The fading stars case - part I
☆ characters: obscuary ghouls & you ☆ genre: tokyo debunker au, undercover investigation au ☆ warnings: lack of confidence, mention of curses and death ☆ summary: rumors say that idols of a new survival show are acting out of character on set; it’s up to you and the obscuary ghouls to figure out whether it’s just stress or it's an anomaly that is behind their drastic behavioural changes ☆ words: 12,2k ☆ also: i would like to wish a very happy, happy, HAPPY NAMEDAY to ♥ @dat-town ♥ this year as well! darling, are you surprised that i managed to make this post in time in the end? because i am. haha. i hope you have a wonderful day today, and that you will be able to make this day a little more special despite the 30th of april being a weekday this time around. anyway, i just want to remind you that i love you to the moon and back. ♥
On the day you had been cursed by the Kyklos, you had been sucked into a world straight out of a fantasy book that most people read for their own entertainment. For starters, your new temporary home, the Darkwick Academy, had an unquestionably similar vibe to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with its various houses that each student was assigned to by the institute’s own equivalent to the infamous Sorting Hat. Sure, the general students were all non-magical people, but every house had two or four special admission students who, in exchange, were extraordinary. They healed faster than normal people, they were stronger than normal people, and they also possessed something called a stigma, which was pretty much a personalised magic spell (as far as you could tell).
These special admission students were also known as ghouls. According to some prophecy, they were champions destined to protect the world - an idea that Chancellor Cornelius along with many of the professors did openly support. However, the general opinion about them on campus was rather negative. Most ghouls were deemed dangerous, and there were barely any non-magical students who were willing to be friends with them unless they had a personal interest in a specific ghoul. (Most of them were fairly handsome, after all.)
What had been your first impression of them?
It had been that Hoshibami Taiga was a predator ready to dig his sharp, shark-like teeth into your soft flesh and chew it off your bones. You had thought that Romeo Lucci was a lunatic who preferred to use his sniper rifle first and ask the necessary questions later. You had been convinced that Haku was your lifeline.
Then, you had made friends with many of them and your fear and overwhelming discomfort had subsided tremendously.
With each mission you had been sent on as an inspector, whose memories couldn’t have been altered by the mesmer matches, you had realised that they were just like everybody else your age. They had hobbies like posting on social media, playing video games and cooking. They complained about homework and had their own reasons for laughing and struggling. Some of them matched your vibe and were easy to talk to, while others were clashing with you at every chance they got.
They had once made a deal with a demon and survived. They were anomalies according to the rules of the world they lived in. Still, on days when reality hit you especially hard and you were overwhelmed with anxiety because of how inevitable your own turning seemed to be, these ghouls felt more warm and human to you than anyone else.
The bond you were slowly building with them tied you to the resemblance of normalcy. They created a space where you could complain about exams and enjoy a cup of hot coffee with cream before pulling an all-nighter. They encouraged you when you were feeling down, asked for your advice and opinion, and they also included you in their group activities when they were allowed to enjoy themselves during the downtime of their missions.
You had never thought of trying the insta-famous spicy donuts until Alan had bought a box for you and the two other Vagastrom ghouls during your last mission. It had tasted disgusting, but the memory never failed to bring a smile to your face.
‘It is really delicious, is it not? I’m glad we could grab some today. It was sold out whenever I came by last week,’ Kagami-san exclaimed with a shy smile, his lips perfectly clean despite the packed hot-dog he was holding in his hands.
You looked down at your own lunch, a mix of ketchup and mayonnaise soaking your fingers now that a piece of chopped boiled egg landed on your lap. Sho had been super generous when he had prepared your orders, stuffing the hot dogs full with cheese sausage, vegetables and two different sauces. It was beyond you how someone could look as graceful as the Hotarubi captain did while they were eating something so massive.
‘It is! But I might need extra napkins,’ you said between two bites, mortified when your nose bumped into another piece of fresh cucumber, successfully pushing more food onto the ground and your uniform. You groaned as you swallowed the rest. ‘A lot of extra napkins…’
‘Senpai! Your lemonades,’ Sho jogged up to the two of you with your drinks, his lopsided smile almost apologetic as he handed one of the plastic bottles first to Kagami-san, then to you.
‘Thanks, Sho. Do you think I could—’
‘Here.’ He took a bunch of napkins out of his apron pocket, chuckling at the face you made when he wiped the sauce off your nose with them. ‘I will think of a more convenient way to pack these. Until then, I might try to order bigger buns,’ Sho pondered. He lifted his left hand and scratched his nape as he was thinking, his gaze shifting from you to Kagami-san.
‘Attention! Attention, please!’ The chancellor’s familiar voice filled the campus, pulling all three of you out of your thoughts, although you weren’t that immersed in Sho’s impromptu brainstorming to begin with. For one, you weren’t a good cook. You could make cup ramen and simple yet filling sandwiches, but you had always enjoyed eating more than spending your time on the preparations. Therefore, you didn’t think that your input would have been that valuable.
Instinctively, you turned towards the nearest loudspeaker and shoved the rest of your lunch into your mouth in one go as if you had known: whatever was going on, it must have been connected to you somehow. After all, these days, it always was.
‘Y/N-san, please report to the staffroom immediately!’ The announcement kept going on and on, not going into too much detail as usual, but making sure the message got to you regardless of your location. ‘I repeat: Y/N-san, please report to the staffroom immediately!’
You let out a resigned sigh and wiped the bun crumbs and vegetable pieces off your skirt. As you stood up from the bench that was placed beside Sho’s food truck, you bowed your head in a silent goodbye to both boys.
‘Again? You’ve just finished your last mission with us last week.’ Sho furrowed his eyebrows, his facial expressions more upset than worried unlike in Kagami-san’s case who seemed quite concerned about the frequency you were called into the staffroom lately.
You forced a small smile on your face to ease the sudden tension and did your best to seem unbothered by the possibility of another draining mission in your packed schedule.
‘It’s okay, it’s not like I’m contributing that much to these missions. Most of the time, I’m just a regular inspector,’ you shrugged, bitter about the truth behind each word that fell from your lips.
When you had been given your first few missions with the ghouls, you had been determined to find the cure for your curse that was hanging above your head like a sharpened blade, but ever since that incident with Sho when you had failed to increase his power with the sage ring on your finger, your doubts in your alleged power made you hesitant. You were supposed to be able to amplify the stigma of a ghoul with a single touch, so why had it not been working that time? If you had made the same mistake again, could your presence have put the whole team in more danger?
You linked your arms behind your back and squeezed your right wrist with the slim fingers on your left hand. Even though you couldn’t see any pity on either of their faces, your own incompetence made you feel smaller, which you couldn’t help. Even before you had been forced into your new living situation, you hadn’t been the most confident person out there, so whenever you were called stupid and ignorant, whenever you had gotten a C or below on your quizzes, and whenever you signed a case report where the anomaly was labelled destroyed instead of captured, you got a little less hopeful.
Useless.
Sho patted your shoulder and Kagami-kun gave you an encouraging smile. You tried harder for them and reciprocated it.
