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Alistar & Sayako’s Theme

Needless to say, as the mysterious double doors revealed themselves, Taro was shocked, flabbergasted even. But Alistar simple walked through them, again, without explaining a word. Deciding not to pursue it, and just follow him silently, Taro rose from the piano on which he only moments earlier played a masterful tune.

As he walked through, there was a brief moment of complete darkness, and as soon as that subsided, a blinding flash of light, and with that, he opened his eyes (they were shut to shield the bright light), to reveal a room that seemed totally foreign to the Iori Place skyscraper where he was supposed to be located.

“What…the…hell?” The room was large, extremely large, men, dressed in very fine business suits scurried around holding tall stacks of paper as they reached their destination. There were two levels, the one he stood on, which had a beautiful, Persian like deep blue carpet underneath his feet, countless rows of bookshelves far off in one corner tempted him to do research, while the hundreds of computers that surrounded the room’s perimeter called him to check out. At each of the computer, women dressed in gothic lolita typed away on their computers, very emotionless and calculating. While some of the men, who were dressed neatly in their suits calmly peeped over their shoulder to make sure they were doing satisfactory.

The second floor, which was connected to the first by a set of deep blue spiraling steps, sat suspended, magically he guessed for there was nothing connecting it except for the staircase, above the little ‘library corner’ in the upper left one the room. That looked to be a lounge area, surrounding the square perimeter of that was a single, very long deep blue couch, with two circular glass tables, one filled with an assortment of drinks, the other with a few glasses. The lounge aria also had a TV, mounted on both of the walls that surrounded that corner.

Both areas were dimly lit, the ground floor, by one giant chandelier that cast a soft blue light, and the lounge area, also lit by a blue light chandelier, but a much smaller one.

Safe to say, Taro was bewildered.

“Alistair?” He asked, but the strange old man was nowhere to be found. Instead, a new face approached him, one of the men dressed in his black business suit.

“Master Murakami I presume? Please, this way, we have been preparing your audience with the Mistress for some time, may I say that it is a pleasure to see you again. Please, this way.” Taro looked at the fellow, very cautiously, just what was he talking about? Who was the mistress, and what did he mean when he said it was a pleasure to see him…again. However, he still followed, grasping tightly on the hilt of his blade behind him.

“You weren’t anything but a infant when we all saw you last. It is no wonder that you don’t remember us…” As the man spoke, Taro’s eyes narrowed, was this some trick?
As he studied the man’s features (well what he could from behind) he came to realize that this man was an elf. Infact, as he passed by more of the fellows in business suits, and cast glances at the women in lolita typing away at the computers, he realized that they were all elves.

“You all are---“ But before he could speak, the man was already bowing, waving his arms at the spiral staircase in front of them. He was standing dead in the middle of the ‘library corner’, the stairs would lead him to the lounge above.

“Please, the Mistress, and Alistair-sama are upstairs.” He was politely, verbally shoving him up the stairs. Taro nodded, and began up the staircase. Indeed, there was absolutely nothing holding the platform up. Something, or someone, must have been holding it up magically.

As he arrived, his eyes widened, she looked extremely different, but he never forgot an ‘aura’ of someone—it was Sayako. And Alistair, off to the side, grabbing a drink from one of the tables. The woman sat in the seat, directly across from him, below on of the large flat-screen televisions, , legs crossed, arms stretched along the top of the dark blue couch. Her hair, once going gray, was now silky and black. Her wrinkles were gone, her flawless, porcelain skin made her look like she wasn’t a day over thirty. She dressed in a long black dress and black heels, with short black silk gloves on her hand. On her lips was dark purple lipstick, matching her new pair of violet eyes, which were very reminiscent of his own.

“Taro…you’re just like your mother, no matter how much I changed my appearance back then, she could always tell it was me…” She sighed, annoyed by the thought, “It proved very troublesome in trying to find you all back then.” Sayako, in her new appearance fiddled with the pendant around her neck, only serving to further his amazement at this point, he noticed the pendant around her neck was of the same make as the one his mother had. Except the butterfly on Sayako’s was black.

“Sit down, , you came for information on the Neesha and their activity in this world right? Well, you’ve come to the right place, this is where all of the world’s information comes and goes.”

Somehow, Taro had at least triple the questions he entered Firefly City with now.