[Fanfic] The Wicked [Chapter 11]
Title: The Wicked [Chapter 11]
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: Oh shoot. This turned out a lot longer than I hoped. But it was kind of a hard chapter to write. The next one's gonna be tricky too cause I'm still not sure whether to keep a Wicked song in or take it out to make it less cheesy. XD
Anyways, much love to moodylollipop who actually took some time to go through this. Thank you!
Song used is "Defying Gravity" from Wicked. Listen to it here. I cannot express how much I LOVE this song. Lovelovelove it!
"..." - Conversation
Italics - Singing
Bold - Singer
(...) - Actions while singing
~*~
Yukimitsu was in the midst of writing a report in one of the laboratories when Munakata walked in. “Ah, busy as usual I see,” said Munakata as he headed towards one of the cabinets. “What report are you working on this time?”
“Liquids that have the ability to contain magical elements,” replied Yukimitsu, without looking up.
Munakata nodded, thoughtfully, a knowing expression on his face. “That is a tough one.” And then changed the subject in a beat, “So have you heard the news?”
“What news?” asked Yukimitsu, still deeply engrossed with the report. “It better be good, you know I need to hand this in soon.”
“Oh, nothing big then,” Munakata shrugged as he opened one of the cabinets. “Just that you are acquainted with Anezaki Mamori, am I right?”
“Yeah, we studied together back in High School. Why?”
“Well, it seems she’s finally going out with Agon.”
Yukimitsu stopped writing for a moment to stare blankly up at Munakata. “Agon? The ex-Football player?”
“Yes, and a confidant of mine,” said Munakata, as he finally picked up a small bottle and closed the cabinet. “He has taken a keen interest in my work which is rare for a Football player, whether or not he still plays.”
Yukimitsu hardly heard the last few words, “Agon...” he murmured, his pen paused mid-air as he tried to remember what Agon looked like. He had only seen Agon a few times in the newspapers after all. Then his eyes widened. “Agon has dreads...” he whispered to himself, looking straight at Munakata once more.
“Hmm?” said Munakata, unaware of what Yukimitsu was thinking.
“You said that you were studying about the magical powers within certain beings, right?” asked Yukimitsu, forcing his tone to stay light and just mildly interested rather than concerned as he continued to pen his analysis. “You know, one part of the report I’m writing requires me to state whether or not a liquid could contain this certain power that’s being studied... I heard you worked on it so do you mind if I ask for your opinion?”
“Why, sure!” cried Munakata, bottle forgotten as he promptly took a seat beside Yukimitsu. “You know me, always glad to help prove the wonderful powers of science. So what sort of power are we looking at?”
“Celestial powers...” said Yukimitsu, trying to sound as serious as possible.
This was obviously not what Munakata had expected as his expression changed from excitement to surprise and finally serious. “Celestial powers... but there’s no way a mere liquid can contain that.”
“And why is that?” asked Yukimitsu.
“Well, the reason they’re called celestial powers is because the powers are what we believe the angels we define in our mind have,” said Munakata. “It varies from story to story but these celestial powers are the power to heal, fly and especially protect. That’s what they’re most known for.”
“Protect?” Yukimitsu was startled, remembering Mamori and how she discovered her powers back in high school.
“Yup,” said Munakata. “So I highly doubt liquid could contain it. It’s known to be so powerful that anyone who has it never really fully uses it. In other words, they can only use one celestial power in a small amount. If they do more than one, or push their limits with one of the powers, it will, in a sense, consume them. Although this is just a theory. I’ve never seen anyone with celestial powers that strong, but from the cases I have seen, they’re all mostly dormant.”
“Dormant?” Yukimitsu prompted Munakata, attempting to get as much of an explanation out of him as he could.
“Meaning they actually do have the ability to use those powers but it won’t waken... I don’t know how a person can tap into them. But we normally advise them not to as our theories suggest these powers can consume, and practically kill them. So far nothing like that has happened though...”
“Err... thanks,” said Yukimitsu, realizing that he had stopped writing. Thinking he’d had enough of this report, he closed his text and prepared to leave. “Yup, that really helped me with my report. Thanks again.”
“You’re welcome,” said Munakata waved away the gratitude with one hand, picked up the bottle with the other and left the lab.
After clearing up, Yukimitsu quickly left the college grounds and decided he might just have to make a quick stop by Deimon.
In the meantime, Mamori was getting quite annoyed. People would not leave her alone before, during or after classes now. They either wanted to ask her about Hiruma and how he transformed Monta and prompt her for confirmations on how he might have hurt her. Many wanted to talk about how she and Agon were dating now. And among those, some were supportive and said they suited one another, while the others often sneered that Agon was too great for someone like Mamori and she should be grateful he even looked at her.
Almost at the end of her tether, Mamori finally managed to sneak away into the quiet spot under the staircase where she and Hiruma used to meet and sighed as she sat on the cold floor. She was glad that this side of the building was not usually used by most of the students, and relished her little moment of silence before having to rush off to her next class and bear the constant rain of questions and comments.
Trying to talk to Suzuna proved trickier than she had expected. The girl was a lot chirpier now, despite having just broken up with Sena, and no matter how much Mamori tried to get her to talk about Sena she would just look away and change the topic. The cheerleaders were treating her better now but her enthusiasm when she danced and cheered was deteriorating. And no matter how much chirpier she tried to act, Mamori was sure that Suzuna had been crying the nights away because her eyes were noticeably swollen no matter how much make-up she used.
And it was even trickier for Mamori to bring up the topic of Karin when she was supposed to know nothing about her or the fact that she’d disappeared. She had tried asking Agon whether he had met any girls recently besides her, and that proved to be a dumb question as Agon constantly met many other girls though he insisted that Mamori was the best of them all.
She then found an old magazine featuring Karin when she was a Quarterback and tried to bring it up with Agon again. But even then, the all she managed to do was confirm all their suspicions about Agon when he completely dismissed Karin and said she was actually pretty boring. This didn’t add up to what Unsui had said about Agon being interested in Karin before.
With everything leading to a dead end, Mamori just wasn’t sure if she was doing the right thing anymore. Maybe there really was nothing she could do. Shaking her head she told herself, “I can’t give up just yet. I just need to gain more of their trust.” She groaned inwardly at the tohught of having to spend even more time with Agon, but decided she would just have to bear with it for the moment.
As if on cue, her phone rang and she sighed when she saw that it was Agon. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” she said without greeting him.
“I miss you too, sweetie,” he replied, laughing. “Now, you will be over at the cheerleader’s dorm for our little party tonight, right?”
