These Branching Moments
“Takajou, what is up with your face?”
“Ooh, did I get something on it?” Takajou got out a tiny mirror and started poking at his pores.
Takajou and Elegy had been sitting side by side on the bus, Elegy looking out at the moonlit countryside.
Elegy’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve had this dumb smile ever since we left the onsen.”
“It’s been awhile since I’ve let my hair down.” Takajou beamed as his green hair was at his sneakers. “Real cinchy to convince them I’m a girl!”
The two were sharing a blanket provided by the driver for the long ride back home, holding hands discreetly underneath.
“Is that also why you’re blushing?”
Takajou fidgeted a bit in his seat before turning his booming voice down to a whisper. “…How bad is it?”
“Rougir jusqu'aux oreilles.” offered Elegy. “Like you’re choking in embarrassment.”
“Well, I think I’m alright…” Takajou stared off into space. “There were many first times back there!” Takajou’s eyes closed as his grin widened further.
“Hey, have you ever been into masks?” Elegy offered a finger up to her chin as she rifled through her backpack.
“No, why?”
“Boys like to talk. Ask questions. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to be a little more discreet?”
“What did you have in mind?” Takajou gave her a side eye and a smirk. “Wait, ahhghh!!!”
Elegy started playfully pushing a brown bag that once carried leftovers over Takajou’s head as Takajou gently resisted.
“TOO suspicious!” wailed Takajou. “I need something cooler.”
“Fine, have a lady's mask.” Elegy lifted out a smaller, under-eye gas mask appropriate for Harajuku street wear. “Though I think it needs something extra…”
“You're into masks?” inquired Takajou, rubbing his chin with interest.
“They make a statement, for those moments when a woman wants to stay cachée.” Elegy retrieved a bottle of white nail polish and proceeded to paint on the mask as Takajou admired her handiwork.
“Mmm… a moon… a pig nose… a gingerbread man?… oh, a skull!”
“Two skulls, to match your butterfly wings.” remarked an intensely focused Elegy.
“Nice. I can dig it.”
Takajou exhaled deeply, only left with one problem on the way back. How to get back into his shipping container bed by the Baal Bros Travelling Circus without waking up the likes of nosy Phegor or curious Berith.
But that’s more than an hour away.
For now, he can drift off deep in memories of the night they spent together, without thinking about pesky follow up questions like what to do if Setsuna finds out.
It was 1:00 in the morning when Takajou quietly opened the door to his shipping crate, trying to be as silent as a mouse. The wind against the relative quiet of his cramped quarters had him considering how matters ended up like this.
Makai took Mirai from him, Setsuna had gone out with another girl, and Elegy, well, it was hard to understand exactly who was in charge between them.
This was all very troubling to Takajou. He always has the answers. Except for now, as the world seems to be moving on from him.
A circuitous rhythm of raindrops helped disguise the sound of his footsteps against the floorboards. Squeak. Squeaaak. Eight more steps, now five, two…
“Big bro!” came the throaty voice of a young, stout boy. “Were ya caught up in the middle of a nighttime stroll?”
There was Phegor, great demon with the fabled Demon Duck as his steed and trusty porta-john. Well, that’s not the worst. thought Takajou.
“Hey, Phegor. Is Berith working late tonight?”
“Hmm.” Phegor stood with his staff at his chin. “If he was workin’ late, he’d have called to ask if any of us want some Makai burgers and DVDs on the way back.”
Phegor was indeed the smallest of the Baal brothers. Stout, hardy, and not above a good poop joke if the occasion arose. He also happened to take things quite easily at face value, a quality that Takajou hoped Berith had.
“Then he’s probably out on a date.” Takajou speculated. “Or gambling. Or finding dates while gambling.”
“Something like that!” Phegor smiled. “If you’re thinkin’ of staying, I made your bed for you. I figured Berith would have been happy to, so I should give it a try, y’know?”
If Berith didn’t suspect a thing, he would.
Takajou nonetheless took his circumstances as a small blessing, that Berith wouldn’t be nosing into his love life, that Phegor wasn’t at all interested in the gas–
“Hey, where can I get one of those?” Phegor pointed to Takajou’s stylish face covering.
