Entry 13 - The Sacred Eye

/ Monday, April 24, 2006: 10:10 PM /

Minene limped through dark alleyways, clutching to her bleeding socket shakily. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't fucking believe it! Not only had First tricked her by offering his submission, he had a feisty little girlfriend at his side. She growled low in her throat at her failure.

Those cerise eyes narrowing into catlike slits, pupils dilated enough that the cerise was only a ring of color to be drowned in the darkness of her feline eyes. Those lips turned down, and then, curling up to a sick satisfied smirk of an evil smile. That pink hair wasn't fit for such a devil in disguise.

Minene's thoughts were disrupted by the sound of talking, but it wasn't just the talking. It was the flashing lights of red that made her freeze in her tracks behind the alley wall. Great, now not only did she need to worry about pink-haired girls with twin tails, but also Fourth and his squad. She had been needing to worry about him, but now it was twice the hassle. Gritting her teeth, Minene scowled and turned away, following an alternative route her diary offered.

She could go back a few alleys and sneak into an unguarded street and make her way from there into the side-thickets. She would have returned to that old college building from before, but it was likely that missing Third or stupid Nishijima would find her there (Pfft! As if she wanted that Nishijima to find her, either)!

Minene fled into the forest, quiet. She pressed her ears, holding her breath. She overheard more conversations between policemen and bypassing car-drivers. By the fiftieth time that Minene heard her name and the pause that signified a somewhat dramatic reveal of her wanted poster, now complete with a photo (courtesy of those junior pricks from the school flashing her as First's girlfriend attacked), she was more than a little miffed.

All thanks to her decision to ambush First and Third simultaneously, she risked her anonymity. Before she even set foot into that campus, she was a lot more guarded in the sense that they had no idea what she looked like. Now, after standing in front of the school with a student held at gunpoint for the world to see, she was more exposed. Those photos that the other students within the buildings flashed were likely handed over to the investigation team for payment. Why else would kids like them be so willing to take pictures?

Minene hurried her steps, but half-blindly ran into a tree. The strike on the head intensified the pain for her. Not only was she bleeding from the searing pain of her stricken eye, but now, her head seared from the impact of hitting a tree trunk. She had back planted, hopeless in breaking her fall. She thought she would lay there awhile until the pain alleviated to be bearable, but the idea was immediately disregarded when she heard footsteps nearing her.

"I'll save you."

Her vision was black before she had the chance to do anything.

/ Friday, April 28, 2006: 2:57 PM /

Yuno was hospitalized for two days. She would be for another two. The bite was now wrapped in gauze dressings, and she lay on her hospital bed, smiling warmly every visit her friends made. Shiraishi and Kosaka would stand around, unsure how to interact in the situation. They were adapting very slowly to the oddities of Akise and Yuno's situation as diary-holders. It was a quickly agreed decision the two made, especially since there was no harm in telling them.

Hinata would cry hard, hugging Yuno against her chest like she was all she had, begging her for forgiveness. Hinata was struggling hardest now. She was parentless, sleeping at Mao's place for the time being with the infrequent support of the police department. They couldn't do too much for her, and they weren't around for her as often as supporters should be. It was because they were fixated on the loose Phantom Street Killer and the escaped terrorist after all. Yuno would hug Hinata back and smile through a girlish laugh that fluttered Akise's heart. He could tell that Hinata was forgiven.

Mao was a whole different case. She would stand farthest from Yuno's bed, green eyes blank. She didn't say a word. She didn't have to, Akise and Yuno knew. They knew that she forgave them for what they did to Hinata, but her suspicion of them was still there. It was like a stone wall, standing high and covering smaller Akise and Yuno in its detesting shadow. Neither paid too much attention to it, and Hinata was too overcome by sadness and regret that she didn't notice Mao's behavior at all.

After visiting Yuno and saying "bye" with a little peck on the forehead, Akise and the others walked out of the hospital. He thanked them for coming and proposed to eat lunch together in the café Nishijima took him and Yuno. Of course, Shiraishi and Kosaka were the enthusiastic voices of agreement, and knowing where it was, they raced ahead, challenging each other in a race. Hinata stayed behind with Akise and Mao. She stood there, eyes bloodshot and baggy. Her brown hair was more disheveled than normal, and she was lazily dressed in a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and sneakers. She hadn't had rest in awhile, and maybe if it was anyone else, they would take pleasure in Hinata's plight and call it 'even', but not Akise.

