So, I'm sure some of you are worried about the poor Captain. But it's okay; he's just fine...kinda. Well, you'll see.
Sorry if it seems too short.

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The Right House...

"Is he going to be alright mom?" Breaker asks softly, gazing at Hiroto. The older male lay lifelessly on a white bed with all sorts of medical equipment. His skin was as pale as humanly possible, his eyes still staring into an unknown abyss. The only bright side is, his breathing has become more steady. Jomo Momo pats Shou's head, then looks at the monitors worriedly. She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear and proceeds to analyze the data on her clipboard.

"Blehh~," Hibiki says, making a silly face and sticking out his tongue in front of the expressionless captain. Ever since arriving, Hibiki had been trying to wake Hiroto up--in the most obnoxiously annoying ways possible. Like blowing raspberries, teasing the male, and now, making silly faces.

"You'd have better chances trying to make Brute smile," Shirou quips. Hibiki shoots an irritated glare at the blonde. "Thanks for your support, brother...," he grumbles, shooting the blond a light glare.

"Quiet, boys," Their mother scolds. She scans through her papers then the monitors. A sigh of relief escapes her lips. She gives the smaller ravenette a gentle smile. "He's okay," She nods. "Yay!" The male cheers. The woman kneels down. She looks at Shou with a motherly gaze. "Dear, would you mind going to your room for a moment? I need to talk to your brothers," She tells softly. Shou looks at her quizically but nods his head nonetheless. The male slowly exits the room.

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"How is he?" Hibiki questions, staring at the male lying on the bed. Jomo Momo gave her sons a worried frown. "His vitals are a bit abnormal, and his skin is too pale to be healthy. His eyes seem to be...," she trails off. "Gone?" Shirou's eyes lock with Hiroto's seemingly lifeless ones. "Not exactly. His eyes seem to show signs more common to those who are blind," The woman shakes her head. "It appears he's in a coma of some sort; he's definitely showing signs of it."

"Will he be okay?" The brothers ask, turning to their mother. The scientist stood silent, before nodding her head. The boys exhale a sigh of utter relief. "Now off you two go. I must run some tests." The woman pushes the two boys out.

"Oh, and can you boys handle dinner tonight? I mi--I won't have the time to cook, I'm afraid," she informs them. "Don't worry, mom! I'll cook up something super duper yummy!" The eldest proclaims proudly. "And, I'll make sure he doesn't burn the house down," Shirou jabs his thumb in his older brother's direction.

"In fact, I probably should make sure he makes something edible," He adds with a smirk. "My cooking's not THAT BAD!" Hibiki huffs, crossing his arms. Jomo Momo beams, amused. "Alright, boys. Now, don't forget that I won't be cooking dinner for you," she reminds. The two boys nod. Suddenly, Hibiki runs off towards the kitchen, grinning. "Race ya!" He yells, laughing. Shirou's eyes widen with shock, then he chases after the redhead. "Oi! No fair!" He shouts back.

The woman smiles at her sons' antics. Then, her smile drops. Her gaze shifts toward the soccer captain; more specifically, the glowing kanji on his neck...

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At the Plutonium Manor...

Moriko sat quietly on the plush black-and-white sofa. A dark pink notebook on the coffee table. "Is there anything you need, Young Lady Moriko?" A servant asks. The girl didn't respond; she just continues to stare at the blank pages, tapping her pink pen on the table. The maid stood silently and patiently, as any good servant should.

"Madam Karui, you are excused," Moriko waves her off. "Very good, Young Lady," Karui answers, bowing. She glides away. For a good servant does run, nor walk (unless with poise); they glide elegantly with both grace and dignity.

Finally, after a lot of hard thinking, Moriko snaps her fingers. She quickly scribbling down something in her notebook with quick movements of her hand. Then, she leans back into the plush sofa. "What're you doin'?" Kasumi inquires, plopping down beside the red-eyed girl. The girl peers at the ravenette for a long second before looks away.

"Nothing," she shrugs. The middle child quirks an eyebrow. "'Nothing'? Really?" Minako scoffs, shooting the eldest a disbelieving look. The blonde saunters to the sofa and sits down beside her oldest sister.

Moriko gazes at her two sisters fondly. "Just...," she trails off. She shakes her head and points toward her notebook. "See those symbols? They appeared on Hiro-san's body when he became...you know." Minako takes the notebook and studies the drawings. "They kinda look like...," the blonde squints her eyes. "...Kanji?" Kasumi interjects. Minako nods in agreement. 

"You're not wrong, but you're not right either," Moriko giggles. The two younger siblings stare at the redhead curiously. "It IS kanji--but not the kanji we use now." She explains. "So, like ancient kanji?" Minako raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, something like that," the Punk leader nods. "Do ya know what it means?" Kasumi questions. Moriko grins, looking straight at the ravenette. "Not a clue!" She proclaims proudly. Minako almost fell off the sofa and Kasumi sweatdrops. "Are you serious?!" Minako blurts out. "Yup! I'm 100% sure!" She beams brightly.

The blonde sighs. "I'm going to my room. I've had enough crazy for today," she groans, before standing up and strutting to her room. Kasumi stood up, pats Moriko's back, and heads to her own room--without another word.

Moriko sighs, then once again stares back at her notebook. A smile no longer on her face. "I am also 100% sure, that something really bad is going on," she whispers to herself.