Shards of a Broken Sun [Megaten/Shugo Chara/Exalted]

Chapter 1.3
[X][Amu] Spend time with Ran, Miki and Su
[X][Amu] Invite Kana to your birthday
[X][Amu] Catch up with old friends
[X][Amu] Get to know your classmates

[X][Scavengers] Write-in Helpful, There's no choice but to try to get along, is there? Still not all of this sits well with you and you probably can't really keep major secrets about her. She'll probably figure out the various people you know even if you don't say anything about it, and truthfully the problems Akane has bother you. Cautiously ask around if anything can help with their situation and that you might know a few people who could help a bit for certain matters, so long as it doesn't go too far.
September 24, 2009

She did meet Kana-chan the day right after, and they did have cake. This time Amu had hot chocolate with her cake. It was... nice. They didn't discuss any heavy subjects; nothing about Easter, nor the glimpses Amu had seen of Kana's life, just regular girl talk of the sort that… well.

Should she be honestly honest? Amu had no idea what 'regular girl talk' was like, regardless of Yaya and Rima's efforts on the matter. Neither did Kana, so what they had was Amu-and-Kana talk, which was different and less normal. It could have been awkward. They could have spent their time together stumbling, tip-toeing around the elephants in their respective rooms and in each other's heads, or at least had no idea what to say, and yet...

Kana-chan, Amu thought, was a force of nature. But a gentle one. There was no need to tip-toe, because they both could see those elephant-shaped monuments without needing to name them, and since Amu had wholly given up on hiding herself from Kana, Kana knew precisely what she shouldn't say. As did Amu, because Kana was—if not completely open...

Amu didn't need to read the depths of Kana's mind to find out where her boundaries lay.

So they spent their time chatting. Not discussing the latest fashions, because really, Kana didn't care that much—and Amu often made her own. Not discussing potential girlfriends, because-

Well. Because Kana had too much fun teasing her about Utau, was why. And, more seriously, Amu didn't want that discussion.

No, they just chatted, their minds halfway entangled with each other, and they had cake. The cliche thing would be to claim they were trying to share their entire lives, and they weren't, certainly not, but they did well at sharing their life. Kana's soul, Amu thought, was pretty. It was an effervescent, foamy feeling, but it flowed—around the elephants in Kana's room, around all the scars. Despite everything that she'd been through, Kana's soul and sense of self had stayed beautiful. Attractive? Amu didn't have the words.

Sure, it also made her scary. Anyone who could stab a man and not be traumatised by it... but Kana was Kana, and Amu liked the girl who Kana was. She liked her a lot. Like a moth to a flame, she might say in her more lucid moments. Other times she was too taken—too busy speed-running friendship—to worry. She knew she was buying trouble. She simply didn't care. It was like she'd been deaf and mute, always seeing her friends through a dirty, fogged-up window, and now for the first time she was able to talk.

That had been Kana's description, and it wasn't wrong. It didn't change anything—didn't erase her history with Kukai, didn't make Utau less of her best friend or Yaya less amusing—but it did taint her common sense and rationality. How could it not?

That second day was also the day when Amu realised she didn't have Kana's phone number, and the day they decided to fix that.

They kept meeting. They met the day after that, after school, and talked about movies, and then they went to see one. And then the day after that, Amu invited Kana to her birthday.



In a quaint little house on a perfectly ordinary street—where the sun shone just a bit too brightly, as if it, too, was aware of the occasion—preparations were well underway for Hinamori Amu's 13th birthday party. The balloons were filled with just the right amount of helium, enough to make them hover guiltily for not rising to the ceiling. Streamers hung from the walls like lazy rainbows, taking the day off from being stuffed in the attic. Even the scent of freshly baked cake wafted through the air, filling the room with sugary anticipation.

Amu stood in the centre of the living room, a whirlwind of pink and frills. She eyed the clock nervously. "Any minute now," she mumbled to herself, "any minute, the doorbell will ring, and then—"

"Are you talking to yourself again?" Yaya floated in, her voice a sing-song that only marginally irritated the birthday girl. She had a knack for turning any situation into a playground, and today was no exception.

"I have the right to be nervous," Amu argued. "I told you about Kana-"

"You told us nothing!" Yaya giggled. "Just that she's a new friend, and shy. Don't worry, Amu-chan, we won't scare her."

"Right," Amu said.

"But if you're so worried, then I guess we could ambush her. No escape! We'll pelt her with streamers until she can't run away, and then we'll—"

"Yaya."

"Oh, you're no fun." Yaya grinned, and stuck out her tongue.

Before Amu could respond with the level of sarcasm such a suggestion deserved, Rima waltzed in, her hands fiddling with—was that a clown nose?

"No," Amu groaned, her fears confirmed. "Please, no."

"You didn't think we'd forget the entertainment, did you?" Rima snickered. "This is a party. It won't do to have one without the clown. I hear the best ones are always hired, and you wouldn't want to disappoint your guests, now would you?"

"We're not paying for it," Amu hissed. "Rima, since when would you even consider-"

"Amu-chaaaaan!" Kukai, the only sane person in the Guardians, bounded in, a large package in his hands. "You're going to love this!"

"Kukai, no!"

"It's a gift!" he said, blatantly lying. Kukai was only very slightly telepathic, but he was projecting enough for anyone to pick up on it, and what he was projecting was a mix of amusement and eager schadenfreude. "For your birthday! A real gift! You have no idea how much of a hassle it was finding it, but I know you'll love it. It's-"

"Put it away," Amu demanded. She could feel an ominous aura from the box.

"It's going to be great," Kukai stated, ignoring reality. "You'll have no idea what hit you," he said, giving up on lying, "but it's going to be hilarious. Trust me."

"Kukai..." Amu glared, and then turned her glare onto the rest of the party, all of whom were doing their best to not grin. "It's not even time for the presents. Put. It. Away," she growled.

"No, really. I promise, you're going to enjoy-"

"Kukai," Utau warned, finally appearing. "No."

"I'm not-"

"We talked about this," she said.

"I didn't-"

"I spent hours making that," she said, revealing her betrayal. "If you open it early, it's going to mess up my plan, and you promised you wouldn't, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No, no," Utau insisted, with all the weight of being a high-schooler placed among middle and grade-schoolers. "Later."

Kukai sighed, his shoulders drooping as if the weight of the world—or perhaps just the weight of Utau's glare—had suddenly been placed upon him. He looked at the package in his hands as if contemplating whether to make a last stand or to retreat gracefully. Finally, he placed it gently on a nearby table, as if it were a fragile piece of fine china.

"Fine, fine. Later it is," Kukai conceded, offering a grin that was part bravado and part resignation.

Utau nodded with a satisfied smile that was equal parts triumph and relief. "Good. Now, can we focus on the birthday girl?"

Amu was at this point oscillating between critical amusement, gratitude towards Utau and suspicion. After all, if Utau was involved in the gift's creation, how safe could it be? She decided to not voice this concern, opting instead for an expression that suggested she was graciously allowing the party to continue.

"Oh, please, let's not focus on me," Amu said, rolling her eyes so hard they almost achieved escape velocity.

Tadase chose this moment to enter, his appearance perfectly timed, as if he had been waiting for a cue. The tension between him and Utau was palpable, but both tried to behave as though the other was a friend—a strained, awkward silence hanging between them, neither wanting to break it.

"Happy birthday, Amu-chan," he said.

"Thanks," Amu replied, and smiled.

"You seem excited," he said, his voice a tad too stiff to be natural.

"Amu-chaaaaan is a little nervous about her new friend," Yaya announced, not helping.

"I mean, I..." Amu sighed. "I guess I am. Kana's... what did I tell you about her?"

"Just that she's shy and easily spooked," said Rima. "That she's had a tough time. And that you want us to be on our best behaviour."

"I don't know what I was thinking," Amu muttered.

"Don't worry," Utau said, with a reassuring pat on Amu's shoulder. "We won't scare her."

"I know, but-"

"You've just got to trust us," said Yaya, who had proposed tying her up, and—no, enough with the witticisms. Amu wasn't sure what Kana would do if someone actually spooked her. 'Shy' wasn't how Amu would describe her, but... shell-shocked maybe? No, not that either. It was just that Kana's reflexes involved knives, and Amu didn't want her depending on her reflexes.

"Yeah," Amu muttered, her voice a bit less than entirely confident.

"I'll help, if I can," Tadase offered, his face a bit too sincere.

"That would be great..."

Lighten up, Amu. She was surrounded by friends! If she couldn't trust the Guardians, who could she trust?

Amu's doubts were not eased, nor helped, nor in any way allayed by the sound—and feel—of Kana ringing the doorbell.

"I'll get it!" Amu blurted, and then dashed for the door, hoping nobody would follow.

Amu nearly tripped over the hem of her pink, frilly dress as she dashed toward the front door. She reached for the handle, her hand shaking slightly, and paused. She took a deep breath, as if the extra oxygen could somehow infuse her with the courage she needed for this particular social interaction. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she saw her friends eyeing her from the living room, a mix of curiosity, amusement, and in Yaya's case, an almost manic excitement.

"Here goes nothing," she muttered to herself, pulling the door open. 'Utau, please hold Yaya and the others back, like we-?' 'Planned' wasn't precisely accurate. She'd trust Utau to do it anyway.

She closed the door behind her.

There stood Kana, her eyes wide and her posture stiff. She wore a simple dress, and in her hands, she held a small, neatly-wrapped gift box as if it were a life preserver. Her eyes met Amu's, and for a moment, both girls just stared at each other. Finally, Kana broke the silence.

"Um, happy birthday, Amu," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Amu's eyes twinkled with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Kana, you made it! Come in, come in," she said, stepping aside to allow her new friend to enter.

"Um." 'Look up,' Amu heard Kana think. There, standing a few metres behind Kana—casually leaning against a tree in their garden, her arms crossed and a bored expression on her face—was a pale, slender young woman with bright orange hair, her bangs held back with a red ribbon. She wore a dark red jacket over a black shirt, and her pants were black, too, as were her knee-high boots. Her eyes met Amu's, and a slight smile flickered across her face.

"Amu," Kana whispered. "This is Naomi. Naomi, this is Amu."

"Hi," Naomi said, her voice a pleasant, light tone.

"Nice to meet you," Amu replied. "Um, so you're..."

"Kana's older sister, or so I'm told," Naomi said, raising an eyebrow. "She's talked about you a lot, and I wanted to see who this mystery girl was. Plus, you see, she seems smitten, and you never know, right? Better to be safe than sorry."

Amu was torn between confusion, concern, and a tiny flicker of delight that Kana had mentioned her enough for Naomi to feel the need to check her out. She opted for the safest response. She'd imagined this conversation before… somewhat. She had an idea!

"Ah. Um. Nice to meet you, too. Kana's mentioned you as well," Amu said.

"Oh?"

"Just, you know, a little. Or a lot. You're... teaching her math?" she said, opting for the safer of the few things Kana had mentioned.

"That's right," Naomi said, her smile widening a fraction. "She's a good student, all things considered. She's a fast learner, and she's always willing to put in the extra effort."

"And you're really good at fighting," Amu said, her voice so low you couldn't have heard it over a needle drop.

"That's... a matter of opinion," Naomi replied, her smile faltering. Kana, too, looked so tense it was like her limbs might snap.

'What are you doing!?' Kana's mind screamed, and Amu winced. She didn't dare stop for thought. Her mind flickered backwards, making sure Utau was still standing guard inside. She was.

"Well, Kana's told me a lot about you," Amu continued. "About everything. I... I meant to come visit one day, after I'd talked it over with Kana, but..." The tiniest flicker of flame flashed in Naomi's eyes. "But Kana's been telling me a lot more than I think she wanted to, and, well, I can't just sit by and watch, and..." She was babbling. She was babbling, and she couldn't stop. "I've been wanting to do something to help, and-"

"Amu," Kana said, her voice cracking. "Naomi, I swear, I didn't tell her anything, I didn't say a word, I swear, and-"

"I recognised what she's going through, because something similar happened to me and my friends, and-"

"You did?" Naomi's voice was low and dangerous. "Did you tell her about-"

"No, of course not! I wouldn't betray your trust like that, and— Amu, stop!"

Amu couldn't stop. She didn't even try. The words kept coming, spilling out faster than her thoughts could catch up.

