Time Of Living
by: Dual Minds
Cyonil: *peeks over the door* Hey, the show isn't yet starting! Let's go in!
Trishia: *holding a stuffed Monokuma* Phuhuhu! Golly, now I'm nervous.
Cyonil: *facepalm* Hey. We decided already, right? Don't be a party pooper and err... Why Monokuma?
Trishia: I can't choose between Ochobot or Baymax or this monochrome pooper.
Cyonil: Eh? Hey look, Ochobot and Baymax is fine! But why that sadistic bear. Haist. I guess let's go in. *opens the door* Hello!
Trishia: Hi.
Cyonil: Hello readers! We are the Dual Minds at your service! We are the operators of this movie we will show to you and I hope you'll like it! Anyways, I'm Cyonil, Cyon will be fine. *turns to Trishia* Uhh.. Give some energy, man.
Trishia: *hold Monokuma in front* Hellooooo! And welcome to your despair! Just kidding! The despair will be later, so right now have some your little "Hope" and better use it wisely! Did I do it right?
Cyonil: Whoa! That's too much I think?
Trishia: Ehehheehe. Well I don't know what to say next. Well, let's go on with the story and the chu chus.
Cyonil: Yosh! Let's do it together!
Trishia: Okay! So...say the thing.
Cyonil: Yeah.
Disclaimer: WE DON'T OWN ANYTHING! JUST THE PLOT!
Trishia: Not Big Hero 6, not Pokemon, not Danganronpa, not Puteri, and not even Boboiboy. That's that.
Chapter 0: Prologue
Approximately, 11:21 pm
XXday, Silph Corporation Building
XX XX, 201X
San Fransokyo was known in the world as the best manufacturing state of medicines. It was also the home of great pharmacists and doctors as people around the world were dreaming to study medicine in this city. It was true that it was owning the throne in the market in terms of the said field, however, two months ago, a conspiracy happened in the whole city and the issue was about...
"Silph Corporation Under Investigation Drug Overdose"
"Hand me another newspaper Petrel," A man indignantly said. He was a man about in mid-30's with black hair and eyes. He had broad shoulders and muscular build as he was donned with black suit; describing his appearance as a high authorized person. He had a newspaper on his hands which was not given any mercy; cramped until it formed as a paper ball and thawed it on the face of another man, standing beside him which looked as his under employee. The standing man — called as "Petrel" — accepted his boss's maltreatment towards him and took the cramped newspaper; hiding on his pocket.
"If you don't mind, boss, I strongly suggest you in my down presence not to buy newspaper for another two months. The headline will stay the same and I was hoping you will not like to see your office a paper factory." Petrel answered respectfully to his boss who was still vindictive about the headline on the newspaper. He needed to be calm at this point since it was his duty to get in this course whenever his boss was in a critical state.
Sitting firmly on the couch, the man gritted his teeth as his sharp black eyes suddenly blazed in anger. He was literally burning in madness as he glared at Petrel, a deadliest one.
"I'M NOT PAYING YOU TO SUGGEST NONSENSICAL THINGS. REMEMBER, IF YOU FAILED WITH THIS ONE AGAIN, I'LL BRING YOU BACK IN THE TRASH WHERE YOU ARE BELONG!" The man roared at him, seemingly underestimating Petrel. As he brought back his stare on the table, he smashed his hands with a bam on it to release his uncollected anger.
"By the way, where is that 'scientist' are you talking about?" The man asked his employee without lowering down his voice.
And since Petrel knew his "duty", he obliged himself to respond. "The scientist will be here on time."
"Are you looking for me, 'Mr. Head Rocket'?" A young lady who sounded seductive appeared on the doors of his office. She was wearing a red dress under her red lab coat; seemed recognisable to the people in his company. Her red mid-heel shoes are tapping loudly on the floor until she reached to his table.
She sat down on his table; not bothering that there was actually a chair to sit on. "What's wrong, little man? Stress caught you down again? It's not healthy for a strong man like you, Giovanni." her voice was sounding like cooing her boss. It was her usual sarcasm since she knew the current crisis of the company.
Like what the woman called to the vindictive man, Giovanni slowly narrowed his eyes towards her. A murderous intent was evident on him, but since the important person had arrived, he collected his composure together while setting his anger aside.
"Your sweet words can't lure me down." Giovanni sneered, still in the bad mood. "I'll straight you to the point, tell me your procedures. Prove everything or you can't get outside alive." he threatened. Despite of his current mood, it was still obvious that he was so desperate to save his company or... clean his dirty name all over San Fransokyo, more conspicuous in a sense.
In other way around, Petrel began to perk up his eyebrow; signalling to the woman to speak up. He was required to be certain for this probable solution so that person should make an assurance to rise the company again on top. Or, his life would be at stake if ever this one failed.
Giovanni leaned over his head to get the same height level of the woman. After a short while, he smashed the table once again. "Answer me."
The lady smirked, not even affected from Giovanni's intentions to kill her. "You think that Carol Malus Dienheim don't have any amazing ideas? Of course, I have." She took out a paper from her pocket and unfolded it as it showed that it was an outdated newspaper featuring their rival company. "Have you ever wonder why the Almzicle Company became so successful than us? That everyone relied on their medicines so much than ours? That they believed that they are maker of miracles by medical science?"
The lady scientist was pacing back and forth with her long braided hair literally sweeping the floor while walking.
"Are you saying that they were TOO BETTER than MINE? Are you trying to mock me?" Giovanni spanked his hands again as he stood up. He intolerantly grabbed away the paper from Carol as he torn it to many pieces. "If you will just come here to degrade MY COMPANY, I better shot your head, here and right now!"
