggressive nature. "...I'll just punch her once, I promise I won't use a spell on her"

She was lying.

Compa didn't see her lying though. Call it the innocence part of Compa.

"If I even, hear, that you've been violent to someone like that, I'll put medication in your bum!"

IF went quiet.

She knew what that meant.

IF sighed. "Okay, I understand." She then thought with a slight blush which Compa couldn't see due to the darkness of the club. ''And it will be worth it'

Outside the Club.

Molly had gotten Purple just a few hundred metres away from the Moonlight Sonata when Purple started to look a bit... green.

"Hey, kid... You gonna be alright?"

Purple felt like she was on clouds. "I'm not a kid, I'm an adult~"

"Me has done it before~"

"So I'm no longer a kid-" She hiccuped.

Molly chuckled. "Alright, well. Don't be sick. Take some deep breaths. It may make you feel better."

Purple started doing as she was told. "Molly...why is it so hot out here?"

Molly was debateing whether or not to tell Purple the truth but in the end she did. "I... Well, perhaps because you really DID drink some vodka? I'm not sure, what does it feel like?"

Purple shook her head. "I didn't drink Vodka-" She hiccuped yet again, "I drank lemonade!"

Molly sighed. "Purple... I know what was in that drink. You need to take a seat, come 'ere."

Molly places her forehead on Purple's, making them in very close proximity to each other.

"You're burning up. Alright, lets head back and I'll put an ice pack on that head of yours."

Purple smiled widely. "Hai, hai~"

She tried to give a step and fell face flat on the ground.

Purple wheezed. "...Body tired-" She hiccuped. "... Why~?

Molly shook her head. "I'll tell you tomorrow."

Molly gently wraps her arms around Purple and hoists her up, carrying her on her back.

A floating person on a book hovered near them as they arrived back at Molly's house. "You're late."

Molly rolls her eyes. "Not the fairy again..."

Purple blinked. "Who~?"

Histoire was floating in front of them as Molly stopped. "You're late." She repeated.

Molly sighed heavily. "I hate to be annoying but, can you, PLEASE just, you know, fuck off Lady Histoire? I don't want to be rude but, I have a very wasted girl here and I need to get her to bed."

Purple eased into Molly's back. "I'm not wasted~"

...Then she giggled. "I'm just wasted~"

Histoire blinked. "...Why are you with a cosplayer of Neptune?"

Molly rolls her eyes. "What did I just say? Can't you just go? Her name is Purple and she's extremely tired. Aren't you hon?" She looks behind herself at the tired out girl on her back.

Histoire began to talk again, "Well, I'm sorry but " She stopped for a moment, "..." And then, "Weird...that felt..." She whispered next. "No, must be my imagination"

Molly heard Histoire and then she glared at her. "I'll talk to you if you move out of the way. I'll put her to bed and I can tell you something I know. But you have to keep it quiet."

Histoire nods. "Fine, seems fair... Please don't take too much time."

She moved out of the way.

Molly cleared her throat. "Oh believe me, I won't. You should know my record by now." She walks into her house as the security system detects Molly and lets them in. "You may as well "float" inside and take a seat in the living room. I won't be long." She then heads to the bedroom, still carrying Purple on her back.

Histoire did as told and took a seat on the couch of the place, all while still seating in her Tome... So it was a bit self serving in a way.

Meanwhile, Molly was putting Purple on the bed.

Molly gently laid Purple onto the bed.

"Now, I'm NOT going to strip you and put you in PJ's. Like you did me. I'm going to let you sleep in your clothes-"

She mumbled the next bit hardly audiable. "-Just like I should to a daughter of a goddess..."

Purple was practically knocked out already. "...Zzzzzzz"

Molly offers a genuine smile that is very warm and then puts some blankets over Purple.

"Sorry, I would put a quilt on you but I don't really have the money for them right now"

Purple just starts snoring lightly, not really hearing what she is being told.

Molly giggles.

"Just like 'her'..."

She shakes her head and heads to the living room, closing the doors as she did so - Maximum privacy and all that.

"Computer, set sound proofing to one hundred percent for the living room. No disturbances allowed."

The computerized voice comes alive. "Understood."

Within moments the living room looked like a warm yet slightly cold, in a way, version of Planeptune's own Basilicom living room.

