Misdirection, Misconception, Misunderstand, and Misfortune

It was okay to die. It was not good to kill. Never do hearts break even, never are they clean cuts. Only time will it be allowed to heal, and even then it will continue to hurt. Family is not bound by blood, but by bonds. Don't let your past define you. Words, that's all they were. But they were not any words. They were final words. Things spoken by a man so wise, only to have his lively hood burned down in flames, quite literally. It was not the first tire of her life to clean her slate, but it was going to be the last.

"I'll visit, if you want me to." she would tell him, "but Setsuki and I are going to make sure that if Sato really is the bad guy, that someone better than him takes his place." She knew his contacts, his network. His finances. She knew he was one of the pillars that held up the underground, with him gone, it would change support, and she would learn who was really holding it up. All she needed to do was find out what Amadeus was up to, as well as Thundershock. But first, her goal was to meet up with Yuri again.

"You still have one of our stashes here." Setsuna would tell the man. Kasey was again far too captivated by the small creature. She would begin to rub and pat it's head as it nuzzled up to her. "I can't count either, but it's more than we brought in brief cases... which what have you done with anyways?" he asked, wondering what he had done with their rent money. It was easily enough to buy the land the house was built on, as well as the entire block. While he could only count as far as Kasey did, he did understand a few general terms. Using the concept of eggs, he figured it was at least that many times more. A dozen more pairs of brief cases? Perhaps, but who was to say. How could the two of them ever learn to tell the man that he had a false a bed that had its mattress replaced with nearly a billion yen?

"If they catch me again, I'll get out this time." She would tell him, "You don't have to worry. Setsuna is stronger now, and so am I." words meant nothing. But to her, they seemed to be everything. With Seki gone, she was seeing the world like a newborn. Her body had changed, and so did her power. She was going to soon be unstoppable. Not even Mister G could stop her.

No one would.

As the creature began to toy with her hands, she decided it was probably trying to get past her glove. Lifting her left to her mouth as her right arm held it, she bit down on one of the middle finger tip of the glove to pull her hand out from it. Revealing her almost healed hand, only half of her fingers seemed to be reverted to normal, while the tips were still made of mostly bone. Blood stained her fingers, and spots on the back of her hand. She would take the glove from her mouth, passing it to the creature that sat on her head, making him hold it, as she would lick her hands to try and clean what she could. She would begin to lightly tap the creature's head with it as if to say, "I have bones as well."

But Setsuna would stare blankly at the man, wondering what to make of his information, but Kasey already had her words readied. "So a hideaway? For superheroes?" She would look up from the spirit animal, but her face would still face the creature. "Can I join? I might be able to at least help with the big guys you people discover." She wanted to help, she wanted to learn what it really was like to be a professional hero.

Power came with responsibility, but did responsibility always come with power? Kasey didn't know if Sato even had a quirk now that she thought about it, yet he seemed to have an investment around every corner. Or did he possess political power? Who was to say what was his life, but soon she would discover the workload he carried. "I can fund anything you guys need? Can I help Gi? Can I? Can I?"

She wanted to be a hero. She had prepared for day. She was ready to be a sidekick.

it faded away, her arms growing light as the weight of the creature faded. It was enjoyable, but like all good things, it had come to an end. But she would find him again, surely G would be able to bring he back when he was ready. After all, he was new, and was not nearly as big as the former Goliath. But as the man spoke, the spirit replied.

"What about those business Ketsujo ran down?" Setsuna would suggest, "They were bought out when they shut down, weren't they?" Random words, random thoughts. For once he could think clearly. For once he was able to think for himself, without her own thoughts to mix in with his. But now, he wasn't able to tell what was on her mind.

"We can buy one of the vacant warehouses in Tokyo." Kasey would speak to him, resting her hands in her pockets as she spoke. Having her arms freed felt a bit weird after the creature. "We can open it up as a club, a nightclub and have people come in costumes to party. That way when you guys walk in and out, everyone will be masked. And with all of the people, it won't be as mysterious for us to arrange things either on the top floor, or under it all." She had it planned, but all for a different reason. She wanted to start her club after reading about some hotels in the villain chatroom. If they had a front, they could fund money legally, and have a reason to be there, while also having a bunch of people around to act as their cover.

If wanted to, they could report false profit numbers to claim their payment from rescuing as club winnings. Of course, that was math and Kasey wouldn't be able to figure that out. But at the same time, a massive building also warranted the girl to turn it into housing, to hold all of the children she wanted to give a home. And just maybe, that girl would notice her again...

"Could use it to train other heroes too. Get a bunch of training dummies and things to practice with. I bet I could even find a few guys that would be willing to spar and train." She was excited to say the least. And it seemed like everything was falling into place for once.

Then she wouldn't have to live with Sato ever again.

