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Sora Arakida

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a character in “K Project; Fall Of The Grey King”, as played by Cornflower

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Sora Arakida

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Age
Gender
Clan
Role
Ethnicity
Birth Date
Sexuality
♢| Sky, Ara
♢| 10
♢| Female
♢| Timeless Palace
♢| Strain
♢| Japanese American
♢| June 17
♢| Unknown

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Sora is the strain of the Timeless Palace and their youngest member, having been there for as long she remembers. She considers her clan as family and cares for them dearly, especially since the tension is rising higher and higher. Her abilities fall under the category of growth and healing, and she counts herself as the resident doctor in the clan.

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Despite being born and raised in Japan, Sora gets her hair and eyes from her parents, both a shade of dull gold.She's quite small, barely seeming to get taller as she grew. With her slim limbs and small frame, Sora looks as though she is quite fragile. Usually wearing dresses and skirts, Sora dresses in whichever clothes her parents put out for her, though she doesn't mind any outfit too much.
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Loves:
    Flowers | "It'd be nice to see the world filled with blooming flowers one day, what a pretty sight."
    Helping | "I know I might not be able to do much, but I can try my best."
    Timeless Palace | "Everyone there is so nice, whether they admit it or not. I'd hate to see it gone."
    Soft toys | "They give me a feeling of security, I just love soft things!"
    Cats | "All the kitties are so cute, aren't they?"

Hates:
    Violence | "It would be best if we can resolve the problems with talking."
    People in pain | "I always get the urge to fix everyone, to make everyone better!"
    The dark | "It... it's really scary..."
    Sudden noises | "They make me jump if they come out of nowhere."
    Small spaces | "I don't know why, but I can't breathe properly in there."
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A little more so than a child her age should be, perhaps. Sora is aware of their situation and the conflict slowly broiling in the clans, and it's hard to say that she's not worried about it. She plans on trying her best to support her clan through it all, but she is deeply concerned about the rest as well. They're all people after all, each with their own reasons and purpose to fight and survive. Sora doesn't want anyone to get unnecessarily injured, just because of accusations drifting around. For a child only ten years of age, Sora seems acutely aware of her responsibilities, along with a stunning sense of independence. Sora knows how to cook simple meals, able to take care of herself without much trouble. She tries to take care of the clan as well in her own way, understanding what to do or say when someone is feeling down. Perhaps it was due to her powers that she worries and cares for people, but regardless of the reasons Sora is very concerned about the killings that seem to be happening a lot lately.

▐ Caring
Whether you're Friend or foe, or even a stranger she had just met moments ago, Sora cares deeply for everyone. It was as though she simply didn't know how to hate someone so she never does, treating everyone with the same sense of kindness and patience. She loves talking to people and looking after them, especially with her abilities of helping them heal. Sora never seems to know how to blame anyone and therefore mostly puts the blame on herself whenever something bad happens, worrying that she did something wrong.

▐ Emotional
As easy it is to make her laugh, it's easy to make her cry. Sora is a bit of a crybaby, hardly matching up to Sachiko's toughness in spirit. Sora is extremely vulnerable to tears, seeing a sad movie will make her tear up immediately, as will a scolding. Hardly being able to stand up for herself, Sora is often reduced to tears whenever Mira lectures her. As much as she tries to be spiritually strong, Sora's just about as durable as a glass doll.
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ImageSora was born to two gold clansmen, both strong entrepreneurs of the business world and thus often left their Daughter to the clan to look after once she learned how to walk. At the age of five, Sora was already tagging along behind one member or the other, as far as she cared the clan was like an extended family, she knew all the members and loved them likewise. Since she was young, her powers had always been prominent. Plants would grow out of floorboards and cracks in the celing, flowers bloom in her footsteps. Her room looked like a forest was growing in it, complete with towering trees and a meadow. Luckily, her family was rich enough to pay for the damages to the building and Sora was able to keep her small forest, often growing flowers on her own when she was bored.

Without her family around, Sora had always been an obedient child. She knew how to entertain herself for hours with a piece of string by learning how to play cat's cradle, but her Favourite passtime was always to play doctor for her clan. While most members feel like they were indulging her at first, they soon found out that her little treatments actually worked, granting strength to anyone she touched and healing their wounds quickly. That was the time her strain abilities were discovered, and she immediately put them to good use by trying it on anyone she could possibly help. Her health was weak as a child, and so that factored into her regeneration, allowing her to grow strong enough to officially join the clan in their adventures at the age of six. She had been there ever since, tagging along just in case someone gets hurt so they could find some use in her abilities. After all, what use was healing if you can't help anyone?

The recent killings had her guard up however, gathering information from bits and pieces she overheard from her parents' conversations. The blame and tension that seemed to be going on in the clans made her nervous, but Sora chooses to believe that none of them were that bad to start murdering people out of nowhere. She just wishes for the truth to come out soon while supporting the clan, understanding that there's only so much a child like her can do.

So begins...

Sora Arakida's Story

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5:45 AM | October 1st | Greater Tokyo Area

As the sun rose over Shizume city and the rest of Tokyo, the city had begun to wake up from it's slumber. It's residents, getting ready to begin their daily grind through their 9 to 5 jobs. Some already there, having stayed the night struggling to finish the heavy workload assigned to them. Others, of less orthodox professions, mucking around in the streets or on their way to school. However, for those who have managed become intertwined with the seven Kings residing in the city, the day had a more solemn meaning.

Marking exactly two weeks after the death of the former peacekeeper, a small ceremony was to be held to honor the dead King before his burial. Though few would be in attendance, too busy fighting among each other as to who the culprit of his, and other recent deaths was.

However, while they may be able to determine how their days will go, the security of their future is no longer certain. What may seem like an irrelevant decision at the moment, could very well mean whether or not more blood is spilled.

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WARNING: VERY LONG POST AHEAD.


Before the arrival of dawn, three small green stars were becoming one with Hibiki's ceiling. Their edges were rough and scraped at by the longest nail she possessed (on her right index finger, saved from her nibbling teeth by the unconscious desire to have something to scratch with), but they had been there too long to easily peel off the way they once might have. Her parody of a starry sky was as much of a spectacle as the true skies of Tokyo at midnight, a time Hibiki once thought was when the city went to sleep and the stars quietly arranged themselves into fantastic stories that you could read if you stayed in the dark. The slightest flicker of a light could send stars scattering. A light told them that children who should be sleeping were awake and watching.

But the city did not sleep then and the lights warded away the stars until the only ones that remained were the three she was glaring at on her ceiling. They weren't the brightest, having their own light pollution to battle with in the form of flashing monitors and screens, but she was too indifferent to properly remove them so they were OK by her. Now that Hibiki was older she knew when the city really slept. It slept in the earliest hours of the morning when the sun was not yet up and the stars had all gone away. This was the time that Hibiki always woke.

