I moaned into my desk, thumping one of my heads against it in heavy, solid thunks. It didn't hurt, I couldn't even really register the impact, but it made me feel better.
Slightly.
I had
four jobs now, four! And I hadn't earned one single coin. I had even technically performed an actual mission for one of them even if it was only a trial run!
And yet I wasn't broke, strictly speaking. Except that sort of even made it worse!
Far from my desk, I swooped down toward the street and plucked the shiny metal circle from the side of the road. The holed silvery coin of a fifty-yen piece stared back at me like a little metal eyeball.
By an infinite margin, I was making more money scavenging for lost change than clandestine gun-running, contract wetwork, fighting to save the world as a magical girl, and whatever it was that my newest friend(s) and associates did. I had 4,855 yen, yay me! ...Now I just had to pretend that one yen wasn't an itty-bitty amount to the point that the last two digits might as well be negligible and that I hadn't put in an entire solid work week in man-hours to do it, trying to race the stupid cleaning bots to my lacklustre prizes.
Just as the oh so amazing and awesome cherry on top (not), the boss guy who never actually told me his name—because of course not, why would
anyone ever introduce themselves plainly and explicitly?—did in fact have an assignment that needed done, that being why mister Fried Brain Sans Tentacles had badgered Senpai to rush over before school hours, and
apparently it wasn't even something anybody was paying for!
I was still unclear just what kind of work Senpai did, but from what the boss guy and the last girl in the team had complained about, I gathered that this assignment was all about sending a message to a former client who had dealt in bad faith and betrayed the team, so it was starting from a deficit and wasn't being funded by any new client, just needing an example to be made to at least kinda-sorta break even again, so this team might be like my other team, or maybe dealt in image management or something?
I sat in the taxi next to Senpai in the back feeling glum, especially since it was indeed in a taxi in the first place. It seemed kind of lame that some kind of special team of elite operatives working in the shadows like we were the cast of a spy thriller action movie actually flagged down a taxi. The boss guy up in the would-be driver's seat in a manually-driven car managed to actually pull off the maroon suit look surprisingly well, but I couldn't help but think Mugino was cooler.
Mugino had her own ride, with a mobile briefing room in the back.
The boss guy was
almost cool, but then he ruined it and it nosedived into totally uncool.
He was so incredibly lame that he got picked for double-crossing and didn't catch it in time, so now nobody got any money, just reputation and status.
I sighed lightly to myself, wishing that Senpai had a better job. I didn't know about the other girl in the front passenger seat ahead of me, but sticking with Senpai might be a real pain. We pulled up onto an entry ramp for the freeway, puttering along at a tepid trundle, and I bemoaned the idea that I'd probably have to get
another job just to support myself on
this job, and maybe help Senpai too. Or at least, another job might help if I could actually make any money anywhere.
Across the city, deep underground beneath where my tedious coverup of the earlier battle against the murderbots inched over the ground, I sat slumped in one of my office chairs much as I simultaneously did in the car with Senpai.
"Onichaaan?" I drew out, head lolling to regard him where he stood hunched over the long computer table looking away from me to peer at a document that he was sort of helping me interpret but more seemed to be trying to turn into a lesson where I also sat right next to him.
He twitched awkwardly, then straightened and regarded me, eyes flicking between me and me before settling on me.
"Yeah?"
"Oniichan, how do I make money?" I asked with a little bit of a whine slipping in in my exasperation.
He frowned, then quirked an eyebrow, pointing between me and the document up on the screen.
"You... aren't thinking about trying to
sell any of this, are you?"
He looked more than faintly disturbed.
Huh?
I just
blinked at him.
"Oh, right, uh," I waved in front of me. "Totally different subject for you, I guess."
And I frowned as a realisation struck me, and I looked up at him in front of me while I also looked at the screen in front of me too, thinking back a moment about how Oniichan had just been trying to turn his talk-through about the document into a sort of impromptu tutoring, and seemed to have
liked it, too; except now I was interrupting that.