“…Somewhere in Maxicimam. They have some cool ones now like ones with spikes that you might like.” Takajou paused for a moment to consider the lie. “You better act quickly, they might already be all sold out!”
“Agh, does that mean dealing with girls and girl stuff?”
Takajou’s mask pressed up against his cheeks as he gave a wink. “Still trying to find the strength to speak to one?”
“Just you wait!” Phegor shook his sceptre as his voice held a rasp. “I donno how and I donno when, but someday, I will find the strength to say a modest ‘Hey there. How’s it going? Could I interest you in a good sandwich spot?”
“Hamill’s a lady.” observed Takajou “You don’t have much trouble speaking with her.”
“BAH! Bah. Bahhh.” Phegor was waving his short little arms in protest as his mouth opened as wide as it could with every onamonapia. “Hamill is thousands of years older than both of us! It ain't right.”
“Suit yourself.” Takajou shrugged with his arms in a resigned pose. ”You might want to set Demon Duck aside before you try talking to other ladies.” He poked the beak of Phegor’s copyright-questionable throne.
Phegor puffed out his cheeks while sucking in his tummy. “I gotta show people that I am who I am. Which happens to be a small dude fond of ducks and the finer things in life. Like floral scented toilet paper.”
“To each their own.” The middle brother tucked himself into bed, closed his eyes, and went out like a light.
A warm aura came over Takajou as he sensed himself slowly falling down an endless chasm, lined by pastel coloured orbs and fireflies, no, will-o-wisps orbiting about.
Takajou held his arms and legs out spread-eagle style, finding that this slowed his movement down further still, to the extent that he was nearly floating in infinite space. It was hard to place this as Makai, the Known World, or some effectively liminal space left uncharted.
“Setsuna, can you hear me?” Takajou blurted out, to no response. There was no reason to expect Setsuna here of all places, but still. It was worth trying.
“Anyone?” Still nothing.
Takajou descended deeper into the empty void. A deep hole? No, a “hole” would imply breaking through a surface, one that couldn’t be seen as far as his eyes could perceive.
Suddenly, a chill. The wisps disappeared as Takajou could only feel a curious emptiness as he allowed himself to be pulled further down to the celestial space.
An image flashed by his mind. A familiar shape, manhandled by another being. The interloper shrieked THREE WORLDS, UNITED.
Within him, Takajou felt a rare yearning, a mandate to help, or of trying. To be by their side, tell them that “Everything will be alright.”
The freezing temperatures escalated as Takajou could no longer feel his fingers and toes. His limbs locked up, his breathing ceased, as he could feel his body ripped away from his soul.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Takajou’s eyes snapped open at the obnoxious sound of his alarm.
It was six in the morning, Phegor sleeping through as soundly as ever while birds sang outside. Still with no Berith in sight.
Takajou hit the pavement with a handful of flyers, suit and tie dress, his partial gas mask a permanent fixture on his jaw. His empty red eyes were beneath eight spines of hair, the rest of it tied up in a large braid made by Phegor that morning. It took the assistance of two to hold his hair tightly enough for his usual pony tail, and there were more absences at the circus that day.
Masato Takahiro, the group’s mage, was typically the fellow tasked with promoting the circus. He had the hair and feathers of an owl’s plumage, orange at the roots and brown at the tips, donning a custom haraigushi with a Dragon Quest slime on its tip. Unfortunately for the Baal brothers, Masato’s desktop computer, laptop and cell phone all failed at once in what he had termed an “airborne virus”.
Then it was left to the clowns of the troupe, Takajou and the tiny juggler Mr. Do, to mercilessly shove as many flyers in the hands of Harajuku pedestrians as they could manage.
“Ahoy, Mister Whiskers!” Takajou shouted to a young man with big cat ears and tail and mauve eyes in short shorts, socks above his knees, and a puffy shirt with black ribbons around his wrists and neck. His hair was mostly white, grown down to his neck, giving him a scholarly appearance. That is, but for a ceremonial pattern, rings of black on the hair draping his forehead and the tips of his ears, echoed by a single band of black around his right thigh.
“Um, hello fine sir in a spooky mask.” replied the cat boy.
