Two scoops with a Cherry on top

Perhaps it was the dumbest idea for them, but it was one they were willing to try. Setsuna had hopped over the door of the car to settle into the passenger seat. The windows and the top of the Porsche were both taken down, for the both of them to enjoy the cool winds of their vehicle. Kasey opened the door and sat in the seat, leaning over the center of the car to take the pearl knob from her pocket. With one hand, she unscrewed the shift knob and replaced it with her other. The embossed and painted cherry blossoms, and her name would be engraved at the top. She passed it to her companion who sat in the seat beside her, much like a dog, only he was bipedal and sported a coat to hide the body he lacked.

"How do we know she is really one of her friends?" the creature would ask the girl. The sound of the cylinders firing off as the girl pushed the car into gear and drove off.

"How does she know we're really Cherry's sibling?" she asked her spirit. It was a game of smoke am=nd mirrors. Neither side wanted to give more than they needed. No one wanted to dance around mistakes and possible enemies, but at the same time no one was really to be trusted. Kasey sighed as she turned on the radio to play her favorite singer on the way to the ice cream shop. If the girl knew Cherry frequented there, she had to be a friend, or at least a stalker.

She would pull up to the parking lot, only to park the car. The both of them would unbuckle themselves, as the girl would unscrew the knob. She would hold in within her hands as she took the keys out of the car, hopping out and locking it. her black slacks were pinstriped with white, with a black vest atop of it. Her shirt was red, a deep maroon, with a loose tie around her neck. She slipped the knob in her pocket as she walked away from KC 11 and towards the ice cream shop. The creature followed close behind her, his head almost level with her hip, like a small child, but the voice of an old and aged man. The skeleton would follow her as she entered the shop, only to point at the flavors that were offered. Without him connected to her, there was no reason for him to pick a flavor, other than a helpful suggestion.

"Two scoops of Cherry, please." she would tell the cashier, only to pull out her black executive credit card. She had no idea what the person looked like that she was meeting. But surely, if she knew her twin sister, her silver hair wouldn't have thrown her that far off.

Children were tiny demons spawned from their mother's loins. They were produced at the hand of a father who wouldn't stay, or would be the first to scream at the sight of horns on their daughter's heads. Parents were never good. They split them up, trying to toss one out without anyone knowing. The other grew to learn that her twin, was nothing more than her imagination. But she wasn't, they were both real. And they both housed destructive natures.

Kasey grabbed her frozen treat, only to look up to find a girl waving at her. It was certainly not the strangest thing to happen to her, she must have been the girl she was supposed to meet. She looked over to Setsuna, and they would both make their way to the girl's table, taking a seat, Setsuna however stood at the girl's side, resting his head upon the table.

"Porsche 911S. I forget the year." she would answer. "What do you mean bad circumstances?" Kasey would ask, a bit confused as to the situation. She would take the spoon and dig it into the ice cream before speaking again. "She's only lost, it's not like she was kidnapped, right?" she laughed a bit, finding humor in it as she lifted the spoon to her lips and ate her treat.

"We are here for Cherry, aren't we?" the voice of the creature would speak out. ". . . As well as Bubbles." he would add, turning his head to get a glimpse of the girl as he looked up at her, before turning back to watch the sundae in front of her.

Kasey finished enjoying her treat and would speak after he did, giving almost no time to answer. "What kinda cars do you got?" she would as the girl, curious to what rides she preferred. Surely everyone had an entire fleet at their disposal, right?

Kasey and Cherry were more alike than anyone would care to admit. Both of them barely held onto the sanity of society, while housing a destructive beast within them. Other than the fact they shared the same face, or perhaps even the same upbringing despite being separated at quirks, they had been led to the same point. As Bubbles showed his power, Setsuna had played along to grow as he did, to grow stronger, more dangerous, and more deadly. But Setsuna had something that he didn't. If Bubbles had gotten hurt, he would be removed, and cast aside. If Setsuna was destroyed, he would birth himself once more from Kasey's body. As long as his host had the energy to spend, he could protect her. And if she was exhausted he could still exist, carrying her to safety. They were rivals, in most senses that all siblings are, but could you consider both entities related outside of the females they lived beside?

"The benefits of having a team of mechanics." It wasn't her car. She didn't enjoy it more than any other vehicle. She had her personal few, but none like her employers. Besides, it wasn't that she needed fast, she needed comfort, for tonight at least. Kasey liked the ability to pick out whatever car she wanted, just walking to a lot and selecting one. She had gotten her own, but still she was testing all of them out, getting a feel for them all. Kyoko would go on about Cherry's disappearance, all the while Kasey's eyes would drift to face her familiar who had taken a liking to the girl's treat. Confused, she would take a large scoop of her own treat as the girl spoke, finishing it quite fast. Rather than reply to the girl, she spoke to him.

"Can you taste it?" she would ask, only to receive a sharp;

"No." he would say, only to have the cup of the ice cream slid over to him. Not missing the chance to enjoy his own body, his own tongue and own stomach, he would lean forward to have the front of his mouth pull the cup towards him as his head turned to press against the table. Moving his neck backwards, he would slide it closer, only to open wide and chomp down on the treat. Without lips, he struggled, and without a real mouth outside of his jaw, he had only crushed the ice cream, rather than consume it. The dairy product would get over his teeth and the underside of his skull, but he would still try to consume the treat, even if he suffered.