‘I am not sure if it means anything, but you are a very good inspector,’ Kagami-san spoke quietly, his shy demeanor bringing a genuine smile to your face. He was always so kind and gentle, you really liked being around him. ‘Other inspectors might never say it aloud, but they see us as monsters. They know we heal faster, so they do not care much whether we get injured until the wounds are not life-threatening. They are also very suspicious of every decision we try to make on the spot, without contacting the academy first,’ he explained like he was reading an article instead of talking about his personal experience with these people.
You bit into your lower lip, hurt by the mistreatment these ghouls had to put up with while they were expected to solve the most difficult cases around Tokyo without any complaints. It was unfair.
‘Well, those inspectors are mistaken. You are no monsters. And if they want you to keep risking your live—’
‘I repeat: Y/N-san, please report to the staffroom immediately!’
You were cut off mid-sentence, and you swallowed the rest of your monologue. The chancellor was clearly impatient, so it might have been about a more important matter than you had initially thought.
You straightened your back and gave the boys a clumsy 90 degree bow while wishing them a nice rest of the lunchbreak.
As you were rushing towards the main building, you could hear them talking about you, but their voices soon got too far from you to pick up on the meaning of their words.
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Inside the staffroom, Chancellor Cornelius and Professor Moby were already waiting for you with a case report in hand. First, they gave you a quick briefing like they usually did before a new mission, then they asked you to inform the Obscuary ghouls about your scheduled departure the following early morning. You just nodded and walked out the door.
Before and after your first couple of missions, you had jumped on every opportunity you had gotten to inquire about the progress that the academy might have made on finding a cure for your predicament, but you didn’t waste your breath on questions such as “How is this mission connected to the Kyklos curse?” anymore. A part of you wanted to believe that they would have informed you if they had found something. Another part of you simply didn’t want to hear the same, disappointing answer over and over again.
You let out a sigh and fished your phone out of your pocket. By now, you had a group chat with every ghoul of each house on campus, thus you opened the one with the Obscuary ghouls in it and told them that you were on your way to their dorm. As you were trying to summarise your next mission in one sentence to them, you let your mind wander, wondering why it was their team this task was assigned to despite how the entertainment industry suited the Dionysia ghouls more in your opinion, but then you remembered. Genkai Shion was a ticking time bomb on two legs. At a location where the cameras were rolling almost 24/7, his mere existence would have been a risk no sane person would have dared to take.
You chuckled at the thought of Shion using his stigma during a live broadcast just to spite the higher ups, then you remembered that time he had exchanged the phone in your hand with a frog that he had been holding onto and frowned. Kamurai senpai had advised you to keep your distance from the Dionysia ghouls, and while you did think Shion could come off as super intimidating (and that the captain of Frostheim was only looking out for you), you weren’t sure that they were that bad. Chaotic? Absolutely. But full of mal intent?
A single mission was hardly enough to make a fair judgement on their character.
‘Y/N-chan! This way, this way! What a nice surprise!’ Rui’s welcoming voice came from the garden in front of their rustic dorm building, his smile genuinely happy due to your arrival.
You waved to him with the case report in your hand and told him that you had already texted them in the group chat about the mission you had been assigned to.
‘Ah, I’m sorry! My phone must have been on mute,’ he apologised quickly, wiping his dirty hands in his apron. ‘Just give me a sec and I’ll wrap things up here. Lyca’s in his room, reading. If you would be so kind to call him down to the bar, I’ll drag Ed-san out of his bed, too,’ he said, the corners of his lips curling upwards as he showed you one of his kind smiles. Those ones that made many girls on campus fall for him despite him being a ghoul.
‘Sure, no problem at all,’ you reassured him, and asked him to feel free to take his time since the mission itself wouldn’t start until dawn. The four of you had more than twelve hours to get familiarised with the details, form a strategy and reach the shooting location.
With a small nod, you said your temporary goodbye and walked inside the Obscuary dorm. By now, you were familiar with both this building that sometimes served as a hotel, both the bar where Rui sold his anomalous plant-based cocktails, therefore you walked towards the first floor with ease, taking step after step on the stairs with an excited heart. If you could have chosen, you would have only taken missions that were surely related to your survival; however, it was hard to deny that leaving the Darkwick campus always filled you with thrill. Maybe, because despite the awaiting danger, it made you feel as though your golden cage was open.
As though you weren’t in a gilded prison already, waiting to turn into a vicious anomaly and be killed by those very people who had promised to protect you.
Had the academy personnel ever promised you such a thing? Or was it all only in your head?
You gulped when you reached Lyca’s room and knocked on his door. Since the werewolf ghoul was familiar with your scent and Rui was usually on top of everything that related to his house and the people in it, you didn’t feel the need to knock for a second time. Instead, you waited patiently until the boy opened the door.
Which he did soon enough, without wasting his time on fixing his dishevelled uniform and messy hair.
‘Hi!’ You greeted him shyly, unsure whether you should have pointed out the state he was in or you should have just let it go since he was at home, anyway. You also didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable when you genuinely believed the two of you had grown closer in the past weeks. ‘We got a new mission. Rui wants to discuss the details in the bar.’
‘A mission? Oh…’ Lyca’s question lost enthusiasm by the end of it, his conflicted feelings written all over his face. You pressed your lips into a thin line and tried to look for a way to ease the growing tension, but your words failed you.
You understood the boy’s reluctance to go on another mission after what had happened at the Karuizawa Resort with Mr. Goto. The overwhelming feeling of betrayal and helplessness would have made anyone think twice whether they were able to spread their wings out there in the harsh reality. On the other hand, in order to be able to meet Neros again, you knew just how determined Lyca was to become a part of society. These missions outside of the campus were his best chances for fast improvement.
‘Sure. Let’s go, I guess,’ he decided before you reached the end of your train of thoughts, then he closed his door and started to walk towards the bar where he worked part-time from time to time to practice social interactions.
You nodded and followed him wordlessly, only asking him about the book he was reading when you were back on the ground floor, and he waited for you to catch up with his longer and faster steps.
In the bar, Lyca offered to make you a non-alcoholic cocktail, and after a brief contemplation, you accepted his kindness so that he could practice without the unavoidable pressure of paying customers. Not that you really thought Rui would have let his regulars harass the newest addition to the Obscuary House, but one could never know with people like Romeo Lucci around.
It took the rest of the ghouls two glasses of something sweet with fluorescent flowers on top to arrive, and when they did, they both greeted you with a small smile before they inquired about the case report on the counter.
You cleared your throat and wiped your damp palms into your skirt. Then, you picked up the necessary documents and started to read aloud, occasionally filling in the gaps with some of the unofficial information that you had been given in the staffroom.
Long story short, according to numerous anonymous sources, promising rookie idols were losing their drive during the shooting of a new survival show in which they should have promoted their own groups to gain more fans. The Institute suspected an anomalous entity behind the sudden, weird changes in the participants’ behaviour and requested the Darkwick Academy ghouls to do further investigation.
