Persona BLEACHED 2: Part 20

Chapter 20: Tales of the Phantoms
Several Years Ago
A basement in an unknown location. Echoing amongst the walls, the sound of weeping.
Sitting against the wall, curled up and crying, was a small child, with short dark hair. 
Then, a noise. The door to the basement opening. Someone made their way down the steps, their footsteps heavy. They reached the child, and placed their azure-gloved hand on top of their head. The child looked up in awe.
"To be treated so harshly. Do not fret, little one. I will ensure you can live how you want." the man said.
"In return, once you come of age...there are things I will require of you."
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January 20, 2029
Kibō opened his eyes. He looked around, realizing he was in the blue ballroom once more. "This place again...what did the big-nosed guy call it? The Velvet Room...? Why am I here again?"
"Your performance thus far has been impressive." The long-nosed man appeared before him.
"You again...Igor, was it? Why am I here?"
"Merely assessing your progress into true knighthood."
"Knighthood? What are you even talking about?"
"You have set out to punish the wicked and defend those in need. One could say that you and the bonds you have forged are akin to modern day Knights of the Round."
"That's...I think that's a little flattering. Is that all I'm here for?"
"Your deeds have been commendable. But a word of warning. Your enemies are many. Humans who, much like this place, have found a way to exist somewhere between reality and the unconscious. A way that completely dissipates once their corrupted heart has been cleansed. Your foes slither through the shadows, feigning normalcy as they further their goal. You must remain vigilant, young knight. Deceit lies everywhere, in many forms. Should you fail to perceive that which lies beneath, your crusade against the darkness will end as a tragedy..."
Kibō awoke in his bed.
"Was that all a dream...? No, it was way too vivid. That room...the air of mystery, the shade of blue...reminds me of--"
A knock on his door. "Kibō. Your date is here. I'd advise you to hasten your exit from Slumberland." Kenji said.
Kibō looked at his phone. "Shoot, I slept in!" He rushed out of bed.
He exited his room a couple minutes later, fully dressed. "Sorry about the wait."
Barbara was seated on the couch, next to a tea-sipping Kenji. "Tsk tsk. Don't you know women don't like being made to wait?" he asked.
"How would you know that?" Kibō asked back.
"I read." Kenji took a sip of tea.
"It was just a couple of minutes, I don't mind at all." Barbara said. "So, shall we go?"
"Yes, let's. See you later, Kenji."
"Tell your parents I give my regards. I'll just wait here for--" Kenji got a call on his phone. He sighed, and picked it up. "Yes, Katherine?"
"WAZZUUUUUUUUUUUP?" Kitty yelled out.
"Time already to ruin my day, eh? Not even nine o'clock yet..."
Kibō and Barbara left the dorm. "Thanks for tagging along today, Barb. Mom was thrilled when I told her you were coming." he said.
"Of course. Can't just leave you alone, can I? Everyone else will be looking after Care."
"I didn't feel very good about leaving town, but I already promised my parents I'd spend today at the shop. I feel better knowing the others have Carrie covered."
"Have to give your parents some time. Has to be lonely with you not being around."
"At least I'm not too far away from home. I still think of how difficult it must be for everyone else having family halfway across the globe."
"Yeah, it's a lot to adjust to. I call my mom nearly every night to make sure she's alright. Heh, you'd think it'd be the other way around. Given how nasty things are with my dad...no, it's not a good thing to think about. Soon as we got Max back, we hightailed it to the other side of the state. I'm afraid of what'll happen if he ever finds where she is."
"Do you wish you could've stayed home?"
"I did think about that early on. But my mom really wanted us to experience this. I have an uncle who works in security. He makes sure she has all the protection she needs. Sometimes I get homesick, but then I remember I have family here, and I feel better."
"I suppose having your brother here helps on that front."
"I don't just mean Max, Keeb." she said with a smile and a blush.
"Oh...oh. Right."
She giggled. "Sorry, I know the gushy stuff makes you uncomfortable. The theater girl in me makes it come naturally, I guess."
"It's alright. I don't want you acting differently around me. Don't ever think you should hide anything from me just because it could make me uncomfortable."
"...!"
"Something wrong?"
"Oh, no...just the opposite, actually. Never mind, it's nothing. Let's hurry, we'll be late for the train at this rate." "Oooooh, no, it's not nothing. I've got a whole opera full of things I want to say! I'm still annoyed that I completely flubbed it last month. I've made a ton of declarations in performances, in front of a bunch of people. Why can't I do it one-on-one when it's real?! Ugh..." she thought. 
Kibō thought to press further, but decided it was best to leave it alone. They continued on to the train station.
