Persona BLEACHED 4: Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Quoth the Raven
November 14, 2031
"In our great world, everyone is born with at least a little bit of magic. For some, it can be unnoticeable. For others, like those in the Planetary Defense Force, they can perform great feats of strength. And there are still others whose magic depends on where they were born. The aquatic Lemurians, the draconic Wyverns of Japan, and the Elves who dwell within the English forests are some examples of this."
"And then there are mages and witches, like myself. We can use several different kinds of magic. There are many clans of magic users spread throughout the world, but the six most ancient ones are known as the covens. These covens all live in seclusion, far outside the view of the rapidly advancing world we reside in. So in order to keep a relationship with world, the covens elect one amongst their number to serve as a representative, one who is unequaled both in magical knowledge and ability. That person is known either as the Arch-Mage or the Arch-Witch. So my question to you all, is..."
It was morning in Queens. Inside the Muno's Call bookstore, Emily was giving a presentation to middle school students. "...who is the current Arch-Witch?"
One boy raised his hand. "Isn't it you, Ms. O'Donnell?"
"Yes, that's right. I've served as the Arch-Witch for two years now, after my predecessor's retirement. My coven, the Blackthorne clan, was fortunate to be next in line to name a candidate. They hadn't been able to do so in over two-hundred years, and it was an unbelievable honor to be their choice. Still doesn't feel entirely real, to be honest."
"Did you need to take a test for it?" a girl asked.
"Not a test, per se. But there was a lot that I had to learn. The history of magic in this world, all manner of advanced spells, things like that. You also have to have the approval of the coven leaders, so it helps to have a positive relationship with them. You're acting as their voice, after all."
"So where's your coven at?" another boy asked.
Emily put a finger over her mouth. "A major secret, I'm afraid. Very few outside the coven have ever stepped foot on our home soil. You would need one of us to guide you there, and that's only in special cases."
"So how come you don't live where they're at?"
"Well, a major part of my duties is to act as a representative of the coven. I'm the middle voice between the worlds of magic and technology. And on a personal note, I love having this store, helping writers getting their foot in the business. That was my calling before I took this position, and it's going to stay that way. And my family is here, defending the city against invading threats. It wouldn't be very heroic to stay hidden somewhere, would it?"
"Isn't Commander O'Donnell your dad?" a girl asked.
"Yes."
"What's he like? Is he as cool as he is when he's beating up bad guys?" a boy asked.
"You're lucky to have someone so awesome as your dad, Ms. O'Donnell." another boy added.
"Well, I...that's..." Emily struggled with what to say.
"CAW! CAW!" 
She looked to the counter, where Muno was fiddling with his feathers. His perch had fallen over.
"Ugh, I guess a certain someone is hungry. How about you all take a look around while I get him his feed? Just remember to put the books back where you found them if need be."
As the students complied, Emily attended to her familiar. "Thanks for that. You always know when I need a hand."
"Caaaw."
"Whether it's often or not, I appreciate it all the same." She massaged his beak with her finger.
The bell over the door rang. "Well, now. Good to see the younglings still getting excited about literature. There might be some hope for us yet." spoke a woman with a Mid-Atlantic accent.
"Hm?" Emily looked.
The woman had short blonde hair, and wore a black corset, long gloves and heeled boots, along with a hood. Sitting by her feet was a black-and-white cat, its eyes a distinct yellow. "Business is going well, I see. Then again, I don't think I've seen you fail at anything."
"Natalie, what are you doing here? Is something wrong back home?"
"What, I can't drop in and see my best friend's daughter from time to time? And here I came all this way. Esme hasn't eaten in days, you know."
"It doesn't take more than a day to get here. Has your mom been feeding you, Esme?"
"Mrraaawr." the cat seemed to affirm.
"Hey, don't side with her! Remember who buys you catnip." Natalie chastised.
"So, what brings you here now, Nat--" Emily bent down to pick up the perch, but struggled to move it. "What the..."
Sparks were coming out of Natalie's fingertips. She had a mischievous look on her face. "My, my, Emily. Haven't you been eating your proteins? I'd have a harder time picking up a feather."
"Ha ha, very funny. It'll be even funnier when I throw my back out."
"That would be a problem, wouldn't it? Let me give you a hand."
The perch suddenly transformed into a set of phantom hands, mockingly clapping. Emily growled.
"Ahahaha, there's that look! I know your mom didn't give you that stare like you want to take a stab."
"Would you please? This was custom-made. Muno gets restless if he's off of it for too long." 
"Skwaw." the raven cawed.
"Oh, fine then." Natalie snapped her fingers, and the perch returned to its normal, upright state. Muno flew onto it.
"Thank you." Emily stated.
"You know, it looks a bit off-putting to potential suitors for you to be fawning over something that feeds on dead bodies."
"Well it's a good thing I'm not interested in affairs of the heart, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes. 'Married to the job' and all that. Or maybe you're just scared to have your heart broken again--"
Emily forcefully put down a stack of books on the counter. She gave Natalie a sharp look. "Sorry, I just had the urge to slam a pile of books on the counter for some strange reason."
"Yes, of course. Must be something in the air."
"What do you want?"
"You haven't been home in a while, little bird. Everyone was wondering what was going on."
