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Tanabata Emi

Scepter Four King

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

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โ™›| Yukihime, Yuki, Ana
โ™›| Seventeen
โ™›| Female
โ™›| Scepter Four
โ™›| King
โ™›| Japanese & Korean
โ™›| December 25th
โ™›| Homoflexible (Closeted)

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Emi is the Blue King, although it is unknown by anyone other than other Kings and clansmen. A former member of girls group KANDY, she still works as an independent idol known by the name Yukihime. She's a student at Ashinaka Academy which she has attended since elementary school. Despite her weak appearance, she can take on men twice her size. Growing up in the spotlight, she's used to getting a lot of attention. Her twin sister murdered the former Blue King and is now imprisoned for the foreseeable future.

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The young idol has the precise appearance one would expect from one of Tokyo's most popular girls. Blessed with flawless pale skin and a set of pale blue orbs, it's no wonder she's rocketed to fame. Her frame is rather tall and lean, standing at 5'4" tall and weighing in at just 96 lbs. The long hair that cascades down past her waist, takes on a blueish-black hue, always keeping the sides pinned away from her face. Serving as the face of Scepter four, she often dresses up in extravagant costumes for photo shoots, though she has to look her best all the time since she often has a flock of paparazzi chasing her.
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Loves:
    JPop & KPop | "Of course silly! They're my girls!"
    Scepter Four | "We keep the order. We're like real life superheroes!"
    Animals | "They're cute, fluffy, and adorable. Of course I love them!"
    Sweets | "If it's true that girls are made of sugar and spice, well then I'm a cannibal!
    Fashion | "Guilty as charged! I have an addiction."

Hates:
    Disrespect | "I may let someone else be the 'leader' of Scepter to the public, but I'm the King. You'll listen to me."
    Disorder | "Happiness can only be achieved through order and peace."
    Straying From The Plan | "I know what I'm doing, just trust me, 'kay?"
    Crying | "Tears are for people who refuse to put in the work it takes to succeed."
    Brown | "It's just plain boring!"


Can you see through my disguise? A perfect partner and a flawless plan.
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โ– Outgoing

Well a good idol has to be! That's the response you'd receive from Emi at least. Serving as a prime example of this, a smile is almost always present on her lips, working to cheer others up as well. A sad expression can never be allowed to crawl out from you, even in your hardest moments.
Those that seek to cause havoc ruin peoples happiness.
โ– Compassionate
If you were to ever need advice or a shoulder to cry on, Emi would be the one to turn on. As if she spent her entire life practicing all the best ways to comfort someone, she can stop the flow of tears that feel like they'll last forever cease in minutes. Her charming nature allows her to navigate even the most rocky of conversation, giving proper advice and feedback that would normal seem harsh as if it were praise from the heavens.
They make so many people sad...
โ– Leader
As much as people may claim Emi is just another airhead, she leads her clan with a ferocity completely out of character for her. Relentless and cruel, if they're a threat she will eliminate them without a second thought. It's almost as if she has a split personality. Not to mention the fact that the girl who always acts as if she can barely lift a box is able to take on several men double her size.
But which one is the real me? Whoever would expect?
โ– Humble
The girl refuses to accept any praise whatsoever, always crediting someone else for her achievements which just results in even more praise being bestowed upon her. Underestimating her own capabilities comes almost as naturally to her as breathing, always dragging along people to help her with things. Though she's probably more capable than her helpers.
From anarchy true peace and happiness will be born.
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Xใ€ŒFamilyใ€
Tanabata Aimi | Twin Sister | 17
"Aimi made her choices, she deserved to be locked up. She's no sister of mine."

Tanabata Alois | Father | Deceased
"I miss Papa every day."


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Emi had a rather peaceful childhood. Raised by her father, the former blue King along with her twin sister Aimi, she was never without entertainment. Raised being taught basic combat alongside her normal studies, she was always in perfect shape.

That's probably the reason she was scouted at the age of six to be a part of the idol group KANDY, taking on the stage name Yukihime. Her sister was scouted as well, however didn't make the cut, the spark that likely ignited the hatred and jealousy of her sister. Having made her debut at age 10, Emi was left blissfully unaware of her sister's situation. That is, until her return home for Christmas and the duo's birthday, only to find the corpse of her father slumped over in his favorite chair with a bloody gaping hole in his chest.Her bloodied sister grasping a kitchen knife, looking almost feral as she attempted to slaughter Emi as well. Luckily, a neighbor heard the commotion and called the police, arriving just in time to rescue the traumatized idol.

After a year long trial, her former best friend was behind bars. Emi, the new Blue King. A young girl at the time, she quit KANDY and hired an elder man to be her puppet to give the appearance that Scepter 4 was still led by a competent adult rather than a child. Her job? Attending school full time while recruiting people for her clan as the face of Scepter 4. Expecting her independence to kill her popularity, it only soared higher. Leaving her one of the, if not the most, popular idols in Tokyo.

Following the death of the Grey King, she's been running around like a chicken with it's head cut off trying to keep the other clans in line. That's her job after all, keeping the city from falling into anarchy, but more importantly, keeping people happy.

So begins...

Tanabata Emi'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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Exiting the funeral home after the ceremony was probably the best feeling Miu had for weeks. Having anxiously clung to her brother's arm through the entire event, sobbing on and off, she couldn't say for sure her thoughts on the whole thing. The man in the casket was hardly recognizable to her, the face reassembled after the damage caused by the fire was one completely foreign to the girl.

Of the lines of people who had greeted her earlier, most had seemed more like plastic dolls rehearsing lines for a play than a truly sympathetic person. This excluded a few people of course, her brother had been periodically pulling her in for hugs and grasping her hand as if it were the only thing holding the girl in this world. The Blue King was also in attendance, as if she had formed a sort of pact with Katsuo to make sure Miu had an endless supply of bad tasting casseroles and bear hugs. As much as she disliked being touched so often, the two had made the last two weeks easier for her than it would have been otherwise.