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"Okay...I should be good now." Kibō was wearing two extra shirts underneath another shirt and a jacket. The pair were standing in front of his parents' shop.
"Is that all necessary? I get that it's cold out, but--"
"It's not for the cold."
The door flew open, and Kyoko wrapped up Kibō in a bear hug. "My babyyyyyyy!" she exclaimed. 
"Oh. Right. I get it now." Barbara muttered.
"Hey, what's going on with the abs? Keebie, have you been working out?"
"Sure, Mom, sure...that's totally it..." Kibō struggled to utter.
"And you brought a little angel with you! How ya doin', Barbie?"
"Um, just fine, Mrs. Ishimaru. Really, 100% fine."
"Don't give me that deer-in-the-headlights look, I won't give you the Kyoko Grapple. Can't go breaking a delicate flower, can I?" She put Kibō down, and he slumped onto his back. "Come on in, doll, Kabu already has the tea brewing..." She walked inside.
Barbara looked down at Kibō as he slowly got to his feet. "The shirts...did not work..." he uttered. 
The pair walked inside after Kyoko. "*sigh* Kyoko, what have I told you about crushing our son's back?" Kabu chided.
"Aw, please, he's a tough boy. He can handle a little affection from his ma, right Keebie?" Kyoko asked.
"Oh yeah, totally. Barely even a bruise..." Kibō strained.
"If he ends up having spinal problems as he gets older, I'll know who to point the finger at."
"Hey, pointing at someone is rude, y'know. Don't they teach fancypants suit-and-ties to be polite to fragile ladies like me?"
"Dear, I've seen you suplex a man twice your size. You're the least 'fragile' person I've ever met."
"She what now?" Barbara asked.
"It's a long story..." Kibō replied.
"Anyway...about why we called you here. I realize it's a hectic time given what happened to your friends. But, your mother and I agreed that there was something we needed to resolve. So we arranged for a meeting." Kabu explained.
"A meeting? With who?" Kibō asked.
"Think that's them at the door now." Kyoko replied. 
The door opened. "I hope you don't mind us letting ourselves in." spoke a familiar young woman.
"It's a store, don't worry about it. My bad for not moving quicker to open." Kyoko answered.
"Hang on, isn't that..." Barbara began.
There in the entrance were a pair of red-haired women, accompanied by a small brown-haired child. "Good morning, everyone. You must be Mr. and Mrs. Ishimaru. A pleasure to finally meet you." Rin said.
"Professor?" uttered a surprised Kibō.
"Much the same to you, Professor Kubo. And you must be Ms. Hana." Kabu said.
"Yes, indeed. Was it my delicate, flower-like appearance that gave it away?" Hana teased.
"Mom." Rin sternly said.
"Dad...what's all this about? Have I done something wrong?" Kibō asked.
"It's got nothing to do with you, son. Your mother and I thought it was finally time to resolve...old issues. Involving your brother." Kabu answered.
"We have a table in the back. Our employees should be in in a little while. We'll be free to chat." Kyoko added.
"Sounds good. I hope you don't mind me bringing my daughter along. I didn't have anyone to look after her." Rin said.
"I can look after her while you all talk." Barbara said. "I'd be happy to show her around."
"That would be lovely, Barbara. I hope it isn't too much trouble."
"It's no trouble at all. I love looking after Shizuka-chan. I won't take my eyes off of her. And I'll stay out of sketchy places."
"I know you will. Just try to steer clear of packed crowds. You know how she is with busy, loud places."
"I've got it. Come on, sweets. Time for the adults to chat..." Barbara picked up Shizuka and walked out.
"Cute kid." Kyoko said.
"She's my little caterpillar. So, shall we?" Rin asked.
"Yes, let's. You come along too, Kibō." Kabu said.
"Alright. I'm sure this won't be the least bit awkward..." Kibō mused.
Kibō took a seat, bearing a look that screamed "why is this happening". 
"Mmm, this is some delightful tea you have, Mr. Ishimaru." Hana said.
"Thank you, but there's no need for formality. 'Kabu' is fine." Kabu replied.
"She can't help it. When you're around my partner as much as she is, you start to pick up on her immaculate manners. Sometimes I think I'm marrying a maid." Rin said.
"Hm, engaged with a kid. Not a bad deal, Professor." Kyoko uttered.
.....
"Alright, I think it's best to just come out with it. Listen, about...nine years ago..." Kabu said.
"I already know what you're going to say. What happened was between me and Kyohei. I don't hold anything against you. And I made my peace with it a long time ago." Rin replied.
"We're his parents, though. He's only where he is now because somewhere along the line, we screwed up. We've had to hear a lot of takes on how we failed as parents from a lot of people. Like you, Ms. Hana." Kyoko said.
