Chapter 126 - I'll Fill You In For A Meeting At Eleven
With your breakfast ending on an anticipatory note, your children head off to their various places of education. Yuma comes first, since you need to speak with Hitomi when she meets up with the primary group and confirm with her that you're speaking with her parents today and need to have time to intercept them on the way to school. You could technically do that first, since Yuma's school doesn't actually start until after Mami's, that would mean leaving her alone for an uncomfortable period of time. Though you know full well that Yuma can take care of herself, it just feels like bad parenting. And you refuse to be a bad parent.
Instead, you drop Yuma off early. There are several other kids there already, as apparently many parents leave their kids here for most of the day while they work. It's very convenient, and thankfully not to the point of some Nest schools which practically raised their students on their own while the parents attended to more important matters. There's a notable haze of resentment around memories of school that explains a surprising amount about your father's total failure in any and all social environment.
After a short goodbye to Yuma, you reach out mentally and pinpoint the cluster of familiar emotions that is your remaining children. A chain of teleports spaced and angled to obfuscate your destination, and you arrive at the route to Mitakihara Middle School.
At this point, you could just walk up to the kids and get things out of the way, but…
That'd be letting an opportunity go by.
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"-is that not all aliens can be this terrible! There have to be at least a few cool ones!" Sayaka insists, the other children deep in thought pondering this important philosophical question.
"If I remember, I heard somebody developed a mathematical formula to determine how many different species exist in the universe." Mami adds. Sayaka shakes her head forcefully.
"You can't use math for aliens! Aliens are exciting!"
"Math can be exciting. Once you get past the basics, the more advanced concepts are very interesting." Hitomi intercedes. Her tone is polite and calm, without any remaining signs of the nervous wreck she had become in the wake of her being attacked. It's good to see her fully comfortable. And furthermore, to see she has respectable opinions regarding math.
"It's true, once you get to a certain level you can do some really funny stuff." you add in, appearing suddenly beside the group. The reaction is immediate.
Madoka, Sayaka, and Hitomi jump at your surprise appearance. Madoka nearly trips, but is caught and pulled back to a standing position by a blank-faced Homura. The two more veteran Magical Girls don't react. It's apparently some sort of dangersense that they develop, as Mami explained to you at one point. It's interesting that 'mild shock' counts as danger, though you'd rather it activate when it doesn't need to than not activate when it does need to.
Putting aside that idea for now, you sort through the various shocked greetings the kids give.
"That's right, it's me." you say with a faint smile. "I'm just here to check in with Hitomi about her parents. They're in today?"
"Yes, they are." Hitomi confirms, anxiety returned to her voice. Hopefully, you'll be able to prove it unfounded. A child shouldn't have to fear judgement from their parents for something outside of your control. "I will call ahead so they know to expect you. You should not need an appointment, but be sure to arrive soon."
"Right, I'd better get to that then. Sorry for dropping in so abruptly, but I've got a lot to do today. Have fun at school."
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Madoka's house was impressive. Hitomi's goes a bit beyond that and into excessive.
It's a literal mansion.
You're fairly certain you've seen smaller apartment buildings in Mitakihara. Hell, you're pretty sure you're living in one of said "smaller apartment buildings" right now. It's entirely unnecessary, too, since Hitomi never mentioned anyone but herself and her parents living here. Unless they have staff who also live here, which seems fairly likely given the expected upkeep costs for such a structure.
Most people would probably feel intimidated, walking up to such a building in the stark mid-morning sunlight, armed with nothing but a good poker face and a nice uniform somewhere between a suit and a doctor's outfit summoned out of literally nowhere. You are not most people.
It takes hardly a second from ringing the doorbell before a man in a very stereotypical butler uniform greets you.
"Good morning. You must be the doctor Miss Shizuki spoke of." the man greets. There's a hint of lingering exhaustion buried beneath the staunch professionalism in his voice. Telltale signs of overwork in a job that demands you always present yourself with a certain standard. Some things never change, it appears, no matter what universe you're in.
You wouldn't want to make the man's job any harder, so you nod and say "Yes, that's correct. I'm here to see the Shizukis regarding a recent incident with their daughter."
"Of course. They are currently relaxing in the main study. Please, follow me." the man says.
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Walking through the Shizuki residence is an interesting experience. You can learn a lot about somebody by their living space, and the manor's interior is certainly very telling in what kind of people Hitomi's parents are.
It feels more like an art gallery or some old-fashioned exhibit than a place people could actually live in. It's pretty much a perfect encapsulation of the Mitakiharan aesthetic in that sense. The decor is obviously very expensive, all silk and velvet with gold and jewels everywhere and a few modern art pieces added in for good measure, but without any personal touches. Everything from the furniture to the silverware (which has been left out visibly in the open) is in practically new condition, showing zero signs of use. You feel an immediate pang of pity for whoever has to spend their time cleaning all this stuff only for it to go unused.
