Sam 🇨🇭

Samansa stuck her hand into her pockets. "I have about 1,000 Yen..." She sighed, getting up to get her coat. "How much do you have?" "Uh.. Yeah, about the same... 1200... We'll scrape something up" Mirroa shrugged, counting his coins. "Ugh... so much for trying to have a nice dinner..." Samansa put her coat on, and threw Mirroa's coat at him. "So, we headin' out?" "Yeah... we should hurry. Maybe we can get noodles to share or something?" Samansa slid down the railing and jumped down to the floor at the bottom of the stairs. "Sounds good to me. I mean, they always make maaassive portions!" She ran out of the building, making her way to the Shiratori Restaurant. On the way there, Mirroa picked up some snow and threw a loose snowball at Samansa. "What the-!" Samansa frowned at the impact, picking up snow and tightening it into a hard, rock-solid snowball. "You really wanna go there?!" "Hey! Not fair! I threw a light one! You're making a bruiser!" Mirroa ran off to the front, trying not to trip. The girl threw the snowball at a nearby car and ran forward. "Don't try to fight the leader of the Karugane Family!" "Back to your mafia phase, I see!" The boy laughed, holding the restaurant's door open for his friend. "Here ya go, boss!" He bowed. "Mafia phase? Psssh! The disrespect..." Samansa laughed, breaking character. "Thank you, butler!" She grinned and held the door open once she walked in. "Holy... it's so hot in here." "Better than the cold anyway" Mirroa took his coat and scarf off and hung it by the door "Where do you wanna sit? Table or at the bar?" "Mmmm... Maybe that booth over there?" Samansa pointed at a booth near the windows, hanging her coat up next to Mirroa's. "I always sit there." "Oh, yeah. I'll grab the cards." The boy walked over to the bar and grabbed the menus, then joined Samansa at the booth.

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They sat at the table for a bit, chatting, until the owner showed up. "Hey, kids. What would you like?" Samansa looked over at Mirroa, as if to signal for him to order. She forgot...

"Oh, uh... We'll take a beef udon bowl to share... and some ramune." The boy grinned awkwardly.

"Alright. I'll go get those ready for you two." The man smiled, and walked back to the kitchen. "Thank you, sir!" Samansa called out, and sighed. "I'm starving."

"Yeah, me too," Mirroa sighed, "We should have enough..."

"Ugh... I hope so..."

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Once the food came out, the two dug in. "Man, this is delicious! I could almost get another bowl all by myself..." Samansa sighed.

The door to the restaurant opened, and Mirroa looked up from the bowl. He scowled , and he nudged Samansa under the table, whispering, "Look who just came in...." He jerked his head towards the door.

Samansa looked over at the door, and her eyes widened. "Holy shit! It-"

"Oh, Mirroa! Samansa! Hi, you two!"

...God damn it! Mr Yashiro?! Seriously!?

"Uh.. hi.." With a forced grin, Mirroa greeted their homeroom teacher. "Hi, Sir... hah, what a coincidence. We're so excited for literature later..."

"Yeah...! Literature... class..." Samansa rubbed the back of her neck.

"Oh, that's wonderful to hear!" He smiled. "Well, I won't take up more of your time. Bon appetit, you two."

As soon as the man walked away, Samansa looked at Mirroa with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Before their teacher could even settle in with his co-worker, Samansa grabbed a menu and began looking through it, ignoring the prices.

"You think we have enough for anything else?" Mirroa looked at her, worried. "Maybe one dessert if you want to pick that out..."

"Psssh! Don't worry about that. What do you want?" She tapped on the menu. "I have an idea."

────୨ৎ──── Mirroa looked at her, somewhat confused, and almost scared. "What are you planning?" He opened his menu, looking through the different dishes. "Just.. order what you want." She grinned, calling over the boss.

"Dammit, what are you doing!?" He spoke through his teeth and kicked her, then smiled up at the owner.