Histoire hummed in amusement. "...I never get tired of seeing that... Just helps me remember we're in the most Advanced Nation"

Molly rose an eyebrow slightly.
"'Advanced' to a point."

Histoire nodded. "In technology, yes, Anyways, Neptune arrived to the Basilicom and started banging her head with everything that came on her way - Nepgear said she encountered you before coming home, Would you happen to know anything?"

Molly's eyes glitter with a familiar glow, reminiscent of a powerful entity's glow.

"I do. In fact, I won't say this to Purple... But, I have all the suspicion that Neptune is actually... Well, it's more than obvious to me, but maybe not you."

Histoire motioned to Molly. "I'm listening"

She seemed like she didn't want to miss the plot twist of today's story in her life.

Molly sighed. "To put it mildly, Neptune is hiding something from you."

Histoire shook her head. "...Is she robbing that pudding store again?"

Molly slightly smiles.

"If only it were that easy."

Histoire blinked a bit as she felt uneasy. "Easy? Easy!?" She began to flail her arms about. "I had to pay for all her damages and food robbed!"

Molly growled. "And who do you think had to replenish the stores supplies?"

Histoire stopped at that. "..."

"Please continue"

Molly hummed. "Thank you. Now, Neptune has never really been a... "easy" person to deal with. The first time I met her I gave her a wide birth, as you are aware. Thing is... I have accurate information to detect that Purple is in fact Neptune's 'daughter'. The information in my scouter and everything I have points to this fact. Thing is, I'm not one hundred percent sure Lady Nepgear would know this. Only Neptune."
Molly sighs.

"Besides that, I don't think getting them back to see one another is a good idea. Keeping them seperate seems to be doing a good enough job."

Histoire seemed to process this for quite a few minutes before, "NEPTUNE!"

Molly blinks, seemingly unfazed. "Shout again, in my house, and I'll personally be the sole one responsible for killing a Tome."

Histoire was uneasy again. Not a nice feeling. "Sorry, it's just that, from all the stupidities she could commit...a daughter, and she...she...ignored her completely-"

Molly tilted her head. "and you're suprised?

Molly rose an eyebrow.

Histoire looked out the window for a moment. "I thought she would at least care somewhat for her own blood, I mean, When she returned from the Ultradimension she spent a lot of time with Nepgear to 'Make it up' to her. But...to think...that explains her weird mumblings of "How could I forget?" or "I'm an idiot"..."

Molly sighed loudly. "Perhaps it would be wise if I spoke to Neptune. On her own. With no-where for her to hide."

Histoire nodded slowly. "I can make sure she'll stay in the Basilicom and I can get Nepgear out, It'll be the living room just for the two of you."

Molly nods slowly.

"I'll tell Purple that I'm going out for a meeting. I don't think she'll mind. I just have to understand Neptune's point in this. After all, if my information is correct - of which I am almost certain it is, given her reactions to Purple, then I would like to know why she is avoiding her." Molly hummed.

Histoire nodded again. "Okay, I'll start covering the windows with reinforced metal to assure she won't escape, and I'll call Lowee and ask Rom and Ram to invite Nepgear to play with them."

Molly stood up slowly. "Sounds like a plan. Speaking of Lowee, how has Lady White Heart been? I haven't seen her since... Well, since I got here really."

Histoire smiled. "All fine, ever since she acquired her Next Form in the latest world threat event, she has been handling about the double of quests than before, Giving her more Shares"

Molly walked to her kitchen. "As can be expected, really." She was still well within earshot.

Histoire put a finger to her lip. "...And like that, more excuses to take breaks and work on that Novel..."

Molly chuckled.

"Same old Blanc then. Nice to hear."

Histoire lowered her hand. "Rom and Ram read a part of it, it was so bad they drew on it, had it not been for C-Sha, I'm sure Blanc would have killed them both..."

Molly nodded. "That's something I guess. Anything else to report? I'm going to get back in communication with Time Traveller soon. It's almost time I did. I send him reports every so often and he replies most often than not with: "Are you EVER going to settle down?" To which I said, recently..."

She sighed. "Probably not, but now I've met Purple, she seems to be honest enough to try and help me. So, I'm willing to help her."

Histoire hummed. I see...maybe she can be a good excuse to settle down?"

To be Continued in chapter 7!