“You’re always skipping classes and having loads of parties,” said Mamori. “Shouldn’t you be doing more important things?”
“I told you before, Mamori, relax. There’s no use in worrying about stuff like that. Why don’t you come over here into my arms? I’m sure you’ll find it very comfortable…” he said seductively.
Mamori cringed. “I’ll be there for the party, but I’m heading to class now.”
“Hey, didn’t I just say-”
“I’ll see you tonight, Agon. Goodbye.” Mamori hung up, trying to hide her annoyance. Playing girlfriend was not as easy as she had expected, with a boyfriend like Agon who constantly called her at almost all times. She got up and headed to class.
Just as she reached a corner, she almost knocked into someone but stopped in time. “Oh, sorry, didn’t see you.”
“Mamori! Just the person that I was looking for!”
Mamori blinked in surprise. “Yukimitsu? What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you actually, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”
“But I have class in a few minutes, can’t it wait?” asked Mamori.
Yukimitsu shook his head. “This really can’t wait. It’s urgent...”
Mamori noted the serious tone of his voice and decided that even though she’d just told Agon off for not attending classes, she may just take a leaf out of his book this once.
Sena was feeling even lonelier of late. Monta had been taken in like the other boy, and there was still no news on whether they’d found a way to change them back. He asked if he could at least visit Monta but since he wasn’t related to Monta, the Professors told him that he was not allowed to see him. Suzuna continued to keep her distance from him, even on the field. And although he caught her glancing at him on a few occasions, she still acted as though he never existed, making things harder than they already were.
After one class he decided he might as well head back when he saw Mamori talking to someone else. He walked up to them and was about to greet them when he heard the other person say, “You might be in serious danger. You really should stay away from Agon.”
Mamori was silent for a moment, and Sena could see she looked really worried. “If what you just said is true then...”
“I’m sure it is, and everything seems to point in that direction. I don’t know what Agon is after but I’m sure he’s after you for that reason, and you can’t let him.”
Mamori sighed. “I understand, but I’m still seeing him tonight. I need to speak to someone.”
The other person nodded, and Sena knew this was the right time to interrupt. “Hey, Mamori, sorry to bother you...”
“Ah, Sena!” Mamori smiled. “It’s no trouble at all. Let me introduce you to Yukimitsu. We were from the same high school.”
Sena shook hands with Yukimitsu. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Sena.
“Oh, why don’t you two exchange numbers, Sena?” Mamori smiled. “Yukimitsu studies magical science so if anything weird comes up you could always call him.”
“Weird?” asked Sena, confused. “Like what?”
“Ah!” cried Yukimitsu, catching on. “Yeah, that’d be a good idea! As Deimon seems to be the centre of all the weird events, I can help out if anything happens.” Yukimitsu pulled out a piece of paper from a notebook he was holding and scribbled on it. “So be sure to call me if anything... ANYTHING happens,” he stressed as he gave the piece of paper to Sena.
Sena took it uncertainly and nodded. Yukimitsu smiled at him and said, “Don’t worry, it’s just a precaution.”
“You’re already starting to sound like a doctor,” joked Mamori.
“I do what I can,” he smiled. “Anyways, I must go. I’m sorry you had to miss class because of me. Take care of yourself,” he nodded at Mamori, then Sena. “You, too, Sena.” And with that, he left.
Once Yukimitsu was out of sight, Sena spoke up. “Is something wrong, Mamori?”
Mamori sighed as she looked at Sena. “Maybe. I’m not quite sure anymore.”
“Are you going to that party tonight in the cheerleader’s dorm?”
“How did you know about that?”
Sena shrugged. “Everyone’s talking about it since it’s Agon’s party. All the cool kids are going and of course, it’s invitation only.”
Mamori frowned. “You really miss her, don’t you?”
Sena looked down as he tried to smile. “I’m not a good liar, am I?”
Mamori suddenly came close to him and hugged him. “I’m sorry,” she said.
Sena squirmed a little uncomfortably in Mamori’s arms but was more surprised by her actions. “W-why are you apologizing?”
“For not being able to help you much in the end,” said Mamori as she pulled away from Sena. “I’ll do my best to talk to Suzuna tonight. Don’t give up just yet. I’m sure there’s a reason behind it and it’s not because she doesn’t want to be with you.”
Sena looked at Mamori who was looking at him solemnly. He then nodded and said, “Thank you, Mamori. I see why she calls you Mamo-nee.”
Mamori blushed faintly as she took a few steps away from him to show that she was about to leave. “It’s in my nature, I suppose. Oh, do let Musashi and Kurita know about tonight’s party. I’ll call them if anything odd happens.”
Sena nodded. “Be careful.”
Mamori smiled in return. “I will. Don’t worry”
The day soon turned to dusk and Mamori decided on a simple blouse and skirt, hoping not to stand out when she was at the party. She grabbed a jacket on her way out as the nights were getting colder lately and stepped out of the dorm. Once outside, she heard a few of Deimon’s citizens gathering, a sight that happened almost every day since Hiruma disappeared.
“We have to find him!” one person cried.
“We have to kill him!” another cried, and they would then discuss possibilities, as well as how to lure him out and capture him. Mamori shook her head and carried on.
When she arrived at the cheerleaders’ dorm, most of them were talking in little clusters around the large hall while a few of the cheerleaders were huddled around Agon, cooing and talking flirtatiously to him, as he nonchalantly lounged, drinking liquor on one of the couches. Mamori sighed at the sight and decided to look for someone else instead.
She found Suzuna sitting by a window all alone, looking out into the dark sky, where the last traces of the sun were now disappearing. “Suzuna...?” Mamori called out.
Suzuna jumped, obviously unaware of her surroundings, her foot landed awkwardly and she fell on her knees. “Ah!” she cried out.
“Suzuna, are you hurt?” cried Mamori as she bent down to help her up.
“I’m fine...” said Suzuna. “Urgh, I get distracted so easily!” she giggled as she slowly got up. “I’m sorry.”
“Suzuna, I really need to talk to you.”
“Not now, Agon’s looking for you!”
“But...” Suzuna began pushing her forward. “Suzuna!” But Suzuna kept pushing Mamori towards the couch until Agon finally noticed her.
“Ah, so you’re already here, my beautiful girlfriend,” said Agon. “Took you long enough.”
Mamori stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “I’m on time. It’s you who spent the whole day here.”
“And you should have been with me the whole day yet you refused,” drawled Agon, looking pretty red in the face. “You really need to learn how to keep up with me. Now sit next to me, the party’s finally gonna begin.”
