Chapter 30: To Win a Tournament
Tuesday July 5th, 20XX After school
"She's… still asleep?" Even looking down at the comatose body, Ren did not really believe it himself. Afterall, by the time they had escaped her dungeon yesterday she had already been asleep. Now, almost a full day later… she was still sleeping.
"It would seem so…" Yusuke replied, a hint of impatience in the boy's voice. Besides himself, only Yusuke and Sumire had come to check on Futaba today. Everyone would want to talk to her once she was awake, but until then, they did not need to come stare at her unconsciousness body.
Even Ren felt slightly uncomfortable staring down at her. It would have been different if it was a hospital room, but in her own personal room, things were awkward.
"Well, your… Doctor friend checked on her and said she would be fine." Sumire said with a bite. Ren could have sworn he caught a glare from Sumire before the glare from her glasses hid her eyes.
She had openly gaped at Takemi when Sumire had seen her yesterday. That was only natural, the doctor dressed in an unusual style, but ever since then, Sumire had been sending him dubious glances.
"So, Yusuke," Ren asked, trying to divert the girl. "Why are you here? I thought that you had a painting to do for school or something?"
"Hmm? Ahh… Yes…" The boy answered warily, but his eyes kept flitting back to Futaba.
Yusuke's answer was strange enough for Sumire to get distracted and turn her frown to the tall artist. "Well, maybe you should get started on that?"
"Ah, yes…"
Ren shared a concerned glance with Sumire. Yusuke was starting to act weird. Well, weirder than usual. Weird to the point he had been when pursuing Ann.
"Yusuke… you aren't… after anything from Futaba, are you?"
"A-After anything? N-No, perish the thought! I merely considered the slight chance that she would awaken from her slumber and grace us with an explanation."
Again, Ren and Sumire shared suspicious looks. Ren felt an odd protectiveness for the comatose girl. She was Sojiro's daughter, but it was more than that. She had been failed and victimized more viciously than any of them. Ren wanted her to have the chance to live a safe life for once. She had earned that a dozen times over.
"An explanation about what?" Sumire asked politely.
"You have to ask!?" Yusuke practically gaped at her. Then with grandiose hand gestures he dove into the telling. "Why, the moment she awoke to the power of her persona!"
Ren could not repress the groan; he knew what was coming.
"The young maiden, fragile yet imperious has her demeanor broken by the metallic tentacles that encase her body. Each one encircles a different limb, her arms, her torso, her legs. Slowly, so she has time to process what is happening, they lift her up into the gaping maw from which they came from!"
Yusuke continued in a frenzy, completely oblivious to the Sumire's icy gaze that should have frozen the room.
"Yet, in the face of the terror, she does not scream! No, the maiden firms her resolve and faces the terror head on. Oh, who can say what happened inside the flying disk? What did she have to endure to claim its power? What did she have to sacrifice? Ahh, the contrast makes my heart throb with passion! The thin defenseless girl, the hulking, dominating machine! So different, yet which one is the master? Something about it stirs the blood in a way I have not felt since I first saw Ann!"
Yupp, that was what Ren had been afraid of. But… analyzing Yusuke's words… it was not as bad as it could have been? Maybe it was just a tame artist reaction. He had agreed to join them to find new scenes that would reinvigorate his painting urge. On the other hand, if this led to anything like the situation with Ann, Yusuke would not have to worry about finding enough money for food once Sojiro was done with the boy.
Sumire's glare had gotten even colder. "Oh, do enlighten me Yusuke. What exactly are you going to ask Futaba?"
"To describe her feelings while it happened of course!" The boy sounded affronted that he had not made that much clear already. "She could not have known about persona before accepting the contract. Was their fear when she was grabbed? How much was she ready to sacrifice for its power?"
"You little…" Ren grabbed Sumire before he would have to explain a Yusuke-sized hole in the wall.
"But I thought you were pursuing true-beauty, Yusuke?" Ren asked the boy desperately. Whatever one could call Futaba's awakening, Ren doubted anyone would describe it as that.
"I am," Yusuke nodded. His enthusiasm had dampened, a small frown growing on his face. "But that pursuit has gotten me nowhere. I thought that we would have had a chance to… but no matter."
Ren almost felt bad about the glance Yusuke sent him. He had told Yusuke he would try to help when he had time. But the boy lived far away, and Ren did not have a lot of time.
"As such, an artist must pursue his inspirations. Furthermore! After laying awake yesterday, I finally came to a conclusion. What could be true love more than a girl willing to do everything possible to remember the mother that loved her, not a monster imprinted on her?"
The tension went out of Sumire's shoulders that Ren had been gripping on to. "At least your motives are somewhat pure."
"I do not understand."
Of course the boy did not. Ren was about to suggest leaving the room when he found another person glaring at him. "Should I be worried waking up to three people in my room?"
"Futaba!" Sumire threw herself on the girl, drawing her into a tight hug appropriate for family members.
"Eek!" Futaba's back went ramrod straight, any remaining blood leaving her face. "N-No way! I died and was reborn as a Bard with maxed Charisma!? No, kill me again, I can't handle this!"
That statement neatly broke the ice. Letting out a low chuckle, Ren informed Futaba of the unfortunate reality. "I am afraid you survived."
Yusuke of course, choose this moment to begin speaking. Putting his hands forward, he closed one eye and stared through the square his fingers formed. The way he did when visualizing a painting.
"Ah, how surreal. If only the sun was beating through the window, the dawn greeting the reunited sisters, their long flowing hair twin banners of ruby and opal. Both sparkling with their own beauty!"
Nothing Ren could have done would have made Sumrie release faster than that. She had a stricken expression as she glanced between Futaba and the rambling artist.
Futaba's lips quivered with embarrassment. "If you don't leave, I'll scream for Sojiro."
Her pointed glance at Ren told him that he was the only reason that she had not done so already. Ren nodded in agreement. "Can we bring you anything? Water, ramen, or—"
"Curry!" Futaba demanded, jumping slightly. She made to push herself all the way up but when her nose ducked toward her armpit she sniffed, and her nose crinkled.
"We will meet you at LeBlanc," Ren suggested.
Receiving a grateful nod from Futaba, Ren led the other two from the room. Once there, he gave Sumire a light tap on the head. "Wrong Sumi. You are Sumi-re, not Ka-sumi."
"S-Sorry," the girl coloured. Then she glared at Yusuke again. "He is at least half to blame though!"
"M-Me!?" Yusuke replied with affront. "How can that be!? I was merely admiring the sight!"
Ren sighed and continued on. With how vocal Ryuji was, he sometimes forgot how many problems any of the thieves could cause when left alone. Maybe with the exception of Haru. She at least was mature.
Tuesday July 5th, 20XX After school
Futaba washed herself slowly. She had not been unhygienic per se, but the hot water felt completely different. There was an entirely new layer of sense to it. As if every time she had been washing before had been through a haze, a slight numbness to everything that dimmed the clarity of the experience.
A small giggle escaped Futaba's lips as she sent the flow of water down her head. A warmth encased her body that felt like a brand-new sensation. Finishing up, Futaba could not help gazing around. Everything looked brighter. Even as it did… Futaba recognized the disorder. There was dirt and patches of uncleanliness everywhere. The house had an abandoned, haunted feel to it.
"This is… my fault." Futaba's good mood collapsed a little. The house had decayed around her without her noticing. How had Sojiro felt, practically alone in here?
