Paula - R5 Pray

	Summers beach. White sands.
	In black swimming trunks, a monochrome black Hawaiian shirt, and of course, black sunglasses, Lucky of the Runaway Five was dozing off in a beach chair, when suddenly, with a twitch, he jumped to his feet.
	“Hey, Nice? Did you just call me?”
	“I didn't call you!” Nice replied, turning towards him. “But I thought...did you call me, just now?”
	Surprisingly, the Runaways, who had been napping right next to one another (and who usually did not rouse easily, even if the hotel they were staying in was on fire) all woke straight up.
	“Hey...hey, big bros...” said Gucci, the youngest of the group, fearfully. “I just had a dream about Ness... In my dream, Ness was in some sort of terrible danger. And so, he was calling out to me.”
	“...Me too.”
	“...And me.”
	“You know...come to think of it,” Lucky said, snapping his fingers. “I just realized I had a dream like that, too......but it wasn't about the Red Cap Boy, it was about the Pretty Little Girl!”
	“......Oh, how terrible......”
	“Hey, everyone, get out your instruments.” Lucky took off his sunglasses. “They called out to us...and we have to answer them. …...With a passionate live performance from the Runaway Fiiiive! We'll put our whole hearts into a beach-side free session! Heeeere we goooooo!!”
	As their high-spirited musical performance began, the people who were sleeping nearby woke up, those who had been walking along the road stopped in their tracks, and anyone who was swimming hurried back onto the sand.
	Yeeeaahh, yeahh, woooo! The explosive, swelling cheers could be heard as far away as the Stoic Club. The manager, Mr. Noir, paused as he cleaned a glass, Marimari the actress raised her sleepy eyes, and that literary master, Truman, who was banging away with all his might at that typewriter, gave a little, hmm?, and he stood up.

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Mother 2, Chapter 9