"I've been busy. I don't know if you heard, but there was an attack here last month. The Wolfpack decided to pay us a visit. With that and everything else on my plate, I haven't found a moment to leave."
"I can see that. Those shadows under your eyes aren't just because I'm bugging you. When's the last time you took some time for yourself?"
"Define 'for myself'. Because all the time I spend here is very fulfilling. I won't get anything done sitting at home."
"Oh, you dedicated workaholic. I had to tell Carrie over and over not to wear herself out. Her and that wide-eyed puppydog she married. So obsessed with the job, and never taking a break to enjoy each other. And then you see what happened."
"Is there a point to this?"
"My point, little bird, is that you shouldn't go so long without some fun. Go for a walk, go shopping, visit the West Indies! That special mind of yours is going to short-circuit if you aren't too careful. Live a little. Oh, but I have to remember who I'm talking to. You'd sooner have brunch with your stepmother than take a break."
"Yes...that'll be the day."
"Hmm, hmhmhmmm. What's with that evasive tone?"
"Nothing. It's nothing."
Esme patted her owner's leg, holding a notebook in her mouth. "Oh, thank you, little nugget. Why don't we see what the little bird has in her schedule?"
"Hey, when did you--?! Don't look, that's my private property!"
Natalie looked at the appointment book. "Isn't it draining to have so much of your day regimented and outlined? It wouldn't kill you to be spontaneous. Oh. Oh *wow*. Would you look at that? '12 p.m. Meeting with Dad and Violet'. I was right on the money!"
"Ugggh..." Emily slumped.
"Once upon a time you wouldn't tolerate being in the same room as that woman. Has someone had a change of heart?"
"Someone...must have wrote that in while I wasn't looking. Probably your cat."
"Yes, my cat with no apposable thumbs. Come now, tell your Aunt Nat how your heart's grown three sizes."
"It's nothing! Ugh...it's just...I'm...going to..."
"Yeeeees?"
Emily started to turn red. "I'm...planning...Cindy's birthday party on Wednesday."
Natalie blinked. "I must have wax in my ears. Now unless you've got another Cindy hidden somewhere, you're telling me you're planning a party for...your half-sister. The one whom you've told me many times in the past you wished would disappear? Am I hearing that right?"
Emily looked downward. "You don't have to remind me of that last part."
"Emily, you've never been shy about it. When you were in high school, you'd prattle on for hours listing off all the things you hated about the girl and her mother. You'd go on and on about how you thought the woman conspired to have Carrie assassinated so she could have your father for herself. And now you're trying to make peace?"
".....something's changed these last couple of months. Maybe I've just realized that it's no use being bitter. Is that wrong of me?"
"Oh, my dear Emilia. I've said it to you so many times. I was your mother's confidante for as long as she lived. I know for a fact that she would've wanted you to get along with the family your father's made. It's frankly been depressing to see how resentful you were. Carrie would be pleased to see you making an effort."
Muno landed on Emily's shoulder. "Skwaw."
"Yes, I know you've told me the same. I'm not saying that it's all going to be blissfully happy now. I'll just be leaving my guard down a little more." Emily stated.
"I'm tickled to hear it, little bird. Now the question is, did you come to this conclusion on your own? Or did someone drill it into you?"
"That'll be my little secret."
"I have my ways of getting it out of you."
"You're not going to tickle it out of me, I'm not five years old anymore."
"I might not be able to, but no one can resist Esme's Deadly Snuggle of Terror. Go ahead--Esme?"
"Aww, look at the cute kitty!"
The middle schoolers were all gathered around and playing with the cat, who could not have looked more pleased by the attention.
"No one can resist. Indeed." Emily smirked.
Natalie sighed. "She's lived twice as long as any other cat and she acts like a spry kitten."
"You know, they say pets take after their owners. Doubly so for familiars."
"How very cheeky, little bird. I'm going to go crash her party." Natalie walked over. "Alright, kids, easy does it. She's an older--"
"Hiiiiiss!" 
"Excuse me, did you just hiss at me?! Naughty little--"
"Brawk, gegegegegege..." Muno seemed to chuckle.
"No day is without its chaos, is it?" Emily questioned.
---
Later in the day, Emily put up her whiteboard indicating that the store was closed for lunch. The children had returned to school after a good number of purchases, while Natalie had left for her hotel ('I'll be here and there for a couple of days', she said.)
So she sat behind the counter, reading her current literary focus: 'The Dark Tower: The Gunslinger', by Stephen King.
The door chimed open. "Another read-through of The Dark Tower, Emily? I could've sworn you'd finished the whole thing already." 
"Hello, Violet. Yes, I have read them all. I like to read series from the beginning again so I can catch any details I might've missed the first time. Sometimes I end up enjoying it more than I already did." Emily replied. "Is Dad not with you?"
"Unfortunately, there was an accident over by the training barracks he had to deal with. Nothing too serious, from what I've heard, but you know your father."
"Always running to save someone. So it's just you, then."
"Yes, so it is. If it's too uncomfortable for you, we can wait until after work."
"No, no. You came all the way over, I'd hate for that time to be wasted."
"That's...very considerate of you, Emily."
"You're going to ask if I've got a headache next, aren't you?" Emily sighed. "Look, Violet. We could spend the entire day airing out every little thing about our relationship. Or lack thereof. This is neither the time nor the place. All I'll say is this: I would've reacted the same way towards anyone Dad got together with. It was never personal. I can acknowledge that you're an accomplished scientist, you've been good to Dad, and you're an excellent mother to Cindy. I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel otherwise."