"Katsuchi, I think I just want to go home." Miu told the elder boy. After that whole ordeal, a reception with a room of people who only spoke to her father because of his wealth was at the bottom of her list of things she wanted to do. The way the older men would speak to her only annoyed the girl, not to mention the fact she was well aware of exactly which of them had attempted to arrange her marriage with her father. Ridiculous.

After receiving brief instructions from Katsuo to stay put while he snuck off for a smoke, she whipped out the latest prototype of Ikeda International's new phone. Typing in a message to Nana before deleting it. Her friend had made it so clear even the socially inept girl could understand that she was no longer welcome within a two mile radius of the redhead. Instead, a bird perched a few feet away became her new conversation partner.


"Well hello there Kotori-San. How are you today?" Brandishing some of the bird seed she always carried around in her purse, the girl coaxed the tiny pigeon onto her hand. Carrying on a conversation with the bird as if it were a person, and actually responding to her of course.

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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 โ€“ 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 โ€“ 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 โ€“ 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, โ€œAnd what are you going to do about it?โ€, 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 โ€œShrubsโ€. 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 โ€œofficialโ€ 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 โ€“ 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... โ€ฆ โ€ฆ

โ€œ... Pfft.โ€

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.

โ€ฆ 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 โ€“ 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 โ€“ 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.

โ€œWhat are the two most important factors of making a decision?โ€

โ€œFacts and rationality,โ€ Hibiki answered just as Naomi chuckled over the top of her, โ€œA good view and a fag.โ€ 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."

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"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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Character Portrait: Arata Utagawa Character Portrait: Sachiko Yano Character Portrait: Ikeda Miu Character Portrait: Tanabata Emi Character Portrait: Maeda Katsuo Character Portrait: Shizuka Hibiki Character Portrait: Cyneric Ozu
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Cyneric Ozu

Dialogue โ‹„ #666666
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It was a rather dull atmosphere and almost fitting day for a funeral. According to Cyneric that was, but what did he know? The boy had never attended a funeral in his whole life and frankly that was a habit he did not wish to break too soon. He could have only mused over what heartbreak Miu was going through; it was her dear father after all. The former Grey King too. But Cyneric knew that her brother would be there to catch the fragile girl should she fall, and he could have sworn some of Scepter 4 were present too. It was a humble gathering perhaps that was to say, but nobody could dare shine a smile.

Cyneric had attended the ceremony only briefly, feeling that it was nice to show his face in moral support but not outstay his welcome. He never knew the man after all, even if his predecessor did that was something that never quite passed on to him. So, here he was outside standing. Everyone was making their way out of the building and presumably making paths to the graveyard for the burial. But the boy was taking his time, debating his course of action. Heck, being back at school was seeming more tempting if only just to squirrel away in his dorm.

Was that allowed? Could he do that? Would Miu mind, would anyone mind? Hopefully nothing terrible would happen today. A strange thought admittedly, but you could never tell. Murders were happening left and right all over the place it felt; the culprit could even be here mingling around them unnoticed. Now, there was a realization. Cyneric almost unsettled himself completely with that thought aloneโ€ฆ maybe he should stop thinking altogether and move himself. Put one foot in-front of the other and walk. Make himself less idle and awkward and motionless.

Without really thinking he looked to the sky and eyed any cloud that lazily pulled itself along overhead. Quickly as well, he inhaled and filled his lungs till the point of bursting; taking in an almost painful breath. He needed it, everyone did. โ€Maybe I should head back, get a start on my homework?โ€ Was that a silly thing to say, let alone want? Thankfully his voice was sheepish and almost whisper-like, his thoughts getting away with him. โ€Thereโ€™s not much I can do here anyway.โ€


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



โœ˜ โœ˜ โœ˜ I wonder if "existing" is something you can laugh about... Image


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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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ใ€ŒTanabata.Emiใ€
Dialogue โ™› #6495ED
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As always, the Idol beat the sun in their eternal race to be the first to rise. Having stayed up all night chatting with one of her close friends on tour in America, it was a mystery as to how the girl managed to still be full of energy after barely sleeping a wink.

The gym on the lowest floor of her condo building was pretty well deserted at this hour. Donning baggy black clothes with hair pulled back in a hurried bun, Emi was not exactly in the pristine condition she's normally seen in. Starting the cycle through her normal workout routine. Soon enough, she was drenched in sweat and standing underneath the stream of water coming out of her shower head.

By now her schedule had been refined to the minute. 4:45am, Wake up. 5:00, workout for half an hour. 5:35, shower. 5:40, get ready. By 6:30 she would be out the door and on the way to wherever she had to be that day. Order was everything to her. Without her schedule, she honestly wasn't sure if she'd be able to function. Or at the least she wouldn't half as content as she always is.

Today varied a little, however. Covering up her school uniform with a black dress that fell just above her knees and her face concealed by a large black sunhat, she drifted along on her way to the funeral without any of the usual attention. It had been a long time since she had attended one. Four years had passed since her father had been laid to rest, luckily she hadn't been struck by tragedy again since. The former King had been a close friend of her father's. The duo having gone through grade school together, had worked hard to make the lives of Tokyo's citizens as safe and happy as possible. She had admired the man in his efforts, but disagreed with some of the man's methods.

Feeling some mix of guilt as the leader of Scepter Four for not being able to save him, and sympathy for the older girl she had spent so much time with in their younger days. Emi had teamed up with the elder brother as Miu's unofficial support team, carrying pockets full of tissues and questioning on her as to whether or not she had eaten yet. Quite honestly she didn't want to attend the ceremony, the things felt like more of a money grab taking advantage of people during their weakest moments, than any sort of sacred thing.

Leaving the building, Emi's shift as Miu's watcher came to an end. Not wanting to miss too much class, she planned to catch the next train to the school island so that she would be there in time for her second class. Her intent had been to seek out her clansmen who were also in attendance during the brief time she had before she would miss her train, this plan was derailed, however, by her self imposed duty. She stopped her search rather abruptly upon the sight of a semi familiar face.