Dressing quickly, Futaba pulled at her undershirt and tank top. They fell loosely around her. She had not grown at all since she had bought these with her mother. Simple facts like this had alluded her all this time. As she dressed, Futaba examined her arm. It was pasty white and thin. Very, very thin. To an alarming degree. She had decayed past the point that anyone would consider her cute and entered the definition of sickly.
Exiting the house, Futaba gaped. The sun… when did it get so hot? Sweating, a part of Futaba wanted to go back inside, her cool air conditioning that kept her room at a perfect 20 degrees always. The other, stronger part forced her feet on. She could not believe that this was the outside world. It was… amazing. The sounds of the city, the vibrancy of the world.
Futaba could barely remember why she had stayed inside so much. There was a new desire building in her. She had mostly been joking about being born a bard but… she wanted to go on an adventure. She wanted to see places. To be present physically.
Almost in a daze, Futaba's feet traced the route that had been implanted into her memory. She had once walked this every day. That had been sharply reduced when Futaba started only visiting to touch up her spying devices. After encountering Ren in LeBlanc, she had not been back.
Before she could think, the chimes were tinkling as she opened the glass door to the café. As usual, it was deserted. An old couple were eating supper at the table, besides them Sojiro stood behind the counter and the three that had been in her room were sitting at the counter with a cat. Entering the store, Futaba ignored Sojiro's shocked look and grabbed a stool beside the boy, Ren.
There was a strange sense of guilt and familiarity there. Futaba remembered talking to him. Even when the others had scared her, Futaba felt a sense of comfort at Ren's presence.
When Futaba sat down, Ren pushed a fresh plate of curry to her without a word. She nodded gratefully and took up the chopsticks. Staying silent, she dug in. The flavours exploded in her mouth. It was rich, almost too rich. Had anything ever tasted this good?
Unable to control herself, Futaba began scarfing down the food at an ever increasing rate. Mixing the two halves together, they soared down her gullet in an explosion of texture and spice. Futaba could not care how she looked.
"Whoa… Even Kasumi would struggle to match that rate of eating."
"A truly prodigious appetite…"
The comments of the others did not touch Futaba until she let the empty plate fall to the counter with a clang. Only Ren and Sojiro had stayed silent. She wondered if they knew they were wearing the same proud and happy look.
"That was good." Leaning on the counter, Futaba felt her burst of energy fade. She had been fed, it was time for bed again. One full day was not nearly long enough. She wanted to sleep for a week, no a month.
"It's… good to see you." Sojiro turned away to hide the tear that he wiped from his eye. Futaba wanted to tease him about it but… there was a burning sensation in her own eyes. It was just the spices. Sojiro had forgotten the correct mixture, it was too hot now. Yes, that was it.
"I am glad you got better."
Ren's words were a whisper audible for only her ears. Yes, the curry had really been too hot. "Water." She demanded hoarsely.
Turning away from them to drink it, Futaba managed to wipe her eyes without them noticing. She did not want them thinking she could not handle her spice. Sojiro simply made it hotter than any sane person could eat.
Sojiro actually let out a sniff. A sniff! If he started bawling, Futaba would have to pretend to cry so to not completely embarrass him. Those things were more acceptable if both people were crying at least.
"If the two of you want to talk in my room upstairs…" Ren began.
Futaba shook her head frantically. "What are you talking about? We live together, we talk every day."
"…Right."
"That we do." Sojiro agreed. "Do you want another plate, Futaba?"
"I… would like that. Thank you… Sojiro." Having this exchange, Futaba did not know how long it had been since she spoke to him face-to-face. How long it had been since she had stared him in the eyes. He looked older now.
How much time has been stolen from me?
Futaba could barely remember. The memories of the days were a red haze of fear. Constantly waiting for the images to return and torment her. Now that the threats were behind her and Futaba was sure they would not return, that whole time felt fuzzy. A part of her life that had been stolen. An attempt to steal her entire life.
Digging into the second plate of curry, Futaba made a promise to herself. She would not lose any more time. She would figure out what she wanted to do, and she would do it.
Wednesday July 6th, 20XX After school
Landing on one foot, Kasumi arched her back and her left leg until her toes touched her head, her right hand extending and catching a hoop that she had seen from the corner of her eye. Holding the position, Kasumi straightened her back and leg to a straight line, forming a horizontal plank perpendicular to her right leg still touching the ground.
"Stop!" Hiraguchi growled.
Letting herself return to standing, Kasumi frowned at her coach. "There is still another movement? Why did you stop it?"
"Your face is fit to make children cry, girl. Far from winning anything, you'll get security called on you."
Kasumi bristled. "I'll add the smile during the performance. I always do, you know that."
"What I know is that what you said is an excuse for amateurs. You want to go pro? Start acting like one."
The coach's words stung, but Kasumi struggled to accept it. It was one of the things she most disliked about the sport she had fallen in love with. Some people thought the outfits overly sexualized, but Kasumi loved the leotards and how gracefully one could move in them. What she hated was the smiling. People were supposed to be awed by her routine, not the expression she had on her face.
For not the first time, Kasumi wished she loved something like ice hockey. No one would care what her face looked like while she plastered an opponent into boards with a satisfying crunch.
Eventually, Kasumi nodded. "I'll do it again from the top."
"Three days," Hiraguchi reminded Kasumi. "Saturday evening you perform once. Rest of the tournament is Sunday."
"I know that." Kasumi bit back. There was no way to forget. She had been chosen for this tournament. She had beat out the rest of the club, her sister included to get the only spot they were offered.
You.
That had been the answer Kasumi had received upon asking if anyone notable would be at this tournament. It was an answer that filled her with bitterness. She had nowhere to go but down right now. She was on top of a ridge that people were staring up at. For Kasumi however, that ridge was far below the summit she could vaguely see in the distance.
She had to shake off the other girls' clawing hands and advance to that summit. Sumire would meet her there, Kasumi was sure of that now. Her sister had found her support. Together they would climb the final ascent, pushing each other up faster.
For now, though, Kasumi had to survive this tournament. Survive and prove her greatness to the Japanese pro leagues. She was too young this year, but in four years, she would be on the Olympic team, she had to be.
Fixing the smile in place, Kasumi began the routine again. Limber muscles and loose tendons flexed and bent her limbs in impossible shapes as she slid, jumped, and twirled around the stage. Tosses and somersaults, she was perfect. All of it was done with a smile of bared teeth.
After the ninety seconds passed and the music faded, light applause met her. "Really well done. That was a professional routine."
Kasumi felt only momentary pride. "Thank you, coach. The third sequence was a little sloppy. The throw was a little low and I had to adjust the speed to catch it high enough. Good enough for this weekend, but not the world stage."
After a moment, Hiraguchi nodded reluctant agreement. "True. Not a professional medalling performance. Your feet were slightly out of alignment in the second pass as well. You still have a mastery at an age where most girls are struggling to learn advanced throws and encountering flexibility issues. Neither of which you have."
"They will catch up though," Kasumi replied quietly. "So I must continue advancing. Let me go through the ribbon routine. I still can't get the circles as uniform as Sumire can."
Huraguchi sighed, but nodded changing the song on the radio. "You have the heart of a champion… I just hope you don't burn out."
Kasumi could not tell if she had been meant to hear the whispered words. It did not matter. She added them to the flame burning inside her. A bottomless passion. She would conquer this sport and nothing would stop Kasumi.
And then?