“Would you like to add a little excitement to your life? Meet a cast of talented performers? Become world famous?”
“…I think I’d rather sunbathe in front of a window, nya.”
“How about all the stinky fish you can imagine?” Takajou pitched without missing a beat.
“Now I’m listening.”
”The Baal Brothers Travelling Circus has an opportunity for YOU.” Takajou winked and gave the cat boy a light punch in the shoulder. “Help us save our circus by become one of our performers in the athletic arts.”
The cat boy gave a bit of a grimace. “I’m not going to be locked in a cage, am I?”
“Heavens no! You’ll just have to do a few tightrope acts, balancing, knife throwing, uh, fully assisted of course!” Takajou closed his eyes. “But first, we want YOU to prove your dedication to the cause!”
“Sounds pretty good, nya. I’ve always been open to running away and joining the circus…”
“Then you can start right now by handing out these flyers to all these people!” Takajou took all the flyers he had at hand and shoved them in the cat person’s open arms. “I’ll be watching you!”
“Alright, I’ll do my best…” The cat boy, whose name Takajou never bothered to ask about, wandered off with Mr. Do to solicit customers for the Baal Brothers Travelling Circus.
His deed having been done, Takajou elected to exit stage right from the premises. Or he would have.
“Hey, aren’t you Berith’s little brother?” inquired a blonde, blue eyed girl in pigtails crossing her arms, with an orange sparkling scarf and green bee wings in a white sailor suit outfit.
“Well, that depends on where you know Berith from!” responded Takajou.
“You don’t remember us from last year?” asked a girl with a black hime cut and orange eyes wearing a loose sweater with a giant blue bow and blue triangle butterfly wings.
“OH! You’re the…” (Takajou mumbled “older…”) “girls who graduated for university about two years back?”
“That’s right!” grinned a girl with rounded, chin length black hair cut into a “v” shape around her purple eyes. Her white downcast bird wings and white button up shirt with a black bow almost gave her the appearance of an angel. “And we’re here to collect the other half of what you owe us.”
“Please, ladies!” Takajou raised his hands up to his face in gentile protest. “Though we appreciate all that you have done to help entertain Japan, circuses haven’t been doing so well of late.” Takajou lowered his voice to a mockingly sad tone. “We’ve given away every cent we have to spare! But if you are able to participate in the Baal Brothers Travelling Circus this year…”
Takajou was immediately grabbed by a light brown haired girl with two long locks of hair framing her face. She had a big blue hair clip on top, with a tartan orange skirt and beige vest that matched her monarch butterfly wings. The enthusiastic girl yelped, “I’ve got an idea!”
Takajou lightly pleaded, “Help…?” Though he was a bit eager to find out where this was going.
The monarch winged girl continued, “Let’s take him up for RANSOM!”
“But they don’t have any money?” indicated the bee winged girl.
“Let’s play with him, anyway!” enthused the feathered girl.
“Roger that!” confirmed the monarch winged girl, launching him into the sky.
“Hey, just what are you doing?” shouted the blue triangle winged girl, buzzing straight towards a wide eyed Takajou rising in the sky to intercept him.
“Take him to Laforet Harajuku mall!” shouted a dark green cicada winged girl with brown hair, messy hair down to her elbows in a blue sailor school outfit. “Nobody can find their way out of there!”
Takajou was bored.
The blue triangle winged girl had gently carried him as a prince might carry off a princess. In that sense, there was no mischief. No element of surprise. Why are college girls so responsible? pondered Takajou.
“Excuse me?” inquired Takajou’s captor. Her unamused face hadn’t changed since they left the ground.
Grinning behind the mask, Takajou replied, “Oh, nothing, Miss…?”
“Maiko. Maiko Sakura.”
The one with monarch butterfly wings was flying closer by to listen in on the pair. The girls all flying in a “V” formation with the bee winged girl in front.
“Not all of us are as responsible as Maiko.” The girl with monarch wings snickered. “I’m Akane! Akane Mazuzawa.”
“My younger sister.” added Maiko. “You won’t have to worry about her while I’m in charge of you.”