"I assume Cherry worked with you then." Kasey would say, looking back up from the mess and towards the girl. "Then is it safe to assume you were in that chat as well?" she asked, even without using the word villain, sure the girl would have caught on. "I haven't seen her Internet Provider pop up from her profile, no matter how hard I try, but if you do Information Technology work, I'm sure you tried as well." he went on, refusing to use any abbreviation. Her mind simply did not work that way. "But if you're asking what I'm doing outside of Big Sister's Playroom, I'm a janitor. I just clean and take out the trash, occasionally landscaping or painting. . . oh, and I do a bit of tailoring work, but that's only on-call."

Assigned to care? That was no different than a parent that adopted a child, but if treated like equals, to some extent, that make Cherry her little sister. By proxy, that meant she too, was Kasey's elder sister. But in the relation of care, it would seem to work the opposite. Kasey seemed to have the connections, the edge, and the higher position upon their ladder of work. But trying to compare apples to oranges wasn't her strong suit. Setsuna would continue to drag and smear his face into the ice cream, only to remain a failure. It wasn't that he couldn't. he just wasn't sure if he was doing it right. Could he only use his senses while connected to the girl? Then what allowed him to see, to touch, to hear? Was it just spiritual that allowed him to do so? There was new questions, and none that either of the two had answers to.

"Ah, then that makes sense." she would say to the girl's answer, "The Assistant." she would say, setting her left hand on her chest, as if to point at herself. "Officially, I'm Mr. Ketsujo's secretary. Unofficially, I'm also his janitor as well, but rather than dispose of food remains and recycling, I'm disposing bodies, and whatever mess he leaves behind." She answered. putting her trust into the girl. If any of her life had gotten out, she would blame her alone. It wasn't like she was impossible to find. Even with a VPN, having seen, as well as observed Big Sister's display as well as made a friend with a more superior skill, she could have found anyone she wanted. If anyone had learned the real identity of Cherry's sister, Kyoko would pay for it dearly. Why wouldn't she let it all out? "But also, I guess my tailoring for Amadeus will have to wait as he grieves the lost of his daughter." Susumu. That was what she was to him, right?

"How long had you known of Cherry?" Kasey asked, finding it a good time to really learn about the woman that shared the same face as she had.

Without a reply, he would continue to make a fool of himself, attempting to consume something he simply didn't even have a stomach for. But it would take all of his focus and attention, something that caused him to dismiss all that the girl said.

Kasey listened to the girl pass over her comment. She was not an assistant, she was The Assistant. A title granted to her solely off the fact she worked for the three organizations of Japan. Ketsujo Corp. The Kobayashi Yakuza. Robotiks Engineering. She had her hand in every cookie jar. "If you intend to blackmail me, you'll find that knowing more, doesn't make you safe, but more of a target." she would say, her expression unchanged as she stared into the empty cup in front of her, wishing she had more ice cream. "Big Sister was, and she was my sister-in-law as well." that was a bit of a stretch, but it also wasn't entirely wrong. Kasey knew her name, her face, her powers and her skills. And she knew well enough the reason why she disappeared.

As Kyoko brought up the belongings of Cherry, both Setsuna and Kasey paused to watch her move the box onto the table. Immediately as it was placed, Setsuna jumped onto Kasey's lap and reached into the box to pull out a red scarf. He held it before looking back at his master. "This, I remember the day she got this."

"Third Christmas." Kasey answered before reaching out to take the scarf from her companion, bringing it to her face to take in the smell, at least what was left of her sister. "A tracking quirk isn't needed, when you're already an animal." she would say, closing her eyes as she inhaled deep with her face pressed into the scarf. She let it on her lap, as Setsuna continued to reach into the box to see what remained. It was almost like looting a dead body, but neither would accept the truth.

Osiris. That's right, you were all using your Egyptian code names. she would say to the girl, "Anubis was the god of burials, but it was Sobek that guided the souls to the underworld." She would spit out the bit of useless information to the girl. "They shared the same parents, but were never considered siblings. Osiris was just the god that watched over the realm of the dead, but it was life, that he had power over." she spoke out to the girl, as if it all mattered.

"I have guided many souls against their wishes to the underworld, it is there they will face second judgement. Do you think Cherry is busy helping others find their way as well?"

As she walked away from the pair, the both of them rummaged through the last of the belongings before gathering it all into their arms and beginning to leave. "Not everything can be bought with money. But soon, when I take over Ketsujo Corp, everything will have a price tag." She would say her side so the girl could hear, but not loud enough others could. Taking Cherry's belongings with her, Kasey and Setsuna waited for the girl to leave before following her act out of the shop. Going their own way, they headed back to the car. Tossing Cherry's belongings loosely into the back seat, Kasey wrapped the red scarf around her face before placing the key into the ignition. With a heavy sigh, she started the engine, before putting the car into gear to leave.

"What troubles you?"

"The only way we'll have the resources, is to usurp Sato."

"A task simple, but not that easy."

"He thinks me a jar."

"It's better that way. He'll think to trust us. Let him remain his truth."

"We aren't as stupid as he thinks."

"But we will convince him we are. The greatest trick the devil pulled, was making people believe he wasn't real."

An exchange of words as the car fell into reverse. The wheels turning as the tires picked up and threw the gravel beside them. Entering the street, the car would shoot forward, for the both of them had something else to plan.