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Konome's face did not flinch as the familiar sounds of Ichiro's pleading filled his office. True to his word, he was reviewing the captured memory or Maeko. The monochromatic images that flashed behind Konome's eyes were sporadic and without purpose. He saw Ichiro on the ground and then a gun trigger being pulled, right before the next image would pop up and distort the previous. Until the nano second she placed her gun to Ichiro's skin... at that moment a clarity and color entered the imagery.

Konome smiled softly to himself. Remarkable, he thought, it's almost as if the violence is driving her... clearing her head... He watched with little emotion the moments leading up to the gunfire. That was when the pictures became increasingly interesting to Konome. At the precise moment of the shot all images flashed in a solarized manner. He saw a field of flowers. White blossoms unfamiliar to this world, spattered in what looked like red ink. He saw the end of a corridor bouncing closer and closer and the feeling of being hunted. Then everything went black and he saw Ichiro's body covered in blood.

"No... no... no no... what have I done?," Maeko's tortured cries of disbelief brought an empty flash of anger into Konome.

"What have you done?," he spoke to himself as if he were speaking to the distraught girl in the moving imagery. "You've served your purpose... you've done as I asked of you! That's what you've done... She's... she's... crying." Konome was silent a long time listening to the Maekoneko's tears. Slowly he pulled a visor like head set away from his eyes. He allowed himself to sit in utter silence and ponder the mystery that was this girl.

A long and sudden buzzing sound brought him back to the current place and time. He was being paged by his head attendant. Konome allowed the page to go unanswered which prompted the message to be delivered in person. There was a gentle tap on the door before a slight girl whom resembled a black eyed susan ghosted in.

"Monsieur Konome...," the girl appeared nervous as she tucked a strand of shadow silk hair behind her ear. "Your... son has arrived." The words left her mouth in a mixed up haste, and no sooner had she spoke them than she evanesced from the room. It was quiet a long time after that although Konome rose from his chair to pace the room several times. About the hour in which the moon starts to rise a grim smile crept across his face. He snatched his cloak off of an antique coat rack hidden in the shadows and left the office.