Eternal Melody

 According to the makeshift time on the large clock, they passed a few minutes ago, it was almost lunchtime. This meant several hours went by already. It didn’t feel like that to her; nothing in this place is moving. The only sign of life was what she saw earlier at that park.

For the next two hours or so, only little conversation passed between the three of them. It was mainly Shin and her talking while Atsuro simply nodded along. 

It looks like he was focusing his attention on how to get out of here, which relieved her.

She is not in the best mood to talk about what happened back then. The last thing she needs now is to fall into a messy and complicated situation talk about the past.

A deep sigh crosses her lips.

Yuhi should hurry up and come here.

Until he arrives, it does not seem like her insanity will disappear. Shin keeps trying to make small talk with her, but it is not working very well. She was never fond of small talk or any type of conversation at all. Sumire silently followed the two; at some point, she ended up lagging.

Another reason why Atsuro came here is most likely because he does not trust her. He does not trust her not to lose control and go crazy. Sumire knew that eventually, she would no longer be able to hold it back. 

Her violent urges.

Since she arrived in Tokyo, she only snapped that one time – the first day she came here. But even then, she was not serious.

Sumire recalls Toukos words and took a deep breath. More and more people will find out. 

Those peaceful every day will eventually come to an end. When that happens, what will she do? Yuhi said he would stick by her side no matter what happens, but what if that was a lie too? What if he is simply better at lying and concealing his thoughts and feelings? She doesn’t want to know. She doesn’t want that to happen. 

It doesn’t matter if the whole world turns their back on her. Maybe it would be better if that were to happen, then she would only be able to focus on Yuhi and Yuhi alone.

It doesn’t matter if others don’t trust her or believe in her as long as Terashima Yuhi does. Even if it is only one person, she wants to hold on to them no matter what happens. 

“Are you free later?”

Sumire blinked when she heard Shin’s voice. She glanced over and noticed that he was beside her again. 

“Later?”

“I will send you the rest of the documents. Also, there is a nearby restaurant school.”

She immediately understood his invitation. A restaurant near school means other members of the general public go there too. “Then we can go later. I will message you.”

Shin nodded.

Now that she thought about it. It must be awkward for Shin too, right? After all, he and Atsuro are friends and members of the same band. Sumire looks over at Shin. From what he said earlier and even before this, she could tell he cares for Yuhi. It must be difficult for him having to choose between the two.

Is that why he looks so troubled these days?

Suppose that is the reason why then maybe — her sentence fell short when something grazed her leg. In that second, Shin pulled out his gun and fired it. He pulled her behind him.

In the next second, she saw numerous guns and other weapons aimed at them. A large group no a team of armed people, all drew their weapon toward them. All of them wore police uniforms. For a moment, she thought they were Shin’s companions, but that wasn’t the case here. 

“Sumire,” Shin mumbled. “Sorry, but you will have to..”

She nodded in understanding. It seems like she will no longer be able to avoid it. She looked over at Atsuro and noticed that he was completely still. A dark aura seemed to surround him, and her sweat fell. This isn’t battle mode, and it’s just him being irritated. 

Sumire watches as he pulls out the scrolls and takes out a gorgeous medium-sized brush. 

The art of using scrolls reminds her of ancient times. Back then, onomyojis and ninjas would use scrolls to cast spells. Long before she even learned about supernatural powers, she already knew about ancient methods to use unusual abilities. After learning that, nothing else should have surprised her. 

….

After a good hour or so, Sumire felt her vision begin to blur. It seems like even for her, this is a bit too much. No matter how many they defeated, it seems like even more would show.

 Her older sister was perfect in every way.

She was kind to everyone, and she was practically good at everything. She would achieve those things in the first try, and everyone loved her. It was like nobody ever needed or noticed her. It was something that stuck with me at a time when I was young and impressionable. She was just at the end of elementary school when she entered her rebellious phase. She talked back to everyone and didn’t care what they said about her. It didn’t matter whether she was at school or at home. She felt like the walls were closing in on her.

She wanted to be free . . . .

So when she heard that she had the strength that matches that of a Yankee, she entered the delinquent world. A year after Mamoru passed away, his first fake death. By that point, she had already broken down and was just merely wandering. That’s when she met Yuhi. Yuhi was a weird guy; he was pushy and got into her personal space. But at the same time, it didn’t really seem like he cared about anything. It was like a breath of fresh air to her.

The air out on the rooftop, where they weren’t allowed to go, was the freshest and purest to her. She finally found a place she could breathe.