“That’s good!” mirthed Takajou. “Because I’m about to bail.” Takajou slipped through Maiko’s arms by closing the distance between his knees and head, careening down to a freefall four three hundred meters from the ground.
As the wind sailed through Takajou’s ears, he could barely hear the commotion from above. The bee winged girl giving orders, Maiko rocketing straight down to catch up with Takajou in 3… 2…
Like a ripcord, Takajou unleashed his own wings, a Cairns birdwing pattern that was black with white patches, including a pair of skulls, one for each wing, at the top.
“Oops.” Takajou remarked as the girls flew a considerable distance down as he suspended himself in the air. “I guess I forgot to mention that I can fly.” he declared with a wink and open arms, the girls uniformly cycling back in an arc to correct their mistake.
“Scatter!” commanded the bee winged girl. “Don’t let him out of your sights!” The girls all proceeded to dart about in non-uniform directions, some advancing towards Takajou, others reversing course.
Takajou responded by diving straight towards the bee-winged girl, expecting to throw the acrobats off. In a flash he saw her expression of panic followed by a sudden loss of speed, a weight on his right boot.
The bee girl’s scarf had been lassoed onto his ankle, with the lady herself holding firmly onto Takajou’s calf with her body curled into a fetal position. Using her weight to glide Takajou down the streets below, she started laughing with light amusement.
“Nobody gets past Hachimitsu Himeno! Not even a Baal Brother.”
“Hey, I like this view of your legs.” complemented Takajou with a grin. “Miniskirts sure have made a comeback recently!”
“Enjoy it while you can, bub.” responded Hachimitsu with a wide grin. “Don’t forget to keep your eyes on the skies.” Takajou snapped his head back, as the cicada-winged girl intercepted Takajou’s left arm with minimal effort, keeping him in flight, as the white feathered girl sailed in from above to blast his face with a canister.
“Easy now, ladies…” Takajou reassured his captors, as his head was flooded with memories of Setsuna, the first time they caught frogs around the hills of Tottori, that time they went surfing at the closed beaches of Yumenoshima, as his vision started to fade…
A dimly lit arrangement of swashbuckling clothes, open treasure chests, and boots greeted Takajou when he came to. The underground mall was not new to him, so to speak, and neither was this store, “Alice and the Pirates”. Though this was the first time he’d been here as captive.
“Avast!” the cicada-winged girl announced through her messy brown hair. “The sky sucker has awakened.” Maiko gave the cicada-winged girl a side eye while mouthing the words sky sucker.
“That wasn’t too much laughing gas, was it?” inquired the white feathered lady. “My name is Chihiro Kuroha, nurse in training.” She looked somewhat crestfallen. “I hope you’ll forgive me for this potential breach of the Hippocratic Oath. We needed some way of calming you down before anyone was hurt.”
“Oh, it’s fine!” remarked a still woozy Takajou, struggling a bit to get on his feet. “My afternoon became more interesting.”
“In that case,” announced Akane. “We’d like to play a little game of dress up.”
“You mean dress Takajou up.” asserted Hachimitsu. “Though you’re all free to play along if you’d like.”
“You wouldn’t mind if I got in the changing room with you?” Akane inquired. “Since you’re… not having the easiest time trying to walk… or stand… as far as I can see.”
Takajou shook his head. “(Older) ladies, I have nothing to hide.”
“I’ll play, too!” declared the cicada-winged girl. “I’m Akari Endou. Counter admiral of the guarda-coasta!”
“I’m keeping an eye on you.” remarked Maiko, looking straight at Akane. “Don’t do anything weird with the boy.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about!” Akane’s nose shrivled slightly at Maiko’s probing, as she grabbed a few racks of clothes that she felt suited Takajou best.
“Um, Takajou?” Akane scrutinized in the changing room.
“Yes, my dear Akane?” responded Takajou in turn, Maiko’s feet still visible from behind the changing room door.
“Is it… correct to pick out men’s clothing for you?” Akane was visibly puzzled by something.
“As right as rain in April, my lady whose name I just learned this morning.” Takajou asserted.
It was about the point when Akane had removed Takajou’s dress shirt that she noticed Takajou was wearing a fairly stiff sports bra, rather than an undershirt.
