"Fushimi-Kun, I think this is a bit absurd don't you think?"
The 3rd in command stopped pressing buttons and sighed, closing his eyes. "Yes, I know Lieutenant, but I can't turn back now." He opened his eyes and entered in the commands once more. "I worked too hard on this." He didn't look back to face Awashima. He was too busy with the holographic screens in front of him.
That didn't stop her however because she kept talking. "Yes, I understand, but it's already been three years. By the rate you are going, I don't think this will be successful."
"Trust me. It will." Fushimi answered without pause. Even he knew that this project he was working on will have a one in million chance of working, but if the Lieutenant was acting nervous, he must be doing the right thing.
Awashima gave a small sigh, a nervous look creeping in. "Fushimi-Kun, even the captain knows this is absurd. He's given me strict orders to stop you if you keep going."
"Lieutenant, you know me. I'm not the type to follow orders."
"Fushimi-"
"And you also know I'm not the type to listen."
"Fushimi, the captain-"
"And you also know that I never follow the captain's orders anyway."
"FUSHIMI."
He stopped. A few seconds, later he turned around to glance at the woman.
Awashima gave another sigh. "I know how much you miss him, but doing this will never bring him back."
Fushimi just stared at the woman, face emotionless as ever. Awashima kept talking.
"Even the captain says it's no use…Let it go, Fushimi. That is an order from the captain himself."
He just stared at her. Silence filled the air. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the Homra traitor spoke.
"Yes, ma'am."
A few more seconds of silence ensued, before the Lieutenant spoke. "Good. Now come back upstairs or else the captain will shut off the system himself."
"How will he-"
"He has his ways."
The doors suddenly split open, letting her out of the room. When she passed through them, the doors slid back in place as if nothing happened.
Fushimi stared at the door, just in case another person, such as the Captain himself, stepped in through them. A few seconds passed before he thought it was safe, and he looked back at the holographic screens, typing in new commands.
"As if I'll follow orders." He said causally.
Outside, in the Scepter 4 hallways, Awashima was walking, beginning to call Munakata.
Riiing…..Riiinnngg….Bling!
"Ah, Awashima-Kun. I suppose it went-"
"A small quarrel would not work with him, Captain. You know that."
Silence….
"….Yes, I know that."
"Then you must have your reasons."
"I do."
More silence….
"…Do you mind telling me them?"
"That would be a list. A long list that I would finish in a few years. Would you like to hear it?"
"Im fine, Captain."
"Very well then."
The call ended from just a press of a button. Awashima stood there, staring at the holographic screen that showed the ended call, and sighed. "That man."
She walked into her room, changed, and went out of headquarters.
Inside the room, Fushimi's fingers were barely noticeable as he typed in orders the machine would copy. He could tell it was working, as he had a feeling that each piece was beginning to fit.
"Almost there." He mumbled, the emotionless expression on his face, yet even though it was like that, inside, he had a sense of desperation.
He kept staring at the blue screens until a small bar came out.
1%...
2%...
3%...
Night blue eyes widened in approvement. He's done it.
10%...
50%...
All of a sudden, Fushimi started coughing. He looked a bit calm as if he expected it. What he saw on his hand was a dark red substance, and he sighed. "Oh well."
He looked back up at the screen.
95%...
He then looked to the right, glancing at a robotic yet human figure. That's what he worked on for the first two years. That robot.
The Blue looked back at the screen to hear a small beeping noise.
100%. Transporting information.
"Almost there…" He mumbled.
Fushimi walked over to the robotic cyborg.
….
….
Information storage complete. Will start in 5…
4…
3…
2…
1…
The robot's eyes opened a few seconds later. His expression was emotionless as ever, as he looked around the room. The robot then looked up at the figure in blue.
Fushimi gave a small smirk. He couldn't help it. He would always do that in front of him, but inside, he couldn't speak. He was overjoyed. He'd done it. Finally.
"Hello, Misaki."
The cyborg looked at him, everything the same as it was before. His clothes, eyes, hair, yet it was still emotionless.
There was a silence. Until…
"Hello, Saru."
He couldn't help but change that smirk into a smile. All this Misaki needs is that one part.
But it's kept safe, and stored in all that information.
It's too early for him to know….
It's too early for him to know what happened three years ago.
But still…
This is what people call a miracle.