He couldn't help sympathizing with her. She was Yuno's friend. Yes, she was the same friend that betrayed them, but she never meant to harm Yuno. Akise felt that Hinata was upset with him, because he took away her friend and then, he was taking away the only family she knew, her father. The same father that was willing to leave his wife and daughter behind for his own demented beliefs of a perfect family, and that stuck to Hinata. It was his love for dogs instead of her that pushed Hinata to be as doglike as possible; the dog-ear styled hair, the obedience, and the strong loyalty she had of her father. All she wanted to be was doted on.

Akise knew Hinata deserved better than that. His heart wrenched when she looked up at him, tears in her brown eyes. Mao stood between them, just as bedraggled as Hinata. She stayed up nights crying with her, and wiping the tears away, but it wasn't enough. Hinata wanted more. She needed family.

"Akise, can I talk to you for a little? Alone?" asked Hinata quietly, glancing at Mao.

Mao's face withered into a pain-stricken one, but she turned on her heel and disappeared the same way as the other two. Akise tilted his head, hands in the pockets of his purple jacket. Hinata looked back up at him, tears spilling fast down her cheeks as she sank down to her knees.

"Pl-please f-forgive me—" She sobbed out.

Akise slowly smiled down at her. He reached his hand out, pulling her back to her feet very carefully, and into his arms. Hinata sobbed again, trembling in his arms.

"There's no need for that." He whispered, rubbing her back in circles. "I forgave you a long time ago."

"But I—"

"I know." Akise bit his lip, and continued. "You could have killed Yuno, but you didn't. I'm so glad, Hinata. I'm so glad that she's okay. Those dogs could have torn her to shreds, and if that happened, I… I don't know what I would do." He ignored how his voice shook at the confession.

He pulled away from her, smiling at her. Smiling the smile of a boy that wasn't afraid of death, but afraid of losing his loved ones. No one human should smile like that. When he smiled at her, her knees felt weak and she thought she saw an energy shrouding him. She excused it as her imagination, her lack of sleep.

"Let's move past it together." said Akise, pulling away to outstretch his hand to her. "My name is Aru Akise, and someday, I'm going to be a world-class detective. What about you?"

"Hinata Hino." She replied softly, taking his hand. A few tears trailed her cheek as she added, "I'm just hoping for a better future…"

"It's never too late to make one happen." Her held her hand, and together, they trailed after the others.

Overhearing this while hidden, Mao was filled to the brim with an immense fear.

Akise woke to his doorbell ringing. He walked down, answering the door. Kurusu stood there, tapping his foot impatiently with arms crossed and cigarette hanging from his lips. Akise felt bad for Kurusu's suits, reeking of that foul scent. As if reading Akise's thoughts, he blew it in Akise's face. Akise coughed, waving it away and making a face.

"I'm making sure you're wide awake." said Kurusu.

"What's up, Kurusu-san?" asked Akise, crossing his arms. He'd gone to bed in his dress shirt, unbuttoned down to the third one and slid the tie off, and in his boxers. He had stayed out late with the others. They'd gone to the arcade after lunch, and then, took a walk around Sakurami Plaza, reminiscing of their school.

"I have a possible lead I'd like to pursue and I want you to come. It's about Uryu—" And before Kurusu could finish, Akise ran up to dress.

Akise could very well understand the anger Hinata had had toward him, because he had that same rage towards the anti-religious terrorist. Uryu took Nishijima away from him and she not only killed the innocents of the adjacent school building, but many more. How could he forgive her, especially when he felt like it was his fault? He wanted to catch her the most, because she crushed people all over the world. Families of dead victims overseas grieved, awaiting the day of justice that they knew deep down wouldn't satisfy them. Akise would capture Uryu and never let her bomb again. Briefly, a scenario of Uryu captured distracted him as he adjusted his tie; Uryu sitting in a chair inside of a dark room, blindfolded and arms bound in front of her on the table. She wriggled, and then, her bands were sawed off slowly. She screeched, blood spilling from the torn seams of flesh ending at her upperarms, and the lights flickered on, revealing that it was a interrogation room within the station and the one sawing her arms off was... Akise himself.

Without arms, she'd never harm another person again.

