[Fanfic] The Wicked [Chapter 12]
Title: The Wicked [Chapter 12]
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: I'm late! So sorry guys! So many things happened to me last week. My parents leaving to America for my sister's graduation, me joining a flash mob, and most importantly, my GrandAunt passed away. Then I had to catch up with work, so things were just too hectic for me to work on this chapter.
This chapter is actually pretty short as I decided to split the original idea I had in mind for this chapter to two. So yes, not only is it short, it has a cliffhanger. I'll do my best to work on the next chapter as soon as possible (especially since I delayed quite a bit, but I hope you could understand!). Should be pretty interesting to write.
No songs used in this chapter. As usual, much love to moodylollipop for being so understanding last week, for encouraging me to keep writing this chapter and also editing this chapter. ^^
~*~
The news of Mamori’s disappearance spread like wildfire. The gossip seemed never-ending. Accusations were thrown back and forth, snowballing, about how strangely Mamori had been acting since she met Hiruma, thus her current rebellious state must be as one accursed by that demon himself. Fueled by such thoughts, even the authorities held an all out search for her, feeling sure nay, believing that Mamori must have been kidnapped refusing to accept for one moment the thought that she may have left on her own accord.
Musashi heaved a sighed as he read an article in the newspaper on Mamori’s disappearance. No one ever made a scene when Hiruma disappeared, except to express relief and the occasional ‘Good riddance!’. Even Hiruma’s father showed no interest in ever finding him, and thought it best that he had disappeared. Mamori would surely not be too happy if she knew about this.
But where was Mamori now? He knew something had happened during the party from what he had overheard from a few students, but what and why did it cause Mamori to disappear was beyond him. He had tried contacting her but she had either turned off her phone, or disposed of it completely. He tried talking to her friends, Sara and Ako, but they were just as clueless as he and, feeding on the little gossip they could find about her, blaming Hiruma as well.
This was getting frustrating. First Hiruma, now Mamori? Were they both out to make his life a living hell? He sat on one of the benches on campus and sat back, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. He wasn’t sure what to do now, or who to turn to.
“Musashi!” he heard Sena cry as he zoomed up to him. “Found you! Have you found anything yet on Mamori?”
Musashi shook his head. “Nothing. I swear I have no idea what goes on in their minds...”
Sena sighed. “And I really thought things were going well since Hiruma came here. Now all this has happened... everything is such a mess.”
“I guess it was too good to be true. With Agon stealing the spotlight most of the time, it was easy for Hiruma to stay under the radar. But now all these weird events keep coming up and…”
“Weird...” Sena suddenly muttered. Then his eyes widened. “That’s it!” He pulled out his phone and rummaged through his pockets for a piece of paper. When he found what he was looking for, he began dialing rapidly.
“What are you up to?” Musashi asked, now curious.
“Mamori told me to call him if anything happens...” Sena then put the phone to his ear. “Hi, is this Yukimitsu? Yeah, this is Sena! Yeah... Mamori’s... what?” Sena wore a shocked expression and then fell quiet for a moment. “I-I see... Is he all right? So that could be why... I see.” Sena looked crestfallen now, making Musashi even more worried. “Do you know where she could be then? No? All right. Thank you. Do you mind if I come over? Sure. Thanks. I’ll see you later.”
“What’s up? Suddenly you look awful.” asked Musashi.
Sena didn’t look up. “It seems that she might have left because of Monta...”
“What?” Musashi, startled from this new information. As Sena filled him in on what happened, how Agon had tortured Monta and how angry Mamori was, it made sense why Mamori could not take the students around her anymore. Not to mention the added pressure of being Agon’s girlfriend... “But he has no idea where Mamori is right now?”
Sena shook his head. “Not a clue. After picking Monta up, he hasn’t heard from her since.” Sena stood up. “I’m going to go visit him and check up on Monta.”
Musashi nodded. “Let me know how he’s holding up,” he said as he got up as well. “I’ll look for Kurita and we’ll search around town for any clues to help look for those two idiots.”