‘What’s a survival show?’ Lyca broke the silence first, and he tilted his head sideways while he was waiting for an explanation.
‘It’s a tv show where people compete against each other through various types of challenges and face weekly eliminations to win a prize. Since in this case, the participants are already part of idol groups, their performance can affect their group’s reputation. Meaning, the longer they survive, the more opportunities they get to advertise themselves,’ Rui gave the youngest a detailed explanation while you nodded approvingly.
‘That’s also the reason why Professor Moby implied that we should start the investigation with digging up some more information on the first eliminated idol. Apparently, the strange happening on set started the day after he was officially out,’ you chirped in, reciting what you had heard in the staffroom.
‘Hm…’ Ed-san made himself comfortable on the chair next to you, turning towards you with his entire upper body. ‘The young man looked pretty upset about the decision in the behind the scenes videos,’ he nodded to himself, and while he clearly agreed with the deduction based on what he was saying, his tone sounded a tad bit skeptical.
‘Wait, Ed-san!’ You caught up with the meaning behind his words a second after Rui.
‘Are you watching this show, Ed-san?’ The blond guy asked, earning a long, affirmative hum from the Obscuary captain as an answer.
‘The challenges are quite up to my liking,’ the vampire said then added: ‘I’m also following Kishimoto Haruka-san’s personal channel, he is one of the emcees of the show.’
Since you weren’t that active on any social media platforms (things like TikTok and Youtube seemed such a waste of time compared to the books on curses and anomalies now that you had only a few months left to keep your humanity), the emcee’s name didn’t ring any bells. But you remembered that one time when Ed-san had mentioned that he was saving money for a streamer he liked, so this new piece of information didn’t surprise you at all.
‘Ed-san, what else do you know about the eliminated idol?’ Rui inquired immediately, before the discussion could have gone off topic too much. You reached over the counter and poked Lyca’s hand to get his attention. Then, you pointed at the notepads and pens next to the cash register, asking him silently to give them to you, so that you could have jotted down whatever Ed-san had to say.
‘Not much, he wasn’t that interesting,’ the Obscuary captain shrugged, answering flatly. ‘The only reason I remember him is because he was acting rather uncultured in the behind the scenes videos that were trending after he had gotten voted out,’ Ed-san explained as you wrote “uncultured” and “personal conflict?” beside the main suspect’s name on the case report.
‘What’s his name?’
Ed-san claimed that his memory wasn’t as good as it had used to be; meanwhile, you pointed at the kanji characters on the paper and read them out loud.
‘Yuuki Tatsuya, stage name: Yuuki,’ the words fell from your lips quickly before you looked up from the paper and let your gaze slide to Rui’s standing figure.
The vice-captain of the Obscuary House was typing something on his phone’s keyboard, then groaned. He repeated the same process a couple of times, then turned towards the three of you with a deep furrow between his eyebrows.
‘I can’t find any of the videos,’ Rui told you, trying a few more times before he completely gave up on them. ‘Could it be the Institute’s doing? Was an actual anomaly caught on camera or something?’
You wrote down the question under your previous notes and circled it two times.
‘I’m not sure. It was a video of him throwing a tantrum on set, fighting with some of the staff members. The audio wasn’t high quality and the background music made it hard even for me to tell what they were arguing about.’
‘Could he have been angry about the votes? Maybe he thought it was unfair that he had to leave so soon,’ you gave your two cents into the conversation, unsure whether your shots in the dark could have been any help when you weren’t familiar either with the survival show or the idol in question. Still, most people didn’t take losing easily. So could Yuuki Tatsuya’s pride have been hurt so badly during the shooting that he had completely forgotten about the negative consequences, which he and his group would have to face if he had acted rude in front of an audience? ‘Or maybe not? Whatever there was in that video, it could have been taken out of context, so… He is a rookie idol, he must have been aware of… But sometimes people just cannot help it and…’
You lost confidence in the middle of your reasoning, so you bit back the rest of your uselessly long monologue and glanced at the case report as though the lines written on it could have backed you up somehow.
‘Human nature is really fascinating, indeed. It’s not impossible that the young man blew up in spite of knowing the inevitable consequences. Sometimes people jump in front of bullets even when they know the bullets can kill them,’ Ed-san said, and while you didn’t exactly understand how the last part of his pondering was related to Yuuki Tatsuya’s vanished scandal, you did not feel the need to pull the vampire’s attention to your incompetent comprehension skills.
Luckily, before your silence could have become too heavy (and your habit of fidgeting with the case report too noticeable), Lyca expressed his own confusion and all the attention was diverted from you to him and Rui, who was kind enough to translate from Japanese to simple Japanese for the werewolf.
When their conversation turned into childish bickering and all the remaining tension left your body, you cleared your throat and reminded the ghouls that you would have to leave the campus in the early morning. Thus, the four of you agreed on a concrete time and location (5am, in front of the Galaxy Express station) and wrapped up your meeting.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back to your dorm?’ Rui asked you when you shoved the case report into your bag and started to walk towards the door.
‘It’s still early, I’ll be fine, don’t worry,’ you declined his offer, not necessarily because his kindness made you feel uncomfortable (it didn’t, not anymore), but because you didn’t want to put more on his plate when he was already doing so much. He had to make sure that both Lyca and Ed-san would be ready to depart first thing tomorrow morning, inform his regulars about the temporary closure of his bar, make additional precautions so the Sinostra students wouldn’t steal his things from the basement again in his absence, etc. Rui’s to-do list before an off-campus mission was always neverending, especially with the usual, permanent tasks on it such as cooking dinner and doing the laundry, which seemed to be a part of his job as the only socially functioning member of his house.
‘It’s not just about worry. I like walking you to your dorm,’ the blond ghoul objected, his soft smile a bit lopsided as he lifted his hand and scratched his nape.
You reciprocated his smile and bid your goodbye before you could have gotten tempted, hoping that you didn’t come off rude just because you didn’t want to become another person in his life whom he had to look after.
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Waking up at the crack of dawn was hard, although you had gone to bed early the previous night to make things easier for yourself. It was just… There was something in being active before sunrise that didn’t match with you. Your limbs felt heavy and your body unwilling when you dragged yourself out of your bed.
‘Good morning, Y/N-chan!’ Rui’s greeting made you snap your head in his direction on instinct, your yawn so wide, it made your eyes tear up as you took in the trio in front of the train station.
‘Morning!’ You mumbled, grateful for the thermos that Rui pushed into your hands, the hot steam from the metal bottle warming up your cheeks that were red from the early morning chill. ‘Thank you!’
You spent the first five minutes of the ride sipping on your freshly made coffee while you were listening to Rui reminding Lyca of how he should have kept his opinion to himself and lied low on set since the Institute’s connections couldn’t make any of you untouchable. The entertainment industry had many unwritten rules and breaking them would have undoubtedly hindered your investigation gravely.
Lyca grimaced, but didn’t object much.