Kasumi ignored the question that entered her thoughts more and more recently. It was a problem for a later date. Right now, she was honing herself as close to perfection as she could manage. No, not close to it, she would become perfection.
Friday July 8th, 20XX After school
"Why do I have to be here?"
Futaba's whining was nothing new to Ren. He took it as a matter of course at this point. Of course, the girl did have a point. They were all gathered in LeBlanc, textbooks open and being analyzed with notebooks. Oddly, the two people who had begged for this to be arranged were the only two not actively studying. Besides Futaba who was not currently attending school.
"So, you will see how fun school is and want to go back." Ren replied only slightly sarcastically. Slightly.
Futaba snorted and shifted on her stool. Her knees were tucked beneath her chin, a position anyone older than a young child should have found impossible to enter. Even Sumire was likely too large to manage it. Not that she was taller than Futaba but… Ren cut off that line of thinking. Math, that was what needed his focus.
Futaba, however, had other ideas as she poked him with her foot.
When Ren glanced over at her, the girl was looking around LeBlanc, apparently not even realizing what she had done. Frowning, Ren turned back to the math. Yes, he remembered now, the sine of the angle is equal to the ratio of the opposite side length over the hypotenuse. Therefore, the angle can be found as the inverse sine of the ratio. Another poke.
Head whipping to the side, Ren frowned at the girl, it had been too hard to not be deliberate, but she still had that same bored expression on her face. No, the corners of her mouth twitched. Her eyes did not have the glazed look of boredom. They stared too intently at nothing.
"Do you need something?"
"Hmm? No, do you need something from me?"
The girl was as devious as Kasumi, but in a completely different manner. The chances of Ren getting anything productive done here was minimal. Putting down his pencil in disgust, Ren looked around the table. Almost as he did so, the still moving nibs came to a halt. Faces once intent on studying for exams looked at him and waited.
"Are we finally going to start?" Ryuji growled sullenly.
"Start what?" Ren replied. "You were the one that wanted to study. You could try doing it."
Ryuji gave him such a dead-panned look that Ren started growing self-conscious. "You guys just wanted an excuse to come over and meet Futaba."
The stares grew more intense, but no one said anything. Futaba's back had straightened somewhat. Her gaze changing from hunter to hunted. Her eyes were pleading as they fell on Ren.
Sighing, Ren stood up and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. It was all bone and sinew, no muscle or fat. Hiding a wince, he spoke to the group. "Sure, why don't we go upstairs and introduce ourselves. I'm sure Futaba would like to thank everyone for their help."
"Urgh!" The girl flinched away from his contact and pouted up at him.
Ren leaned down and whispered to her. "You shouldn't kick people."
"Grr…" The girl grumped like a small child. "If I told Sojiro about this…"
Ren poked her. "And don't threaten people. Come on, up the stairs." She growled but did not fight his prodding. It was like he had picked up a little sister. A step-sister, but still a female relative that he needed to figure out. It had only been a few days, but Ren had already encountered her more in that time than in all the months before. Eating curry for breakfast together, getting teased when he showered at the house. He thought that they were starting to understand each other. A little anyway.
Ren was also starting to understand why Sojiro was wrapped around her finger. She has a hard girl to stand up to. Ren had to consistently remind himself that she could do things by herself and that doing them would not kill her, regardless of how innocent she looked.
Futaba sat herself on Ren's bed, pulling her knees up to her chin and glaring at him again. Ren ignored the expression and took a chair instead. One of the others could sit next to her and get to know her. That was apparently why they were all here. It was Sumire who claimed the spot, sending a wary glare to Yusuke who had been moving to doing the same. The boy backed off to the wall with a grimace.
"So, Futaba, I'm Ann!" The cheerful blond greeted Futaba, sticking out a friendly hand for a shake.
"Uhh… Hi."
From there things descended into odd greetings. They had all met before, but most of their meetings were in strange situations. Even when Futaba had been forced to join the study session below, she had only nodded to them. Now, she was forced to endure greeting after greeting. Ren's initial happiness at seeing the girl being forced to interact with people slowly dwindled as Futaba's hunted expression grew worse and worse.
In the middle of Ryuji's greetings and casual words about how strong the shadows in her palace were, Futaba scampered across the bed, got off, and hid behind Ren's chair. The girls glared at Ryuji like it was his fault. Ann went so far as giving him a sharp jab in the ribs.
Ren coughed. "Maybe it would be best for Futaba to get used to us in small groups?"
"Why do I get no say in the matter?" Futaba whined.
Ren blinked at that. She had a point. He had assumed that she would become friends with them and join the phantom thieves when she was ready. Her persona clearly had unique and powerful abilities. However, she was a young girl who was recovering from extremely traumatic events.
"That… is up to you." Ren finally agreed. "You know who we are, as long as you stay silent on the matter, you can go your own way."
"I-I didn't say I don't want to get to know you…"
Ren had no idea what to say. The girl was more mercurial than Sumire and made sense less than half as often. She claimed she had no reason to get to know them and then said that she would not mind doing so? Confusing did not begin to describe it. Anymore of this and Ren would have a headache.
"A-Anyway!" Makoto interjected. "We should make a plan to get to know her then!"
"Oh, but we need a goal!" Ryuji added.
"Yeah!" Ann agreed eagerly. "With a deadline as well!"
"Ergh!?" Futaba made a strangled noise. Ren had the feeling the girl was now completely hidden behind him.
"The beach?" Ryuji made a suggestion. It had a practiced tone to Ren though. They couldn't have prepared this advance… could they?
"Oh, that sounds great!" Ann agreed with a frantic nod.
Oh yes, they had prepared it all. Closing his eyes, Ren did feel bad for Futaba now as her summer plans were laid out with no input from the girl.
Saturday July 9th, 20XX Evening
The sun beat down on Ren as he approached the stadium. It was old, but also a decent size. Ren had been unsure what to expect when he received the address of where to go. However, there were a good number of people milling about in the entranceway. The girls that would be competing were easy to recognize with their tracksuits and pulled back hair. Some of them had a person beside them that screamed coach. Where there were groups of younger girls, one coach seemed to supervise all of them.
The whole thing had a unique atmosphere about it. Ren wondered if all sporting events were like this. Either way, it was exciting. Although Ren had told him not to, Morgana had poked his head out and was looking around.
"Whoa, this is awesome! I guess there are girls of all ages competing!"
"Keep your head down." Ren growled. Morgana was right of course. It seemed though, that Kasumi's group was the oldest. Highschool seemed to be the limit. Ren did not know why that would be.
As he walked some of the multiple women started to whisper. If he was a conceited person, Ren would have assumed it was about him. Knowing better, though, he turned his head and found a familiar figure stalking through the crowd.
Following in beside the man, Ren greeted them. "Goro."
"Ren." The detective replied just as flatly. Sharing an oblique side-long look, they matched each other step-for-step.
"I am surprised you would show up for Kasumi's tournament."
"Me?" Goro laughed lightly, a forced sound. "She invited me."
"I as well." Ren did not need to mention that the actual message had been: Come to my tourney! Sumi will be there with my parents ;)
"Oh?" The detective gave Ren an amused smile. "I suppose she must be worried if she requires both of us to cheer for her. Or maybe your presence is to make it more fair…?"
Ren struggled to match his smile to the detective's. He could make a stone yell. Worse was the disruption they were causing. The athletes were one hundred percent female. Along with them came mothers and sisters, and what were likely older women that had once played. If Ren guessed, the female to male ratio was between three to one and four to one. Those female gazes tracked Akechi, remarking on how handsome and cute the young detective is.