“Then why do you…?”
“He’s a boy, Akane.” Maiko interrupted from outside, between inhaling a cigarette.
“But why…?”
“That’s none of our business.” Maiko loudly exhaled. “He’s a boy now. He’ll be a man when he’s ready to act like one.” The cigarette was thrown on the ground and crushed by her boot.
“…Right, well, you don’t mind if I change in here too?” asked Akane. “I’ve always wanted to try on a real uniform, you know, like Berith’s military coat?”
“Not at all, darling.” Takajou didn’t have the energy to disagree with the particulars of how cool Berith’s kingly dress really was. Rather, he was grateful at the moment that Maiko was there to avoid an awkward conversation he’d rather not make much fuss about.
Hachimitsu looked up from her flip phone at Takajou and Akane as they left the changing room, studying their attire. “Is that appropriate for a kid?”
He had a small duffel jacket, all black with bold white lines at the ends and tiny vertical pinstripes with a sailor collar outlining his neck. His shirt, a black and white horizontally striped long sleeve t-shirt with holes for the thumbs and fingers to poke through at each end, had little stretchy fabric lines drooping down at the front to give it the appearance of a loose belt.
Takajou shrugged with his hands at his side. “Whatever do you mean? I think these wraps give me significant coverage! Promise I won’t trip!”
“I… think she means the booty shorts.” added Chihiro.
Beneath the waist, Takajou had a pair of A&P heart short pants, black cotton lined with little sequins where the shorts meet the thighs like tiny belts around each leg. Each button for the pockets and up top was in a tiny heart shape.
“He can handle it.” Akane proclaimed. She was donning a Ranveil jacket, black with gold at the ends and small chains at every side, and a Ribbon Ribbon Prince Blouse in grey and lilac underneath. Unlike Takajou, her legs were very much covered by a pair of Tartan Check Edward Marini pants with high heeled A/P Loran shoes underneath.
“Everybody loves my legs!” boasted Takajou. “They are ripe with Takajonium.”
Chihiro and Hachimitsu glared at Maiko, who returned fire with a very faint smile.
“…and what, pray tell, is Takajonium?” inquired Chihiro, who had no recollection of this in her medical studies.
Takajou raised one finger to the sky as he proceeded to elaborate. “Takajonium is one of the main ingredients found in Takajou Zett. Regular intake is necessary for individuals with specialized needs. Should you happen to be deprived of Takajonium, that may lead to a loss of metabolic function, or even death!”
Hachimitsu could see Maiko chuckling softly as Akane was trying to keep a straight face. Takajou did not stop.
“In addition, it has been reported that even a mild deficiency has a serious impact on mental hemostasis, causing instability and a range of emotional disorders.”
“So, I guess that means we’re not going to let you go… ever!” Akari snuck up behind to grab Takajou by the chest. Akane parried, pulling Takajou to safety as she shuffled between them.
“Takajou is MINE, picaroon.” declared Akane.
Akari lifted her hands to signal her prompt surrender. Putting up no real fight, everyone could see she was wearing a black embroidery sailor blouse with two layers of frills in dark purple. Her lazy smile shadowed by a silk feathered top hat. Daniel pants covered a pair of antique leather boots on her calves up through her legs.
As the commotion rose, the sales clerk charged towards the three noisemakers in confident stride. She was a young woman with white long hair, pink cat eyes, seven white fox tails, pink heart glasses, a large white scarf, and puffy ears.
“Alright, alright.” Akari responded. “No bummers, no quarrel over the dungbie.” Takajou was not familiar with this term, quietly making a point to look this up later.
“Are you three ready to check out, now?” asked the fox girl with a toothy grin.
“We’re ready.” answered Hachimitsu. “Put it on Belial’s tab.”
“Which show is it for?” prodded the fox.
“The Lock Academy on rue Coquilliere. We’re now in the escape room business.”
“Ah, how modern.” The fox proceeded to tally up the receipts before putting them in a large, overflowing binder. “Back entrance, again?”
“As always.” confirmed Hachimitsu.
The fox girl flipped a switch, the garage door for the front of the store closed as a secret back door revealed itself to a cavernous, underground landscape of piping, yellow lines and concrete.
