✸ Ghost Opera
[ ♬ ]—— Ibuki can still recognize that blue hair everywhere.
Uncertainty is an element common in the city, so much that she still has difficulties getting used to it. People come and people go, bonds are forever severed or knit back together by the cruel hands of fortuity. When Minato left, she was sad and yet hopeful she would see him again someday, whether or not he'd keep his memories or her.
As soon as she skips further into the large, ever so noisy arcade to look for her friends and have some fun before work, she finds her former dear friend engaging in an intense round of DDR on a platform. The surprise is greatly pleasant, however, she doesn't remember seeing his name along her contact list lately. Those clothes aren't that hard to recognize, though. Almost nothing escapes her memory when it comes to people who had an important meaning carved in them.
Perhaps he has returned just today. Perhaps... she doesn't know. What matters most is that she's glad to see him again, and will suddenly appear at his side once the song finishes, taking hold of his arm and offering a shiny smile of her own. Acting insecurely about the other's memories seems rude. It'll be hard to digest not having someone who remembers her, but she can't help speaking the same way as she used to a friend.
"Minato-chan! Heeey hey hey!!!" She makes her voice loud enough to stand above the other noises. "It's been such a long time!!! How are you?"