Mamori shook her head but sat on the couch where some of the cheerleaders moved begrudgingly. Agon pulled her close to him but Mamori almost gagging at the smell of alcohol, pushed him away under the pretext of not feeling well. Agon protested but gave up the moment the music started playing loud and heavy music.
To Mamori’s surprise, Agon suddenly stood and made an announcement in his drunken state. “Thank you all for being here! As promised, I have brought a special entertainment for all of you… as requested,” Agon grinned, then nodded at one of the boys who scurried into another room.
Mamori couldn’t see what the boy had brought out, but she heard shrieks of horror at first, then laughter. And soon the laughter continued to grow, and Mamori was now curious as to what everyone was laughing at. She got off her seat and gasped.
It was a monkey, with a collar around his neck and was being dragged around by a chain. “MUKYA! MUKYA!” the monkey cried in fear and pain as the crowd continued laughing, cheering and passing the poor monkey’s chain from hand to hand until it stood before Agon.
Agon’s grin widened. He walked up to the shivering monkey and murmured. “Did you really think I’d let you off that easily?” Agon placed a hand in his pocket, and Mamori noticed that he was holding something inside it.
Suddenly the monkey let out a high pitched shriek and convulsed in pain. Mamori placed a hand on her mouth in horror reeling from the shrieks that sounded awful, almost human-like…
Then something clicked in Mamori’s mind. She looked at the monkey carefully, heard its cries and let herself be consumed in horror as she realized who the monkey was. “Monta...” she whispered.
But everyone was laughing and even Agon seemed to be enjoying the sight. Mamori saw Suzuna with both hands over her mouth and it was obvious Suzuna knew who the monkey was. In anger, she cried out, “STOP!!”
Agon instantly pulled his hand out of his pocket. The monkey stopped shrieking and slumped wearily on the floor. Mamori ran up to him, crying, “Monta! Monta!”
She approached Monta and held back tears as she saw the sorry state he was in. He had obviously been tortured and was badly wounded. As she tried to place a hand on Monta, he flinched and backed away from her. The crowd gasped and some of the cheerleaders giggled in amusement. “Monta... Monta... It’s me, Mamori...”
Monta looked at her and she could tell he obviously recognized her. But he was ashamed and embarrassed at the state he was in. He wrapped his arms around himself and turned his face away. Mamori got up and took off the jacket she was wearing, and slowly approached Monta. “It’s all right, Monta. I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore. You don’t have to be scared. I’m here now.”
She placed the jacket around Monta, and Monta looked at her. She saw the deep pain and sadness in his eyes, so Mamori knelt down and held him in her arms. “You shouldn’t have had to go through this. It’s all right. Nothing’s going to happen to you anymore.”
Monta made small monkey noises to acknowledge her and then closed his eyes and passed out. She continued holding on to him glaring at the crowd around her, and then she turned all the fury in her stare at Agon. “What is the meaning of this?” she asked him.
“What are you talking about?” asked Agon, not looking at her directly.
“This is a student!” Mamori cried. “One of the boys who got magically transformed! What is he doing here?!”
“He’s a student?” asked Agon in utter surprise as he looked at the boys who brought Monta in. “What is the meaning of this? I asked for a proper monkey, not this!”
“DON’T LIE TO ME!!” Mamori shouted so loud that everyone stood still and even the air was still as everyone watched with bated breath. “You said you were there when Monta transformed! You should have known this was him!”
“He looks just like a monkey,” Agon laughed. “Like every other monkey! How was I to know it was him? He must’ve escaped and-”
“I’m leaving,” said Mamori, as she got up. She picked up Monta and cradled him in her arms. He was heavy but Mamori ignored the strain in her arms as she remembered the sad look in Monta’s eyes. “You can enjoy your stupid party. I want nothing to do with people who think of torturing animals, especially one that is actually human, as entertainment.”
Mamori marched out, Monta still in her arms. Agon looked furious now, and glared at Suzuna. Suzuna let out a small squeak and ran after Mamori.
“Mamo-nee!” she cried, trying to catch up with Mamori who was walking really quickly. “Mamo-nee, please wait!”
Mamori suddenly stopped by the road and continued ignoring Suzuna as she pulled out her phone to make a call. “Yukimitsu, I need your help. One of the boys who got magically transformed is with me and he seemed to have been tortured. What should I do?” There was a short pause. “All right. Thank you, Yukimitsu. I’ll be waiting in front of my dorm. Yes, that’s the one. Thank you.”
Mamori resolutely continued to carry Monta towards the front of her dorm. Suzuna followed quietly, feeling certain that Mamori wouldn’t speak while she carried Monta judging from her heavy breaths. They passed by the Deimon citizens, who were still together protesting. The moment they reached the front of her dorm area, Mamori laid Monta down on the ground carefully and tried to catch her breath.
“Mamo-nee, you should go back to the party,” said Suzuna quietly.
Mamori looked at Suzuna. “Why? So that I can watch them torture more people for their amusement?”
Suzuna winced at the statement. “No, but... Agon looks really mad and I don’t think-”
“I don’t care about Agon!” cried Mamori. “Suzuna, I don’t know why you keep sticking with those kind of people. They’re awful and mean and-”
“And selfish and cruel and self-centered?” Suzuna finished, smiling sadly. “I know. But I have no choice. It’s where I belong.”
“No, it’s not, Suzuna!” cried Mamori. “You don’t belong there! Listen to me, Sena is waiting for you. He loves you and he wants to be with you.”
“I can’t be with Sena anymore...” said Suzuna, looking away from Mamori to hide her frown.
“But why? It’s those cheerleaders, isn’t it? Suzuna, I keep telling you-”
“I just can’t! Okay?” cried Suzuna, her eyes swimming in tears. “I have my reasons...”
Mamori’s anger subsided a little when she looked at Suzuna, who hurriedly wiped her eyes. “He’s waiting for you... Suzuna,” said Mamori, but Suzuna continued looking away, trying to hold back her tears.
At that moment, a car drove up. It was Yukimitsu, he parked by the curb and quickly ran up to Mamori. “Are you all right?” he quickly asked.
Mamori nodded. “I’m fine but it’s Monta that I’m worried about,” she said as she quickly bent down to hold Monta. Yukimitsu quickly followed her and helped her carry Monta into his car. She carefully placed Monta into the backseat and then asked Yukimitsu. “Did you find out who could have gotten Monta out of your college?”
Yukimitsu shook his head. “I called Munakata and he claimed to know nothing.”
“Can’t he press charges against Agon?” cried Mamori. “This boy was traumatized and taken out when he should’ve at least stayed in bed.”