"Ozu-San, right? I hope you weren't planning on skipping class." Truancy issues didn't go well with Scepter 4, and she wasn't about to let a known skipper pass her by. Doing her best to make herself seem as intimidating as possible. "The next train comes in fifteen minutes. You wouldn't want to miss it."

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She wouldnโ€™t have said she was close to the dead man. Mira honestly had no reason to be at the ceremony, but she wasnโ€™t there for herself, but instead her King and fellow clansmen. Alastair would be arriving shortly, if not quite soon. He mustโ€™ve been working late again silly man.โ€™ she thought, lightly stroking one of her twisted ponytails. Just then there was a small crowd gathering as everyone left the area and began to head for the burial, and as her eyes trailed after a few, she quickly noticed the late arrival of her King at that moment. Although she didnโ€™t approach him right away, casually noticing another man addressing him, but whatever he said escaped her due to the distance between them. โ€Hm, quite a crowd turned up here it seems,โ€ she told only herself, โ€that dead guy mustโ€™ve had quite a social group.โ€ Was she honestly getting jealous of a corpse? No way!โ€™

There was a wave of familiar and not-so-familiar faces passing her. Evidently other clans had come to pay their respects, and Mira hadnโ€™t overlooked the tearful girl who was being supported by her own fellow clansmen. Well, it was to be expected? The blonde girl furrowed her eyebrows only slightly in thought, before continuing on her way and weaving through the people that scattered over the area. โ€Excuse me, yes thank-you,โ€ the girl muttered, shooing whoever was near her to move out the way. โ€Move along, uh-huh. Yes, you. Thank-you! Keep going. Ta-ta!โ€ She could have sworn sheโ€™d stuck her heel into someoneโ€™s foot at least once, but oh well. Quickly hurrying along the girl gave a prompt salute to her King and grinned satisfyingly at him, if he noticed, before swooping over and barging in on a familiar duo.

โ€Oh lay off him, would you?โ€ Mira said suddenly, squeezing through the pair that consisted of Cyneric and Emi. It was quite a squeeze indeed. โ€Itโ€™s a funeral for crying out loud, canโ€™t we just be sad and deal with it?โ€ Yeah, because Mira was totally sad for the deceased. It was a wonder if she even knew his name, you know, beyond 'corpse' and 'stiff' and 'dead guy'. โ€But whatever. Are you two going? Well, I guess someoneโ€™s gotta run this show when you go and Iโ€™m sure my King needs me at a terrible time like this.โ€ she said, setting both hands to her hips and seeming as confident as ever towards the pair. โ€This thing is just getting started!โ€


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YUKIMURA HISAKO


Hisako hated funerals. She had a deep rooted distaste for them, their sombre atmosphere and sadness emitting from every corner. But most of all she was afraid to face the undeniable fact of the sheer briefness of human existence. That and the fact that it reminded her too much of her mother's death. Alright, mostly because it reminded her of her mother's death.

She rarely chose to go to any funerals except for the scenarios in her books. Speaking of her books... "J!" Hisako let out a small gasp as she remembered why she was there in the first place. Of course, it was to pay her respects to the late Grey King, but she was mostly excited to see the real face of the mysterious green king. However, it doesn't seem like she's going to find out in time for school. Turquoise eyes flitting from place to place, Hisako tried to take in as much of the crowd as she possibly could, but none of them really struck her much as the person J was supposed to be. The elusive king of the JUNGLE clan must make quite an impact on others, but none of the attendants there gave her the right vibe. Then again, deductions are made by logic, and if the king was as smart as Hisako perceived them to be they would be hiding their identity perfectly from the public eye.

Which means... they won't go into the funeral home at all, and would likely stay outside it! Hisako stepped outside of the ceremony, relieved to catch a breath of fresh air as she prepared to search the near vicinity, only to be distracted by the sight of her classmates. Cyneric, Eli and Mira were all in the same year as her, and Hisako was eager to know them better. The mystery can wait, she had time. All her curiosity was toward her friends at the moment, and Hisako approached them eagerly. They seemed to be already having a conversation, and Hisako arrived just in time to hear the end of it.

"It's nice to see you, Mira, Emi, Cy!" She chirped cheerfully, her eyes studying each of them in turn. "Emi, you look as beautiful as ever." Her Friend had a sense of fashion that was so precise it made Hisako slightly envious. Both her and Mira were such fashionistas, Hisako can't help but wonder how they did it. Compared to her own shirt and black skirt, it was obvious who the more stylish one is. She offered Cyneric a bright smile, tapping her notebook lightly. She couldn't exactly ask where he was going to go today if he skips school with Emi around, she was always a stickler for rules.

"Thing? What event might you be referring to?" Hisako gazed at Mira inquisitively, tilting her head slightly in confusion. "Are you not going to school, Mira Hime?" It was a small nickname she had dubbed her with rather quickly once she found out about Mira's way of working and her attitude toward everyone. She was a fascinating individual in her own right, and despite it being a slightly teasing remark it wasn't one meant to offend her.

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Cyneric Ozu

Dialogue โ‹„ #666666
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Others had arrived on the scene. Bodies drifting over the ground like lost sheep. Late-comers? The boy quizzed himself mentally, seeming almost a bit surprised that people could be late to such an event. It is a funeral. However he mostly flinched when hearing a voice approach from behind; a female, from Scepter 4. It caught him off-guard to say the least. โ€Oh, uh, yes.โ€ he replied somewhat unsure to the girl, quickly recognizing her from school as well. It was Emi. โ€I-I mean no, I wasn't planning on skipping. I was actually just thinking of--โ€

Despite the small lie that the boy was slowly weaving to save himself from the scary young woman, Cyneric was surprisingly pleased at the sudden sight of another familiar face who rolled onto the scene; or rather she forced herself into it in typical Mira style. Admittedly, he wasn't surprised in the slightest and found the demanding girls antics quite funny, but his face wouldn't betray him. Not here of all places. โ€It's fine really, honestly Mira,โ€ he assured the gold clansmen girl, โ€I've been here long enough anyway.โ€ Not to mention the fact that he had already successfully avoided some of class thus far, so returning now wouldn't have hurt. Although... he could always just sneak off back to his dorm if he wanted when returning to school, tactically evading the group nearer the time.

