Recently, Sakiko's poor decisions have been eating away at her mentally. Meanwhile, Mutsumi had also been struggling with her own personal issues.

Late night...
Togawa Residents
Sakiko POV

Inside a dark room with beer cans that riddle the floor of my father's home, I sit at the dinner table with stacks of debt letters piled on the center of the table. I feel like an idiot. Who goes as low as trying to trick someone with amnesia? I decided to go for a walk towards the bridge overlooking Harbor nearby. As I sat down on a bench to think, I heard a voice that struck fear into my heart.

Jiro: Sakiko... we need to talk.

Sakiko: No... I can't talk to you right now. *tries to leave*

Jiro: Stop... I haven't finished speaking...

Sakiko: Senpai, please, I didn't mean to do it!

Jiro: But you did do it... you did this to me... *Blood starts falling from my eye sockets*

Sakiko: No! Stay away from me!

Jiro: ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

As Sakiko tries to run, she sees Tomori wearing a black funeral suit holding wilted flowers and the members of Ave Mujica wearing their masks with black holes in place of their eyes, crying out blood.

Tomori: Why, Saki-chan? Why did you do it?

Umiri: Why?

Mutsumi: Why?

Nyamu: Why?

Uika: Why?

Sakiko: Stop! I don't know! Stop this!

Tomori: Why did I do wrong, Saki-chan?

Mutsumi: Why did you hurt Senpai?

Uika: I thought we could start fresh?

Sakiko: Please, I don't know! You have to believe me!

Jiro: IT'S YOUR FAULT!!!

I suddenly awoke in my bed in a cold sweat. Another nightmare... ever since I did those horrible things. Leaving CRYCHIC, Ruining Tomori's life, hurting Senpai... I'm a monster.

Earlier that evening...
Wakaba Estate
Jiro POV

Mutsumi suddenly invited me to her estate because she didn't want to be alone that evening. When I arrived, the large house looked empty and slightly haunted due to the dim lights. When I arrived at Mutsumi's room, I found her doing ballet moves while having soft music playing on a gramophone. After she performed her final pose, she looked towards the door of her room with a broken smile on her face.

Mutsumi: G-good evening, Senpai.

Jiro: You as well... Are you doing okay, Mutsumi-chan?

Mutsumi: Mhmm...

Jiro: Come on, I see that broken smile... what happened?

Mutsumi: May I change first?

Jiro: Please.

After a few minutes in the other room, Mutsumi emerged wearing her usual casual outfit. After settling down, Mutsumi poured some tea and began to start a conversation as the room darkened.

Jiro: I'll ask again. Did something happen?

Mutsumi: I wanted to ask you a question.

Jiro: Sure, what is it?

Mutsumi: Senpai, are you angry at me?

Jiro: Why would I be?

Mutsumi: You seemed cold in our conversation the other day...

Jiro: Well, maybe a little, but I'm more upset with Sakiko...

Mutsumi: Why did you decide to join Ave Mujica back then?

Jiro: Not a day goes by that I don't ask myself that same question. Why did you join?

Mutsumi: I did it for Saki-chan. She was splitting apart.

Jiro: Life certainly isn't easy, especially for her.

Mutsumi: I could never understand...

Jiro: Understood what?

Mutsumi: Every time I open my mouth, everything goes wrong...

Jiro: That's not true.

Mutsumi: Please don't hate me...

Jiro: Hey! Look at me! Mutsumi!

Mutsumi: I don't matter anyone.

Jiro: You matter to me... *places hand on her cheek*

Mutsumi: It's my fault! You joined Ave Mujica because I made that stupid costume! If I wasn't so pathetic, I could have stopped Saki-chan from hurting you! It's all my fault!

In her sorrow mixed with rage, Mutsumi picked up her songbook and threw it at the wall, nearly hitting in me in the process. As she sat on her couch crying into her hands, I sat down beside her and embraced in a gentle hug.

Mutsumi: I have caused nothing but trouble for you, Senpai...