‘Here are your ID cards. Y/N-chan, you will be an assistant makeup artist,’ Rui handed you an ID badge holder, which you put on your neck without giving too much attention to your professional-looking photo. You had never liked looking at pictures of yourself. ‘Lyca and I will help the catering team, while Ed-san will be an assistant stylist. We received credible recommendations, so our qualifications and presence on set won’t be questioned, but try to avoid making big mistakes. As I said, let’s all keep a low profile.’
‘Understood,’ you lifted your empty hand up for a ganbaru, expressing your determination to do your best despite the inevitable obstacles in your way such as your basic makeup skills and shy demeanor, which might not have been the best fit for the entertainment industry. Still, acting as a strict prison guard was far from your everyday personality, too, and you had still managed to pull that off somehow during your last mission with Vagastrom.
Despite the lush greenery on set and the relaxing atmosphere of the shooting location, the new idol survival show was actually produced in the heart of Tokyo, in a studio that was a quick, ten-minute walk from the nearest Galaxy Express station in Shibuya. A year ago, you had visited this district quite frequently with your university friends on the weekends, but now, as you were following the Obscuary ghouls down the streets at the crack of dawn, those times felt like they were memories from a different lifetime.
You pulled the padded jacket tighter around your frame and sped up your steps.
Once you showed your ID badges to the security guards at the front gates and signed the necessary documents, you were allowed to enter the studio as easily as you had been promised. Not a single soul questioned your presence, and you were given a quick tour by your supervisor upon arrival as though introducing you to your future team members was a task on his to-do list: something he needed to get over with first thing in the morning if he wanted to start his real work as soon as possible.
You didn’t blame the guy for his lack of enthusiasm while he was leading you to the small changing room where you would spend most of your time. It was still early and the rules you had to follow were all written in your contract, anyway.
‘If you have any questions, it’s best to ask your team members. They are the ones you will work with, after all,’ your supervisor informed you flatly; however, despite his tone, he still made sure to give you his number just in case you needed him. ‘I might not be able to pick up the phone on the first ring, since I’m responsible for every team’s coordination. But if you leave a message, I will make sure to get back to you asap.’
‘Thank you, Kirigaya-san,’ you bowed out of respect, then watched as he led the rest of the guys to their own respective groups.
You straightened your back and took a deep breath. Then, you walked up to the other makeup artists and asked them if you could have helped them with anything since you had been advised to focus on helping them out with miscellaneous tasks on your first couple of days. Their requests kept coming, and before you realised, it was already way after lunch time.
‘Y/N-chan!’ Rui’s voice came from behind you, and you stopped in your tracks, hands full of lattes and coffee macchiatos. ‘Do you need any help? Have you eaten yet?’
‘Here…’ Lyca scratched his nape bashfully as he lifted up the plastic food containers in his other hand. ‘You like chicken more than beef, right? Suba said that we have to keep others’ preferences in mind when we give something to them instead of focusing on what we like,’ he explained, reciting the lesson that he had learned from his senpai.
You smiled at him gratefully.
‘Just give me a moment, Lyca. I need to deliver these to my team,’ you said, showing him the cups in your hand by lifting them up just a little. The paper box you were carrying contained four cups, so it wasn’t that heavy. Still, you didn’t want to risk breaking the box and spilling the drinks with your carelessness. ‘Let’s meet in the communal kitchen in five,’ you added before you rushed to your assigned changing room.
Although you couldn’t have said that you enjoyed being an errand girl, a part of you was glad that you didn’t have to show off your non-existent makeup skills just yet. Sure, blending the foundation into the skin and applying mascara weren’t that difficult in themselves, but to pick up the right brush at first try when the number of options seemed to be endless on the vanity table felt a tad bit stressful. You wanted to avoid real work until as long as it was possible.
‘Are they bullying you?’ Lyca’s unfiltered question came before you could have taken the first bite from your lunch, and your hands froze mid-motion as you shifted your gaze from the plastic box to the werewolf. ‘I can put them back to their places if they—’
‘No!’ You cut him off in a high-pitched voice, gaining the attention of not only the two boys but some of the other staff members, too. Groaning, your head fell forwards and your limbs got tense. ‘I’m not being bullied. I asked for these tasks.’
‘I-I… I didn’t mean to upset you, I…’ Lyca’s anxious answer came out clumsily, the panic loud and clear in his eyes. If he had been an anime character, you might have been able to see his sweat running down his temples, that was how freaked out he looked.
You felt bad about raising your voice.
‘I’m not upset, it’s just… Thank you, for looking out for me, but I can manage this much. My team members are very friendly, actually. And super chatty!’ You said, finally composing yourself enough to open the food container and pick up your utensils. The smell of braised chicken, steamed vegetables and jasmine rice hit you right in the face. ‘I asked them about Yuuki Tatsuya, but it seems that none of them had any conflicts with him. On the contrary, Sakura-san said that he was one of the less difficult ones.’
‘Use your spoon!’ Rui reminded Lyca before he leaned against the backrest of his chair and took a sip from his soda. He tapped his chin a few times, clearly deep in thoughts while you were munching on your lunch, waiting. ‘Could they have been instructed to not spread any rumours?’ He asked after a while, making you think back on your conversations with the makeup team.
As far as you could tell, none of your team members had been hesitant to answer your silly questions. In fact, they had been happy to fill in the silence with mindless chatting while you had been waiting for the next idols to take a seat in the chairs in front of the vanity tables. When you had first heard that you would be a part of the production team, you hadn’t thought people had so much downtime between certain scenes.
(Or that the contestants of a survival show had a detailed script to follow, just like any actors and actresses would have had during a real drama’s shooting.)
‘Might have been, but they didn’t seem that reluctant to talk about the crew members and the idols on set,’ you said between two bites, earning a nod from Rui.
‘And the idols don’t put that much effort into concealing their real personalities, either, now that I think about it.’
‘They are trash. They complain about everything and think that we are their servants,’ Lyca gave his two cents, clearly annoyed with the work he had been given. Though, since you hadn’t heard about any commotion from that morning, you assumed that he was following Rui’s instructions as best as he could. His efforts made you feel proud of him, but you held yourself back and didn’t compliment him or patted him on the head.
For one, you didn’t want to make a big deal out of it and make him self-conscious. For two, he hated to be treated like and called a dog, and a head pat might have given him the wrong idea.
‘Some of them are a bit full of themselves, that’s true. But most of them look humble. I mean… It is in our job description that we have to serve them,’ Rui pointed out and you hummed along, because you shared the same opinion. You hadn’t interacted with many idols so far, but those you had encountered weren’t worse than you had expected them to be.
‘Where’s Ed-san, by the way?’
‘That moth-eaten casanova said his arms are too tired from carrying all those clothes, so he decided to skip lunch and look for a place where he can rest,’ Lyca said, licking his fingers squeaky clean with much delight in spite of Rui’s quiet scolding. They were like father and son, their dynamics way too entertaining at times like this to not giggle at the sight of them.
Someone opened the door to the communal kitchen with enough force to make a sound and you flinched when the handle crashed into the wall.