“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting…?” Takajou asked the saleswoman. “I’m Taka-“
“I know everything about you.” monotoned the fox girl, leaning in to get uncomfortably close to his face.
“I’m Takajou Zett.” proclaimed Takajou, undeterred.
“I’m Chefei.” The name sounded familiar to Takajou, somehow, but he couldn’t quite place it. “You should come here more often. Bring money next time.” She rubbed her thumb and fingertips together for clarity.
“Duly noted, madame.” grinned Takajou, as the college girls left beside him through the portal.
Behind the mall was a series of passage ways, geological formations held together by “shotcrete” with the occasional door to nowhere. Some lined with markings too faded to understand their original purpose. Suspended LEDs powered by an unseen force lit the way forward.
The five ladies and Takajou were flying at a lower speed, careful not to hit surfaces with force to make an exit troublesome. Far off in the distance were bumps and thumps of various kinds, barely recognizable speech from entities unseen, and the occasional sound of footsteps.
Takajou’s inquisition broke the silence. “Is this where you girls have your evil spooooky lair?”
“I think we could have done better.” remarked Hachimitsu.
“Nowhere here to put in a big screen TV or to get some decent privacy.” added Akari.
“And no equipment here in the necessary condition for lab work.” confirmed Chihiro.
Takajou looked over the walls and the occassional harmless critter, a human eye passing by with wings and insect legs. “I don’t recall seeing anything like this around Makai. Where are we, exactly?”
“It’s what’s left of an old US Military housing settlement.” mused Maiko. “Besides that one ugly white house in Yoyogi Park spared from demolition after the 1964 Summer Olympics. A bunch of decrepid, segregated, underground barracks.”
“Some of it’s still usable as athlete housing.” Akane considered. “Though I guess if an abandoned jail can be made into housing for professionals in sports, just about any old space can be.”
Looking up and down the surfaces at the side and curiously marked crates, Takajou imagined that whoever, or _what_ ever, once lived down in these depths had to be in a hurry to leave.
“Then as an occasionally willing hostage, are you plotting on throwing me into the brig?”
“Heck no!” shouted Akane. “It’s just a place we have to go through to get to where we want to be. Gonna meet some friends!” She closed her eyes and gave a big smile, not that Takajou needed to be comforted at the moment.
BOOM
All of the winged ones immediately halted their advance.
A very large figure in a powered suit, white lined with gold, with a massive set of horns at his sides tipped in purple crashed down from the ceiling ahead without warning. His face was a mask, green glowing eyes, his helmet containing no less than four horns, two in the back pointing inward, two in the front pointing outward.
It spoke with a heavy, metallic reverbration. “I am Malchidael, angel of March. Who dares to desecrate the halls of man with the souls of the damned?”
Hachimitsu stepped forward. “We’re the Printemps Bleu, and this child is Takajou Zett.”
“We’re on our way to see some old friends.” Akari elaborated.
“Objection! There can be no quarter for imitators in the halls of Washington Heights.” Malchidael glared at Takajou. “Especially not a cohort ferrying the soul of my old nemesis.”
The girls prepared for battle, bows and cords at the ready, as Takajou cracked his knuckles.
“DEEP HOLE!” Takajou announced, emitting a steady stream of all-encompassing ink at the archangel, dousing the angel in the tarry, void like substance that got into his joints and helmet.
The girls promptly followed up with cabling intended to slow the brutish hulk down. Maiko and Akane started tying down his legs and Akari struggling to pull his arms together as Chihiro was looking into which of her gasses might be most effective against an angel lesser enough to be unknown, great enough to be acknowledged by periperal lore as a tyrant. Hachimitsu readied her bow aimed at his heart.
Malchidael was unamused, and proceeded to wipe off the blackness with his bare hands.
“God’s Judgement be upon you, scion of Baal.”
Takajou was struck down hard by a bolt of lightning as the girls looked on with terror.
“Time to–”
…
It was quiet.
The middle Baal Brother twitched and stirred, recovering from a massive shock. This isn’t supposed to happen he thought to himself. Takajou never loses a fight, unless it’s with a Devil Child.
