At that, Mr. Blue Hoodie visibly cringes.
"Nonono please! Anything but A-Azusa! We promise! We'll even find M-Minase and return it to her!""
Mr. Black Hoodie, however, doesn't say a thing. Indeed, upon examination by Nagisa, he begins twitching slightly. Kazuma doesn't say anything, not at the moment, but you can tell; there's something very, very wrong here.
Tsubasa nods at Miyuki.
"Mukawa, we gotta talk sometime, then, about the places you've seen. Share stories sometime, maybe some tips. I've been meaning to get good at singing."
"Oh, can I come along? I-If that's okay with you and Mukawa-senpai...."
"Sure. Come with. If...Mukawa-san's okay. And if her sister won't mind us borrowing her a second. I don't think she much likes the idea of a guy being alone with her sis."The loud cry of the audience outside grabs Tsubasa's attention.
"Well, that's our cue. Come on, let's go!"Tsubasa sprints down the hallway leading to their seats.
The stage is set.
Three spotlights shine down on the stage.
A fiery red for Azusa.
A blinding white for Haruka.
A regal violet for Setsuna.
Azusa strolls forward, with practiced swagger, the aura of the delinquent that had prowled the streets of Sendo and now came to grace the stage with the face of an angel and an aura of a demon.
She grasps her microphone tightly.
Alright, kiddo. This one's for you.For a moment, she looks over to Setsuna and Haruka. Haruka seems to be staring off into the distance somewhere. Azusa knew exactly where she was looking, of course; somewhere in the audience, trying to imagine that her sister was there.
She knew, because she was looking that way too.
"Alright, everyone! Are you ready?!"The roar of the crowd. This was what Azusa lived for. She hated every other trapping of fame. She hated the cutesy shit. The forced politeness. But this? This she could never get enough of.
That and planting her fist squarely into the face of an Amanojaku.
"My, my. You're eager, aren't you?" "Heh. Let's bring down the house."
"Lead the way, Azusa.""Ladies and gentlemen! The Queens of Music, live at Sendo Arena!"
The clamour of applause drowns out nearly everything as the three women step forward.
....
"Eeeeh?! We're sitting here?!"Hikari tilts her head and practically scurries around the small room they've been given. The seats are soft and well-cushioned, with a mini-fridge in the corner full of fairly expensive drinks, alcoholic and not. The room also contains some binoculars, and a few power sockets around the room. The room has about ten seats inside it, each looking more akin to a throne than a seat in a stadium.
"Pretty nice, huh? This is one of the private boxes they only give out to real VIPs. It's nicely hidden, so nobody can see it. The panels have some kinda holographic camo thingy going on. I uh....didn't really listen when the guides told us about it. It's nice and close to the stage, but as far as anyone else knows, we're just part of the stage dressing." "Is this really okay?!" "Ehhhh....probably. I mean, they'll have to deal with Kumon-senpai raising a stink."Hikari has a look of glee on her face akin to that of a child being told they had free reign of a candy store.
"I never thought I'd ever be in one of these! I mean they must be super exclusive and expensive and my family could never afford one of these and...I'm babbling again, aren't I?"Then, the roar from outside. Hikari's face is practically plastered to the window.
"Ohmygodthey'restarting!"She squeals in utterly undisguised glee.
As Briar and the others head towards the backstage area, they suddenly feel a familiar and yet strange sensation.
To a Mirager, the ability to sense when a Mirage is active nearby is akin to a sixth sense for them, difficult to describe. Some describe it as being akin to a visible aura, others feeling like the hairs on the back of their head are raised. The Miragers of Fire Soul and EUFON have long since become accustomed to the feeling, but...
...this, this is different.
Firstly, every Mirager is accounted for, as far as they know. Two on stage, two having gone off to handle whatever situation that Miki kid had gotten himself into, and the rest having gone off with Azusa earlier.
Secondly, there aren't any Amanojaku nearby. As far as they know.
So the sensation of a Mirager, transformed, walking very close by, is very much out of the ordinary.
And very much
not supposed to be there.
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