"...!" Letty was stunned. "Emily, that's...oh, wow. I...wasn't expecting to hear that today. That means an insane amount. Thank you, so much. I should apologize, too. Carrie was a dear friend, and I could never hope to replace her. That was never my intent. I'm sorry that I made you feel that way. I truly love your father. And in spite of every harsh word that's been traded between us over the years, I love you, too. It'll take more than a few words, but I hope this means we can get along soon enough. For your father's sake, and Cindy's."
"Yes, of course. Now, speaking of Cindy, how are the preparations coming along for her party?"
"We've got everything set up. The reservation's been made at Sicilia's for 7 o'clock on Wednesday. The one thing I need from you is to pick up the cake from Milly's a couple blocks away."
"Easy enough, but why me?"
"It's the big surprise. We haven't told Cindy that you're coming. She thinks you're going to be covering for an employee on vacation. Seeing you there is going to mean more than any gift, I know it."
"Well in that case, I'm happy to do it. We could call it my gift...if I hadn't already ordered something I'm picking up later."
"Well whatever it is, she's going to love it. She's going to jump right through the roof, I can see it now. Thanks so much, Emily."
"Don't mention it. Now that that's settled, there's still time for a bite to eat. The best café in Queens is right around the corner. Care to join me?"
"Oh, nothing would make me happier. You're spoiling me today, Emily. I'm a step away from giving you a bear hug!"
"Don't push it."
"Krawhahahahaha..." Muno chuckled.
---
Later in the day, with work concluded, Emily made her way to ever-busy Midtown Manhattan, the east side of which housed a number of markets, restaurants and other structures owned by Japanese-Americans.
She was in front of a hobby shop, with a number of anime figurines visible against the window. Among them was a 'lucky cat', waving its arm back and forth bidding all who passed to come inside.
Hanging on the door was a sign reading 'No Pets!' 
"Skwaw..." Muno sounded frustrated.
Emily sighed. "Sorry. I'll only be a few minutes. Stretch your wings, I'll call you back when I'm done."
"Skwawk." The raven flew off.
Emily went inside the shop.
Muno perched on the roof of a nearby building. He preened his feathers, but during the process, something caught the corvid's eye.
Walking down the street towards the hobby shop was Cindy, a happy spring in her step.
"Skwawk?!" Muno panicked. His eyes started glowing red.
Inside the shop, Emily was at the counter. "The order should be under 'Emilia'. Thank you so much." Her eyes flashed red. "Hm? Sorry, I have to take a call." She looked away. "What is it, Muno? I'm almost--what?! You have to be joking...why is she--"
"Emmyyyyyy~! Long time no see, sis!" Cindy had entered and was waving. 
"Oh, drat." Emily mumbled. "Uh, hey there, Cindy. What a coincidence. Shouldn't you be home resting after your flight?"
"You know I can't sit still for too long. I had to sit on that ship for almost a whole day! My legs needed a wakeup call! Anyway, what are you doing here, Emmy? I didn't know you went to this kinda shop."
"I'm, um...doing research for my novel."
"Research?"
"Yes, research. I'm thinking of including a scene of a Japanese market, and I wanted to see one for myself. For accuracy's sake."
"I love how thorough you are, sis. But, um...isn't your book set in 1883? In England?"
"R-right you are. But remember, that was an early draft I gave you. I'm going through different possibilities of where I can take it. I have to consider all the options, even the most unexpected."
"Wow, I dunno how you'd go from a dark period piece to a modern Japanese market. But I'm sure you could figure it out!"
"Your belief in me is encouraging. Now, what are you doing here? Besides waking up your legs."
"Oh, this is my go-to figure shop! Just wanted to see if they had anything new in."
"Isn't that a bit dangerous so close to your birthday? What if someone got you something nice and you already bought it yourself?"
"Yeah, you're right. Really I just wanted to come and look. Thanks for the reminder, though. I was already reaching for my wallet. Ahehe..."
"Try not to tempt yourself. Especially since the figures in here don't come cheap. You just have to hold off for a couple more days."
"Right you are, Emmy. So, um...I heard you have to cover for someone on Wednesday, huh?"
"Unfortunately, yes. I don't want to foist inventory duty on someone at the last minute. I'm really sorry I can't make it."
"Oh, it's okay! We can meet up some other time, just the two of us. I don't wanna mess up your job if it's that important."
"(It's 'okay' because you're used to it. I really have been bad at this.)" Emily thought.
"Hey, Emmy?"
"Yes?"
"I know you're lying."
"...! Lying? What would I be lying about?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's a good lie, like why you're here. Or maybe...maybe you're making up the story about covering for someone at the bookstore. It wouldn't be the first time you made up a story so you wouldn't have to be around me. It's okay if you don't feel comfortable yet. But...I just thought that things between us were good enough now that you'd, y'know...want to."
"Cindy, that's not--"
"Is there something else I have to do, Emmy?" Cindy began to tear up. "Is there anything I can do to make you like me?"
Emily grabbed her arms.
"Huh?"