"I want to help," she said. "I've fought people like them before. If things had gone even slightly worse, I might have been there right next to Kana. If I'd been lucky. And the idea of people using her, or experimenting on her, or, or..."

Naomi's eyes flashed, and for a moment, Amu felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. Then, Naomi's eyes softened, and her shoulders sagged. She reached out, putting one hand on Kana's shoulder, and the other on Amu's.

"Alright," she said, her voice a bit less sharp. "Okay, we're getting off to a bad start. I'm sorry, Amu. It's just..."

"She's protective," Kana explained, her voice barely a whisper.

"I know," said Amu. She looked up into Naomi's eyes. "It's okay. You're just looking out for her. I get it. But, well, you see me. I'm not a threat."

"You're not," Naomi agreed, her tone suggesting that, if she thought Amu was, she wouldn't have hesitated to murder her. "You're also not one of us."

"I might as well be."

"That's not how this works," Naomi said, her voice soft and sad. "It's not that simple. Kana, did you somehow win her over in five days? How is that even possible?"

"It's not like that," Amu argued. "I just saw something that reminded me of myself, and... I can't ignore it, okay? I can't. There's a lot of people I could ask, if I'm careful. And-" She felt a pulse from Kana. "-yes, I'll run all of them past you first, obviously."

It hadn't been obvious to Amu at all, but Kana heaved an internal sigh of relief.

Naomi's hand tightened on Kana's shoulder, and her other hand tightened on Amu's.

"We're both telepaths," Kana argued. On the inside, Amu sensed a huge surge of relief—the sort that came from knowing Naomi wasn't killing anyone today. "She can't be lying, Naomi. Maybe I opened up a bit too much, but like I said, it's worth it. Amu's worth it."

"I... suppose that could be true," Naomi admitted. She gave Amu's shoulder a gentle squeeze, and then let go. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so... intense. I just..."

"You're scared," Amu said. Naomi raised an eyebrow, and Amu could practically feel the daggers coming her way.

"Telepath," Kana reminded. "Both of us."

Naomi sighed, and released her hold on Kana's shoulder. "Alright, alright," she said. "You win. Like always. Just, be careful, okay?"

"I will," Kana promised.

"Fine," Naomi said, finally letting go of them both. "Alright." She took a deep breath. "Hinamori Amu. I don't think you understand what you're getting yourself into, but Kana thinks the world of you. She's important to us, and I..." She took a deep breath. "Look. Let's try again, alright? Happy birthday, Amu."

"Thank you," Amu said, trying her best not to let her relief show. "Come in, please. My parents are waiting, and so are my friends, and we've got a cake and..."

"I can't." Naomi shook her head, and Amu could sense a sudden spike of... worry? In her. "Nor do I think you'd want me there. I was here to escort Kana, and to see what sort of girl she's become friends with. But now that I've met you, and I've seen who you are..." She shrugged. "I'm satisfied. Sorry, but I have a lot of work to do."

'She has to keep the others safe,' Kana explained. 'Especially because I'm here.'

"Right. Um. Okay. Well, see you soon, then?" Amu said, wondering if that would be a lie.

"Yes, of course." Naomi nodded, and then turned and left, her footsteps heavy. They watched her go, and then Amu sagged down onto the porch. Kana followed.

'I'm going to murder you,' she thought, and Amu could almost feel the words echoing in her head. 'What were you thinking, just... telling her like that? I could have handled it, you could have said something...'

She didn't have an easy answer for that. She'd spent hours planning the conversation in her head, and not once had she imagined it'd be on her doorstep, with Utau and the others barely metres away. But, well, it was too late for that.

"I'm sorry," Amu mumbled, and meant it.

'It's fine,' Kana thought, sagging against Amu. 'She would have sought you out anyway. We've been spending too much time together, and, well, she knows me too well. Just please, please, for all that is good and holy in the world, don't ever do anything like that again. My heart can't take it.'

Amu smiled. "I won't."

"Good," Kana said, and sighed. "What sort of nutcase volunteers to help me, anyway? You could have stayed out of it. Are you secretly a yakuza princess or something? A secret spy? Some sort of ninja?"

"No, nothing like that," Amu said, grinning. "I'm just me."

"...you're way too nice for your own good," said Kana, and the tone of her voice suggested she meant it. So did her emotions. Worried, angry, but-

"You think so?"

"Yeah." Kana looked down at her feet, seemingly upset, but on the inside she was so elated she was nearly levitating. "You're going to get hurt. You shouldn't have said anything, Amu. They're... Manticore aren't someone you mess with. They're part of the government. Not like Easter."

"So what?" said Amu. "You're my friend, Kana. I'm not just going to leave you."

"You should."

"Well, I won't."



Kana took a cautious step inside, her eyes darting around as if she expected the streamers to come alive and attack her. Amu couldn't blame her; Yaya's earlier idea about ambushing the new girl with decorations wasn't far off from something the overly-enthusiastic Guardian would actually do. Being the oldest student council member had certainly done… something, to her, and Amu couldn't help but notice Pepe was nowhere to be seen, but Yaya remained Yaya.

'But Yaya's being sat on,' she thought towards Kana, which didn't seem to help her timidness. That was fair. Yaya wasn't here. But the one who'd held her back—the one who'd played interference for ages, despite four overexcitable Guardians and one dangerously nervous Amu—was standing in front of them tapping her foot, as she rounded the corner.

"Thanks, Utau," said Amu, grinning nervously up at her bestie.

As did Kana.

Up, and up, and up. Utau had a way of looming menacingly when she wanted to. She didn't think she'd overheard what they'd been saying… right?

= = =

Well, who knows. Kana, I'm sorry, but this is like the fourth time Amu does this, and each case has been worse than the last. Next time it'll have to be a demigod. Or maybe an entire army battalion.

How do you want to handle this situation?

[ ] Pretend that nothing happened.

  • You were out there for much longer than it should have taken. You're both covered in sweat, and Utau could feel the emotions, even if she couldn't overhear the conversation. But sure, nothing happened.

[ ] Try to play it off
  • You're practically holding each other up. What happened, did Naomi force you through a game of boulder-ball?

[ ] Tell the truth
  • I shouldn't need to explain why this isn't an option.

[ ] Tell as much of the truth as Kana will accept
  • That sure as heck won't calm them down, but who knows? Maybe honesty's the best policy. Just expect further inquiries.

[ ] Write-in
  • While the other options largely cover the gamut, you shouldn't hesitate to add details.
 
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  • [X] write-in: Comforting. Kana is nervous and likely picking up a lot of everyone right now while Utau has gone very prickly. You want to calm them down, reassure them, ground them... luckily all three of you are telepaths here, so you can just skip over fumbling with words and go straight to mind-hugs and grounding.
    [X] Write-in apologize for taking awhile. If Utau does seem to have overheard something and wants to talk about it right away... then and only then ask if it can't be discussed after the Birthday party, as this wouldn't really be the best moment. Discuss with Akane telepathically as needed beforehand on what can and can not be said to Utau, you did promise to let her ok such things after all. Though try to convince her in case Utau did overhear that perhaps you should tell her at least a bit of what's going on sooner rather then later, she'd probably find out somehow otherwise anyway.
    [X] Kana's story is hers to share- introduce them and let Kana and Utau judge each other
    [X] Pretend that nothing happened.
    [X] Try to play it off
    [X] Write-in - Explain to Kana that Utau is to Amu like Naomi is to her. Then kneel down seiza-style in front of Utau and beg forgiveness, explaining to Utau that you can't actually explain anything. Except to please believe in the Amu that believes in Kana.
 
Chapter 1.4
[X] write-in: Comforting. Kana is nervous and likely picking up a lot of everyone right now while Utau has gone very prickly. You want to calm them down, reassure them, ground them... luckily all three of you are telepaths here, so you can just skip over fumbling with words and go straight to mind-hugs and grounding.

Out of the fire, and into the—ashes? The malapropism didn't quite fit, and as Kana entered Amu's home, she found herself confronted with an unfamiliar problem. Three telepaths enter a room. That… sounded like a bar joke, instead of being her reality. Utau was worried, and the worry had led into anger, and- anger, dark side, planet busters?

Utau was tapping her foot.

Usually Amu didn't care too much about the age difference. Three years, after all, weren't a big deal if you were... um... not twelve. Er. Thirteen. Not… thirteen. She felt about ten.

"Amu..." Utau kept staring down at her, and Amu had to tilt her head upwards to meet the gaze. You'd be misreading the scene, if you thought Amu felt scared. She felt… ashamed. She'd made Utau worry, and… she wanted to comfort her, but...

Kana took a tiny, nervous step forward.

"It's not Amu's fault," Kana said, her voice so low she was practically mumbling.

That was enough to draw Utau's attention. She looked away from Amu, and up at Kana. Amu couldn't read her mind, but she could sense her thoughts, and they were… sharp. Oh, forget about words. Utau…

Amu took one step forward, then another, and suddenly she was hugging her, arms around Utau, trembling as she pressed her forehead against her friend's chest.

The goal had been to comfort her. But-

"'m sorry," she mumbled, and then Utau was hugging her, too, and her feelings were a mix of fear and relief and shame. Her hand landed on Amu's head. Amu tried to radiate comfort and calm, hoping to soothe both of them, and- it wasn't working. Her stomach was doing somersaults. Her eyes burned. Naomi had been scary! She hadn't realised how scary, until Naomi had left, and the tension had bled away, and the reality had hit. You couldn't lie with telepathy, or if you could, then Amu didn't know how to do it. You couldn't lie with your body, either.

She didn't realise she was crying until the tears started dripping.

"'m sorry," she mumbled again.

"Idiot," Utau whispered.

"S-sorry," Amu sniffled, and then the tears were running freely.

"Shhh, Amu," Utau murmured, and hugged her a little tighter. "It's fine. Shhh."

"'s not fine," Amu muttered, shaking her head. "I... I made you worry, and I... I was careless, and..."

And Utau pulled her closer yet, sitting down onto the stool with Amu on her lap, as though Amu was a child, and not a teenager. She couldn't stop her. Amu clung to Utau, unsure if she was comforting Utau or just herself. Possibly both. Maybe. The dying remnants of her dignity claimed it might be both.

"Amu," Kana repeated, her voice louder this time, "it's not your fault."

That brought Utau back to reality. She flipped Amu around, holding the hug, and glared at Kana.

"No," she said, her voice hard, "it isn't."

"Utau..." Amu mumbled, giving up on 'calm' and trying to radiate 'please be nice, I like Kana'. Which was a bit too complex of an emotion, but it had the benefit of being true. She didn't seem able to speak, not in anything resembling a coherent fashion. It was just starting to hit her what sort of mess she'd gotten herself into. Not that she'd have changed a single thing, it was just-

Amu wouldn't be part of this story right now.

Utau sighed. "Right, right," she said, squeezing her shaking friend a little tighter. "Let's take this from the top. It's not Amu's fault. I'm unsure if it's yours. You're the new friend, I assume?" Utau said, her voice cool. "Kana, then. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Kana said, her voice cracking a little.

"You're Amu's newest project, aren't you?" Utau continued. She glanced down at Amu, her gaze softening a fraction. "What is it this time? Child soldiers, cultists, human experimentation, or..."

"None of the above!" Amu protested feebly, feeling Kana's nervousness skyrocket. "Just a friend."

Utau heaved a sigh. "And I can feel you panicking," she muttered. "Sorry, Kana. That isn't your fault. It's just, Amu always—always, without fail, picks the most impossible cases. And it's hard to watch."

"She can't leave people like me alone," Kana said, her voice barely audible. Her face was pale.

"She really can't," Utau agreed.

"I'm still here," Amu protested, and was hugged harder. Her bones were starting to creak. "'m not doing anything stupid."

"That remains to be seen," Utau muttered.

"It's not stupid!"

"It is a bit stupid," Kana argued. "It's not your fight, Amu."

"Maybe not, but, well—are you ganging up on me?" Amu complained, her tone incredulous. She wiped her tears, then looked up at Utau, to Kana and back. "What is this, the 'tell off Amu' club? It's my birthday, you know. I don't have to take this."

"It's the 'stop Amu doing things that make her cry' club," Utau suggested, though her eyes twinkled. "Back with us? You're a menace, and not in a good way. You wouldn't be dissolving like this if you had a lick of sense in your body."

