Paranoid - Desecration Arc

Hiroshi stood aback, completely in awe of this news. Tomokazu also was as still as a statue, his mouth agape like a fish. Wisteria floated down towards the group as she began to feel her heart melting for her friend.

Bibi had a sister?

Bibi never talked about a sister to any of the group before. She always went on and on about her supposably loving father, and how she blamed Zetsubo on his tragic death. Not once did she mention a sister.

Not once.

Hiroshi jabbed his darkness blade forward, stabbing the clone through the heart before he could talk anymore. The robot sparked and spluttered viciously, before coming to a sudden stop, a low, droning sound coming from it. His head tilted downwards. His program was finished.

"Hey what did you do that for?!" Tomokazu squealed out, grabbing Hiroshi by his collar. "That was good new information! He could have started talking his mechanical brain out!"

"No it wasn't. He was never going to say any more about Anwir. He was just trying to get into Bibi's head," Hiroshi told his friend sternly. "And besides, it's as Bibi said..." he continued, facing the young woman. "It's her business."

Hiroshi walked away, allowing his manna demonic wings to dissipate,  his thoughts flooding his mind like a river. He could understand Bibi's outrage. It's not every day that you are told that your dead father is still alive and hates your guts. However, Hiroshi was still off guard. His shivered, getting slightly paranoid. Just when he started to trust his new group of friends, he now felt empty and scared of betrayl.

He flew off in a hurry. He had no interest in watching the rest of the Tournament. This Anwir character was making clones of him, threatening to kill innocent civilians. Hiroshi shuddered. Of course, he wanted to brand himself as a villian, so that everyone could agree to hate him, and find peace that the Ardors were gone, but killing innocents?

Hiroshi hissed. He had killed innocent people before. It felt good at the time. He wasn't sure if he could do that now. Not after making his new group of friends.

"I'm telling you, Hiroshi, let them go," Kuro-Yami said in a monotonous tone. "They are making you weak mentally. How can you be evil if you can't even kill a few citizens? I say let those me and you clones do as they please. They will make our image stronger."

Kuro-Yami tried his best to convince the young man, as Hiroshi got to his doorstep of his home, which was just recently repaired and refurbished. Flying at the speed of light had its perks, especially escaping home where nobody could find Hiroshi.

"No, Kuro-Yami. I trust you as my friend, but we need to stop those other clones. I don't want some other genius taking the credit for ruining my reputation," Hiroshi growled, his eyes glowing with adrenaline.

"I want to ruin my reputation on my own."

Kuro-Yami smiled, happy with Hiroshi's answer. The young man sat down on his 'thinking chair' (which was a wooden chair in the corner of the living room) and began thinking. Why would they make clones of himself to kill him? It made no sense? Or prehaps it was a test...to see how the weakest clone would fare out.

Clearly, their experiment failed.

Anwir...Bibi's father. Hiroshi knew Bibi was never lying about her thinking her father was passed on. He saw her reaction, genuine and full of confusion. Her mind wasn't fully focused.

"That had to be why she attacked me. She was going through the five stages of grief. Denial and anger can be hard to get over, while she ever get to the acceptance stage?" Hiroshi thought aloud, kicking back in his chair. He sighed. He needed a drink. Sake, perferbly. 

With his slight injuries, he fell into a deep sleep.

He was only woken up with a jolt when he heard a loud, banging noise on the door. It was without question human knuckles on a hard, wooden surface. No mistaking that. With a big heave, Hiroshi got off his chair and trudged slowly towards the door. 

"I'm coming," he grumbled, rubbing his eyes, only making him feel more tired. He opened the door, only to immediatly be pulled into a tight hug. He carressed the person's hair, leaning into them with a smile. He hated physical contact, but sometimes, a hug from his partner was always appreciated.

"Are you alright, Oshi? Bibi hit you real hard!" Wisteria said with concern, her voice muffling as she buried in face in Hiroshi's chest. Hiroshi gave a small chuckle, trying not to show her how much it was bothering him.

"I'm fine, Babe. Just took me by surprise is all." After a few more brief moments, he gently pushed himself away, and looked deep into her eyes lovingly. "How is Bibi? She calmed down?"

"I think so," Wisteria's concern began leaving her face, being replaced with annoyance. "It didn't give her a right to hit you like that though. I don't care what she was going through. That was wrong. You could have been hurt even worse than you already were!"

"Don't worry. Bibi wasn't trying to hurt me. She was just...she just acted out of character. You can't really blame her."

"But she lied too! She never told us about her sister!"

"I'm sure she had her reasons, Babe. Bibi is always a very open and honest person. Something very traumatising must have happened to her sister to keep it a secret from us," Hiroshi reasoned with Wisteria, who seemed to back off in acceptance.

"Alright...once you're not mad or hurt."

Hiroshi smiled slightly. He wasn't either. Hr was paranoid. He thought that was worse. 

At that moment, another knock came to the door. Hiroshi opened the door and it creaked eeirly on its hinges.

It was Bibi.