A few days have gone by, and Rumi and the girls have been working on a new song for the idol awards, taking on the song name take-down as a diss track on Saja. I know it won't go well. I have been considering a song to perform. Darkness before the dawn has been something Rumi and I sang and recorded together. I recently uploaded the video she and I worked on. She and I made the music video ourselves the other day, once the lyrics and instrumental audio were put together. It's just a video of Rumi and me dealing with inner doubts in physical form. It's a hit so far, and I have a feeling the demons will try something. So I will be on standby for Rumi. Anyway, the others are going around the city to look out for demons. I kept encountering the Saja boys, Baby, and Aby. They try and fail tricks. Abby tries to get me distracted by his body, and Baby tries to get me to fall for his innocent act.
"I told you two, I don't fall easily," I told them while out on a rooftop, wandering at night.
"Okay, so, what exactly would you fall for?" Abby asked while I made my way through with ease.
"It's personality, and if I can stand being around them," I told him.
"That's not a good answer, Akuma." Baby said.
"To you or me?" I finally turned to them, and they both froze, not expecting that kind of answer. "My taste in men depends on how well I connect with them. Appearance is the start, but personality can ruin it."
I turned and went on walking. No one knows I'm going to the idol awards, so I will be a surprise contestant. I haven't joined before or collaborated with Rumi until now. I don't make announcements unless it's when I can't think of anything to upload for people to enjoy, so I would go on TV shows, interviews, those things.
"So... looks don't matter much?" Abby asked, still following me.
"Not really, at best I look at them for a reference on what to try and add to my physical looks without hurting myself," I explained.
"What about that golden mark?" Baby asked. I stopped and looked at the scar along my patterns. I was still and silent for a while.
"... The Honmoon doesn't recognize my half-demon side... It began to hurt my physically... affecting my voice too..." I said slowly. The two were stiff, not expecting that kind of honesty. I stayed silent, my hand hovered over the golden scar, something I will never forget. I flinched, feeling pain in the scar. I touched the scar; it felt burning and warm. lifting my hand, I saw blood. Damn it, the golden Honmoon breaking still causes harm, reopening the wound completely.