"You are a menace," Kana echoed. "Not in a bad way either, but you are." She looked to Utau. "I won't let you get in trouble, though. Not that I can stop you."

"Thanks, guys," Amu muttered. Her nose was running. She felt absolutely atrocious, and babied. It wasn't even slightly okay.

"You're welcome," Utau replied, her voice dry. "Kana, let's go inside. There's cake, and sensible people. Plus Yaya and Amu."

"Yaya?" Kana said, her voice tentative.

"She'll love you, I'm sure," Utau said. "We'll stuff Amu in the bathroom. And then we can talk."

"Oh." Kana shrank back, her nerves spiking. "Right."

Utau considered them for a moment. Amu desperately tried to work up the emotions for 'calming' again, but wasn't entirely sure she had the knack. Kana' emotions were a mess, Utau felt both protective and worried, and as for Amu, she... didn't really know what she was, anymore. She just knew that this was the best shot she was ever going to have at making them get along, and she wanted to protect the both of them, and also, maybe, not get stabbed, because...

Well, because she didn't really want Kana's friends to murder her. Or anyone.

Which was an emotion dark enough that Utau nearly crushed her ribs. What on earth had happened to the thin waif who'd been lighter than Amu? Was every bit of those ramen eating contests turning into muscle?

"You don't have to, of course," Utau continued, as though nothing had happened. "We can go sit somewhere else and just talk. Doesn't need to be here." She considered Kana again, and Amu felt something a bit like a leviathan stir within Utau. Something ancient and dark, a feeling of—not protectiveness, but—something a little bit closer to a desire for vengeance. She looked towards Kana, and then back down at Amu, and for a moment Amu couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Kana wasn't the only person willing to murder, if it came down to it.

It brushed against Kana, like a vast, black shadow. She could feel Kana recoil.

'What are you two doing?' Amu thought, her mental tone plaintive. Somehow, that was easier than talking.

'Sharing,' Utau replied.

Kana said nothing, but the feelings from her were complicated. She backed away slightly, her mind a tangled mess. Amu could make out a few fragments: confusion, worry, anger. And something that wasn't quite fear, but definitely a negative reaction to Utau's... whatever that was.

Her hand twitched towards her waist. She wasn't holding a knife—was not, in fact, wearing a belt—but she could feel the mental twitch from wanting one.

For some reason Utau's face quirked into a smile.

"She means that much to you?" she said, and Kana flinched, her mind flaring with anger and guilt and—

"Yes," said Kana. "She does."

"Huh." Utau's eyes met Kana's, and for a moment both girls stared at each other. Finally, Utau blinked, and nodded. "Well, she does that, you know."

"Does what?" Kana asked, confused.

"Just... gets to people," Utau replied. "So, how about this, then: do you want to meet the rest of the gang? I think you'll like them."

"Sure?" Kana's mental response was not so sure.

"And we'll leave the talk for another day. But if you want Amu to help…" Utau shrugged, and smiled. It was the sort of smile that showed off all of her teeth. "We both will. We've all had our share of… issues. Since I bet Amu never told you, I was her previous—project."

"Project," Kana repeated, and Amu could almost taste her surprise.

"Project," Utau agreed. "Though Amu doesn't do projects. She just does Amu. She's a good friend. I'm sure you've noticed."

"I have," Kana agreed. "Um. What, what exactly do you want to know, then? I can't say a lot."

"That's the same thing I thought..." Utau released Amu, her expression softening. "And I was wrong. I'm still learning, but—we'll get to that later. For now, cake. Come in, and I'll introduce you. If you need to talk to Amu, feel free."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah," said Utau.

"But I can't-" Kana paused. Utau looked at her, waiting, and Amu could feel her trying to find the right words. As for Amu, she slowly got to her feet. Her legs were still trembling slightly, and she felt absolutely lousy, but-

"Can't say much, I know," Utau replied. "I get that. Really, I do. I know precisely how it feels, thinking that anything you say might be found out. Or that you will make it worse. Or even that you'll hurt Amu-chan." She shrugged. "It's not an easy feeling to get rid of, and it took me years. So, you know, take as much time as you need."

-better, Amu thought, rubbing her face to clear the tear trails away. It could have gone worse.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me," said Utau, her voice cold once again. "This isn't a favour. This is for Amu. You're a friend of hers, so you're a friend of mine. But if you hurt her-"

"Utau," said Amu, her tone admonishing. 'Not again!'

"Then I'll just have to murder you," Utau finished, and gave Amu a toothy grin. "No, but, seriously, how do you find all these people? Do you have a talent for it or something?"

"I have a talent for finding friends, thank you," Amu muttered, blushing.

"That wasn't a compliment, idiot." She ruffled Amu's hair.

"I think it was," Kana said.

"It really wasn't," Utau said. "She just... has a knack for it. Finding problems, and then not ignoring them." She leaned back, and all the tension drained out of her. "But that's a story for another day. Right, Akane? Just don't hold back. I'm not happy with whatever your deal is, I'm sure you understand. I'll be a great deal less happy if you get her hurt without first asking for help."

Kana swallowed, and nodded, and acted very unlike the mind-controlling assassin that Amu had more or less determined she was. Utau chuckled, acting unusually like the high-schooler she was supposed to be.

"Good," she said.

Amu rolled her eyes, and had her hair ruffled again. Then Utau, carefully, placed her hand on Kana's head, and patted it gently. The chief feeling from Kana was shock.

"Now come on," she said, leading them inside. "Before Yaya eats all the cake."



The atmosphere within Amu's living room was a drastic shift from the tension that had preceded their entrance. Warmth emanated from a cluttered table adorned with mismatched plates and a pristine birthday cake, its candles studded amidst cheerful frosting. Yaya, always a bundle of boundless energy, was holding court over the small assemblage of friends, her laughter acting as a balm to the earlier disquiet.

Utau steered the pair of them inside, having first given Amu and Kana a minute to collect themselves. Once there, Amu felt her stomach clench at the sight of her friends, and the concern emanating from them. They must have overheard something, or else they had seen her distress, and now she would have to explain-

"Amuuuuu," said Yaya. "I want cake! You were gone forever!"

Nothing, apparently.

"I was not," she said, grateful for the distraction.

"Forever," Rima reiterated.

"I'm hungry, Amu," said Yaya, her voice a whine. "Feed me!"

"You were gone long enough," Tadase said, a gentle smile on his face. He looked towards Utau, who nodded slightly. "You were missed. Happy birthday, Amu. And welcome, Kana-chan."

"Thank you," Amu replied, trying her best not to blush.

"Happy birthday, Amu," Rima added, a small smile on her face. The tension dissolved into general greetings and well-wishes, and then it was time to cut the cake. Kana found herself being swept up in the jovial tide almost against her will, her nerves untangling as Yaya's antics pulled reluctant giggles from her throat. The merriment was infectious, the absurdity of an illusionary duck forming atop Yaya's head acting as a cue that seriousness was temporarily banished from the room.

Amu, too, felt the change, her tumultuous emotions settling into a gentle eddy as she watched her friends through new eyes—through Kana's cautious yet wondering gaze. There was an unspoken agreement in the air; the complexities of their lives were momentarily put on hold, shelved in favour of celebrating the simple fact of her existence. It wasn't the first time; she did this once per year, but Kana-

'When is your birthday?' she asked, her tone tentative.

'July... 10th?' Kana replied, her mind radiating uncertainty. 'I don't remember. We've never had a chance to celebrate.'

'Next year, then,'
Amu declared, her voice firm. 'We'll have a party just for you. How about that?'

Kana didn't have an answer, her emotions a maelstrom, but a single thought floated to the surface, a wistful wish for family, and the simple wish to be included.

Then Miki flew into the room, holding a tiny portrait of Amu with a massive grin on her face, and Kana nearly shrieked. Amu was unanimously elected to be the one who'd explain Charas to Kana, who—as it turned out—was deathly afraid of ghosts.



The presents came as they were all lounging on a cluster of beanbags, the cake now a delightful memory, and Yaya had just finished regaling them with a particularly adventurous tale involving a scooter and three-legged cat.

From Yaya, a box-within-a-box.

"Open it!" Yaya ordered, a wide grin on her face. Amu, suspecting she might regret the act, obeyed. Within, she found an array of stickers: hearts, spades, diamonds and clubs, and a rainbow. There was also a small pocket mirror. She raised an eyebrow, her expression curious.

"Because you're Amu," Yaya declared. "And rainbows are cool."

"Thank you," said Amu.

Rima's present was next, wrapped in simple, plain paper, and she handed it over with a smile. Inside was a card, and a bag full of colourful hairpins, along with a matching pink scarf.

"Su said it would help keep the winter chill away. She taught me how to knit it," Rima explained, and Amu had to swallow past the sudden lump in her throat.

"Thanks, Rima," she managed.

Kana pulled out a small box. Amu would have been happy with nothing, but Kana, at least, hadn't been given much time.

"This is from Naomi, and from the rest of us," she said. "She wanted me to give you a message, too, but I'd rather not, not here." She smiled. "Just so you know... Naomi's happy that I made a friend. Even if she's like... that."

"Oh," said Amu.

The present was a small bracelet, with a tiny charm attached. It was a simple thing, a white feather, but Amu could sense the care that had been poured into its creation. Literally—she could feel the warmth, the hope, the care, the love that had been woven into the gift, it practically vibrated in her hands. The last time she'd felt anything like it was—Amu swallowed. Lulu's gems, though those had been a brittle, crystalline shine.

"Yui-chan made that for you," Kana explained. "It doesn't do anything. It's just a feather. But I thought..."

"I'll treasure it," Amu said, thinking of her missing friend. Lulu had gone off to Europe, and they hadn't spoken in nearly a year, and all of a sudden she really wanted to. "Thank you, Kana."

Kana gave her a curious mental nudge.

'A friend,' she told her. 'I'll tell you about her later.'

That had been everyone, except for Kukai, Tadase, Utau, and...

"Where's Ami?" Amu asked, suddenly realising her little sister had been gone for some time.

"Upstairs," Utau replied, her voice a little dry. "Finishing your gift. She told me not to let you wake her until she's done."

"Ah."

"You can go check, but I don't think she'll appreciate it," Tadase offered. "And, speaking of, our gift is a joint effort. I hope you don't mind."

"Kukai found the... base material," said Utau. "Tadase and I helped him... finish it." She chuckled lightly, and Amu narrowed her eyes at her.

"You two are planning something."

"No," said Tadase, his voice as earnest as it ever was. "It's a gift."

"Just open it," said Utau, the faintest hint of a smirk playing about her lips. "You'll see."

They prodded her over to the sofa, where Tadase presented her with a thin package, while Kukai grinned in the background.

Amu settled on the edge of the sofa, the thin package in her hands. The wrapping paper was smooth, cool to the touch, with a subtle sheen that caught the light, casting playful shadows across her fingers. It was tied with a simple ribbon.

With her friends gathered around, watching with a mixture of excitement and barely concealed knowing looks, she peeled back the tape with a deliberateness that belied her growing curiosity. The paper fell away, revealing what looked like a simple pocket mirror.

"It is a mirror," Tadase said, his voice filled with a warmth that one reserves for a carefully chosen gift. "But not just any mirror."

Amu's eyes flicked up to meet his, an unspoken question in her gaze.

Utau leaned in, the light playing off her eyes in a mischievous dance. "It's been enchanted," she whispered, as if confiding a great secret. "It's meant to reveal your innermost—"

But before she could finish, the mirror came to life. Swirls of colour cascaded across the surface, and for a brief moment, Amu thought she could hear the distant sound of laughter—Lulu's laughter.

Her heart clenched with a mixture of nostalgia and longing. Lulu, her friend who had ventured off to Europe, leaving a Lulu-shaped hole in their circle. The mirror wasn't just reflecting light; it was reflecting memories, moments, feelings.

"—it's meant to reveal your innermost feelings," said Utau. "Well, that was the plan. In practice it reflects mostly the outermost, and I have no idea what you see. I see a lot of green clouds, some purple, but I'll admit, it's not that useful. Still... it took us a while."

Kana, who had been silent, gave Amu a gentle mental nudge, a soft whisper of curiosity amidst the chaos of emotions. Amu turned to her, her eyes misty.

