MEMORY SHARE: 12 OF BEETROOT EVENT (May)

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JEMA'GRETHY MEMORY SHARE

The caves of Jema'grethy will allow for a few different ways for memories to be interacted with. But for most, such as those entering in bonds, it will be seen like a vision in their head, putting them in the position and perspective of whose memory it is.

For people sharing bond memories, and also memories being shared while moving through the Memory Cave, this is the spot to place said memories! It's not necessary if you'd like to write it during the thread, but hopefully convenient for others. Just make a toplevel with your character's name in the header, and remember to include any content warnings thereafter for each memory, as applicable!

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SAD MEMORY [ FANFIC EXCERPT]

[jan_ken_hacking]

Late into the night, the London Singularity was resolved, and not without its perils. Solomon, the master of the Demon Pillars, had appeared before them after all. Solomon, who looked Kiyoiri in the eye while Kiyoiri herself looked back, and smiled. Grinned. Laughed. And then frowned, stared, blinked impassively as if he had never been happy in his life. That was how Kiyoiri described it after returning, and when she had, Tamamo had tensed on the spot.

She called it the Evil Eye, and she spent a good ten minutes fussing over the girl until Jeanne snapped for her to leave her alone.

"Buzz off!" she sneered- her words curbed for their benefit, Mitsuhiko was sure. "Let the kid sleep dammit! She can get a check up later, you've cleared her enough haven't you?"

Tamamo bristled, but otherwise softened at the look Kiyoiri had- distant, quiet...unreadable. Before she could say anything, Olga Marie gave her own agreement.

"Kiyoiri needs bedrest first and foremost, Tamamo-no-Mae. If it helps your nerves you can keep an eye on her through the night, but I think we can all agree with that."

Her words were stiff- Olga herself still shaken from the encounter, from the taunting words that had rung on the air regarding the 'last Director of Chaldea', and her 'team of mice'.

...Still shaken after Mordred had remarked on the strengths of Living People, while Olga watched in silence until the Servant had disappeared.

So Tamamo relented, and off Kiyoiri went. Jeanne herself stayed behind- moving for Doctor Matsuda, their conversation hushed, but undoubtedly fierce. Conan meanwhile ran after Kiyoiri, Andersen watching with a frown and considering it a few moments before idly following after.

...

So they followed too. The servants would probably catch up, if they cared. It wasn't as if they were all tied at the hand, they just...liked to hang out, as it were.

So they followed...

And froze.

Andersen held a hand at the corner they were at, frowning. "Not yet," he warned, a considering eye on the scene. "Whatever happens...it needs to be between them right now."

"Huh?" All of them were confused of course.

But all of them could hear.

"Kiyoiri!" Conan had shouted when he caught up, somewhat out of breath. "Before you sleep...we could only tell so much with the audio- when you looked at Solomon..." Conan breathed deep, and steadied himself. "Solomon is our greatest lead forward- was there anything that stood out to you about him? Anything small?"

The girl stared- seeming a bit confused. Mitsuhiko couldn't help but notice the resemblance between them again. Now that he knew Conan was somehow Shinichi, he supposed it made sense- Shinichi was Doctor Matsuda's 'cousin once removed', they had said. And Doctor Matsuda was Kiyoiri's father, so...

“....Solomon’s rings don’t match,” she ultimately said. “...I told everyone what his face looked like for every word...but that was something that stood out on its own. Solomon had a ring on each finger- but the one on his left middle finger was silver, instead of gold. ...It felt like...the one thing he was missing; the middle finger for some is the one that represents ‘order’, and ‘power’... ...it was strange to see that was the one that was different. Especially since..”

"...A ring?" Genta muttered, shushed by Andersen. Kiyoiri’s last statement was missed as a result, and Mitsuhiko found himself frowning in the same way Andersen was for a moment.

There was still conversation after all, and it seemed whatever Kiyoiri had finished with about the rings was important.

"Got it...hmm. This is good to know- thanks, Kiyoiri. I'm glad you were the one to handle that Singularity."

