The Night Of Speculating and Hiding

The dark blue sky widely arose as another couple of hours passed alongside the radiant white moonlight that went brighter, taking the special spotlight on Neo Tokyo's tonight's show. Gusting night winds blew across the neon light buildings below and the crowd of people who filled the majority of sidewalks.

A towering-enlarged building with a white-tile surface lightened up a gleaming neon color and glassy circular bulb on the left rooftop. Neon color continuously transitioned into new colors every second such as red, blue, and many other bright colors to shine in the gloomy darkness of the moonlight.

A group of shimmering rainbow colors words were placed on the top-edge right and merged into one word that stated "Mizuraya Shopping Center". Inside the shopping center, there was a crowd of people occupying several spots such as stores, restaurants, and many other things.

Even the large neon-black frame screen in the center of Mizuraya was grouped by a crowd of people mostly in the middle front, glancing in either their curious or uncertain stare. A stare was centered on the news picture that showed three outline drawings of the three humanoids who recently attacked the abandoned factor.

The news itself was also being shared on a holographic blue, tv screen that hovered on the above edge of one of the restaurants, Shiranke. A restaurant with a gleaming-neon orange frame on the entrance gate and a holographic orange Oni wearing a red Karate Gi stood resiliently on the right side.

One of the people who took the silk-cream white table and chair, also briefly on the tv screen, was Kenta and his girlfriend, who wore a purple dress and white jacket, Yurika. The photographer slowly opened an aroused smirk toward his girlfriend who was still focusing her attention on the tv screen.

'She is indeed very beautiful and kind too. That's one of the reasons that I had a difficult time returning to my Morphion self.' Kenta mumbled through his mind, biting his lips in shivering anxiousness.

"Hey Kenta," Yurika called out her boyfriend's name. "Kenta!!"

Kenta shook his head and closed his aroused smirk when Yurika eyes him with a bemused furrow. He could only share a burst of sheepish laughter and rubbed the back of his head in blissfulness.

"What's going with you Kenta?" Yurika asked with a worried tone.

"Nothing," Kenta replied, swallowing a large gulp of his saliva to regain the confidence for continuing the conversation. "I'm just wondering how in the world I can still share the recent news directly on the humanoids. Damn, I never imagine that."

Yurika sheepishly chuckled, "Oh okay. For that, you were just pretty lucky because I'm quite worried when you told me about that."

The couple glared at their glasses with an icy green ocha on the left as their thirsty mood influenced them, quickly drinking a huge chuck of the ocha and finishing all the liquid with gleeful satisfaction. Then, both Kenta and Yurika put their ocha-contained glasses onto the left side, sharing a gleeful laugh with each other.

"Yes, it's quite challenging that I must find the safe spot recording it," Kenta mumbled, slowly extending his smiling lips.

"Wow that's quite more comforting than most of my stage performances," Yurika said, with a bitter impressed eyebrow, and rubbed both of her shivering arms. "I meant you dont meet some creepy fan like mine."

Kenta groaned and shook his head, "Oh come on. At least you get a lot of payment for each of your performances.

"While my payment is very less compared and that also includes a news where I'm in the life-threatening situation" Kenta argued. "So come on don't think that my job is better than you."

Yurika giggled blissfully and raised a fluster-waving hand after capturing every counterargument spread by her boyfriend. Then, she pinched her lower lips as a fitting idea of presuming flashed through her mind, briefly declaring another round of excited chuckle.

"Speaking about your news activity, did you see Sparror in there?" Yurika asked with an intriguing curiosity. "I heard that Sparror facing all of three humanoid and even defeated them with ease."

Bombarding thrill thoughts of hunting the most desirable prey came to play as Kenta raised his frowning eyebrows. His palms unyieldingly trembled with fiery excitement torching through the depth of his veins.

Furthermore, the recording of the moment where he observed the battle between the three humanoids and Sparror overwhelmed his mind, forcing him to release a staggering grit. The trembling on his hands became more aggressive as the empty plates on the table and glasses.

A concerned stare painted on Yurika's face as she continued watching Kenta's hands' shiveringly tremble like a person who was stuck in sub-zero temperature. She hurriedly tapped on one of her boyfriend's hands, stopping the ongoing trembling.

The image of watching Sparror blasted away his fiery construct vanished into nothingness, bringing Kenta into a reality with him opening a bewildered jaw. Then, The Photographer retrieved both of his shiverings and blurted out, a high-pitched mortifying chortle when darting his sight toward Yurika.

Yurika sighed and unnervingly asked, "What happened, Kenta?"

"Ah…just some out-of-the-world compilation because this is the first time I saw Sparror in my naked eyes," Kenta said, holding his dizzy-like palm with the thought of Sparror fired up the hidden desire. "I just felt amazed and enticed to see the real Sparror doing his…heroic stuff!!"

"Even it's…only a brief time," Kenta added, forcefully closing his thrilling lips from ever getting out.