"It's Lulu," Amu said softly, more to herself than to anyone else. "Or at least, it reminds me of her."

The room was still, the only movement the flickering colours playing across Amu's face as she gazed into the mirror. Tadase and Utau exchanged a glance, a silent conversation passing between them.

"You two are planning something," Amu accused, halfheartedly, her eyes never leaving the mirror.

"Nope," Tadase replied, his earnestness palpable. "Utau got a clearer picture, and you wouldn't believe what I saw."

"You wouldn't," Utau declared, her voice a low murmur.

"Heh."

The moment passed, and soon the group was swept up in the merriment once more, Kana's nervousness all but forgotten. Amu found a board game, and the rest of the afternoon was spent in a spirited round of 'exploding kittens', with Kana, despite her initial protests, joining in with gusto.

Ami showed up a good hour and a half later, dragging a stuffed seal and a box wrapped in a garish shade of pink.

"I did it!" she blearily declared. "Happy birthday, sis."

Amu's response was a hug.



"Thank you," said Amu. "For coming."

She had retreated to the porch, needing a little fresh air and quiet. The evening sky was aflame with the dying embers of the setting sun, a fiery red glow illuminating the clouds as they drifted lazily overhead.

"You're welcome," Kana said, and Amu could feel the faint tingle of emotion, a mixture of contentment and melancholy, beneath her words.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Amu asked.

"Yeah."

"Good," said Amu. "I'm glad."

Kana leaned into her, her warmth a pleasant weight against Amu's side. "I've never been to a birthday party before," she said, her voice low and thoughtful. "I wasn't sure what to expect, but it was nice."

"Glad you had a good time," said Amu, and then a thought struck her. "Um, do you want a hug?"

Kana looked at her, her expression one of surprise, but the emotion beneath was a soft, warm glow, a feeling of trust and companionship. "...please," she said.

Amu obliged, pulling Kana close and letting her rest her head on her shoulder. They sat in silence, watching the sunset as it slowly gave way to the darkening twilight, a blanket of stars emerging overhead. The air was filled with the quiet sounds of crickets, a soothing melody that washed over them, and for a brief moment, Kana was at peace. Thinking about nothing, other than how nice it felt, and how warm Amu was, and how the night sky seemed to stretch on forever.

"I should probably go home," Kana murmured, a faint trace of regret in her voice. "My friends are waiting for me."

"Right."

"Thank you," said Kana.

"You're welcome."



That could have gone worse. You can't lie with telepathy, or- like she says, at least Amu doesn't know how to do it. Which has upsides and downsides. It means Kana (at least) can trust her absolutely, but it also means Amu can't project calm without being calm herself, though she tried, and hugs were indeed had. With friends as close as these, you don't need to do everything yourself.

Anyway. Two votes, though only one of the results actually matters. I asked before how much you want to to tell Lulu, and nobody answered. In light of the preceding two chapters, has anyone changed their mind?

Also, just what did Ami bring for a present?

[ ][Lulu] Call her up, talk about your life, don't say anything specific.

  • It's been about nine months since last time you talked. Can't you just want to hear her voice? I'm pretty sure you can.

[ ][Lulu] Let her know that life is getting interesting again, without any specifics.
  • It isn't the first time. Lulu already knows about the whole Easter thing.

[ ][Lulu] Keep the conversation completely centred on Lulu.
  • This might be a little suspicious, but Amu is reasonably sure Lulu enjoys talking about herself.

[ ][Lulu] Write-in

[ ][Ami] A piece of fog in the shape of a sea shell
  • It is, unaccountably, solid. You can hear worried whispers when you hold it.

[ ][Ami] A moveable rainbow
  • You can stick it in the corner of your room, and it'll stay there.

[ ][Ami] A liquid shadow that forms a pool, much deeper than the half a millimetre it should be
  • Feels oddly like home.

[ ][Ami] A shard of moonlight
  • It's sharp, and looks deadly, but something keeps it from being sharp enough to cut.

[ ][Ami] Write-in
 
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Scheduled vote count started by Baughn on Nov 2, 2023 at 11:08 PM, finished with 51 posts and 11 votes.
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    [X][Lulu] Call her up, talk about your life, don't say anything specific.
    [X][Lulu] Write-in - Catch up with Lulu and, while chatting about what each other has been up to, try to figure out whether Lulu herself appears to be dealing with any problems of her own. If she doesn't seem to have anything going on, ask her if she knows anything about evil psychic research groups that may have connections with governments, especially the Japanese government.
    [X][Lulu] Let her know that life is getting interesting again, without any specifics.
    [X][Lulu] Write-in - Catch up with Lulu and, while chatting about what each other have been up to, try to figure out whether Lulu herself appears to be dealing with any problems of her own. If she doesn't seem to have anything going on, ask her if she knows anything about evil psychic research groups that may have connections with governments, especially the Japanese government. Regardless of how the talk goes try and make this casual chatting (hopefully it'll be actually casual) a more regular thing. You are both friends after all.
  • 10

    [X][Ami] A shard of moonlight
    [X][Ami] A liquid shadow that forms a pool, much deeper than the half a millimetre it should be
    [X][Ami] Write-in - A cross-shaped hairclip that changes color, shape or both whenever someone - including a Chara - taps it.
    [X][Ami] A moveable rainbow
  • 1

    [X][More Hugs] Write in - Cuddle Ami again and tell her how happy you are at what she did for you. Again. And then give her one more squeeze, just for good measure.
 
Chapter 1.4.2
September 24, 2009

Amu's birthday, eventful as it was, wouldn't be complete without a mention of Ami's gift. The first-grader had seemingly spent most of the party asleep, which Amu's parents had thought was laziness, and Amu knew was procrastination. The young girl had a severe lack of focus at the best of times, and had seemingly forgotten to find a gift until well after the last possible moment.

Which meant she'd spent the party asleep, searching for said gift somewhere in a dreamscape, and- Amu knew, better than anyone, how tough it must have been for Ami to give up the chance at cake. Which sounded funny, but Ami was seven years old. 'Impulse control' was still a work-in-progress. Amu knew to appreciate it when it happened.

She had come through in the end, and had even managed to wrap her present, which was more than she usually managed.

So, after Ami came downstairs with her box, Amu hugged her to within an inch of her life. Snuggling with her little sister didn't need an excuse, but it was especially nice to have one.



"Thank you, Ami," Amu murmured, and felt a rush of warmth and accomplishment coming from Ami. It was accompanied by her hug being returned; a sensation she doubted she'd ever grow tired of.

"I did it," Ami declared, her voice sleepy. Amu squeezed her a little tighter, and was rewarded with a squeak.

"You did," Amu agreed.

"Open it!"

"Okay, okay," Amu chuckled. "I'll open it."

This was still in the middle of her birthday party, with Utau—and the others—looking on. She glanced at Kana, and was met with a soft smile. Her friend had been enjoying herself all evening. It was nice to see, and nice to feel. Somehow Amu had been worried Kana might be jealous or something, and instead found herself being termed a little silly.

Kana's mental nudge was nonetheless encouraging.

'What?' she asked.

'You're cute,' Kana replied.

Amu felt a faint blush rising to her cheeks. Underneath the watchful eyes of her friends, not to mention Ami, she carefully peeled back the layers of haphazardly applied tape and glitter-strewn paper with a tenderness that only an older sister could muster. Each piece of tape removed revealed more of the box's contents, a slow reveal that had all the children leaning in with bated breath.

Finally the last piece of wrapping fell away, and Amu lifted the lid to unveil Ami's gift. Inside the box lay a shard of light that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. It was a slice of moonlight, sharp in shape, yet when Amu hesitantly reached out to touch it, her fingers met a warm and gentle resistance. It was as if the moonlight was encased in an invisible sheath, protecting anyone from harm.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" Ami said, her voice thick with pride.

"How did you-?" Amu started to ask, her eyes wide with wonder.

Ami rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, her other hand still clutching her stuffed toy. "I dreamt of the moon," she yawned. "I decided to chase it. And when I woke up, this was under my pillow."

"Thank you," Amu said again, and hugged her sister tightly. "Thank you, Ami. I love it."

"You're welcome," said Ami, her voice muffled.

Amu held the shard of moonlight up, watching as the colours shifted and changed. Pale, soft, almost like an echo of the real thing. She had no doubt the shard was magical, and yet somehow felt entirely mundane. A part of her wondered what had happened, if someone had sent it to Ami, and how she'd gotten ahold of it.

Most of her was happy to take her sister at her word. It felt like an illusion. Beautiful, but untouchable. And yet, the moment her fingers brushed against the surface, it felt like a familiar memory. Like the moon, but not the moon. A fragment of something that had been lost. An eagerness to greet the future, despite the challenges that lay ahead.

"I saw a boy in the dream," said Ami, without prompting. She was snuggled up against Amu, her sleepy thoughts drifting freely.

"Oh?" Amu replied.

"Mhm," said Ami. "He said he wanted to help."

"Really?"

"Mhm." Ami's eyes were drooping. "He was really nice. He liked my rabbit."

'Rabbit?' Apparently there were things going on with Ami in her sleep. Her stuffed toy—Amu glanced down to check—was a seal.

"He did?" Amu asked.

"Mhm," said Ami, and yawned. "He had pretty hair. Like Ikuto's. Do I get my present now?"

Amu chuckled. "You can if you want. But wouldn't you rather have it while your friends are here?" She gently stroked her sister's hair.

"Mmm..." Ami mumbled, her thoughts a jumbled mess.

"I think that's a yes," Utau supplied, a small smile on her face.

Ami nodded slowly. Her eyes were closed, and she was resting her head against Amu's chest. She was already drifting off.

"Alright, Ami," said Amu, gently scooping her sister up. "I should have done this sooner. But since everybody's here…" She trailed off, looking over at Utau, Tadase and the others.

"Yes?" Rima said, her eyebrow arched.

"I'd like to introduce you to the other birthday girl." She turned to the others, holding up Ami. "This is my sister, Hinamori Ami. She's seven, and she likes rabbits and sleeping."

There were scattered giggles from the gathered group.

"Hi, Ami," said Tadase, smiling. "Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday, Ami-chan," Yaya added.

"Happy birthday," said Rima, and the others chimed in with similar sentiments.

Ami smiled sleepily, her mind a muddle of warmth and appreciation. She'd have her own party, of course. It was just going to be tomorrow—the 25th, the day after her actual birthday. And her parents would be there, and her friends from school.

It wouldn't be as unique as Amu's, but, well, Ami was seven.

Still, Amu could tell that she appreciated the attention, even if she couldn't quite stay awake. She settled down on the sofa, still carrying her little sister, and smiled up at her friends. She was now less than twice as old as Ami, and there was some horror in that—Ami could talk back, sometimes she was even fun—but, overall, Amu felt she was okay with the changes.

"Thank you," said Amu, "for being a part of my day. And for Ami's, too."

= = =

It's not very long, and there aren't any choices to be made, but I felt I might as well hand this off. It'll give some people ideas, I'm sure, so I'll repeat what I stated before: The shard of moonlight is really just a toy. There is no possible way for it to be a danger, least of all to Amu of all people. If it were... it'd be the exact same kind of thing she's already practiced at cleansing.
 
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Chapter 1.5
[X][Lulu] Call her up, talk about your life, don't say anything specific.

September 27, 2009

The phone clicked several times, then started ringing. Amu held her breath, her fingers clasped tightly around the receiver, her mind a tumultuous mix of hope and uncertainty. What if Lulu didn't pick up? What if she didn't want to talk to her? This was the second time she tried to call, and nobody had picked up yesterday-

"Hello?" a familiar voice said, and Amu's breath caught.

"Lulu?"

"Amu!" There was a rustle of movement, and the sound of a chair being scraped across the floor. "It's been ages! How are you?"

"Good, I'm good," Amu managed, and felt her cheeks grow hot. She was a teenager. Teenagers were not supposed to be nervous. They were also not supposed to be so happy that a simple conversation made them feel like they were going to explode, and yet, here she was.

"I've missed you," Lulu said. "Sorry I didn't catch you yesterday. I've been super busy. Work's been crazy."

"What are you doing now?" Amu asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"Right now? Talking to you," Lulu replied. "But, well, you know. I'm not exactly working at a corner store anymore."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Lulu agreed. She sounded tired. "But enough about me. How are things with you? Quiet, I hope?"