On that freakishly early morning, she found herself sprawled out on the floor in a position that was obvious to anyone she hadn't meant to fall asleep in, with her shirt flipped up and revealing her stomach and her legs tangled in electrical cords. Her one exposed eye looked dead, dragged down by the dark bags beneath it, and it stared lifelessly up at the stars which reflected in her brilliantly red iris. Hibiki peeled from the carpet as one would remove themselves from a cobweb: picking off things she didn't want to touch while making faces. Her long sheet of hair was the most reluctant piece of her to get off the ground before she wound it around her hand and yanked, breaking it free of its mango iced tea puddle prison. Several wispy green casualties were left behind but would not be missed. She crouched in her over sized shirt and boxers until something turned on in her brain and she stood up – or, as up as her spine allowed her to. She scanned the room once for anything on her security footage, her eyes lingering a little too long on her beckoning laptop, then navigated over the empty food packets, video games that focused on male bonding, a build-your-own-robot kit and lots and lots of unsorted laundry. She opened the door and stepped out to be swallowed by complete darkness, but the trip had been made so many times before that she didn't need the light to oh wait nevermind. As always she forgot how big she was ever since that sudden growth spurt and clipped her little toe on the dresser. A stack of letters slid sideways off the cupboard and something that was not her squeaked and buried itself in sawdust. Hibiki muttered an apology through her pain for disturbing her pet and dropped to the ground, felt around for the letters that fell, stacked them back up and carefully (or, as carefully as she could do anything) put them in the top draw of the dresser. She mentally flipped a switch as she hobbled through the corridor on her way to the kitchen and suddenly the apartment was lit up in harsh fluorescent lighting. Vision didn't make her any less of a lumbering zombie and now she could see how gross she looked by squinting at her disgruntled reflection in the kitchen window. A cup of cold water to the face and swirling around in her empty belly made her feel queasy but woke her to some extent and her first fully comprehensible thought of the day formed, Time?

4: 17

She moved quickly now. In the main room, she pulled out her exercise mat. Her long toes clasped the edge of it like a balancing act as she tied her hair up in the usual high ponytail with the lackey around her wrist. When done she couldn't help but deliver a swift and powerful roundhouse kick to the pink punching bag hanging beside her to just remind it of who was the boss. It left an indent and the bag swung back and forth and creaked in surrender. Satisfied, she curled down and touched the ground (just managing to, her knees could never seem to straighten) to begin her morning stretches.

4:38

Hibiki's purple hood hid her matted, mango-scented hair and headphones beneath it. Her shoulders and spirit sagged when she caught a glimpse at her sickly, boyish features in the mirror, which she zipped up her red turtleneck to hide. The next ten minutes were spent bustling around collecting yen like it was a scavenger hunt mini game. Before leaving the apartment she went to swipe an easy access packet of bubblegum from the top of a kitchen cabinet when she stopped. Her hand was caught in an invisible trap between the gum and a half empty packet of cigarettes. It was only for a second, a moment that she barely picked up on herself, that her hand swayed between the two options before snatching one up and stuffing it in her pocket with such vigor it was as though she never faltered. At the door she breathed. On the other side of the door she took out her keys and locked each padlock methodically. Outside the apartment complex, she pressed play on an upbeat track (I know I know I'm lame) of a band she favoured, yanked her hood down further and began to jog.

Her neck started cramping as she jogged through the inner city and it wasn't because she spent all that time craning over a computer screen, but good guess. The skyscrapers were too flashy in the way they reflected everything below and around them that it would be a crime to not look up at them as you ran by, a crime that Hibiki drew the line at. They would probably look better with the sun shining off of them but this was the only time that Hibiki could move through this area so leisurely. Any later and this place would be full of people and moving among them would not suit her... requirements. She jogged on the spot when she caught a glimpse of Mihashira Tower, the skyscraper that served as Timeless Palace HQ, staring at its top floor distractedly through her bangs until her own urgency spurred her forward. Even with the streets devoid of activity – well, apart from the lazy cars, pigeons, occasional person who looked like they didn't want to be seen just as she much as her and food businesses preparing for opening hours – the place still felt dangerous when lingered in for too long, almost as though someone was watching her. As she left Timeless Palace behind her, her long lost cat Suzu slunk away to say good morning to her true master.

Right around the corner from the HQ of Scepter 4, Hibiki inserted yen into a vending machine and crouched down to retrieve the breakfast it dropped for her. She poked the straw into the box and began slurping the weird liquid cereal stuff as she trotted backwards all the way to the tall black gates of the formal looking mansion. Finding humor in the thought that the Blue Clan were so desperately looking for her yet had no idea that she practically paid them a visit every day (buying from vending machines was so much less stressful than shops and shops weren't open when she was hungry this early, anyway), a smug, almost villainous smile formed around the straw between her lips. She turned her back on the building, wiggled her hips, stretched out her back and yawned then glanced over her shoulder with a look that said, “And what are you going to do about it?”, an expression hidden from security cameras by her hood. She swiftly finished her drink and disposed of her rubbish in the bin provided then did some proper stretching to warm up again before jogging away.

Her own territory felt the most comfortable for her yet was the most miserable. It was so pitiful and small and it was obvious why her members were yearning after HOMRA's territory, with it being so alive and spacious and not too uptown like Scepter 4 and Timeless Palace. The territory looked more appealing than her own because of how the Red King took care of it and cared for it... unlike her... but while she had no attachment to her territory as such (her true territory was the internet, after all), she felt a strong duty to her people... despite being happy to go her entire life without exchanging a single word with them... her personal issues had nothing to do with her loyalty, I'm sure.

<JUNGLE> had the highest number of members out of the clans. Their members weren't restricted to their shabby territory, they were scattered throughout Tokyo Metropolis with other jobs and lives apart from the clan. Members could choose to remain anonymous, with their true identities and residences documented by the king. They would be known to others in the clan by their online names only so they could support the group without having the pressure of Scepter 4 shaking disapproving fists at their backs. While that was once the norm, these people were now not so lovingly referred to by higher ranked members as “Shrubs”. You see, once upon a time, the entire group were completely anonymous and wore helmets to cover their identities when representing themselves publicly. It was during the fifty years of peace that the security focused on identity was lessened and the higher ranked, more involved members of the clan felt comfortable letting their faces and names be known. Ryuu claimed this more relaxed attitude was a good thing, as proper trust began forming amongst their ranks and with the other clans. Maybe it was good. But now Hibiki was king, and she was everything Ryuu was not, and while she had proven herself worthy of the title she had no means to prove a shrub like herself was worthy of their respect. The more she thought about the problems she had before all of these murders started made a hidden piece of her stress what the heck Ryuu was thinking, appointing someone with as much social awareness as her king. Ugh, Ryuu was so good at hyping them up to believe their bonds were more important than their brains (something that Hibiki definitely did not believe in but knew was a thing she had to fake). She wished he would hurry up and get back from the Bahamas or whatever place she'd rather be that was pictured on the last postcard he sent her.

And oh God, she still had to tell him about Naomi.