Getting to the ticket desk, Ren reached into his pocket for a one-thousand yen note. Before he could pull it out, Akechi had already contemptuously thrown a few notes on the table and said in a saccharine voice. "Two tickets please. Weekend passes."
Ren could not say no at this point. Instead, he tried to match Goro's smile. "Why thank you, but you must let me buy you a refreshment."
"Oh, no, that is not necessary."
Ren thought the detective's smile had twitched somewhat, but they stood there grinning like fools at each other. At least Ren hoped his was still a smile and not bared teeth.
"Oh my, are those two-"
"They are so cute together… Do you think they are bi? I wouldn't mind getting between them."
Just from the comments Ren heard his ears slowly turned red. The detective was hardly doing better, his once happy grin had frozen, and a mixture of outrage and horror shone in his reddish eyes.
Taking their tickets, the two fled into the competition venue. Insid, the doors was a greeting space. Stalls were set up selling food and accessories relating to gymnastics. A forgetful athlete could buy anything from new props, shoes, to even competition outfits. As they entered though, the intercom turned on.
"The welcome ceremony will begin shortly. Audience members, please continue to the stands."
Taking another side-long glance, Ren met Goro's stare and shrugged. The detective did the same. Calling a truce, they walked together to the stairs that would lead them to the viewing stands. Jostling the crowd, Ren did not get a good view of the venue until they reached the top of the stairs.
"Whoa…" Morgana gasped. Ren jostled the cat but secretly agreed. The stadium was really showing its age. The roof had beams that looked ready to collapse. If you ignored that, however, it made for an impressive sight. The stands had the largest viewing area here where they had come out facing the largest and highest of the stages.
On the primary stage, a temporary podium was set up with a man standing behind it and a woman to either side. On the ground behind them were a line of athletes. Ren's eyes went past Kasumi once before recognizing the girl. His jaw loosened when he did. Beautiful felt like too simple an adjective. She was dressed in a sparkling leotard of blue, contrasting a ribbon of red that held her hair up in a tight bun that sat on top of her head.
As the shock finally wore off, Ren took a glance at the other stages. Further back, there was seating for people who wanted a better look at them. It was easy to imagine how the organizers had decided on things. The younger and less important competitions would take place on the smaller stages while the strongest event would be centered for all to see.
"Come on," Akechi growled pulling at Ren's sleeve. "Stop making those love-struck eyes and let's find a seat."
Love-struck!? Ren wanted to growl. Something about the detective just brought out Ren's competitive streak. He did not think he minded losing. He certainly was not someone who raged and threw a fit upon defeat but… he felt it might be different against Akechi.
"No need to sound so jealous." It was not until the words were out of Ren's mouth that he thought they may be true. The detective did sound a little peeved earlier.
Goro's head whipped around to stare down Ren. They were the only two left standing in the audience, glaring at each other. Morgana made whispers about sitting down, but Ren could not hear him.
"Jealous am I? We will see about that."
Suddenly the tension was gone, and the detective was walking again. Ren followed and they grabbed seats. However, Ren could still feel people's gazes clinging to them. Curious onlookers and admiring women.
As the man behind the podium began to speak, Ren took a brief glance at Goro and found the detective doing the same. Gaze snapping forward, Ren shifted as he thought about Goro's earlier words. Certainly, the detective's life was numerous times easier. Born with good looks and a sharp mind, he had likely never struggled once. He likely found Ren contrasting his views to be mortifying and was waiting until he could tell Ren how he had been correct.
Shifting in place, the words of the opening ceremony passed over his head. Something about welcome and celebrating the great athleticism of the gathered girls and women. It ended on a request to please stay in your seat while a routine was going on and only move between dances. An easy enough request.
Leaning back in his chair, Ren waited for Kasumi's routine. He wondered what it would be like. Sumire had always talked about how amazing Kasumi was and how she could never match her older brown-haired sibling.
"Se-n-PAI!" With tons of warning, Ren only turned and smiled at the girl that had ambushed him. Into the empty seat beside him, Sumire sat, her face beaming with excitement. "You showed up!"
"Of course I did." Ren replied. "I said I would be here."
"That you did!" Sumire settled into the chair's edge; her shoulder pressed neatly against his. Ren could not help but take side-long glances at her. She was of course always pretty, but Sumire had put on make-up today. Covering small blemishes, it was hard to notice, but it accented her red eyes making them even more vivid beneath her glasses. She had also changed from her school uniform into tight leggings and a sleeveless red top. Just looking at her made Ren's hands go clammy.
"Why hello there. I do not believe we have been introduced. My name is Akechi Goro. I am the detective that worked with your sister." Smiling, Goro leaned forward so he could turn and look at Sumire. He wore a wide grin on his face and appeared the picture of innocence.
"Oh… yes, I saw the interview… Umm, I'm Yoshizawa Sumire." She shook the detective's hand, a slight tinge colouring her cheeks.
When she tried to release and pull away, Akechi held on and lowered his mouth, lightly brushing her fingers. "It is easy to see why Kasumi is so protective of you. A beautiful flower must be kept safe."
A pointed glance at Ren implied that he was one of the things Sumire should be protected from. But Ren could barely process anything anymore. There was a loud roaring sound in his ears. Uncaring who saw, he glared at the detective. His right hand flexed into a fist and stayed tense, quivering from the force of his grip.
"Uhh… T-Thank you…" Sumire looked confused as she took her hand back. "W-Well, I just came to say hello, m-my parents are expecting me. Bye!"
Neither Ren nor Akechi watched her leave. Ren glared at Goro who smirked back. Tapping his lips with one finger, Akechi's face became quizzical. "So which one do you think will be the best in the end? A man who plays it safe would play both sides so that he always comes out on top."
Ren had never wanted to punch a person more in his life than right now. Even the man that had gotten him arrested did not make Ren feel this burning anger. Clenching his teeth for a moment, Ren repressed his desire to lash out. When Ren was sure he would not get himself arrested again, he smirked as he delivered his response. "I'm more of a gambler. Don't like to play it safe."
"Oh? So you want to make a bet?" Akechi smiled back at him.
Ren raised an eyebrow. "On what?"
"On what I said of course." Akechi's smile did not even twitch. It did not reach his eyes; they were still frozen rage.
"Then Sumire." Ren replied. "She may not match her sister right now, but she is growing very fast."
"The feel of her has addled your mind," Akechi's voice was derisive. "You will see shortly the difference in caliber of the two sisters."
Ren's hands twitched, fists clenching tighter. He had to stare at the arena where the first girls were warming up for the one routine they would perform today. There was no perfect detective in his voice now. If those fawning girls had heard him talk they would be running in the other direction.
"You don't deserve Kasumi." Ren spoke, voice harsher than he wanted. If this kept going, it would be him revealing to the police who the phantom thieves were.
"And you don't deserve Sumire," the detective laughed lowly, but there was no amusement in it. Ren got the impression that he as well was talking to the arena.
Ren had no reply to that. Numerous answers flitted through his head, but the detective beside him deserved none of them. There had been no wager associated to the bet they had made, but it had a sense of finality to it. If it wouldn't have felt like conceding something, Ren would have stalked away from the detective. Thesis and antithesis may be necessary, but Ren was not sure how long he could stand being next to the obnoxious man.
A hand on his shoulder ended that. "Hey, Ren, we have an extra seat, my parents would like to talk to you."