"Yeah," said Amu.

"You sound a little off," Lulu observed.

"Um, nothing much. Just..." Amu hesitated. She didn't want to lie to her friend. "You know my birthday was three days ago?"

The silence on the line stretched out, and Amu could almost see Lulu's expression shift.

"No," Lulu replied. "No, I did not. Ugh, Amu-" She could hear the frustration in her friend's voice. "You never told me."

Well, that was just awkward. Amu winced, a mixture of embarrassment and guilt bubbling up inside her. She sat down on her bed, phone clutched in one hand. Miki bounced a little, then raised an eyebrow at her. She was reading manga. The little traitor.

"I'm sorry," Amu mumbled. "It... slipped my mind."

"It's fine," Lulu sighed. "We're talking now, right? Happy birthday, by the way. What did you do?"

"Thank you," Amu managed. "My friends, we, um, we had a little party. And then..." She trailed off, her gaze wandering to the shard of moonlight that now sat upon her desk, a soft glow illuminating the room. "Ami got me a gift. It's very pretty. Um. I... I think it's a piece of the moon?"

There was a few seconds of silence.

"Amu," said Lulu, her voice serious. "Do you remember what we talked about, the last time we talked?"

"About how I attract weird stuff?" Amu replied.

"Yeah, that." Lulu's tone was dry. "Did it arrive through the mail? Did it drop from the sky?"

"Neither," Ami replied. "Ami got it in her dreams."

The silence this time was profound, and Amu found herself fidgeting uncomfortably. If Lulu had been actually here, she might've been able to sense the worry and concern radiating from her. As it was, Amu was left guessing, and the guesses were not particularly pleasant.

"You know," Lulu said, after the silence had stretched on for an unbearable length of time. "We really, really need to catch up."

"We do?"

"Mm. But, Amu, listen. If this is what I think it is, this is not a joke. You need to pay closer attention to your sister. Please."

Amu swallowed, a cold knot forming in the pit of her stomach.

"Why?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

"Because, Amu, this is not something to be messed with." Lulu sounded a bit frustrated. "I'm not supposed to say, but, look, I... ugh. Did I tell you, grandma got me a new part-time job? She was really not impressed by Easter. I didn't get the full story, but it sounded like some kind of scandal? Nothing you need to worry about, though. We've moved on."

"So you're not...?"

"Not involved in anything dubious, no," Lulu replied. "At least, not in the same way. I got a good talking-to, too. 'Lulu, you're meant to tell us if something sketchy's going on! Look at your cousin, he's the perfect example. You should be like him!'" She snorted. "And, well, grandma can be kind of scary when she wants to be, so..."

Amu couldn't help a small giggle. She could picture the scene clearly, and the way Lulu imitated her grandmother was spot on.

"I can imagine," Amu murmured.

"But, Amu, look, that's not the point!" Lulu continued. "I was being a little shit, and yeah, thank you for looking out for me. You were totes right, okay? And now it's my turn to give you the same advice. So listen, and stop giggling, because this is important."

"Right," said Amu, and winced. Lulu could also be a little bit scary, sometimes.

"Listen, this isn't a joke. Promise me you'll pay attention to Ami. If you spot anything abnormal—if she acts weird, or if something happens, anything at all—you let me know. Please. I don't want either of you to get hurt, okay? Because that would make me really, really sad."

Amu could almost picture her, her friend's blue eyes wide and serious.

"I promise," she murmured, and the tension eased somewhat.

"Thanks," said Lulu. "I know it's a lot to ask, but..." She sighed. "Okay, enough about that. Let's change the subject.

"You're welcome," Amu replied, and felt the knot in her stomach loosen. "So, what's this new job?"

"That's not important," Lulu said, and the lightness in her tone belied the concern that still lingered. "Grandma got me an internship with the French meteorological society. It's really, really boring. And, no, before you ask, I don't get to wear a labcoat or anything. I just sit around and make tea, mostly. It's boring, but it's a family thing, and I don't really have the option to say no."

"Oh."

"Yeah," said Lulu. "It's kind of a punishment, because I'm not as boring as my cousin. Anyway, that's been my weekends lately. How about you?"

"Nothing much," said Amu, a faint blush rising to her cheeks at the lie. "I've, um, spent a lot of time practicing my telekinesis. That's the term, right?" She'd used the English word, but wasn't confident enough in her pronunciation.

"Yep, that's the term," Lulu agreed.

"It's been kind of tough," Amu continued, her voice hesitant. "At least, fine control is tough. Ran was better at it, except she had no idea what she was doing. Moving big stuff is easy, but moving small stuff... I can do it, but I keep breaking everything. And that's, um, kind of scary."

"How are you doing it?" Lulu asked, her voice a little curious.

"Oh, it's..." Amu paused. How did you even describe it? If she was telling Utau, she'd just have a mental nudge. "Um. I can kind of... reach out, and grab hold of something. It's sort of like holding it, except with an extra hand. Only, I have to use my mind, not my hands."

"I don't think that's very helpful," said Lulu, her voice dry.

"Well, I'm not sure how to explain it better," Amu admitted. "I'm just kind of sticking spokes in reality and making it bend. That's the best way I can put it."

"Huh." Lulu didn't sound convinced. "I'm not sure if I understand."

"I'm not sure if I do, either," Amu admitted. "But I'm getting the hang of it. Sort of. Um, Lulu, how do you do your gems?"

"My gems?" Lulu echoed. "Oh, my gems." There was a faint note of amusement in her voice. "It's a family thing. We've been doing that sort of stuff for years, though not many people outside the family are aware of it. 'Lightning is a little life, and jewels are its eyes.' That's how my grandmother puts it."

"Lightning is alive?" Amu said, a bit doubtfully.

Lulu's laugh this time was hearty, a loud and rich sound that warmed Amu's heart. "You can say that, if you want. I won't deny it. Lightning is definitely alive, and it's been around for longer than humans. It's just, well, lightning is a very, very small life. If you store it in a gem, you can make it do stuff. You know, I'd love to show you. Next time we meet, maybe?"

"Sure," said Amu, knowing that might be years—if ever. "Next time."

"Yeah," said Lulu. "We should try and keep in touch. I've missed you. And, Amu?"

"Mhm?"

"Remember your promise. If something goes wrong, if Ami is in trouble, you let me know. I don't care how small the problem is. You call me, okay? No more excuses."

"Okay."

"Good," said Lulu. "Now give me the scoop on your school."

They chatted for a while longer, swapping stories about the mundane things in their lives, the weather, and the recent news. Lulu shared her thoughts on the current riots in France, and Amu shared her thoughts on the latest school drama, and somehow, it was nice. She avoided telling Lulu much about Kana; in Amu's retelling she was a random girl whom Amu had run into less than a week before, then hit it off with.

"-and her birthday present was this pretty charm bracelet with a feather attached," she finished. "I didn't think she'd give me one, but I guess she really wanted to." Amu lifted her wrist, and the light caught the delicate chain, sending a glimmer of rainbows dancing across her skin.

"She sounds nice," Lulu said, a note of warmth in her voice.

"I guess," Amu agreed, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. "She is, actually. She's a bit intense, and her guardian's more so, but, well..."

"What do you mean, intense?"

"Oh, well, her guardian's a little..." Amu struggled to find the right words. "I guess she really cares about Kana? And they're both teenage girls, so... she worries. I guess."

"You guess," Lulu echoed, her voice dry.

"It's hard to put into words," Amu replied.

"Sure."

"She is nice, though," Amu said, after a pause. "It was really nice chatting with you, Lulu. I wish I could come over and visit sometime. Your home seems amazing."

"You're always welcome here, Amu," Lulu said. "We've got plenty of guest rooms. Though, um, I might not be there. The internship's taking me all over the country. Grandma's thinking about sending me overseas, next year."

"Overseas?"

"Mm," Lulu agreed, her voice wistful. "I might go, but... it's not certain. There's a lot to do here, and I'm not really that eager to leave, you know? My life is here, but then again... I'll have to see. Besides, I need to keep an eye on my cousin, you know? All work and no play makes boys like him into very dull adults indeed, and he'd just hate that, I know it. I'd never let him hear the end of it."

Amu had no idea what that meant, but nodded along anyway.

"And on top of everything else," said Lulu. "You're there. So that's a benefit of going."

"I am?" Amu was taken aback.

"Of course you are," said Lulu. "What kind of a person would I be if I left a friend behind? So, I mean, it's not for certain, but—I might come back to Japan. I was going to tell you later, but... surprise!"

Amu blinked, her mind trying and failing to process what she'd just heard.

"You'll be coming back to Japan?" she echoed.

"Yes." Lulu sounded almost amused.

"Oh."

"You sound almost like you don't want me," Lulu said, a note of mock-offence creeping into her voice.

"I didn't mean—" Amu started to protest, then caught herself. "I'm glad. That you're coming back."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," said Amu, her tone firm.

"Good."

There was a pause, and the silence stretched on, the seconds ticking by. Then Lulu spoke again, her voice softer.

"Grandma's not sure what she's going to do yet, though, so... maybe, maybe not. I'll try and visit, if she does send me away. Betcha it's going to be busy, but I'll be living in Tokyo, so... yep." Lulu sounded satisfied with herself. "We should totally meet up, if I do end up in Japan."

"That sounds nice," said Amu, a little shyly.

"It does," Lulu agreed. "Now, how's Miki doing? Is she nearby?"

"Of course she is," said Amu.

"Can you get her to say hi?"

Amu did as requested. Miki took over the phone, and the rest of the hour was spent talking, trading stories and ideas and observations, with the occasional question lobbed at Amu. Lulu was clearly having fun, and Miki was too. Amu, who was mostly content to listen, didn't really mind.

Yes, she thought, her stomach unclenching fully. She'd needed this, and so, she suspected, had Lulu. Something was going on in Europe, and Lulu didn't want to tell her, but... that was fine. It was good enough to know that she might come back. And that Lulu knew she had a friend.

She'd take that.



Lulu put the phone down, then leaned back in her chair, a faint smile playing about her lips. The call had gone well. Better than she'd expected, in fact, for forgetting about Amu for nearly a year. Amu-chan had clearly gotten herself into something, though she'd been cagey about details, and Lulu wasn't going to press her on it. The fact that Amu had reached out, however indirectly, was enough.

Her gaze drifted across the room, and settled on a framed picture of her, Amu, and the Guardians. The frame was a simple silver affair, and the picture was an old one, from when they'd both barely been twelve years old. They'd had so much fun, back then.

The photo was the first thing she'd put up in the room her grandmother had assigned her. Her room, not a guest room. She was no guest, not anymore.

Her hands automatically started working on the lapidary she'd been fiddling with, and a soft glow spread across the gemstones, the facets of the black sapphires catching the light. The foundation-stone of the pattern she was trying to make was already there, a tiny seed. Now, it was time to add the rest of the facets.

Lulu's eyes narrowed, and the stones began to dance.

This wasn't part of her duties, exactly.

Lulu's thoughts were elsewhere, and she didn't really need her eyes for this. Her fingers moved through the familiar motions, her mind reaching out, and then the light dimmed as hours passed.

A knock on the door interrupted her reverie. She glanced up, a familiar face framed in the doorway.

"I was wondering where you went," her grandmother said, a faint smile on her face. At a little over sixty, the woman was still a force to be reckoned with. She was dressed formally, the white suit and skirt she wore contrasting sharply with the black streaks in her otherwise silvery hair.

"Hello, grandma," Lulu murmured. "Did you need something?"

"Your presence," her grandmother stated, a note of amusement in her voice. "You missed lunch. Did you get any sleep at all last night?"

"Some," Lulu muttered. "I got up early, and..."

Her grandmother raised an eyebrow.

"...and yes, grandma, I was working," Lulu sighed. "Yes, I am aware that it's Sunday. Yes, I am aware that I am not supposed to be working today. But it was an emergency, and I needed to finish my lapidary, and—"

"Oh, hush," her grandmother said, waving her hand. "I'm not here to scold you. I was just worried. I haven't seen you come up for air since you started working on your little project."

"It's not a little project," Lulu mumbled. "It's a major one, and I'm getting close. It's going to work, I can feel it."

"I'm sure," her grandmother said. "In any case, it's a lovely evening. Your parents have set up camp on the veranda. We're having tea. Why don't you join us?"