Sena smiled a little. “Are you sure you want to call them that?”
Musashi frowned. “In my eyes, they’re complete idiots who never really think things through.”
Musashi and Sena parted ways and Musashi headed to his van. As he sat in his van, he felt his phone vibrate in the back pocket of his jeans. He whipped it out and noticed it was an unknown number. He picked it up. “Takekura speaking.”
There was a short pause, and then a familiar female voice spoke up. “Ah, is that Musashi? I keep forgetting your real name is Takekura Gen...”
Musashi’s eyes widened and he hurriedly closed the van door. “Mamori?” he whispered.
“Yes, it’s me. I hope you’re doing all right?” she asked, sounding concerned.
“Oh, we’re doing all right,” replied Musashi. “Though, you suddenly disappearing on all of us has done nothing to make matters any better.”
“I know... I didn’t expect to do that. Are you somewhere private right now?”
Musashi looked around him, looking out for anyone or anything suspicious. “I’m in my van. The doors are closed. Where are you right now?”
“I can’t tell you the full details, but I’m in the Zokuto district, staying with a... I guess you can say friend.”
“Zokuto?” said Musashi in surprise. “But isn’t that place rather dangerous?”
“Don’t worry,” Mamori assured. “I have quite a reputation here ever since my ‘encounter’ with one of the well known gang members. They won’t harm me”
Musashi raised his eyebrows, but knew better than to question Mamori and her ability to take care of herself. “Why are you in Zokuto? Why did you run away?”
Musashi could tell Mamori was quietly thinking for the few seconds before replying, “I know I’m not the type to run away, and I’m sorry for making you and everyone worry. But something didn’t feel right, and I just had to leave.”
“So you just got up and left without a plan?”
“No, there was something I had in mind for a while. The moment I decided to leave, I decided to work on that.”
“And that is?”
“To look for Hiruma.”
Musashi sucked in his breath. “You do realize you can’t do it alone.”
“I realized that I couldn’t do it unless I left that college, especially with Agon constantly on my back. And I heard a few rumours about seeing a man with demonic features around here, which would fit quite well considering this place is full of delinquents and they wouldn’t care about Hiruma’s appearance too much, though it has caused quite a stir. I’m sure the rumours of what he has done had eventually spread up till here as well. For now, I’ll keep searching for him and if I hear anything I’ll call you.”
“Wait, but how do I contact you if anything were to happen? You could get hurt, you know.”
He could tell Mamori was smiling on the other side of the call as she replied, “Thank you for your concern. But it’s best if you don’t contact me at all. You could be in serious danger, especially with Agon involved, and I’d rather not put you or any of the others through that right now. I just called you to make sure everyone there is all right, and to assure you that I haven’t strayed that far away.”
Musashi closed his eyes and let out a chuckle. “I stand my ground that you are both idiots.”
“Eh?” went Mamori, obviously confused.
“Nothing. Good luck in finding him, and be sure to bring him back.”
“Mm,” was Mamori’s reply. “Take care then,” she said before finally hanging up.
Musashi looked at his phone and sighed. Mamori had surely called from a public phone in Zokuto. Deciding that Mamori had truly wanted to embark on this journey on her own, he resigned to letting things be for now and drove around Deimon, either to look for Hiruma or to drown in his own thoughts, he wasn’t sure. Once it got dark, he headed back to his own dorm where Kurita should be.
Just as he was a few meters before his place, he saw a commotion going on outside by the street and noticed that even the police were involved. He stopped the van and was shocked to see that five policemen were trying to hold down Kurita. He quickly parked by the side and ran up to the commotion as he heard Kurita cry, “I don’t know anything! I really don’t! Please let me go!”
“What’s going on here?!” cried Musashi.