Turning to Sumire, Ren gave her a smile and nodded. Standing up, he made a step to leave before pausing. As if the detective was an afterthought, he turned back to say his goodbyes. "Enjoy the competition."
"It is not much of a competition when you know the outcome."
Now why did that sound like it had more than one meaning. Somehow feeling like he had ended up losing their odd struggle, Ren followed Sumire further up the rafters. He would have thought they would be lower to get a better view of Kasumi.
"What was that?" Sumire whispered when they had gotten away from Akechi. "I was getting scared just approaching close enough to touch you."
Ren made a noncommittal sound in his throat. "We just don't get along very well. Lots of differing opinions."
"Then don't sit together?" Sumire replied like he was an idiot. Looking at it from her perspective, Ren assumed he was. It was not that easy, however.
"I can hardly ignore the detective trying to catch us. Even if we don't get along, as long as he does not suspect what I really am, I can't make him suspicious."
Sumire had no reply to that.
Shortly, Ren wished that he had been paying attention to where he had been going. Familiar faces were seated before him. Even worse, they were smiling at him. Swallowing, Ren made a polite bow. "Mr. Yoshizawa, Mrs. Yoshizawa. Thank you for the invitation."
"Oh, sit down before the first girl starts", an older woman on the end admonished him.
"That's grandma," Sumire whispered into his ear before pushing Ren into the chair beside Shinichi.
Dead. I am so dead. Sitting stiffly, Ren faced toward the stage. He really was just in time. Practice runs were done. The oldest group of girls was preparing to start. The first one had taken the stage.
The girl took to a corner of the stage and paused; arms raised with a ribbon dangling from her right hand. When she did a voiced sounded on the loudspeaker. "The first routines are now starting. On the main stage we have…"
Once the three were announced, more localized speakers played their different songs. If Ren focused, he could pick up faint tones of the others, but this far to one side, the main stage song dominated. Also, with how high they were, and with a central seat that had a straight on view of the stage, he could see everything about it. Clearly the Yoshizawa's were experts about choosing good viewing locations.
With the girl performing, Sumire's father could not ask him any questions. It was only a temporary respite. With the number of girls to perform, there would likely only be a minute between routines if that. Still, Ren's back was straight. He realized suddenly that his nervousness was not just from the fact that their daughter spent a night on his bed. He wanted them to like him.
When they thought Sojiro had been abusing him, they had offered Ren a room in their home. Ren wanted to live up to their expectations. He wanted to show that he was a good senpai for their girls.
Ren was still sorting through his emotions when the routine was over. The music concluded, the girl bowing and scuttling off stage. A few people cheered openly, but most only gave a smattering of applause.
"Umm, was she good?" Ren whispered to Sumire.
"I danced a better ribbon at ten."
She sounded offended. Ren smiled at that. This confidence was new-found. Or maybe it had been limited to rhythmic gymnastics. Somehow, Ren was sure that this answer was far different than what she would have said in April.
"Poor girl," Sumire's grandmother sighed from the other side of the Yoshizawa's. "Still coming into her height clearly."
"I thought it was quite nice," Sumire's mother added in that overly polite tone that would have hurt the subject more than any insult.
"Please ladies," Shinichi winced. "Keep your opinions about the other girls to yourself."
It was a statement that had a feeling of rote to it. Ren got the impression that the man said it often. Based on the stares he received, it was listened to not at all. Ren was getting better at recognizing that expression. Women had a particular mastery for it. Nothing about their expression was derisive, they listened calmly, but you could still tell that they would not heed a single word of what you said.
"So…" Ren felt everyone look at him once he had spoken. Unable to stop it there, he completed his question. "How are these routines judged?"
Smiles coated their faces. Sumire's mother and grandmother shared a look that contained far too much knowing for Ren's comfort. They could not know anything about him, but those looks said otherwise. But the question was out. Sumire eagerly jumped in then. The explanation quickly had Ren's head spinning with math. Impressions, errors, routine difficulty. There had to have been a better way to explain it, but she jumped all over the place and the others interjected comments on finer points of the rules that only made it worse.
Ren was grateful for the silence when the second routine started.
The evening continued in that matter. A routine happened, polite clapping followed it. Then the rule breakdown and explanations about what she had lost points for. Then it repeated. The only difference was when Morgana would voice a complaint from his bag. Ren felt bad for the cat, but he had recommended Morgana stay behind for this one.
Then, as the next dancer took the stage, everything changed. Ren could hear the whispers. People rapidly found chairs. Girls of all sizes flooded the available seating whispering excitedly. In moments, the number of people in the seating watching the main stage had doubled. Those on the side stages moving over for a better view. It was clear that they were expecting something special.
"It's Yoshizawa Kasumi!"
"Wow, she's so beautiful, and still so young!"
Indeed she was. Even just walking across the stage and assuming a ready position, she was different from the other girls. Her smile had a genuine beauty and happiness to it that the previous girls had not been able to match. Even from here, Ren felt like she was smiling for him. He had the feeling most of the audience had the same feeling.
"Amazing…"
"She doesn't even need to start for you to tell." Sumire agreed in a grumble.
"She has improved." That was Sumire's grandmother. She was staring like a hawk at the stage. Not even blinking, she had the appearance of someone poised on the edge of action.
Then, the routine started. When it did, Ren forgot about Sumire's grandmother. Ren forgot that he sat among Sumire and her family. Ren forgot about everything and watched.
No, he was not just watching, he experienced. His heart beat in time with the music that Kasumi moved to. The hoop in her hands was around her waist and then in the air. She spun and tumbled. Everything was in sync. They were in sync.
Just as it started, it ended. Ren blinked. His eyes were so dry it felt like he had not done so in a minute. But that was impossible, the routine started just a few seconds ago. No… shaking his head, Ren marvelled and joined the audience in their frantic clapping. Ren had been curious and watched a few videos of elite level rhythmic gymnastics before coming. Those had been impressive, but in person… it changed everything.
"Hah, what did I tell you? Kasumi's better than ever. Even learned how to smile seems like." Sumire's grandmother chortled.
"You are quite correct." Sumire's mother answered. Her father was standing and clapping wildly. Even whistling notes of appreciation for Kasumi that continued even as the other cheers began to die down.
"Glad I don't have to follow that." Sumire chuckled.
Ren did not think it was a laughing matter though. Based on the differences in level that he had seen, he doubted even the next girl's parents would give any more applause than a polite meeting of hands. He thought the girl knew that as well as she took the stage with a dazed expression. If she did not focus, she would drop the ball she was carrying on her head.
"I did not expect the gap to be quite so… obvious." Ren said. He was conscious of the people around them. Some of which were undoubtedly related to the girls that had gone before Kasumi.
Sumire snorted. "Now you understand how I feel."
And Ren did. Kasumi was quite clearly heads-and-shoulders above the girls her age and even older. Ren did not think any of the girls in this tournament would be going to the world stage next, but they still cared for their sport and practiced hard. For Sumire to not feel like an utter failure beside Kasumi, she as well would have to be clearly better than her age group.
So, without thinking, Ren spoke. "I wish I could see you dance as well."
"E-EHH!?" Sumire squeaked. Her face went crimson.
Before Ren could explain, that crackling voice of Sumire's grandmother drawled. "I bet you do. Girl's ribbon routine would boil your blood!"
"Mother!" Sumire's mom scolded her, but there was no outrage in her admonition, only humour.
Even Shinichi snorted and shook his head. "Based on the events of least week, I would say she manages that without dancing."
