" She had a seizure right in front of me, "
the words ring gently in the back of his mind ... that day still ... can't be forgotten ... not even in the midst of the small talk and the television whispering through the small cafe. " Hoy, kid. You alright? " the owner of the cafe is leaning in a bit to see the solemn look on his face only to find that he's lightened up after being called on. " Oh, yes. I'm sorry, I was ... thinking about something. " eyes rove over to the painting .. the real " sayuri" in the corner of the room. its soft presence somehow brings him back to a reality where things will be fine and he won't be as dependent as he tends to be. flustering as it might have been this last year or two, he's finally onto something. the years as phantom thieves, and his other self coming out of that inextinguishable rush of emotions ... things he believes strongly in and what might come of the unknown afterwards. this painting, now knowing what it symbolizes ... who it is ... and the reason it had been brought into existence makes him wonder what could have been and what would have been different up to now?
the owner is talking to him, giving him some kind of lecture, but yusuke isn't paying it much mind. in fact, he's drowned out the entire conversation and .. poor soujirou-san probably knows it. the white noise that now surrounds him is nothing more than silence. his mother ... he doesn't remember her name ... doesn't remember what she sounded like ... absolutely nothing about her. being taken in at the tender age of three by a man who had thought it best to use the painting for his own after she had possibly suffocated in the midst of her seizure .. how weak she was and had him despite that. she even wanted to make a self-portrait out of it. oh, well ... he muses wuietly, breaking away from the painting and settling on staring into his coffee cup which is now empty. " Are you even listening ... ? Geez... you kids never learn anything if you keep spacking out like that. " yusuke glances up from the cup and offers soujirou-san a smile. " I have a lot on my mind ... I'm going to be close, but Leblanc is going to be a ways away. My fare will be even more expensive. " the inaudible sigh comes from the old man while he waves off the bill and takes his cup to make him some more coffee.
" --gedy is apparently here in Shibuya, Goro Akechi is now parted ways with us. The grieving city is mourning the loss of the young man and his heart set on pursuing justice for all while ... " oh, right ... that's something he hadn't forgotten about ... simply wanted to. that outburst ... they covered the story, of course. it's a bit infuriating knowing exactly what happened and why he's gone. that sacrifice ... their team won't forget it, and he'll make a dedication to it eventually. he was going to get together with the rest of the group so discuss exactly what they wanted him to paint ... ' crow ' ... probably birds ... he wants to draw some crows in it. they're a symbol of bad luck, if he remembers right. bad luck indeed, akechi was quite unfortunate in his endeavours, but it's all over and there's nothing else to be done. " Thank you ... I couldn't ask for a better barista. " the cup is settled in front of him as he smiles politely before fixating on the television and the image of their former comrade.
... yes ... some birds ought to suffice ... and maybe whatever else might symbolize him with. something he can put together for them in hopes that it'll ease the burden of their own sorrows along with their knowledge of the real tragedy. it's so funny how people tend to cover things up that might sound absolutely ludicrous. " Soujirou-san ... do you tink Akechi-kun was someone to be admired? " a strange question to pose, but knowing his past makes him sympathize ... the question goes unheard as they both stare at the screen ... perhaps it was a stupid question after all. they all know too well bottling up the happenings of the past will only prove useless in the end. if he's learned anything from the alst two years, it's definitely something like that. the past will only hold someone back, and that includes himself. of course ... that's what she was probably trying to say, too. not to let the past hold her back ... one last look at the "sayuri" and yusuke finishes his coffee before it gets cold.
" Thank you, Soujirou-san. I'm going upstairs, now ... I ... should probably see if he's ready to go. "