I hadn't even thought of that, heh! Cyneric mused internally to himself. With that pleasantly satisfying thought safely tucked away in his mind, the boy quickly turned his attention onto the third arrival that came over, Hisako. โ€Nice to see you too,โ€ he quickly greeted, quietly pleased to recognize another face at the gathering. From what he could tell many had come to pay their respects to the former Grey King and Cyneric couldn't help but be a little in awe over it all. โ€So you came to the funeral too, Hisa?โ€ The girl was always curious about things so really he ought to have expected to find her there, really. However, it only made sneaking away all that more challenging. Why did all the girls notice everything he did? The boy wondered. โ€Actually...โ€

โ€...Yeah. Aren't you going to school?โ€ Cyneric repeated the question proposed to the blonde, giving a subtly questioning stare. โ€I think the next train is expected in fifteen minutes?โ€ he thought for a moment, glancing to Emi. โ€Suppose if we want to catch it we'd best hurry now then. Right, Emi?โ€ Well, at least nobody could accuse him of being difficult. He'd come along quietly for now. After all, he didn't fancy getting on either girls' bad side just yet. โ€Hopefully Miu will be alright though. The hard part is over now, isn't it?โ€

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Dialogue โ™› #6495ED
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It was apparent to the idol she had caught the subject of her questioning when he least expected it. Seemingly struggling to string together a sentence in his own defense. It would seem that the Scepter 4 leader had him backed into a corner, that is until a certain pigtail wearing nuisance shoved her way between the pair.

The appearance of others didn't come as a surprise to Emi, after all she had researched anyone attending her school with ties to a clan extensively. A challenge to her authority by Ashinaka's resident princess wannabe, was.


"I wasn't trying to come off as insensitive, and I apologize if I did." Shooting the two of them one of her winning smiles before continuing. "I'm sure if your King needs you so much, you'll have your out of school permission papers. It's Scepter 4 policy to do a check."

"Hisa, hey!" Emi welcomed her friend, leaning in for a hug. The addition to the group came as a relief to the idol who was beginning to become quite annoyed. At this rate it seemed like her whole school was going to show up. "Oh, stop it. You look much better." Turning a bright shade of red almost as vibrant as the color of her friends hair. Looking more like a lobster than an idol. Upon remembering how silly she appeared at the somber event, her face only flushed deeper. Taking on a hue that looked even more peculiar the more riled up she got herself. The question asked to her by the only male member of their group served as her saving grace, snapping her out of her self-induced daze.

"Right! Actually, it'd be a bit less than that by now. We'd better get a move on." givinga rough estimate of the time as to avoid stating the fact she had been eyeing her watch since the second she left the church and knew precisely how much time they had. Thirteen minutes and twenty-two seconds exactly. "Miu may be a bit odd, but she's tough. I'm sure she'll be able to pick herself back up soon enough."

"Oh! Hisa, can I look over your history notes? I missed class the other day, so I don't have them."
The rather random thought served more of a purpose than one would expect. Killing two birds with one stone, it did the job of requesting her friend's notes, but also started off the conversation on their way to the station in the least controversial way as possible.

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Character Portrait: Mira Saromi Character Portrait: Alastair Payne Character Portrait: Tanabata Emi Character Portrait: Yukimura Hisako Character Portrait: Cyneric Ozu Character Portrait: Daisuke O'Connor
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Dialogue โ”† #999900 | Thought โ”† #666600


Mira could only offer a mere roll of her shoulders to the boy. โ€Hm, fine. If you say so.โ€ Giving a curious look to her fellow peer, the blonde young woman eyed the brown-and-white-haired lad carefully before ultimately shooting a look to the other girl who rolled up at that precise moment, Hisako. It was that oddly fascinating girl from school who she had met, with her noticeable red hair and overall strangeness. Yes, indeed. She was a curious one to watch. โ€Why am I not surprised? Everyone seemed to come here today, what luck!โ€

Flipping her attention between the three figures, the girl spun on her heel and let out a stiff sigh. โ€Donโ€™t have a heart-attack, Iโ€™m just staying here is all. This funeral is the biggest thing to happen in weeks besides the killings, so Iโ€™m obviously going to hang around and make sure it all goes according to plan.โ€ By the way she went on about it youโ€™d almost think she had a part in it, while actually she did not. โ€This burial is the event dummy, keep up would you?โ€ The young woman quickly flicked two fingers hard against Hisakoโ€™s forehead for effect. โ€And anyway, I have my papers or whatever. I even got my mother to contact the school personally on my behalf, so there.โ€ Now, with that said all she would just have to do is hunt down her mother and get the woman to phone up the school as soon as possible. Ah, simple! She'd remember that for her next visit.

Just then she noticed Emi and how their face flushed crimson. โ€Oh stop gushing already, this day isnโ€™t about you.โ€ Mira huffed, her twisted ponytails bobbing along with her quick movements. Time was pressing on she realized, and the girl had other things to be busying herself with. โ€If anything big happens at school let me know, otherwise Iโ€™m sure you can survive without your Princess for a little while,โ€ she said, sensing that the group were about to set off. It wasnโ€™t like she detested school though. Mira was quite a good student in her own way, so long as the teachers could handle her. โ€Oh, and behave Ick! Iโ€™ll catch you later. Emi, Hisa, ta-ta.โ€

It never hurt to be decently polite she supposed. Alastair would expect it of me today.โ€™ Mira told herself, easing the tight knot in her throat. I should find him now actually.โ€™ The man was only over the way at least; she could see Alastair still no matter where she stood. With that in mind the young woman took her leave of the group and dutifully headed over to the side of her King. Deep down she wondered how he was handling the whole thing; if it was weighing heavily on him or maybe Alastair was taking it better than imagined? Hope that white-haired fool wasn't giving him too much grief.โ€™ She thought, eyeing that man.