Hana averted her eyes, clearly knowing what Kyoko was talking about. "Mom...?" Rin pondered.
"I may have given some...heated interviews after the trial..." her mother admitted.
"I have them all saved on my phone. I've got this one memorized, actually." Kyoko said.
"Mom, please, don't..." Kibō groaned.
"'At the end of the day, responsibility for a child's failures stems from the parents' failure to properly imbue a sense of right and wrong. The fact that an eleventh-year student could be able to manipulate and threaten so many people tells me that either the parents had no idea what they were doing...or that they, in fact, did.' Oh, and this part's my favorite. 'I would be concerned that they have another child. Something tells me that we might be repeating this process in a few years time.'"
Rin removed her glasses and began rubbing her eyes. "I make no excuses. That mess cost me a son and nearly cost me my daughter. You'll have to excuse me for being a tad upset." Hana affirmed. 
"We don't blame you for being angry. Frankly, that was a wake-up call for us. I'd gotten sick of the political world long before then. That kind of 'win by any means' environment's what drove Kyohei to do what he did. We lost one son to that nonsense, I wasn't about to lose the other. If I'd have just gotten out sooner, maybe none of this would've happened." Kabu said.
"If I can be honest for one moment, what I said pertained to me as much as it did to you. My eldest spent a few years behind bars. And for as many indiscretions as your son performed, Tohru was guilty of just as many, if not more. You put those kinds of personalities together, and naturally the results are going to be...explosive. I often wonder what else I could've done to set him straight." Hana conceded.
"Oh, Mom..." Rin put her hand on her mother's shoulder. "I promise you, nothing we did could've stopped Tohru from going down his path. You did the best you could. Raising all three of us after Dad died couldn't have been easy."
"I would be inclined to agree. For your daughter to become a professor at one of Japan's elite institutions at such a young age is no small feat. Kibō always tells us how good of an influence she is on him and his classmates. I'd imagine that's in no small part to your care." Kabu said.
"I could say the same about you and your wife. When my Rin told me that your son was in her class, I thought he was going to be a troublemaker. But she never describes him as anything short of well-behaved."
By this point, Kibō had his hood over his head, and was blushing.
"Don't be so embarrassed, Kibō. You're a model student." Rin began. "His classmates have all told me how helpful he is with their studies. To be frank, I wanted him in my class so I could help steer him away from his brother's worse habits, but it didn't take me long to realize that any intervention on my part was wholly unnecessary. I sincerely apologize for assuming any flaws from the two of you."
"Well I think I speak for the both of us when I say that we were wrong for assuming any ill intent from you, Professor." Kabu replied.
"Ditto. We thought you wanted Keebie in your class so you could get payback for what Kyohei did. But we were worried for nothing. Now we know our boy's in good hands. Ain't that right, Keebie?" Kyoko asked, putting her hand on his head.
"Sure, Mom, sure..." Kibō groaned, now even redder than before.
"I think the poor dear is a bit embarrassed." Hana said.
"I'll stop torturing him. If you wanna go hang out with our Barbie doll, that's fine by me." Kyoko said.
"I don't even know where she went." Kibō replied.
"Probably not somewhere crowded. Shizuka would want to go somewhere quiet. There any place like that around here?" Rin asked.
"Only place I can think of is Kanda-jinja. If I wanted to go somewhere away from the noisy techno crowd, could do worse than a temple." Kabu replied.
"Kanda-jinja, right. I know the way." Kibō said.
"Let me go with. Shizuka will be asking for me after a while. Plus I'd feel better knowing you weren't alone." Rin said. "You don't mind staying a little while, do you Mom?"
"Not at all. I'm more than happy to stay and reveal your most embarrassing secrets to your student's parents~." Hana chimed.
"Moooooom." Rin groaned.
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"Here we are. Certainly not as many people as around town." Barbara said. She and Shizuka had arrived at a vermilion-hued shrine. "I read somewhere that they sell charms to bless electronics so they'll keep working. Want to get one for your headphones?"
"Uh-huh. I wanna keep them forever. You and Kitty got them so that's why I love them." Shizuka answered.
"Awww, aren't you sweet? Okay, let's go buy us a talisman."
Barbara purchased a small purple amulet. "Okay, so you just hang onto this, and nothing bad will ever happen to your headphones."
"Never ever?"
"Never ever ever. So, you want to look around a little more, or start heading back?"
Shizuka looked around, and noticed something. "Hey. That's Uncle Jin over there." she pointed.
Sure enough, in front of a statue of a diminutive mallet-wielding figure, Jin was standing around, looking pensive.
"Mr. Mirai? That is you, isn't it?" Barbara asked.