Akise's eyes widened. He shook the gruesome image aside. It was best that he didn't dwell on it. He walked back down and followed Kurusu into his car. Kurusu explained, in between drags of his cigarette of course, that his diary reported Uryu's whereabouts as a captured fugitive in the cult grounds of the Sacred Eye. Ironic, Uryu was now a prisoner to the type of people she hated, Akise couldn't help thinking wryly with a crooked smile. Kurusu's diary report was confirmed when he received an ominous tape taunting him to drive over here and take Uryu. Kurusu didn't know who sent the tape, but he strongly believed it was an outsider on cult grounds.

For this mission, it would only be Kurusu and Akise. Nishijima was standing guard outside of Yuno's hospital room, and the rest of the station was either working on secondary crime reports or on the hunt for the loose Phantom Street Killer. There wasn't any need for back up, as Kurusu said that this would pass smoothly enough. Akise hoped his all that Kurusu was right.

He hadn't told Yuno, but Akise's diary suspected otherwise of Kurusu's motives in the alliance. It started when Kurusu broke the news of Tenth, Tsukishima Karyuudo's suicide. He had said that Karyuudo pulled a gun on himself the moment he heard Kurusu's footsteps inside the kennel. Akise's diary revised the story into this later that night; Karyuudo is caught by Kurusu inside the surveillance room in the back of the kennel at 7:33 PM. Kurusu shoots Karyuudo in the back of his head and reports back to Nishijima that he had killed himself by the time he breached the kennel. Akise didn't want to believe the revision for two very reasons. One, his diary was limited to his perspective, there was that chance that his deductions were incorrect, and if he believed everything it said, he could be penalized by an injury like Yuno right now, or he could get himself killed. He wanted to avoid those scenarios. Two, how could he distrust Kurusu?

Amaranth eyes glanced at Kurusu. Ever since Akise wanted to be a detective from a young age, Kurusu adamantly discouraged him. It wasn't out of any prejudice, but a brute kind of concern. Akise didn't know this for sure or not, but he guessed that Kurusu had children. Maybe he saw his children in other children, or when he had children, his fatherly instinct tended to kick in towards most in Akise's age group. It was for that reason that Akise felt strongly that Kurusu wouldn't harm him or Yuno. Kurusu was not two-faced. So, there was no reason to tell Yuno and there was no reason for him to acknowledge the sinking in his chest. The sinking of an inevitable wrongness.

Kurusu's hands gripped the wheel, eyes narrowed in determination to drive through the traffic. He hadn't taken the cruiser, because he wanted to be as low-key as possible, but when he thought about it, he wished he had. He could have easily swayed through the traffic having Akise pull the siren. He sighed quietly to himself, rolling the windows in the front down.

"You're going to smoke again?"

Kurusu grinned at Akise, and then, returned to the road.

"Light one up for me, will you, Akise?"

The silver-haired boy sighed. He pulled Kurusu's pack out from the compartment and proceeded to do as he was told. The whole car smelled of coffee, and Akise wondered if running on cigarettes and coffee was as safe as Kurusu made it out to be. Akise didn't fancy the stench. He held out the lit cigarette out to Kurusu, putting the pack back into the compartment. As soon as Kurusu took the cigarette away, Akise turned and breathed.

"Thank-you, Akise." Kurusu smiled slightly behind his cigarette.

"For what?" asked Akise, cheek rested against his balled hand on the sill of his open window.

For reminding me, even for a little while what it was like to have a son. Kurusu's heart clenched. No, he couldn't be sentimental. They were here to pick Uryu up. If he showed any weakness before then, their operation would fall apart. He drew the images of his son, tubes connecting him to a nebulizer, away with the thought of finally apprehending the woman he'd wanted to apprehend the moment she bombed her first church of innocent people. The same woman that tore his marriage; the same woman that made him turn away from family; and the same woman that was giving her all to be a worse God than Deus himself.

Eventually, they arrived at the open gate entrance into the area. Kurusu parked them outside of it. They walked the way there. The gate opened up to a beautiful garden of stone step pathways, Japanese hedges, and streams ending as a rocky pond decorated with lily-pads and jumping koi fish. The temple itself stood proud and old-fashioned with its paper thin slide doors and wooden-slatted composition. Immediately, they were greeted by the sound of drums and the single-file line of followers walking up a path, petals of cherryblossom thrown on them for blessing.