Except
except, now I had his attention with
this.
Down the hall in one of the four cloning chambers, I heaved a sigh while pondering over the internals of my single unbroken gestation pod that somehow conjuring up some multitude gestalt version of Oniichan so that he could do more than one thing at once too sounded like a terrible idea, and in front of him did my best to accommodate his one train of thought.
"I'm trying to do the whole, y'know, gainful employment thing," I told him with an abstract gesture. "I've got four jobs,
four," I complained, holding up my fingers for him to see, just to emphasise the point. "And so far, the best way to get money seems to be flying around looking for
spare change. I mean, how dumb is that?"
Oniichan pursed his lips a little giving me a thoughtful look, even as I paused for a moment too, thinking about the stuff I had sort of inherited-slash-conquered from Doctor Kihara and Saten's rescue.
"Wait, five jobs," I corrected. "I... sorta became an emergency disaster relief group thing? Except
that's basically volunteer work
too!"
I pouted.
"I'm not very good at this," I admitted testily.
Oniichan sat up on the computer table adopting a thinker pose, tapping his chin while eying me consideringly.
"So what brought this on in the first place?" He asked.
I huffed, and waved at... everything.
"I'm trying to do all sorts of stuff, especially getting this place back up and running. I mean, I
died, Oniichan, like,
kerploosh!" I mimed what happened to a couple of my heads, prompting Oniichan to turn faintly greenish. "And yeah, it's sorta not like it really counts, but I think I'm gonna need to be a lot bigger if I'm going to help everyone who needs it, and that's entirely separate from the fact that other people are set on stopping me,
plus there's just the fact that, you know," I shrugged, "lots and lots of bodies, lots and lots of mouths to feed and whatnot; the storerooms downstairs have loads of those nutrition pills and whatnot, but I'm trying to think about longer term, and I could burn through everything pretty quick anyway. It'd also be nice just to have some real clothes, too."
Oniichan's face seemed professionally neutral as he cocked his head a little.
He nodded.
"That's a mature outlook, Best-chan, good job. Not just gutsy, but good thinking ahead."
...I looked away, feeling abruptly inordinately warm inside and trying not to show it on my faces. I didn't think I'd really
done anything exactly special per se, b-but Oniichan was free to praise me more if he thought so, so I could hardly
stop him.
I still saw him continuing to nod, not having to actually look at him in order to see.
He clapped.
"So, the issue is that you're looking for a part time job—jobs", he corrected. "But you need to find the right ones, that's about how it is?"
I snapped up to stare intently at Oniichan, clenching my fists and nodding. Oniichan was onto something.
"Yeah!"
Oniichan kept bobbing his head, and moved to cross his arms.
"Alright, well, how about you tell Oniichan what you've got going for you so far, and maybe we can sort out what's working well and what you can do better."
"Right!" I smiled energetically, excited that Oniichan had a real plan for this, and dug out a sheet of printer paper from the machine at the end of the computer table, bringing it over to me.
Eagerly, I slapped it down between me and Oniichan and walked back to my own computer as I leaned over the paper I brought for me.
I lasered in writing in lieu of a pencil, printing out my list.
The Best Job Search
—Multi Active Rescue, income: ?? (possible expense?)
—Magical Girl, income: N/A
—Smuggling, income: variable, to be determined
—Assassination, income: pending, to be determined
—?? (Whatever Senpai's job is), income: ?? (possible expense?)
—Finding spare change, income: ¥4,855
Oniichan froze as the pattern charred into the paper, and his face turned plastic.
I paused, suddenly uncertain.
It... I didn't look that bad, did I?
I really had been trying my best to get a good job.
Or should I have worked at it more before asking for help?
...suddenly the paltry list looked almost mocking. And it was. I'd messed up! I should have had at least a couple hundred, maybe arguably a little less since some of me was banged up some from the gunfight, but I had
five plus the token extra and that was all I had to show for it!