โ€Oh! Hello Sir,โ€ she kindly greeted when creeping up from the side of Alastair. โ€Working late again? You missed the start of it but I can assure you it was a fitting tribute,โ€ crossing both arms against her chest, Mira beamed a slight smile toward the taller figure before reporting, โ€Maeda is being surprisinglyโ€ฆ surprising, you know. What with his sister I guess I shouldnโ€™t be too overawed by it. Although I have yet to see young Sora about, actually. Otherwise everything is going smoothly, Sir. Even those HOMRA sorts haven't shown their faces yet.โ€

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YUKIMURA HISAKO


Hisako giggled softly as Emi's face turned bright red, patting her friend's shoulder lightly to calm her. "Nonsense, you looked great. I wouldn't expect anything less from an idol of your level of popularity." At Cyneric's words, her attention shifted to him, looking up for a second as she thought. "Miu... ah, right!" She hadn't talked to the girl a lot, but she was looking forward to. As things might turn out now, she might be one of the only hopes of solving the complications among clans. The Monochrome alliance, the three heroes that will fight against the clock as tensions rise and risk of conflict stays all too prominently between the clans. It was all very exciting to watch and record.

Well... excluding the fact that this wasn't a story at all. Part of Hisako knew that only too well. People in her clan were dropping left and right too, the most important loss being that of the right hand. Hisako remembered meeting the woman once, the time she managed to get initiated into the clan. She was a domineering and strong presence, but that that didn't stop Hisako from rambling on for fifteen minutes about how great a Detective Sherlock Holmes was. But she was digressing. The important fact was that people were dying, yet no one from HOMRA had died at all. The grey king had wounds that seemed to be dealt from fire, their right hand was found downstream near the HOMRA territory. There was definitely undeniable evidence to convict them, but it all seemed too convenient to her. A good criminal would never give themselves away this easily, not to leave any obvious clues about themselves. And if the culprit was really inexperienced as to do that, they wouldn't have been able to continue such acts without having being caught.

Unless... it was to stir up a full out war. Of course, everything points to framing HOMRA for everything. Killing two birds with one stone really, finding a scapegoat and stirring up the already present tensions between clans. But what does this criminal stand to gain from an all out war? Maybe it was to use the opportunity for the clans to fight each other and for them to swoop in and take all the benefits for themselves? So far, all the killings are random. The killer is likely just trying to stir things up, they probably chose HOMRA to single out because people are more likely to suspect street thugs compared to the strict Scepter 4 being the source of such acts. They didn't pick their victims because being a serial killer with no pattern or apparent motive was much harder to be caught, but this time...

The death of the peacekeeper was probably a sign that the culprit (or culprits, one can never be too sure) was ready to get serious. What's the best course of action then? To stand there and not give the culprit what he wanted? No, that wasn't possible. That would only mean her friends were in danger and the threat of the JUNGLE clan dying out altogether. Fighting isn't the solution either, despite many in their gang hungering for war already. It's hard to convince the people, especially with such a silent and mysterious king. So she needed J. At least, to get to them, ask them to talk things out. And she still had no leads on where they were except for the fact that Ketsu exchanged letters with them, and that they didn't like her much at all. If not, what else?

Just as Hisako's eyes were clouding over, completely lost herself in thought, she felt a pain hit her forehead, causing her to yelp instinctively and flinch.

"Oww..." Hisako whined a little as her forehead stung from the flick Mira gave her, a small pout forming as she looked at Mira with an exaggerated expression of offence, one that melted into a smile as she cheered up. "You planned something for the funeral?" Her eyes brightened with curiosity, tilting her head slightly to the side. However, before she could inquire any further Mira continued on, telling them to inform her if anything big happened in school before bidding them farewell. "I will! Goodbye!" Hisako would've liked to stay there and talk more, but there was Cyneric and Emi, both interesting individuals that she would like to find out more about. The world was just bursting with fascinating things to observe and solve!

Just then, Emi asked her about the history notes for the lesson she missed that day. Nodding, she quickly picked up on her friend's eagerness to change the subject to brighter tones. "Of course! Just..." Leaning toward her, Hisako whispered in her ear. "Do me a favour, please give me information about J? Your clan is hunting them down, right?" Pulling away, she gave Emi a bright smile, clasping her hands in front of her chest in an almost pleading fashion.

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Cyneric Ozu

Dialogue โ‹„ #666666
Thought โ‹„ #CC3300



Mira seemed really invested in the funeral. Of course Cyneric couldn't really understand why beyond the simple fact that the girl was only absorbing the attention from it all, right? That was very typical of her and possibly it was why he appreciated Mira in his own confusing way. โ€That's good of you to do that Mira.โ€ And even more so he knew how very unlikely it was for the blonde to have acquired parental consent to skip class; but Cyneric left it be. It was time to go and the girls were already making their ways. โ€Oh, yes. Bye Mira.โ€ he said a tad sheepishly, watching the girl carry on her way towards what appeared to be her King, Alastair Payne.

But time was pressing along according to Emi and Cyneric quickly turned about towards the two other girls. โ€Oh, right.โ€ His tone was hardly enthusiastic. Emi had asked Hisako about her history notes from the day before, he figured, and the boy could only whisper somewhat surprisingly to himself, โ€We had history?โ€ It wasn't like he could remember. The boy probably wasn't even there. Honestly he hadn't even thought about what things he'd need for class let alone what lesson he was actually attending. Cyneric tried to make himself care but in the end he just couldn't. The whole 'murder business' was just far too distracting and way more interesting, even if it did center on death. Who's to say another King won't die? It was a common thought that tugged at his mind, especially as the accusation directly affected him. But then again... there was always that niggling little comeback in his head.

Ever since becoming King getting hurt just seems more difficult now. I haven't aged nor changed really, maybe I can't actually die? It was a frightening reality, but fascinating all the same. Was he safe or wasn't he? From what he had learned of the former Silver King it appeared as if he might not be a victim anytime soon. But if Cyneric just upped and lost his power overnight then it would certainly be a whole different situation. At the very least I can use this talent in finding the real killer. It's been helping so far. He couldn't deny that being Silver King benefited him greatly as far as playing detective went, even if he tried not to let it be known openly as much; however it was most likely the very reason he was also in potential danger when he thought about it. Just who is the King murderer?