Giovanni pulled his gun from his belt and aimed it towards the scientist. Petrel couldn't help but panic on the side while mouthing, "Get straight to the point!", in inaudible way. His boss misinterpreted her words. It was one thing he was worried about, where her sarcasm and his boss' wrath would clash in some point.
"I don't give a single damn on that company, I just wanted profit rather than their so called miracle medicines!" Giovanni outburst.
"Okay, fine. I'll tell you my plan. So listen closely. AND PUT THAT GODFORSAKEN GUN DOWN!" she yelled in rage until she went to her calm demeanour after sitting on the chair. "If we could sneak in to a company, we could get some information from them. Then we could concoct the similar medicine they have, so no one would notice that we're plagiarising."
The hot-headed man still didn't mind to lower his weapon down as Petrel slightly approached to his boss from behind. "Boss, she will be desperately needed to restore our glory, as much as yours. Her brain will be the certain answer to all our queries. And..." Petrel reached out for the gun and drawing it down carefully, "...the answer isn't bloodshed. I'm hoping that you will calm down now, Boss."
Giovanni realized his ever loyal servant was right so he lowered the gun in submission. However, he just threw it on the floor aimlessly as he slumped down on the couch. His manly shoulders grew more wide and he beholden his eyes on the woman in front of him, bothering not to blink even just for a second.
"There. Don't anger me for another time or I'll command him to dispose your body into somewhere else." Giovanni threatened once again, along with his darkening face. "Continue."
"The Almzicle Company is heavily guarded with modern technology. Any traces from the security cameras shows faces of approximately 90.9 thousand people who visited the company and will be taken notes from their security. They can catch any intruders at the glimpse of their own eye. We can't even hack their systems because they will fight back with their own hackers nor we can't sneak in to their company because they know us. This is medical war we are facing." her face revealed some seriousness and fierce determination from her plan, "So we will go with traditional method of intruding the company without us getting caught."
Giovanni, with a certain answer from his mind, tilted his head. "You mean..." he cut off his sentence and without any seconds later, a smirk appear on his lips. "You aren't kidding me, right?" Sarcasm was hinted on his voice, and it made Petrel smacked his face with his palm. It was possible that Giovanni would gone outrage again if he would make Carol's whole statement as a joke. No one was even sure with the meaning of that smirk.
"Yes, yes! Now you're getting it!" Carol showed pure excitement. "We need a MOLE. And not just any Mole, a Mole that no one has ever expected it to be! We can place the Mole to the Company without any detections from anyone and anything at all. We just have to sit here and let the 'assets' fall into OUR hands of getting their information!" she stood up from her chair and slammed her hands to the table. "It will be the experiment of the lifetime! Think of it, Giovanni. No one would expect a Mole that is created by CAROL MALUS DIENHEIM!" Carol began to laugh wildly like a mad scientist.
This time, another sarcastic laugh echoed throughout the room. It lasted for a few minutes as it died down in a deadly silence; a creepy atmosphere that no one would wish to stay.
"Is that all? Your offer?" Giovanni asked with a beam, but frowned seriously afterwards, "A mole? A MOLE? How cheap is that, huh?" he turned to Petrel, "Is this who do you call the best scientist in the black market? Are you kidding me... ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
Petrel step back, "B-Boss, calm down! Think about what she said again!"
Giovanni opened his palm, "Give me the gun again... And I'LL SHOOT BOTH OF YOU! CLOWNS!"
Carol was never afraid of the gun threat, rather the only thing she ever wanted was her plan to propose. She wanted to do it so badly that she could not hold her laugh, nor even sustain the serious face.
"Well I'm your waste then! Think about it, the Silph Company has numerous workers that can be detected. But with MY mole, no one would even suspect it. That's because MY mole wasn't even existed in this time, I hid it very well from the eyes of the people in San Fransokyo. Also, it's not cheap. In fact, it cost a child. All you have to do is say yes and we could get started. Believe me, Giovanni. I'm your only hope to get rid of that dirty name." she kept on laughing. She was thinking Giovanni would be so silly if he would not accept her proposal.
Giovanni was waiting for Petrel for his gun. However, even Petrel picked it up, he chose not to hand it over his boss, instead, he slid it inside his suit.
Petrel emerged a serious facade. "Please reconsider it, Boss. She is right. She's our only hope for this. She's the last slot I know we can count on and other than her, there is no one already. No one can help us. And if that happens, we can't pay any of our debts with our stockholders. Think about it," he sighed, "if ever she failed, take my life instead, Boss."
Giovanni retained his silence as he rose up to face his most loyal servant, "You are pretty sure about this maniac, huh?" he glimpsed at Carol then to Petrel again, "You have been loyal for almost a decade and your contribution is highly recognize in my company. Perhaps, I can hear your plea."
Giovanni seated down again, hiding the lion inside him. "Fine. I shall give you sufficient funds for your research and I'm expecting a whole percent of its success..." he glanced venomously to his servant again, "...or else I'll dug you a grave, in accordance of what we all have opted tonight."
Carol laughed once again, but it was not a maniacal laugh. It was her real laugh. She was relieved truly that her plan of doing the Mole was approved.
In such excitement from the result of their negotiation, she bended a bow like a ballerina, "The pleasure is all mine. I won't let you down, Giovanni. This Mole is one of a kind. You won't even surprised of what I will do to the Mole too." she paused briefly, "The Mole will be the company's success, I'm extremely sure of it."
She faced him with a creepy smile that would mark of her insanity...