Author: Medical Plagues
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Author’s note: This is part one to a two-part entry for the theme of Restoration. Part 2 will be released next month, in May.
Chapter 2: Restoration Begins with Tragedy
This part of my story will be through the accounts of Yachiyo Nanami, the fashion idol and veteran magical girl of Kamihama. She recently told me about this conversation with my father before the flower festival began.
It’s about two weeks since I came to Kamihama and about five days since I was introduced to the Mitazuki Magical Girls — Tsuruno Yui, Yachiyo Nanami, Felicia, Mitsuki, Iroha Tamaki, and Ui Tamaki — over to a dinner party that my father was holding for a few friends and Kamihama locals. The party didn’t go so well. It’s both too complicated and too heart-wrenching for me to explain. I think these accounts will help and I can fill in a few things that I know.
Five days after that party, Yachiyo decided to meet with my father in Sankyou Ward where my mother’s second burial was being held in a small cemetery.
I didn’t attend; I was really mad at him.
Yachiyo found my father looking up at a statue of lady justice that watches over my mother’s grave. The funeral had already ended, and my mother’s remains were finally placed and buried. It was only my father and no one else.
He had dressed in mostly black: A black jacket, dark grey jeans, grey shoes, and a white shirt.
As Yachiyo approached my father, he revealed this violet aura which manifested into a dragon. It growled hostile towards her.
The dragon stood between 6 feet and 10 inches and 7 feet and 8 inches. It has grey ashy silver scales, a blood-stained grey mane, and black horns. They have a mouth similar to my Voithos, Mrs. Kupido, but their teeth are in the shape of a wolf’s teeth. Their eyes are yellow with orange-red irises, and their wings are a faint shade of red. Cuneiform tattoos decorated the wrists and ankles.
Yachiyo stopped where she was and confirmed some suspicions she had from the dinner party, “I knew something was off back at the party. You possess your own Voithos like Yuuki.” She remained calm.
My father took out a Tarot Card. It’s very different from a Lenormand Card: The field is black, the corners are colored purple, and the design was close to the artwork of medieval literature.
The card depicted a hand with its index and middle finger sticking out while the rest were closed. On the back of the hand is the alchemical symbol for Bismuth — a circle with a semi-circle on top. The hand has a bracelet with two vines entangled around it; the symbol for infinity is on that bracelet. Under the image is its title: “V: The Hierophant.”
“The only difference is the cards we possess and the way we use this power.” My father didn’t turn to look at her. He gestured his Voithos before putting his tarot card away. “Maras, stand down, she’s isn’t going to be a problem.”
My father’s Voithos gave a “hmph” before standing back and disappearing as silver dust.
“What do you want, Miss Nanami?” My father asked while not making eye contact.
“I came to have a talk about what happened five days ago,” Yachiyo replied.
My father took a deep breath and gestured to her. “Speak then, Yachiyo.”
“First, I want to address what happened,” Yachiyo continued, “It began with your surprised look when Yuuki introduced us at your dinner party. You looked very angry when you saw Tsuruno. Then, in the middle of the party, Haru kept pushing the fact that Yuuki and Tsuruno have a deep connection, which made you angrier. After a few comments that you took offense to, you got out of your chair, snapped at us, and pointed out our flaws. You then berated your own son and even Tsuruno who then cried. Felicia was about to pick a fight with you but hesitated when she saw your Voithos behind you. That appearance was only for a moment to intimidate her. When everyone at the party was concerned, Yuuki was the first one to leave, then Haru and Daremo, and then my friends and me. You likely left the premises of the dinner party too. Did I leave anything out?”
“You left the fact that I lost composure there,” My father added.
“That’s no excuse for your behavior back there, Mr. Morales,” Yachiyo argued.
“I am not making an excuse — I’m giving you my explanation.” My father always acted so defensively, but it’s a habit that was sadly caused by his past. “I didn’t mean to take it that far.”
“You hurt your own son and a girl that you have never met before over some joke, a few questions, and misunderstandings,” Yachiyo continued, “I want to know why you reacted the way you did. What kind of father are you?”
My father took a deep breath. “You want to know?”
Yachiyo thought he was going to admit it, but instead, she learned something about my father. I didn’t even know this until she told me.
“Look at lady justice, Miss Nanami,” he requested, “That depiction is unique. That’s because it has ‘her’ face — my beloved Takako.”
My father took a step closer, walking around my mother’s grave and placing a hand on the statue’s pedestal.