I was the one who could do so much at once, the one who had just been complaining to myself that it was
inconvenient that Oniichan couldn't multitask hundreds of times over.
"I'm sorry," I appologised quietly, for all the good it was worth, not able to bring myself to face Oniichan, for all the good
that was.
I swallowed.
I didn't want to disappoint him. I... I just didn't.
But I was disappointing
myself, and that wasn't something he could be proud of.
"This isn't my best," I admitted with a voice that felt somehow far too small and too big at once and cringed inside at having to confront the truth that I wasn't living up to what I had promised. "We could... We could get back to what you were talking about earlier. I-I'll keep working hard, I promise! I can do it at the same time!"
Further south in my other base, I switched tasks from trying to work out how the sonic defences of the MAR headquarters worked to rifling through the unlocked cellphone that had been left behind for any potentially useful personal information, simultaneously for getting up from my new desk in my upstairs office and trying to find anything about financial records or similar in any of the filing cabinets. Likewise, on several computers there-here, I simply plugged in searches on the quirky alt-Google,
how to make money,
how to get a job,
local hiring,
local jobs available...
Oniichan picked up the paper like it might bite him, eyes flicking back and forth across it, over and over.
"Ah, you know what, Best-chan?" He asked tonelessly. "I, uh, well there's some really important-looking stuff on the computers here," he began to ramble in what grew to an almost spacy voice. "I mean, I'm not an expert, but I definitely have some health concerns about what I've seen already, but... organic chemistry has never been my favourite anyway; why don't we take a break and go over your job search stuff?"
"Okay..." I mumbled, simultaneously still grateful he was helping me anyway but wishing he wasn't anyway.
"Great!" Oniichan brightened enormously in an extreme beaming grin that completely dominated his face in a way that... I wasn't sure what it signified really, but that was nothing new, so I could only pass over it.
I fidgeted in my office chairs.
"So, top of the list!" He began with expression never wavering in the slightest. "Multi Active Rescue? I've seen them around some, the Anti-Skill division for disaster response. You, uh... You put in a job application or something with them? I know Anti-Skill is sometimes pretty tightly knit with Judgment."
I wasn't really sure how to explain it.
I decided that was the best option, actually, so admitted such.
"I'm not sure how to explain," I confessed. "I... It's complicated?" But then I frowned, thinking about it further and my relationship with Doctor Kihara and herself with the group. "Or maybe it's really simple?"
Oniichan shifted on the computer table to sit more directly next to me, almost bumping the monitor I sat in front of.
"Okay," He said evenly. "Let's break it down and start at the beginning, then."
Oniichan leaned forward toward me to rest his elbows on his knees, hands bridged over his chin still grasping the paper.
I nodded slowly. It made sense, I supposed.
"Well, Doctor Kihara—er, Therestina Kihara," I amended. "I think there's more than one Doctor Kihara, actually. But she's the one who was in charge of... all this," I gestured vaguely around. "Project Misaka BEST. But she was also the captain of Multi Active Rescue and head of its research," I pointed over in the direction of my other base and much of the rest of me not around me here-there.
"So... I'm... sort of a MAR employee?" I hedged. "Or at least kind of equipment from a technical standpoint"
Oniichan shook his head slightly.
"I don't think equipment would be a very appropriate term."
I shrugged uncertainly, not really wanting to disagree but making the point on a technical basis as I'd said.
"Anyway, I kinda-sorta make up MAR now, I guess, and I'm the one staffing and operating the building, anyway, and I'm patched into all the stuff getting reports and whatnot. There was an incident automatically forwarded to MAR as the closest law enforcement earlier, for example, so I went and rescued a girl, and... yeah..."
Slight shaking turned to slight nodding.