"I've got so much left to do," Lulu protested.

"That is not a question," her grandmother continued, her voice firm. "You won't be of help to anyone if you collapse. Now, please. We'll worry, otherwise."

"But-"

"Additionally, the liaison is there."

"Fine."

Lulu rose from her chair, and her grandmother paused, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You've grown," her grandmother noted, a small smile on her face. "When did that happen?"

"Grandma," Lulu muttered. "I'm a teenager."

"Of course, of course."

They made their way downstairs, through the halls and passages that had been her playground, her sanctuary, her prison, whatever you wanted to call it. The Morcerf family grounds had grown gradually older over the century or so before her birth, but you wouldn't know it, to look at it now. Even those three years she'd spent in Japan had brought huge changes. The once-crumbling manor now shone with a quiet elegance, the old stones cleaned and restored, the interior redone and upgraded.

As they walked, Lulu felt the faint buzz of energy against her senses, the subtle tingle that accompanied her grandmother's magic, as it seeped into her senses from gems set throughout the castle. Her hand clenched and unclenched on a gem she'd made on her own; a simple quelling. An anti-demon grenade, in effect. Less refined than her grandmother's, more powerful than anything Viscountess Morcerf could have made.

"It looks like you're ready," her grandmother observed.

"Just in case," Lulu murmured. "It's better to be prepared."

"I suppose."

They emerged onto the veranda where Lulu's parents sat, chatting quietly. Across from them was a representative of Japan's sibling agency, dressed in their habitual yellow and black.

"Ah," the agent said, rising to his feet and extending his hand. "Viscountess. Welcome back."

"Hello," Lulu greeted, the Japanese word rolling off her tongue with the ease of practice.

"And Lulu," the man continued, his smile a little brighter. "You're looking well."

"Thanks," said Lulu, taking his hand and shaking it. "It's been a year. How's business?"

"Your cousin seems to have usurped their agency," said her grandmother, and Lulu couldn't quite suppress a snort. "So, you'll have to forgive the man if he is a little put out."

"I wouldn't dare," the man chuckled. "But, well, he does have the talent. Not to mention the personality. And the name."

"Of course," said Lulu's grandmother. "Would you like a drink?"

"Tea, please," the man said. "Thank you."

Lulu settled into the empty seat beside her father, who smiled, his eyes crinkling in a way that told her he was more pleased than she'd imagined. And thought. While the adults discussed recent events, she tried her best not to fidget. She was thirteen. Thirteen year olds were not supposed to be fidgety, nervous, or any of the things she felt, but what Amu had told her, what she'd sensed during the call, had set her on edge.

And now, hours later, she was no less troubled.

It wasn't even so much what she'd said. Ami worried her, but a lot of what she'd seen in Amu's city should have worried her, had she had the sense god gave a particularly dull rock. And now, she had to wonder—what had she left unsaid?

"I'm glad you were able to make the time," her grandmother was saying. "With everything that's been going on lately, it's not easy to find a time when we can coordinate."

Amu wasn't the type to hide things, not unless she thought it would hurt someone. Or scare them. And yet...

"We do apologise for the short notice," the man was saying. "Things have gone a little crazy on our side as well."

...had Amu been afraid?

"Oh?" her grandmother prompted.

Lulu narrowed her eyes. That would make sense, but if so, of what? Not her, surely. The things she hadn't said... had they been about her family?

"Yes," the man sighed. "Our agency has been, shall we say, a bit more active than usual. You may have heard some reports."

"Reports," her grandmother echoed. "D-type events? We've got those here as well."

No. Lulu shook her head. She'd confronted Amu about Ami. If there had been a genuine problem there, then Amu would have told her. Which meant it was something else, either something she hadn't mentioned at all—like her school, Lulu realised belatedly, Amu acted like she'd barely noticed middle school—or one of her new 'friends', and her bet was on the latter. After Utau, Ikuto and herself, Lulu could only assume that Amu's taste in friends was...

...not great.

"We've noticed," the man said.

"Is there something we can help with?" her grandmother inquired, her tone neutral.

"Well, yes," the man said, and hesitated. "The reason why I came, viscountess, was to request your aid. If you'll take a look at these maps of the disturbances, you'll see we've picked out a pattern in the events."

He was holding out a sheaf of papers, and Lulu's grandmother accepted them, her expression carefully controlled. She looked, and Lulu leaned over, her eyes quickly scanning the contents.

It was a little odd, actually, that they were letting her stay here. It wasn't even the first time. They didn't talk much in front of her, but Lulu wasn't an idiot. She could tell that they wanted her here, that the two agencies were slowly, steadily, building trust, and her grandmother's hints about going to Tokyo-

Her eyes stopped moving, seizing on a world map, her breath catching.

"This," Lulu breathed, her heart suddenly pounding. She'd used patterns like that, on a small scale, usually in hope of fixing a slightly malformed gemstone. Usually it broke them. "Why is there a calcinating circle centred on Japan?"

She glanced up, her eyes meeting those of her grandmother, who looked at her with a mixture of pride and sadness. The other adults, meanwhile, had turned to stare at her, the man with a surprised smile, her parents with a hint of confusion. But Lulu only had eyes for her grandmother.

"I think that's the question, yes," her grandmother agreed.



The two weeks after were quiet, which Amu appreciated.

She did have school.

She did have tests.

And, despite what the teachers seemed to believe, she did have other responsibilities, though none of them had cropped up yet. She'd promised to help Kana, she'd just yet to figure out what that meant, precisely.

Her birthday had been a bit special, but Amu was more than happy to settle back into her normal routine. It was nice, almost. Normal, in the sense that nothing particularly crazy had happened. She'd visited Kana's home, more than once! And you'd think that would count as 'crazy', except, well, the place was pretty normal. A little bigger than the Hinamori household, maybe, and a little nicer, and with a slightly smaller yard, but still, it wasn't all that much.

It was a house, and Amu had imagined that maybe Kana lived inside a warehouse or something. Or, well, a lair, or a dungeon, or a bunker. Someplace you'd find a villain, not a house. And maybe it was a bit silly, and a little presumptuous, but she couldn't help her expectations. There was the question of how they could afford to live here, but—Amu had decided not to ask about that.

Naomi was nice, when she wasn't being protective. Aoi was cute, in a girl-next-door way, and good at word games; she was fifteen, good at cooking, and Amu could see why Kana looked up to her. And Yui was-

Yui was a sweet girl, but not quite all there. The nine-year-old never seemed to sleep well, and always seemed a little drowsy, as if she'd been up too late. She was a bit like a teddy bear: Cuddly, tiny, quick to trust, and not very mobile, so it didn't take long before Amu found herself with Yui on her lap.

Yui, too, was scared of sleeping. The moment she started to nod off, Kana swooped in to scoop her up, and it seemed to be an unspoken rule: Don't let Yui sleep, unless Kana is there to help.

Amu was a little curious as to what Kana did, to help.

She didn't ask, and Kana didn't volunteer. But time passed like that. Week by week, Naomi seemed less on edge, and her attitude towards Amu gradually softened. It was a relief, honestly. Amu wasn't used to having anyone angry at her, and even less so for what they thought was good reason.

Kana herself was just as friendly and supportive as ever, and the rest of her family was slowly growing to accept her. It was... nice. There was one of them she hadn't even met, but—it was nice. She was sure she would. Eventually.

So of course it didn't last.

= = =

This is not an interrupt. This is 'something happens, but what'. There are three ongoing story threads of note; you can pick one to focus on, and the others will process in the background. Or, if you so wish, you can vote for something entirely different.

[ ] Something unexpected happens
- QM mystery box. I know what's behind this card; you don't. It's likely (but not guaranteed) to bring Amu closer to the Scavengers.

[ ] Amu has her promised talk with Naomi, on the subject of asking people for help.
- Write in your preferred strategy for that discussion, as well as who you think she should ask.

[ ] Amu, while getting to know her classmates, discovers something odd.
- This might be a chara user. It also might not be. I've got a list, and will be rolling a dice.

[ ]
Write-in
- While the options above let you decide which storyline to focus on, they say nothing at all about what happens. Which is intended, and there are limits to what I'll accept as a write-in, but if any of the other aspects of the world strikes your interest…
 
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Demons aren’t that simple
......Just out of interest, on the subject of Amu being in serious danger, how effective would you say Amu's raw telekinesis might be against low-level demons, something like a Jack Frost?

That talk with Lulu indicated that, while Amu's fine control might be lacking, she can presently do "big stuff" just fine. How big exactly are we talking when she says "big"? Big like a basketball, as opposed to a tennis ball? Or big like a person, as opposed to football?

Or big like a car?
In the second half of the manga, she telekinetically lifts a broken helicopter and soft-lands it on the roof of a highrise building. While flying. Utau helped with that, but at least fifty percent was Amu, and she's only gotten better since.

The feats of telekinesis shown in Shugo Chara are actually fairly impressive, when you step back and think about it. We've got:

- The charas are capable of lifting and moving objects, with somewhat outsize strength for their size. Not that impressive, but they're psionic projections themselves. Amu inherited the ability, though she's not as good at fine control as Ran or Su would have been.

- Since you mention a football: Kukai, at one point, kicks a football hard enough to do... implausible things. So does Amu. The football match between the two is the sort that makes it very clear they aren't using muscles for most of it, and their poor classmates basically have to vacate the war-zone. One of them attempts to catch one of Amu's balls, only to find that it keeps spinning in his hands, in fact speeding up until he loses his grip. This is fairly early in the story.

- The aforementioned helicopter incident. Roughly in the middle. IIRC this is approximately when Utau hits her lowest point, so I doubt she was all that effective; it's probably mostly Amu.

- Yaya got slammed into a metal lamp post towards the end, hard enough to leave an indentation. Score one for the otherwise least effective psionic in the group; she's very hard to hurt. She's also the one to stop a rottweiler later on, and though she stops it by using UMI to make it fall asleep (...and accidentally hits herself as well), it tried (and fails) to bite her, first.

- Tadase's "holy crown" is an area defence that did, at one point, bounce an entire truckload of freshly cut trees that were tumbling down a rather steep slope. Possibly saved Amu's life in doing so; certainly any non-psionic who was hit by that would be turned into tomato soup. They were fully grown, multi-ton trees, moving quickly. The same area defence was also shown to fully block the assault of a...

Has anyone here watched A Certain Scientific Railgun? Do you remember the AIM Burst incident from early in season one?

One of these. A semi-divine, if incoherent, chunk of pure destrudo collected from all the children in Tokyo. In Persona terms, a fragment of Nyarlathotep. It strained him, but he did repel it for long enough for others to deal with it. Tadase is almost 100% defence-specced, but he's good at that.

Shugo Chara is fundamentally a children's series, so the styling is more 'marshmallow man' than 'eldritch horror', but fundamentally it's the same thing.

- Later in the same arc, Amu was trapped in the basement of a collapsing highrise... the same one from earlier, I think. She survived. It's unclear how much of that was Amu, how much was Hikaru and how much was uncontrolled psionic interactions, but it was clear enough that any big chunks of concrete falling towards either one of them triggers some sort of instinctive lashing-out.

It should also be clear that I'm taking the high end of what's plausible, rather than the low end. That's because I do need her to be somewhat effective in this scenario. Anyway...

......Just out of interest, on the subject of Amu being in serious danger, how effective would you say Amu's raw telekinesis might be against low-level demons, something like a Jack Frost?
I'm going to ignore Black Frost for this analysis, so let's consider this. "Jack Frost is a spirit originating from England. He is a snow elf who brings in cold weather during the winter and is thought to be responsible for the frost that forms on the windows of homes and buildings."

In other words, a fairy. In game terms he's a demon based around magic, with low physical parameters. In lore terms... he's the lesser dangers of cold. The fact that, even when winter is calm, if you're a careless child you can still easily die. Carefree and often considered neutral, because if you do take those precautions... then all Jack Frost does is paint pretty patterns on your windows. That, and he's a part of nature.

Of course the consequences are a little different if you call his attention to a specific point, but the point remains: Jack Frost wouldn't naturally aim to kill someone, he'll just do his thing, and if you get in his way and die... you should have known better. Sometimes, the thing you should have known better is "Don't get on the bad side of someone who can summon him".

= = =

Okay, so Amu.