She took a quick break to check out the nightclub she "managed" while she was passing by. The Jungle looked so unimpressive in the grey light with its flashing neon signs turned off and she could tell that new graffiti had been added to its ink collection. It definitely didn't look like the ideal place to set up HQ, that was for sure, but Ryuu felt that they needed a physical hang out to regain that social interaction that kids these days were missing out on and hey, sex and alcohol are what they're into, right? The girl could even smell urine coming from the alley that led to the back entrance. Her face darkened upon remembering that's where she had to go in the evening to meet up with her new Right Hand, Hirai Nakazo. This would mark her second meeting with the man and she couldn't say that she didn't dread it.

Not passing through HOMRA's territory to the grocery store that opened at seven thirty sharp would be a disruption to routine.

At the end of her sprint she halted so suddenly that she buckled and had to clutch her knees for support. She was unused to pushing herself so hard in that last stretch. Her clothes trapped her body heat and made her more uncomfortable than she should have been after her run but she would never remove an item of clothing in public. Her heart was beating fast and there was an awful pressure against her temples, not from the exercise but from something else. Passing by the unassuming bed and breakfast that served as HOMRA HQ had become harder for her as of late. She looked up in time to see the sign switch from closed to open.


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She wasn't planning to be here. She didn't owe the Grey King anything. Why did she come here instead of home? She approached the funeral home so hesitantly that anyone watching might have thought she was attending hers.

But she didn't attend. She ducked around the back and when she reached a bench she lurched. The wind took the long hair that protruded from her hood hostage and whipped her face with it like a spiteful poltergeist. It was quiet here, or, much quieter now that her music was no longer assaulting her poor eardrums. She could still hear the sounds of the city, which was now very much awake. This was the time that Hibiki would be sleeping, but at least there was nobody here - not near her, just... surrounding her... and through that wall. Walls weren't as solid to her as they were to others. How she was going to wade home through that ocean of noise and humanity was beyond her, but sitting here in the shadows made the problem seem almost OK.

Almost.

She took a lighter from one of the two plastic bags she held then dropped them on her bench to leave both hands free to light a cigarette. It took a dozen tries for her slightly too large hands to flip the fiddly switch but they did, eventually. Finally, she took a long draw of her cigarette only to double over and hack up her lungs. This continued until it became a worry. When she managed to stop she grit her teeth and straightened, bringing the poison back up to her lips. She coughed again, but quieter this time. She shut her eyes and breathed.

Name: Yamauchi Naomi. Age of death: 42 Time of death: Unknown. Information has been withheld from Scepter 4's systems, most likely because they know I'll be following the case. All that's determined is it happened two weeks ago, just three days after the death of the Grey King. Cause of death: Found floating in the river with damage to the skull. The “official” story the news covered was that she hit her head and drowned. That isn't true. Her power was summoning electrical projectiles. She was not immune to her own projectiles. Taking the fight underwater was an advantage against her abilities and her killer knew that.

That's all the information I have of her death. Now, I have to decide my next move.


Hibiki reopened her eyes and gazed at her sneakers gravely, the smoke of her cigarette spiraling away in the breeze.

They expect to go to war, she surmised with her chin in her palm, Worst of all, they expect me to lead them there.

She inhaled the smoke again, held in her protesting lungs, and leaned forward.

Naomi was floating downriver. Upriver is HOMRA territory. She could have floated down, but a body bobbing down Sumida river would not have made it far without being spotted. The way I see it, we have reasons to be suspicious but not enough of them. HOMRA deny our accusations and are not inviting conflict nor have anything to gain by initiating it, though, their hostile attitude towards us suggests they're not against it. So how much can we call solid proof and how much are we grasping at prejudiced straws? I know for a fact that some in particular would say anything to start a fight with our more powerful neighbors. It's moronic, that way of thinking.

Smoke left her mouth in a little puff and she paused.

But it isn't unjustified. This isn't the first murder in these past three weeks but this is only the second that they're aware of. Four Shrubs have been targeted. If they knew, there would be hysteria. My clan is already scared and with Yoshida-kun announced missing yesterday... I should be drawing connections between all of the murders by now. She grunted and ruffled her fringe in frustration. And yet the only connection is that they were killed in regular, unoriginal ways near or in their residences, none of them showing any sign that they had been murdered by a clansman apart from the fact that nobody BUT enemy clansmen would want us dead. Or... actually... That was a lie. <JUNGLE> were a notorious hacker group, of course they had made enemies with powerful people and anyway, the identities and residences of those who chose to remain anonymous were known by only her and her Right Hand. The other clans would not know who or where they were – nobody would. Hirai was not yet trusted enough to receive the list and Naomi... she was gone. Naomi was the victim of the second murder and the first was a Shrub. The assailant could not have taken the information from her, they already knew it. Besides, there was no mention of torture wounds. None that were disclosed to the public. With her dead, the only suspects would be me and Akiyama Ryuu. Obviously I'm not a murderer, and Ryuu... … …

“... Pfft.”

Don't laugh. Any lead is worth something at this point, no matter how unlikely. Who had gotten that information and how? Had their faces been sold out to the highest bidder? Having so many enemies didn't help her narrow down suspects at all. I have some information on the deaths of the Shrubs, which is virtually nothing apart from the fact that the police obviously must have made the shocking discovery that the corpses were <JUNGLE> members, because each investigation dropped from their records days after they were in their system. If Scepter 4 documented information useful to all of these cases on their hard drives instead of writing it down on paper I'd have already solved this crisis, unless... they've refused to take it as a case. A dozen hackers in the underground aren't worth anything to such honest citizens.

That prospect hurt more than the original thought that Scepter 4 wanted to keep the infamous J and the Green Clan out of the loop. After all of the leads and information she had leaked them that had assisted them in so many cases, how they still hunted for her stung, but it didn't insult her like considering her clan not worth their time did. She was so troubled by this she felt ill, or perhaps that was just the cigarette.

… That won't do. They have to take it. Homicide is homicide. They already know <JUNGLE>'s crimes and they've overlooked them... mostly. Will an investigation of the murders of online gang members turn into an investigation into the identity of J? They're persistent enough that I've had to change my name and move three times already, having them working with us will leave me hazardously vulnerable.

She hunched up and sucked in her breath, hardening her resolve once more.

So the decision stands as this – either go to war with HOMRA; the Red Clan that has always beaten us, and punch the truth out of the Red King at the cost of what little territory we have, or ask for the help of Scepter 4; the Blue Clan that have always hunted us and can see us behind bars, make me forfeit my place as king or perhaps execu... The thought was so horrible she couldn't finish it. She took a quick draw of her cigarette and glanced around in paranoia. The funeral home felt like it was craning over her back. Even the sky was coming too close. It has been practiced before.

Then a third option – remain stumbling in the dark as we are stripped away one by one and <JUNGLE> no longer remains. And I have to make the decision before facing my Right Hand tonight.


Yeah, like that was going to happen. She tapped the ash from the end of her cigarette when the tremors in her hand became too much to keep it steady and it dropped. Hibiki swore and took out the box and lighter but her already fumbling hands were so shaky it was even harder than lighting the first.

“What are the two most important factors of making a decision?”