"Hm? Oh. You're one of Rin's students. Barbara, wasn't it? What are you doing here with Shizuka?" Jin asked.
"I'm just showing her around while the Professor's having a meeting. Were you praying just now?"
"You could call it that. I'll be returning to work soon. I was asking Daikoku for good fortune and luck. I'm not an overtly religious man, but after the last few months, I'm willing to take as many blessings as I can get."
"You run a video game store, right? Figures you'd pick a place like this to come pray to."
"I come here often, when I need to clear my head. Whenever my watch needs maintenance, I bring it to a friend who works around here. He's the one that helped build it."
"I'd been curious about that watch. How are you able to project your thoughts to it?"
Jin poked the back of his head. "A chip. Embedded into my brain. Rose provided the technology. I don't ask. She's an enigma wrapped in a riddle, that one. But I can't complain. When I first lost my voice I had to use a tablet to communicate. This is preferable. Even if it doesn't change that the only use I have for my mouth is eating."
"Mr. Mirai..."
"....." "I can't stand it. I'm living a never-ending nightmare. My voice stolen. The one responsible mocking my every move, long after he took his final breath. My own sister seeking spiteful revenge. I'm not who I used to be. I can't be who I used to be. Every time I close my eyes, I see the same thing. That red-robed demon putting his knife to my throat, laughing all the while. Time passes, he dies, and life goes on. But I still can't move past it. Even if the visions stopped completely, it wouldn't change my reality. Rina will never hear my voice. And I'll never be able to say 'I love you' to Tenko with my own mouth."
"....."
"Take my advice. When you find that one person you adore above all others, let them know. Our reality is cruel. Leave nothing unspoken." Jin shook his head. "Sorry for the gloomy talk. I should be heading back to town. Give your professor my regards." He walked away.
"Uncle Jin is always sad." Shizuka said.
"It sounds like he has a lot on his shoulders. But he was right. About telling people you love them."
A short while later, Kibō arrived with Rin. "There's my little lovebug." she said.
"Oh, hey Professor! And...Keeb is here. How did the meeting go?" Barbara asked.
"Well, we got some things aired out that needed to be. First step to healing is talking things over. When we left, Ms. Kyoko was starting to talk about her wrestling hobby, so that's a good sign."
"If that's what you want to call it..." Kibō muttered.
"I've been sitting around here just chatting with Shizuka for a while. I've only seen the shrine entrance so far. Would it be alright if we looked around before heading back?" Barbara asked.
"Oh, that would be more than alright. This'll be a perfect time to show off my mythology know-how. I don't come out here very often, so this is a great opportunity." Rin replied, a glimmer in her eyes.
"Now I'm really excited. Talking myths with the Professor, and maybe...some other topics." She glanced over at Kibō.
"Come on then, let's get started. Time for one of Professor Apple-chan's guided tours!"
"'Apple-chan'?" Kibō questioned.
Rin started turning red. "Ah, forget I said that. It's an old nickname. Don't tell the others about it, please..."
"Kanda-jinja was originally built in the year 730, but was moved to its current location in the year 1616. Fires and earthquakes have led to it being rebuilt and refurbished numerous times over the years. Its last great rebuild was done using concrete, which allowed it to survive the bombing of Tokyo during World War 2 where most of the city's ancient structures were obliterated."
"Three spirits are associated with the temple: Daikoku, god of darkness and wealth; Ebisu, god of fishing; and the rebellious samurai, Taira no Masakado, who led an insurrection against the government of Kyoto during the 10th century. He's gained the status of a demigod, partly out of respect, partly out of fear. His reputation was such that it's said the emperor of the time moved the shrine here so that Masakodo's spirit wouldn't be anywhere near his castle." Rin explained.
"Fear of rebellion has existed since the dawn of time, it would seem." Kibō said.
"I've seen a few business people wandering around here. Is this a popular gathering spot for them?" Barbara asked.
"It is. Daikoku and Ebisu are both considered major gods of fortune, so it's not uncommon for entrepreneurs to come and pray for prosperity and luck. On top of that, since it's so close to Akihabara, many of the charms they sell here are to ensure that electronic products don't go haywire." Rin dictated.
"That part I know about. I actually bought Shizuka-chan one so her headphones wouldn't break."
"Ah, I was wondering what she had in her pocket. I really am happy you and the class have taken such a liking to her. I don't know what I'm going to do when you all leave for the summer." 
"They're leaving?" Shizuka somberly asked.
"Not for a while, sweets. But we do have to go home for a couple months..." Barbara said. Shizuka looked like she was about to cry. "Oh no, don't cry, sweets, we won't be gone forever. I can call and we can talk whenever you want. But if I stay here all summer, my Mom'll be really sad and lonely. That wouldn't be very nice, would it?"