“Mamori, you’re not going to like what I’m about to tell you…” said Yukimitsu. “But they’re not keeping the transformed boys in a bed. They’re keeping them in cages.”
Mamori’s eyes widened in shock. “No... they can’t!”
“They found no way to help return the boys to their natural state and as they lack any form of human knowledge, they’re being treated as animals.”
“MONTA IS NOT AN ANIMAL!” cried Mamori. “I saw the way he looked at me! I saw how he knew who I was! How can they say he has no human knowledge? That’s an obvious lie!”
“I’m sorry,” said Yukimitsu. “But that’s what I’ve heard. Listen, I’ll take Monta to my place and he can rest there. If what you say is true, and that he can understand human speech, I can take care of him. Don’t worry. But until then, please be careful. You just went against Agon. You’re in serious danger right now.”
“I can’t worry about myself,” said Mamori, biting her lip. “Not when I know all this is happening... Just please, please take care of Monta.”
Yukimitsu nodded, and got into his car. “I’ll take care of him. But please, be careful, Mamori.” With that, he drove off.
Mamori just stood at the same spot for a while, and an already uneasy Suzuna began to panic. It was getting colder now and Mamori wasn’t wearing a jacket. She walked up to Mamori slowly. “Mamo-nee, maybe we should just head back to your room?”
Mamori turned to look at Suzuna then hurriedly walked towards her room. Suzuna ran to catch up with her and the moment they entered Mamori’s room, Suzuna thought she would just grab a jacket or just sit down to relax. But Mamori grabbed a suitcase and started packing some clothes and books. “W-what are you doing, Mamo-nee?”
“I’m leaving,” Mamori answered matter-of-factly.
“Leaving? Where?”
“I don’t know, anywhere but here.”
“But... what about your studies?”
“I realize that it isn’t worth studying in a college that obviously doesn’t care enough for their students’ welfare,” said Mamori, as she continued to look through her cabinet. “They’re so afraid of the unknown, of what’s beyond their current understanding and would rather condemn them than accept them. I refuse to stay and just let this be.”
“But what are you going to do?” Suzuna panicked.
“I don’t know... all I know is that I have to leave. There’s just no good in me carrying on with my studies if I’m going to end up just like everyone else.” Mamori closed her suitcase, bringing only her bare minimums and pretty much leaving everything behind.
“But you’re good in your studies! You get top marks! You can do great things if you carry on with what you do!” Suzuna grabbed Mamori’s hand. “Don’t go, Mamo-nee! If you continue studying, maybe you can help change the current views of people and how they treat others like Hiruma and the transformed Monta!”
Mamori stopped for a moment to look at Suzuna. She had a point... but the memory of how Hiruma and Monta were treated filled her with the desire to leave. “I’m sorry, Suzuna. I don’t think changing things is going to be as simple as that. I’m sure they’d force me to do things according to their way, and it would either take me years or I would just be living a lie. I have to do something now. I must go.”
Suzuna let go of Mamori’s hand and seemed oddly angry. “That makes no sense at all! You’re just wasting all that talent for nothing! I hope you’re happy!
[Suzuna] (angrily)
I hope you're happy now
I hope you're happy how you
Hurt your cause forever
I hope you think you're clever!
[Mamori] (angrily)
I hope you're happy
I hope you're happy, too
I hope you're proud how you
Would grovel in submission
To feed your own ambition
[Mamori & Suzuna]
So though I can't imagine how
I hope you're happy right now
Suzuna shook her head. “Mamori, listen to me. Just calm down, we can find a way to work this out.
[Suzuna]
You could have a bigger purpose
That you've worked and waited for
You can have all you ever wanted
Mamori smiled but shook her head. “I know...
[Mamori]
But I don't want it
No, I can't want it
Anymore...
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes, and leap!
It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down! (grabbing her suitcase and walks out into the hall)
[Suzuna] (exasperatedly)
Can't I make you understand?
You're having delusions of grandeur
[Mamori] (shaking her head)
I'm through accepting limits
Cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know! (glances at Hiruma’s room)
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I may have lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
And you can't pull me down
Suzuna noticed the way Mamori was looking at Hiruma’s room. “You’re going to look for Hiruma, aren’t you? He could be anywhere!”
“I may or may not find him,” said Mamori, as she remembered how they had worked together and the promise she had made with him. “But I know if he’s with me, we can make a difference somehow.
[Mamori]
Unlimited
Together we're unlimited
Together we'll be the greatest team
There's ever been
Hiruma...
Dreams, the way we planned them
[Suzuna]
If you work in tandem...
[Mamori & Suzuna]
There's no fight that can’t be won
[Mamori]
The two of us
Defying gravity
With him and I
Defying gravity
They'll never bring us down!
Mamori held on to her suitcase tightly and was about to step outside when Suzuna called out to her. “Wait, Mamo-nee!” Suzuna ran up to her and held her hand, this time more gently. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so terrible lately. I still don’t quite get why you’re doing this, but I won’t stop you. I’ll do my best to support you.
[Suzuna]
I hope you're happy
Now that you're choosing this
Mamori smiled. “You too... I hope you finally realize where you truly belong. And...
[Mamori]
I hope it brings you bliss
[Mamori & Suzuna]
I really hope you get it
And you don't live to regret it
I hope you're happy in the end
I hope you're happy, my friend...
Mamori squeezed Suzuna’s hand tightly, then gave Suzuna a quick hug one last time. Then she ran outside into the darkness. She could still hear the crowd of people chanting to catch Hiruma and kill him. She could even hear a couple of Agon’s boys running up to her dorm and talking to Suzuna, who led them in the wrong direction. She smiled at this, then looked forward into the unknown road before her.
[Mamori]
Though I walk on unknowingly
I’ll look to the western sky!
As someone said before me
"Everyone deserves the chance to fly!"
And if I'm flying solo
At least I'm flying free!
To those who'd ground me
Take a message back from me (runs forward)
Tell them how I am
Defying gravity
I'm flying high
Defying gravity
And they could try to bring me down
But even those who is the cause
Nobody that there is or was
Is ever gonna bring me down!
[Suzuna] (looking out into the darkness sadly)
I hope you're happy!
[Citizens of Deimon]
Go get him, he's wicked!
Get him!
[Mamori]
Bring me down!
[Citizens of Deimon]
No one mourns the wicked
So we've got to bring him
[Mamori]
Whoa-oh!
[Citizens of Deimon]
Down!
Chapter 10 | Chapter 12
Rating: T
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, and as it's a semi-musical based on a not so very popular broadway musical, it can be confusing.