‘Ah! Mizuki-san! I was looking for you everywhere!’ One of the female staff members said. Her cheery smile was a bit too wide for your taste, not that your opinion mattered that much.
Rui was silent for a second before he stood up and waved at the woman. His characteristic, charming personality felt both familiar and unfamiliar as you watched the two of them from your chair, joking about their moody supervisor and all that work that was waiting for them to be done.
‘Lyca-kun! Please, come to the food truck in the back when you finish your lunch,’ the woman requested with a less bright but still somewhat sweet smile, which raised red flags in your mind and put a sour expression on your face.
You shoved a spoonful of rice into your mouth to make it go away.
Lyca didn’t speed up his tempo just nodded. He kept most of his focus on the food and mumbled under his nose with displeasure before he asked you whether you wanted to finish Rui’s food. When he realised that he could have it along with the drink the blond boy had barely drunk from, Lyca became a bit more cheery, which was cute.
The two of you agreed to meet in front of the gates when you finished work, and he promised to inform his house mates before he offered to throw your empty food container into the trash with Rui’s and his own.
You thanked him and stayed in the communal kitchen for a few extra minutes. You brewed yourself a cheap coffee with cream because you hadn’t bought yourself a fancy one from the food truck outside when you had gone on your coffee run for your team. Then, you got back to work.
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By the third day, you felt like you had successfully adjusted to the unique atmosphere on set. You wouldn’t have said that you had made any real friends, but you got along well with your coworkers, and they never shamed you for making mistakes with the professional tools. In fact, Sakura-san was more than happy to take on more responsibility while you assisted her and the rest of them with minor things, such as looking for the right shade of lipstick in the endless sea of lip products on the counter.
‘Hey there, pretty! Do you think I can ask you for a small favour before the others are back?’ A deep, husky voice came from behind you, and you spin around on the balls of your feet at the speed of lightning. As though your conscience wasn’t clean despite not doing anything bad or suspicious. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.’
You shook your head frantically, then somewhere around halfways, you lifted your hands in front of your chest and started to shake those, too.
‘I’m not scared. I’m just a little surprised, that’s all,’ you objected, partly because you didn’t want another person to perceive you as a weakling. Partly, because you really, truly weren’t afraid of him.
Of the anomaly behind the weird behaviour changes that you still yet to see with your own two eyes? Absolutely! Of men your age who were surrounded by cameras and to whom, one mistake could have cost their dream (and income)? Not really.
‘Cool,’ the chestnut brown haired guy smiled at you happily as he took a seat on the empty chair between you and the vanity table. ‘About that favour I mentioned…’ He leaned close to the makeup products that were categorized by types, shades and undertones, then he pointed at an eyeshadow palette that contained colours that were a lot more vibrant than the carefully picked colours on his eyelids. ‘Could you please re-do my eye makeup with this?’
You furrowed your eyebrows, quite sure that giving in to this idol’s wishes would cause you a lot of trouble in the future with your team.
You told him this much as nicely as possible.
‘Oh, come on! Sakura-chan did the same for Minato senpai. This would only make things a bit more fair,’ the idol insisted, and while you were determined to stand your ground, when he turned towards you with his full body and tilted his head sideways, you couldn’t not laugh at his cutesy facial expressions. ‘Pleeeease~ Just this once, Y/N-chan!’
You narrowed your eyes and counted to three, seven, ten, before you let our a resigned sigh. If what he had said about Sakura-san was true, and certain idols did get special treatment from certain crew members, then maybe…
‘Fine! But let’s not use the blue ones, the last thing you want is me giving you a fake bruise ten minutes before shooting,’ you compromised and took two steps closer to the vanity table so that you could search for the right palette from a comfortable distance.
‘Whatever you say, pretty,’ the idol agreed easily, the cringe nickname he had picked for you making you feel weird even though the door to your changing room wasn’t closed, so you couldn’t have said that you were stuck with him inside a closed space.
You picked up a neutral palette with strong, shimmery pigments and reached out for a small brush.
‘I think these would make you look like fairies,’ you brainstormed aloud, voice a lot more confident than how you felt inside. You had seen Korean idols wearing similar makeup before, so you knew “girly” colours and products could look fabulous on boys, too, but it had been a while since you had followed any local bands actively, so you weren’t a hundred percent convinced that the audience was ready for it. Still, as someone who had a soft spot for pretty boys, you would have liked to give it a try.
‘I trust your judgement, so please, have me in your capable hands,’ the idol smiled up at you with that sweet smile that could have charmed anyone easily in front of the tv, then he closed his eyes and made himself more comfortable in his chair.
Your grip got firmer around the makeup brush as you popped the palette open and started to apply the extra layer of eyeshadow. Luckily, the base makeup had already been put on his flawless skin and the original eye makeup had also been neatly done, so you really didn’t have to have much talent to comply with the boy’s request.
Looking at his long eyelashes, you wondered how Rui would have looked with pale ruby glitters on his eyelids or under his eyes. Absolutely stunning.
‘Woah! It looks amazing, pretty!’ You pulled away from the idol and cleared your throat, a hint of a proud smile hiding in the corner of your mouth as you watched him check himself out in the mirror.
You caught a glimpse at a camera and snapped your head in the door’s direction so quickly it hurt. Someone was taking photos of your interaction, but you couldn’t see the photographer’s face due to the Canon in her hands.
When you took a step towards the door, the idol grabbed your hand and pulled you back with a satisfied grin on his face. He shoved his hand in his jacket pocket and gave you a small bag of custard buns. You looked up at him, confused.
‘It was meant to be a bribe anyway. I need to pay attention to my weight,’ he said before he patted you on the shoulder and left the changing room.
You kept your gaze on the sweets and fished a fist-sized bun out of the bag. It was filled with delicious, pandan custard, which you quite liked actually. Munching on your reward, you shifted your gaze to the hallway where the idol had disappeared. There, you couldn’t see the woman with the professional camera anymore, either, but there were many others who were fussing over the contestants whose scenes were about to be shot.
It looked exhausting, standing under the blinding spotlight.
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That evening, once the shooting was over, you agreed to stop by one of the nearby yakisoba places instead of heading straight to the Galaxy Express station. Apparently, the people at the catering team had been talking about yakisoba the whole morning and the young werewolf had failed to get it out of his head for the rest of the day.
‘Are we even allowed to stay out longer?’ You raised your concern, aware that it was very much in the academy’s power to monitor your movements whenever you entered and exited the campus. For one, to be able to get on the Galaxy Express, you had to use a specific app on your phone that no ordinary person had access to: Catsmo.
‘Don’t worry, Y/N-chan. Ed-san will take full responsibility for our detour. And it’s not like we’re doing anything that’s against Darkwick’s policies,’ Rui was quick to assure you, and his warm smile was enough to put your heart at ease.
Obviously, you knew that you weren’t going against either the Institute or the Academy with eating off-campus, but these days you just couldn’t shake off the feeling that the smallest mistakes or signs of misbehaviour could have gotten you and the ghouls in trouble. Serious trouble.
You pulled your jacket tighter around you and let the guys lead the way.