"No..." Shizuka conceded.
"Please don't be sad, it's not gonna be for a few months. We can even do something really fun before we all leave."
"I have an idea." Kibō said. "Around May 15th, there's going to be a huge festival right here at Kanda."
"You're talking about Kanda Matsuri, right?" Rin asked.
"That's right. It's an odd-numbered year so we lucked out in terms of proximity. There's going to be a huge parade around the surrounding districts. It's one of the biggest events of the year. It'd be the perfect send-off before everyone heads home."
"That sounds amazing! I've been wanting to experience a real Japanese festival ever since getting here. I am a bit worried about Shizuka-chan being in such a big crowd..." Barbara said.
"Don't worry about it. That's what the headphones are for. Plus if it means spending the day with her favorite babysitters, she'll put up with any crowd." Rin replied.
"Plus we have every reason to attend this year, since the Academy is building a float for the parade. And the one they have leading the construction for it is Kenji." Kibō added.
"Wow, really? So we're finally going to see him working his craft, huh?" Barbara asked.
"So it would seem. Don't ask me what he's coming up with, though. You know how secretive he is with his work."
"Still, getting to design a float for such a high-profile event must be an incredible honor. I hope we can all be there to see it."
"If you mean Carrie, I'm sure she'll be on her feet by then. She's determined to get back to a stable place in time for the Spain trip at the latest. The dance in a few weeks might be stretching it, but I think she just wants to go back to normal business. Whether that includes our...work, is another matter entirely."
Barbara looked around. "Hey, where'd the Professor go?"
Rin walked back over. "Sorry about that. Shizuka caught sight of a butterfly and wanted a closer look. Thank the gods she isn't chasing hornets like her sister used to do. That's the last thing I need. She's getting a little antsy, so shall we head back?"
"Sure thing. Hopefully my Mom hasn't corrupted yours yet." Kibō replied.
As they walked back, Barbara began to think things over. "Didn't get a chance to say anything, again. Patience, Barbara. It has to be the right moment. Oh, my heart, why won't you stop fluttering?"
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A few hours passed. Barbara was in one of the crowded streets, standing by herself in-between two stores. She appeared to be pondering something.
"Oh, Barbara-senpai! Is that you?" a voice exclaimed.
Barbara snapped out of her thoughts to find a girl in a pink maid outfit approaching her. "Oh, hey Sakuya. Fancy running into you here. You're working today?"
"I'm on break at the moment. What brings you around these parts?"
"I'm hanging out with Keeb today, but he's with his parents. I stepped out to look around the shops. And...to think. Sorry, I don't want to take up your break..."
"Senpai, I'm paid to be attentive and spoil customers. I can spare an ear for a friend. In fact, let me get a good look." Sakuya came in close to Barbara's face, staring directly into her eyes. "....."
"Uh..."
"...your heart is aching. Boy trouble, I'm guessing."
"Gh...! How could you tell that just from looking at my eyes?"
"Eyes are the window into the soul, Senpai. And you didn't deny anything. Is Ishimaru-san treating you poorly?"
"What, no! That's not it at all! It's just...please don't tell anyone this. Keep it girl-to-girl."
"Of course. Girl-to-girl. What's ailing you?"
Barbara sighed. "Keeb is responsible. Mature. And very, very attentive when it comes to helping me practice. He's trying his hardest to keep up with me. At the same time, displays of affection...aren't his strong suit. He froze up the first time I held his hand. I don't want to make him uncomfortable just so I can have a little contact. But...mm. Oh, there's the fluttering again..."
"It's alright. You can let it out. You've made plenty of confessions on stage in your life, right?"
"It's different when it's real, Sakuya. If I say this, I can't take it back. It'll be out there and..."
"Out with it, Senpai. You'll feel so much better when you do."
Barbara took a deep breath, and turned red. "I'm in love with him. Deeply, passionately, hopelessly in love with him. Oooh, now it's fluttering even worse...I had a chance to tell him last month and I chickened out at the last second. What if I scare him off? I can't keep holding it back, but what if he's not there yet? I want to tell him. I want to tell him so bad. But I can't even figure out how I'm going to do it. It's one of the most important things you can ever say to someone. I have to do it right..." Barbara let out another deep breath.
"Feeling better?" Sakuya asked.
Barbara nodded.
"Such a treacherous thing, the heart. How did you and Ishimaru-san first connect? Outside of class, of course."
"Well, um...he walked in on me when I was practicing my songs in the theater. I usually prefer singing alone, but I felt strangely comfortable performing around him."