Summary: The Citizens of Deimon are celebrating the death of a man they deemed Wicked. But is there more to it than what it seems? Could something bigger had happened behind the scenes? Semi-based on the Broadway Musical "Wicked" and is a semi-Musical. HiruMamo and SenaSuzu.
Disclaimers: I do not own the characters and the lyrics used here (despite the modifications). They belong to their respective owners!
Notes: Oh shoot. This turned out a lot longer than I hoped. But it was kind of a hard chapter to write. The next one's gonna be tricky too cause I'm still not sure whether to keep a Wicked song in or take it out to make it less cheesy. XD
Anyways, much love to moodylollipop who actually took some time to go through this. Thank you!
Song used is "Defying Gravity" from Wicked. Listen to it here. I cannot express how much I LOVE this song. Lovelovelove it!
"..." - Conversation
Italics - Singing
Bold - Singer
(...) - Actions while singing
~*~
Yukimitsu was in the midst of writing a report in one of the laboratories when Munakata walked in. “Ah, busy as usual I see,” said Munakata as he headed towards one of the cabinets. “What report are you working on this time?”
“Liquids that have the ability to contain magical elements,” replied Yukimitsu, without looking up.
Munakata nodded, thoughtfully, a knowing expression on his face. “That is a tough one.” And then changed the subject in a beat, “So have you heard the news?”
“What news?” asked Yukimitsu, still deeply engrossed with the report. “It better be good, you know I need to hand this in soon.”
“Oh, nothing big then,” Munakata shrugged as he opened one of the cabinets. “Just that you are acquainted with Anezaki Mamori, am I right?”
“Yeah, we studied together back in High School. Why?”
“Well, it seems she’s finally going out with Agon.”
Yukimitsu stopped writing for a moment to stare blankly up at Munakata. “Agon? The ex-Football player?”
“Yes, and a confidant of mine,” said Munakata, as he finally picked up a small bottle and closed the cabinet. “He has taken a keen interest in my work which is rare for a Football player, whether or not he still plays.”
Yukimitsu hardly heard the last few words, “Agon...” he murmured, his pen paused mid-air as he tried to remember what Agon looked like. He had only seen Agon a few times in the newspapers after all. Then his eyes widened. “Agon has dreads...” he whispered to himself, looking straight at Munakata once more.
“Hmm?” said Munakata, unaware of what Yukimitsu was thinking.
“You said that you were studying about the magical powers within certain beings, right?” asked Yukimitsu, forcing his tone to stay light and just mildly interested rather than concerned as he continued to pen his analysis. “You know, one part of the report I’m writing requires me to state whether or not a liquid could contain this certain power that’s being studied... I heard you worked on it so do you mind if I ask for your opinion?”
“Why, sure!” cried Munakata, bottle forgotten as he promptly took a seat beside Yukimitsu. “You know me, always glad to help prove the wonderful powers of science. So what sort of power are we looking at?”
“Celestial powers...” said Yukimitsu, trying to sound as serious as possible.
This was obviously not what Munakata had expected as his expression changed from excitement to surprise and finally serious. “Celestial powers... but there’s no way a mere liquid can contain that.”
“And why is that?” asked Yukimitsu.
“Well, the reason they’re called celestial powers is because the powers are what we believe the angels we define in our mind have,” said Munakata. “It varies from story to story but these celestial powers are the power to heal, fly and especially protect. That’s what they’re most known for.”
“Protect?” Yukimitsu was startled, remembering Mamori and how she discovered her powers back in high school.
“Yup,” said Munakata. “So I highly doubt liquid could contain it. It’s known to be so powerful that anyone who has it never really fully uses it. In other words, they can only use one celestial power in a small amount. If they do more than one, or push their limits with one of the powers, it will, in a sense, consume them. Although this is just a theory. I’ve never seen anyone with celestial powers that strong, but from the cases I have seen, they’re all mostly dormant.”
“Dormant?” Yukimitsu prompted Munakata, attempting to get as much of an explanation out of him as he could.
“Meaning they actually do have the ability to use those powers but it won’t waken... I don’t know how a person can tap into them. But we normally advise them not to as our theories suggest these powers can consume, and practically kill them. So far nothing like that has happened though...”
“Err... thanks,” said Yukimitsu, realizing that he had stopped writing. Thinking he’d had enough of this report, he closed his text and prepared to leave. “Yup, that really helped me with my report. Thanks again.”
“You’re welcome,” said Munakata waved away the gratitude with one hand, picked up the bottle with the other and left the lab.
After clearing up, Yukimitsu quickly left the college grounds and decided he might just have to make a quick stop by Deimon.
In the meantime, Mamori was getting quite annoyed. People would not leave her alone before, during or after classes now. They either wanted to ask her about Hiruma and how he transformed Monta and prompt her for confirmations on how he might have hurt her. Many wanted to talk about how she and Agon were dating now. And among those, some were supportive and said they suited one another, while the others often sneered that Agon was too great for someone like Mamori and she should be grateful he even looked at her.
Almost at the end of her tether, Mamori finally managed to sneak away into the quiet spot under the staircase where she and Hiruma used to meet and sighed as she sat on the cold floor. She was glad that this side of the building was not usually used by most of the students, and relished her little moment of silence before having to rush off to her next class and bear the constant rain of questions and comments.
Trying to talk to Suzuna proved trickier than she had expected. The girl was a lot chirpier now, despite having just broken up with Sena, and no matter how much Mamori tried to get her to talk about Sena she would just look away and change the topic. The cheerleaders were treating her better now but her enthusiasm when she danced and cheered was deteriorating. And no matter how much chirpier she tried to act, Mamori was sure that Suzuna had been crying the nights away because her eyes were noticeably swollen no matter how much make-up she used.
And it was even trickier for Mamori to bring up the topic of Karin when she was supposed to know nothing about her or the fact that she’d disappeared. She had tried asking Agon whether he had met any girls recently besides her, and that proved to be a dumb question as Agon constantly met many other girls though he insisted that Mamori was the best of them all.
She then found an old magazine featuring Karin when she was a Quarterback and tried to bring it up with Agon again. But even then, the all she managed to do was confirm all their suspicions about Agon when he completely dismissed Karin and said she was actually pretty boring. This didn’t add up to what Unsui had said about Agon being interested in Karin before.
With everything leading to a dead end, Mamori just wasn’t sure if she was doing the right thing anymore. Maybe there really was nothing she could do. Shaking her head she told herself, “I can’t give up just yet. I just need to gain more of their trust.” She groaned inwardly at the tohught of having to spend even more time with Agon, but decided she would just have to bear with it for the moment.
As if on cue, her phone rang and she sighed when she saw that it was Agon. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” she said without greeting him.
