Reactionary of The Two Days Failure From Inside Out

Dazzling moonlight shone its radiant flashes the darker the night sky residing within Neo Tokyo city's area. The freezing wind freely gusted every rooftop spot of the buildings, empty sidewalks, and even the placid group of houses.

Akarui household was included on the list for the freezing night wind passing by and spreading the humid atmosphere when touching the rough surface of the rooftop. Most of the household members have already fallen into the deep-serene slumbering in each of their soothing bedrooms.

However, Chisato was the exception of the household members who didn't fall to sleep even when she sat on her pale-green bed sheet. She gritted her teeth in worriedness and snowed her shivering forehead, capturing the attention of her husband to get up his tiring upper body.

Sasaki smoothly landed a gentle pat on his wife's left shoulder, convincing her to wince an unnerving smile before he wrapped her stomach with his arms. The housewife slightly steered her stare toward her husband who sheepishly widened his cheerful smirk, attempting to start the midnight conversation.

"Sasaki, do you think Hirata's suspicion about Hatoshi is right?" Chisato asked concernedly and blurted out more of her point for the argument. "Because recently, I felt he wasn't very honest with us. Especially today. Yes, he was known for not talking much with us compared with Yuna, but the way he behaved…."

Chisato exhaled the hefty breath from her mouth and closed her eyes briefly, "It reminds me about you, Sasaki. He was hiding something very important almost as you did it to me..when you still wore your…Superhero mantle."

"Also there was news the Superheroes failed to save the civilians in an insurance company in the North District and yes he indeed felt guilty, but there was something different." Chisato spoke with a bitter tone, shaking her head in an unnerving demeanor.

Sasaki nodded in surprise and said as he watched his wife fall into trembling worriedness and shimmered the aqua blue light through both his eyes, "Yes, continue, Chisato. Just let out everything you wanted to say"

"The way he behaved his guilt was like you," Chisato mumbled, extending her winced jaw. "The time when you failed to save….your close friend and the regret…of…that…day too, Sasaki."

He retreated both hugging arms before turning around his attention to the back, pinching his chin. Aqua blue light raised the gleaming brightness within his eyes the more time he spent nodding his head before releasing breathed away the burdensome air.

A sparkling reminder colored Chisato's entire face especially when she witnessed her husband turn his sight onto her once again. She even stretched up a shocked eyebrow with her locking eyes and darted toward her husband's assertive eyes that dimmed out the aqua blue light.

"Did you already know…Hatoshi is…is…Sparror earlier?" Chisato flabbergasted, heaving her trembling finger to point onto him, and shakily asked another question. "You….still….had your super sight right?"

"Right…Sasaki?" Chisato muttered the same exact question that encouraged her husband to reluctantly groan

Sasaki rested his clenching fist on the middle of his beating chest before strengthening his closed-affirmative lips, ensuring his concise point of view regarding the question. Chisato was motionlessly stunned after she received the assured confirmation from her husband, widened her shocked jaw, and released an echoing gasp across the bedroom.

Nevertheless, the housewife submissively embraced the acceptance by closing her shivering jaw and furrowing down her eyes in the little spark of despondency filtering her mind. The abrupt despondency encouraged Sasaki to place both of his warmful palms below his wife's cheek.

"So we are just going to tell him that we already knew his lies?" Chisato suggested anxiously, shook her unnerving furrow

"No, it's better he confessed his secret identity to us." Sasaki insisted, gritting his teeth.

Chisato groaned in frustration and bickered, "Sasaki, please listen to me!!"

"He was a kid who now suffers regret or guilt of failing to save people and the problem is he didn't like to expose all those things to us!!" Chisato argued in franticness that forced her to shake her husband's arm.

"So we can help him quickly as possible," Chisato added.

Sasaki assuredly nodded and uttered, "I know what you meant Chisato."

"However, trust me I've been in his position too, and perhaps confessing….to my parent back then was the only way," Sasaki remarked, placing his palm on his chest, and continued. "Just…trust me."

Chisato hesitantly close her shivering eyes in brief seconds and colored a doubtfulness whimpered jaw with her husband still exposing his resilient lips. Eventually, tonight's agreement on handling their nephew's current disheartening condition was settled with both of them nodding.

Warmful morning sun freshly arose on the whole scene within the clean-azure sky of Neo Tokyo. Radiant sunlight tenderly sundered on top of the rooftop or even the massive reflective body of the trapezoid building as it was included in the list for the soothing shower from the sun.

A holographic video clip about the recent news was placed in the middle of the glassy surface of the trapezoid building. The news video showed short grey hair old woman wearing a velvet suit alongside one of the famous news hostesses, Yukina Ginjo initiating a morning interview. Furthermore, the old woman dropped her sorrowful jaw as the flow of the interview continued smoothly.

"I'm indeed deeply sorry for all my employees who became the victim of the incident and as the owner of Enkenko, I'm willing to pay the losses." The old woman reassured, closing her eyes in an affirmative demeanor.

While the workers inside the trapezoid buildings filled the entire workplace with an out loud voice of discussion. A couple of discussions or conversations chose the two day ago incident as the central topic for the workers. More specifically, the workers commenced a quite heated argument with each other regarding the failed act of the Superhero.

A young half-orange-haired woman who wore a green thick jacket and a creamy-white dress stood beside her chubby male co-worker who wore an all-black uniform. She bit her lips in a bitter annoyance toward the male worker as she steadily captured the opposite point of view argument being let out.

