|Writer: 日日日 (Akira)|
|Location: SS Dome Event Hall (Waiting room)|
|They held a sense of ethics at higher value back then... so Dad was disparaged, blamed, until he hit rock bottom.
Some passionate fans who believed in him, in their disappointment, were even throwing themselves off heights...
The chaos just festered, no one could stop it anymore.
I still remember. The police officers breaking into our house and making a mess of it...
The telephone that kept ringing. Everyone we met giving us the cold shoulders.
That’s the wife and son of that Akehoshi, they said... looking at us like we’re demons. Speaking behind our backs, shattering our windows, throwing rotten eggs at us.
I was scared... Mom and Daikichi were my only allies.
During those times, romantic affairs of idols were also considered scandals, so...
Dad actually married Mom in secret.
But that’s also not approved, and the people who were in love with Dad...
...spoke especially foully of Mom and started reviling Dad. Calling him a traitor, a criminal ― scum.
In the end, Dad died in prison with practically no chance to explain himself. From severe illness.
He was always a frail person, and his mental condition tended to greatly affect his health.
I couldn’t meet him often in prison, but when I saw him for the last time, Dad was already getting colder... It was as though he aged overnight; he was an entirely different person.
Since that day, we started living in concealment. Trying not to stand out, so no one would recognize us...
But Mom and I could never bring ourselves to change our surnames.
I mean, if we do that, it feels like Dad would really disappear. The best idol in the world, to Mom and I...
Ever since Dad vanished into the darkness, Mom stopped smiling. So I tried my best to make her smile. Because I love her.
I didn’t know anything else, so I copied Dad... I smiled and danced with a smile. All by myself, in Dad’s place...
I stuck it out for a long, long time... and Mom finally started smiling every once in a while. She’s become reintegrated into society now.
Back then and now, she was always my beautiful, gentle mom.
When rumors about Dad became almost unsettlingly quiet...
We returned to our current house near Yumenosaki, which we deserted in escape back then.
We cleaned up little by little, restoring the wrecked rooms back to their original state...
...and despite Mom’s opposition, I enrolled to Yumenosaki to become an idol like Dad.
I wanted to be someone who shines radiantly, like he did.
No, maybe by doing that... I was actually hoping to revive my dad, who was as though erased by the world.
I wanted everyone to know my favorite idol too. But because he’s not here anymore, in his place...
...I wanted to spread something shiny and precious to the whole world.
Because that was Dad’s wish, and it’s become my dream too.
I was so close, guys. It took a lot of time and hard work. Destroying something is very easy, but it’s incredibly difficult to put it back together. That applies to everything in the world―every single thing.
Even so, I waded through the process and took a new step. It didn’t start out easy, but then I met you guys... I met with Trickstar.
We caused lots of miracles, granted lots of dreams... Each new day was full of happiness.
I could aim for the brilliant future Dad couldn’t arrive at.
But then look. It took a single blow to destroy everything. Everything’s broken into smithereens and vanished into the darkness again.
If this is what’s waiting anyway... then maybe I shouldn’t have tried to become an idol.
I should’ve stayed curled up in an inconspicuous corner... along with an unsmiling Mom, staring at a blank screen on the TV.
Maybe just being able to do that, just being alive...
...is something ‘the son of a criminal’―someone who inherits the title of ‘the worst idol in history’―should be satisfied with.
Thanks to you guys, I was starting to believe that’s not the case, but...
I don’t have that confidence anymore.
Hokuto. Mao. Makoto. Anzu... I reached out my hand, and finally grasped it, you know?
I met with people who would hold my hands and laugh with me.
Do I have to let go of all that and go back to that lonely, dark place?
Anzu. Sorry but I’m leaving Akehoshi to you. Yuuki, Isara. You two come with me.
|Eh? No, uh, why? Start by explaining yourself! Contrary to your looks, you just take action as soon as you come up with something, huh~? Stop a bit to think, will ya?|
|Even if I don’t think, you guys will do it in my place, right? Anyway, just come with me... Please, it’s a plea of a lifetime.|
|S-Sure, that’s fine, but... where are we going?|
|To Eden’s place.|
|Eh? Ehh!? Are you suspecting Eden to be behind that stream?
Are you... under the impression that they did this awful thing... and are thinking to give them a good punch?
That won’t solve anything! And I don’t think Eden is behind this!
|Huh? Seriously? But Eden is the one who benefits from this fatal blow to our side, right?
Looking at the other participants for the final stage, Eden is definitely the one winning SS once we’re done away with.
Those other participants seem to be under CosPro’s influence, after all.
If they just eliminate us, they’ll be able to win without a sweat like what has been predetermined.
Among Eden, Saegusa especially has been trying to rile us up with his extreme comments. This really seems like something he would do.
|I understand, but this entire scheme is too sloppy to be Saegusa-kun.
Even without doing something like this, Eden’s chance of victory was high to begin with.
We’re quite spent by the events of the prelims, so...
If according to the original plan, the final stage starts immediately after drawing lots, meaning we’d have to perform at our exhausted state, due to not getting any rest.
But now we’ve been given the time to rest, right?
A blitzkrieg would’ve got rid of us the easiest, so wasn’t it weird to pause for a streaming there?