"There's your answer. Profess your true feelings in the truest manner you know."
"You're telling me to...sing my confession to him? I...I guess that would work. In the theater where we really formed a bond. Yeah. That's good. That's good! Right?"
"Exactly why I suggested it. Tell him it's for practice and surprise him. Try to look pretty, which honestly, won't be too difficult. Then when his guard is at its lowest, hit him with the most heart-felt lyrics you can muster. If he hasn't fallen for you by now, he certainly will once he hears your angelic lyrics. Unleash every whimsical feeling you have dwelling in your soul, and let it speak a song of love...!"
"Okay, okay, I get the picture!" Barbara was blushing wildly.
Sakuya also began to blush, and cleared her throat. "My apologies. I let the mood get hold of me for a moment there. I can be such a hopeless romantic. But you get what I'm saying, don't you?"
"I think I do. I have to make the moment special. Wearing something nice wouldn't hurt. Not super fancy, but still good for the occasion. Thanks again, Sakuya."
"Don't mention it. What kind of maid would I be if I didn't offer a word of aid to a young lady in love? Oh, if only I could have such luck..."
"Well, you never know. I've seen you and Sahir hanging out quite a bit lately."
"It's simple friendship, Senpai. I admire his overwhelming positivity, but I'm also well-aware of his reputation for having something of a...wandering eye. Given my own current situation, I would just be setting myself up for heartbreak."
"Hey, you never know. Everyone has someone out there waiting for them. Even hopeless romantics."
"I appreciate the thought. Maybe someday, the whims of fate will bless my own desire for acceptance and companionship." An alarm went off on Sakuya's phone. "Oh, there's the end of my break. Fare thee well, oh blonde-haired Juliet. Good luck with your upcoming performance."
"It never turns off, does it?"
"You know the club phrase. 'Drama student isn't an occupation. It's a state of being'."
"I hear that." The two hugged. "Thanks again. See you on Tuesday."
Barbara made her way back to the shop, something of a spring in her step. "Well, no turning back now. Just like that, I've got the most important performance ever..." she thought.
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"...and that's when she flipped Mr. McGregor onto the table." Kabu explained.
"Goodness. And he wasn't upset?" Hana asked, astounded.
"Just the opposite, he was laughing his ass off! Said something like 'Girlie, I tell ya what, I didn't think I'd be havin' fun at this lil' shindig!' He'd won his fight the night before in less than a minute, so the guy was in desperate need of some action. I live to give." Kyoko boasted.
"That was about the only fun to be had that night. Everyone else was horrified." Kabu added.
"Screw 'em. Bunch of tightly wound stuck-ups that never liked me anyway. Couldn't stand that I wasn't another daintily made-up ventriloquist's dummy and that I had a personality. Thank God that's done and over with."
An alarm went off on Rin's phone. "Ah, sorry. We've got to go if we want to catch our train. Thank you again for the time."
"Don't mention it. Glad we could start burying the hatchet." Kabu replied.
"Don't be a stranger now, Hana. You better know I'm paying that parlor of yours a visit." Kyoko said.
"I look forward to it. If you're ever around the markets in Naruki be sure to come by our shops. Look for the handsome fellow with the tribal tattoos and the cutie with the blue dress. You can't miss them~." Hana replied.
"Thank you again for the hospitality. Kibō, Barbara, see you on Monday." Rin said.
"See you, Professor." Kibō replied.
"Bye-bye, Shizuka~." Barbara waved.
"Bye-bye." the girl replied.
---
"This one, or this one or...oh this one's cute..." Barbara sifted through her closet.
"Boy, Barbie, you put any more light blue in that closet we're gonna start seeing clouds coming out." Kitty, sitting on the bed, quipped.
"Oooh, I'm losing my mind over this!"
"Gurl, I don't see what the problem is. You could wear a garbage bag and still look stupidly beautiful."
"She's got a point, you know." said Natalia, sitting next to Kitty. "Wardrobe definitely isn't one of your weak areas."
"It's not about what I'm gonna wear. I'm going to sing a declaration of love to Keeb! All day I've felt like there's a swarm of butterflies going through my stomach. Probably won't be able to sleep tonight, either..." Barbara groaned.
"You've sung to Keebster before. You've sung love songs before. You're just putting the two together. Easy peasy." Kitty said.
"It's not that easy, Kitty. It's just three little words, eight letters. But you put them together, and they're eight of the heaviest letters you can have." Natalia replied.
"I've never been this terrified to sing. This is too crazy! I probably shouldn't--"
"Since when were you afraid to take a crazy leap?" Kitty asked. "You're the one that always wants us to be our best. I wouldn't have told Sparky about being a thief if you didn't poke and prod me to do it."