She visibly tried to keep her emotions subdued. "Cindy...you're not the one that has to do anything. I promise that I'm not actively avoiding you the way I used to. Yes, I admit it. And I'm sorry for all of it. I...I'm a horrible sister. Anything I do from here on won't make up for 21 years of rejection. But it won't stop me from trying. I want to tell you the reason I'm here, but...I can't."
"Emmy, you aren't a--"
"I am. I promise you, I'm not up to anything malicious. Just...be patient."
Cindy absorbed it all, then nodded with a smile. "Okay. I believe you. I think I know already, but...it's okay."
"....."
"Hey, don't look so gloomy! I said it's okay. I'm not mad or anything. It was just some pent-up stuff." Cindy hesitated. "I'm gonna keep looking around, so...good luck on your whatever-you're-doing. I'll see you around!" She turned for the aisles. "...I love you, Emmy. That won't change. You're always gonna be my big sis. Don't kick yourself too much." She walked away.
Emily looked down. "...why?"
---
Later in the night, Emily was back in her Queens apartment. Her hair was down, she wore a black and red nightgown, and she was staring into the mirror in her bathroom.
Her housing quarters had an arcane feel to it, filled with the kinds of sinister-looking decorations one would expect of a witch. There were also several shelves filled with books, as one would expect of a bookseller.
"And she just walked away with a smile on her face, like nothing happened?" Natalie was sitting on the couch, pretending to read a book.
"...she wanted to give me a hug. She stopped herself. I've turned down hugs from her in the past." Emily's head dropped. "Have I scarred her that deeply? How could I be so oblivious to the damage I've been doing? No...I wasn't obvious. I just...didn't care."
"Come out of that bathroom, little bird. This'll be easier face-to-face."
Emily walked out and sat next to Natalie on the couch.
"I love that you're trying your best to make up for it. These kinds of uncomfortable discussions come with the territory. Just tell me why you had this change of heart. Maybe it can help settle your feelings."
Emily thought back to the convention last month. "('I know you've got your family drama going on. But you shouldn't take it out on her. I don't need an all-seeing bird to realize that she wants the two of you to be close. If my sister asked me to do something fun together, I'd make time for it to happen. She just wants her big sister to love her as much as she loves you. Surely you're smart enough to realize that?')"
She slumped. "I did realize it...I just...ignored it..."
"What's that now?" Natalie asked. "Emilia, please. Your bottling it up is only going to make it worse."
Emily looked up. "There's somebody I need to call."
"You're cutting it a little late. It's 9 on a work night."
"You're here, aren't you? This'll be an easier ask if the one that opened my eyes is here."
"Alright. Whoever it is had better wow me on sight."
---
Max looked around at the arcane ornaments. He wore a black sweatshirt and pajama pants to go along with black sneakers. He drank from a cup of milk. "Yeah. This has the 'Sanctum Santorum' vibe to it."
Natalie looked on. "...this is the one? Seriously?"
"He did just crawl out of bed." Emily replied.
"Not to be too judgemental, but when you said he was Max from another world, I was expecting someone a little more...built. He's still a kid!"
"FYI. I'm 19. Technically not a kid." Max pointed out. "So, Ms. Arch-Witch, you gonna introduce us? Or at least tell me what was so urgent?"
"Right. Mr. Jadefang, this is Natalie Gardner. She's from my coven. Her and my mother were best friends from birth. She's been my guiding hand for as long as I can remember." Emily introduced.
"Charmed, I'm sure. 'Jadefang', is it? Certainly a more intimidating last name. No offense, little bird." Natalie said.
"Hang on...'Natalie', you said?" Max questioned.
"That is the name I was born with, yes."
"Mrrooow." Esme trotted up.
"Oh, and how could I forget? This is Esme. She's Natalie's familiar." Emily said.
"Don't let the kitten-like demeanor fool you. She's well into her 40s." Natalie added.
"Mrroooowr." the cat seemed to groan.
"So, do you know how to sew?" Max asked.
"An oddly specific question. Can't say I know my way with a needle or a thread." Natalie replied.
"Guess not everything's gonna be the same."
"Is there a Natalie where you come from?" Emily asked.
"Well, I know a Natalia. She was a classmate of mine. The blonde hair's the same. So's the cat. Not to mention, her and my world's Carrie are inseparable."
"Well it's good to know some things don't change at all. Now, Emilia, I do believe you have something you wish to discuss?" Natalie asked.
"Yes. So, today..." Emily began. She went over the day's events with Max.
"So you kept everything a secret, but...it got a little testy. You're saying she stopped herself from hugging you?" Max asked. "That's not like her at all."
"I turned down hugs from her more times than I can count. Now it must be reflexive for her to hesitate. I really hurt her that deeply..."
"You've said that from the beginning. I've seen you being a little evasive, sure, but you make it sound like you were downright cruel."
"....."
Natalie put a hand on Emily's shoulder. "Tell the truth, little bird. It's impossible to heal if you don't acknowledge the hurt."
"Okay. I'm gonna be honest." Max spoke up. "You're being too stoic about this."
"Excuse me?" Emily questioned.
"I'm only being this direct because I genuinely can't comprehend treating your sister harshly. My sister has a saying that I was a built-in best friend for her. When I made my...mistakes, it tore her apart. I hate that I ever made her feel that way. But you're implying that you were awful to your sister, and I'm barely seeing any emotion out of you. My therapist always tells us that it's perfectly healthy to display how you're feeling, even if you think it might be embarrassing."
