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I hate to break it to you, but Dojima-san isn't there. He can't help you if he's not around. Back home is back home, and Atia is something else entirely.

You're really going to try to get away with it, aren't you? You haven't changed at all.

Sorry, but that's life. If I don't look after my own ass, no one else will. That's how everyone thinks.

You've never even have one genuine friend in your life, have you? You know what? I think I really pity you.

[That was the wrong thing to say.]

Don't.

I don't want anyone's pity. It's better to be alone. I can do what I want when I want to, never have to discuss what to do with anyone else. It's people like you who really piss me off, assuming with your usual sense of arrogance that just because I don't spend time with other people the same way you do that somehow your life is better than mine. And hey, maybe it is! But that doesn't mean you have the right to pity me. You know what you're doing with that, Rise Kujikawa? You're playing in dangerous waters. As if you weren't already.

You're going to get what's coming to you, you know. The way you wear your idol clothes, at least you know you're a sex symbol. You're going to find out the hard way how dangerous it is to be an idol. You're going to discover the bad side to being in the spotlight, by playing with all the hearts of those innocent young men out there who wish they could be your boyfriend. You're nothing more than an attention whore, someone who needs all eyes to be on her to feel like you're actually worth something. Hahahaha! You're such a joke! All you idols with your pretty faces and bodies on display for all of us out there who want nothing more than to be close to you. Now, I've never been a big idol fan. You're full of bullshit, every single one of you! I knew it from the moment I saw you that Risette was just an invention, something you created so you could be in the spotlight.

You know, you and I aren't so different. Using your job as a front, ahahaha, and you think you have the right to pity me! What a laugh! Inside, you were just as lonely as I am, weren't you?

*She's about to rise up to his bait. All of that talk about 'getting what she deserves' and being a whore cuts deep in ways she can't really help, and she takes a deep breath and puffs out her chest, and--

--and exhales.* Being an idol isn't just about that at all. Sure, there's the photoshoots and the skimpy outfits and making people want to be with you even if they'd never really have the chance. And it's kind of fun to be out on the stage or up on the screen and feel like so many people are adoring you... or at least, the "you" that they think they know.

So no, it's not real. But Risette is much a part of me as anything else is, and it was a friend of mine who helped me figure that out. Because yeah, I was just as lonely as you were. You're right about that part.

But I'm not lonely anymore. And that's why I pity you, Adachi. You're really kind of pathetic, you know?

Shut up! Just because you've had that sort of experience doesn't mean you can say anything you want to! You're nothing but a stupid little bitch trying to fill her empty life! So call me pathetic all you like, you're just as much as I am! The only difference between you and me is that you've still got that naive hope about you that all young people do. But that won't last for long... Once you start getting older and the media drifts its attention elsewhere, once Risette starts getting wrinkles and losing her looks then you'll see. You'll understand how cruel the world is, how it can promise you so much only to snatch it out from under your nose!

It's funny, though, because even though you have the adoration of thousands, you still have the gal to be lonely. To say you want to be loved, that you're missing something in your life when any one of your fans out there would give anything to be by your side. See, this is why I hate idols. You're selfish and you never think anything about those who look up to you, or want to be close to you. You're just in it for yourself! You all are. And you call me pathetic. The irony is you are just as much as I am.

You just said it yourself. None of those people love the full me; they only loved the part of me that was Risette. And when I got older, or another idol came along who the agency wanted to promote more, all but a few fans would forget about me entirely.

There's nothing that's not lonely about that. That's why I'm grateful... to Senpai and the others.

You're so full of anger and resentment that you can't even conceive of someone thinking differently from you, can you?

I said shut up!

[And this is when Adachi gives up on words, and instead uses actions. He moves towards Rise, drawing his gun in a motion surprisingly clean for the usual bumbling detective. Aiming it towards her, he takes a few steps to close the gap between them as well.]

We're no longer having this conversation, Rise Kujikawa. Now get lost or face the consequences.