At first, Yurika dropped her jaw in both confusion and bemused as she kept tilting her head onto her boyfriend who was still biting his lips. Then, she released a relieving chuckle that convinced Kenta to take a short deep breath and exhale it from his mouth, washing away his biting lips of his.

"You really a big fan of Sparror, aren't you?" Yurika guessed, widening her alluring smirk.

Kenta assuredly nodded and uttered, "You can say that, Yurika."

"I wished I could actually meet him directly," Kenta murmured, initiating a sheepish giggle shortly.

"Maybe you will have a chance to meet him, one day," Yurika replied with a soothing delightful tone as.

"I hope so and that will be one of the best experiences in my life," Kenta remarked excitedly.

The couple's dinner time would soon end as Yurika got up from her comfy seat and headed toward the cashier table on the far right. With Kenta perceived to his girlfriend who kept walking further, despondent eyes hurled down.

'Even though I already observed Sparror in my naked eyes, it's still quite hard for me to let go of the thought of becoming a normal human.' Kenta mumbled through his mind with a sorrowful tone, biting the staggering lips.

'Like for almost five years, I continue not letting go of Yurika from my life.' Kenta added, drowning deeper into the sea of regret as he widened the staggering lips. 'Damn this is why love can literally change people's lives and even destroy you as a strong individual.

Kenta reluctantly bowed down his and presumed the mind mumbling with a pleading tone, 'Frenzy whatever your last name is, please help me more.'

A breezy night wind fled across all of the houses that occurred in Neo Tokyo and recently filled with people who already taking a soothing nap in their bedrooms. Even most members of the Akarui household took a joyful slumber in each of their rooms except for one person who stood beside the bedroom's door and held the phone near his left ear.

The person was none other than Hatoshi who calmly listened to the ongoing phone with the voice that belonged to one of his heroic allies, Chemistra. He firmly closed his lips and fixated his stern glare on the pale-white wall in the front.

"Sparror or Hatoshi, can you come in the early morning for our meeting or precisely on the six clocks?" Chemistra asked with a cold, yet stoic tone. "Because we must discuss more of this recent problem of the humanoids that both attacked you and Akushijo at the same time."

"I'm afraid that this new villain is like Gunvalian in terms of the tactic, observing its prey by sending the minion to analyze the biggest threat," Chemistra added. "You are indeed 100% the biggest threat for that new villain

"Yes, I will come to the meeting," Hatoshi said with an assertive tone, glancing toward his opened palm.

"Good to hear that," Chemistra replied, slowly grasping a distorting calmness.

"Remember meet me in the secret base on 6'o clock," Chemistra remarked with a mix of a harsh tone and scolding demeanor.

The phone call ended when a distorting clapping sound was precisely captured through Hatoshi's sharp hearing. He pulled away his holding phone from his ear and tapped the button on the left above his phone, shrinking down the shimmering screen of the phone into a pure pitch black.

Hatoshi leaned his back onto the wall near the bedroom and gazed up with pondering eyebrows appeared on eyebrows. Both hands strictly tightened due to the schoolboy's mind starting to replay one of the past moments that occurred in the last afternoon between him and the humanoids.

More precisely, the moment of catching the white hooded man in the sky above view became the main spotlight of his recording from the last afternoon. A white hooded man was continuously watching and calmly observed the clean early flow of his battle against the three humanoids before it faded out into nothingness.

It brought back Hatoshi into the gloomy reality as he constantly rubbed his below chin for attempting to solve the true identity of the white hooded man. The schoolboy placed his phone into his pocket on the left side of his pant and sharpened the alerting glare toward the above interior view, extending the wondering mood for guessing the hooded man's identity or role.

'Maybe that hooded guy could be the mastermind on all of those humanoid problems.' Hatoshi released his theory toward his mind with a doubtful tone and tightly pinched the below part as he presumed. 'Because he silently observed me from above and when I defeated all of the humanoid, he just vanished.'

Doubtful closing lips bloomed entirely on Hatoshi's face as he dug deeper into the self speculating on capturing the glimpse of the hooded man's identity. The further he ventured, the more the schoolboy convinced himself to grit his unnerving teeth.

'Or maybe the hooded guy was not the true mastermind. Instead, he was just a pawn like the other humanoids.' Hatoshi released another skeptical speculation about the possible identity of the hooded man.

'That could be possible too.' Hatoshi added.

However, the digging of speculating abruptly interrupted as the schoolboy yawned in exhaustion. A sheepish giggle was freed from his throat due to he tossed aside all the thoughts related to unveiling the true mastermind, turning around his sight onto the bed room door.

'Well, maybe I should think that later and instead, let's get some good sleep.' Hatoshi uttered through his mind.

The schoolboy wrapped the steel doorknob and pressed it, opening the access of his dark bedroom as he swiftly walked inside. Unbeknownst to Hatoshi who fully entered the bedroom and closed the outside access, Hirata slightly opened his door and raised the certain furrow toward her cousin.

'Now, my theory that both my cousin and Sparror are the same person can be true.' Hirata muttered within her mind.

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