The crowd turned to look at him, and Musashi was appalled to see Kurita forced to the ground as they attempted to tie the big boy down, who was obviously panicking even as he struggled. “Musashi!” cried Kurita when he heard Musashi. “No, Musashi, run! Don’t come here! They’re after you!”
“What?” murmured Musashi as three policemen continued to hold down Kurita while the other two approached Musashi, cuffs in their hands. Instinct told Musashi to run, for these people will not listen to reason. He turned to find the crowd blocking his way, and that was when it struck him. No matter what he did, there was just no escaping this.
Hiruma yawned lazily as he put down the book he was reading. He looked up the stairs from the basement he was in and saw dark orange sunlight streaming down from one of the windows upstairs. ‘So it’s evening already’, he thought to himself. He rubbed his eyes, finally feeling weary after having spent the whole day memorizing book after book.
It wasn’t like him to be studying this much, but everything was vastly new to him and he needed to learn as much as possible, or else...
He heard a growl near him and saw that Cerberus had just brought him food, neatly wrapped in brown paper. Wherever Cerberus got these provisions from, he had at least proven to be a useful mutt despite doing nothing but laze around and shit a whole lot. Hiruma grabbed the little package and proceeded to open it, finding sandwiches neatly cut and arranged within.
Instantly memories of Mamori flooded his mind and he growled angrily at himself. He would not, no, he could not think about things like that anymore. There was just no time to worry about her, or anyone. All he had to focus on now was fix the current problem and make sure no one else got involved.
As he took a bite out of the sandwich, he noticed that Cerberus had also brought a couple of newspapers with him. Hiruma had been keeping up with the news in Deimon, just in case something out of the ordinary happened. Cerberus wouldn’t bring the newspaper every day, but he would bring a few at once. Despite the news being dull and dismal despite his disappearance, Hiruma knew better than to skip over things that were happening in Deimon.
So when he read the last few newspapers, his eyes widened in shock as he read yesterday’s news reporting Mamori’s disappearance, as well as another article in today’s newspaper that reported Musashi as the reason for Mamori’s rebellious disappearance. Musashi was accused of being in an alliance with Hiruma, and had under Hiruma’s orders cast a spell upon Mamori to rebel and run.
The utter bullshit Hiruma read made him stand up and finally leave the dark little hole he was in. As darkness was creeping in, he knew this was the right time to leave and gather more information. He knew this was a trap, that surely Musashi and Mamori would be able to last on their own, and that surely he needed to focus on other things rather than waste his time worrying over those two.
But he had to be sure.
As he stepped outside, he murmured a spell under his breath, and began walking along the streets, carefully hiding in the shadows that grew larger by the minute. He knew someone out there would definitely be talking about this. Deimon women practically lived on gossip. And he was rewarded in his faith, stopping at one of the corridors when he heard the mention of Mamori’s name by two women gossiping in front of a sundry shop.
"But don't you find it odd that the Takekura boy could be involved with Anezaki Mamori's disappearance?" said one woman, who looked the kinder of the two. "He just doesn't seem to be the type..."
"You'd be surprised," replied the other woman, looking oddly stern. "After all, Takekura was a friend of that demon and who knows what Takekura picked up from that evil fiend."
"That may be... but why Mamori of all people?"
"Well, she has always been surrounded by troubled youths and ruffians in her quest for justice, as my daughter used to tell me. I think this is all some sort of revenge to turn her into one of them. It doesn't help that she stayed in the same room as that demon."
"Oh, so that was true! I can't believe the college permitted that!"
"Well, they thought she would be strong enough to withstand it. Now that poor girl has gone and gotten herself badly enchanted," the other woman shook her head in disgust.
"Well, I hope she isn't being tortured. I think I saw Mamori speaking to Takekura a few days before her disappearance and they seemed to get along so well, which is why I found this news surprising..."
"Well, Takekura seems a nice enough boy, though that proved to show we can’t judge a book by its cover. Though his other friend, that fat boy... what was his name?"
"Kurita?"