‘You’re right, I’m sorry for ruining the mood,’ you apologised on instinct as a pout found its way to your lips. Why had you questioned their decision in the first place? Clearly, no one needed your useless worries over an extra hour or two in the city. You must have come off as the chancellor’s lackey. Like the other inspectors, Kagami-kun had talked about the other day. Like someone who felt self-important just because she was given a stupid title.
You felt smaller and smaller with each moment that passed in silence. You hoped that none of the boys thought that you felt superior to them despite how little you contributed to the investigation. You were just worried about yourself… and them. Especially with Lyca being under strict monitoring due to the murder he had been accused of. You might have been able to get him out of Ultio’s underground prison with the help of the Hotarubi ghouls, but Darkwick was still skeptical about his ability to live amongst ordinary people, so the tiniest mistakes could have led to his indefinite imprisonment.
‘We are here!’
Lyca’s excited exclamation reached your ears at the same time Ed-san put his arm on your shoulders.
‘Look at the boy! Do you really think you ruined the mood?’ The vampire asked with a lopsided smirk, his low voice coming super close from behind your left ear. You tensed up when his warm breath tickled the sensitive skin below your earlobe, then relaxed when you realised he was right. Your negativity seemed to be only in your head.
‘Ed-san, take your hands off her,’ Rui’s usually warm tone sounded rather cold, the warning loud and clear in every word he spoke. You appreciated his protectiveness, because while you weren’t afraid of any of the ghouls so to speak, it was undeniable that Ed-san was one of the strongest vampires in history. As far as you were concerned, it wasn’t an urban legend that vampires fed on human blood. Thus, since you were still practically an ordinary human, it was unwise of you to let him lean so close to your neck.
Ed-san took his arm off your shoulders and followed Lyca inside the yakisoba place that the werewolf had seemed to have his eyes on.
‘Three bowls of beef yakisoba,’ you heard Lyca’s order from the doorstep, which was soon followed by a hastily added ‘please,’ and Ed-san’s complaints about the nonexistent comfort of the provided chairs.
You scoffed, half-amused, half-speechless at their antics as you walked up to their table and asked for a bowl of chicken yakisoba from the granny behind the counter. The old woman acknowledged your order with a kind smile, then turned towards the built-in window that was directly behind her back, and which separated the customer area from the kitchen. Based on how similar she and the middle-aged cook looked, the diner had to be a family business.
Your grandparents had a sushi restaurant on your father’s side, too. A small, one-story place in Sendai with modest interior design but fresh, quality ingredients. You had used to spend your summer vacations with them, helping out at the restaurant during the rush hours and hanging out with your local friends when there hadn’t been a lot of customers.
What were they thinking about your sudden disappearance in September? Were they missing you? Had the academy given them and your parents a believable enough reason to not reach out to you at all? Or was there someone messaging them non-stop, pretending to be you?
‘Just as I thought, watching these types of shows on Youtube is a lot more entertaining than working on set. I’m exhausted,’ Ed-san sounded genuinely done with the investigation just when Lyca’s order was brought to your table.
The youngest of the group thanked the old woman happily and dug into the first bowl right away, even though Rui tried to remind him that it would have been more polite if he had waited for everyone’s food to arrive.
‘At least you could meet that streamer you like so much,’ Rui tried to lighten the mood, but his attempt was quickly dismissed with a disappointed sigh.
‘Don’t even mention him, such an uncultured brat,’ Ed-san started, not showing too much interest in sharing specific details as though talking about Kishimoto-san would have been nothing but a waste of time and energy. You supposed, there was a good reason why people said you should have never met your idol in real life. Some encounters were meant to be disillusioning from the start.
‘I guess, you either have to be completely disinterested in the celebrities on set or be a hardcore fan if you want to be able to do this job for the long run,’ you came to the conclusion; meanwhile, the rest of your orders were served as well.
You leaned closer to the food and inhaled the steam. You could feel something tug on your insides and the saliva pooling in your mouth because of how delicious it smelled.
‘That’s an interesting argument. What makes you say that?’ Ed-san inquired, his crimson eyes cold and calculative as he placed his chin atop of the back of his hand. You took a bite from your food and swallowed it. Then, you straightened your back as much as you could to give some confidence to your reasoning.
‘I’m just saying that most of my team members seem to be more enthusiastic about coming up with new makeup trends and using the best makeup products than about the idols themselves,’ you started. ‘They see this show as a good opportunity to build their career, which is a good motivation for them to stay on set.’
Lyca hummed along with your observation in silent agreement, but didn’t add anything else to the conversation. Rui, on the other hand, found it important to emphasise that people in the catering team stayed despite their complaints because of the crew members they themselves and their bosses were close to. If they had left because of the contestants’ attitude problems, it would have made them lose face and credibility in the industry.
Another reason for holding out for the sake of one’s career.
‘About the fans…’ you kept pushing through with your opinion, so unlike yourself that you stumbled over your own words when you realised what you were doing. Still, even though there was a possibility that you were wrong, it felt deliberating. It seemed, just like the guys in Hotarubi and Jabberwock, the ghouls in Obscuary had also managed to create a safe space for you without you noticing.
You lifted your chin just a tad higher and looked Ed-san in the eyes.
‘I saw someone taking pictures or videos of the idols when the cameras weren’t rolling. So I asked Sakura-san about the behind the scenes contents and she said that ever since Yuuki Tatsuya’s scandal, only videos are allowed to be taken and even those videos are strictly limited to semi-scripted interviews,’ you stated, thinking back on how overwhelming you had thought it was for the idols to watch their every move in order to avoid controversies.
‘Did you recognise them? If they’re the obsessive kind, it might be better to keep a distance from them,’ Rui advised, his eyes clearly worried despite his collected tone. You wondered whether he was trying not to scare you, and whether he believed that this matter was more serious than you had initially thought.
You shook your head with a small furrow between your eyebrows.
‘I didn’t, but I’m quite sure it was a female employee. She was holding a Canon in front of her face, but her figure was petite. I mean, she was wearing a hoodie, but it looked kinda baggy on her,’ you rambled then let your gaze wander from the boys to the bowl in front of you when Rui pulled your attention to your food with a single tilt of his head.
You shoved a generous amount of noodles in your mouth as Lyca started on his third bowl.
‘She might not be a fanatic, though. Maybe she didn’t know about the ban or she was only testing the lenses,’ you groaned. ‘Suddenly, I feel bad about jumping to the worst conclusion without confronting her personally,’ you confessed as your guilt didn’t need much time to leave a bitter taste in your mouth now that Rui’s warning made the whole thing feel that much bigger of a deal.
That idol who had asked you to check his eye makeup seemed quite friendly and eccentric. He might have asked that girl for a favour, too. What if he had known about the pictures all along? What if he had requested them so that he could have posted them on his group’s social media account?
‘Still, it’s better to be safe than sorry. I just don’t want you to be caught up in any unnecessary drama and get hurt in the process,’ Rui admitted, making you smile with his unfiltered honesty.
