Dark Side of Wonderland

Chisa

Halo Twenty-Six: Chisa:

She went from college dropout to rising politician star. Chisa has the women of Ikebukuro were on her side. How could sensible argue against women wanting to feel safe in the world? There was something about her arguments for equality in Ikebukuro. However, there was one person who was not impressed.

Kitano turned off the TV in his office.

"You don't want to see your daughter's debate?" a man in a fine black suit asked.

"No," Kitano said with a dull expression on his face. "I already know that she's going to win. Why bother sitting back and watching it all play out?"

"You don't seem too thrilled about her career path," he said.

"I hate politicians," Kitano said. "Worked close to one in the eighties. I'm never doing that again." The other man sat down in front of the desk in a sheepish way.

"You wanted to see me?" he asked.

"Why yes," Kitano said. "As you are aware, we are in the final stage of the game. Asato-sensei and I are ready with our end. Nakahara-sensei is ready with her branch. Otomo-sensei is ready on her end." The therapist kept his eyes on him.

"This where you come in," Kitano said. "Hajime-san and Myojin-san are almost ready to start on their end of the project. However, they are going to need some of your medical students to get the ball rolling." The man raised an eyebrow.

"How do they feel about this?" he asked.

"I will have you meet with them today," Kitano said. "Are you free for this afternoon?"

"Yes, sir," the man said.

"Excellent," the therapist said. "I will let you talk to them. I will call them up here now." He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the number. The man shifted in his seat. Kitano kept an eye on him. He knew this would be a hard sell. Still, this part needed to be done. The therapist got it started. Now, Daichi and Osamu would have to do the rest.

"Hello?" Kitano asked. "Yes, it's me. Hajime-san, are you and Myojin-san busy right now?" He paused for a beat as he listen.

"Good, good," he said. "I have somebody you should meet." Now, the man was leaning forward, trying to listen. Good, he had him reeled back in.

"I will see you in ten minutes," Kitano said. He hung up and turned the man in front of his desk.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked. The man shook his head.

"No thank you," he said.

The Dante Killer had an accomplice.

Imai Yuri used to live like a princess. She had it all—loving family, big beautiful house, a seemingly endless bank account, great grades, and many friends. Everything was going great for her. That was until that files from that damned thumb drive was released to the public.

Yuri tied a deep red ribbon in her hair. She sat alone in her dark bedroom. When was the last time she slept? She was twenty with the face of a fifty-year-old. It wasn't supposed to go like this. She was supposed to be enjoying her youth. It was all that bitch's fault! Well, she was dead now.

She smiled to herself in the mirror.

Good. Yuri might not get her fortune back, but this was going to have to do for now. She reached for her phone beside her.

"Hey mom," she said. "You aren't going to believe this."

Chisa keeps picking up steam. The Ten no Shin'en keeps growing. More and more women keep joining. Even some outside of Ikebukuro are coming to join. Non found it rather unsettling.