"Kurita, yes. Well, when the police were trying to seize Takekura, that Kurita reacted terribly, tackled a couple of the police straight to the ground. You'd think that would warrant him an arrest as well!"
The kinder woman gasped. "They didn't arrest him?"
"No. It seems Takekura vouched for Kurita and got that fat boy to calm down. But now Takekura carries all the blame and right now he's probably cuffed and heavily guarded in prison. With Mamori gone, and the police assault, not only will his punishment be severe, they may just permanently transfer Takekura away from Deimon and make sure he never returns..."
Hiruma's lips were now pressed thinly against each other and he decided he had heard enough. The conversation turned out to be too useful, so much so he now had to backtrack and rethink his next actions.
As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he could not leave Musashi alone after hearing that. The fucking old man was in too much trouble, and as much as he used to literally abuse his best friends, they had never left his side. And now he realized he shouldn’t leave theirs as well.
Why he came to that realization now, after weeks of disappearing, Hiruma wasn’t sure. But it was now or never. His initial plan would have to change, and he calculated his risks to have upped considerably. No matter, he grinned to himself. This will just be the right amount of challenge he needed anyways.
The spell he had earlier uttered made it easy for him to keep hidden as he moved from shadow to shadow to the main police station in Deimon, where he felt sure Musashi would be in. By then it was dark, and only streetlights kept the place lit.
The police station was a mere two storey building, and from what he’d heard from all the threats he received back in high school, the jails were in the top floor. He knew cracking in wouldn’t be easy, but with everything that he had learnt, he knew he’d have to try someday and now was as good a time as any. He moved quietly into the back alley of the police station and approached the back door.
Once he felt certain that there was no one in the back room, he drew closer to the back door. As he reached out his hand, he suddenly felt another hand bump into his. The darkness made it impossible to see who it was, but he heard a light squeal as they both jumped apart. He also noted that the hand he bumped into was smooth and familiar…
Then it struck him. He could barely see her outline as the only source of light they had was from a lamp post, and it shone at a distance behind her. There was no denying it…
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Chapter 11 | Chapter 13
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: I'm late! So sorry guys! So many things happened to me last week. My parents leaving to America for my sister's graduation, me joining a flash mob, and most importantly, my GrandAunt passed away. Then I had to catch up with work, so things were just too hectic for me to work on this chapter.
This chapter is actually pretty short as I decided to split the original idea I had in mind for this chapter to two. So yes, not only is it short, it has a cliffhanger. I'll do my best to work on the next chapter as soon as possible (especially since I delayed quite a bit, but I hope you could understand!). Should be pretty interesting to write.
No songs used in this chapter. As usual, much love to moodylollipop for being so understanding last week, for encouraging me to keep writing this chapter and also editing this chapter. ^^
~*~
The news of Mamori’s disappearance spread like wildfire. The gossip seemed never-ending. Accusations were thrown back and forth, snowballing, about how strangely Mamori had been acting since she met Hiruma, thus her current rebellious state must be as one accursed by that demon himself. Fueled by such thoughts, even the authorities held an all out search for her, feeling sure nay, believing that Mamori must have been kidnapped refusing to accept for one moment the thought that she may have left on her own accord.
Musashi heaved a sighed as he read an article in the newspaper on Mamori’s disappearance. No one ever made a scene when Hiruma disappeared, except to express relief and the occasional ‘Good riddance!’. Even Hiruma’s father showed no interest in ever finding him, and thought it best that he had disappeared. Mamori would surely not be too happy if she knew about this.
But where was Mamori now? He knew something had happened during the party from what he had overheard from a few students, but what and why did it cause Mamori to disappear was beyond him. He had tried contacting her but she had either turned off her phone, or disposed of it completely. He tried talking to her friends, Sara and Ako, but they were just as clueless as he and, feeding on the little gossip they could find about her, blaming Hiruma as well.
This was getting frustrating. First Hiruma, now Mamori? Were they both out to make his life a living hell? He sat on one of the benches on campus and sat back, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. He wasn’t sure what to do now, or who to turn to.