He was on board, and the plan that had been in the back of her mind, was being built, and drawn out right before her. "Secret entrance, secret exits. We can have famous guest stars, like that celebrity, Yuri. we can have dancers for both the public and the private consumers. On one side it will be the nightclub, and on the other, all business." Perhaps having a father who ran a brothel was a little too helpful in this sense. It would have been best to ask him for his help now... but that train had long left the station... in flames.... because he was dead.

"Sato also has his own personal fleet. I can use his mechanic to outfit some delivery vans as mock DJ equipment haulers so we can bring our materials, and other special guests in and out." prisoners, villains. It didn't matter who they would be taking in, by force or willingly. She had it planned out, perhaps far too much so. And writing it off as a business expense, was something she was far too used to doing. She was his secretary, not his accountant. Maybe when he was out of the picture, she really could fund all kinds of heroes, including that school.

Or did he do that already?

Secrecy? Hidden paths and hidden doors. A front that was false, and an income that was unexplainable? Background jobs and hidden underworld dealings, people who worked for someone they would have to learn not to even know about? Kasey was the second to a powerful business man, even without common sense, she was more than fit for the job. And it was something she was not going to hide.

"I never said it was going to be a small warehouse." she would answer, smiling. She would reach up to her spirit and take her glove back, slipping it onto her hand, hiding the mess that was her fingers.

"I think..." Setsuna would begin, trying to make sense of her words and ideas. He would try his best to grasp it. "If we can get a vacant factory, or some other depot, we'll only need a fraction of the space to function as the nightclub. The rest we can disguise as another company if needed, or just as storage. We can work out the floor plan once we find a location. Then from there we can get all of the dancers, babes, bartenders, disk jockeys and other entertainers and staff. We can most likely take them from already hired staff for Ketsujo, and offer them a slightly higher pay. We can even put it under his budget if we do it right." Perhaps he had thought it out before, but it was just a refined though of what the girl wanted. While she slept, it was her thoughts he sorted and organized. "The students could be going in and out of the building, without even hearing the music playing, or without any idea of what we're doing." he would tell the both of them, climbing down from the girl's head to her neck to rest on her shoulder. Reaching to her neck, his own hand would touch the wound, his claw touching the bone, ready to return to where he came.

"I have all of the free time in the world. I can even hire a contractor to get it done." All of the dealings and workings with discrete people for Sato's labs, they were at the girl's fingertips as well.

Things would never go to plan around her. Whatever you had in mind, she held the power to change it. If you wanted to rest, you would get something far more different. While they could have settled their differences and talked it over, they had instead ventured into a business meeting to create another secret organization in Japan using the power of another, one that they were even considering taking down, if not taking over. Kasey didn't think of the past, she had never let it bother her. She would try to only think of what she had then, and the future. It didn't matter what mistakes she made, what mattered were how people felt now. And sadly, her past would be something to define that.

"She's an idol." Kasey would tell him, "She sings in concerts. She showed me videos when we were eating." To anyone else, it was a date with a pop star. To Kasey, it was just another day after work. Even if she wouldn't remember Kasey's face, she was sure to never forget Yuri's. She didn't answer the next question, having Setsuna speak for himself on the next matter.

"I've always been able to talk, just not to you." he would tell the man, "Maybe something triggered this change, but we haven't tried anything new." Refinement of skills. So many times she had allowed him to poke his head out from her, giving him his own set of eyes. She gave him arms and limbs. Of course he was able to walk and move normally. But when did he learn how to weave his own set of vocal chords? "I can talk to other spirits too, provided I can at least understand them. I was hoping to speak with Bubbles one day, but I fear that is impossible."

Pink haired girls separated at quirks. One housed a demon that lived within the child, the other harbored a monster that made explosives. Their parents could never love them, so why was Japan going to be any different?

"Cherry..." Kasey thought to herself. "I know you're out there."

Kasey reached into her pants pocket to pull out the red phone she had. Unlocking it with her touch, she would begin to browse the apps on it, trying to find a video of the girl. Opening up an app, she would pull up UTube and begin to search her name, only to pull up a dozen videos, many of which she didn't watch yet. Was she preforming still? How busy was she?

". . .To be honest I haven't actually tried talking until today." Setsuna would answer him. He didn't know when the change happened, or if they had changed. To him, it was just discovering how to live a bit more efficiently. Speaking seemed, to him at least, no different that learning to raise your brow or wiggle your ears. She could have been able to do it this whole time, but never had he really tried hard enough to want to speak out. "If either spoke a human language, I'm sure I can understand. I've been reading along with Kasey to better understand." It was weird, was that the reason he was able to speak? Was it learning all kinds of dialects?


As the spirit talked, Kasey would press one of the videos, hoping it would play before she would show it to her brother. Her cheeks would turn red as she held up the phone for him to watch, "I was just wondering..." se would turn away to the side, her face almost turning into a tomato. "How you would know... if you're in love."