It felt nice that he cared so much about your well-being, going as far as being worried about ordinary people on top of the anomaly that could have been lurking in the shadows, preparing for taking a new victim. Sure, on most days it did feel as though you were just another item on the endless list of his responsibilities, but still. You couldn’t deny the warmth it brought you when you felt especially lonely.
‘Okay. I will just ignore her if I see her again,’ you chuckled, carefree, grateful.
‘Or you can just show me who she is and I can keep an eye on her. There are lots of smells on set, but if she doesn’t change hers with perfume every day, I can sense where she is in the building,’ Lyca offered nonchalantly as if it made no difference to him whether he memorised one more scent or not, which made you wonder if there was a limit to how many he could recall with his stigma or his storage was pitless.
You made a mental note to ask him about this later since you weren’t sure you were allowed to inquire about such personal matters in front of others (or at all).
‘Thanks, Lyca,’ you smiled at him, and he hummed in acknowledgement before he pointed at Ed-san’s untouched food and asked whether the vampire intended to start on his dinner anytime soon or he could have had his portion as well.
The four of you finished the rest of your dinner in a good mood. You shared more stories about your personal experience on set to fill the silence and made up many different theories about the anomaly that could have been behind the occurrences mentioned in the case report. You expressed your concerns about the lack of new victims on set, then quickly added that what you meant was the growing pressure that came with the normalcy. As though you were experiencing the “calm before the storm”.
You were still rambling about the same theory, about how unsettling it was that none of you could sense anything off at the shooting location even after almost a whole week working as undercover crew members, when Rui offered to walk you back to your room in the Clementia cathedral.
You accepted his offer this time mainly because you wanted to hear his opinion on whether the Institute was wrong about this whole case, and also because you were too tired to find an excuse to turn him down. Insisting that you were big enough to walk alone on campus in the dark sounded a bit stupid, and too much like you were uncomfortable with his company, which couldn’t have been further from the truth.
‘Thanks for walking me back. Have a good night, Rui!’ You said, wishing that your words could have had any positive effect on his sleep schedule despite knowing that he didn’t sleep at night due to his curse.
As much as you thought that having more time in a day to be productive without getting exhausted sounded nice (come on, which university student had never wished for an extra 12 hours before an important exam!), you couldn’t phantom how burdensome it could have been to not be able to sleep. A life without real rest and dreams, somehow, sounded quite pitiful.
‘Sweet dreams, Y/N-chan!’
Rui waited until you disappeared behind the cathedral’s front doors, and then some more: until you safely got to your room. You knew this, because you caught a glimpse of his figure walking towards the Obscuary House when you threw your jacket on the chair next to your bed and looked out your windows.
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You pushed the metal handle of your team’s assigned changing room downwards with your right elbow then opened the door by kicking into it with the tip of your toes just enough to not make too much noise. You were on your third coffee run of the day, balancing lattes and iced americanos in your hands, worried that the gloomy mood inside the room was somehow because of you. Had you made them wait for too long? Had you made a mistake when you had arranged the makeup tools on the counter?
Had someone finally figured out that you had changed an idol’s makeup two days ago? If you had wanted to be honest, you had thought (hoped) that the girls had already known and they just didn’t care.
‘Uhm, Sakura-san…?’ You asked once you put the paper box, in which you had carried the coffee cups, on the nearest empty surface. You wiped your sweaty palms into your jeans, a tad nervous, but refused to show even more of your uncool side. If they were really annoyed due to the delay in your delivery, they should have blamed the unusually long queue in front of the coffee truck in the parking lot. They were the ones who didn’t like the cheap coffee beans that were in the coffee machine in the communal kitchen. Personally, you thought they were okay-ish. So when you mixed the espresso with enough milk, it was quite delicious.
Hana-san, who had long, chestnut brown hair and black eyes that she hid behind a different coloured contact lens each day, grabbed one of the iced americanos and took a long sip from it.
‘Unbelievable,’ she groaned, clearly frustrated. ‘Has he even managed to finish a single scene since lunchtime? If he’s not feeling well, he should have just said so and let someone change the shooting schedule,’ she complained as she took her anger out on the poor straw between her teeth.
‘He’s always been a weird one, sure, but Kaji-kun is a hardworking person who would never waste anyone’s time on purpose,’ Sakura-san clicked her tongue, clearly disappointed in this Kaji-kun, whoever he might have been. Although you had been working on this mission for over a week by now, you still didn’t know everyone’s names by heart. In your defense, though, most idols were referred to by their stage names and people on set rarely bothered with calling each other by name and mostly used titles instead.
‘If you ask me, he wasn’t in his right mind yesterday, either,’ Hana-san commented, the clear annoyance on her face making you follow her line of sight.
She was looking in the direction of a smaller group that had gathered around the open space where today’s challenge was being shot. You furrowed your brows when you noticed a familiar face in the crowd.
You looked around in the changing room where many of your team members were casually chatting and sipping on their drinks. None of them looked like they would get busy anytime soon (they were usually busy checking and picking out the products when they were about to receive a new idol whose makeup needed to be done), so you assumed that they would be fine without you for an extra ten minutes or so.
‘Sakura-san! I’ll get myself a coffee and walk around a little. I won’t take long, I promise’ you asked for permission in a similar manner to what Sho had suggested to you when you had mentioned to him the day before that you wanted to become a bit more assertive during this investigation. You hoped that your meek promise at the end of your statement didn’t make you sound ridiculous, as if you couldn’t have decided whether you wanted to walk around on set or wanted someone else to give you the green light for walking around on set.
You groaned internally, because honestly, you might have sounded indecisive just like that. Or worse… like a disrespectful brat. Not that you thought assertive people were impolite. If anything, you respected them for their confidence.
Agr… It sounded so much cooler when Sho was using grammar like this. He wouldn’t have chickened out last minute and added that unnecessary promise about being quick.
Sakura-san’s gaze loitered over your figure, then it settled on your face. You couldn’t help but wonder whether you were frowning. What if you had turned into a delinquent in her eyes all of a sudden? Someone who needed a week to shed her mask and show her true colours.
You pressed your lips together, into a firm line, and she laughed. You didn’t understand what she was thinking about. Was it even a real laugh? Some people were so good at concealing their feelings. What if she…
‘Sure. Take your time, Y/N-chan,’ Sakura-san agreed easily, making it clear that you had been spiraling in your head on your own. As heat crept up on your neck, you didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that your whole face, neck and ears looked like tomatoes.
You bowed your head and expressed your gratitude by an embarrassingly loud ‘Thank you,’ then rushed out of the changing room.
In the corridor, you gave yourself a few seconds to calm your heart, then took a determined, deep breath and walked towards the crowd. You knew, you had seen Rui somewhere around the left side of the mass (where the crowd was clearly less dense) when Hana-san had been complaining about Kaji-kun. Which meant, this commotion could have been related to your investigation.
You couldn’t have just sat around and waited for him to figure everything out.