"We'll take one of everything, boss!" Samansa pointed up at the man. "One of everything?" He laughed. "Okay. Coming right up."

Mirroa started to finally catch on. He burst out laughing, "Oh, you're evil." ────୨ৎ────

A bit later, a bunch of plates began to show up at their table. Noodle dishes, lobster dishes, everything, including desserts. Samansa dug into a bunch of different things, watching the food stack on their table.

Mirroa grabbed the lobster, his stomach growling, "Oh...I'm so hungry. This smells amazing."

"Im almost full! These are sooo good!" She spoke with her mouth full. "Man, we wont be able to finish all of this... should we grab it as take out?"

"Obviously! Im not letting this go to waste!" The boy smiled wide, stuffing his mouth.

Soon, they couldn't eat a single bite. The owner packed up the remaining dishes for them, which ended up in 4 separate plastic bags, and they got up. "Uh, kids... aren't you gonna pay?"

Mirroa turned his head to look at Samansa, swinging the take-out bags.

"Oh, he's paying for us." Samansa smiled, pointing at the black-haired man. "He's our... uncle!"

"Ah! I see. Well, enjoy your take out, you two." The owner smiled, and waved them goodbye as they ran out.

"I cannot believe you did that!" Mirroa burst out giggling as they ran back to school.

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Mr Yashiro and his co-worker were sitting at the table, waiting for their check to come before they'd head back to class.

"Alright, here's your bill." The owner smiled, setting down a... really long receipt. What the..? Mr Yashiro's eyes widened as he saw the price.

"50 thousand Yen!?" He looked at his co-worker. "Huh-!? Did we seriously- um... we only ordered 2 things..."

The boss raised a brow. "Your nephew and niece said you'd pay for their meal."

Those fucking brats...!

Mr Yashiro sighed and looked into his wallet. "I- I'll write you a check..."

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Kanji/Kana サマンサ・かるがね

Rōmaji Karugane Samansa

Nicknames Samantha (by Mr. Hearsewell), Manny

Born March 1, 1977

Gender Female

Age 11 (1988), 26 (2003), 29 (2006)

Height Approx. 140cm (1988), Approx. 175cm (2006)

Hair Colour Dark Brown

Eye Colour Dark Brown

Died 2006, Pre-Revival - Forced Suicide by Gaku Yashiro. ────୨ৎ────

Family Mr. Hearsewell (father), Ms. Karugane (mother)

Status Alive

Occupation Detective

Nationality Swiss-Japanese

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Manga

Chapter 4 (cameo) Chapter 7 (full appearance)

Anime

Episode 1 (cameo) Episode 2 (full appearance)

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Samansa was born to a detective father and a bartender mother in 1977 Hokkaido. Her father was stationed in Japan to investigate a series of murders, and met her mother shortly after. Samansa's parents were often busy with work and other past times, so Samansa began to look after herself from a young age. Her parents were never strict about her behaviour, allowing her to do whatever she wanted. She attended Mikoto Elementary, and was in Satoru Fujinuma's class.

2006

In 2006, Samansa was working for the Homicide Department for the Police. She and Mirroa Kamui reunited after years of not seeing eachother, and began to investigate the 1988 Kidnappings. Mirroa appeared on a Radio Show to attempt and lure the killer out, causing him to have his headphones stolen, and Samansa found contact details in old files. They met up at a park to discuss everything, and Samansa offered to call up their old homeroom teacher, Gaku Yashiro, to ask him about the case. Following their meet up, Samansa was forced to kill herself on the top of a roof by shooting herself after Yashiro told her about Mirroa's death. She was framed for a murder-suicide.

Revival

(WIP) In 1988, when Satoru was sent 18 years into the past, Samansa was one of the first people he noticed, having just read about the murder-suicide in 2006. In the first leap, Samansa was of absolutely no help in aiding Satoru, since he didn't befriend her. During the second leap, Satoru managed to get closer to her, and she ended up aiding him in saving Kayo, Aya, and Hiromi.