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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2025 1:14 am
The problem with losing half of your memories was that the past still always seemed to find a way to catch up with you, even if you don't remember enough to be prepared for it. This, it seemed, was what Sakura was now dealing with. It had started as an interaction at her work, a boy with pink hair seeking her out and asking her name, and then it had snowballed into Sakura's own personal version of hell. This boy knew her, and had known Zakuro. He knew Ako. And apparently? He was essentially her brother. The glamor had made it difficult for him to find her, relying on remembering her name as a senshi and the name she had told him she thought to choose, but he finally found her after what felt like ages. And now? Now he was sitting on her couch, making her life a living hell for god only knows how many times this made it this week. He was full of energy, loud and vibrant like a damned firework. Which frankly was giving Sakura a headache.
Rubbing at her temple, she sent a text off to her girlfriend, praying that Ei wouldn't be busy and could come over.
'If i say I thought about killing an Agent, would I get in trouble?'
Followed by another text.
'Please for the love of all that is good in this world, come over. I need help navigating a very unusual situation.'
Slipping her phone back into her pocket, she directed her attention back to Akito, who has stopped talking and watched her with a fascination as she sent the texts.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2025 1:23 am
Akito had found her. He finally found his sister. Thank all the stars in the sky. She was different, that much was certain. Visually, most of all. But her nature, her mannerisms, it all screamed of his sister. His heart had felt like it could have burst when she confirmed who she was, and then it could have broken when she looked at him in confusion.
It took a bit for her to remember the time they spent together, at least while she was a senshi. She had come by to see him, still clad in her fuku, on more than one occasion, and he had often gone to seek her out in her usual spot when she didn't check in. Those memories, it seemed, were still in tact. Even if their entire childhood was gone. That, at least, he had been prepared for.
So now he sat, after at least a week of coming to talk to her, on the couch in her living room. He had spent the last hour chattering at her incessantly, trying to see if she would remember anything at all from their childhood, or before she became Sakura at all, only to be met with blank looks and irritation.
When he watched her pull her phone out, he immediately noticed the change in her expression. She had a fond smile on her face, a drastic contrast to the vivid irritation moments before. Whoever she was texting, she cared deeply for them.
"Texting your boyfriend are we~?" He couldn't help the teasing tone in his voice, couldn't help himself from riling her up. In the moments she lost her composure and snapped at him, it was like the old her was sitting there instead. What he wasn't prepared for, however, was the next word out of her mouth.
"Girlfriend, actually."
Since when? For over twenty years, she had never once looked at a girl with interest. Guys? Definitely. Girls? .....he thought he was the only one who swung that way in the family, but apparently he was horribly mistaken. "......you know I need to meet her, right? Holy s**t, Sakura-nee, I definitely need to meet her." And with any luck, he wouldn't have to wait long.
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