"Mnh?" Kiyoiri blinked, and Conan just smiled.

"The others are good at their own things- honestly, as a team, there's nothing better!" he added, the children around the corner blushing momentarily with pride. It faded, however.

They could sense a 'but'.

"...But individually speaking, only you could have been able to observe things that clearly down there. We have the same way of looking at it after all!"

The children blinked.

"The..." "Same..?"

Andersen's eyes narrowed nearly to slits.

Kiyoiri's merely widened. "I... ...You're saying..."

The boy nodded, oblivious, and still smiling warmly, as if his words were nothing but the obvious truth, a reminder of a compliment. "Exactly- out of everyone, we have an eye for the details of a mystery, neh? People used to tell me that was the case even when I was really little, so I knew it would have to be the case for you!"

The children stared. What did that mean?

Kiyoiri...also stared. She stared, and slowly bowed her head. Standing there, her hands slowly shaking at her sides.

Conan's smile faded, and half a second later there was the cracking sound of a slap.

The boy blinked- and Mitsuhiko held his breath.

It was like seeing Jeanne and Jeanne Alter next to the other. No, even worse than that. Jeanne Alter, not unlike Artoria Alter, felt washed out in colour. Black garb aside, their eyes were gold and their hair nearly white- if not actually white, in fact.

They were identical, Mitsuhiko realized. Hair a chestnut brown, eyes a brilliant blue, and every detail of their face was identical.

Kiyoiri's eyes were wide, her hand still held in mid air from where she'd unintentionally slapped Conan's glasses off his face. And slowly her face morphed into an expression of horror. And then with eyes watering with tears, she snapped.

"I'M NOT YOU!"

"K...Kiyoiri... ...What are you saying? Obviously you're not-"

"Then why don't you act like it!?" Kiyoiri screamed, the children frozen in the hall with Andersen. "All the time, whatever I do...whatever I try, you always have something to say! 'Just as I thought'...'Exactly, that's just what I would do'...and then whenever it doesn't match, you just look disappointed! Like it shouldn't be that way! Like it should be just the way you are, not even the way you were..!" she cried, tears dripping onto the floor. "...I'm ME! I have my own name..! I...I have my own things to like...and to hate...and...and..." Choking on her words, she managed to force herself to give one final glare. "...AND MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SO STUPID, YOU'D ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND THAT!"

Conan was stunned.

And Kiyoiri... Kiyoiri was tired. Shaking, and sobbing, she finally moved around Conan to rush for her room, leaving the boy standing there.

It was then that they realized Jeanne Alter was behind them.

"J...Jeannee-" "Jeanne-neesan..! We-"

Jeanne ground her teeth, fixing them all with a glare. "Shut up. I can tell what happened plain as day, and if you so much as quiver I'll kick your asses myself," she hissed, not bothering with 'censorship' any longer.

She walked steadily toward Conan instead, leering down to the boy in rage.

"You..." The boy didn't even move. "...You sicken me," she started, saying little more for a moment. Instead, she turned away to follow after Kiyoiri. "...You're not even worth my time let alone my effort."

Conan was silent. As if the boy agreed- as if the boy knew, as if...

As he grabbed his glasses, Andersen crossed his arms. "...So that's it. ...what a tragedy. If it wasn't so miserable, it would make a good book," he remarked, watching Conan a moment longer before looking to the kids. "Hn. Find that Shielder, if you can- she can handle this. This sort of thing isn't my area- not unless you want even more tears."

"Ahh..." They watched the Servant leave- and soon after, watched Conan do the same in another direction. They themselves were left to stand there, unsure of what to even do with it all even as their own Servants arrived. In the end...

In the end...

"Maybe...if we ask..."

Genta's words never found the moment to be completed.

Not a moment later, and Jeanne was snarling down the halls for a Doctor, holding Kiyoiri's limply staring form in her arms.

[OOC NOTE- During this memory, Kiyoiri was a good bit younger than in the first two memories- the apparent ages, moving backward, are 11, then 12, and then 13.]