“Musashi!” he heard Sena cry as he zoomed up to him. “Found you! Have you found anything yet on Mamori?”
Musashi shook his head. “Nothing. I swear I have no idea what goes on in their minds...”
Sena sighed. “And I really thought things were going well since Hiruma came here. Now all this has happened... everything is such a mess.”
“I guess it was too good to be true. With Agon stealing the spotlight most of the time, it was easy for Hiruma to stay under the radar. But now all these weird events keep coming up and…”
“Weird...” Sena suddenly muttered. Then his eyes widened. “That’s it!” He pulled out his phone and rummaged through his pockets for a piece of paper. When he found what he was looking for, he began dialing rapidly.
“What are you up to?” Musashi asked, now curious.
“Mamori told me to call him if anything happens...” Sena then put the phone to his ear. “Hi, is this Yukimitsu? Yeah, this is Sena! Yeah... Mamori’s... what?” Sena wore a shocked expression and then fell quiet for a moment. “I-I see... Is he all right? So that could be why... I see.” Sena looked crestfallen now, making Musashi even more worried. “Do you know where she could be then? No? All right. Thank you. Do you mind if I come over? Sure. Thanks. I’ll see you later.”
“What’s up? Suddenly you look awful.” asked Musashi.
Sena didn’t look up. “It seems that she might have left because of Monta...”
“What?” Musashi, startled from this new information. As Sena filled him in on what happened, how Agon had tortured Monta and how angry Mamori was, it made sense why Mamori could not take the students around her anymore. Not to mention the added pressure of being Agon’s girlfriend... “But he has no idea where Mamori is right now?”
Sena shook his head. “Not a clue. After picking Monta up, he hasn’t heard from her since.” Sena stood up. “I’m going to go visit him and check up on Monta.”
Musashi nodded. “Let me know how he’s holding up,” he said as he got up as well. “I’ll look for Kurita and we’ll search around town for any clues to help look for those two idiots.”
Sena smiled a little. “Are you sure you want to call them that?”
Musashi frowned. “In my eyes, they’re complete idiots who never really think things through.”
Musashi and Sena parted ways and Musashi headed to his van. As he sat in his van, he felt his phone vibrate in the back pocket of his jeans. He whipped it out and noticed it was an unknown number. He picked it up. “Takekura speaking.”
There was a short pause, and then a familiar female voice spoke up. “Ah, is that Musashi? I keep forgetting your real name is Takekura Gen...”
Musashi’s eyes widened and he hurriedly closed the van door. “Mamori?” he whispered.
“Yes, it’s me. I hope you’re doing all right?” she asked, sounding concerned.
“Oh, we’re doing all right,” replied Musashi. “Though, you suddenly disappearing on all of us has done nothing to make matters any better.”
“I know... I didn’t expect to do that. Are you somewhere private right now?”
Musashi looked around him, looking out for anyone or anything suspicious. “I’m in my van. The doors are closed. Where are you right now?”
“I can’t tell you the full details, but I’m in the Zokuto district, staying with a... I guess you can say friend.”
“Zokuto?” said Musashi in surprise. “But isn’t that place rather dangerous?”
“Don’t worry,” Mamori assured. “I have quite a reputation here ever since my ‘encounter’ with one of the well known gang members. They won’t harm me”
Musashi raised his eyebrows, but knew better than to question Mamori and her ability to take care of herself. “Why are you in Zokuto? Why did you run away?”
Musashi could tell Mamori was quietly thinking for the few seconds before replying, “I know I’m not the type to run away, and I’m sorry for making you and everyone worry. But something didn’t feel right, and I just had to leave.”
“So you just got up and left without a plan?”
“No, there was something I had in mind for a while. The moment I decided to leave, I decided to work on that.”
“And that is?”
“To look for Hiruma.”
Musashi sucked in his breath. “You do realize you can’t do it alone.”
