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Decisions, decisions...

The UG needs a new Conductor, and who better to fill the role than Uzuki Yashiro?

Let's just hope that she doesn't remember who the Composer is...

Almost called this fic "Intentional Self-Erasure or Composer's Conductor". Would've been really funny.

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Kitaniji's been erased, part of the ending results of the long game.

And now the UG needs a new acting Conductor. And since many Reapers are greedy for a promotion, they hold it to a vote. And to the Shibuya's UG collective surprise (and some fear), one Uzuki Yashiro is elected to the position.

"C'mon Kariya! Hurry up!!" Uzuki angrily yells over the Shibuya crowd, several bystanders hurrying out of the way, as she waits for her lazy orange-haired coworker, or rather underling now, to catch up.

"Aight, coming, coming," Kariya says, raising his arms in exasperation, not speeding up in any capacity. "Calm down, you're gonna blow a gasket."

"How am I supposed to calm down!? I need to impress the Composer of all people, who, if you're too lazy to remember, nearly blew the city out of existence!!"

Kariya merely sighs, "The Composer would be in a lotta trouble if they went trying to pull that again."

Uzuki frowns and crosses her arms. "Well, yeah, obviously. But that doesn't change the fact that I have to make a good impression on them."

Kariya merely puts a lollipop in his mouth that he had been keeping somewhere on his person. "You're overthinkin' it, girl. The only reason that you're Conductor is because our UG thought that you were the best fit. Don't worry too much 'bout getting the Composer's favor when you already have the UG's."

Uzuki looks away, trying desperately to push down the blush rising to her face. "Yeah, but... I want to make a better UG for the Reapers. And to do that, some big changes need to be made around here."

"Changes that only the Big C can do," Kariya finishes. "Aight, well, you have a point there. But did you have to drag me along, too?"

"Uh, duh? You'd be slacking off otherwise."

"So I either work or be your pack mule for the day? Decisions, decisions..."

"I'll buy you a bowl of ramen."

"Meh, I guess slacking off doesn't sound too horrible right about now."

"Good. Now come on, I need your opinion of what looks professional or not."

"Fine, fine..."

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Uzuki takes a breath, standing alone in the Dead God's Pad. She always wondered why it was called that. Did the Composer design this place? It was comfy enough but it was... just a bit gaudy. And the floor aquarium, while neat and interesting, was overdoing it, in her opinion.

Better not mention that to the Composer.

In front of the foosball table, but only visible during scans, is the doors that lead to the Room of Reckoning, or rather, the Composer's throne room. All Reapers, sans the Conductor, are forbidden from going through, a promise of instant erasure upon stepping a single foot into it. And they have to take that at face value, given the legend of a support Reaper stepping through to never be seen again.

She wondered what the Composer would be like. Changes in power, like Conductor or Composer, are rare and far between. And she's never heard of the Composer changing while she's been in the UG, so they must be the same from when she joined just over two years ago.