Tokyo Psychic

Although it was supposed to be a conversation between two people, it was actually just Ruoye Mu curled up on the bed, hugging herself and talking to herself.

Ruoye Mu finally couldn't bear it any longer. She covered her ears tightly and shook her head in pain, "No, don't say bad things about Xiangzi."

The voice in my heart fell silent instantly.

Just when she thought her "resistance" was working, she discovered that the bedroom door had been opened at some point.

The boy, now back in his school uniform, leaned against the corridor light and waved to her. "I can't sleep either. Want to go for a walk together?"

Curled up on the bed, Ruoye Mutsu stiffened. She stared at the light that suddenly appeared in the darkness, her mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

The phantom thief seemed to grow impatient and barged into the room, taking Wakaba Mutsu's hand and saying, "Take your guitar with you, let's go for a walk."

"It's too late, Minami won't agree..."

“She’s asleep,” Akira said nonchalantly. “Anyway, it’s the weekend tomorrow, how about we go out for a walk? I have a way to get your parents’ approval.”

Ruoye Mu looked at the boy in front of her, who had arranged a day and a night for her without any explanation, with a blank expression, but she couldn't feel any dislike for him at all.

She said in a very soft voice, "Let go." After saying that, she nervously covered her mouth, like a child who had done something wrong.

Lai Qixiao had already retreated towards the door. "I know, you want to change your clothes... hurry up, I'll wait for you at the door."

......

Akira Kurusu leaned against the wall in the adjacent room, and in the quiet night, one could faintly hear Mutsuka Wakaba talking to herself.

I became increasingly worried and decided to take her out for a walk.

In fact, Akira Kurusu has many ways to keep Mutsuka Wakaba away from that couple.

But this is clearly wrong. Losing normal family values ​​will only make the girl's condition worse—if a person's "heart" dies, then even a mind thief cannot make her repent.

The dead cannot be brought back to life; this is a truth that cannot be overstated.

Often, death doesn't stop at the physical level; it can even be spiritual. This is not a joke on variety shows or the internet, but a true demise and destruction, which, even if hastily committed, should be treated with solemnity.

When she burst into that room, Akira Kurusu clearly sensed that the being named "Wakaba Mutsumi" was gradually withering away, like a flower about to wither. But after the flower dies, new life will grow from her corpse. However, everyone knows that she will die.

The door reopened.

Wearing a plain white dress, Wakaba Mutsu walked out carrying a guitar.

Ruoye Mu looked at the boy in front of her with unease, only to meet his equally uneasy and worried gaze.

My heartbeat felt like it had been stolen two beats; it was incredibly fast.

She stared at Akira Kurishi without saying a word, and the voice in her heart that should have been quieted down a long time ago started to stir again.

"I knew it! Xiao Mu! I knew he would come to save you!"

"Little Mu, Little Mu! Little Mu, Little Mu, Little Mu!... Let's go to him!"

What if... what if I get rejected?

"Believe me! Xiao Mu! I like him! We all like him!"

Wakaba Mutsu moved slowly, approaching Kurusu Akira.

She dared not imagine the possibility of being rejected by him, so she leaned her slender body against his chest as if making a desperate gamble, and then closed her eyes tightly.

After a while, Wakaba Mutsu felt herself being hugged.

She suddenly opened her eyes, looking up at Akira Kurashiki with surprise, excitement, and bewilderment.

Her light gold eyes reflected the light above Akira's head, making her look so bright that it seemed as if she was smiling—even though her face was still expressionless, you could clearly feel her happiness.

But soon, a look of panic appeared clearly on Ruoye Mu's face.

She broke free from Lai Qixiao's embrace as if fleeing, backing away until her back hit the wall.

"Xiangzi will get angry."

Ruoye Mu was talking to himself, as if he were admonishing himself.

Lai Xixiao looked at her with some helplessness at her startled appearance. She was so sick, yet she was still thinking about Toyokawa Shoko. "Wakaba-san, Shoko told you to take care of yourself first before thinking about those messy things."

Under Wakaba Mutsu's questioning gaze, Kurusu Akira stepped forward and picked up the guitar from the box for her. "If you can't even take care of yourself, that's what really makes Shoko sad and angry."

