The journalist

"Well January really went by," Rika whistled as she began to clean up the restaurant.

"We're still open for 5 more minutes," Masaru stated.

"So you can cook some more. Well, the place is empty and I doubt anyone's coming in at this hour, sadly."

"Should I get a start on the Valentines' decorations?" Mimi asked.

"Nah, There's only four of us here now. We can do it in the morning when there's more hands," Rika replied.

"She could get a start on it though," Zuina grumbled.

"I'm starting to see why you failed the interview," Masaru glared.

Suddenly, a woman entered the restaurant. She had bleached blonde hair and wore a mask, tinted glasses, a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. "Private table for 1," she nodded.

Rika nodded and cautiously showed the woman to a private booth. "So what would you like to order?" Rika asked.

"Just an egg roll platter, and a small order of Col Masaru's chicken."

"OK, Coming right up."

...

Rika returned with the food and placed them before the woman. The woman then pulled down her mask and began to eat. Many scars littered her pretty face.

"This may sound unreasonable, but may I ask you to join me?" the woman asked.

"Sure," Rika replied as she slid in to the seat across and closed the curtain. "So why do you have a gun?" she glared.

"Self-defense," the woman replied as she tried and egg roll. Rika then sat in silence as the woman finished the egg rolls before trying one of the pieces of fried chicken. "I can see why she recommended this place. The food is good," the woman stated.

"I assume you want to talk with me about something," Rika glared as the woman put her mask back up.

"Correct. Please tell me about the corruption within the Tokyo Metropolitan police."

"So you're an investigator then. Why should I trust you?"

"I know you were attacked by Ruchi Ookuma on March 16th, 2007."

Rika immediately went on guard.

"Fear not, I wish to bring down Ookuma. I have been trying to for years in fact," the woman stated.

"Who are you?" Rika trembled.

"Promise not a soul besides you is present for our safety and I shall tell."

Rika quickly peeked outside and noticed no one was around. She then gave the woman the all clear.

"Very well, I am Fubuki Dakota, an underground journalist" the woman stated as she tilted down her shades.

Rika froze in shock. "Fu- Fubuki Dakota!? Bu- but aren't you a conspiracy theorist with a massive bounty on your head!?" Rika trembled.

"Yes, I.L.U. has labeled me a conspiracy theorist and wishes to silence my voice. However, I will not be intimidated by them ever again. I won't let them ruin the world for future generations," Fubuki declared as she tilted her shades back up.

"Your eyes look kind of familiar, but your face doesn't."

"I have been subjected to much inhumane torture."

"Can you really bring down Ookuma though?"

"I will try, for the future generations I WILL bring her down this year."

"If you don't Japan's screwed."

"No, the whole world will be imperiled should she prevail in the upcoming election. Please, any information you have could be vital in taking her down."

"Fine, I'll tell you about the police corruption..."

...

"I see. I was unaware that Purin Myouchi had such a negative relationship with her family. Now it is much more likely, if not near confirmed that she murdered Kiji Myouchi. My next question is regarding one of your employees. Is the girl with the platinum blonde hair the girl that Ookuma slashed on March 16th 2007?" Fubuki asked.

"Y- yes." Rika nervously affirmed.

"Did anything happen between you and Ookuma since that incident?"

"Yes..."

...

"I see. So her theory was true. It seems I will be busy. R, if possible, could you bring those four here to testify their accounts? I understand if they do not wish to. My reputation publicly is not well regarded, but I have a good friend who is highly regarded by the public that could make a difference in my steed with such info," Fubuki stated.

Rika paused for a moment and stared at the container Fubuki had placed the fried chicken in. "Very well. I'll go all in on you," Rika stated.

...

In the early hours of February 1st, Fubuki stood between two fences. She then turned to notice a girl with magenta twintails and light gold eyes approaching her.

"What captured the event that started your career?" Yuni asked.

"A canon powershot A5," Fubuki replied.

"What did you do at 9:38 AM on this day 13 years ago?"

"I gave birth to you, Yuni," Fubiki smiled as she took off her mask and glasses.

"I've missed you so much, Okaa-san," Yuni cried as she hugged her mother.

"Happy Birthday Yuni. You're growing up quite wonderfully," Fubuki smiled as she stroked Yuni's head.

The two then sat down and Fukubki pulled out the fried chicken. "I kept it in my portable fridge, so they might be colder than what you're used to," Fubuki smiled.

"You went to Ryokoma? I love that place and so does everyone else," Yuni replied as she began eating.

"I imagine Hitomi enjoys the egg rolls."

"You do too right?"

"Some twin habits always stick."

The two conversed until sunrise before parting ways.

"When I see you again next year, this country will be free from Ookuma's terror," Fubuki declared as she put her mask and glasses back on.

"You get her! I'll become stronger and smarter too," Yuni declared.

"Maybe one day, we'll be able to dine together at that nice restaurant when I've completed my duty," Fubuki smiled as she walked away.

"You're the strongest and most badass woman ever, Okaa-san," Yuni tearfully smiled.

...

"Well someone's happy," Rika smiled as she watched Yuni devour her chicken.

"It's my birthday today. Now I'm 13," Yuni smiled.

"Then it's on the house for the birthday girl."

"Thank you so much," Yuni smiled.

"Seems my intuition was right on the money. Don't worry, Fubuki. While you take down Ookuma, I'll make sure your daughter is well-fed," Rika thought.