“I realized that I couldn’t do it unless I left that college, especially with Agon constantly on my back. And I heard a few rumours about seeing a man with demonic features around here, which would fit quite well considering this place is full of delinquents and they wouldn’t care about Hiruma’s appearance too much, though it has caused quite a stir. I’m sure the rumours of what he has done had eventually spread up till here as well. For now, I’ll keep searching for him and if I hear anything I’ll call you.”
“Wait, but how do I contact you if anything were to happen? You could get hurt, you know.”
He could tell Mamori was smiling on the other side of the call as she replied, “Thank you for your concern. But it’s best if you don’t contact me at all. You could be in serious danger, especially with Agon involved, and I’d rather not put you or any of the others through that right now. I just called you to make sure everyone there is all right, and to assure you that I haven’t strayed that far away.”
Musashi closed his eyes and let out a chuckle. “I stand my ground that you are both idiots.”
“Eh?” went Mamori, obviously confused.
“Nothing. Good luck in finding him, and be sure to bring him back.”
“Mm,” was Mamori’s reply. “Take care then,” she said before finally hanging up.
Musashi looked at his phone and sighed. Mamori had surely called from a public phone in Zokuto. Deciding that Mamori had truly wanted to embark on this journey on her own, he resigned to letting things be for now and drove around Deimon, either to look for Hiruma or to drown in his own thoughts, he wasn’t sure. Once it got dark, he headed back to his own dorm where Kurita should be.
Just as he was a few meters before his place, he saw a commotion going on outside by the street and noticed that even the police were involved. He stopped the van and was shocked to see that five policemen were trying to hold down Kurita. He quickly parked by the side and ran up to the commotion as he heard Kurita cry, “I don’t know anything! I really don’t! Please let me go!”
“What’s going on here?!” cried Musashi.
The crowd turned to look at him, and Musashi was appalled to see Kurita forced to the ground as they attempted to tie the big boy down, who was obviously panicking even as he struggled. “Musashi!” cried Kurita when he heard Musashi. “No, Musashi, run! Don’t come here! They’re after you!”
“What?” murmured Musashi as three policemen continued to hold down Kurita while the other two approached Musashi, cuffs in their hands. Instinct told Musashi to run, for these people will not listen to reason. He turned to find the crowd blocking his way, and that was when it struck him. No matter what he did, there was just no escaping this.
Hiruma yawned lazily as he put down the book he was reading. He looked up the stairs from the basement he was in and saw dark orange sunlight streaming down from one of the windows upstairs. ‘So it’s evening already’, he thought to himself. He rubbed his eyes, finally feeling weary after having spent the whole day memorizing book after book.
It wasn’t like him to be studying this much, but everything was vastly new to him and he needed to learn as much as possible, or else...
He heard a growl near him and saw that Cerberus had just brought him food, neatly wrapped in brown paper. Wherever Cerberus got these provisions from, he had at least proven to be a useful mutt despite doing nothing but laze around and shit a whole lot. Hiruma grabbed the little package and proceeded to open it, finding sandwiches neatly cut and arranged within.
Instantly memories of Mamori flooded his mind and he growled angrily at himself. He would not, no, he could not think about things like that anymore. There was just no time to worry about her, or anyone. All he had to focus on now was fix the current problem and make sure no one else got involved.
As he took a bite out of the sandwich, he noticed that Cerberus had also brought a couple of newspapers with him. Hiruma had been keeping up with the news in Deimon, just in case something out of the ordinary happened. Cerberus wouldn’t bring the newspaper every day, but he would bring a few at once. Despite the news being dull and dismal despite his disappearance, Hiruma knew better than to skip over things that were happening in Deimon.
So when he read the last few newspapers, his eyes widened in shock as he read yesterday’s news reporting Mamori’s disappearance, as well as another article in today’s newspaper that reported Musashi as the reason for Mamori’s rebellious disappearance. Musashi was accused of being in an alliance with Hiruma, and had under Hiruma’s orders cast a spell upon Mamori to rebel and run.