It took you some time, but eventually, your eyes finally landed on Rui’s pretty, blond locks, putting a satisfied smile on your face as you rushed towards him. Unsurprisingly, he was trying his best to keep as much distance from the rest of the crew members as possible while observing the situation from the sidelines.
‘What’s going on?’ You asked, careful not to startle him with your sudden appearance.
He snapped his head in your direction with a facial expression that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, then he shot a small smile in your way as though he was trying to encourage you to ask as many questions as you wanted during your conversation.
‘I’m not sure yet,’ he admitted, then turned ahead, making you follow his line of sight, but the person in front of you was simply too tall for you to have a clear view. ‘It seems that the director and one of the idols are having an argument. Though, it looks one-sided.’
‘Kaji-kun?’ You inquired, making an attempt at slowly putting the puzzle pieces together. If there was a fight going on, which delayed the shooting, then it had to be the same person the girls in your team had been talking about.
You stood on your tiptoes to catch a glimpse at the idol in question, and your lips parted in surprise when you recognised the guy whose makeup you had changed not so long ago. Oh, so he was Kaji-kun. Now, you could agree with Sakura-san about him being a total weirdo, but also a very dedicated participant.
‘Based on the murmurs, he’s acting very out of character. Still, it’s not quite how I imagined it when we read the case report,’ Rui whispered, although you doubted anyone would have paid attention to or understood your discussion even if he had used his normal volume. The growing crowd was too occupied with the drama that was unfolding in front of you.
You heard the director’s thundering voice, but you couldn’t tell what he was saying due to the constant buzzing of the rumours around you. Rui took a step closer to the edge of the crowd, and you followed him on instinct.
‘So it might not be connected to the anomaly?’ You picked up your conversation where you had left it off, curious about his thoughts now that you had finally encountered something akin to what you were looking for. What made him so unsure about whether this commotion was connected to your case or not?
‘He looks like a zombie or a robot that’s been disconnected from a server,’ Rui explained, and you nodded eagerly, wanting to hear more. ‘What I’m trying to say is that he looks dead tired like he doesn’t even know where he is. He cannot follow directions and doesn’t react to the scolding in any way.’
You furrowed your eyebrows. The guy you had met in the changing room had been full of life. He had had a comeback for everything and expressed his opinion freely, almost too freely, considering his position.
‘So you’re saying that he might be just tired?’ You asked, already shaking your head in disagreement: a clear result of Sho’s training on assertiveness. Sure, you might not have known this guy that well, but your team members clearly had a certain picture of him in their heads, an image that matched your own experience. You had to put your feet down, even if you were wrong, because following up on a lead in vain would have been a lot better than dismissing real evidence simply because it looked unlikely to bear any fruit.
Rui nodded and you shook your head once more, more firmly.
‘Some people are saying he’s addicted to drugs,’ a familiar voice came from behind you, Ed-san’s crimson eyes twinkling with excitement. He looked amused, almost entertained as his steps came to a halt between you and the rest of the crowd. ‘But I agree with you, his blood doesn’t smell anything like the mentioned narcotics. In fact, he is as healthy as one can be in the prime of his life,’ he added, making it sound like Rui’s observation was just as false as the menacing rumours.
‘He smells like rotting apples,’ Lyca’s observation came out of nowhere, his face distorted due to his ugly grimace. Ed-san tilted his head upon hearing the werewolf’s opinion, his smile hidden behind his hand that he had lifted in front of his chin.
‘Does it smell like a curse? Maybe this anomaly is like the Kyklos and it curses its victims,’ you sounded hopeful, which immediately made you embarrassed, because it felt like you were happy for another person’s misfortune.
You cast your gaze and didn’t take your eyes off the floor. The guys must have thought that you were a horrible person. And the worst part was that you couldn’t have even defended yourself if they had decided to call you out on your behaviour.
‘I don’t know. If curses have to smell like you, then I don’t think so. But it is similar to the blond gigolo’s smell. More rotting and less death.’
The silence that followed Lyca’s words was deafening, and you felt partly responsible for the pained expression on Rui’s face that soon turned into nonchalance. When your eyes met, he smiled at you. Kind. Warm. Comforting.
He was faking it. God. Why had it never occurred to you that his kind smiles could be hiding something so sticky and cold and miserable, something so so hopeless and helpless.
From time to time, Rui called you his curse twin. More than anyone else in the academy, you should have known how it felt to live with a curse that seemed to be impossible to break. Just because he wasn’t counting down the days like you did, harming people with a single touch didn’t hurt any less.
You pressed your lips into a firm line when he turned his head away. Did he think what you felt at that moment was pity?
‘Rui…’
‘So to sum it up, he could be either cursed, already under the anomaly’s influence or in a very bad place mentally,’ the blond boy counted the options on his fingers as he spoke, clearly drawing a line between this case and his personal feelings; between you and him.
Basically, he wanted you to drop it, and while you didn’t necessarily want to, you could admit that it wasn’t the best time and place for this conversation. You made a mental note to ask him about his feelings later. Maybe, once you solved this case.
‘Get out! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE!’ The director’s aggressive yelling silenced the gossiping crowd, making you flinch. You took a step towards Lyca on instinct as he was the one standing the furthest from the commotion, which meant standing behind him would have distanced you from the situation a bit. ‘SECURITY! REMOVE THIS BRAT FROM MY SET! NOW!’ The man kept going on and on, instructing the men in neat guard uniforms to take Kaji-kun away.
You pressed your lips together, into a firm line, pondering over your options. If the director was ready to cut Kaji-kun’s scenes short for the day, that meant that the next idols would arrive at your team’s changing room soon. However, your work as a crew member couldn’t have been more important than the investigation itself.
‘We need to follow him!’ You came to the decision as the crowd slowly dispersed, your eyes stuck on Kaji-kun’s eerily calm demeanour. He didn’t put up a fight against the guards when the younger of the two pulled on his clothes roughly, although most people would have been naturally frustrated in a situation like this. Was he that concerned about his reputation?
No. If that had been the case, he would have never gotten on the director’s bad side on purpose.
Could he have been unable to showcase any emotion despite feeling wronged? Or was he in a trance?
You felt a familiar weight of a hand on your shoulder, it was squeezing you just enough to not feel threatening. You snapped your head in its owner’s direction and came face to face with Ed-san.
‘Let Lyca go after him. He’s good at following people,’ the vampire said in his low voice, his eyes not quite frightening, but commanding for sure. You stared into them for exactly one second before you took a step further from him and nodded.
Lyca acknowledged his task with a nod and rushed after the security guards, while Rui just stood there, deep in thoughts.
‘You need to send me a message if it turns out to be a real lead,’ you tried to remind Ed-san that no matter how dangerous this anomaly turned out to be, you were still part of the team, that you were still an inspector who needed to be present at each turning point of the investigation.
He smiled at you like how parents smiled at their children when they were throwing a tantrum, and it tugged on your inside in an uncomfortable way, but you ignored it. Instead, you stole one last glance at Rui, unable to make eye contact with him, then went back to your team.
Just as you predicted, now that the shooting was back on schedule (somewhat), everyone had way too much to do.
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