"Well, that's good, I suppose," Oniichan affirmed. "Maybe unorthodox, but it takes guts to run a whole Anti-Skill department by yourself, and they do good work. None of the other officers are involved with... Doctor Kihara?"
I blinked.
"No, uh, I guess I probably wasn't clear," I corrected with a familiar wish that I could be better with words. "There are no other employees anymore; it's just me and no one else."
It was Oniichan's turn to stare silently for a moment.
"Best-chan, what happened to the other employees?"
"Oh, I, y'know, killed them, and stuff," I answered, glad to have a straight and simple direct question with an answer I could be confident of as a plain fact. "Million-degree cremation properly contained."
Oniichan didn't move. He sat there on the table, motionless, staring at me,
staying just staring, as the redder-than-red tones dimmed and his forehead around his headband started to sweat.
And... he just stayed like that.
I started to get weirded out.
Oniichan's eyes weren't even moving. Like,
at all.
I exchanged a glance with myself in self-conscious reflex.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, and he jerked violently in a sudden full-body
twitch.
"Moving on!" He announced, snapping the paper out in front of him with both arms extended as he rigidly sat bolt upright. "What's this about being a magical girl?!"
I eyed Oniichan from several positions. The way he was acting had to count as at least a little weird, didn't it? With no idea what to actually make of it, though, I could only answer as best I could as the avatar in front of him, nodding.
"Right, I found my mascot. Or he found me, anyway. He's a dog who says he likes robots, and we fought a mechanical worm-wyrm thing on the side of a tower to take out the enemy mascot behind it, or them, depending on how you look at it; they combined into a bigger robot," I explained, holding up my hands to punctuate it framing a miniaturised little illusion of the tilted battlefield of glass and sky against Shundou's combined robo-minions as best as I remembered it.
I animated the image to breathe fire at the itty-bitty Best that was about as dangerous as the real conflagration had been.
"Huh..." Oniichan commented dully, then he focused squarely on me. "Point of order," he said with a raised finger that he then pointed at my illusory display. "One,
that is cool, this needs to be acknowledged."
I smiled a little more confidently.
"Two," he added with the inclusion of his other index finger that he waved around me. "Mmmagical girl."
...
"Yes?" I tried.
"You were being absolutely serious and in fact completely literal that you, Misaka Best, are, indeed, a genuine and actual magical girl who uses the power of heart as a real live shoujo manga heroine, not just an esper who figured out how to make a theme help with her ability development and learned something new?"
I have Oniichan my flattest stare. I got up from my adjacent chair to stand by myself and direct attention to me where I sat, as well as weave a solid white backdrop that I decorated with a cartoon rendition of what I dryly deadpanned next as a giant manga page, just in case Oniichan needed pictures to follow.
"Oniichan, channeling the power of heart causes me to transform and it let a magic talking dog find me so that we could go fight an evil orca who empowered another girl who has
sparkly eyes. The evidence could be perhaps considered somewhat suggestive, yes."
Oniichan gave me a sage nod.
"Magical girl. I totally walked straight into that one," he declared solemnly.
"Indeed," I nodded back.
"Indeed," was his own reply.
"Indeed." I kept my faces straight.
Oniichan stared back likewise a picture of serenity.
"...indeed."
Oh, Oniichan wasn't going to win this one!
I sprang up as
all of me in the room at the same time that I started creeping noiselessly down the hall toward the computer room I was in, then,
loudly, pointedly, cleared my throats, waited an unnecessary moment, and somberly declared in low chorus, "
Indeeeed!"
Oniichan's upper lip twitched.
I peeked around the open doorframe, sticking my head around.
"
Indeed!" I whispered harshly in follow-on into the room, then snapped back out again.
Oniichan snickered at the antics, and it dragged me in too.
But then it started petering out as Oniichan regarded the paper in his hand, head canted to the side.