“I miss you too, sweetie,” he replied, laughing. “Now, you will be over at the cheerleader’s dorm for our little party tonight, right?”
“You’re always skipping classes and having loads of parties,” said Mamori. “Shouldn’t you be doing more important things?”
“I told you before, Mamori, relax. There’s no use in worrying about stuff like that. Why don’t you come over here into my arms? I’m sure you’ll find it very comfortable…” he said seductively.
Mamori cringed. “I’ll be there for the party, but I’m heading to class now.”
“Hey, didn’t I just say-”
“I’ll see you tonight, Agon. Goodbye.” Mamori hung up, trying to hide her annoyance. Playing girlfriend was not as easy as she had expected, with a boyfriend like Agon who constantly called her at almost all times. She got up and headed to class.
Just as she reached a corner, she almost knocked into someone but stopped in time. “Oh, sorry, didn’t see you.”
“Mamori! Just the person that I was looking for!”
Mamori blinked in surprise. “Yukimitsu? What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you actually, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”
“But I have class in a few minutes, can’t it wait?” asked Mamori.
Yukimitsu shook his head. “This really can’t wait. It’s urgent...”
Mamori noted the serious tone of his voice and decided that even though she’d just told Agon off for not attending classes, she may just take a leaf out of his book this once.
Sena was feeling even lonelier of late. Monta had been taken in like the other boy, and there was still no news on whether they’d found a way to change them back. He asked if he could at least visit Monta but since he wasn’t related to Monta, the Professors told him that he was not allowed to see him. Suzuna continued to keep her distance from him, even on the field. And although he caught her glancing at him on a few occasions, she still acted as though he never existed, making things harder than they already were.
After one class he decided he might as well head back when he saw Mamori talking to someone else. He walked up to them and was about to greet them when he heard the other person say, “You might be in serious danger. You really should stay away from Agon.”
Mamori was silent for a moment, and Sena could see she looked really worried. “If what you just said is true then...”
“I’m sure it is, and everything seems to point in that direction. I don’t know what Agon is after but I’m sure he’s after you for that reason, and you can’t let him.”
Mamori sighed. “I understand, but I’m still seeing him tonight. I need to speak to someone.”
The other person nodded, and Sena knew this was the right time to interrupt. “Hey, Mamori, sorry to bother you...”
“Ah, Sena!” Mamori smiled. “It’s no trouble at all. Let me introduce you to Yukimitsu. We were from the same high school.”
Sena shook hands with Yukimitsu. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Sena.
“Oh, why don’t you two exchange numbers, Sena?” Mamori smiled. “Yukimitsu studies magical science so if anything weird comes up you could always call him.”
“Weird?” asked Sena, confused. “Like what?”
“Ah!” cried Yukimitsu, catching on. “Yeah, that’d be a good idea! As Deimon seems to be the centre of all the weird events, I can help out if anything happens.” Yukimitsu pulled out a piece of paper from a notebook he was holding and scribbled on it. “So be sure to call me if anything... ANYTHING happens,” he stressed as he gave the piece of paper to Sena.
Sena took it uncertainly and nodded. Yukimitsu smiled at him and said, “Don’t worry, it’s just a precaution.”
“You’re already starting to sound like a doctor,” joked Mamori.
“I do what I can,” he smiled. “Anyways, I must go. I’m sorry you had to miss class because of me. Take care of yourself,” he nodded at Mamori, then Sena. “You, too, Sena.” And with that, he left.
Once Yukimitsu was out of sight, Sena spoke up. “Is something wrong, Mamori?”
Mamori sighed as she looked at Sena. “Maybe. I’m not quite sure anymore.”
“Are you going to that party tonight in the cheerleader’s dorm?”
“How did you know about that?”
Sena shrugged. “Everyone’s talking about it since it’s Agon’s party. All the cool kids are going and of course, it’s invitation only.”
Mamori frowned. “You really miss her, don’t you?”
Sena looked down as he tried to smile. “I’m not a good liar, am I?”
Mamori suddenly came close to him and hugged him. “I’m sorry,” she said.
Sena squirmed a little uncomfortably in Mamori’s arms but was more surprised by her actions. “W-why are you apologizing?”
“For not being able to help you much in the end,” said Mamori as she pulled away from Sena. “I’ll do my best to talk to Suzuna tonight. Don’t give up just yet. I’m sure there’s a reason behind it and it’s not because she doesn’t want to be with you.”
Sena looked at Mamori who was looking at him solemnly. He then nodded and said, “Thank you, Mamori. I see why she calls you Mamo-nee.”
Mamori blushed faintly as she took a few steps away from him to show that she was about to leave. “It’s in my nature, I suppose. Oh, do let Musashi and Kurita know about tonight’s party. I’ll call them if anything odd happens.”
Sena nodded. “Be careful.”
Mamori smiled in return. “I will. Don’t worry”
The day soon turned to dusk and Mamori decided on a simple blouse and skirt, hoping not to stand out when she was at the party. She grabbed a jacket on her way out as the nights were getting colder lately and stepped out of the dorm. Once outside, she heard a few of Deimon’s citizens gathering, a sight that happened almost every day since Hiruma disappeared.
“We have to find him!” one person cried.
“We have to kill him!” another cried, and they would then discuss possibilities, as well as how to lure him out and capture him. Mamori shook her head and carried on.
When she arrived at the cheerleaders’ dorm, most of them were talking in little clusters around the large hall while a few of the cheerleaders were huddled around Agon, cooing and talking flirtatiously to him, as he nonchalantly lounged, drinking liquor on one of the couches. Mamori sighed at the sight and decided to look for someone else instead.
She found Suzuna sitting by a window all alone, looking out into the dark sky, where the last traces of the sun were now disappearing. “Suzuna...?” Mamori called out.
Suzuna jumped, obviously unaware of her surroundings, her foot landed awkwardly and she fell on her knees. “Ah!” she cried out.
“Suzuna, are you hurt?” cried Mamori as she bent down to help her up.
“I’m fine...” said Suzuna. “Urgh, I get distracted so easily!” she giggled as she slowly got up. “I’m sorry.”
“Suzuna, I really need to talk to you.”
“Not now, Agon’s looking for you!”
“But...” Suzuna began pushing her forward. “Suzuna!” But Suzuna kept pushing Mamori towards the couch until Agon finally noticed her.
“Ah, so you’re already here, my beautiful girlfriend,” said Agon. “Took you long enough.”
Mamori stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “I’m on time. It’s you who spent the whole day here.”