Ren's head bowed. H did not think he managed to hide his reddening cheeks. What had Sumire told them!? He did not need to look at Sumire to tell how she was taking this. The low moans of horror being emitted were more than enough for that. Mercifully, the next routine had started. That at least would stop further comments, even if it did not wash away the memories of what had already been said.
The rest of the routines passed by in a blur, even after the bone-deep embarrassment that Sumire's family had dealt to him. Ren saw only small pieces, he could not focus on them. Besides ruminating on the embarrassment, Ren's mind also went back to Kasumi's routine. It was not like it had been in a completely different league, but when Kasumi danced she had a presence about her. A forcefulness or maybe simple confidence gave Kasumi complete command of the stage and audience.
In no time at all, Ren was blearily filing down the bleachers with the rest of the people who still watched. It was clear that at least some of the girls had gone home early. Even when they reached the main level, the bottom floor had been shuttered and accounted for perhaps half the number of people who had been here upon arrival. It was then that Ren checked his phone and realized it was nearly 10 at night.
Akechi sauntered up to him. That surprised Ren. He would have expected the lone detective to have left right after Kasumi finished. "Ren, how are you feeling now?"
Ren almost asked the detective what he meant, but then he understood. Their bet on the sisters. "Kasumi is indeed amazing, as I already knew."
That indolent smile did fade somewhat. After a brief flicker, it was back again. Even as the detective seemed to prime himself for another attack, a voice interrupted them. "You came!"
Turning, Ren could not help but smile at Kasumi who was rushing over to them. She now wore a tracksuit, her make-up washed from her face and her hair was wet from a shower and pulled in a ponytail. Somehow, she still managed to look beautiful, maybe even more so the way that she beamed at him.
Before Ren could react, she was right beside him, her right arm around his head. Grumbling, Ren staggered a step. Stunned, he accepted it and could not think about pulling away until she had released him. It was only when he was straightening his glasses that Ren noticed Akechi had been treated the exact same way.
The display had sent murmurs and mor through the people near enough to see.
"Eurgh, of course she has two boyfriends."
"Two handsome boys that probably do everything she wants? I'm so jealous."
Ren did not know how to react to this. The public display was beyond what he would have expected from even Kasumi. The girl did have the self-awareness to seem at least slightly abashed. Akechi oddly, had no expression. Not even stunned, the detective merely settled his hair as if this was a common occurrence for him.
"You danced well, sister." Sumire's voice was icy. Ren thought that she was standing closer to him than she really should have.
"Yes, the routine went well." Kasumi agreed, smile returning. Her sister's tone had no effect. Little things like rage tended to be ignored by Kasumi. "Two more tomorrow though. I will perform last in the rotation of course."
"Of course." Sumire agreed. Clearly the reason was obvious enough that everyone should know. Ren, however, did not know. "You are dancing what, clubs and ball?"
"No, ball and ribbon."
Sumire jerked like her sister had punched her. "That is… ribbon? Your ribbon is not bad and only the top two scores are taken but…"
"But the top tournaments require routines with every prop." Kasumi said firmly. "I need to compete with ribbon eventually."
Sumire winced again but eventually nodded. "I suppose it is unlikely to change the outcome."
Kasumi sniffed. "Unlikely? My ribbon is nearly world-class level I'll have you know. Unless you have improved, it is likely to equal your scores."
Sumire smiled slightly. "I look forward to seeing it."
Oddly, Kasumi smiled back. Then, that smile widened again into a beam of happiness directed past Ren. Ren thought about turning, but Shinichi was already past him and rubbing his daughter's head. "Looking good out there Kas!"
"Thanks Dad!" After that, her mother and then grandmother gave her a big hug of congratulations.
"Where is that Kochi?" The grandmother grumbled. "I'd like to talk to that woman, make sure you haven't been bothering her too much."
"Coach Hiraguchi left as soon as we talked about my routine," Kasumi answered. "She had something tonight. She will be here all day tomorrow."
Their grandmother nodded, a little sourly, Ren thought. "Very well. Now would have been a better time, but there may be time tomorrow during the celebration."
Celebration? Ren wondered. Did the woman just assume that Kasumi was going to win? Not that Ren thought it was a stretch after today, but still…
"So, you are the detective that Kasumi wrapped up, hmm? Well, your face is pretty enough, but those are the ones most likely to break a girl's heart."
"I…" For once, Akechi seemed completely lost. He started to put on that charming smile before letting it fade when thinking about what she had just said. Eventually he nodded his head and replied simply. "I am Akechi Goro. I provided aid to Ms. Kasumi here and she returned it."
The grandmother snorted. "Aid? There are only a few uses for men, and only a couple of them can be described as aid."
Ren blinked. He could not be sure, but he thought it was some sort of innuendo. About her granddaughter!? His fear and admiration for the woman rose. She was harder than iron.
Akechi appeared to have made the same conclusion, his face flushing somewhat. "I think I will depart. Thank you for the invite Kasumi. I will try to make time to come tomorrow."
"Okay, bye!"
With a small wave, the disgruntled detective departed.
When he was gone, Ren thought the worst was past. He would talk with the Yoshizawas for a few more minutes and then head out. Tomorrow would be a new and longer day of embarrassing conversations, but at least he would have survived today.
Then Sumire's grandmother spoke again. "If you have the detective, why do the two of you look like you're fighting over this one here?"
Ren wanted to disappear.
Sunday July 10th, 20XX Morning
Ren approached the convention by himself. Morgana had stayed behind, which did not surprise Ren. Morgana had been trapped in his bag the whole evening and could not even see the dances. However, Ren felt the isolation keenly and half dreaded the day, half anticipated it.
The teasing and embarrassing moments, while partly insufferable… they also had a strange warmth to them. There was no intent to injure or belittle in the words. They did not insult him, only teased. It had a sense of family to it, a family that they were including him in. For that more than anything else Ren would put up with the teasing.
Despite Ren arriving at the time school would start, the stadium was flooded. It seemed even busier than when Ren had arrived yesterday. Taking a brief scan, Ren estimated that there were more families here. Parents to watch their daughters, and siblings forced to tag along. The odd cluster of solely younger people were probably groups of friends that had shown up to cheer for the member of their group that was competing.
Flashing the pass that Akechi had bought for him, Ren winced slightly at the memory. He should have paid the detective back for that. Being indebted was never wise, especially to someone like that. Knowing Akechi, the man would demand recompense at the worst possible time.
Entering the hall proper, Ren almost smiled. He was not a fan of great groups of people, but the air in here was different from the usual crowd. In subways, it was typically depressed. People moving places out of need. Bustling streets were a blend. In the tournament hall though, excitement and eagerness predominated. People were smiling and were eager to face the day. Simply being in here lifted Ren's mood. Maybe the teasing was not so bad after all.
Most of it was simply surrounding whether Sumire and him were dating anyway. It was not a pleasant line of questioning, but what worried most about it was how Sumire deflected. If he had more of an idea on how she felt, it would be easier for him to figure out how he felt…
Of course Ren realized the irony in that, but he was not simply Sumire's friend. He was their leader in the metaverse. He was her superior and had an obligation to all of the phantom thieves to treat them equally. The whole thing was a knotty problem that Sumire must have realized as well.
Lost in thought as he was, Ren noticed nothing until someone poked him in the back. Turning around, Ren smiled when he saw Kasumi. "Hey." She was wearing the tracksuit again, but her make-up was done-up. She was ready to perform.