"It's true. I was always too scared to do anything. You got me to do things I was too afraid of doing on my own. Sure, it was usually really scary...and humiliating...and kind of traumatizing...but I know I needed the extra push. Just like you need the extra push now. I need you to be brave." Natalia said with a smile.
"Hahahaha...guess I had that coming. Thanks for that, ladies." Barbara took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm good now. Just need some input for what I'm going to sing tomorrow..."
---
January 21, 2029
"You know what you're gonna do?" Kitty asked.
"Yes...I've got it." Barbara assured.
"Still nervous?"
"Ridiculously. But if I don't get this out now, I'm going to explode. I've sung this song plenty of times before. Never so meaningful as this, but..."
"You've got this. Repeat after me, Girl Scout. 'I am Barbara Dana O'Donnell, and I've got this'."
"I am Barbara Dana O'Donnell, and I've got this."
"'I'm gonna sing my little heart out for the guy I love'."
"I'm gonna sing my little heart out for the guy I love."
"'I've got legs that won't quit and a knockout of a roommate'."
"I hate you."
"Love you too, Barbie. Knock 'em dead."
At the same time, Kibō left his dormroom. "Oh, morning Keeb. Fancy running into you." Sahir came by.
"Good morning, Sahir. Off to see Care again?"
"Yessir. I was actually gonna see if Sakuya wanted to come with. They had a pretty nice conversation last time they met, and I feel like with all the craziness I've been giving her the cold shoulder. Hasn't answered me back yet, though."
"It's early. Probably still asleep."
"Yeah, that's probably it. Gotta say, I can't wait for Care to finally come home. I'm starting to get sick of hospitals. And I wasn't really fond of them before coming here."
"Completely understandable. Don't want to rush her back, but seeing her in that state isn't easy."
"It certainly ain't. Anyway, where are you off to? Another dance rehearsal with our fair maiden?"
"Please don't put it like that. But yes, Barbara wanted to meet up. Didn't say if it was for practice. To be honest...I can't get a good read on her lately."
"Why's that? You think she's mad at you for something?"
"If she is, I can't figure out what it would be. I don't think she's mad, just...I don't know. It feels like she's holding something back. Ever since the Destinyland trip."
"You said she kind of shirked away from saying something then, right? Think it might be that magic four-letter word?"
"I don't want to assume anything. But if that's what she wants to talk about, I need to hear her out. I feel like we've built something special these last few months. If I've done something to strain that, I need to fix it."
"Oh, Keeb. Pure, chivalrous, unknowing Keeb. Don't let me keep you from your destiny. It waits for no one~." Sahir trotted off.
"'Destiny'? Dramatic much?"
Kibō made his way to the school theater. Barbara was sitting on the edge of the stage, garbed in a light blue dress, with a pair of blue bows clipped onto the sides of her head. "Hi." she said, a bit of nervousness in her voice.
"Hi...you look..." Kibō stuttered.
Barbara swallowed. She began turning red. "Um...I know that I said I wanted to practice today, but...really, I just needed to...to say something. Or sing it. For you."
"Sing something...for me?"
"That's right. There's something I've been wanting to say for a while. The only way I can really express it is...through lyrics. There's a song...from one of my favorite plays. Please, listen carefully. This is really, really important."
"Okay..." Kibō took a seat, a knot in his stomach.
Barbara took a deep breath. She began to sing. With each spoken verse, the fluttering in her chest lessened.
"Let me be your freedom; Let daylight dry your tears; I'm here, with you, beside you; To guard you and to guide you."
"Say you love me every waking moment; Turn my head with talk of summertime; Say you need me with you now and always; Promise me that all you say is true; That's all I ask of you."
Kibō looked on in awe.
"Say you'll share with me; One love, one lifetime; Say the word and I will follow you."
"Say you love me. That's all I ask of you."
Kibō's thoughts were racing, nearly as quickly as his heart. "Barbara...somehow...her voice is even more angelic than before. " he thought.
Barbara finished singing. Tears in her eyes, she smiled. "Come up here. Please."
He rose from his seat, and climbed onto the stage.
"A singer's talent is largely measured on how well they can convey their feelings to their audience. Was I...was I clear enough?"
"I...I understood. It was too beautiful for me not to understand."
"That really makes me happy...I was so afraid that you wouldn't understand. That I was going to make you uncomfortable..."
"That's impossible. Nothing you do could ever make me uncomfortable. Even when it's something that normally would. Your warmth...your way of calming other people...that's what I got from your song. It's what I love most about you."
That one word was all Barbara needed to hear. She walked over to him, and held him tight. "Your heart's racing...every performer wants to have that effect on their audience. It means you've done everything you needed to do...there's no greater feeling than knowing your feelings reached someone. That understanding...that's why I..."