Amu could easily scatter Jack Frost's body. It's a snowman, basically. Against someone capable of tossing high-speed chunks of concrete around, the force required to destroy one of those is more or less irrelevant, but... would that kill him?

In the game: Yes, none of the engines are capable of showing anything else, if you use enough force you'll break him apart.

In a story: I'm inclined to say no. You could destroy the snowman, sure, but Jack Frost isn't the snowman. It's the weather. The blizzard you're in. The cold snap that you didn't dress for. In Devil Survivors 2, demons are almost completely immune to physical attacks unless the attacker has Nicaea or an equivalent system installed, which Amu certainly does not--so it becomes a question of whether or not she can attack its real self, or at least defend.

Scattering the snowmen, I would say, does prevent it from throwing focused attacks against her... but still leaves the blizzard itself, and she can't attack that with telekinesis. She could possibly try mind-control... but Jack Frost is too alien for that to work, at least at first try.

On the other hand? Without said focused attacks -- which she could likely block anyway -- she's left with just the blizzard. And if the question is whether or not Amu can deal with a blizzard...

Her 'magical girl' form appears to completely cancel environmental conditions, as seen e.g. when she goes skiing in what amounts to a midriff-less cheerleader outfit. So, um, yes. She apparently can. She complained, to be sure, but she never seems to get cold.

...

I think it's a stalemate. Funnily enough, many of the stronger demons would be easier to deal with.
 
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Chapter 1.6
October 3, 2009

It was a quiet night.

Amu wasn't really used to them, and yet somehow they'd grown less and less rare, the more time she spent around Kana. Her friend wasn't really one for going out in the evenings, and was a lot happier to stay in, with a movie, or a board game, or just relaxing with her friends. Which now included Amu.

She wasn't complaining, exactly, but she couldn't help feeling a little wistful at times. Sometimes, when she visited, Kana had bruises and scrapes. She never talked about it. When she did, it was always, "I'm fine, I'm fine," and, "It was just a little fight."

Sometimes Naomi was the one who was hurt. And she didn't complain about her burns, but Yui would, and Amu would get snippets. She had a feeling that she'd befriended a group of vigilantes. That was the nice way to put it, but once, she'd walked in on Naomi counting a stack of cash, and Amu could guess where that had come from. But they had to make money somehow, right? Those were Kana's words, unspoken, and Amu couldn't think of a rebuttal.

And yet, somehow, things still felt off.

Like they were waiting. The calm before a storm.

Tonight Kana had fallen asleep, her head resting against Amu's shoulder, and Amu found herself the resting site of both Kana and Yui, who'd crawled onto her lap and was using her leg as a pillow. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was a little awkward, and Amu didn't have the heart to wake them up. She had the television on—a program about a bunch of high school students playing a card game, which was, to put it kindly, a little silly—and was doing her best to watch it despite leaving the audio off. There weren't any subtitles, so it was more like watching a silent detective drama, which was interesting in a way.

It was hard to focus. She could feel the heat of Kana's body against hers, her hair against her shoulder. Yui's slow breaths were easing Amu towards sleep, and the sound of Kana's heartbeat was distracting.

But the evening was otherwise quiet.

"Hey," a soft voice murmured.

Amu jumped, her eyes opening. She'd drifted off, it seemed. Kana was still asleep, her head still resting against her shoulder. Yui was curled up against her, clutching her stuffed bunny 'Bun-bun', her thoughts a tangle of dreams and nightmares.

"Hey," Aoi murmured again, and Amu glanced up.

"Hi," Amu whispered back.

Aoi smiled.

"Mind if I join you?"

"No," Amu said. "Go ahead."

Aoi sat down beside her, a blanket in her arms, her feet bare, her hair still damp from the shower. She smelled faintly of shampoo, and the light floral scent mingled with the smell of Kana, a faint hint of smoke and metal, and Yui's strawberry scent.

"What are you watching?" Aoi asked, her voice quiet.

The teenagers on the screen were now fighting some kind of robot, though the details certainly escaped her. Cards popped up every few seconds, and the characters' mouths were moving, but without sound?

"I have no idea," Amu admitted. "Some sort of card game."

"Ah." Aoi spread the blanket across them. "Is it a magic show of some kind?"

Amu blinked up at the screen, where one of the robots was now wearing a pink tutu, and the main character (presumed) had summoned a giant red lion. With a glance up at Aoi, she made to protest the absurdity of the question, but her words died in her mouth. Aoi was smiling placidly, certainly, but her eyes—yellow and faintly luminescent, like Amu's—were looking straight past the television, missing it slightly.

"Of some kind," Amu mumbled.

"You should go home," Aoi murmured, settling into the seat next to her. "It's getting late."

"It's nine thirty."

"Exactly."

"But-"

"Shh," said Aoi, her smile widening. "Kana enjoys having you here. And I've never seen Yui this comfortable around anyone but Kana. But, Amu, it's almost ten."

"I suppose," Amu sighed. She wasn't used to being treated like a child, and was torn between a sense of gratitude and a feeling of annoyance.

"We had a tiring day today," Aoi continued, a faint smile still playing across her lips. "Productive, but tiring. I think we're going to be busy for the next few days."

"What are you doing?"

"Things."

"Oh," said Amu, and then, a little more quietly, "I don't mind, you know. Staying here."

"We don't mind having you here," said Aoi, and her smile was fond. "I've been meaning to ask, though. Have you ever been in a fight, Amu?"

"Yes," Amu replied.

"I don't mean against schoolyard bullies," Aoi said, her voice a little more serious. "Have you ever been in a real fight? The sort where someone tried to kill you?"

"No," Amu murmured. "Yes. Sort of."

That clearly wasn't the answer Aoi had been expecting. She raised an eyebrow.

"There was a time when a teacher attacked me," Amu said, after a pause. "But I didn't really fight. I ran away, mostly. And the teacher didn't try to kill me, just crush my soul... I'm not sure if that makes it better. Then there was the time my friends and I had to fight off a guard dog. And there were guards, and a giant monster, and... then a building fell on us."

Aoi's gaze shifted back to the television, where a large white-robed man had materialised and was currently engaged in battle against a robot, though she clearly wasn't seeing it. Her eyes were glazed over. Had been, Amu realised, for the entire conversation.

"You know," Aoi said. "Every time I think I've heard the end of the story, I learn something new. I guess you've told Kana the whole thing?"

"Um, more or less," Amu said, a touch of hesitance entering her voice.

"Do you mind if I ask her about it?" Aoi asked.

"I don't, but," Amu said, and stopped, unsure.

"Yes?" Aoi prompted.

"Why not ask me? I'm right here," Amu said, and then flushed.

"Because," Aoi said, "It's nearly ten. And unlike us, you have school tomorrow. So, why don't you head home? I'll have a word with Kana."

"It's not ten yet," Amu muttered, glancing at the clock. "And I can handle myself, you know."

"And your parents are going to worry. Unlike us, you still have those. So why not head home?" Aoi's voice was a gentle rebuke. "They're going to worry."

"Um."

"And it's going to rain. Starting in five minutes"

Now she was just cheating.

"How do you know?" Amu demanded.

"Call it intuition," Aoi murmured.

"Fine," said Amu, a note of annoyance creeping into her voice. "I'll head home. Let Kana know, please?"

"Of course."

"Good night, Aoi."

"Night."

Amu rose from the couch, tucking the blanket in around Kana and Yui. Kana stirred a little, her eyelids flickering, but didn't wake.

"Amu."

Amu paused, halfway out the door, and looked back.

"Thank you. But don't come back next week."

Aoi was smiling.

"Okay," said Amu, a trace of puzzlement entering her tone. "I'll, um, see you next time?"

"I hope so," Aoi agreed. "Good night."

Amu wasn't really sure what to make of the conversation, but didn't get the chance to dwell on it. It was starting to rain, as Aoi had predicted. She unfolded her phone, letting her parents know she was on the way home now, and started making her way to the bus stop. Then, she thought better of it. It was raining, yes, but rain was just falling water. If she focused just right...

It took her several minutes, and Amu was drenched by the end of it, her clothes sticking uncomfortably to her skin, but the result was worth it. As she walked, a shimmering shield formed overhead, keeping her dry. Some of the rain still fell on her hair, and some of it—shattered, for lack of a better word, bursting into puffs of steam that drifted lazily through the air—but most of it slid neatly aside, leaving her a clear passage.

All in all, a good night's work.



School the next day was more of the same. History class, especially.

Amu wasn't sure what she'd expected, but somehow, despite the quiet and calm, a sense of foreboding had grown in her heart. She spent the day fidgety and anxious, unable to focus, and while her teachers had noted her distraction, they weren't saying much. So she was a little on edge, a little distracted, so what? It wasn't as if the classes were difficult.

That was probably why she gave up on the classes themselves. She wasn't learning anything new, and her classmates' thoughts and emotions were... not a distraction, exactly, but...

It was a little sad, really.

She'd been in middle school for half a year. She ought to have found some new friends, maybe even a club, but so far she'd managed neither. It wasn't as if she'd particularly tried. Her old friends were still there. Kukai was right there—the class above her—and she spent half her free time with Tadase. Every couple of days they visited Rima and Yaya. She wasn't-

She wasn't lonely, exactly. Even her non-Guardian friends from her grade were still there; they'd just been shuffled into parallel classes. She wasn't lonely.

She just didn't have any friends in her class.

Class had just ended, and Amu looked up from her desk and found herself staring at a class full of people who barely knew her name. Or, no. They knew her: As 'Amu, former student council member'. Or 'Amu, cool and spicy semi-delinquent', which was Kukai's joke, not hers.

Her gaze swept across the room, taking in a group of girls, their chatter filling the air.

"I'm thinking I'll try for a sports scholarship, but I'm not sure if they're good enough..."

If they are good enough?

"My dad says that I should do track. That I'm too lazy for anything else, and that a girl needs to know her place. It's not like I can be an Olympic runner or anything." The taller of the girls giggled—Makoto, if Amu remembered correctly. She smiled a little, leaning on her hands and listening in on the conversation. The girls sounded nice.

"Your dad's an idiot. You're the fastest girl on the team, and you know it."

"I am not!" Makoto protested, but her eyes were twinkling. "He also thinks his stopwatch is broken."

"But, um, don't you have a 100m time of 12 seconds? Isn't that good?" a smaller girl asked.

"11.8," Makoto corrected. "Well, yeah..." She preened, and then the expression dropped from her face. "But, like, how do I know? It's not like he'll let me join the school team."

Why had she never done this before?

Amu frowned, her eyes narrowing. She flicked a stray hair from her face, and her gaze fell on a boy a couple of seats ahead, his eyes half-closed, his hands folded behind his head. He looked like he was dozing off, but she could tell, from his thoughts, that he was paying attention to everything, and- just like Aoi, his thoughts were reacting to movements he couldn't possibly see.

"-not that good. Not compared to the queen. I mean, you saw the tryouts, right? You can't beat Amu. The best you can do is just run and hope you look better than everyone else. That's the only way you'll ever get to stand on the same stage as her."

Amu's face twitched, and her gaze snapped across the room, back to the small girl with a bob cut.

"I'm not going to the tryouts. You guys can have her. She's just so- she's scary."

"I'm sure she's not," said another girl, her voice low.

"But she's so cold, and she never says anything."

"I'm not really like that," Amu muttered.

"She's just like, you know, like a princess, and I can't compete. And even if she isn't, I'm not trying out. It's a waste of time. I can't possibly beat her and you, Mako-chan."

"You can't just say that," her friend protested. "That's what the tryouts are for. She might not even take part!"

"Oh, I know," said the other girl. "But, you know, it's a given who'll get the spot if she does, isn't it?"

Amu closed her eyes, and the voices faded away. She'd had a good few weeks, after all, and why should she mind if her classmates were afraid of her?

Her hands clenched on her lap, and she stood up, a slight frown on her face. Her eyes narrowed. She turned away from the window, her eyes scanning the room. They were, perhaps, a little redder than usual. Of course she should mind. She'd been through this before, she wasn't doing it again, and- no.

She didn't notice her classmates flinch back, didn't notice the sudden silence that had descended-

"Ohohohoho," laughed a familiar voice, a hand rising to cover her mouth. "As if! Amu's too perfect. There's no way she won't show up. She's not going to pass up a chance to show off. It's all about the attention for her, you know."

