Dissonant Harmony [G. Akechi x Reader]

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I had a dream recently because of something I read in a book. . . and now I really don't want my fingers getting broken in any way that means I couldn't play the piano again. what a sad fear, huh?

And so we went: traversing through lower floors in order to make our way towards the ship's restaurant. While I knew it was great we had made such headway in figuring out how to steal Shido's heart, I still felt off about something to come.

We continued to provide some great "entertainment" for the guests of the cruise ship, however. They seemed to be thoroughly enjoying watching random creatures, and occasionally us, get beat to a pulp.

A lot of the snarky comments continued talking about how kind it was of Shido to invite us on the ship in order to fulfill their wishes. The rest were focused on the restaurant ahead of us.

Standing in front of a sign in front of a heavy set of wooden doors, Ann read what the sign stated: "A members-only restaurant. . . 'Ristorante. . . Elite'?"

"You really can't read that either?" Ryuji bugged Ann. "Aren't you suppose'ta be Lil Miss English or something?"

I chuckled under my breath, "Yeah that's Italian, Ryuji. Big difference."

"This restaurant is exclusive to members. Those without a membership card will be rejected," Ann continued, like Ryuji and I hadn't said a word.

"What? You gotta be a member just to eat dinner? That's such bull."

Sighing in retreat, we began looking around the floor and listening in to guest conversations in case there might be some sort of slip-up about how to get a membership card.

Just when hope was running dry, Akira called out to us, saying someone had dropped their card. "The best thing to do would be to check the surrounding bars to see if anything like that had been dropped off recently."

At the last corner bar on the floor one lower than the restaurant, the barkeeper handed over a fancy-looking membership card.

"That was actually pretty easy. . . Should it have been that simple?" Makoto asked.

"Who cares? It's all thanks to that dick Shido thinkin' everyone around him is incompetent," Ryuji commented.

I laughed, "It seems he only invited the incompetent ones on this ship."

"So you're saying he doesn't believe in anyone. . ." Haru dejectedly added. "That must be why there are so many membership cards around."

"Well, it's not bad that it went by quickly. Let's head to the restaurant and grab a letter of introduction," Futaba said, reminding us of our goals.

As we neared the check-in table, a waiter asked for our membership card. Proudly handing it over, Akira asked for a table.

"Thank you for displaying your proof of membership, sir," The waiter began. "Please head on inside. Seats marked with a blue flower are reserved for special guests. Please refrain from sitting there."

"Special guests. . .?" Ryuji dumbly asked.

"A reserved seat is special information. That may lead us to the politician we're looking for," Makoto said.

"For real!?"

I sighed, shaking my head. "That really didn't cross your mind?"

Right towards the front middle of the dining room, a table stood proudly with a golden vase full of bright blue flowers.

"There's the politician's table," Yusuke announced.

"Why don't we have a seat at the table next to it and wait for him?" Akira asked. "We should send in a smaller group. He may become guarded if we go in a big group."