"Don't be ridiculous. I don't need to wear my feelings like a robe. My role is too important for me to be dictated by my emotions."
"Emilia." Natalie said firmly.
"Don't give me that. I refuse to let myself be vulnerable to anyone. Never again."
Max sighed. "Alright. I'm gonna put it all on the table. You're gonna tell me what your hang-up is. I want to know why you can't even show your sister a hint of real affection. And then you're gonna tell me what sort of things you did to Cindy growing up. Either you tell me, or I'm walking out and going back to bed. Your choice."
"....."
"Do you think you can't be forgiven for it?"
"What?"
"I used to think that my sins were bad enough that I could never make up for it. Some very special ladies helped me realize that wasn't true. I assure you, that girl will help you through it if you just come clean and admit you screwed up. But you need to stop clamming up about what you're feeling and why you're feeling it. It's only gonna make things worse."
"...I..."
"Emilia Lunaria O'Donnell." Natalie firmly said. "You called us over here because you needed to get something off of your chest. This wall that you've built up around yourself needs to come down. Honey, I love you like you were my own daughter. I swore on my best friend's grave that I would help you no matter what you needed. If there's anyone you don't need to be guarded with, it's me."
That finally seemed to get Emily to loosen her body language. "...okay. It's time for me to be honest."
As she spoke, Natalie put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"There was a time a few years ago, when I allowed myself to be vulnerable with someone. I was...in love with a boy from a mage clan. His name was Robert. He was charming, understanding, and so adept with a pen. For the first time in a while, it felt like I could be open with someone outside of the coven. I was...truly happy."
"So what happened?" Max asked.
Emily paused. Then, for the first time since he'd arrived, Max could see the armor breaking. A tear fell from her eye. "As it turned out...the clan that he was a part of was closely associated with Harold Dystergaard's extremist faction. Robert was sent here to act as a spy for Harold. To gain as much information on us as he could. His endgame being that he would ultimately assassinate my father. I wasn't able to find out myself through Muno because he had cast a spell of protection over himself. He'd told me it was to keep his clan's enemies from discerning his location. I chose to believe him. And it backfired horribly. He'd forgotten to set his spell for a moment, and...I learned everything."
"To know that someone I had chosen to trust was using me...that he was working for the man that took my mother from me...if I wasn't closed off from people then, that was what did the trick. My heart was already so filled with resentment, but to be betrayed like that..."
Natalie materialized a handkerchief in her hand, offering it to Emily.
"What?" She checked her face. "Am I...crying? Why would I be...?"
"You're crying because you're hurting. Keeping it buried helps no one. Keep going. What happened to your boyfriend?" Max asked.
Emily wiped her eyes. "I let him know just how...disappointed I was with him. I unleashed my anger on him. He's spent the last five years locked away, utterly fearful of the idea of laying eyes on me again. This is the reason why I have Muno read everyone when I meet them. I need to know if I'm going to be backstabbed like that again."
"Is that why you find it so hard to admit you love someone, little bird?" Natalie asked.
Emily nodded. "I grew up without my mother's love and a heart filled with bitterness. Opening it up just to be hurt again crushed me. Even now that I want to make amends for my past mistakes, I'm afraid that the damage is already done."
"What was so bad that you think you can't make up for it?" Max asked.
"....."
"Breathe. Be honest." Natalie advised.
"I would push her away. Close the door in her face. Say the most hurtful things. 'I hate you', 'I wish you were never born', 'You stole Dad from me'. I felt like I had no place there, like I was just a reminder of my mother. And I took that resentment out on her, and..." 
The tears returned. Moreso than before.
"...she would look back with a smile. I could never make her frown, no matter what I'd do. She's someone that loves life, because she nearly lost hers at the beginning. She wanted to share that love with me and I responded with cruelty. I have no right to try to repair the relationship now. I never did."
"Emilia..." Natalie consoled her.
"This is so laughable. I'm a grown woman. I'm the Arch-Witch! Openly weeping and cursing my own mistakes! I'm supposed to be the one every young coven girl looks up to for guidance! What would they say if they could see me now? They'd put in a vote to remove my title!"
"Honey, don't talk like that. Showing emotion and remorse doesn't disqualify you from respect. You're what every little girl that learns magic wants to be when they grow up. Your heart still hurts. It's a tough thing to fix. What's important is that you're acknowledging it and trying to fix it."
"Do you resent her now?" Max asked.
Emily shook her head.
"I don't think so, either. I can see that you're trying. It's not an easy process. You've read me. You know what I've done and how hard it's been trying to move past it and make amends. Cindy isn't asking you to get on your hands and knees and beg her for forgiveness. She just wants you to be her friend. The way you're supposed to be. What you did in the past was wrong. But as long as she's open to it, you can fix it. You lucked out in the sister department. Most would've cut you out a long time ago."
Muno flew onto Emily's shoulder, nuzzling up to her face. She petted him. "Thank you, my friend. And thank you both, I...I've never let myself feel this vulnerable before. All I can do now is try to be the sister I should've been all these years. And that starts with making her birthday a memorable one."
"It will be, little bird. Her big sister is going to be there. That'll mean more than anything she'll get that day. Though, the pricey gift you got her won't hurt, either." Natalie winked.