“Facts and rationality,” Hibiki answered just as Naomi chuckled over the top of her, “A good view and a fag.” Hibiki stared at her blankly from her bed until Naomi felt nervous. "You know, like, a cigarette. I'm talking 'bout cigarettes." Hibiki just grunted and raised an eyebrow to signify she knew what the woman meant. Naomi nodded and lit one up, breathed it in and sighed blissfully. "It's the same way I've made every decision. Even the one to keep your sorry ass around."

There was comfortable silence, when

"Obviously, killing your lungs speeds up the thought process." Hibiki was concerned for her, but she had meant to insult her to hide it, but not loud enough for her to notice. She did take notice and her face brightened with pride.

"Did my lil' Mako-chan make a funny in the absence of a joke book? I'm actually so happy. We'll be having these things called conversations in no time." Makoto, the name Hibiki wore as her own at that time. Her cheeks burned as scarlet as Naomi's hair at her nearly sarcastic jesting and Hibiki hid behind her knees, waiting for the torment to be over. The carefree woman blew smoke from her nostrils and reassured her, "Don't worry 'bout it. When I die it'll be on my own terms. I won't end up a bloated body washed up on the shore three days after I was attacked and murdered on my way home from a date with that joke you think isn't worth the effort."


She hadn't really said that, but in that moment Hibiki was convinced that she did. The back of her throat hurt. She remembered that Naomi once attended the funeral for her aunt at this place and wondered if she was sitting at the same bench the woman sat while she smoked and reflected on her memories with her late loved one, the same Hibiki was now. The thought that her right hand could have been in the exact same place that Naomi's hand once clutched around made her palm feel strangely warm. It was a pleasant warmth, like the lingering ghost of someone's hand in hers, but she wouldn't know that. She never held anyone's hand. Giving up on lighting the cigarette, she brought her forearm over her face to shield it from the skies that were threatening to crush her. She shut her eyes and tried to breathe.

"Yo."

Hibiki had never stood up so fast in her entire life. She stood up so fast, a wave of nausea came over her and she sat back down. Her head twitched to her right to take in a small glance at he person sitting beside her to only get a glimpse of someone's torso dressed in funeral black. She returned her gaze to her unlit cigarette that was threatening to crumble in her fist she was clutching it so hard and slowly, painfully so, tilted up her head to look at the face of the man that towered over her.

That's Maeda Katsuo of Timeless Palace. She thought to herself as she stared in the opposite direction to him. That's Maeda Katsuo of Timeless Palace and I assumed his height was a typo. She thought as she licked her finger and tested the direction of the breeze. That's Maeda Katsuo of Timeless Palace and he is very tall and I'm on the grounds a funeral was held for a King and nobody knows who I am. There's only one person that might attend that people know that nobody knows. That is J. I'm the only person here on the premises nobody knows.

An endless stream of swears looped in her mind as she reached out and took the bags that separated herself from the enemy and placed them on her lap. The crinkling of plastic was the only sound to fill the awkward silence between them as Hibiki's mind ticked. She tried to light her cigarette again and again and again as she did the only thing she could do to save her identity in this situation.

"You -" her voice was so husky from not being used. She cleared her throat, keeping her chin tucked in tightly against her chest to hide her face. Damn, was there a childproof lock on this lighter or something? She could never get those things. "You were attending the funeral held here?" she asked, her voice kept down low. She then uttered a phrase she had memorised from these sorts of sad situations in films, "Sorry for your loss."

She had to make him believe that she was an outsider. In situations like these, it was lucky that lying came as naturally as breathing for her... but lately, she was having trouble with even that.

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「Alastair Payne」
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Papers lay all around him in a mess, his head was in his hands and he had a cigarette butt in his mouth. Thick smoke filled the room like a fog as many other scattered cigarette butts lay on his desk. He had stayed the night in his office, the top floor of Mihashira Tower, he had some work he had to complete however it had taken longer than usual and he had sent everyone else home leaving him alone with mountains of paperwork and books to balance before he could go home. Though he was argueably one of the wealthiest men in the city, he lived in a run down apartment building on the south side of town, however no one knew it was him living there, he used a different name for it and even rents a more expensive penthouse in his true name so it throws off even the hackers of <JUNGLE>. He did this on purpose for his own privacy, he really doesn't like the idea of anyone being able to find his house.

Sadly his modest home had remained empty the previous evening. As his work was more pressing, if he didn't get it done plenty of big-deal businesses would be on his back, ready to strike him down. His eyes snapped open, rimmed with red around his golden iris, dark bags clung underneath them as he groaned.
"Fuck me. . ." He grumbled rubbing his neck and slowly straightening up with several complaints from his back. He slowly stood, some papers sliding off his desk as he cursed and bent down to pick them up. I'll have Mira clean it up later. . . He thought as he dropped the papers back down. His eyes then snapped to the clock and he frowned. He was going to be late to the damned funeral! He let out a stream of angered profanity as he slid his shoes and vest on, buttoning his shirt as he sprinted down the stairwell.

He tripped over the last step and gasped slightly before scowling at it and swearing vengeance before running out. His chauffeur offered a ride but he was already far down the street lighting up a cigarette as he went. His chauffeur shook his head in awe of his hard-headed boss, but was relieved he didn't have to drive him when he was in this mood.

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He arrived at the funeral as most people were filtering out. He folded his arms and leaned against a wall smoking, trying to conceal his labored breaths for running all the way over here. A few patrons waved to him or bowed their heads as they left and he returned the favor. He had meant to make it on time to this, he really had but the day had gotten away from him and so he had missed the proceedings. Him and the prior Gray King had been rather close, he closed his eyes under his shades and silently asked for forgiveness for missing the funeral.

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「Naoko Ita」
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Morning filtered into her small house, however Naoko was already up and at it, she was in the small kitchen making breakfast for her father before she was going head out to the funeral. She hummed softly to herself, a happy tune that helped her start her day. The warm tones of her house seemed a bit grayer to her today, funerals were always such a sad time, even though she didn't know the woman who died all that well, it was still a big loss. She sighed softly and then smiled again, being positive is key, she told herself as she carried the scrambled eggs, bacon and hashbrowns to her father who was sitting in the chair he always occupied. A shell of the lively man he once was, his head lolled to the side a bit, it broke Naoko's heart but she still loved him no matter how bad it got she'd never abandon her father.

"Here you go daddy," she chimed as she handed him the tray, he wasn't completed inept, he just wasn't himself. He took the tray with a far off stare and she kissed his cheek softly. He grunted softly and began eating, his eyes not blinking. She sighed a bit and turned away to go change out of her pajamas into more suitable clothing for the event she was to attend. She got dressed in simple clothes and headed back out toward the door, she went over to her father and hugged him tight. "I'm heading out, please try to rest up while I'm gone. I have my phone and I will check in okay?" nothing in response. Her smile turned into a soft look of concern as she headed out, getting into her car and heading down to the funeral. The King of her organization was there so she figured she was obligated to be there as well. She hoped everyone there was doing okay, she'd have to be there for those who were hurting.