"Sorry," said a short brown-haired girl, "We do not accept visitors without appointments in advance."

Akise and Kurusu exchanged looks.

"Sorry about the intrusion, but it won't take long." said Kurusu, "Only for a little while, please?"

She pouted thoughtfully, and turning away from them, she called out to one of the people standing against the red columns, either blessing the followers or playing the drums steadily. Kurusu and Akise waited, watching afar as she conversed with the woman. The woman had shoulder-length dark purple hair and violet eyes. The petite brunette ran back.

"Sorry for the wait," she said. "The Sacred Eye has agreed to see you shortly. Right this way."

On their way up the stairwell into the center of the temple, the girl introduced herself as Orin Miyashiro. She first led them into an empty room where she prompted them to put on these sashes over their neck with an odd symbol, Akise suspected it to be representative of the "Sacred Eye", most likely the cult leader. She had explained that without wearing the sashes, it was disrespectful to the Sacred Eye. This time, Orin brought them into a spacious and sparse hall that had nothing but a cage facing the entrance, side of the cage were followers that sat in silence, intently watching the three of them as they neared closer and closer to the front of the cage. Orin stopped short at the column, wordlessly nodding for them to keep going. Kurusu and Akise stopped at the front of the cage and sat on their knees like the other followers in the hall.

"Hello, I am the Sacred Eye, Tsubaki Kasugano." said the priestess inside of the cage, sitting behind a kotatsu. "I am pleased to make your acquaintance." Her violet eyes fell on Akise. "May I have a closer look of your face, Akise-kun?"

Akise furrowed his brow, glancing at Kurusu. Kurusu scowled at him; Just do it. Akise slowly brought himself over, sitting back down on the knees when he deemed he was close enough to the bars. Too close for comfort that is. She smiled slightly at him.

"I was born with poor sight, I confine myself to this room, because of it. The only joy I have here is writing stories in my diary about visitors that come here. It was only a few weeks ago that my diary was written out itself, telling me about the future. I named it the Clairvoyance Diary, foretelling distant events. This is Sixth's, my future diary."

Akise blinked. Sweating from his forehead, Kurusu gritted his teeth; Shit, another diary-holder. I should have suspected that possibility if Uryu were ever captured. Now they've lured two diary-holders here, and if they wanted, they could kill us right here. What do I do? I told Akise we wouldn't need back-up, and if I was in trouble, I arranged a time-frame that if I didn't report back to the station, they would have to come here to my aid. That time-frame is nowhere close to the time right now.

"What do you want?" asked Akise, eyes narrowed.

"Oh, First," Kasugano laughed, smiling. "My intent isn't to harm you, or Fourth. I am simply an oracle, a messenger of God. I feel no need to raise myself any higher than what I am now. I know you came here for Ninth, Minene Uryu. She's in the dungeon. You're more than welcomed to take her away now, if you want."

"What's your motive?" asked Kurusu.

"Ah, the truth is," Kasugano smiled sheepishly. "I have no time for distractions," She held up her foretelling scroll. Written in inky black were the words; Tonight, Kasugano Tsubaki is killed. DEAD END. There was no timeframe to gauge when her death would be. "I will die if nothing is done. However, if you helped me clear it... that would be most appreciated."

Akise and Kurusu exchanged looks. In the end, Akise sat outside of Kasugano's cell, in the hall alone with her. Throughout the slowly passing day, he checked his diary and thought of Yuno, wondering if she missed him as much as he missed her. Evening fell, and Akise was still guarded, amaranth eyes trained on the open entryway to the hall.

"You seem so tense, Akise-kun." said Kasugano.

"Of course I am," Akise replied, glancing at her and then, back on the entryway. "There's no timeframe for your dead-end. All we know is the moment that night falls, your life is in danger and since neither of our diaries are exactly omniscient, it's all the more reason to be cautious."

"Night has not fallen yet," she added softly. "You can relax, can't you?"

Akise couldn't relax. He couldn't shake that sinking feeling off. Something was bound to go wrong, he knew it. He just knew it, and he didn't have Yuno here to confirm his suspicions. He was fighting his own battle for once. Without Yuno and by himself, Akise knew full well he worked better when they were together than separate. The encounter with Hinata was another testament to that. If he hadn't shown up at the moment he had, Yuno and the others would have likely been killed and Hinata would have gained nothing.

