The Arataka Family Buisness

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Mob awoke to a voicemail from Reigen on his phone.

"Odd," he said aloud. Reigen had never called him this early before.

He tapped on play and listened to what he had to say.

"Mob... er... look," Reigen began. His voice was much more melancholy than usual. "It's... well... I'm not entirely sure how to put this." A nervous laugh eminated from Mob's phone. "There's this... uh... American Celebrity? Well, he... uh.... wants me dead." Reigen's voice stopped for a moment. "So, er, if I'm dead, I want you to move on! Find new uses for your power! You're a bright kid and OH FUC-"

The voicemail ended. Mob's hands started to shake. What just happened?

He took a moment to sit and breathe, but the sound of Reigen's girly highpitched swear echoed in his head.

Mob ran to Spirits and Such as fast as he could. Ever footstep filled him with uncertainty. It pumped him full of unspoken horror.

Soon he came across the office, door wide open. Mob felt an evil leak out of that door. Evil like he'd never felt before. He shuddered as he halted to a stop.

That... that.. "American Celebrity" must be in there.

He dryly swallowed as he walked with a brisk pace into the office.

"M-master? Are you in here?" He tried calling out, but it came out in a nervous whisper.

Footsteps approached around the corner. A man slid out from the darkness. It looked like Reigen!

"Master! Are- are you alright?"

"Master? Hmm," a voice too cheery for Reigen came from the man. "Oh! You must be Shigeo Kageyama!"

The dark force he felt from outside the office came foward tenfold. The source of such power was the man standing in front of him. It wasn't his Master.

A weak voice came from behind the imposter. "Sh-Shigeo? Mob? Mob! You- You shouldn't be here!"

Mob instantly identified it as Reigen, even though he couldn't see him. His words were a ghost of his usual, confident self.

"He's right, son," said the cheerful imposter. He stepped into the light, revealing that his concealed face looked nothing like Reigen. It was round and kind with a soft smile.

A soft, menacing smile.

Mob could feel his emotions getting out of control. "What did you do to him?"

The lookalike audibly chuckled. "Nothing he didn't deserve, son."

"Mob! Run!" Reigen's words made Mob tense, but he didn't budge. His eyes stay trained on the assailant in front of him.

"Who are you?"

"Who? Me?" The man echoed. He chuckled again, bringing his hand up to his chest and the other forming a thumbs up. "Why, I'm American Celebrity Clark Newman!"

The air in the room became suffocating. Mob clenched his hands.

"Though, I guess you wouldn't know me just because I'm an American Celebrity." Clark brought his hand to his chin. He looked off vaguely to the left as he thought of something to say.

Clark suddenly snapped his finger. A wave of sickening strength rippled off of him. "I suppose you could identify me better if I were to say this: I'm part of the Arataka's family tree. Even more specific? Reigen's twin brother. I'm older by a few minutes."

"Brother? Master's brother?" Mob repeated as he tried to process it. He thought of Ritsu.

"Yeppers! Hard to believe, right? We look nothing alike."