Silence.

She wasn't the one they had flinched from.

"No way," the bob-cut girl said. "What are you saying, Saaya? You've got it all wrong."

"Oh, have I? Have I, really?" Saaya, Yamabuki Saaya, laughed, her voice bright and sharp. That's right; she was in her class. Amu had almost managed to forget. "Well, you should see it. She's got everyone wrapped around her fingers. Her old friends, that cute boy... and, of course, Tadase-kun. Everyone loves Amu."

She was sitting on the windowsill, her back against the window, her legs swinging carelessly. A faint smirk crossed her lips, and her eyes scanned the room, lingering briefly on Amu. As they did, her mouth twisted into a snarl. Only for a moment, before the smile returned, wide and innocent.

"And, of course... you, right? Have you ever asked, even for a second, why you're so attached to her? Or did she get to you too?"

"That's not-"

"It's true," Saaya insisted. "You all know it is. You just don't want to admit it. She's got her hooks into everyone. She's got the whole school wrapped around her finger, and she's not even doing anything. Just by existing, she gets her way. That's how Amu is."

Amu could feel the emotions in the room, the sudden rush of anger, confusion, and fear.

"I've had enough," Makoto growled. "It's been half a year of this, and now you're doing it in front of her. Saaya, just what the hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Saaya repeated, her eyes going wide, her voice high and sweet and brittle. She jumped to her feet. "Nothing. I'm just telling the truth. Nothing that's happened the last three years makes sense. We should be scared of her, and yet we aren't, because she's Amu. She's nice. She's cute. She's not even trying, and the teachers love her. Even when she doesn't pay attention, her grades don't drop. She jumps off the gym roof, and floats in mid-air, and everyone just thinks it's fine. It's like- like magic, but nobody even cares!"

Her words echoed across the room, and the silence stretched.

"Saaya," Makoto murmured. "You can't just-"

"Why not? It's true!" Saaya's gaze was fixed on Amu. "Look at her. She doesn't even care! She's breaking the laws of physics, and it's fine, because it's her, and everyone just- just ignores it! Why is no one upset? She's not even human!"

There was a gasp, and a murmur rose in the classroom. Amu took half a step forward, her fists clenching, and stopped.

"She's a freak," Saaya continued, her voice lowering. "That's what she is. She's not human, and we shouldn't have to put up with her. Just because she's cute, and everyone wants her, doesn't mean that she should get her way."

The classroom was quiet, the murmurs dying away, the tension building. On one side, Saaya. On the other, literally everyone else.

Amu couldn't think of anything to say, couldn't think of a way to respond. Her emotions were a muddle of shock, hurt, and fury. She nearly reached out, wanting to push back, to do something, but she couldn't. She was rooted to the spot.

Saaya smiled, her lips thin, her eyes glittering. She reached out towards Amu, their minds clashing with a feel like snapping twigs in-between, and-

And-

It felt almost like a dream.

Saaya was still standing there, a sneer on her face. Her hands were on her hips. She hadn't reached out at all, except mentally. The air in between them looked shattered, as though a window had cracked and the shards were falling apart. Amu could feel Saaya's emotions. Fear, anger, jealousy, a hurt, vulnerable honesty, and a desperate loneliness, all fused with a gravel-like, grating feeling that Amu couldn't quite describe.

It was the sort of feeling you got when you were holding a not-wet-enough ball of sand, and it was about to slip away.

And then, as if someone had pressed a reset button, the world snapped back into focus. Saaya stumbled backwards, a hand over her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," she mumbled.

Amu bent over, an intense wave of nausea washing over her, and retched. Nothing came out, but she could taste bile in the back of her throat. She swallowed, hard, and looked up. Distantly, she heard several more of her classmates throw up.

"Shit," Saaya gasped. "Did you see that?"

"Yes," a boy said, his voice shaky. "What was that?"

"It's not-" Saaya reached out a shaking hand, pointing at a spot in mid-air, well above heir heads. "It's not gone. She did it! She's a-"

"Don't be stupid, Saaya," Makoto growled, and the tension in the room was rising. "This isn't the time. Amu-chan, what's going on?"

"I-" Amu swallowed, and straightened. "I don't know."

She followed the line of Saaya's finger, and found herself staring at a crack in the air, like a windowpane that had shattered, or a sheet of paper crumpled into a ball. The cracks were jagged and uneven, and through them, Amu could see a warped, shimmering desert landscape, like a heatwave in the distance.

"You can see it," Saaya breathed. "Can you see it? You can see it, right? It's not just me."

"It's not just you," Amu said, her voice hollow. A third of her classmates were focused on the crack. The others were staring in the same general direction, their eyes fixed, but if their emotions were any guide, they weren't seeing it.

"Good," said Saaya, and took a deep breath. "Because I have no idea what's happening, but you have to fix it. You have to fix it, and-"

The air rang with the sound of shattering crystal, and the crack widened a fraction. Amu felt the hair on the back of her neck rise.

= = =

Someone should do something about this.

[ ][Rift] Escape, for example. Escaping is good.
- A safe option, for your specific class at least. Maybe a bit irresponsible.

[ ][Rift] Call the teachers, and-
- And do what? Please expand.

[ ][Rift] Run to find Tsukasa
- Plus, he seems very capable. Minus, he's rarely findable.

[ ][Rift] Make some sort of attempt at fixing it yourself
- You have no idea how, and suspect you're the cause! This has a ¾ base chance of outright failure.



[ ][Saaya] Ignore her
- It's worked well so far.

[ ][Saaya] Fight back
- Enough is enough! And your classmates clearly have your back.

[ ][Saaya] Take pity
- She's not in a good place. You don't make a habit of mind-scraping your classmates, but you can tell that much. And her points didn't strike home, but they're also not exactly wrong…



[ ][Classmates] Lead
- There's an unspoken understanding that yes, you're a magical girl, and yes, you'll deny that if asked, but they're happy enough to follow instructions. You do need to have some.

[ ][Classmates] Cooperate
- Let's be honest here, you haven't the foggiest. Maybe some of the assorted preteens and thirteen-year-olds are better informed?

[ ][Classmates] Evacuate
- It's definitely safest for them to not be here. Well, probably. At least, assuming this isn't going to eat the school or something.

As usual, all of these options also permit write-ins. Votes are by plan.

Note: I don't usually use dice very much, but almost every plan here (besides Maximum Escape) will involve dice rolls to determine the outcome. Which brings in the stunting rules… but I'll explain that tomorrow. For now, suffice to say that votes which describe
how you do something, and not just what you try to do, get a bonus.
 
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Scheduled vote count started by Baughn on Nov 8, 2023 at 10:14 PM, finished with 84 posts and 11 votes.

  • [X] Plan Stars in the Sky + containment.
    -[X] [Classmates] Evacuate the classroom, then split up into small groups to try and find Tsukasa and anyone else who might be able to help.
    -[X] [Rift] We spotted something abnormal. Call Lulu and hope she can actually help. Stay with the rift in the meantime to keep an eye on it.
    --[X] In case the rift starts to expand a lot, try to cautiously use abilities to contain it.
    -[X][Saaya] Take pity
    [X] Plan: Damage Control
    -[X][Classmates] Lead
    -[X][Rift] Make some sort of attempt at fixing it yourself
    -[X][Saaya] Take pity
    [X][Rift] Make some sort of attempt at fixing it yourself
    [X][Saaya] Ignore her
    [X][Classmates] Lead
    [X] Plan Starry Sky
    -[X] [Classmates] Evacuate the classroom, then split up into small groups to try and find Tsukasa
    -[X] [Rift] We spotted something abnormal. Call Lulu and hope she can actually help. Stay with the rift in the meantime to keep an eye on it.
    -[X][Saaya] Take pity
    [X] Plan Starry Sky + containment.
    -[X] [Classmates] Evacuate the classroom, then split up into small groups to try and find Tsukasa
    -[X] [Rift] We spotted something abnormal. Call Lulu and hope she can actually help. Stay with the rift in the meantime to keep an eye on it.
    --[X] In case the rift starts to expand, try to use abilities to contain it.
    -[X][Saaya] Take pity
    [X] Plan: Saaya This Is Your Fault, But We'll Pretend It's Not
    -[X][Saaya] Ground Saaya and stop her from panicking - Saaya just struck out at you mentally and then suggested that she'd seen this sort of thing before when she was shocked it didn't go away. That puts her wild tirade in a somewhat different light. Take a deep breath and channel your inner Su and Dia so you can say this to her quietly out of earshot, instead of shouting it, because you know Saaya would never admit to anything if everyone in the class could hear it. You say: "First off, I'm just going to leave aside that you called me a freak for now, because I get the feeling that I'm not actually the only one that you're thinking of when you say that. Secondly, you said 'it's not gone'. That means you've seen something like this before and it usually goes away. Does that mean you've seen something like this before and it usually goes away? Do you know what usually makes it go away?"
    -[X][Classmates] Lead - Write in: One-third of our class can see that crack. Two-thirds of our class can't, only feel. Tell those who can't see to pair up with those who can, ideally two non-seers for each one who can, but if not, at least have one seer in each group. And then try and make their way outside of the classroom as quickly as possible in their groups. Through the nearest door, or even windows if that's a viable option.
    -[X][Rift] Call for reinforcements - There are ex-Guardians nearby whose abilities may be able to help do something about this, like Tadase. Call or text whoever you can reach nearby and tell them there's some rift in space that appeared in her classroom, please try to come ASAP, it's an emergency. Then call Lulu and ask her if she knows anything about rifts in reality and how one might deal with them. And then, only when your contacted allies arrive and everybody in the classroom successfully makes it out, head out to try and find Tsukasa, or get Tadase to call him if he has his number.
    [X] Plan: Saaya This Is Your Fault, Now Help Me Fix It
    -[X][Saaya] Get Saaya To Help
    -[X][Classmates] Evacuate
    -[X][Rift] Call Lulu
    [X] Plan Starry Sky + containment.
    -[X] [Classmates] Evacuate the classroom, then split up into small groups to try and find Tsukasa
    -[X] [Rift] We spotted something abnormal. Call Lulu and hope she can actually help. Stay with the rift in the meantime to keep an eye on it.
    --[X] In case the rift starts to expand, try to use abilities to contain it.
    -[X][Saaya] Take pity
    [X] Plan Stars in the Sky + containment.
    -[X] [Classmates] Evacuate the classroom, then split up into small groups to try and find Tsukasa and anyone else who might be able to help.
    -[X] [Rift] We spotted something abnormal. Call Lulu and hope she can actually help. Stay with the rift in the meantime to keep an eye on it.
    --[X] In case the rift starts to expand a lot, try to cautiously use abilities to contain it.
    -[X][Saaya] Take pity
    [X] Plan Starry Sky
    -[X] [Classmates] Evacuate the classroom, then split up into small groups to try and find Tsukasa
    -[X] [Rift] We spotted something abnormal. Call Lulu and hope she can actually help. Stay with the rift in the meantime to keep an eye on it.
    -[X][Saaya] Take pity
    [X] Plan Starry Sky + containment.
    -[X] [Classmates] Evacuate the classroom, then split up into small groups to try and find Tsukasa
    -[X] [Rift] We spotted something abnormal. Call Lulu and hope she can actually help. Stay with the rift in the meantime to keep an eye on it.
    --[X] In case the rift starts to expand, try to use abilities to contain it.
    -[X][Saaya] Take pity
    [X] Plan Stars in the Sky + containment.
    -[X] [Classmates] Evacuate the classroom, then split up into small groups to try and find Tsukasa and anyone else who might be able to help.
    -[X] [Rift] We spotted something abnormal. Call Lulu and hope she can actually help. Stay with the rift in the meantime to keep an eye on it.
    --[X] In case the rift starts to expand a lot, try to cautiously use abilities to contain it.
    -[X][Saaya] Take pity
    [X] Plan: Saaya This Is Your Fault, Now Help Me Fix It
    -[X][Saaya] Get Saaya To Help
    -[X][Classmates] Evacuate
    -[X][Rift] Call Lulu
    [X] Plan: Saaya This Is Your Fault, Now Help Me Fix It
    -[X][Saaya] Get Saaya To Help
    -[X][Classmates] Evacuate
    -[X][Rift] Call Lulu
 
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