In this update, RK47 deals with somebirdie's indecision and angst. I already miss the brutal slayings and cannibalism.
[punching noise]
[pigeon-tossing noise]
: Coooo...!
: I am grateful to you, RK47. Now we can have our party in peace, with only worthy company.
: No need to thank me!
: I would hire you as a bodyguard if ever you so desired.
ED: We have higher ambitions than that, don't we RK47?
: Umm...
: ...but it's raining!
Oh, well. I'd go to the shrine, but this weather makes the wilderness dangerous. I think I'll sleep in like a good girl instead. I won't be able to send out cards in this rain, either! Fiddlesticks.
: I hope you all had good vacations? I hibernated.
: What a shocker.
: ...zzz...
: You're still hibernatING! Sir, wake up!
: Oh! Umm, I've said this before, but your junior year will be over before you know it. Let's enjoy this time while it lasts!
There's nothing special this semester... Nothing to worry about!
Oh! Tomorrow's Legumentine's! I think I'll buy some beans. Today, Legumentine's is a holiday where you give beans to the boy you like, but apparently it used to involve throwing them at pigeons. Disgraceful!
: Yes. Is there a kind that you think is particularly good?
: This year's trend is towards these bean medleys for racers, but they are a little pricey. It's hard to say without knowing the bird in question, really.
: Hmm... that's true. And sometimes the cheap ramen tastes better than the expensive stuff.
ED: Well, a noblebird would not settle for less than the most expensive beans, so we're going with Racing Blend.
: I'll take these!
: Thank you miss. Here you are.
Today's the day. The preparations are complete! Time to give the beans to that special somebirdie.
: Sakuya!
: I am busy. May I ask you not to waste too much of my time?
: This will only take a minute! I have something for you. Here!
: What are these?
: It's a pricey blend of beans! I know you like expensive things.
: That is not what I meant. Why are you giving me beans?
: It's Legumentine's!
: And what is that?
What planet are you from, anyway!?
: It's a holiday where girls are supposed to give beans to the boys they like.
: Wh...what...!?
: Don't look so disturbed, geez! I gave you those. Will you accept them, Sakuya?
: Hrrm... these beans seem somewhat cheap for their illustrious recipient but... since you ask it, I will not refuse them.
ED: "S-since it's you... it's ok"
: Really? Yaaay!
: ...what did you mean by 'like'?
: ?
: I am asking what you meant by 'the boys they like'.
: Umm... exactly what I said! No matter what I'm doing or where I am, your beautiful plumage always comes to mind, Sakuya.
: Umm.
: Anyway, here! I hope we can continue to get along.
: ...indeed.
He glances at the beans, and then at me, and then wordlessly leaves. I'm glad he liked them! He did like them, right?
I'm starting to think I should build a wall, or maybe dig myself a new bedroom. With this kind of weather, some birds are even collapsing in the street... Hey, wait... Isn't that one Sakuya!?
: S-Sakuya? What's wrong!?
ED: NO! You can't let him see firsthand the filth you live in RK47! It might impede our plans!
Wandering around and collapsing in the street at this time of night doesn't seem like customary practice for an aristocrat. What's happened, Sakuya? Don't tell me your family has fallen from high society...
ED: If it has, ditch him and find a new source of money and social standing.
: What happened?
: I shall not say.
: Eeeeeh? What were you doing wandering around in the wilderness, then?
: I was not wandering. I was on my way here! Be honored.
Oh, so this isn't a coincidence, after all.
: Did you want something from me, then?
: No. Don't flatter yourself.
ED: "I-it's not like I like you or a-anything. Don't get the wrong idea!"
: Eeeeeeeeeeh? Umm... should we call your family, or something?
: No!
: !?
He looks really angry!
: Listen... don't... you dare... Don't you dare call my house.
: Sakuya, did you... run away from home...?
: That sounds bad. No, I simply left of my own volition.
Umm...
: Isn't that the same thing...?
: ......
Yup.
: What happened, Sakuya?
: ...RK47. Do you remember when we talked in the music room, at school? Last fall.
: Yes. What about it?
: Do you remember what I asked you then?
ED: Oh I remember just fine, and so will you, RK47-chan. The Hawk Party isn't going to get us this time!
: You asked me what I loved.
: That's right. And you... gave a simple, honest answer right away.
ED: It was simple all right.
: And that...
: That...?
: That made me jealous.
Did I mishear? That's the last thing I'd have expected from him, of all people.
: I don't understand, Sakuya. Why?
: I... I'm one of the few, of the pure bloodline. I am ranked higher than any of my siblings. I have been slated to become the next family head since birth. There is no reason I shouldn't be. But...
: You don't want to take your father's place...?
ED: ABORT MISSION! We need him to take over the family if our plans are to come to fruition!