Momokazu, who had raised her hand to take back the guitar, slowly lowered it. She held onto Akira Kurusu's clothes, just like she had been led out of the house by Shoko Toyokawa many years ago, and followed closely behind Akira Kurusu.

The two walked through the dark hall, pushed open the living room door, and arrived at the back garden.

"You can't play the guitar." Wakaba Mutsu's soft voice, clear and crisp like the rubbing of porcelain, slid into Kurusu Akira's ears.

"It won't disturb anyone," Akira Kurusu said, opening the guitar case and picking up the glittery pink seven-string guitar.

Dioscuri appeared from behind him, also holding a seven-stringed guitar.

The power of the soul will be released without reservation through the performance.

Ferremon probably never imagined that the Persona system he created would one day be used by contractors to amuse little girls.

Akira Kurusu picked up the pick from the box and, under the girl's nervous gaze, slowly plucked the strings.

The unfamiliar melody was as gentle as a sea breeze.

It is a song that has never appeared in this world before, and its title is "Riding on the Back of a Silver Dragon".

Akira Kurusu imitated the singer named "Miyuki Nakajima" from her memory and began to sing and play the guitar.

"The other side of the blue-grey sea"

"Now I am hurting you (someone is suffering)"

"..."

"Loss of nothing (even if you lose everything again and again)"

"人はまだWho does it mean? (People still rely on the helping hand of others)"

"..."

In the songs and melodies that only Wakaba Mutsu could hear, as the burning passion and sincere emotions of pursuing dreams flowed, the complex wounds in her heart seemed to quietly begin to heal.

Her eyes widened, and she clutched her chest tightly with both hands, her pupils filled only with the image of the boy playing the guitar under the moonlight.

When the song ended, Wakaba Mutsu began to clap, each clap a forceful clap, like her rapid and heavy heartbeat.

"Do you feel any happier now?" Akira Kurusu asked Mutsu Wakaba for her thoughts, as the figure of "Dioscuri" slowly dissipated.

Ruo Yemu nodded vigorously.

"Let's go back to sleep."

It was only the length of a song, but Akira Kurusu felt it was enough... He could sense that Mutsuka Wakaba's mood was clearer than ever before.

Unfortunately, this only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause.

Akira thought that if she let Mutsuka continue living her current life, the pressure and pain would continue to accumulate until one day music could no longer convey her emotions.

Ruoye Mu obediently got up from the bench and followed him into the house.

The living room remained completely dark, and neither the hired nanny nor Minami noticed that the two had left.

Perhaps it's because they simply cannot imagine that Ruoye Mu would be abducted from her home late at night.

Akira Kurishi escorted Mukuro Wakaba to her bedroom, thoughtfully pulling the covers up for her before preparing to leave.

I tried to move my feet, but found that I couldn't move at all.

Ruoye Mu grabbed his sleeve and tugged at it gently.

Akira Kurusu had no choice but to turn back and approach the bedside. "Is there anything else?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ruoye Mu rushed forward and hugged Laixi Xiao tightly.

Lai Xixiao patted her on the shoulder, "It's already very late, I have to leave early tomorrow morning."

As he spoke, he tried to push Wakaba Mutsu away.

The girl seemed to have long been accustomed to being submissive and dared not resist at all, letting Akira Kurisu push her hands away.

Akira Kurusu felt the sudden dampness on the back of her hand and fell silent.

Despite listening to "Spring Shadow" so many times today, which was a blend of personality masks and spiritual power, even actress Minami Mori almost couldn't control her expression. Wakaba Mutsu managed not to shed a single tear, but now tears were sliding down her cheeks, and no matter how much Akira Kurusu wiped them away, she couldn't stop them.

Akira Kurusu asked Mutsuka Wakaba, "Have you ever attended a physiology class?"

Ruoye Mu nodded very slowly.

“Do you know that what you’re doing is wrong?” Akira Kurusu said. “Unless you’re a married couple or a couple in a relationship, you shouldn’t lie in the same bed.”

Ruoye Mu nodded again.

"If you really lack a sense of security, I can find a way to get Toyokawa Shoko to come and sleep with you."

Ruo Yemu hurriedly shook his head.

Akira was about to be driven mad by her. "Your current thoughts make you a completely bad girl, you know that?"

Ruo Ye Mu didn't speak, but tears just kept falling down her face.