"Barbara...please, say it. I know you want to. You don't have to hold back."
Tears streamed down her face. "I love you, Keeb. I want to keep singing for you forever. Please, say it back. Say you love me back."
He closed his eyes. "Five months ago I met an angel in person. If I can make you even the least bit happy, then that's what I want to do. You have me forever. My love..."
"Well...what should we do now?" he asked.
"Let's just stay like this...for a little longer. Just so I can keep feeling your heart beating..."
---
Late night in Ikebukuro. Normally bustling, the streets of the sprawling metropolis were mostly silent, the citizens of Tokyo largely resting and preparing for the start of another work week.
Most suspicious figures would go unnoticed.
The Sunshine 60 building was once the tallest in the entire continent. From its observation deck, one could look out over several miles of office and entertainment buildings.
It is here where one such individual, garbed in a green robe, stood peering out over the city.
"....."
A sound came from behind him. The sound of someone teleporting in.
"Haimon."
Behind the green man was a figure in a dark blue hood, bearing a muscular stature, a large belt around his waste and a visor covering his face. "Heh. I don't even need to say anything. What's the emergency, Creon?"
"Not yet. Have to wait for the others."
"Great. As if I haven't spent the entirety of my existence waiting..."
"Wah wah wah, blah blah blah. Someone doesn't know the value of patience." Emerging from the shadows was a lanky figure in a chaotic-looking hood, being alternating colors of violet, yellow and white. He wore a white mask with two angry slits for the eyes, and a sharp-toothed smiling mouth.
"And someone still doesn't know the value of subtlety, Polynices." Haimon retorted.
"Subtlety? Pfft, fuck that shit. I step into a room, people are gonna know about it."
"People will know when you step in because of your rancid stench." A woman in a silver hood emerged, face covered by a shining mask.
"Zip it, Ismene. I don't give a rat's ass how anyone thinks I smell." 
"That much is obvious."
"All of you, be silent. It is time to begin." Creon ordered.
"Uhhh, not to talk back, boss man, but ain't we short one?" Polynices questioned.
"No." Sitting on the ledge of the building was a young woman covered by a black hood, her hands covered by its sleeves. Her mask was black, with a white mouth drawn to be seemingly sown shut.
"Come now, Tiresias. It's rather unbefitting for a young lady to not make her presence known." Ismene said.
"I just did." the girl replied.
"Right. Go ahead, Creon. Why did you call us all here?" Haimon asked.
"What do you see when you look at this city?" Creon asked.
"Ooh, this one of those philosophical questions or are you seriously asking?" Polynices asked, jokingly peering out over the ledge. "Buildings. Lots and lots of buildings. Oh, there's Sphinxie's old building..."
"Simpleton." Creon swatted at Polynices, knocking him back.
"Ouch! Motherfu--"
"Let me tell you what I see." Creon began. "I see a world desperately crying out for order. One that has long since lost its way. I see a world in need of a firm hand to guide it. I see these people...aimlessly going about their daily lives, no end goal aside from pleasing their governmental overlords. The leadership of this country is ill-suited to reap the rewards of the people. They deserve proper leadership. The grander purpose the Master would bring. What I see is a land populated by sheep, being guided by the wrong shepherds."
"All of us standing here are in this position solely due to the Master's intervention. The time to begin repaying those longstanding debts is close approaching. Only by annihilating the 'goddess's chosen warrior and her companions can our goal be seen to completion. Sphinx's downfall came from his own hubris. Those who allow their own egos to blind them from our true purpose will inevitably follow him to damnation."
"Comrades. You know of the obstacles standing before us. The apostate and her minions cannot be allowed influence over the people of this land any longer. We. Must. Bury them. Are we in agreement?"
"Shit yeah I am. Those high-and-mighty assholes deserve what's coming to 'em. Can't get the Master's order without a little chaos, can we?" Polynices replied.
"Your view is my own. The deceiver's ilk, those Artisan brats...they're more trouble than they're worth. I'll enjoy putting them away." Haimon added.
"Upsetting the establishment sounds enticing. I for one want to see whose reality the worker drones will choose, us or them." Ismene added. "How about you?"
"....." "This world disgusts me. Whoever has the will to disrupt it is who I follow." Tiresias replied.
"Hrm. We are in agreement. All that is left is to return to your business. When the time is right...you will know." Creon declared. One by one, the Theban elites teleported away.
Tiresias remained on the ledge. ".....Ringo Kubo...Kibō Ishimaru...when your wills meet with the Master's...what will fate decree as being just?" she mused, before disappearing into the cold night.