"You came again," she smiled broadly. Then, her eyes shone with their usual mischievous light. "But probably to spend more time with Sumire, yes?"
"Can't I want to see both of you?" Ren answered. He had once developed a fluid rapport with Kasumi. It had sort of collapsed when Kasumi had cancelled her plan to make the school accept him, but it was easy to fall into.
"Oh hoho," Kasumi's smile was terrifying. "You are a dangerous one. All the girls thought I had Akechi and you wrapped around my finger. I better be careful, or I'll wind up serving one of you."
Ren's gasp turned into a cough. What did that mean!?
Kasumi giggled dangerously before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Maybe if I keep pretending, Sumire will finally admit it. Remember to cheer for me!"
Before Ren could say anything, she darted off. Even as Kasumi was leaving his view a blast of cold air washed over him. Ren did not need to turn around to know who was approaching. Taking a brief longing glance at the exit, Ren settled himself and turned around. Sumire stood there, arms folded glaring at him with a pout.
"H-Hey!"
She frowned harder at his greeting. Just when Ren thought the worst had past, she stamped her foot. People stopped to stare but Sumire did not appear to notice. Only then did Ren notice that she had dressed up for the day. Her hair still cascaded all around her head loosely, her glasses framing her face. But make-up touched-up her face, an attempt to enhance her natural beauty even further. She wore a pretty summer dress of blue brocaded with silver. It whipped around her ankles revealing black heeled sandals. Another outfit he had never seen her in.
"You… You…" Sumire's grumpy face was incredibly cute. Ren thought it would be wonderful to tease her. To poke her nose and tell her to talk in complete sentences. But that was what Joker would do, not Ren.
Raising his hands, Ren protested. "Kasumi is a tease, you know that."
The heat in Sumire's eyes burned brighter for a moment. As it burned Ren briefly considered flight again. If she started to yell, it would be his only option surrounded by this many people. Then she sighed, and the anger receding.
"I talked to her yesterday. She said she would not… Urgh. No, I won't blame you. Kasumi just never liked hearing the word no."
Ren raised an eyebrow at that. They had talked about him? Not just a normal conversation based on the emphasis she placed on the word. Ren wanted to question her about it, but Sumire's eyes still told him that he was in her bad books. She had referred to him as you. That was as bad a sign as any.
"Anyway, let's go. The performances started over an hour ago, Kasumi will be on soon."
Getting dragged by the hand, Ren did not think Sumire realized what they looked like at they approached the viewing area.
Sunday July 10th, 20XX Morning
Kasumi wondered if her action had been a mistake when she entered the player's area. Coach Hiraguchi was still standing by Kasumi's bag, watching the performances on the main stage. Joking and teasing with Ren was just too easy. The boy deserved it the way he smirked and shot her suggestive glances. At the same time, Kasumi would not be surprised to wake up tonight to find Sumire's hands around her throat.
Well, not that. Probably.
Stopping beside her coach, Kasumi began to strip off her tracksuit. She would be up soon and needed to stretch again. "Did I miss anything good?"
Coach Hiraguchi looked over for a moment before turning back to the stage. "Hmm, the Arisa girl from Kanto had a decent ball. A few had middling clubs and one girl tripped on her ribbon."
It was given in a level voice, no more interesting than reporting on the weather. Kasumi nodded. It was too early to declare her as the victor but only two scores counted. That meant if Kasumi was even close to her last score with her upcoming ball routine, her third would be unneeded.
"I've seen Arisa before but missed her yesterday. What was her score there?" Not high if she had gone this early. The one on the stage now had scored third yesterday. Next up would be second place and then Kasumi.
"She has improved," coach Hiraguchi replied easily, with no worry. "She was far better today. Yesterday she dropped her hoop."
Kasumi winced for the girl. Still, if it was only the best two routines, yesterday's error could be washed away with two solid routines. Then, she frowned. "Hold on, Arisa did hoop yesterday, and ball today? Is she doing ribbon after as well?" It was rare for two girls to dance that many routines in the exact same order. Not impossible certainly, still rare. Some did it on purpose for a more direct head-to-head. An attempt to show one's superiority by beating them with the same props on the same day.
"It is possible," Hiraguchi responded slowly. "Your list should not have been published ahead of time though. It is coincidence."
"A pity." Kasumi's flat words finally got a surprised jerk of the head from her coach. "It would have been nice to pick up a rival."
"And the one you have?" Hiraguchi did not mention Sumire's name, but she could mean no one else.
"She has said she would surpass me," Kasumi relented with a frown, "but she makes no real effort to improve that I see. She cares more for the affection of a boy than the dance."
Hiraguchi's lips quirked in a faint smile. "Do not be so sure. Sumire is growing as a person right now. That is as important for her as any practice."
"What?" Kasumi looked at her coach. "You don't improve without practicing."
"You do not improve without practice." Hiraguchi corrected Kasumi.
Pursing her lips, Kasumi cocked a hip and glared with folded arms. "What are you talking about? Being a mature person does not help one iota."
Hiraguchi sighed. "Keep your voice down during the routine. But if you must know… what do you know about writing?"
"Writing? I can write just fine, but I am no author."
"Exactly, that. Anyone can practice writing. Can gain a modicum of talent at the skill."
"Sure…?" Kasumi tried to put her derision in her voice. She was developing a sense that if something had to be explained by analogy than it probably was not very well understood.
"But what does an author draw on to write? Experience." Hiraguchi's eyes conveyed a solid conviction in the words she was saying. "Be that from reading, travelling, or talking to others, experience is key."
"This is not writing," Kasumi informed her icily. "Backpacking through Europe doesn't help you toss a ball ten meters in the air somersault twice and catch it."
"But it does take confidence. You need to believe in yourself and have a reason to master it. Sumire was lacking those things before. If she finds them…"
That at least, Kasumi could get behind. Sumire had always shown flashes of excellence. Moments of jaw-dropping grace that terrified Kasumi into pushing herself harder. Yes, that undefeatable grace that Kasumi countered with boldness. A full-on sprint straight ahead. Whether she ran after greatness or away from her sister not even Kasumi could say.
"I wonder…" Hiraguchi spoke lazily, her eyes staring at nothing, as if speaking to herself. "If that boy was on the line… who would win between you two?"
"I would." Kasumi declared. "I will always win."
"Shouldn't you be warming up?"
Face paling, Kasumi stored her tracksuit and darted to the corner. The routine before her was starting. Thankfully, she felt heated after that conversation. Going swiftly into her routine, Kasumi blazed inside. If coach Hiraguchi had not been impressed enough yesterday, then Kasumi would make sure she was today. Kasumi would dance to perfection. A routine worthy of an Olympic gold medal. Yes, Kasumi could not even see the competition surrounding her. Those she truly competed again were shadows above her. Only the backs of the women of all nationalities. The paragons of her sport.
Kasumi's mind was honed to a keen edge when she took the stage. Serious face breaking into a perfect smile, she waved at the crowd. She still hated it, but she did it. On those benches, she saw them. Sumire and Ren, sitting by themselves away from the rest of her family. Ren smiled but Sumire only stared. As happened yesterday, people were darting in to fill the benches. That broadened the smile slightly.
Let them watch.
Then, the music started. Kasumi's thoughts were not focused on the dance as her body moved. The only sound in her world was the song. The beat that pulsed below the melody suffused her body and gave her wings. She flowed from form to form, the ball a part of her as it rolled over arms and between hands. Flipping unto her hands, the ball was suspended on her feet, all perfectly in time with the beat.