"The entry can change," said Akise matter-of-factly. "The advantage of the entry changing is that we'd know right away from the sound it makes."

"You still have time to relax." She laughed softly, quietly. "There's no reason to be so tense around me. Is it that you don't trust me?"

Akise almost shivered. He couldn't be that obvious, could he? She was reading him like an open book. No way, no one can read me that easily? I must have done something to leave that impression. Usually, I am not so careless. Then again, all of this sounds too good to be true. We can leave with Uryu, so long as I stay by her side through the night and protect her?

"I may be confined here, but I am not that out-of-touch. You look at me with such doubt in your eyes."

"I'm sorry, Kasugano-san."

"Why are you apologizing?" She smiled.

"I shouldn't be questioning you." He said, staring at her. "I'll protect you, you know that for certain."

-13-

Minene sat on her knees, arms chained over her head against a wall inside of a cell. She was freezing. The priestess Tsubaki Kasugano coyly requested that she be undressed as prisoner, seeing as how the possibility of her having explosives packed within her articles was high. She narrowed her amethyst eye, the other covered by the patch he had given her. He, who was the shadowed man sitting outside of her cell on a chair. He lifted his head from looking down at his lap, face obscured by shadows of a dim room. Yet somehow knowing that his stare was on her still chilled her to her core. She almost shivered.

"What are you planning?" She asked, gritting her teeth.

"Me? I am planning nothing," answered the man. "What is it that you are planning, Minene Uryu?"

"..." She fell quiet, holding his stare.

"You aim to become God, don't you?"

"What's it to you?"

"I wonder."

"Enough with the games! Who's fucking side are you on? It's not a trick question!"

"My, my, what a temper." He sighed softly, "Since you asked, I suppose I could tell you."

Minene prepared herself to hear something godawfully stupid or weird, but instead...

"I am on the side where the most justice prevails," He answered simply, his words confusing her.

Another cryptic answer.

"What the hell do you mean?"

Minene swore she could feel his lips curling.

"I mean that there is no such thing as good and evil, Uryu. There is only the medium, and that is justice. I helped you out of whim. Is your sense of justice stronger than Fourth's, or is Sixth's conviction enough to outdo the two of you together, I wonder?" He stood, back facing her. "I know Kasugano-sama as well as I know the back of my hand. We met as children..."

And I would have done anything for her.

A young boy with short, brown hair walked in between his two parents, holding their hands as they walked down the streets. His clothes were ragged, grimy, and oversized on his small frame. His face speckled with dirt, and at the sight of their dirtiness, bypassers clicked their tongues and whispered their disgust. On a fateful morning in the plaza, he saw her. He saw the young girl with her long, dark blue hair, it was like the night sky. And the moment his brown eyes met her violet eyes, his heart stopped in his chest. She was beautiful, her fanciful robes of red shining in the sunlight as opalescent material. Her parents caught him staring, and he hung his head in apology.

I didn't think I would see her again. I was captivated by her, she had such a light in her eyes. The two of us belonged to two different worlds. My world of poverty, her world of wealth.

The boy lived in a dingy little shack downtown. His dad was a struggling shopkeeper and his mom was the interconnected seamstress. No one came around. No one wanted them to handle anything, after all they were dirty. But he saw her again. She came into his shop with her parents, and they offered them an opportunity. An opportunity to become a part of the Sacred Eye cult. His parents agreed, and every day, he would see that girl.

My world of grief.

His mother's death from untreated illness.

My world of weakness.

His father's succumb to heartbreak.

And still, she held me through it all. She said I was brave, that I was her knight.

He protected her under her parents' requests. They were inseparable, and it lasted until her parents' mysterious deaths. Then, the boy was thrown out against his will by the girl's new guardian. The guardian had said he didn't want the boy there, and he hated being apart from his princess, because the next day that he came to visit her, he saw that she wasn't the same as before.

Her cruel world, disguised as a utopia that was utter hell, and it pulled this fence in between us higher. When I saw... when I saw...

His princess lying down on the floor. Her shining red robes askew to reveal the bruising marble white flesh; her tears streaming down her hopeless, despair-filled face; and her quiet quivering as she cried for the parents that could never come save her. His heart ached. His spirit broke. The knight held his princess, crying with her, begging for forgiveness, begging for her to be alright, but she was already gone. There was nothing that could pull her back.