Cyneric was more or less in a world of his own by then. Obediently following the two girls lead, he was physically there but not mentally, not completely. The boy had partially spaced out while answering his own thoughts. Maybe Mira might find out something while I'm gone? She's very persistent. He thought, secretly amused. Glad she's on our side. Feeling a cool breeze just then the boy shuddered and hunched his shoulders a little, small ends of hair swaying slightly in the gentle wind. Can't wait it get back to my dorm, it's warmer there. I can have some tea. That thought alone was enough to keep him going at least, even if he secretly cursed himself for not bringing a coat. Yet despite having attended a funeral the boy wasn't all that sad, even if he did look it slightly. But that was normal.

Some tea and investigating, sounds nice. Cyneric was almost surprised he hadn't walked into anyone yet. He should really focus now.

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Character Portrait: Gensai Riku Character Portrait: Tanabata Emi Character Portrait: Nao Morizakawa Character Portrait: Yukimura Hisako Character Portrait: Cyneric Ozu
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Riku felt like reclining into a ball and crying while he rolled down a large, rocky hill, however he bit down his urge to punish himself and remained upright, pushing up his glasses with a glint in his eye.

"So, the princess has been attending to Ikeda-san? Of course, I would not expect anything less of the face of Scepter 4. It is in our duty to serve those we have failed to protect from such unnecessary evils in every way that we are capable. However, there is absolutely not a chance that my lack of appearance was missed by her intelligent eye - we go to her, Morizakawa-san, not because we question her observational prowess, but to repent for the disgraceful way I have represented Scepter 4 on this day! Even by the chance she is unaware, it is only right that we own up to our wrongdoings!"

Riku finished his dramatic speech with his index finger held high up in the air, a foot up on the hood of a car and a hand on his hip. His expression offset the ridiculous pose by appearing completely devoid of any sort of hilarity and instead looked dead-serious. His pointing finger retracted into a tight fist and he brought it down in line with his nose, glaring at it with flaming intensity.

"And hopefully, achieve justice for the wrongs that one did against me that caused such a respected clansman like myself to end up in this sorry position on such an important, melancholy day..." he muttered loud enough for anyone listening really intently to hear, hair prickling up on his neck as his terrifying aura scared even himself. The dangerous energy that surrounded him completely drained as he got off the car and turned to Nao, bowing deeply.

"I apologise for what you have witnessed here today. It is a wonderful morning, or would be if -" he looked up, realised Nao was already walking, straightened in a hurry and fast walked his way over to assume the lead. "So eager, Morizakawa-san? Of course, it is an admired quality. To Emi-chan!"

They didn't have to walk far to find her. Probably because as while they were walking towards the funeral, she and her pupils were walking in the opposite direction - away from it. The sight of the Silver King (looking as dazed out as ever) and <JUNGLE>'s personal detective (looking as intrigued as ever) on either side of the idol immediately set off sirens in Riku's mind. It wasn't because the man particularly disliked either of them (well, Hisako was part of a hacker group run by a person they were hunting, something that he often wondered about - how his usually strict king had managed to see past that and befriend the girl was beyond him), but Nao + kids belonging to other clans were not an enjoyable mix, especially for the one acting as referee. He didn't focus on that issue for long, however, as his stare was fixated on Emi; at the way she held herself like she was about to spring into dance, her smile that hid a song and her lively, big blue eyes that were flitting over to look in his direction.

"Yukimura-san, Ozu-san, good morning to you both. I apologise for the abruptness of my intrusion. Emi-chan, I apologise for not being at your side sooner!" Riku jogged up to them and bowed his head slightly at Emi's companions, then suddenly latched onto the girl's shoulders with a strong, but not rough, grip. His tired eyes gazed into hers meaningfully, scanning for any sign of redness that could suggest she had been crying. Thankfully, there were none, and he took a step away and bowed so low his glasses nearly slid off. "I must elaborate, of course. All of the Gensai family should have all been present at this event however I, the Right Hand, gave into the sin of sloth and because of that moment of weakness I have failed to positively represent my clan. I, Gensai Riku of Scepter 4, acknowledge and accept my mistakes and will accept whatever punishment you see fit."

Not to mention he had promised his friend he'd be there in attendance, but that was a personal matter he need not delve into while in the presence of other, non-blue clansmen. Right now, the reputation of Scepter 4 was on the agenda. HOMRA not showing up to the Grey King's funeral was one thing - but the Right Hand of the respected Scepter 4? What sort of uncouth madness was that!?

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"So, the princess has been attending to Ikeda-san? Of course, I would not expect anything less of the face of Scepter 4. It is in our duty to serve those we have failed to protect from such unnecessary evils in every way that we are capable. However, there is absolutely not a chance that my lack of appearance was missed by her intelligent eye - we go to her, Morizakawa-san, not because we question her observational prowess, but to repent for the disgraceful way I have represented Scepter 4 on this day! Even by the chance she is unaware, it is only right that we own up to our wrongdoings!"

No trace of the confusion Nao felt was revealed on his face as the complicated words passed over his head like water dropping over a waterfall... So... We head to Tanabata-sama first, since she'll notice that Riku is missing, and then we apologise for being late? And even if she didn't know we were late we apologise anyway.... I think. That is what he's saying, right?

... Well, he's definitely asking whether Tanabata-sama is with Ikeda-san.... She's the new Grey King now, right? I think.


"...Yes. I mean yes!" Nao smiled brightly, deciding to play it safe by answering what he definitely knew Riku had asked. "Tanabata-san is with Ikeda-san!" He said cheerfully over Riku's mutterings, subtly edging away from Riku and his dark aura. Nao had learnt from experience that it was best to stay away from people when they were angry (angry people were more likely to resort to violence and throw things), and he was not likely to go against that instinct any time soon. That urge only increased when Riku started to bow to him.