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She arrived and sat through the funeral in the back, even tearing up a bit at some of the testimonies. She watched reverently and then as people began filtering out, she sniffled a bit and dabbed at her eyes. She rose slightly and went out, she spotted miss Ikeda and two people smoking together. She glanced around and spotted Mr. Payne off on his own, strange he hadn't been in the service? She supposed it wasn't any of her business. She wanted to find Miss Emi. She scanned the crowd and sighed softly not seeing her right away. So, she went over to a woman who was taking it rather hard and began to console her.

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Character Portrait: Ikeda Miu Character Portrait: Nakano Yuka Character Portrait: Sachiko Yano Character Portrait: Arata Utagawa Character Portrait: Kita Tooru Character Portrait: Alastair Payne Character Portrait: Cyneric Ozu Character Portrait: Maeda Katsuo Character Portrait: Hirai Nakazo Character Portrait: Shizuka Hibiki Character Portrait: Daisuke O'Connor Character Portrait: Mira Saromi Character Portrait: Ketsuraku Kazuki Character Portrait: Sora Arakida Character Portrait: Nao Morizakawa Character Portrait: Naoko Ita Character Portrait: Tanabata Emi Character Portrait: Gensai Riku
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DAISUKE O'CONNOR



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Daisuke hadn't planned on attending the funeral. He knew he would be out of place - after all, he'd only met the Grey King once, and he'd been only ten at the time, having tagged along with his grandfather. It was true that his place as a member of the Monochrome Alliance would obligate him to attend, but he had only been a member for a week, and he still hardly new Ikeda at all. XX
In the end, his parents had convinced him that attending the funeral was the professional thing to do, as the Colorless King it was acceptable to attend the funeral of a fellow King, despite the state of their relationship. Daisuke agreed to attend if his parents would also attend - after all, funerals weren't the most enjoyable place to be, and he wanted an excuse to leave if he needed one. XX
As soon as he got there, Daisuke immediately felt bad for having considered staying home. While it was true that he hadn't known Ikeda for long - not in person, at least - he couldn't help but understand her grief. His own King and grandfather had died four years prior, and he'd found himself in a situation akin to Ikeda's. Suddenly becoming a clan's King was nothing if not stressful. XXX
Daisuke left his parents to find a seat and approached Ikeda, bowing politely and carefully avoiding eye contact with her brother, who looked as if he would kill him if he said anything unfavorable. "Ikeda-san, I'm very sorry for your loss. You may not believe me, but I can promise you that the pain of loss does lessen, given time." Quietly excusing himself, Daisuke returned to his seat. XXXXX
The ceremony itself was respectable, but Daisuke found himself focusing on other thoughts, most concerning the recent murders. How dire is the situation? We've already had more than five murders. I doubt this would be as large of a concern if a King hadn't been one of the victims. And who even has the confidence to murder a King, especially without leaving a trace of evidence? XX
After becoming a King, Daisuke had instantaneously pulled his clan out of everything to do with the other clans. His parents were the only other members of the Colorless Clan, and at the time the O'Connor family couldn't really have cared less about the rivalry between clans. They became invisible, really, and Daisuke had even found internet theories stating that the his clan didn't exist. XX
But with the death of the Grey King, everything was suddenly so much more complicated. Daisuke's parents had convinced him to join the Monochrome Alliance in order to help keep the other clans from slaughtering each other with blame over the murders. And thus, here he was, at the Grey King's funeral. XX
Once the ceremony was over, Daisuke's parents went to talk to Ikeda, most likely to give her their best wishes and say comforting words that wouldn't do any good. Of course, Daisuke was guilty of the same thing, with what he'd said to her earlier. I suppose I really am their son. Sighing lightly, Daisuke pushed his glasses higher up on his nose and weaved through the crowds of attendees. XX
He was none too pleased to find Alastair standing outside the venue, smoking a cigarette and looking like he'd only just woken up. Daisuke's face scrunched up in distaste at the smell of tobacco, and he frowned at the Gold King, his hand gesturing toward the 'No Smoking' sign posted half a meter away. "This venue is a 'No Smoking' area. You'd think a King would have more respect." XXX

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SORA ARAKIDA

Five minutes after the funeral and Sora was already lost. She knew she shouldn't have let go of her parents' hands even momentarily to go and look at a stray cat, but what's done is done. Looking at the many pairs of legs towering above her, Sora tried to squeeze past and manoeuvre through to find someone from the gold clan. Would Alastair and Mira have already noticed her disappearance? Possibly not, because Alastair and Mira had other things to do. Katsuo will be too busy taking care of his little Sister, it looks like she was on her own with this once.

Surprisingly, Sora was alright with that. The event was boring even for her, spending her time playing cat's cradle obediently on the chair while her parents went to offer their condolences. It wasn't a huge surprise that the girl decided to wander off on her own. Her only worry was about disobeying her parents as she skipped off, heading out to play. After saying hello to some stray cats on the streets, Sora arrived at the bread and breakfast, the place where the HOMRA clan congregated.

She was always warned against going there for some reason, but Sora didn't mind HOMRA. Her Friend was in there after all. Sachiko was cheerful and strong, she always knew what to do or play. Knocking on the door politely before she peeked out, Sachiko headed to the bar table a little hesitantly. Not all of them are huge fans of her clan, after all, for reasons that Sora didn't understand. Alastair was a nice man for as Long as she remembered, and Sora had knew him all her life. Remembering Mira's lessons to be confident and mind her manners, Sora dipped her head down in a small bow. "Good morning! Can I play with Sacchan?"

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”Well,” dropping his head sideways Arata gazed down at the small girl. ”We can do whatever you want, Sachiko.” he said while leaning back, and drawing the glass away from the child. Honestly, it was always so refreshing having a young mind around the place. He could even remember himself at that age, and realized now how more difficult adults were. Speaking of which, it was only just then that the owner emerged and was quick to scold the pair – or rather only him. But Arata just let the whole thing bounce off him like it was nothing. ”Someone woke on the wrong side of the bed,” he remarked, setting the glass down on the bar. ”Anyway, why give me a key if you don't want me to use it? I was doing you a favour.”

His thoughts were interrupted for a moment as Tooru appeared then, practically answering Nana's question on the nail. But towards the boys own inquiry the King merely gave a bored, ”I'm not going,” before spinning round fully on his seat away from the bar. ”If no one from HOMRA has been killed then that must mean the killer is from HOMRA,” Arata continued minutes after, addressing the young clansman. ”You know that's what they'll be thinking, right?” It was hard to tell who he meant exactly, but it was hardly the first time HOMRA would be on the short end of something. If there was blame to be given they certainly got their fair share of it. That much nobody could deny. ”Anyway, the funeral's not a big deal. It's just a sad gathering,” he sighed, tapping an irritable finger against the bar in hectic rhythm. ”But... if you really want to go I won't stop you, Tooru. You could be our eyes and ears there if you're up for it,” Arata suggested, tossing it out there to see the boys reaction.