What had either of them done to deserve such injustice?

"This world is hopeless," she whispered. "It's cold, cruel, and hopeless."

"Kasugano-sama..." The boy lifted his head, gritting his teeth as his tears fell down his cheeks, and stared at the broken girl he dearly loved.

"What good am I, Yomotsu?" She smiled sadly at him, the light in her violet eyes dead. "My vision is poor, my parents are dead, and... I am no good anymore. I cannot be a wife. I cannot be a mother. I am hopeless-"

"Do not say such things of yourself, Kasugano-sama! You are good enough," He hissed, pulling her tight against him. "You are good for me!" His words didn't reach her, even as he could feel the coldness of his own tears down his cheeks. "I love you! I love you! I love you with all of my heart to give, Kasugano-sama!"

Kasugano laughed at him, tears falling and breath coming short.

"You love me? Prove to me how much you love me, Yomotsu! As corrupted as-"

Yomotsu pulled away from her and stared at her, smiling. Such a warm and loving smile through those falling tears, her heart clenched in her chest. The coldness was only melting the slightest, all of the bitterness, all of the unhappiness, and all of the sorrow clinging to the remnants of cold pieces. She gritted her teeth when he caressed her face softly, slowly. She couldn't help the tears that wouldn't stop falling as he looked into her violet eyes so adoringly, so lovingly, so... reverently. The coldest chill swept over her. It wasn't enough for her. So, the knight smiled at his princess and he slit his poor eyes out for her, and he offered them up to her.

Minene recognized it. Instead of disgust, she felt the slightest sympathetic for this man. In his words that dripped faintly of their own conviction, she didn't miss the longing to protect Sixth; the wish to make her happiest. He loved her, and Minene knew it, because she overheard Nishijima speaking in that same way about her—Face flaming, she quieted the rest of her unneeded thoughts.

"For your sake and many others, I hope your justice wins out of all." He confessed.

"Why say that?" asked Uryu.

"Contrary to how you act, you're a lot kinder than you show—" Uryu's face twisted to a scowl. "—and because of your own world, you would work to make the next one better."

Uryu's scowl fell and she stared down at the floor.

"I must go. Fourth is coming to get you. I wish you the best of luck." He left the keys where he had been sitting.

"Wait!"

He didn't turn, but he did stop in his tracks.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"My name makes no difference to you or anyone, but I am Yomotsu… Yomotsu Hirasaka." The blinded knight.

-13-

Kasugano smiled wider, violet eyes on the back of Akise; What a handsome boy. Suddenly, a fire blazed from her futon, spreading over to the kotatsu. Their diaries sounded simultaneously. Kasugano gasped, wide-eyed. Akise whipped his head. Quickly, he burst in, whisked her away, and threw them out of the cage. As her "room" was engulfed into heavy flames of a loud roaring fire, followers burst in, concerned of the priestess.

"Someone, please put the fire out!" shouted an old man in robes and a sash over his neck. "It could spread all over the temple!"

Akise stood, gently pulling Kasugano up with him. Shaking with fright, she clung to him by the waist, wide-eyed. The two watched as one of the followers ran at the cage with a bucket, pouring it over the fire, but it helped enlarge it. The smell of gasoline and fire filled the room. Akise pulled them further away from the cage, and before the two of them knew it, her followers were flooding in at each other; grappling for throats to squeeze, swinging the nearest and sharpest projectiles as a makeshift lethal weapon to stab each other or to run at the priestess to attack. Akise's blood ran cold. About to flee the room with her, the sprinkler in the cage went off, showering the fire down to nothingness and the followers snapped out of their murderous stupor. Akise checked his diary, Kurusu took care of it.

"Hypnosis..." whispered Kasugano.

"What?" Akise raised his eyebrow, staring at her.

"Hypnosis, I think they're being controlled by hypnosis." She said softly. "Who?" Whoever they are, they know my diary's weakness.

"We'll find out in due time. Are you hurt?" Akise pulled away from her slightly, checking her over.

Kasugano blinked, face coloring lightly.

"Akise-kun-"

Kurusu burst in, scowling face running with sweat.

"Akise, Kasugano-san, Uryu's escaped!"