Perfection. I am perfection!
It lasted a moment. Only a moment that the song washed over her for, but in that moment, Kasumi was the dance. She did not think about the move that came next nor about the difficulty of what she had to do. She simply did it because the moves were what the song commanded.
The moment ended. Kasumi found herself standing still, arms raised with a wide smile on her face. She found Ren and Sumire again. Ren was clapping along with the crowd, a wondrous smile on his face. Sumire was gaping. Giving them a wink, she left the stage. One performance left.
"You trying to prove me wrong?" Her coach muttered, passing Kasumi a towel.
"Yes, yes I am."
Sunday July 10th, 20XX Morning
Sumire could only stare at the stage. There was a brief break now between the second and final rounds of competition. So, while the audience filtered out looking for washrooms and food, she stared, and Ren sat beside her waiting.
Sumire was barely conscious of him; she was transfixed by the stage. That routine had been sublime. The difficulty was too low to medal at a world-class event but oh boy was it good. Sumire shivered as it flashed through her mind. After yesterday Sumire thought she could catch up. It had been awhile since she practiced a routine and not just strength and flexibility. Now, Sumire felt like she was staring up a sheer cliff and Kasumi was winking back down at her from the top.
What had propelled her up so fast?
Is it possible to catch her now?
"Hey, just so you know, I believe that you are just as good as your sister."
Ren's words shocked Sumire straight. "Were you watching!? That routine would not have been out of place at the Olympics!"
"So?" Ren smiled slightly. That expression always caused a rush of heat in her body.
"So… I mean… I have a lot of work to do to catch up."
Ren nodded as if it was no more than what he expected. "I think we all deserve a fun summer break. If you spend yours training, well, that's your choice."
Sumire's hands shook. "I… I always knew…" shaking her head she sighed dejectedly. "No, you are correct, I will catch her. I will surpass her."
"There it is," Ren smirked. "You keep forgetting that for some reason."
"I saw your expression." Sumire bit back in one final defense. "You were moony-eyed for Kasumi."
"She was amazing," Ren agreed, apparently not upset at all. "I can't wait to watch you."
"Eep!" Squealing, Sumire's face was suddenly a furnace. Unable to continue looking at Ren she turned her head to her lap. She did not understand how he could say things like that. Did he know the effect it had on her?
Sumire longed to know what lurked behind those black pools that were Ren's eyes. Did he feel even a tenth of what she felt for him? She may have risked it if he did. Then there was the thief work that complicated things.
"I am being serious." Ren said, his voice wavering slightly. "Not to see you in spandex or anything, you understand."
Sumire had. But when he brought up the leotard, she blushed harder. Curse Ren if he thought he would get a private dance in her outfit. Oh, but she wished he would ask. Wished he would show some interest in her different than he would for a friend. Look at her with the eyes he had watched Kasumi's dance with.
When Sumire recovered, time went by quickly. Going to the washroom took forever. Forced to use the women's, there was a massive line-up while men sauntered in and out of their door quickly with no effort. Despite that irritation, Sumire went and then found Ren who had just finished getting popcorn for them.
Popping a piece in her mouth, Sumire smiled in delight. It was sweet and caramelized. A very good snack. "Thank you!"
"No problem." Ren handed over the entire package with a resigned smile.
Giggling, Sumire took it and tossed another piece in her mouth. Feeling blissful, Sumire followed Ren to the line-up waiting for the first performances of the final round to end so they could enter the viewing area.
"I really just need to keep you fed, don't I?"
Sumire did not even comment on whatever Ren had muttered. She was pretty sure it was something rude, but he had done well on the snacks, so it was fine.
As such, Sumire was back in her seat humming to herself as she popped the occasional piece of popcorn in her mouth and suckled on the sweet snack. While the break may have disappeared in a flash, the third round seemed to drag. Who was getting first place had already been decided. Everyone was simply waiting for Kasumi's final routine. A ribbon dance. Sumire's favored prop. There was one other ribbon routine in about the middle of the round that drew Sumire's eye. The girl was good. Not good enough to match Kasumi, but good.
When she was gone, it was a slog to the end. Everyone had some skill. It was a tournament with limited slots reserved for girls who were the best of their club. However, after what Kasumi had shown, their dances were dull. The difficulty too low to draw the eyes.
Finally, the time came, and the atmosphere changed. Popcorn forgotten, Sumire leaned forward and watched her sister. It was the one failing Sumire had ever noticed in her sister. The ribbon moved at its own time; you could not force it. Trying would only disrupt its twirling and cause it to fall.
One imperfection, one slight blemish. Had Kasumi rid herself of it? If she had… Sumire would be happy for her sister's success, certainly. As her rival though, Sumire's still tender pride may not survive this routine.
Suddenly, Sumire's body shivered. There was a pressure on her back. This warm sensation… Sumire did not dare look over. She did not want the moment to end. Suddenly, the day rushed back to her. Eating a snack together, sitting together, talking… just the two of them. Now, Ren had sensed her nerves and placed a comforting hand on her back. Maybe… Maybe she could continue to move forward. If only for him.
Sunday July 10th, 20XX Afternoon
Kasumi's smile wavered as she stared at them. Sumire was watching her; Ren was waiting eagerly but… he was clearly comforting Sumire. It should not matter. It did not matter. Akechi was in the audience and flashed her an indolent smile. A smile that said he knew already that she was better than the rest. It was true, this final dance was a formality. Both of her dances had been the best two routines performed at this tournament.
There was no pressure here. None at all. But oh, Kasumi felt it more now than ever.
The ribbon. She was dancing the ribbon at a competition.
There was no time to consider it though. The music started and she started as well. Instantly going into a jump, her legs coming up to one hundred and eighty degrees, ribbon streaming behind her. How Kasumi longed for the oneness that consumed her during the last routine.
She could feel the beat, she could dance along to it, but she could not master it. Yes she was excellent, better than most girls could dream of, but Kasumi felt each small inaccuracy keenly. The ribbon flourishing not quite wide enough, her jump landing a heartbeat too late. The whole performance was riddled with small, nearly inconsequential inaccuracies. It was a routine she would have been happy with a year ago.
Now, her stomach curdled as she smiled up at the audience. Most of those in attendance could probably not have told what, if anything, she had done wrong. Not consciously anyway. But the difference in reception was palpable. Applause was polite, whistling was subdued, no one rushed to their feet. Taking a quick bow, Kasumi rushed from the stage, her smile evaporating before she had gone half a dozen steps.
I failed.
Stalking past her coach, Hiraguchi only wore a sad frown, as Kasumi brushed her off. Entering the change room, Kasumi ignored some of the remaining athletes tearing off outfits and returning to more comfortable, looser wear. they stared at her, but none spoke. Kasumi slammed one of the shower doors behind her and sat on the bench. Let them think her angry.
Sitting there, alone in the semi-dark, she cried. Silent tears that she dabbed away immediately so as to not stain her make-up. She did not dare make a sound. She could not let the other girls know.
Again and again, Kasumi's finger brushed the beauty spot below her right eyes. Her imperfection. The ever-present sign, seared onto her face since childbirth that she would never be perfect.
Today had proved that.
Kasumi had won the competition in a landslide. It had not been close.
But Kasumi had aimed higher. Aimed higher and had fallen short. That lofty peak loomed sorrowfully above her. Kasumi did not think it would ever be within reach.