There was an unexpected knock at the door following after that, and Arata quickly grew curious over who it was that visited them at such a time. Of course, his expression flipped the moment a golden-haired child appeared before them, and right away he recognized them from the Gold Clan. ”Sora, right?” It was the little girl around Sachiko's age, having heard her name in passing on the street, and whom also he recalled was friends with their young strain. Even Arata couldn't deny Sachiko a friend, even if it was from Alastairs' bunch. Though that wasn't to say he didn't tell her the troubles that came with befriending an opposing clan-member. ”Why not? I don't see the problem in having some fun for now,” he grinned, realizing that Alastair probably wouldn't enjoy the thought of having one of his own under HOMRA'S roof; if he was even aware of the little girl being away. ”Oh, and this ain't the Palace. You don't need to bow here kid.”

With that said he sprung his attention back into the direction of his right hand, hoping that the woman had forgiven him some in the handful of minutes. ”Now, what was that about food, Nana? Do I get a breakfast on the house or what?” He was pushing his luck and he knew it.

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Sachiko Yano

Dialogue ⋄ #CC9966
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”Don't be mad at Rat, it wasn't all his fault... I guess.” Sachiko quietly coughed up and puffed out both cheeks, speaking in-defence of the older man. She always did, though. If just to spare the King some of Nana's wrath from time to time. ”I won't do it again anyway, it tasted super gross and even burned my throat a bit! Disgusting! Yuck!” Poking her tongue out for added effect the girl just smiled to the man and then turned to the woman. ”Tooru is somewhere,” she answered with an inquisitive look, and then all of a sudden, ”Oh, there they are!”

The bright orange-haired figure appeared in the room at that very instant and Sachiko welcomed them with an equally bright, inviting smile. ”Hi Tooru!” she giggled and observed the fellow clansman seating beside her at the bar. Whilst they questioned the King though, Sachiko immediately faced back to Nana at the mentioning of food. ”Ooh, uh, I dunno,” the girl paused to think, seeming to fall rather deep in thought over something as simple as breakfast. ”Maybe pancakes? Can I have those? What about toast too? With chocolate sauce! Uhh, what else...”

When a knock occurred at the door unexpectedly Sachiko sprung up from the bar and straightened her back. It was Sora! The girl she had gotten pally with from the Gold Clan. Sachiko had been mightily thankful that Arata had allowed them to hang out despite being in opposite clans. Of course she had to persuade him, but that wasn't too hard. ”Sora, Sora! It's so cool to see you,” she grinned quite silly before hopping off the bar-stool and springing forward to the other girl. In moments her arms were wrapped around the golden-haired lass, as if never wanting to let her friend go. ”How are you? What you been up to? Tell me, tell me! Oh.”

Realizing that she might have been depriving the girl of breath, Sachiko released Sora a moment after and stepped back, still with a goofy grin to her features. ”Nana, can Sora eat with us? Please? Oh! We could eat in the sitting room and see what's on TV? Oh please, how about it Sora? There's this new show I gotta show you.” Excitedly she tugged on the other girls arm, shooting the most convincing pleading stare she could muster towards Nana. ”Rat says it's cool, so it's ok, right?”

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DAISUKE AND TOORU



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"If no one from HOMRA has been killed then that must mean the killer is from HOMRA," Tooru bristled at the response, not wanting to believe that someone from their clan might be the culprit. "You know that's what they'll be thinking, right?" "I guess so. HOMRA always gets blamed when bad things happen, its actually pretty unfair. Its like every other clan has it out for us or something..." XX
Ever since Tooru had become a member of the Red Clan, and apparently even before then, HOMRA was always the first to be blamed when something went wrong in the city. Yes, HOMRA was technically a gang, and yes, they did get into fights quite often, but more so with their own members than anyone else. They didn't have any reason to go around terrorizing civilians or whatnot. XX
"Anyway, the funeral's not a big deal. It's just a sad gathering," Tooru thought back to the reason for the funeral. The former Grey King had been an important person, that he knew, and now that he'd been killed, everyone was pointing fingers at HOMRA just like usual. Only this time it was for an actual crime. It would make sense that Arata wouldn't want to attend the funeral, with all the rumors spreading about. I guess there's not really any reason to go. XX
"But... if you really want to go I won't stop you, Tooru. You could be our eyes and ears there if you're up for it." At that, Tooru grinned, a bit of an odd reaction to being more or less invited to a funeral. In reality, he was just excited to be given a job by his King, after all, Arata was his idol. "Okay! I'll go and eavesdrop on everyone's conversations and figure out whose spreading all the rumors about HOMRA being the one behind the killings! I'll be back later!" XX
And then he was off, grinning in happy pride and almost trampling poor Sora on his way out the door. "Ah, Sora-chan! Sacchan's inside, if you're looking for her~" Flashing her a friendly smile, Tooru headed toward the funeral home. XXXX
Daisuke really didn't expect Alastair to reply - after all, it would be in the older man's nature to ignore his accusation - so he was already turned around, ready to walk away, when the Gold King spoke. "I'm sorry, I've just been shaken with grief over losing her. Plus I didn't sleep to well last night. Besides, if those two bullshit excuses aren't doing it for you, have you ever considered that I couldn't give a rats ass about what the damn sign says?" Ah, he's angry. XX
Daisuke turned back to face Alastair and crossed his arms over his chest. "Obviously you don't care about what the sign says, there's no need for me to point that out." Honestly, it wasn't as if anyone had to actually ask, the fact he was smoking at all obviously meant he couldn't care less about a rule that was put up to prohibit his hobby. A hobby Daisuke disliked for very decent reasons. XX
"Or...were you just worried over a devilishly handsome guy like me rotting away? Little Snow White couldn't bear to see such a man wasting away on her watch." Daisuke was appalled by the statement, in more ways than one, but made no outward hint other than an annoyed 'tch' and a twitching brow. "Of course not. The only thing I'm worried about is your nasty habit giving something asthma and possibly making the funeral home smell like a bonfire." XXXX
At that moment, Daisuke caught notice of Mira approaching, and decided then was the best time to leave, not willing to deal with her high-and-mighty attitude at the moment. He scanned the crowd for his parents, and found them consoling some crying patrons, so he let them be and instead went off in search of something to do. He wasn't about to leave without them. He was actually considering starting a conversation with Miu, who was seemingly all alone at the moment, when he noticed Tooru approaching the ceremony. XXX
Daisuke smiled, understanding that it must have taken a decent amount of courage to attend when just about everyone was looking for a reason to hate on the Red Clan. "Good afternoon, Kita-kun. I'm afraid you missed the official ceremony, but the burial is meant to happen soon, if that's what you've come for." He said, ruffling Tooru's hair with a grin. Tooru deflated a little knowing he had missed the actual funeral, but lovely blonde hair captured his attention. XXXX
Its Mira-san! Simply the sight of Mira was enough to make Tooru turn bright red, even the tips of his ears flushed with color, and Daisuke took a moment to laugh at the younger boy's obvious crush. "You know, if you like her, you should try and talk to her. If you get to know her, she might like you back." "Really?!" Daisuke nodded, and Tooru grinned, hopping over to where Mira was stood. XX
Of course, his confidence faltered halfway there, and he found himself standing between his crush and the scary Gold King with his knees shaking and his face flushed red. "U-uh..." He turned to Mira with an expression of pure terror, and then bowed deeply, stuttering out: "S-sorry for your loss!" before scrambling back to Daisuke, who watched with amusement. How pathetic... XX

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「Nakano.Yuka」
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One of Nana's questions was answered almost immediately by the redheaded boy who entered the room. Having made her coffee and downed half of it, she was no longer in bear mode like she had been moments ago. A bit more awake now than she was earlier.