"Come on, Kenichi, Superhero's primary job is saving the civilians, and right now they failed." The woman commented in a harsh demeanor, raising her voice of frustration. "Of course, they must pay for what they have done."

Kenichi shook his head and grunted, "That argument of blaming superheroes is now becoming lame and outdated, Shimura."

"We've had been living around them for a very long time," Kenichi argued, furrowed his scolding eyebrows, and continued. "We should know they failed on saving civilians from Enkeko because they got outsmarted by the villains."

"Also, complaining like this will only become a burden and make you an ungrateful person," Kenichi added, putting a smirk on his lips.

Hence, the argument between the two workers continued when Shimura shook her exasperated wince onto the left. While Kenichi exhaled the tiring gasp and shrugged off with his workmate was on the brink of strengthening her point of view related to the recent failure of the superheroes.

Although most of the people within the news building commenced their argument with each other, Kenta was one of the workers who didn't engage in it. Instead, he harmoniously tapped two of his lined-up fingers on the table and resonated smooth clapping noises, calmly closing his eyes for a brief time.

Then, Kenta centered his glance toward the bluish holographic screen that presented an intriguing picture closely related to superheroes. A polished artwork of The Blazing Hero himself, Sparror hovered on the bluish sky and extended his molten arms, convincing The Photographer to form an enthusiastic grin.

Kenta tightened his enthralling fists with his eyes kept steadily locked onto his future prey, blitzing brown electrical strings on his wrist in less than seconds. The Photographer placed one of his thrilling palms below, starting to shine the memory clip occurring in the past two days.

A short clip when Frenzy Cloverland got up from his cushy writing chair and elevated his persuasive palm, extending the enthralling smirk. The smirk that at that time, clouded Kenta's furrowing eyebrows in a puzzled demeanor.

"If Sparror already succeeded on so-called taming his perturbing emotion, did you think it's more fun if you make an attempt to break it again?" Frenzy Cloverland persuaded with an alluring tone and insisted. "Rethinking about that enthusiastic and enthralling possibility."

Kenta reluctantly exhaled the bothersome sigh after glancing at the convincing smile of The Phantom. Regardless, he placed his crossing left arm on the chest and landed his bowed head on the wondering palm for venturing into the wonders of realization with the suggested possibility from The Phantom himself.

As The Photographer scratched his cheeks, a sudden feeling of enthralment torched through the peak of his mind and washed away all of the skepticism in the form of unshackled an astounded smile. Blitzing brown electrical strings popped out to constrict his wrists especially when he plunged forward the intriguing smile onto Frenzy Cloverland.

"Yes, you're right about that, Phantom," Kenta admitted with an excited tone, pointing one of his fingers toward The Phantom who joyfully released a burst of high-pitched contorting giggles. The contorting giggles even encouraged The Photographer to blurt out more enthusiastic words."I indeed love to break the prey's spirit in the most pleasurable way as possible before I killed them.

Kenta chuckled grimly and uttered a guest, "So you're very sure Sparror will be back in your sequel!!"

"Almost 100% absolutely true, Kenta." The Phantom replied with a soothing excitement flourishing his entire thoughts especially when he gracefully waved up his left hand. "The sequel of the thrilling show will be revealed whether The Blazing Hero of Neo Tokyo will made his return or submit to the reality he was just a selfish lover boy.

The Phantom chortled and continued with low pitched taunting voice, "A boy who couldn't let his precious-pleasure doll die."

"But if he didn't show up on the grand opening of the show, you can take my life instead." Frenzy Cloverland added, reluctantly nodding before he chuckled in a thrilling and embarking confidence. "In the end, I didn't truly care about my lifespan because my sole purpose existing in this plane of the universe is to create the greatest show ever. Death is the part of the consequence I must pay."

"Okay, deal," Kenta replied, pointing his marking fingers toward his possibly future prey.

Afterward, the intriguing conversation from two days ago faded out in an instant and returned Kenta to the present day. A present-day where he darted the mesmerizing gaze upon the clean-neon blue above the interior and rested his exhausted back on the comfy work chair.

The mesmerizing time sadly met its end when the vibrating sound of his phone screamed through the left side of his hearing. Kenta quickly pushed his back and switched his sudden-doubtful glare toward the phone, resting on the left side of his work table,

A phone notification revealing the message box with the sender name, Yurika located above stretched further his anxious winced. The feeling of trembling discomfort and uncertainty plagued his mind with Kenta unsteadily frowning and holding his head altogether from ever shaking.

Furthermore, the chat box with a message written, "Hey Kenta do you want to have dinner together in Kutuya" encroached his thought as he hushedly groan and bit his staggering teeth. He eventually nodded his head and sighed the burdening thoughts with him switching his glare onto the right side shortly.

A stimulating eagerness ignited an exhilarating grin on the entirety of Kenta's lip as he sluggishly rotated his neck closer to the distance of his phone. The Photographer chortled in the little spark of delightfulness that blazed through his desire with him sharpening the enticing eyebrows on the message box.

Nevertheless, Kenta picked up the phone with his tightened grip and amusedly formed the crystal-clear smirk of enticement. Brown electrical strings strangling his wrist emerged within his naked eyes once again, widening the enticing smirk with the strings departed in an instant.

'Right now, I'm just going to play the part as this average joe that calls himself Kenta for you, Yurika.' Kenta mumbled through his mind with the soothing delirium and slightly raised his eyebrows and remarked, venturing into the possibility of returning to his old identity. 'I know someday, our relationship once I regained my true spirit as a hunter.'

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