NABC Page 784
Page 784
She admitted that the play was excellent, a rare comedy, a master director, and a perfect script and screenplay!
If the roles were reversed, Hanabi couldn't believe how happy she would be!
Just imagining it, she could feel the protagonist's wonderful situation and be captivated by the emotions that arose in the protagonist's current circumstances.
It was absolutely amazing!
It's an extreme experience that makes you want to drill your index finger into your temple.
They might even erupt with excitement, just like the firework in front of them.
BUT!
She wasn't the glamorous leading lady!
He's a complete buffoon!
clown!
This is an utter disgrace to Lord Hanabi, who has dominated the Pleasure Tavern and directed countless plays!
After taking off her clothes, which were damaged by the empathic connection, Hanabi casually tossed them towards Sora Hanabi.
"Hmm~?"
Qiong Hanabi feigned surprise as she caught the clothes, then lifted them up with delicate, orchid-like fingers, using an extremely affected and pretentious tone that would make even the real Hanabi want to strangle her:
"Oh dear~ Do you want me to wear your clothes so you can feel involved during our intimate moments? That's not a bad idea~"
She looked towards the doorway with seductive eyes.
"As long as you obediently admit defeat—admit that you're a clumsy imitation—and say..."
Qiong Hanabi straightened her back, her expression and movements instantly switching to an exaggerated theatrical tone, mimicking a low-quality stage play in a high-pitched voice:
"Oh dear~! I deserve to die~! How dare I presume to impersonate the great Hanabi-sama! Hanabi-Hanabi-san is my dear, destined true love! A lowly imposter like me has no right to interfere in the life of you two, a perfect couple~"
The exaggerated arias and clumsy sobs made the real Fireworks at the door clench his fist instantly.
His knuckles cracked as he clenched them.
For the first time, she heard "herself" make such a disgusting sound from the perspective of a clown!
"I've been hanging around bars for years, and I've never heard of anyone like you..."
The solemnity that had been hidden deep within her beautiful cherry blossom eyes was only revealed for a moment by Ms. Hanabi, the master of emotional control, before she suppressed it again.
When she looked up again, she reverted to her usual giggling self.
"Could it be that, like my new acquaintance, she's a friend from another world?"
"He/She is... an abandoned orphan."
Qiong Hanabi's voice suddenly became low and hoarse, filled with heavy sorrow, and Qiong stopped moving as soon as she said that.
"Living, yet not knowing where I am, where I came from, or where I am going, a circus troupe passes by."
“I ran to see, and it was like a fish, swimming from one side of the stage to the other, wearing a mask, many kinds of masks, laughing and crying on the stage.”
"I saw fish leap up in front of me, then plunge back into the water, creating ripples."
"Later, I gradually realized that my behavior was like 'myself' watching a 'performance' from 'below the stage'."
“I went to see it many more times, no matter when or where, but I was still just an audience member; the spotlight on the stage never fell on me.”
"After the show, I went backstage and met a beautiful girl with black twin ponytails. She handed me a mask."
"I lacked confidence, but she said to me, 'Why not? Since you're wearing a mask anyway, and they think you're Fireworks, then you are.'"
She also said: "Listen carefully, once you put on the mask, you are no longer an audience member. You are everyone and no one."
When telling this story, all of Qiong Hanabi's affectation and flamboyant charm disappeared.
Her tone was low, carrying a sense of weariness from years of experience, like a worldly-wise young woman quietly dissecting her past.
Hanabi's joyful smile gradually faded with each sentence she uttered, until finally, her smile disappeared completely.
She frowned as she looked at the girl sitting on the gray-haired youth in the spa pool.
Not a word.
Qiong Huahuo's fair and slender arms were slightly propped up behind her, supporting her delicate and exquisite body with a languid look after the event.
Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the room became quiet, with only the sound of crystal-clear liquid flowing over soft, snow-white skin and dripping into the pool.
"...This really surprised me."
Fireworks finally broke the silence, their sound so soft it was almost eerie.
She strolled to the edge of the pool, kicked off her red-stringed wooden clogs, and dipped her delicate feet into the cool water. She spoke softly, as if to herself:
"People always pick out what they think is reasonable from a large amount of information, combine it with their own imagination to identify it as reality, and try to persuade others with a firm tone, unaware that their eyes have already been shackled."
"But what if we use it the other way around?"
Her voice suddenly took on a cunning edge.
"That will create the perfect dramatic blind spot... at the highest point... snap! Pull back the curtain and surprise the audience!"