"Pancakes and toast it'll be then." Smiling down at the little girl, Nana couldn't help but feel a bit happier. Sachiko was a little bit of relief in the sea of men and boys that made up HOMRA. If it were up to her the whole of the organization would be made up of kids, they'd probably get into less trouble than the current members at least.

A knock on the door pulled her attention away from the shelves she was pulling the pancake ingredients from. A blonde girl peered into the room, giving a cute little bow and asking if she could play with Sachi. Sora was the girls name if she could recall, Sachi had brought the girl by to play before. The other girl may be a member of Timeless Palace, but holding a child accountable for their clan was something only stick in the muds like Scepter Four would do.


"Of course Sora can stay to eat with us. If you two want you can even use the big television here." About to turn back to whip together breakfast, she stopped as a question popped into her head. "Sora, are pancakes okay with you? You don't have any, allergies right?" Having a bunch of angry Golds banging on her door because she got sick didn't exactly appeal to her.

Of course HOMRA's King would take this as an invitation that he should get some free food as well.
"Fine, just this time though. Don't come by expecting handouts now, okay? Tooru had left without eating after all, she could afford to make a bit extra for the man. As long as he didn't start making a habit of coming by for freebies. "What are you doing here so early anyways? Other than cleaning out my bar for free, that is. Those drinks are going on your tab by the way, we do have security cameras you know? Not that she actually expected him to pay it anytime soon.

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Heh, they're cute.' Curiously observing the young duo with only a subtle grin giving away what he thought, the man could easily tell that Sachiko was over the moon at the mere presence of the other little girl. Arata couldn't blame her though. After all when was the last time his youngest member got someone their own age to hang around with? Sora was all the girl had and there was only so much he could offer her in that sense. Plus Tooru was already off and away to the funeral at that moment, even if it was a bit strange that the boy was incredibly eager to be there. But Arata didn't think much of it. ”Well you sure know how to make someone feel welcome here Nana,” he sighed a bit, not overly surprised that the little Gold Clan girl got a warmer reception than him. The woman really did have a soft spot for the children and he could appreciate that, although that generous nature didn't seem to stretch to the adults as often; even the King it appeared.

”Anyway... where else would I be?” Arata remarked and leaned on the bar, folding his arms against the edge and pushing on them. ”You'd only miss me if I didn't come here and nowhere else was open. So I just figured I'd let myself in.” Nana was such a nagging woman. But she sure did keep HOMRA in line which was something; even Arata possibly needed her more than he would ever let on. ”Yeah, yeah. I get it already. You know I'm good for it?” He flashed a reassuring grin to the girl and hoped that was enough to keep her satisfied. It wasn't like he didn't want to pay or couldn't, but Arata always found this way more amusing. He'd often do it with quite a few people actually, though he half wondered why some put up with his antics.

Arata kept still while sitting perched at the bar, watching as Nana made sure the young girl wasn't allergic to anything before going off to attend to the breakfast. She really was a sweet young woman, wasn't she? It was almost a pity she had him for King. ”Must be kinda' boring here for you kids, huh?” he causally asked the pair of girls, his mind already sunk in thought. He never really knew what it was Sachiko did around the Bed and Breakfast for entertainment in his absence; heaven forbid Nana let the child have any proper fun! But then again Arata could hardly imagine Alastair letting little Sora have any fun either.

No wonder the poor kid comes here.' Arata mused when leaning back in his seat rather quietly, raising both hands slightly and then quickly motioning some gestures at his little follower. Oh no, they weren't sign language. If anything it was almost complete gibberish to an unassuming eye; yet with enough refinement that a ten year old could just grasp it. Seemingly Arata had taught her something useful from all those afternoons together, a thing that only they would know and share. ”Think I'll just get some air or something. Funerals, you know. They can get to you,” it might have been the lamest excuse he could use, if not one of the most obvious lies he could tell, but Arata swiftly rose from his seat and slipped down onto the floor. ”Oh and don't burn the toast Nana,” he called over his shoulder towards the direction of the kitchen, before slinking out the door that lead out to the back area of the building. What am I even doing? Heh.'

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”Awesome. Your pancakes are the best Nana.” Sachiko grinned from ear to ear almost identically to the Cheshire cat she had heard about from stories. She was giggly and full of butterflies and right now nothing could dampen her spirits; all the girl knew was that she was happy inside. Suddenly and unexpectedly, that was usually the greatest type of happiness, right? Sachiko believed so. ”Cool, thanks Nana.” Beaming another smile to the woman, the girl moved her gaze between the two females every few minutes. She was never good at multitasking after all, but she tried her best and made sure to look extra conscious of what was going on.

”It's not boring at all Rat,” Sachiko answered the man a little while after, her large orbs glued to the figure who sat so high and mightily on the bar-stool over by. Woah. He really is a King. The best-est King. She thought proudly in her little wondering mind, appearing just the tiniest bit awed when observing the very person she had chosen to be her role model. Well, one of them. Nana was also awesome, and Tooru. She wanted to be like them all, really. ”It's really fun here and I wish you'd come more often,” she continued shortly after, ”Nana let's me help her and I can do all-sorts of cool stuff here, duh!”

She made a face at the man, before offering a sudden curious look of intrigue when Arata appeared to be giving her hand signs. It took her a moment to digest it, but Sachiko quickly clicked. O-Oh! It's the thing! It was the special language that she had made-up once when Arata was watching her some time ago, though it was only created to purely amuse themselves and make secret remarks behind Nana's back. But the girl knew it for sure and offered a nod. She understood, giving in return her own tiny, quick hand offerings to confirm. Gotcha, Rat. Flicking wrists and bending and shaping fingers. Oo-Kaaaay.

She turned to the girl. ”Psst. Sora, wanna go have some fun? Like, an adventure?” she inquired in a whispered voice to her friend, once she knew Nana wasn't looking. That was key after all. They had to sneak, tip-toe even. ”You gotta be quiet though.” They had to be like ninjas to evade Nana's keen eyesight. Sachiko only knew that all too well. ”Follow me.” Thankfully Sachiko was a fast little monster in her own right. She maneuvered through the room with apparent ease and slunk her way around the bar and over to the door Arata had used only moments before. Waiting for Sora, the girl lingered by the door only briefly, keeping a close eye out for her friend, before nudging the door open for the pair and pushing her way out through it.