"If I may, it is good that you have come here of your own initiative." the butler says, slightly quieter than before. "The Shizukis have already chosen not to seek aid for Hitomi's vices. They have determined that there is nothing to address, and chosen not to potentially disgrace themselves or their daughter with unnecessary treatment. I wish you the best of luck in convincing them to enlist your services."
…Well, that sure is a statement. You're not certain exactly how much this man actually knows and how much he's assuming, both about you and about the current predicament, but it doesn't paint a pretty picture. You can't make any judgements without meeting the people themselves, but it's safe to say your impression of Hitomi's parents at the moment is somewhat poor, to put it nicely.
You reach a large pair of doors, which the attending butler slowly begins to pull open. He shoots you a hopeful glance, and you see Hitomi's parents in person for the first time.
The pair sit a good ten or so feet apart, each relaxing on a separate couch opposite one another at a large glass table. Two cups of steaming hot tea are set out in what looks like very expensive china. The man's cup is already half-empty despite the fact that the drinks must be practically boiling right now. Both parents are still dressed in what is obviously business attire, plain grey suits and white ties with a few personal adornments like necklaces and watches. The mother looks like Hitomi grown up, with the same shoulder-length wavy olive hair and composed expression. The father has darker green hair pulled back in a bun and a notably tired expression.
Both turn at the sound of the door opening, seeming apparently surprised to have visitors. Were they not called in advance?
"Shizuki Haruka, Shizuki Asahi. This is a doctor Miss Hitomi found and called about. She believes they have relevant information to her current situation and will be able to provide assistance without any expenditures."
The explanation does not appear to have helped. To be fair, you can see how such an offer would seem suspicious. The mother, Haruka, looks skeptical. Asahi, on the other hand, looks actively disgusted at you. The distaste in his expression isn't broad either; it feels personal. Like you've done him a disrespect just by showing up here.
"Well, doctor, while I'm sure you have convinced my daughter that your expertise would be invaluable in resolving our current situation," the man says, not even bothering to hide his contempt, "there is nothing that requires your services. Hitomi is fine, and whatever rumors you have heard regarding her are baseless. Your offer is appreciated, but you may leave."
"If I may," you protest politely, "I am not here on the basis of any rumors, and I haven't come here to try and drag you into something. My daughter is a friend of Hitomi's, and I was asked to try and offer my support as an act of goodwill."
The father has restrained his disdain somewhat, but the mother on the other hand has gone from hesitant to hopeful in the span of a few sentences.
"Though I hope it's not improper to state this," she begins, "you are clearly not a Kaname. Nor are you one of Miki's parents. You must be the mother of that other girl, then? Hitomi's new friend."
While you internally roll your eyes at the complete diplomatic fumble that is calling somebody daughter "that other girl" in front of them, you aren't petty enough to actually care about it. It's technically accurate, and you'd prefer to keep things moving forwards in this conversation.
"Yes, that's correct, though I have had the pleasure of meeting Kaname Junko and Kaname Tomohisa." you say, the implications of such a statement not lost on you. Though you don't know the specifics, you are aware that Madoka's parents, her mother in particular, are generally considered to be very important people in Mitakihara. "My name is Thrones Alexandra, Tomoe Mami is my adopted daughter. I took her in not long after I moved to Japan."
"Tomoe Mami, was it? I've heard many good things about her. She is a respectable girl, isn't she? Hitomi mentioned her a few times, if I recall correctly. She's an upper-year student, at the top of most of her classes." Asahi says thoughtfully, his disdain for you having faded into a careful consideration. You can feel him judging you, weighing you, deciding what merit you can have for him and his family. Determining where you fall in terms of social status. Estimating the risks and rewards of associating with you.
Capitalizing on this point, you confirm "She's a very accomplished young girl, yes. I couldn't be prouder of her. Your daughter is quite impressive as well, as I've heard. However," you pivot verbally, joking from that confirmation to the real issue at hand, "that is not why I'm here today. While it's true that I am a doctor, my exact specialty is one uniquely suited to this whole situation. That's why I'd like to ask for some of your time today while we discuss things."
"Will you be able to offer treatment discreetly? You understand how rumors like this can affect somebody, surely…" Haruka says, the desperation held back from audibility but still apparent in how she rushes through her words.
"While I can certainly provide such a thing," you say, "that is not the core issue here. You see, this entire matter is actually rather more complicated than people are making it out to be."
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Asahi asks pensively. There it is. You have your opening to begin the real conversation.
"You see.."
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You'll have some time before school ends after this conversation is done. You should probably talk with…
[] Argalia
[] Kyoko
[] Kyubey
[] Write-in
You'll also have some time for a personal project, like…
[] Witch Experiments
[] Cloning Machines
[] EGO Testing
[] Write-in
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