"Yes, of course. Muno helped me make sure it was one she didn't have yet. Oh, Mr. Jadefang?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to take your words to heart. I can assure you that there's hope for you, too. Your sister is very fortunate to have you. Sorry to drag you over here so late."
"Make your sister's day, and I'll consider it even. Now I've got to make it home without getting mugged." Max got up.
"Oh, don't worry about that." Emily made a motion with her hands, and a black portal opened up. "That should save you some hassle."
"I appreciate that. See you on Wednesday." Max went through, and the portal closed.
"Well, he has that same 'do-right' attitude as our Max, at least." Natalie said.
"He does. I'm glad he came here, even if it wasn't his first choice." Emily replied.
"Are you alright now?"
"I will be. Thank you."
"Let me brew up some chamomile tea before I go. The way your mother used to."
"That sounds heavenly. Thank you so much."
Natalie got up to go to the kitchen. She stopped in front of a black-and-white portrait hanging on the wall, if a black-haired woman in gothic-style garb much like her own. She put a hand on the corner.
"This would be so much easier with you here. I hope I'm doing enough for her, Carrie." she mused.
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November 16, 2031
7 p.m. in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, one of the city's most affluent sectors. Here was the home of Sicilia's, the area's favored Italian restaurant. The roof of the building was covered by glass, underneath which was a variety of flora, giving the impression that one was dining in a well-maintained garden.
On this night, it was reserved for Cindy O'Donnell's 21st birthday party. Seated around a rectangular table were her parents, her aunt, and her cousins, along with Max.
It was an eight-seated table, highlighting that there was someone missing.
"--Oh, c'mon, Candy, it's not a big deal!" Anna stated.
"It is to me. I've had many a lovely conversation with anchovies. I don't like the idea of something I spoke with being served on a pizza." Candice replied.
"Candy, there are like, bajillions of the little guppies swimmin' around out there. I'd bet against one of the ones ya gabbed with bein' served on a platter. Why do we gotta have this conversation every time we eat at a place with seafood?"
"Excuse me for not wanting to eat my friends."
"Don't the Lemurians live offa the sea? Ya gotta problem with 'em doin' that?"
"It isn't the same, Anna."
"So...is this a regular thing?" Max whispered.
"Should I tell you about the time we ate at a restaurant near the docks and she leapt in the lobster tank to protect them?" Bobbi responded.
"That'll be a yes."
"Place is a bit of a step up, ain't it, kid? Actually have to show proper table manners." the commander said.
"Last time I was in a fancy restaurant, I was in disguise and I had to tackle a drunk nerd."
"Oh."
"Yeah he was kind of blackmailing me."
"So were you there to spy on the dweeb, like, assassinate him an' shit?" Anna asked.
"Well he had to be someone's dinner date, so he got me and my girlfriend to go keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't fall apart or anything. Then everyone at the table got wasted, and my girlfriend had to drag him out when he was about to spill my big secret."
"And what was that, that ya wear morph suits to bed?"
"I'm not my ex."
At the head of the table, Cindy stared in the direction of the empty seat on the other end.
"Hey, buttercup, you doing alright? You haven't touched those breadsticks, yet. They're pretty good, to me." the commander asked.
"Oh, I'm okay. I don't wanna stuff myself before the main course gets here." Cindy replied.
"I see where you're staring. I'm sure Emily would be here if she could."
"Your sister's a busy woman, sweetheart. It's hard to run your own business. Sometimes it means making hard choices." Letty advised, knowing full well the truth.
"I know what her priorities are. I just wish that I was wrong, is all..."
"I'm sure she did everything she could." Max assured. "She has to juggle a bunch of different responsibilities. Circumstances are what they are. She'll make up for it in her own way."
"Luna's the type that doesn't know when to take a break. Girl's gonna keel over one of these days." Anna said.
"Remind you of anyone we know?" Bobbi asked.
"Couldn't imagine who you're referring to." Commander Max took a bite out of a breadstick.
Letty's phone vibrated, and she gave it a look. "Speaking of work matters, I have to go downstairs for a minute. I'll be right back."
"Better hurry up. This bottle won't be full for long." the commander poured a glass of wine.
"Now you're speaking my language." Bobbi took the bottle.
"Gonna take a glass, Cind? Now that you're legal and all." Anna asked.
"I think I'll pass, thanks." Cindy replied.
"Guess we're gonna be designated drivers tonight." Max said.
Letty went downstairs to the entrance. "Oh, there you are, Emily! And not a moment too soon."
Emily was holding a gift bag. "We have a problem."
"What do you mean?"
"Look at the cake."
There was a white box placed on the hostess' podium. Letty opened it to look. "Well it definitely looks tasty, what's the...huh?"
The message written on the cake should have read 'Happy Birthday Cindy'.
It did not read 'Happy Birthday Cindy'..
"'Congrats On Your Divorce, Jaleel'?" Letty stared blankly.
"Something has gone horribly wrong." Emily uttered.
"What in the world...did you get the wrong cake?"
"They were 1000% positive this is the one you ordered. How they could've possibly misheard it is beyond me. I couldn't just leave without a cake on short notice, so Jaleel's divorce cake it is."
"Well if it was a mixup, Jaleel is going to be a very confused man. Hopefully his ex isn't named 'Cindy', or that would be extremely awkward."
