Eternal Melody

At Iroroad high school.

After the interviews, they went to school and thankfully weren't late. Spending the morning in class, having a meeting regarding the festival performance. Quite some time has passed since she passed by her days so peacefully. She has been incredibly busy since her performance at the FNS J festival.

The moment she starts to enjoy her peaceful movements, however, is when something bad happens. After leaving the physics prep room, she proceeded to head to the abandoned music room. However, she notices people following her and leads them to the clearing in the back.

A man with bright blue-colored curly hair wearing a grey cloak stood in front of a bunch of students. Spotting the large machine rifle in his hands, Sumire sighed.

"I don't think you're a student in this school, sir."

Manic laughter passes his lips. "Despite what it looks like, we are the same age, demon Princess."

Sumire sighed, hearing his reply. "If the Black Alice organization was going to send somebody after me, couldn't they send somebody who didn't use that ridiculous name?"

"You really have lost your memories; you have forgotten who I am."

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't drop her guard. "So, which one will be attacking me? You could all try, but fifteen against one isn't fair."

This only earned another laughter from the man. The students behind him became agitated, and it didn't take long before they had her surrounded. Sumire only sighed; she wanted nothing more than to rush to her dearest arms. But it seems like that will have to wait.

Normal students who have nothing to do with the underworld stand no chance against her. She didn't even have to use any weapons against them. It did not take long before they were on the ground groaning in pain.

"You are the same as ever; you show mercy to such weaklings."

"You seem to know me well, but I don't think I will forget somebody as crazy as you," Sumire mumbled.

His lips curved into a smile. "I haven't done anything yet, but you're calling me crazy? My feelings are hurt."

What a liar; she has met thousands of people in the industry the past few years. But only a few have that crazy look in their eyes. This guy can kill somebody without hesitation and feel no remorse. He can still remain sane even after killing so many people.

"Arata."

Sumire blinked.

"That's my name."

"I see." Sumire trailed off. "Then Arata, you're with the Black Alice organization?"

"Just recently."

"It seems your objective is different from theirs."

"It's true my goals are different. Even if I joined them, my actions wouldn't make much of a difference."

"Then, why?" Sumire wondered.

"I haven't settled the score with you yet."

'Settled the score? What on earth did the past her do to this guy.' Unfortunately, no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't figure out his identity.

He must be somebody she had fought before. But she has fought countless people since she became a underworld member. However, her gaze fell on the gun in his hands. It's too dangerous to leave him alone.

Sumire made the first move to attack him, and he barely managed to avoid the blow. She pulled out her gun and started to shoot, but he dodged and aimed his gun. She easily avoids his blows. He seems dangerous, but it's nothing she can't handle.

She kicks his chin and bashes their forehead together before aiming her gun at his chest, causing red smoke to appear. 'It seems I left the rubber bullets in. Tsk, it is too troubling to change it now.

Arata aims his gun at her again, causing a stream of bullets to come out, but she swiftly dodges and kicks him again.

The entire time Sumire couldn't miss the smirk on his face. He seemed to be enjoying the fight. Indeed she was right about him, a madman who only enjoys fighting.

This exchange continued for the next few minutes before he tossed a small bomb at her. Hey, hey, wait! That is cheating. Sumire manages to dodge and spots him walking away. She uses that chance to kick him from the back, causing him to fall to the ground.

Right at that moment, she hears a pounding sensation in her chest, causing her to stumble sideways. She barely broke her own fall before slumping against a pillar. Not this again. Her entire body felt like it was burning. This is dangerous; there is a madman who only cares about fighting in front of her. She has to dispose of him quickly, otherwise her children-

Her thoughts break off when he kicks the vending machine causing a few cans to spill out.

"You pregnant, aren't you?" Arata mumbled.

"Yes, but-" Sumire didn't understand what was going on. Shouldn't he use this chance to deliver the finishing blow? What is he doing right now?

It was almost like he understood her thoughts since Arata kicked his gun away. Even if he ran to fetch it now, it would take a few extra minutes, leaving him exposed.

"Then this score will be settled after you give birth. I actually only came here to warn you."

"Warn me?" Sumire accepted the can from his hands.

"Lucifer wants to take you as his wife because there is something special about your blood. It seems you met him when you were younger and held some sort of weird ceremony."

"I see."

"Act more surprised. I thought you valued information."

So he does know her very well. Sumire looks him up and down. But she doesn't recognize him at all. When did they meet? Was it during that year, or was it much sooner when she was in the facility?

"I am surprised. I knew he was obsessed with me, but that stuff about marrying me is a bit weird."

"Heh, aren't you popular with guys? I thought this wouldn't be new to you."

"You say that, but the concept of me being popular with guys is weird too."

"You haven't changed at all; talking with you is amusing."

"I don't know who you are, but here I am speaking to you instead of fighting." Sumire didn't quite recall him. But she feels like something like this has happened before.

Has she ever sat down with an enemy and spoken casually>

"Your health has always been bad. Whenever you got sick in the middle of our fights, we would stop, have a break and talk."

Why is he making that sound normal?

"Any other enemy would use the opportunity to take their opponents life." Sumire pointed out.

"People who fight like that have no morals."

Sumire sighs, hearing his reply. "Are you saying a guy like you, that looks like a terrorist, has morals?"

"I am always fighting on the side of the weak. I don't see myself as a bad guy."

The side of the weak, huh? Is that why he is fighting alongside the Black Alice organisation? How are those people weak?

"But you, why do you stay with Aki?" Arata asked.