Nao froze. What the fuck.

"I apologise-"

I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE. No way was he dealing with this. Nao whirled and walked swiftly away from Riku in a way that was more like a run than a walk, his heart beating loudly in his chest with alarm. If it were an action movie, Riku would be the ticking bomb and Nao would be the guy running for the hills before the explosion began. His hero apologising to him?! Inconceivable! Normally it was the other way around. It was only a few seconds later that Nao realised that the sudden abrupt leave could have been taken as rude, but fortunately it seemed that Riku hadn't taken any offence, stopping mid speech and catching up with him. In fact, he spoke on, praising Nao's eagerness to head towards Emi.

Yes, he was eager. Eager to run like a coward for being apologised to, that is.

A few minutes later, they met up with Emi, Miu and Cyneric. Nao stood to attention behind Riku, giving a polite greeting towards Emi. "Good afternoon, Tanabata-sama! I've brought Riku-san with me, as you can see!" he smiled brightly at her, looking the picture of a child pleased with himself at accomplishing an errand. "I'm sorry we're late!"

Then he stood back and stayed as quiet and out of sight as Riku fussed over Emi. He gave a small nod and smile to Cyneric, unsure how to react - in public, Nao found it easier to act as if he didn't know the Silver King. For one thing, Riku and Emi might not approve. And for another, it was easier to just pretend that they didn't know each other, although they fought regularly - considering their odd schedules, they didn't really met that often.

However, it was the first time they were meeting each other at a funeral in front of Sceptre 4 and the clans, where positions actually mattered. Nao didn't know how much Riku and Emi and the others knew about him sparring with some of the other clan members, but he wasn't willing for them to find out that he had been sparring with the Silver King for information and fun after they had met god knows where. Riku would scold him for fighting such a powerful figurehead, Emi would scold him and look at him disapprovingly, he might get locked up for sparring with someone as high in status as a King.... the possibilities were endless and, as far as Nao was concerned, not likely to happen so long as it wasn't addressed in public. The less they knew, the better.

It was with this in mind when Nao faced them with a greeting. "Good afternoon, Ozu-san! He said brightly, injecting a little respect into his tone that normally wasn't there when he talked with Cyneric. He smiled vapidly, as if it were the first time they were meeting. "Good afternoon, Hisako-san! Nao smiled cheerfully at Hisako, giving a respectful nod to her just as he had with Emi. She was Emi's friend, and it paid to be nice to the person who was teaching him how to read.

It also bought him time to think of what to say to Cyneric. shitballs on a stick what should I say that won't tip anyone off?! Name, age, rank, uh - oh wait. They already know that I know Cyneric. Probably. Uh... Nao's mind raced for options.

Oh. Right! There's always that option. Smiling smoothly, Nao waited until the others finished their conversation before turning to them with a question.

"Would any of you like me to get a drink for you?" Nao asked politely, a courteous smile beaming on his face. Inwardly, he was screaming 'please say yes pleasepleaseplease let me get out of here before I mess up please' and praying to anyone (who had suspiciously familiar glasses and hair) that he'd be able to escape as soon as he possibly could. "Or do any of you want something to eat? I can get some if you want!" He asked eagerly. Anything to get out of here before awkward questions were asked.

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Character Portrait: Gensai Riku Character Portrait: Tanabata Emi Character Portrait: Nao Morizakawa Character Portrait: Yukimura Hisako Character Portrait: Cyneric Ozu
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Emi let out a quiet laugh as Hisa leaned in to tell her the cost of her notes. Her friend was a bit too curious for her own good. The idol swore that if curiosity killed people like it did cats, the girl would have died more times than anyone could count. "We are, but I can't exactly go around giving out classified information like that, you know? It's not like we have much in the way information on them anyways, it's like chasing Bigfoot." Saying no to the eager looking girl broke Emi's heart a little, feeling as if she had just kicked a puppy. "Well, I guess it wouldn't be that big a deal if you stopped by headquarters and take a look at the case file as long as you share anything you have on J with us."

They group was interrupted by the arrival of two of Scepter Four's finest. Emi had been expecting them to show up, but hadn't seen them at all during the funeral. Maybe they were sitting towards the back? The bawling Grey King had her undivided attention for most of the event, so they could have just as easily be lurking a few feet behind her and she wouldn't have noticed. Her right hand had bowled through the dissipating group of funeral goers. Judging by his expression, the King could tell something was weighing on her friend. The hands that descended on her shoulders confirmed her theory. "Riku-chi, it's fine. You're running yourself ragged, I'm sure you needed the rest." A smile made it's home on her face as she assured her right hand that it really wasn't a big deal. Emi was starting to worry about him. Riku had always been a hard worker, but things were getting out of hand. Maybe I should find him an assistant? No, I doubt he would accept them. It would just seem like I think he's not capable enough.

While the girl was busy trying to soothe the man, she had completely neglected the younger half of the duo. Was he feeling alright? He seemed a little anxious. Maybe he just wasn't feeling well? "Nao-chan, don't worry about it. We were actually just heading back to school, so we don't have much time for snacks." Wriggling away from Riku's grip, she gave the boy a pat on the head, messing up his hair a bit in the process.