"It's... just kind of hard to reconcile this," he muttered as if to himself, then more loudly and with an odd underlying tone I couldn't place, "So then what about assassination? I... Maybe you can help me wrap my head around this, Best-chan, because I'm not sure how magical girls and assassination go together very well. Could you help me with that?"
"Uh..."
Once again I could only blink dumbly up at Oniichan from my office chair.
"I... am a magical girl who is also an assassin? I... sorry, I... I don't really understand the question very well," I admitted feeling a lot more dejected than I had a moment ago.
It always came back to this, didn't it? Holding a conversation with someone was
hard; it was impossible to really be sure what the other party meant, or what they actually took out of what was said to them.
I
thought he wanted to know how being a magical girl and an assassin weren't mutually exclusive, probably, anyway, but... but I just didn't see any way to break that down further or something from ideas that might be perceived as conflicting; it was already simplistic, and... and why
would they not be able to go together?
Was that it?
Oniichan seemed to take my moment of trepidation with more of his own, so I tried to insert what I hoped to be a productive question.
"Um, why do
you think they don't?"
Oniichan's face smoothed out into something much more neutral, maybe slightly warry instead of a controlled mild bewilderment as he leaned in slightly, turning his head with one eye more forward than the other towards me.
"Best-chan, magical girls save people, right?"
"Of course," I automatically replied.
"Like that girl you mentioned, the one who was in trouble, and you rescued. You saved her, because you're a magical girl and magical girls help and save people."
I nodded slightly uncertainly, sure about the point he was making, at least, but not where it was going.
"And assassins kill people," Oniichan continued pressingly.
I pulled back and straightened from my slight slouch, raising an eyebrow.
"No they don't? I mean, some do," I corrected. "But I don't."
A flicker of confusion passed over Oniichan's face, so briefly that I wasn't actually sure if I had really seen it at all or if I was just imagining my own upon him.
"Best..." Oniichan spoke heavily, almost wearily. "That woman, up on the surface, in the purple armour... She... She wasn't a nice woman, you know that, right?"
I frowned, puzzled, and Oniichan continued.
"But... Maybe..." He looked away for a moment and took a deep breath before looking me straight in the eyes again. "Maybe it's hard to say if it shouldn't have been done, and maybe it's right in a way that you did it or not, but it's
okay... But... Best-chan, those employees, a-and I'm guessing all the original staff here... Best,
maybe, maybe, killing people isn't necessarily
always bad, not if they're trying to hurt you and you're in real trouble, but it isn't
good. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
I... just
stared at him, completely at a loss...
whatever the hell he was on about for what brought this all on.
"...
yeah?" I proclaimed, trying to project that sheer bafflement into the single word. "Killing people is bad. That..." I stretched up a hand giving him a slow thumbs up. "I... I'm gonna be completely honest, I have zero idea why you're being so serious about this, but... yes. Killing people is bad," I affirmed slowly, even as my mind started to ramble a little with one of my mouths in tow. "I mean, I guess maybe it's not an unreasonable concern to try to impart morals to young children and in a way I'm kinda-sorta arguable as a day old, but... I am not a conventional and representatively typical human infant? Message acknowledged and unnecessary?"
Oniichan's head slowly rotated as he stared at me in simultaneously piercingly intent and slack-jawed wonder.
"...from my perspective you are being very weird and I don't know why and think it's a perspective and communication thing," I added in something in the vague direction of barely accusatory.
If Oniichan was actually an idiot hero sort of type, we were
screwed. I hadn't thought so earlier—he was clearly way smarter than I was about organic chemistry when I didn't really know much more than enough to sympathise with the sentiment that it sucked as a subject to learn—but I was coming up short on ideas why clearly there was some kind of serious fundamental miscommunication here.
"Best-chan, how many people have you killed?" He asked almost conversationally.
I brightened.
"None, my friend's big sister asked me the same thing earlier and I already thought that one over!" I replied with a more confident aimless point of emphasis, then let out a slight chuckle. "Almost gave her a horrifying answer before I realised I'd misinterpreted her and was overthinking it.