“Hachimitsu?” No response. “Akane, Maiko…?” Still nothing.
Opening his eyes, Takajou could see the entire scene frozen in time. Wings suspended perfectly still in the air. Mouths open mid-sentence. Malchidael about to focus his wrath on the girls. Maiko starting to race towards Takajou. Hachimitsu about to miss her shot in the midst of the commotion. Akane with tears forming in her eyes. Akari about to shout something while looking at Hachimitsu’s error. Chihiro pulling a canister of what appeared to be nerve gas out of her bag. And…
“Say, I don’t believe we’ve met?” remarked Takajou, dusting off some of the ash from his legs and hands as he looked up at a new face.
There was another winged woman suspended in the air, with wavy green hair and large hazel eyes. Donning a black, fur trim bodysuit with four red marks on the front and back of her torso resembling a harlequin ladybird. Her elven ears bore large earrings of blue opal outlined with brass, in the shape of rings with a large arrow pointing down and a smaller one pointing behind her. Whatever stillness affected all the other parties in the room appeared to have no affect on her at all.
“Takajou.” Is that what you call yourself today? Her eyes stared deep into Takajou, though her mouth did not move when she spoke.
“That’s me!” Takajou grinned. “Just your friendly neighbourhood fly boy. Held captive in a quest to find the Great King Berith!”
I do not see you running.
“Well maybe it’s a mutually beneficial hostage taking!” Takajou held his hands behind his back, fidgeting.
I see you’ve come a long way from being Zebul. She smiled faintly.
“And what kind of human-sized fairy are you supposed to be?” She was notably taller than Takajou and easily could have been bigger than any of the five Printemps Bleu, though it was a bit hard to tell from the ground and everybody else being trapped in a moment of time.
I’m Fino, of the Kingdom of Finvarra, the Land of Heart’s Desire. She looked up with beaming appreciation. Millenia ago, Baal helped me retrieve one of my wings, stolen by a tyrant endeavouring to capture valuables across the known universe.
Her face soured. Though, you are no Baal. The only wisdom Zebul could part with was the significance of edibles and garments.
“Well, I want to think I’ve matured since then.” Takajou scratched his chin nervously. “Kind of. Sort of.”
Did you know those arrow markings on the walls open doors?
“Oh!” Takajou immediately went to press one, finding it land with a satisfying CLUNK in front of Malchidael. “Wait a second, I need to do some rearranging.”
You have all the time you need.
Takajou pressed it again to reveal Malichidael, then took Maiko from under her own arms to position her besides Hachimitsu, moved Akane to be right next to where Takajou and a pile of ashes were on the ground, shifted Akari to be just far enough away not to have Hachimitsu’s ears start ringing, and carefully separated the canister of nerve gas from Chihiro as she too was placed behind Hachimitsu.
NOW Takajou pressed the button, satisfyingly slamming it on Malichidael.
Fino proceeded to inform. This complex is unique in that no door can truly trap one behind its walls. Each switch that closes one door will open another, in a revolving manner.
Takajou sulked. “So we’re still in danger?”
You could always run away and leave these women behind.
“Not part of my style. Not now, sorry.”
Acknowledged. It was nice seeing you again. Fino smiled. Of what’s left of Baal.
“Wait!” Takajou interrupted the fairy’s departure. “Where’s Berith?”
Hiding, of course.
“Of course…” Takajou nodded, his mouth in a resigned, horizontal line.
Fino vanished in a fraction of a nanosecond, as the ladies slowly started to move, the noises of the halls swelled once more, and a frustrated sequence of metal pounding against metal sounded behind the door that was now closed ahead of them.
“You’re alive!” Akane beamed at Takajou.
“Believe it or not, I have more magic tricks than you could possibly understand!” Takajou raised an arm in front of his face to shield all but his eyes from the girls, wiggling his fingers to add to the kitchy mystery. “…We should leave quickly. Like, now.”
“I agree…” acknowledged Hachimitsu. “Let’s head straight to Harajuku Underground Apartments.”
“…Underground Apartments?” inquired Takajou.
“You’ll see.” remarked Akari.
To be continued…