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Mornings at the Arizume apartment complex weren't the most eventful, at least not on the days when Hiro actually had enough motivation to get up early and go to school. On most days him and the twins would sleep until Rou woke them up, but today, Hiro had a test that couldn't be taken at home, so he got up at seven and made breakfast, leaving leftovers for everyone else. XX
The apartment was quiet, as Rou and the twins were both still asleep and neither Jun nor Daisuke were home at the time. It would definitely be much livelier if the two of them were home. It was a known fact in the family that Jun and Daisuke were quite possibly the two most obnoxious people on the planet when they were together, though they were also everyone's relationship goal. XX
When Hiro exited the apartment complex, he was not surprised to find another tenant, Aonagi Haruka, waiting for him outside. They hardly knew each other at all, but whenever Hiro attended school, they would walk there and back together without any dialogue whatsoever. It was calming, if Hiro was honest. XX
Haku waved with a smile and Hiro gave a curt not in return, taking the lead as the two headed off toward the train station that led to Ashinaka Academy. Hiro still thought it odd that the school was on its own island, as the students and staff could easily become stranded if the bridge were to malfunction or get destroyed for whatever reason, though he never thought on it too much. XX
While he and Haku sat reading their respective books on the train, Hiro thought about the Grey King and the funeral that would be taking place within a few hours. Rou, Cora, and Casper would all be attending, and they had invited Hiro as well but he had turned down the offer simply because he knew if he went he would draw attention to them, which wasn't the most fun. XX
Hiro knew they would be alright - after all, what could happen at a funeral? But he still worried, putting a decent amount of effort into making sure it didn't show. The train stopped, and Hiro snapped his book shut, following Haku to class and taking his seat in comfortable silence, dreading the test to come. XXX
The test itself passed agonizingly slowly, though the moment it was over, the rest of Hiro's morning classes flew by in what seemed like only a few minutes. As the lunch bell rang, Hiro's thoughts wandered back to the funeral that would likely have come to a close by now. He wondered if Rou and the twins were already home, or if they'd stayed behind to comfort other attendees. XXX
As the rest of the class got louder and more rambunctious, Hiro gathered up his lunch and the newest Red Robin novel he'd borrowed from the library, and headed out of the building to the courtyard, where no one really ever went except for him. The reason people didn't go there was likely because he did, but Hiro couldn't have cared less. It meant he could have peace and quiet. XX
Hiro continued to follow thoughts of the funeral as he ate. He didn't know much about it, other than that the funeral was for the now-former Grey King who had apparently been good friends with Rou. Daisuke had told them about the new Grey King, a really nice young woman named Ikeda Miu, and explained the murders that had been happening around the city as of late. XXX
Daisuke said the only casualties have been members of one of the clans...so does that mean we're in danger too? I suppose not, since we technically aren't an official clan... His train of thought was interrupted by faint voices, and Hiro turned towards the school's entrance to find Hisako, Emi, and Cyneric arriving. He already knew that Emi and Cyneric were both Kings, so he could only assume that Hisako was part of a clan, though which one he didn't know. XXX
Hiro let out a sigh, realizing that Emi would likely heckle him for missing school if she noticed he was there, and promptly packed up his things, hoping to escape the scene before the Student Council President caught sight of him. XX

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The second Emi touched Nao's hair, Nao froze, whole body stilling unnaturally as if he were a character on tv and someone had pressed the pause button. But it only lasted less than an instant - in a second he was pulling back, blinking in surprise and smiling as if nothing was wrong, although his eyes held a bit of irritation and confusion. That moment had happened so fast that anybody not looking would have missed it, and anybody looking wouldn't have realised it unless they were specifically looking for it. Nao fell back a couple of steps, smile hiding the torment going on in his head.

First - irritation. Emi had touched his hair. Repeat - Emi had ruffled his hair like a child (alright, he was thirteen - or fourteen, who knows - but he wasn't a child! He was a preteen! Not a child!) and his ponytail, as perfect as he could tie it as taught by Naoko during the past year, was now.... not perfect. What if Riku noticed? Riku liked perfection! And as his saviour was good at being perfect Nao was doing his best to emulate him and now it was gone.

And did Nao mention that he was being treated like a child? Which he wasn't - he had done things no kid should do, which meant he wasn't a kid like everyone thought he was! So there!

Second - it actually felt kinda... good. Like praise. Weird. Nao resisted the urge to reach a hand up to his head to check his hair- not yet.

Third...

Calm down, heart. She's the Blue King. She's not... them. Being pat on the head is ok and not a threat.

"Ok!" Nao chirped cheerfully instead. Damn, his escape path was gone.... Or maybe not. Nao took a deep breath, shoulders tensing as he steeled himself. "But you might get hungry on the way, so I'll see if i can take some for you before you go!" He said brightly, beaming his biggest sincerest smile, and with that he turned tail and walked towards the snack area as fast as he could without looking like he was running. "I'm also hungry, so I'll get some for myself too!" He said cheerfully behind his shoulder, trying not to think of whether he was going to get punished for taking the initiative for this step. It was only after he was out of sight and a good time away that Nao slowed to a normal walking pace, allowing the smile to drop from his face with a smile.

It had taken a bit long, but Nao had eventually learnt that it was ok to ask for things, ok to eat more than what he needed to survive, ok to just... y'know. Ask shit. Talk back. But this was new territory, and it was still a bit nervewracking testing the boundaries.

A lot of things were nervewracking, if Nao had the will to admit it.

Not the time, however. Bringing his hands up to his hair with a sigh, Nao neatened his ponytail the best he could with only his hands for a comb. Then he went to grab snacks - small cakes, peanuts, small finger sandwhiches. There were a few left over, and Nao wasted no time loading some into a convenient plastic bag for takeaway, stuffing a few into his cheeks too. He hadn't been kidding about wanting some himself. Chewing thoughtfully on a chocolate roll (mmmchocolate), Nao was making his way back when a man flung his arms wide, nearly smacking him in the face.

Almost instinctively, Nao dodged back, hands raising up and curling into fists as he prepared himself for a punch - but no, it was just a man gesturing expressively to his friends, letting out a hearty roar of laughter. Even as Nao watched they were already fading away into the crowd. With a frown, Nao dropped his hands - only to realise that he had accidentally knocked someone over when he had taken a flashstep back.

Whoops.

He looked down. What he saw was a small child with brown hair - a girl around a head shorter than him who looked familiar. Taking a step back, Nao's eyebrows wrinkled. "Sorry, for knocking you over," he said, sounding only a little apologetic. He had bumped into her, after all. "Watch where you're going next time, please," he added, only remembering to use 'please' at the last moment. Tucking the plastic bag of snacks into his belt as if it were a strap on pouch, Nao hesitated a bit before bringing a hand out towards her for the girl to take.

Helping people up was what Riku would have done, after all.