Just like a Scottish Fold cat that has suffered from illness since childhood, if it had never taken painkillers, it would probably still have the courage to live, because its original happiness was found in pain.

Painkillers are addictive. What makes people obsessed with them is not the chemical components in the drugs, but the brief few hours of relief from pain.

Seeing her like this, Lai Xixiao's tone softened immediately, "You can't be willful about things like this."

In a barely audible voice, Wakaba Mutsu said, "Takafumi and Minami want me to do this."

She is simply not good at expressing her own thoughts; it doesn't mean she is incapable of normally, or even keenly, perceiving the deeper meaning behind other people's words.

“But you were unwilling at the time,” Akira Kurusu could sense the almost pathological dependence in Mutsuka Wakaba’s heart, but he couldn’t accept a patient’s “romance” that had grown up in the wrong place for the wrong reasons.

If Ye Mu remained silent, she would kneel on the bed, feeling wronged and confused, hugging her shoulders as if she had nothing to rely on, her lowered eyes filled with glistening tears.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, as if the whole world had abandoned her, Lai Xixiao could only sigh, "Do you know what will happen if we are found out to have come out of the same room tomorrow morning? What will Xiangzi think of us? What will your parents think of us?"

It wasn't that he was incapable of being someone a girl admired; it was just that he couldn't believe whether the affection that Ruoye Mu was currently experiencing, driven by pathological factors, would eventually transform into... transform into something distorted and deformed over time.

Ruoye Mu bit her lip and nodded hesitantly.

Just as she was about to give up on this little bit of willfulness, the almost scabbed wound in her heart was suddenly torn open by an invisible hand. Amidst the dripping blood, that devilish voice tempted her, "Xiao Mu, let me say a few words."

Following the sound, Wakaba Mutsu looked towards the spot beside the pillow, where a small and adorable "Wakaba Mutsu" doll dressed in a performance costume was sitting. It raised its two hands to cover its face and swayed shyly from side to side.

"No," Wakaba Mutsu tried to refuse. "Shoko and he are dating."

The doll, however, gestured wildly at her in frustration, saying, "He should have been taken away from Xiangzi! Let that girl who betrayed you..."

“Xiangzi didn’t betray me.” Ruoye Mu grabbed it anxiously and shook it hard.

The doll said sadly, "The truth is, Xiangzi betrayed you. He ran off to secretly form a new band without a word for a whole month. Only I've been by your side since we were little, Xiao Mu... Believe me, maybe we'll see Longwen and Minami smiling in the future. You want them to care about you too..."

"No! No! No!" Ruoye Mu shook the doll desperately, trying to stop it from talking.

After a brief hesitation, the doll placed its hand on the back of her hand.

"You can avoid getting hurt if you just listen to your parents. Mutsu, Amamiya and Shoko both said that you need to take care of yourself first."

It bewitched the innocent girl, "What you're doing now is already going to get you labeled a 'freak' in Amamiya's eyes. Let me say a few words, I'll try to save you... Uh-oh?!"

Under the incredulous gaze of both Wakaba Mutsu and the doll, Kurusu Akira suddenly reached out and grabbed the doll that resembled Wakaba Mutsu.

"It's a bit noisy."

He held up the doll and shook it.

The doll immediately fell silent.

It seemed that even Wakaba Mutsu's breathing had stopped.

Akira Kurusu simply looked down into Wakaba Mutsu's eyes calmly, then took her cold hand in his. "Wakaba-san, why are you so convinced that I can bring you happiness?"

Ruoye Mu looked at Kurusu Akira and the "doll" in his hand, bewildered. In reality, there was no doll at all; Kurusu Akira was just holding a ball of air and talking to himself.

If there were any bystanders here, they would definitely think that both of them have mental illnesses.

But Akira Kurusu wasn't sick; he simply used exaggerated intuition to figure out what kind of person Mutsuka Wakaba had been talking to.

Looking at the dying doll in Akira Kurusu's hands, Wakaba Mutsu carefully got up to take it back.

Akira Kurusu did not resist and let go of his hand, allowing Mutsu Wakaba to take away the doll that did not exist in his hand.

Ruoye Mu hugged it tightly, then looked up, her expression suddenly becoming more complex.

She almost stumbled off the bed, then grabbed Lai Xixiao's hand, like a drowning person grasping at a straw, her body sinking until she collapsed to her knees on the ground.