“And you should have been with me the whole day yet you refused,” drawled Agon, looking pretty red in the face. “You really need to learn how to keep up with me. Now sit next to me, the party’s finally gonna begin.”
Mamori shook her head but sat on the couch where some of the cheerleaders moved begrudgingly. Agon pulled her close to him but Mamori almost gagging at the smell of alcohol, pushed him away under the pretext of not feeling well. Agon protested but gave up the moment the music started playing loud and heavy music.
To Mamori’s surprise, Agon suddenly stood and made an announcement in his drunken state. “Thank you all for being here! As promised, I have brought a special entertainment for all of you… as requested,” Agon grinned, then nodded at one of the boys who scurried into another room.
Mamori couldn’t see what the boy had brought out, but she heard shrieks of horror at first, then laughter. And soon the laughter continued to grow, and Mamori was now curious as to what everyone was laughing at. She got off her seat and gasped.
It was a monkey, with a collar around his neck and was being dragged around by a chain. “MUKYA! MUKYA!” the monkey cried in fear and pain as the crowd continued laughing, cheering and passing the poor monkey’s chain from hand to hand until it stood before Agon.
Agon’s grin widened. He walked up to the shivering monkey and murmured. “Did you really think I’d let you off that easily?” Agon placed a hand in his pocket, and Mamori noticed that he was holding something inside it.
Suddenly the monkey let out a high pitched shriek and convulsed in pain. Mamori placed a hand on her mouth in horror reeling from the shrieks that sounded awful, almost human-like…
Then something clicked in Mamori’s mind. She looked at the monkey carefully, heard its cries and let herself be consumed in horror as she realized who the monkey was. “Monta...” she whispered.
But everyone was laughing and even Agon seemed to be enjoying the sight. Mamori saw Suzuna with both hands over her mouth and it was obvious Suzuna knew who the monkey was. In anger, she cried out, “STOP!!”
Agon instantly pulled his hand out of his pocket. The monkey stopped shrieking and slumped wearily on the floor. Mamori ran up to him, crying, “Monta! Monta!”
She approached Monta and held back tears as she saw the sorry state he was in. He had obviously been tortured and was badly wounded. As she tried to place a hand on Monta, he flinched and backed away from her. The crowd gasped and some of the cheerleaders giggled in amusement. “Monta... Monta... It’s me, Mamori...”
Monta looked at her and she could tell he obviously recognized her. But he was ashamed and embarrassed at the state he was in. He wrapped his arms around himself and turned his face away. Mamori got up and took off the jacket she was wearing, and slowly approached Monta. “It’s all right, Monta. I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore. You don’t have to be scared. I’m here now.”
She placed the jacket around Monta, and Monta looked at her. She saw the deep pain and sadness in his eyes, so Mamori knelt down and held him in her arms. “You shouldn’t have had to go through this. It’s all right. Nothing’s going to happen to you anymore.”
Monta made small monkey noises to acknowledge her and then closed his eyes and passed out. She continued holding on to him glaring at the crowd around her, and then she turned all the fury in her stare at Agon. “What is the meaning of this?” she asked him.
“What are you talking about?” asked Agon, not looking at her directly.
“This is a student!” Mamori cried. “One of the boys who got magically transformed! What is he doing here?!”
“He’s a student?” asked Agon in utter surprise as he looked at the boys who brought Monta in. “What is the meaning of this? I asked for a proper monkey, not this!”
“DON’T LIE TO ME!!” Mamori shouted so loud that everyone stood still and even the air was still as everyone watched with bated breath. “You said you were there when Monta transformed! You should have known this was him!”
“He looks just like a monkey,” Agon laughed. “Like every other monkey! How was I to know it was him? He must’ve escaped and-”
“I’m leaving,” said Mamori, as she got up. She picked up Monta and cradled him in her arms. He was heavy but Mamori ignored the strain in her arms as she remembered the sad look in Monta’s eyes. “You can enjoy your stupid party. I want nothing to do with people who think of torturing animals, especially one that is actually human, as entertainment.”
Mamori marched out, Monta still in her arms. Agon looked furious now, and glared at Suzuna. Suzuna let out a small squeak and ran after Mamori.
“Mamo-nee!” she cried, trying to catch up with Mamori who was walking really quickly. “Mamo-nee, please wait!”
Mamori suddenly stopped by the road and continued ignoring Suzuna as she pulled out her phone to make a call. “Yukimitsu, I need your help. One of the boys who got magically transformed is with me and he seemed to have been tortured. What should I do?” There was a short pause. “All right. Thank you, Yukimitsu. I’ll be waiting in front of my dorm. Yes, that’s the one. Thank you.”
Mamori resolutely continued to carry Monta towards the front of her dorm. Suzuna followed quietly, feeling certain that Mamori wouldn’t speak while she carried Monta judging from her heavy breaths. They passed by the Deimon citizens, who were still together protesting. The moment they reached the front of her dorm area, Mamori laid Monta down on the ground carefully and tried to catch her breath.
“Mamo-nee, you should go back to the party,” said Suzuna quietly.
Mamori looked at Suzuna. “Why? So that I can watch them torture more people for their amusement?”
Suzuna winced at the statement. “No, but... Agon looks really mad and I don’t think-”
“I don’t care about Agon!” cried Mamori. “Suzuna, I don’t know why you keep sticking with those kind of people. They’re awful and mean and-”
“And selfish and cruel and self-centered?” Suzuna finished, smiling sadly. “I know. But I have no choice. It’s where I belong.”
“No, it’s not, Suzuna!” cried Mamori. “You don’t belong there! Listen to me, Sena is waiting for you. He loves you and he wants to be with you.”
“I can’t be with Sena anymore...” said Suzuna, looking away from Mamori to hide her frown.
“But why? It’s those cheerleaders, isn’t it? Suzuna, I keep telling you-”
“I just can’t! Okay?” cried Suzuna, her eyes swimming in tears. “I have my reasons...”
Mamori’s anger subsided a little when she looked at Suzuna, who hurriedly wiped her eyes. “He’s waiting for you... Suzuna,” said Mamori, but Suzuna continued looking away, trying to hold back her tears.
At that moment, a car drove up. It was Yukimitsu, he parked by the curb and quickly ran up to Mamori. “Are you all right?” he quickly asked.
Mamori nodded. “I’m fine but it’s Monta that I’m worried about,” she said as she quickly bent down to hold Monta. Yukimitsu quickly followed her and helped her carry Monta into his car. She carefully placed Monta into the backseat and then asked Yukimitsu. “Did you find out who could have gotten Monta out of your college?”
Yukimitsu shook his head. “I called Munakata and he claimed to know nothing.”