"She's going to think I messed it up on purpose. It's all going to fall apart..."
"Relax. It's a silly mistake. She's going to be so excited to see you. I can see in her eyes how much she wants you here."
"I'll never understand how she can still want me around after everything. I was the worst..."
"Don't think about that, Emilia. My advice is...it starts with you. Learning to forgive yourself. The scenario where I could've done something to save your mother's gone through my brain over and over again for all these years. Your father can say the same ten times over. But at some point, you have to keep on living. What's done is done, and there's no changing it no matter how much we want to. I know it's different for you, but..."
"Mother would...want me to move on and...be part of the family again."
"I think so, too. I loved your mother, Emily. Your father loved her dearly. And we love you, too. Anna and Candice look up to you, and Cindy would cut out the ground you walk on and put it in a safe. She wants to be just like you." Letty held out her hand. "She's waiting for you. Let's go make a fresh start."
Emily looked. She did something she never believed she'd ever do. She took her stepmother's hand. "Okay."
Back upstairs, Cindy stared at her empty plate. "Lady Cynthia, please. It's evident that you're upset. At least have an appetizer." Hugo advised.
"I'm sorry for being like this. I just..." Cindy sighed.
"Loosen up a little, birthday girl! Here, I'll let you have a sip." the commander held the wine bottle.
"We're going to have *such* a headache tomorrow morning. Haaaa..." Bobbi held a glass.
"I feel bad for anyone stepping into your office, Mother." Candice said.
Letty returned. "Sorry about that. The old lady a couple doors down was threatening people with her cane again."
"That old bat again? Ugh. She jabbed me in the ass with that thing last week. It's still bruised!" Commander Max griped.
"All hail the mighty commander, defender of the city, he of the sensitive bum." Bobbi uttered.
"Can we maybe not talk about this at the table?" Max asked.
Cindy remained uncharacteristically quiet as the banter continued.
"Unlike you to not be the one leading the chaos."
Her ears perked up. She couldn't believe it. She turned around.
Emily was standing behind her, a light smile on her face. "Happy birthday, little sister. Sorry I'm a little late."
Hearing that, seeing her, every ill feeling inside of Cindy disappeared in an instant. An ecstatic smile took over her face. "EMMY!"
She leapt up and embraced her sister. "Oh my God oh my God! You came! You really came! I...I thought you were busy! You were totally lying the other day, weren't you?!"
"I...oh, Cindy, you're crushing me..."
"Sorry, sorry!" Cindy let go...briefly. "Oh, I can't help it! I'm so happy! You're really here, for real!"
"Yes, I...really am. Ah..." Cindy let go again. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you back then. I wanted this to be a surprise."
"Oh, and I made you feel so bad! You were gonna be here all along! Ohhhh, what a dumb thing to do..."
"Don't apologize. I needed to hear it."
"Hang on, this is by reservation only...Mom, did you know about this?"
"We all knew about it, sweetie." Letty affirmed.
"It was a task, hiding it from you." Candice added.
"Right down to having you sit facing away from the door, my lady." Hugo said.
"You, too?! I never programmed you to hide things from me!" Cindy exclaimed.
"Apologies, Lady Cynthia. Your mother insisted."
"Emily, is there something you want to say to Cindy?" Max asked.
"Yes. There is." Emily affirmed. "Even if it's too late, I wanted to apologize for everything I said and did to you over the years. I was bitter and angry, and I took it out on the one person I should've been taking care of. I've been struggling with how to say this...after what happened with Robert, I've found it hard to open up to people. I'm terrified to express myself. It could just lead to more heartbreak."
"That suave bastard wasn't good enough for you, anyway..." Commander Max grogged.
"Let her have her moment, dear." Letty advised.
"Emmy...you shouldn't be afraid to let your own family get close to you. I know that jerk broke your heart, and I know how much you miss your mom. But we're all still here. You don't have to deal with it all by yourself. And as for all that other stuff, I forgave you for it a long time ago. I know what you're trying to do. I'm just happy that you want to be better now. So...can I ask you for something? Like, a special birthday favor for me?" Cindy asked.
"Name it." Emily replied.
"Can we be a family now? For real?"
"A real family..." Emily looked at the table filled with curious faces. "Cindy. Nothing would make me happier. I truly want to be a sister to you. That means being a friend. I'm prepared to let go of all this anger and move forward with you. It's what my mother would've wanted. Because despite everything I've ever said, I admire everything about you. From your intellect to your bottomless positivity. I know you've been waiting to hear this forever, so the truth, Cindy, is that I..."
"Yeeees~? Go on. Let that heart defrost."
Struggling with her words, Emily looked past everyone. Among the flowers and the vines was the ephem visage of a woman wearing a dark cloak. 
Her mother smiled, and gave her a nod.
With that, Emily gave her sister a hug. "I love you, Cindy. I'm lucky to have a sister like you."
"Mmmmmmmmmm...!" Cindy began to blush madly. "Someone, please pinch meeeee! This is all I ever wanted!" She tightly hugged back. "I love you, sis!"
"Ahhhhh!" the commander wailed.
"Christ, keep it together, man!" Max responded.
"...are you filming this?" Anna asked.
Letty was holding up her phone. She wiped away a tear. "I need the receipts." 
"Okay, okay, come and sit!" Cindy urged. "Ummm, Aunt Bobbi, would you mind if...?"
