The Versatile Prodigy

S1~02: Dinner with the Angel

~ Tokyo - City Dock || 22:45 p.m. ~

It was well into the night and Artemis was leisurely sitting in Takaomi's limo, waiting for the owner to have permission to leave after the police finished questioning him. The police were still wrapping up the work from the events on the ship, yet, they so happened to leave Takaomi last to be questioned. Artemis was only lucky to avoid an interrogation because she dozed off for a moment, and to be woken up inside her brother's friend's limo.

The inside was comfy, warm with the heater on and Artemis was beginning to fight the urge to fall asleep. "It appears to be over now..." She muttered in a dull tone, watching the officer questioning Takaomi take his leave.

Then her eyes widened.

{Misfit students. Saotome. Struggling group. Rei Izumi. Blood. Recording test.}

Artemis practically had to gasp for air, her left hand covering half of her face as she was sweating furiously like she had ran a marathon. She felt a hot liquid running down her covered face, and feared of what it was, she slowly removed her shaking hand to see her white glove had been stained.

Stained of blood.

Her face paled a little and a bitter smile curled on the side of her lips. Was this finally it? The side effect they were waiting on because she was sleeping too much? Or... because her Prodigy Art was too much for her?

"Of all things..." Artemis thought the blood was a hallucination. She thought the hallucinations, the voices, were all just in her head.

But it's not.

Will she have to book appointments for a psychiatrist now? Narrate the story of her life while absentmindedly seated back on an inclined bed? Will this mean more pills? More tests? Will this mean she has to drop everything? Force her back in her hospital home? Will she have to be monitored 24/7 all over again?

But all thoughts halted when Artemis saw something bright moving through the reflection on the glass.

It was a sparkling, spiritual white butterfly.

Like a startled cat, Artemis shot upwards into a sitting position, surprised when she saw the butterfly flew passed the limo and her face was oddly red. Sighing, she opened up her phone. "So, STAND, huh?"

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~ Misfit Academy - Teacher's Dormitory - Dorm 501 || 06:15 a.m. ~

*BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!*BEEP!*

Tired ruby eyes slowly opened, clear signs of lack of sleep was shown with light bags under those orbs. Artemis didn't move for a moment before the alarm was beginning to make her ears ring. She slowly sat up, being mindful of the pair of arms wrapped around her and turned her alarm off. She looked at her hands, both tightly clenching the warm fabric as her head was still in a daze.

But it was then something clicked.

The event from last night flashed through her eyes: The party, Takaomi, the fire, the narcs, the culprit... Everything felt like it was all a dream, but, it wasn't, causing Artemis to gasp. She was sweating bullets all over her face like she had seen a ghost, when, ironically, she only gets like that when her anxiety kicks in.