*She gasps, almost a yelp of surprise-- and her heart is pounding loudly in her chest as she looks down the barrel. Of course she's afraid. She's not a fighter like her friends were, after all. She's not a detective like Naoto. She's just an former idol and a clerk at a tofu shop.

So she's shaking. But she doesn't take her eyes off of him.* I don't... really think you want to do this.

[Adachi stops just a couple feet away, the tip of his gun up against her forehead, right in the center.]

I don't? Why not? Because my life will be better if I put the gun down and accept your pity? Because if I do that maybe we'll make amends and become friends? Don't give me that crock of bullshit. You know better than that, and I know better than that. The only way you get anything in this world is to take it by force, isn't it? So maybe that's what I'm doing.

*And she squeezes her eyes shut now, trying not to shake so violently, trying to keep breathing, balling her hands into fists.* We're... we're never going to be friends. Don't lie to yourself.

But you don't get anything from-- from hurting me. And you won't get away with it, either! There's nothing in it for you at all, so stop!

I don't get anything? That's not quite true. After all, you could make it worth my while to keep you alive.

[The gun shifts so that he's pressing it against her temple, so that when he steps forward again it's not so awkward and there isn't a gun directly in between them.]

But it's up to you, really. Come on, you've got to have some smarts in that head of yours. Think about it. What can you do to make it worth my while to keep you alive?

*She'd really hoped he wasn't going to get at that. Wow, she feels sick to her stomach now at the very idea.* That's-- *Her voice cracks on the word, high and squeaky* --that isn't going to happen! I won't... I'm not going to give in to that with someone like you!

*She can feel it against her temple, cold and hard and real, and she swallows nervously.* You know that if you did anything to me they'd get you for it, right? It's just best if you-- if you calm down and put the gun away. And no one needs to get hurt!

Who said anything about hurting anyone? No one has to get hurt in this situation. Hell, at this point you could even escape if you really wanted to. Remember all those things I said I hated about you? None of that's changed.

So why not run, Risette? Run before I change my mind, because next time you won't be so lucky.

[He honestly didn't expect things to go this far. And even so, he's more aware than ever of the others around who could possibly intervene but probably won't. Even now, in this place that's undefined, he doesn't want to go all out. At this point it'd just be a pain, and it's not like he ever really meant for things to go much further than this. All he wanted to do was scare her, make her rethink the way she was talking to him, and mission accomplished with that. If she still pities him after this, maybe he'll go further, but now...

Now he can't be dicked.]

*She flinches a little bit as she feels the gun press harder against her temple.*

You'd just shoot me in the back as I ran away, wouldn't you? I'm not stupid.

Now when did I say anything like that? You're just too cowardly to run away with a gun to your head, is that it?

[So he lifts it from her temple, holding it with it aimed at the air, while at the same time, his other hand snakes around her waist and he leans in, holding her close with his face right up to hers.]

What about now? Still too afraid to run away? Bolted in place? Ahahaha! What a load of shit. But I guess if you're convinced, I won't argue that point. But it makes one wonder, if you're not running when I offer it to you, does that mean you want to stay? Because if that's the case, I don't mind it. Maybe we could do this again sometime.

*The momentary relief she feels as the gun leaves her head is suddenly dashed when he grabs her around the waist; she stumbles as he tugs her in tight. His body is warm so close to hers, but it's nauseating rather than comforting as it might have been with, say, anyone else.* An-- an idol is someone with the strength to stand her ground and to be inspiring. That's what that part of me really means.

So let me go! *She puts her hands on his shoulder and shoves.* You're really just a sicko, you know that?

Oh, sorry. I must've never noticed.

[He laughs even more, but surprisingly, actually lets her push him away to create some distance between them. With another laugh, he takes a few more steps back, aims the gun at her feet, and shoots into the ground very close to where she is.]

Go on, girlie. Run! Next time I won't miss!

*That's definitely a yelp as she jumps back from the site of the shot, pulling her feet into the air--

--she glares fire at him before spinning around on her heel, and walking briskly - not running, her hands balled at her sides into tightly clenched fists and her shoulders shaking.*

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