"Kicking me out, now? I could have you prosecuted for that..." Bobbi grogged.
"No need for power abuse, Mother. I'm sure you can oblige." Candice said.
"When are you gonna stop being so formal with me? Ah, fine..." Bobbi took one last sip of wine, then took the seat at the other end of the table.
Cindy sat back down, Emily right next to her. "Ohhh, this is the best! I don't know how I'm not jumping out of my clothes, I'm so excited!" Cindy exclaimed.
"Maybe don't do that in public, Cindy." Candice cautioned.
"Gotta be the only one doin' that, eh Candy?" Anna asked.
Candice turned red. "You promised not to mention that."
"Do I even want to know?" Max asked.
"No, you don't."
"Homegirl went for a swim and thought she was far out enough that no one'd see. And oh, did someone see. A whole boat full of someones." Anna ignored her.
"'Breaking News: Alaska Whale-Watching Cruise Spots Mermaid Singing With Humpbacks!'" Bobbi grogged.
"M-Mother, please, no more!" pleaded a flustered Candice.
"You swam naked in frigid water?" Max blinked.
"There's nothing wrong with swimming in the nude! Feeling salt on my body is the only time I feel truly alive! I had no idea there was going to be a cruise passing by, I'd never do something so indecent!"
"How'd you not freeze?"
"Lemurians are a hardy folk. Their bodies have evolved to handle any water temperature. You were visiting an offshoot of the tribe when that happened, weren't you?" Emily explained.
"Yes, it was originally just a normal visit, but then I realized the whales were in the area that time of year. I didn't want to waste the opportunity, and then...things happened." Candice replied. "But if we're going to air out instances of public embarrassment, Anna..."
"Oh, don't even go there!" Anna protested.
"This I've gotta hear." Max stated.
As they bantered, Emily turned to her father. "Dad?"
"Ehhh, what's up, doc?" the commander grogged.
"When you've sobered up, I think we're overdue for a talk. About Mom."
"I think that'd be a great idea, Daddy. If me and Emmy can work things out, you can too." Cindy added.
The commander started whimpering.
"Dad? Did I say something wrong?" Emily asked.
"*sniff*...I'm just so happy...my girls are finally getting along and it's making me so emotional and hoooooly hell, am I drunk." he uttered.
Letty patted his shoulder. "That was beautiful, dear."
"You're beautiful."
"Hush."
The sisters had a laugh at this.
Dinner passed, and Emily went to get the cake. "...I'm so sorry in advance for this." 
"Sorry about what?" Cindy asked.
Hugo hopped on the box and peered inside of it. "...oh."
"Okay, now I've gotta see." Cindy opened it. "...wha?"
"'Congrats On Your Divorce...Jaleel'?" Anna pondered.
"I have *several* questions." Max said.
"I don't know what happened, sweetie. Either they misheard me on the phone, or there's a newly-single man about to receive a very unfitting cake." Letty said.
Cindy started laughing. "Oh, it's totally fine! I gotta get a pic of this, it's too funny!"
"As long as you're okay with it." Emily replied.
"To our new pal Jaleel..." Commander Max was slumped away from the table, holding a wine glass.
"Enjoy the single life, buddy..." Bobbi toasted to that.
"I'm not carryin' them back." Anna said.
"Now, Cindy. There's something else I've got for you." Emily reached under her chair.
"Aw, Emmy, you didn't have to! You're being here's a gift enough for me." Cindy replied.
"So you want me to return this?"
"Oh, absolutely not. Gimme gimme."
Cindy took the bag, and pulled something wrapped-up out of it. She unwrapped it. "Oh...oh, wow."
It was a custom-made figure of Cindy's Vtuber, about half a foot tall.
"The man at the hobby shop got it done fairly quickly, and he did a pretty good job from what I can see. Until you get officially licensed figurines. You like it?" Emily asked.
"Emmy...it's so cuuuute! I love love love love LOVE IT! Thank you times infinity!" Cindy hugged her.
"You're so very welcome, Cindy. I had Muno make absolutely certain that you didn't have anything like it. Sorry that I had to lie to you about what I was doing."
"I get why you had to, it's okay!" Cindy hugged Emily's arm and nuzzled. "I'm happier now that I know what it was all for."
"Uhhh, Luna? Have you been takin' crazy pills? You're bein' all...sisterly. And it's super weird." Anna asked.
"I think it's wonderful. Families should get along." Candice responded.
"Easy for you to say."
"It's nothing so complicated. Someone just told me I needed to be more open and willing to move forward. No matter how hard it is." Emily replied.
"I'm sure the girl purring on your arm agrees with that." Max said.
"Now's as good a time as any to cut that cake. With apologies to Jaleel." Letty said. "Max, Barbara, are you two going to--"
Bobbi was asleep against a tree. "And I am tellin' you...IIIII'm not goin'...you're the best man I've eeeever known..." the commander sang.
"Oh, what a travesty." Candice said.
"Least they're keepin' their clothes on, eh Candy?" Anna teased.
"Your family is completely insane, you two know that?" Max asked.
"Yep~." Cindy cheerily affirmed.
"And I wouldn't have it any other way." Emily said, with more confidence in that statement than she ever had.
It was an insane family. And she was finally pleased to admit, it was hers.