That would have been awkward."
That utterly plastic semblance locked into place again across Oniichan's face, and just like that, the upswing of confidence that I'd gotten a handle on this conversation started fraying.
"S-So you've done... maybe kind of a lot of killing," Oniichan began speaking in a thready voice, nodding his head back and forth and not really looking at me as he did; I wasn't exactly sure if he was even really talking to me. "But none of them were
people? Right...?" A nervous-sounding little breathy laugh escaped him. "Right."
Oniichan was kind of weirding me out, but it was a relief that he was catching on to what I was trying to say.
"Targets aren't people," I corroborated. "That... wouldn't even really make any sense? It's not like you can
murder murder a target when it's, well, a
target you know?" I grimaced a little in uncertainty. "I'm not really sure how to simplify that more, but I think we're on the same page now?"
Oniichan swallowed visibly, and his jaw clenched hard enough that I almost expected to hear something crack.
"...yeah," Oniichan said in a weak voice, looking straight at me again with what I wanted to call a sad expression that still didn't make sense in context. "I suppose it wouldn't make sense for targets to be people."
I swiveled back and forth slightly in my office chair, and in each of my other chairs in the room tried not to look
too much like I was watching instead of working.
"Sooo... we're good?" I hesitantly offered both thumbs up, only to then instead feel it more reflective to aimlessly waggle my thumbs around.
"We will be, Best-chan, we will be," Oniichan replied sounding very tired, and it dawned on me that Oniichan had been up since who
knew when, and unlike me he presumably hadn't started what had since become yesterday at almost the end of the day. His fists clenched hard enough that they actually did turn audible with popping from his knuckles as he took a deep breath and continued—and continued making me feel that we really weren't on the same page, "Just gotta find the guts to see it through, but... that parts easy, really, so..."
He gave me a weak smile that seemed hopeful and sad.
"I guess it's just a matter of time since Oniichan has guts, huh?"
I still felt like I didn't properly get what we were talking about, but that wasn't really anything unusual. Whatever it was, Oniichan was confident that it was okay enough, though?
I tried smiling back, but it ended up more a mirror to his own than I really wanted.
"You know," he went on. "I think maybe I might be more interested in some of the other areas you've been asking about; nobody
really likes organic chemistry, but what about neurology questions? I think you mentioned a lot of it was under the Testament program you needed to sort out? I bet I could help with that."
I spun around in another of my chairs and raised a hand from the other computer table across the narrow room where I was in the middle of delving into the topic in question.
"Over here, Oniichan, that's what I'm working on here."
He hopped up and stepped over as I rearranged the windows on the screen and brought up one of the frequently referenced files that looked both important and about as comprehensible as Welsh to me.
"This is one of the points I'm struggling with," I explained, gesturing to the screen. "I've found a lot of other documents calling to this one, but I honestly can't make heads or tails of it; I think it's a listing of chemical compounds affected by the Testament direction or that need to be used in conjunction with it?"
Oniichan's long face turned wry.
"Of course," he muttered aloud. "Organic chemistry
for neurology."
He sighed, and I felt that one in
lots of my bones. Organic chemistry was the worst.
"Doxirix is a name-brand version of alosirox dextronate, though, yeah," he commented as he leaned in to stare at the monitor. "Pretty common in a lot of power development regimens, same with adexetine quixiprosate, supposed to help promote healthy blood vessel growth in the brain. I was on that one for a while."
I huffed a sigh of my own and settled in for the long haul.
Oniichan set his hand on my head at that, which felt very warm.
"Don't sell yourself short, Chibi-chan, you were right with your guess," he encouraged with a smile.
My own felt a little stronger in response.