“Can’t he press charges against Agon?” cried Mamori. “This boy was traumatized and taken out when he should’ve at least stayed in bed.”
“Mamori, you’re not going to like what I’m about to tell you…” said Yukimitsu. “But they’re not keeping the transformed boys in a bed. They’re keeping them in cages.”
Mamori’s eyes widened in shock. “No... they can’t!”
“They found no way to help return the boys to their natural state and as they lack any form of human knowledge, they’re being treated as animals.”
“MONTA IS NOT AN ANIMAL!” cried Mamori. “I saw the way he looked at me! I saw how he knew who I was! How can they say he has no human knowledge? That’s an obvious lie!”
“I’m sorry,” said Yukimitsu. “But that’s what I’ve heard. Listen, I’ll take Monta to my place and he can rest there. If what you say is true, and that he can understand human speech, I can take care of him. Don’t worry. But until then, please be careful. You just went against Agon. You’re in serious danger right now.”
“I can’t worry about myself,” said Mamori, biting her lip. “Not when I know all this is happening... Just please, please take care of Monta.”
Yukimitsu nodded, and got into his car. “I’ll take care of him. But please, be careful, Mamori.” With that, he drove off.
Mamori just stood at the same spot for a while, and an already uneasy Suzuna began to panic. It was getting colder now and Mamori wasn’t wearing a jacket. She walked up to Mamori slowly. “Mamo-nee, maybe we should just head back to your room?”
Mamori turned to look at Suzuna then hurriedly walked towards her room. Suzuna ran to catch up with her and the moment they entered Mamori’s room, Suzuna thought she would just grab a jacket or just sit down to relax. But Mamori grabbed a suitcase and started packing some clothes and books. “W-what are you doing, Mamo-nee?”
“I’m leaving,” Mamori answered matter-of-factly.
“Leaving? Where?”
“I don’t know, anywhere but here.”
“But... what about your studies?”
“I realize that it isn’t worth studying in a college that obviously doesn’t care enough for their students’ welfare,” said Mamori, as she continued to look through her cabinet. “They’re so afraid of the unknown, of what’s beyond their current understanding and would rather condemn them than accept them. I refuse to stay and just let this be.”
“But what are you going to do?” Suzuna panicked.
“I don’t know... all I know is that I have to leave. There’s just no good in me carrying on with my studies if I’m going to end up just like everyone else.” Mamori closed her suitcase, bringing only her bare minimums and pretty much leaving everything behind.
“But you’re good in your studies! You get top marks! You can do great things if you carry on with what you do!” Suzuna grabbed Mamori’s hand. “Don’t go, Mamo-nee! If you continue studying, maybe you can help change the current views of people and how they treat others like Hiruma and the transformed Monta!”
Mamori stopped for a moment to look at Suzuna. She had a point... but the memory of how Hiruma and Monta were treated filled her with the desire to leave. “I’m sorry, Suzuna. I don’t think changing things is going to be as simple as that. I’m sure they’d force me to do things according to their way, and it would either take me years or I would just be living a lie. I have to do something now. I must go.”
Suzuna let go of Mamori’s hand and seemed oddly angry. “That makes no sense at all! You’re just wasting all that talent for nothing! I hope you’re happy!
[Suzuna] (angrily)
I hope you're happy now
I hope you're happy how you
Hurt your cause forever
I hope you think you're clever!
[Mamori] (angrily)
I hope you're happy
I hope you're happy, too
I hope you're proud how you
Would grovel in submission
To feed your own ambition
[Mamori & Suzuna]
So though I can't imagine how
I hope you're happy right now
Suzuna shook her head. “Mamori, listen to me. Just calm down, we can find a way to work this out.
[Suzuna]
You could have a bigger purpose
That you've worked and waited for
You can have all you ever wanted
Mamori smiled but shook her head. “I know...
[Mamori]
But I don't want it
No, I can't want it
Anymore...
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes, and leap!
It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down! (grabbing her suitcase and walks out into the hall)
[Suzuna] (exasperatedly)
Can't I make you understand?
You're having delusions of grandeur
[Mamori] (shaking her head)
I'm through accepting limits
Cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know! (glances at Hiruma’s room)
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I may have lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!
I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
And you can't pull me down
Suzuna noticed the way Mamori was looking at Hiruma’s room. “You’re going to look for Hiruma, aren’t you? He could be anywhere!”
“I may or may not find him,” said Mamori, as she remembered how they had worked together and the promise she had made with him. “But I know if he’s with me, we can make a difference somehow.
[Mamori]
Unlimited
Together we're unlimited
Together we'll be the greatest team
There's ever been
Hiruma...
Dreams, the way we planned them
[Suzuna]
If you work in tandem...
[Mamori & Suzuna]
There's no fight that can’t be won
[Mamori]
The two of us
Defying gravity
With him and I
Defying gravity
They'll never bring us down!
Mamori held on to her suitcase tightly and was about to step outside when Suzuna called out to her. “Wait, Mamo-nee!” Suzuna ran up to her and held her hand, this time more gently. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so terrible lately. I still don’t quite get why you’re doing this, but I won’t stop you. I’ll do my best to support you.
[Suzuna]
I hope you're happy
Now that you're choosing this
Mamori smiled. “You too... I hope you finally realize where you truly belong. And...
[Mamori]
I hope it brings you bliss
[Mamori & Suzuna]
I really hope you get it
And you don't live to regret it
I hope you're happy in the end
I hope you're happy, my friend...
Mamori squeezed Suzuna’s hand tightly, then gave Suzuna a quick hug one last time. Then she ran outside into the darkness. She could still hear the crowd of people chanting to catch Hiruma and kill him. She could even hear a couple of Agon’s boys running up to her dorm and talking to Suzuna, who led them in the wrong direction. She smiled at this, then looked forward into the unknown road before her.
[Mamori]
Though I walk on unknowingly
I’ll look to the western sky!
As someone said before me
"Everyone deserves the chance to fly!"
And if I'm flying solo
At least I'm flying free!
To those who'd ground me
Take a message back from me (runs forward)
Tell them how I am
Defying gravity
I'm flying high
Defying gravity
And they could try to bring me down
But even those who is the cause
Nobody that there is or was
Is ever gonna bring me down!
[Suzuna] (looking out into the darkness sadly)
I hope you're happy!
[Citizens of Deimon]
Go get him, he's wicked!
Get him!
[Mamori]
Bring me down!
[Citizens of Deimon]
No one mourns the wicked
So we've got to bring him
[Mamori]
Whoa-oh!
[Citizens of Deimon]
Down!
Chapter 10 | Chapter 12