: H-how did you know that!?
: It's obvious... it's written all over your face.
: I... love music. But my father does not approve. When I was young, I owned a number of instruments. But he had them all thrown away, and told me why.
: Art is not our realm. The joy of creation is the domain of peasants. Our role is to be patrons and promoters of the artists we admire – not to be artists ourselves. We guide the world with an invisible hand, but it is the role of the masses to perform the actions we can merely dictate. A noble who sows his own wheat is nothing but a fool.
: That's not true! I think anyone who can play music should be encouraged, no matter who their parents are.
ED: RK47-chan, you stupid girl.
: That's because you think with a peasant's values. My world is different from yours!
: I'm not talking about what peasants think. I'm talking about what I think! What about you, Sakuya? What do you think?
: What do... I think? You speak in riddles. I carry the name of Le Bel. To play at applying my own standards and ideas to the world would be a disgrace.
: But didn't you just say you left the mansion of your own accord? Isn't that applying your own ideas to the world?
: Hrrm...
: You've contradicted yourself. What do you want to do in life, Sakuya?
: I must succeed my father as the next family head.
: No, geez! That's not what I meant! What if you could forget about the Le Bel family and do anything in the world? What would you do, then?
: Forget about the Le Bel family? What mockery is this!?
: We're speaking hypothetically, dummy!
: If I could do anything in the world...? I would... continue studying music. I would like to see how far I could go, as a musician.
He sounds uncharacteristically modest. I was half expecting him to give some rambling speech about how he would unite the world and become king, or something...
ED: That's our job, RK47-chan. Though you seem to have lost sight of that somewhere along the way.
: You love music, don't you? If I could hear you play the piano again, I would be very happy, Sakuya. I think you've answered your own question.
: Answered my question? Don't be ridiculous. This is a mere fantasy. It has no connection to reality.
: Have you told your father that you want to continue studying music?
: Don't be ridiculous. How could I lower myself so?
: So, you haven't even asked him about it... You wouldn't be lowering yourself, Sakuya. Are you ashamed to love music?
: Hrrm...
: You should ask him. It's worth a try, right?
: ...perhaps you are right. I suppose I never would have thought of that, if I hadn't talked to you...
: You were confused about what you wanted, Sakuya. I just gave you a little push.
: RK47.
: Yes?
: I'm going to speak with him when I return. If he refuses, would... would you carry my fallen body to safety one more time?
: Are you planning to run away for real, next time?
: ...if it comes to that.
: I will follow you anywhere you need to go, Sakuya. You will always have a safe place here, okay?
ED: God damn it, RK47-chan. You let your womanly emotions get in the way of world conquest.
: I shall return to you. Thank you... RK47.
I don't know if his father will accept him, or if he really will run away. But, I know he will come back to me. And I pray that our future will be a happy one!
: Silence! ...the hall of your fathers has many lumps and sharp rocks, RK47...
: Geez, what are you complaining about.? I even got you some straw!
Which is to say, I did the best I could for a freeloader!
ED: That's what you get when you betray the cause, bitch.
: Here, I made breakfast. Your first concert is today, so you need to get ready!
: ...hrrm.
He didn't complain about the food! That's an improvement.
: Umm, by the way...
: What is it?
: Have you contacted Yuuya?
: ...you must be joking.
I thought so.
: I have his address. Should I tell him... about you?
: We need not worry him. I have no intention of asking favours of him.
: I didn't mean...
: Anyway, let it be. Things are fine as they are.
I guess he's still a little chilly about Yuuya. Maybe it's still too soon...
: Let us go, RK47.
: Okay!
To RK47:
Salutations! I trust you are well. A little bird told me you've been taking care of Sakuya. He's a pain, but I know you'll be able to handle him just fine. I have something to tell him. Something very important. Something I've been meaning to tell him his entire life. Since you're... Well, I guess I'm still a little unsure, myself. If he ever says he wants to see me, I'll think it over. When that time comes, let me know, okay? I'll keep in touch.
Adieu!
– Sakazaki Yuuya
ED: I am not satisfied by this ending.
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Well, I think I'll try and see what happens if we don't kill Anghel this time. His absurdity will be a nice change from this route.
But first, remember
That exposed some weird conspiracy shit behind the scenes? (Cold storage? Biolgical Sciences Division? Underground Facility? Subject 000?)
We unlocked another portion:
The plot thickens. I now think it's safe to assume that these are mostly Hawk Party documents. No clue who the diary belongs to though. Something sinister is going on at this school (aside from the serial killing and cannibalism of course).
prestigious of parties? The filthy lower class mongrel! You cannot allow him to do this. RK47's monocle demands it!
, where is our NWO oppression of the lower classes? Such failure.
ITZ HERE!