The utter bullshit Hiruma read made him stand up and finally leave the dark little hole he was in. As darkness was creeping in, he knew this was the right time to leave and gather more information. He knew this was a trap, that surely Musashi and Mamori would be able to last on their own, and that surely he needed to focus on other things rather than waste his time worrying over those two.
But he had to be sure.
As he stepped outside, he murmured a spell under his breath, and began walking along the streets, carefully hiding in the shadows that grew larger by the minute. He knew someone out there would definitely be talking about this. Deimon women practically lived on gossip. And he was rewarded in his faith, stopping at one of the corridors when he heard the mention of Mamori’s name by two women gossiping in front of a sundry shop.
"But don't you find it odd that the Takekura boy could be involved with Anezaki Mamori's disappearance?" said one woman, who looked the kinder of the two. "He just doesn't seem to be the type..."
"You'd be surprised," replied the other woman, looking oddly stern. "After all, Takekura was a friend of that demon and who knows what Takekura picked up from that evil fiend."
"That may be... but why Mamori of all people?"
"Well, she has always been surrounded by troubled youths and ruffians in her quest for justice, as my daughter used to tell me. I think this is all some sort of revenge to turn her into one of them. It doesn't help that she stayed in the same room as that demon."
"Oh, so that was true! I can't believe the college permitted that!"
"Well, they thought she would be strong enough to withstand it. Now that poor girl has gone and gotten herself badly enchanted," the other woman shook her head in disgust.
"Well, I hope she isn't being tortured. I think I saw Mamori speaking to Takekura a few days before her disappearance and they seemed to get along so well, which is why I found this news surprising..."
"Well, Takekura seems a nice enough boy, though that proved to show we can’t judge a book by its cover. Though his other friend, that fat boy... what was his name?"
"Kurita?"
"Kurita, yes. Well, when the police were trying to seize Takekura, that Kurita reacted terribly, tackled a couple of the police straight to the ground. You'd think that would warrant him an arrest as well!"
The kinder woman gasped. "They didn't arrest him?"
"No. It seems Takekura vouched for Kurita and got that fat boy to calm down. But now Takekura carries all the blame and right now he's probably cuffed and heavily guarded in prison. With Mamori gone, and the police assault, not only will his punishment be severe, they may just permanently transfer Takekura away from Deimon and make sure he never returns..."
Hiruma's lips were now pressed thinly against each other and he decided he had heard enough. The conversation turned out to be too useful, so much so he now had to backtrack and rethink his next actions.
As much as he hated to admit it, he knew he could not leave Musashi alone after hearing that. The fucking old man was in too much trouble, and as much as he used to literally abuse his best friends, they had never left his side. And now he realized he shouldn’t leave theirs as well.
Why he came to that realization now, after weeks of disappearing, Hiruma wasn’t sure. But it was now or never. His initial plan would have to change, and he calculated his risks to have upped considerably. No matter, he grinned to himself. This will just be the right amount of challenge he needed anyways.
The spell he had earlier uttered made it easy for him to keep hidden as he moved from shadow to shadow to the main police station in Deimon, where he felt sure Musashi would be in. By then it was dark, and only streetlights kept the place lit.
The police station was a mere two storey building, and from what he’d heard from all the threats he received back in high school, the jails were in the top floor. He knew cracking in wouldn’t be easy, but with everything that he had learnt, he knew he’d have to try someday and now was as good a time as any. He moved quietly into the back alley of the police station and approached the back door.
Once he felt certain that there was no one in the back room, he drew closer to the back door. As he reached out his hand, he suddenly felt another hand bump into his. The darkness made it impossible to see who it was, but he heard a light squeal as they both jumped apart. He also noted that the hand he bumped into was smooth and familiar…
Then it struck him. He could barely see her outline as the only source of light they had was from a lamp post, and it shone at a distance behind her. There was no denying it…
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
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