"When did I make this summary? Was it after the 67th performance, or after the 145th performance?"
Hanabi's body looked delicate and frail, but there seemed to be a long-lost, almost tangible aura of seriousness emanating from her.
"Darling~"
Fireworks lifted her alluring eyes, her gaze meeting the sky, and she smiled sweetly.
"Who do you think is the real spark, her or me?"
The fake Fireworks across from us is so convincingly portrayed that even Fireworks herself can't tell the difference.
She even suspected that the other person was a split personality of hers that had gone deeper into the path of pleasure.
He left without his knowledge.
In the past, Hanabi had deliberately split her spirit, performing a one-woman show.
What if a few of them manage to escape and become independent?
A sense of absurdity, a feeling of floating unreality gripped her.
I can't tell the difference between fireworks and firework.
Is the person on the other side actually me?
She couldn't be sure if the other person was her lost personality.
Or, more terrifyingly, one might think that they themselves are the real "Fireworks," a personality that was deliberately detached from them in pursuit of pleasure.
The real Hanabi gave the mask to "herself" and then erased her own memories... just to toy with "Hanabi" once and for all, as the female protagonist?!
[Fireworks] is absolutely capable of doing something like that!
Because this is fucking hilarious!
If Sora is willing to cooperate, Hanabi herself will not hesitate to send a part of her soul out to put on a show~
Unfortunately, as a principled masked fool, plagiarism?
Absolutely!
If it was acted out, it was acted out.
Whether as an audience member or a lead actor.
and so…
Between myself and the one in the pool, who is the real spark?
what!
Does it matter?!
Why be so serious?
Just have fun!
"Ask me?"
Sora seems to be interested in the "real and fake Hanabi one-man show" that Hanabi "herself" is directing.
"I'm the kind of person who always sides with my own people, regardless of right or wrong; my main trait is a complete lack of martial ethics~"
"Although this fireworks display is just a performance, she's closer to me right now, so I'm voting for her."
Qiong patted Qiong Hanabi's smooth shoulder.
"Eh~ If it's just for such a superficial reason~ then I can still get closer~!"
"I can be your personal toy too! You can play with me however you want—you can even break the fireworks however you want!"
"If you want more toys, darling, I can make them for you too!"
Hanabi's five-petaled cherry blossom eyes spun slowly like a kaleidoscope, and the power of joy condensed to create clones that appeared one after another.
Hoshino in a maid outfit, Himeko in a teacher's uniform, Robin in a superstar's performance outfit, March Seven in black and white stockings and a high school girl outfit, Kaffa in an office lady outfit, and Wolf in a school swimsuit...
The red dress lay limp on the ground like a withered flower petal.
She transformed into the same state as Qiong Hanabi.
"is it?"
Qiong Huahuo chuckled and lazily got up.
She made an extremely provocative and malicious gesture, inviting him into her trap, and giggled sweetly:
"Then please~ Miss Fireworks (a fake)~ The stage is yours~"
Seeing this, Qiong blinked and looked at Hanabi, who was now indistinguishable.
"Then, darling~"
Fireworks sway gracefully as they walk towards the sky.
"How does it compare to how you feel about her?"
She mimicked Qiong Huahuo's posture, tilting her head slightly, revealing the lines of her neck, and looking defiantly at herself by the pool.
Hanabi's strong body control and acting skills showed no signs of awkwardness.
"As for the feeling..."
Qiong wrapped his arms around her waist as if embracing another version of himself.
"...Exactly the same."
His tone was sincere yet irritating.
"Now that we're closer, who do you think is the real Firework?"
Fireworks's moist, ambiguous breath brushed against Qiong's earlobe, making him feel a slight itch.
"Can I abstain from voting?"
"No way!"
Hanabi smiled broadly and made no attempt to hide her feelings, gently resting her head on Sora's shoulder as if they were truly a couple deeply in love.
"Then each person should have half of it."
After thinking it over, Qiong gave her answer.
"Oh my, are you saying it's true?"
Hanabi linked arms with Sora, her supple waist swaying wildly, the fragrance emanating from her hair alluring and captivating, even more so than a vixen.
"As long as you say it's true, I'll do anything! Anything at all!"
She drew out the last syllable of her voice in a charming tone.
"anything?"
Although it was an unfamiliar language, I was able to understand it because of the synesthetic beacon.
"Mmm, anything is fine~"
Fireworks' little head looks like a chick pecking at rice.