”Rat!” the girl cried with a uncontrolled gasp, hurrying over to the tall mans side and burrowing her small hand into the welcoming warmth and protection of his own. ”Don't leave without us,” Sachiko said, entwining her tiny fingers with his. ”We go together.” The city always did scare Sachiko, even just ever so slightly. The streets were dangerous... or rather they use to be, that was before Rat had come and made them all safe for her. But even so the girl still clung to his hand for dear life. ”Sora, you can hold his other hand if you want? Rat will keep us safe.” Sachiko had learned how difficult being on the streets could be and that was why she lingered by the mans side constantly, because he always kept her safe. Just the memory of it caused her to squeeze Arata's hand a little.


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Sachiko Yano
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Arata Utagawa



Feeling the sudden presence of a much smaller hand in his own, and as well as that all too familiar voice that owned it, Arata turned to gaze down at the little girl. ”Like I’d ever leave you hanging behind?” He grinned at her, before giving a quick glance to the other small girl on his other side. When it seemed that everything was set he then asked, ”So, ready to go you two?” It was strange to seem so perky all of a sudden; more over considering that they were heading for a funeral. Was that weird?

Sachiko turned and smiled in the direction of Sora. ”Yeah, we’re good to go.” The girl beamed an encouraging smile back up to the man, gripping and squeezing his hand dearly. When about to step ahead she swung their entangled hands together and continued marching forward, the other two following with her. ”Though there’s something I’ve been wondering,” Sachiko spoke up shortly after as the three walked, her young mind busily pondering away quite curiously. With large eyes she stared up at Arata and managed for the most part to keep up with his long strides, her own little ones putting double the effort in to maintain pace. ”Why didn’t you wanna go to this thing where we’re going? You didn’t look happy before.”

”It’s nothing Chiko,” Arata assured her, if only a bit. ”You really shouldn’t watch me as much, you know, there’s no need to worry about it. I’m feeling ok now, right?”

She looked at him with hooded eyes. ”But you lie.” She insisted, unsure of what exactly she meant. For as long as she had known him Arata had often told fibs with his words, but as well he did something else occasionally. It was as if his own face could be dishonest at times. Sachiko couldn’t fully describe it, but she noticed it often. ”Is it ok if I lie too?”

”About what?” He asked, while seeming amused by her question. ”What have you got to lie about?” She was the most honest person he knew. Well, as honest as Sachiko could be without his influence. But she was still young, and lying was never her forte, not exactly. But he’d change that soon enough.

”Well I dunno,” the girl puffed her cheeks a little when musing over it, ”but when I find something to lie about I've decided that I won't tell you, ok? I won’t tell anyone. Well, I will. But I’ll lie about it. Right?” Sachiko remarked rather confidently, even flashing a cheeky smile to her friend, Sora. You wouldn't have guessed that they were going to a funeral, not with all these grins and smiles.

He just nodded and chuckled. ”Sure, whatever you say. Y'know, if you work at it, maybe you might actually deceive me, eh?” As he said that, Arata quickly came to a halt by the side of the pavement and allowed the passing cars to continue on by them, making sure that both girls were still safely at his sides. Last thing he needed was something to happen to them, knowing his luck. But at least Arata was on top of things for now.

”Nana says to always look both ways before crossing the road,” Sachiko informed them, believing the woman’s words to be law. And if you knew Nana then you'd know that to be true. ”Rat, you didn’t look both ways! You only looked forward! Didn't you get road safety when you were my age? Geez.”

”Hey, I’m checking both ways now. ok?” Arata assured the girl, quickly checking either side of the road for any oncoming vehicles. Luckily there was only the one approaching. ”After this one we can cross, if that’s alright with you? Wouldn’t want to go against Nana now, would we. You'd likely tell her too, wouldn't you?” He replied, staring down at the girl.

”I’m sure she’d appreciate that you think that, Rat.” She remarked and tugged on his hand. ”But it's only 'cause I want to keep you safe is all, don’t be mad… I didn't mean to be a tattletale.” Sachiko protested and then looked straight ahead and prepared herself.

Moments after and as the car passed the trio, Sachiko headed the march across the road and dragged the older man along with her and the other girl. She never liked it when she annoyed the King, if she did that was. But then it wasn’t exactly anything new in knowing how often Arata and Nana bickered between themselves. In a way they were like her mother and father since both usually tried to do what was best for her. But the girl never enjoyed taking sides.

Arata followed, and once reaching the other side and mounting the pavement, he turned to the girl and shot a concerned look down at her. ”You ok?” He asked, forcing a smile. ”Come on, we're almost there you two. Let's keep going.”

Producing a smile of her own, Sachiko bucked herself up and kept walking at his side. A wave of reassurance melting over her fine features as the girl then suddenly felt the urge to ask. ”What will it be like there? Will people be nice to us? Like... Sora's from the Gold bunch, so they'd obviously like her. But we're HOMRA...” Even a kid could pick up on the subtle unwelcoming nature of the other clans. What did they do to deserve it? Sachiko never appreciated it when people looked down on her family and much less talked ill of them, especially Rat. ”You're the greatest Rat. I know you won't let them get away with anything, will you?”

”Course not.” Arata said after, grinning to himself. ”People can think what they like about us, can't they? Just remember to not take any notice of anyone talking trash about us, right? Mind what I told you.”

”That it's enough for us to know we're the best and pity for the rest?” She pondered to him before just then remembered something. Clearly something rather important. ”Oh, will we find Tooru there?”

”We might.” He answered and then recalled their orange-headed member, knowing that they had rushed off to the funeral earlier, quite eagerly. ”So why don't you keep an eye out for Tooru? See if you can spot him there. How's that sound?”

Sachiko accepted the challenge and thrived from the hunt of finding Tooru. ”Uh-huh!” If she got the chance she'd defiantly keep her eyes peeled for her friend. However right then at that instant her eyes caught the glimpse of people pouring out of what looked like a busy area. She even recognized a few if only just and quickly tugged on the mans' hand again when approaching the curb and arriving at yet another road. This time though it was more busier than the last. ”Rat?”

Without even needing to be lectured about it, Arata darted his gaze down both sides, taking note of which cars were coming. They were just across from where the ceremony had been held, but it looked as if people were still around. Once the road seemed clear, he motioned for the pair to follow as they crossed over, heading for the almost crowed area. ”Mind not to talk to any weirdo's?”

”Or super boring people. Hey, that reminds me, will we see Scepter 4?” Sachiko giggled and hurried up beside him, still clutching onto his hand. She had never been to this sort of event before, whatever it actually was and so naturally she was just a bit curious to get there and explore. ”Is everyone gonna be there? Ooh, let's go already! Come on Sora!” Releasing his hand a minute after and springing ahead excitedly, Sachiko hurried herself over and invaded the unfamiliar area that was packed with bodies everywhere.

Although everyone seemed a bit down and a few even in tears, the girl looked beyond that and everything else and eyed up all that there was to see. She even saw a few kings! And other members from a variety of clans. ”Move it, slowpokes!” She called back loudly and waved them over.

Sighing, Arata folded both hands behind his back and followed on after the excited child. ”Chiko, cool it.”