“When she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, with no way of treating it, she begged me to end her life. An assisted suicide. If I ever let Yuuki know the truth… I would be hated for the rest of my life. Life at that time didn’t get any better after she left: Yuuki had to be pulled out of school. I sought therapy and my own career; I was simply trying to move on.” He then took his hand off the pedestal and looked back. “I was so unsure about how I was going to continue raising Yuuki like this without Takako. That is why I relied on her connections — friends that she made in America and colleagues that she knew here in Japan.”
“What about Yuuki being homeschooled?” Yachiyo questioned.
“That did happen… I was aware of the bullying and isolation,” He admitted, “I was like that too, but I had no choice but to push on. Humanity can be cruel, I say to myself…”
My father then looked up at the statue and continued on.
“If it helps in answering your questions, I want to briefly tell you of my life so far, up until the time I raised my family.”
Yachiyo gave a nod of approval. “Go on.”
My father took a moment to give a deep sigh and quietly calm himself. He then closed his eyes and spoke:
“When I was young, my father was a bunch of things: A relic of the Cold War, a hypocrite, a verbal abuser, smothering, intolerable, biased…” He paused for a moment as if he knew that he could go on and on negatively describing his father. He shook his head. “He had made me suffer in the world that he saw. I was unjustly robbed of my future, my passion and ego were scarred, and a part of my own youth wasted. He justified the way he treated me by saying ‘that’s just life’ and that he loved me and cared about me. He even told me one time that he never knew what to do with me, a ‘kid.’ He always found a way to hurt me — to either win an argument, react to a mistake I made, or even put down my expressed upset. His apologies were never sincere. No matter what I did or how I succeeded, I was still seen as the same to him. My mother had gotten used to this and found it normal.”
Yachiyo saw that my father was torn up by his past. It was something that only my father knew, and all we can do is sympathize.
My father then paused for a moment, but then he went straight to the point.
“When I married Takako, and she gave birth to Yuuki, I vowed to never raise Yuuki the way my father raised me. I wanted to give Yuuki that same freedom and fairness that I never got.” He opened his eyes, took his hand off the base of the statue, and turned to face Yachiyo. “I didn’t mean to snap at all of you. It was Tsuruno that I was concerned about. I’ve heard stories about her family history and how hard she works to restore the Yui name and the family restaurant. She may be energetic, but she’s reckless and foolish. Her mother and grandmother really did leave her, yet she denies it. She tries too hard, simple as that. She just isn’t the girl I want Yuuki to hold a relationship with, whether he likes her or not. I want what’s best for Yuuki.”
Yachiyo then crossed her arms. “I think you’re trying too hard to be a good father.”
My father then gave an anxious look. “How so?”
“Don’t you think that that moment in the party, you became your father?” Yachiyo reasoned. “I can understand that your father wasn’t purely good, but it would be wrong to be overprotective or strict when raising Yuuki, even if you want what’s best for him.”
My father glared and stepped towards her. There was a bit of anger in his voice.
“You think I’ve become my father? You don’t know—” My father paused and then looked back at the statue. The anger in his voice subsided. He teared up, looking like he was defeated. “No, you’re right. What would Takako think of me?”
He took a deep breath and looked at Yachiyo.
“You know, I always feared that,” He admitted, “I confess that my father isn’t evil, but I feared that I’ve inherited his negative traits. But you’re no therapist.”
It was at this time Yachiyo brought up an issue between me and Tsuruno.
“I think you owe your son and Tsuruno an apology, and right now Yuuki admitted he’s in love with her. I don’t know how, but… I think this is something you should help him with.”
My father raised an eyebrow. “He admits his love for Tsuruno? I don’t understand.”
“His friend, Haru, has been pressing the topic for too long.” Yachiyo looked unimpressed as she crossed her arms.
“That’s Haru for ya. She always focuses on others’ love lives when she should be focusing on her own.” My father adjusted his jacket and wiped the tears out of his eyes. “But how can I approach this? I doubt Tsuruno and my son would be willing to see me.”
Then Yachiyo had a plan; she didn’t tell me about it until after the festival, but it was a clever one.
“When is that flower festival?” Yachiyo asked.
“My associates say everything is ready and has been tested for safety,” My father answered, “The festival is going to arrive quite early in about three days.”
“Do you think you can arrange a set-up between Yuuki and Tsuruno there?” Yachiyo sounded confident, yet her look was almost neutral.
“I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t think it will—“ My father thinks I’m not going to attend the festival, but Yachiyo thought differently.
“You have to be there too, Mr. Morales. I’m sure Yuuki will attend.” She gave him a stern look. “You three need to make up directly, or this won’t work.”
My father gave a deep sigh but then showed a look of realization.
“I think I know just the place.”