Jiro: I can never blame you for the things that happen to me, Mutsu-chan.

Mutsumi: Senpai...

As we both stared at each other, I found myself holding her soft hand. Mutsumi held my hand with a firm grip as we eventually got closer... to the point where we ended up kissing.

Mutsumi: Senpai... we shouldn't.

Jiro: It's okay.

We both went in for a second kiss, and I slowly laid her on her back with me on top of her. After separating for air... Mutsumi began to unbutton her dress as my hands wondered to her lower body. As the room grew darker due to the grey clouds outside, Mutsumi and I spent the next two hours intimately together.

The next day...
Live-House RiNG
Umiri POV

I sat at a table next to the window where the dark rain clouds began to cover the city in a perpetual ominous sight. As I looked at my music sheet, I was approached by a familier black haired girl.

Yomi: You seem lost...

Umiri: What do you want?

Yomi: That's no way to speak to your senior now. Is it?

Umiri: Forgive my poor manners, but I'm not in the greatest of moods right now...

Yomi: Aww, what's wrong, Umiri-chan? Sad that Ave Mujica is broken up?

Umiri: Did you come here just to push my buttons?

Yomi: I know you realize that some of this is your fault.

Umiri: Excuse me?

Yomi: Actually, why should you care about Ave Mujica? After all, you play for 29 other bands. You could just leave with no damage.

Umiri: Do you find me untrustworthy?

Yomi: Very much so.

Umiri: We hardly know each other...

Yomi: I know enough about you that you're willing to sabotage my brother's relationships just so you could have a chance with him. Don't think I've forgotten that.

Umiri: I still regret acting the way I did...

Yomi: It's too late to convince me. I've already have my opinions about you.

Umiri: None of this is my fault!

Yomi: I don't believe you...

As Jiro's little sister walks away, Umiri stands there in deep regret. She begins to question her role in all of this. She could barely see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Meanwhile...
Shibuya Crossing
Sakiko POV

As I walked from Piano practice, the crowds of people filled the busy streets. As I passed a music store, I saw an Ave Mujica poster hung on the window. On this same poster, there was Senpai sitting in the middle. For a little while, I was happy he was in the band. However, I lost control when he wanted to leave. As rain began to fall, I began walking and crying that I made too many mistakes.

A few years ago...
Unamed vacation home

My mind flashed back to a time when Uika and I were a lot younger. The time when I carried a specific doll everywhere I went. That time, I used to visit Uika's vacation home.

Uika: Saki-chan, you made it!

Sakiko: I did, and I brought my doll too!

Uika and I would spend hours playing inside the house and exploring the woods together, and getting lost. Most of Uika's favorite activity is stargazing.

Uika likes to stare at the stars and question their meaning. As we looked at the starry sky, Uika asked me a question all always remember.

Uika: When we get older, do you want to start a band?

Sakiko: Do you think it will work?

Uika: I know it will. We can get Mutsumi-chan to join, too.

Sakiko: Then you do the singing.

Uika: Yeah, maybe we can base our band theme on dolls.

Sakiko: Dolls who come to life and sing songs?

Uika: Yeah, exactly.

Sakiko/Uika: Hahaha.

Uika: Yeah... it's a promise.

As my mind got back to the present, I looked at a broken mirror on the side of the road and saw Oblivionis in my reflection... as she stared back at me, I finally realized something... something I should have done when I left CRYCHIC...

Sakiko: I must abandon all regret and forget everything!

To be continued...

Authors Notes:

Just watch the Ave Mujica trailer on YouTube. If "It's MyGO!!!" Played like a soap opera, then I suppose the anime for Ave Mujica plays like a phycological thriller genre. Can't wait to watch it!

On another note, I'll be continuing my original D4DJ book since two new units have appeared: Mad Cynic Doggo and EGOEGG if I'm not mistaken. Eight more characters I've got to spend time reading and remembering.

As always, thank you for reading!!!