A certain brunette smugly smirked while looking down at the tall buildings visible below her as she readied herself ontop of the Bell Tower with a white blade fan that had only a black shadow of the flower she's named after on hand. The man who taught her almost everything in terms of the art of disguise and magic tricks had a worried expression on his face as he stare at the once little child he considered as his own that is dressed in the white attire he once proudly wore beneath the spotlight the moonlight was providing him, anxious of the plan that has been brewed inside Sumire and his son's head.
Sumire took a rose from seemingly nowhere after taking her gloves off for a moment as she put her fan back into her pocket before smelling its fragrance, corners of her lips tugging upwards in satisfaction. As though not noticing a lone thorn, she accidentally pricked herself which causes her to wince in slight pain causing her to let go of the red flower, having it fell from her hand to the far off ground. She sighed as blood started to trickle down into her inner palm before she took out a pure white handkerchief from her chest pocket, cobalt blue eyes locked on the rose that had fallen onto the ground. Narrowing her eyes on it, only realizing the duality of such a fragile beautiful thing that have both the potential of bad and good.
Shrugging the fallen rose off, she once again overlook the quiet peaceful night the city are having as her thoughts went back to the pair of males she left back in America to get back to Japan as soon as possible. She hadn't contacted nor even thought of them ever since she left that exact night as her mind is pretty much preoccupied by what Kaito told her through the phone that night.
"Sumire, what's your say in superheroes? Do you think that everything will be okay if such people exists among us?" Kuroba Toichi suddenly asked his former student, expecting a rather unique answer like she always does ever since she's a child and that is what he'll receive.
"It's not the superheroes or extra-ordinary people, but rather those people that come together... Those are the ones who can change the world." Sumire stated as she wore her white gloves once again, a smirk out of excitement plastered on her face when she activated the cape's hang glider.
"But if they really do exist then what's taking them so long to answer to the call of help of those who needed it?" The brunette bitterly whispered to herself while her mind replayed a very familiar yet blurry scene. A child was binded tightly by ropes while a knife was pressed against her neck with a blonde lady on the side who's been trying to convince the man holding the blade to cut it out.
"Even if I knew not to expect good things will be loud and obvious, rather they come at quiet... They are already way too late and everything is messed up already." She continued before running off the platform, gliding in the air as if a big graceful dove towards her destination.
"It's not worth to lose the battle to your own happiness to protect the temporary state of the present, Sumire." Kuroba Toichi stated as he watched the woman disguised as the Phantom Thief he once was in a distance with his assistant.
"How can someone have so much depth?" Jii questioned, hoping that his wise master could answer such complex question.
"It's rather true that she have so much for others to understand but she also have so many masks that could be mistaken as depth of her personality..." Kuroba Toichi sighed before fishing out a deck of playing cards that is missing a specific card that he gave to the brunette. The Queen of Hearts that Sumire used as a bookmark in the day before her incident... Her mentor could still remember all the words he underlined in Sumire's book, hoping that she'll manage to solve it someday when she needed it he most. Afterall, that is Toichi's last lesson to her but she have yet to accomplish that one.
"If that accident from seventeen years ago didn't happen, she could possible not be as hard as she is to herself today." The gray-haired assistant sighed in pity for the brunette, knowing he'll not be able to say such things in her presense as it would just caused her to close off.
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