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As the sun shone over Japan, a sight that was easily welcomed, a group of people were hard at work building. A pair of girls were pushing a load of wood to one end of the site, with a third offering them bottles of water. A man and woman were inside the building, and a black haired male, identified as Chris McLean, was on the phone with somebody. He was watching a group of three people chatting with each other in the meantime - two men and a woman.
The last one, however, just sat back and watched, a small smile on his face, checking his tablet every so often.
"Chris," he called over, "a word."
Noticing him, he quickly finished his conversation and ran over, spotting the purple haired woman in the maroon suit through the windows.
"What did Sonia say?"
"So far, so good. Mikan says everyone's recovering perfectly, and everyone's in agreement with our proposal."
"Good to hear. And...Junko?"
"Hajime says that Ryota added his Hope Video to the Revival Program when we brought Junko back to life. She's the same as before, minus the despair."
His partner nodded, as they both looked out at everyone again.
"Is this really such a good idea?" Chris asked. "I mean, Junko was responsible for the destruction of the entire country. Bringing her back and acting like everything's normal...can we really get away with such a thing?"
"The rest of the class have reportedly retained their memories of life before the Tragedy - they'd notice something wrong if she wasn't there. As risky as it might be..."
Byakuya trailed off, both men knowing how he meant to end the sentence, falling into another brief silence.
"So, you're going off again tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Season six, before we go on a 'hiatus'. I need to make sure the teens are on board too." Chris paused to have a swig of coffee. "You are okay with this, right Byakuya?"
"So long as you don't forget the real reason why we've agreed to doing this," the former affluent progeny stopped and began shouting at the group. "Hagakure, we need more wood over here!"
"Way ahead of ya, Togami-chi!" The man with the afro and glasses ran off with his crystal ball, the two other people following suit.
"Listen Byakuya," Chris began. "I've just realised something. You know how Kyoko became a teacher, and Makoto became the principal? Won't it seem kind of weird to their fellow students if it's like that?"
"We already thought ahead. Kirigiri will start teaching once everyone's used to it, and Naegi will be the principal in secret. We'll make it known in sophomore year."
"Right. I guess that works."
As they finished their conversation again, Makoto Naegi and Kyoko Kirigiri exited the building. Makoto wore a white shirt, black waistcoat and yellow tie - similar to his Future Foundation uniform. The two of them stopped beside the two other people with Hagakure. Makoto rested a hand on the woman's shoulder, while Kyoko engaged in conversation with Hagakure and the other man. Byakuya heard the mention of "Komaru" and "Mitarai-kun", implying they'd be coming along with the others.
"You sure you'll be able to handle this without me?"
"I think we'll be able to manage," the sarcasm in Byakuya's voice was evident. "Also, we'll need to do something about living arrangements for everyone. While we're sorting out the last couple of things, you can do your own thing."
"Got it," Chris scooped up his coffee cup as he saw a rather crummy limousine approaching. "Anywho, I'll see you in two months!"
Byakuya curtly nodded, still smiling. Chris called back from the limo as he got in.
"Hey, T! I'll see you on Pahkitew Island!"
The limousine pulled away, when Byakuya suddenly became aware of what had just happened.
I'm going to regret that decision, aren't I?