"So, I recognise most of these," Oniichan announced then as we both regarded the computer screen next to one another and I rolled in another chair for him to sit in and doled out some of the large and tasteless ration pills to the rest of me in the computer room for what passed as an early breakfast. "Now I seem to remember you passing a comment about liking pattern puzzles; a lot of these compounds follow a logic to their naming structure, so how about I start explaining a few, and then
you can start telling
me what they're good for as we go?"
I raised my eyebrows, looking at the list.
He was right; there were links between a lot of them, an etymological base I wasn't familiar with, but it hinted at being there.
"That actually sounds kind of fun," I acknowledged.
We sort of made a bit of a game of it, then, though Oniichan caught me out when I started looking up some of the names, which wasn't fair in the slightest since he never explicitly made a rule against it first.
"So... if alitresetron rosimicine helps prevent inflammatory responses, and amabrate and amcizyme are both for disinfecting and synthetic immunoboosters, then... aldonalin roxapizole is be... something for alleviating side effects of immunosuppressants and
aldacranon triamroban would be one?"
Oniichan's smile turned sunny, even if it didn't quite light up all the shadows in his eyes.
"You catch on pretty quick!"
Oh...
I turned away, face heating up.
"Well, you know..." It wasn't as if I didn't have dozens and dozens of brains working on it and someone helping me.
"Especially for someone trying to be a cheating cheater!" Oniichan quipped on.
"Hey!" I snapped back up toward him in protest, but I couldn't maintain any heat in the scowl I tried to direct at him when it all pooled together in my chest and fed the grin of my own that supplanted it, and was mirrored in turn by Oniichan too, the glow finally taking over fully and suffusing with a more literal one properly in my sight.
"Mm, mm," Oniichan nodded seriously, crossing his arms. "And never let anyone tell you that you don't have a cute smile, so sayeth the Oniichan."
Gawahhh...!
I couldn't take this kind of onslaught and hid behind a glamour, my
ears about to combust!
And then Oniichan leaned forward slightly, raising an eyebrow and staring critically at the professionally polite and attentive facade.
...and he raised a finger!
Pop went my glamour like an audible soap bubble and fell apart into glitters as the finger poked and touched my nose.
"I thought so," Oniichan declared.
"
You're the cheater!" I wailed as my nose got smushed and I clapped my hands over my face.
"Cheater, cheater, cheater!" I chorused around me.
Oniichan glanced around.
"Hm, nope, nope, still only counts as one, and I say totally fair and square, so there, we're
at least even and my vote counts as 1.1 votes because very important and complex reasony reasons."
Red-faced, I rapidly compiled together a construct based on the printer paper and computer table and slammed it down upon said desk.
Oniichan looked down at what lay there.
The Rules, read the large tome-shaped construct cloaked in such an appearance.
His mouth quirked.
"G-Go on,
read it," I prodded.
Oniichan accepted the book-like fiction I held together in my mind, and opened the cover to the first page.
No it doesn't.
The semblance of the words stared up starkly on the otherwise blank sheet.
"It's in the rulebook," I insisted. "So there."
Oniichan laughed.
"You know, I think I was right," he chuckled to himself as he immediately held out protesting hands. "Different thing, different thing!"
I squinted at him. Aggressively. I got up and repositioned to stand by myself to squint at him with more eyes, alternating simultaneous lefts and rights for extra measure. And making them flare ominous crimson for
extra extra measure!
"
Oh gosh, I was right! So, your other concern, the best job for Best-chan?" He got out between gasping breaths. "I was thinking, I mean, I have a manager guy and he has a whole team and staff and everything that handle a lot of my stuff for me, but I remember some of the ideas I was given a while back when merchandising got brought up, and... well you're a magical girl."
I toned down the hyperbolic glaring.
"Go on," I spoke with all my mouths in the room.
Oniichan's smile turned intent, had a
strength well up within it revealing his heart in sudden vibrancy.
"Best-chan, you're a magical girl with a lot of guts who wants to make a good career for yourself."
He spread his hands out toward me as if in presentation.
"How good are you at singing?"