Any Claymore that lived long enough and wasn't stupid in the head knew that the Organization was shady, as in darker than if the sun blacked out shady. And as long as said Claymore wasn't stupid enough to dive too deep, the Organization would not find it necessary to get rid of them.
Galatea, being the current number 3, obviously knew this. She knew to never enter the rooms in the back if she wanted to keep her life. But no matter how much of a youma-slaying machine she was now, she was human once, and humans can only hold their curiosity for so long before it controls their mind and their actions. Eventually, even she fell victim to the disease.
Thankfully, the Organization consisted of nothing but humans, so that meant they couldn't detect her youki, saving her from the possibility that this stupid endeavor went to hell immediately. However, that also meant that she wouldn't be able to detect any humans approaching her because she couldn't detect them either, so she had to be even more careful when sneaking around.
Sneaking around. If anyone had told her that she'd be sneaking around instead walking proud anywhere, she would've cut the person in half, even if it meant getting killed by her comrades later. Or she could just learn from Teresa and break out, but that meant fighting all the others in the top 5, which even she didn't have much odds of surviving.
What should she look at first? She knew that there were probably a lot of messed up stuff back here, but she didn't know where to start. She was sure number 6 Miria had been prowling around, but she couldn't exactly ask her since she was away.
However, that choice was made for her, as she had to duck into one of the rooms to avoid the patrol that just came around. The guards didn't notice her, and she knew that grunts like them weren't allowed to enter the "restricted" rooms when there was no emergency.
When Galatea entered the room, she expected some sort of monsterity that could be mistaken for an awakened being. Instead, she got something more … human.
Inside the room was a short girl?(she really couldn't tell) with short white hair, with chains on both arms and legs, pinning her to the wall. She could feel a faint youki coming from her. She looked like nothing but a normal girl that you would see in any village, aside from the hair. But Galatea was not stupid enough to let her guard down. After all, Riful was a thing, and a very scary one.
She slowly approached the girl, sword drawn. She was prepared for the off-chance that the girl in front of her was an awakened being and would go into her awakened form as soon as she got close enough. In fact, she should not be getting close at all, but curiosity was the driving force here.
She had prepared for a multitude of possible actions that the girl in front of her would take. All of them involved her gruesome death if she wasn't prepared for them. So, she was surprise when the girl opened her bright green eyes, shooting forward faster than any Claymore she's seen, and elbowing her in the face, grabbing her sword, and kicking her away.
The kick wasn't strong enough to knock her out, but it was strong enough to create a sound loud enough to attract attention. The number 3 knew she had to leave before anyone came, but since her sword was still here, it would be easy to track her down as the person who was here. She needed to get her sword back somehow.
She thought quickly as she watched the girl use her sword to cut through the chains with little effort. She liked her odds much better if she still had a sword. She wasn't the most experienced person when it came to fighting barehanded, but she had to try.
Expect she didn't have to, as the girl just handed the sword back to her. "Apologies about earlier. I'm not exactly feeling right in the head right now, so I attacked out of instinct. I hope I didn't hurt you too bad."
The last thing that Galatea was expecting was an apology, so much that was frozen stiff with shock as she tried to comprehend the concept of feeling sorry.
And in that time, the two guards on patrol earlier had made it to the room, bursting through the door. "What's going on-"
Before the man could even finish his sentence, the girl dived forth, putting her elbow right in the man's gut, causing him to topple over as the pain hit, in which the girl followed up with a chop to the spine, clearly breaking it if the loud *crack* was anything to go by. Before the other guard could react, she leaped faster than any human could react to, grabbing onto the neck and twisting it far further than a human neck should be able to twist.
Right after dispatching both of those pathetic humans(Galatea had so sympathy for them), the girl clutch her head in pain. It seemed she was probably suffer from the mental damage of whatever the Organization had done to her. For her, she could feel sympathy, because no Claymore hadn't suffered because of what those bastards had done to them.
"I'm afraid I must cut our meeting short. You should leave immediately. You may be suspected if you are seen around here." The girl said.
"I suppose I will do that. I don't plan on staying here any longer than I have to." Galatea replied. "Though what are you going to do? Surely you don't plan on taking on the entire Organization by yourself."
"Not in my current condition." The girl answered. She looked around with keen eyes. A floating ball of white best described as a whisp floated towards her, carrying two particularly thin swords. "I'll be back after a while. I hope that you won't be here then."
"Don't worry. I have my doubts that both of us could live that long." Galatea said knowing that even single digits didn't last much longer than a decade or two.
"I'll be taking my leave. I bid that you take care of yourself." The girl turned around, preparing to run off into the wilderness.
"By the way, do you have a name?"
"Yes, I do." The girl said. "Youmu. Youmu Konpaku." And she sped off, running at a speed far beyond what any human could achieve.
Galatea only had one thought. "Is is Youmu or Konpaku? When did people have two names?" Well, two actually. "She forgot to get some clothes."