Chapter 2: Two Figures
The elevator made a loud ding as the doors opened. Mimi walked quickly out of the elevator as fast as her feet could go. Unfortunately, despite being athletic, Taichi had some difficulty trying to catch up with her.
Taichi called her name a number of times. Judging by the speed she was going, he couldn't help but smile. She was just too cute when she's stressed. "Mimi! Mimi!" He kept calling her. Once she left the lobby and continued to race down the street corner, Taichi began to put his athletic skills to the test. He ran after her. Evidently he caught up to her and tagged her on the shoulder. Mimi turned sharply with her eyes fixated on the person pulling her body to a different angle.
"You've…gotten…faster." Taichi said in between puffs and huffs of air with a small chuckle.
Mimi looked apologetically at her friend and bowed slightly, "Gomen ne. I have a lot of things on my mind." She turned during the last part of her sentence to continue walking. Taichi sighed. She left him again.
"Stressed?" He called out running after her then matching his walking speed to hers.
"Un…a little bit." Mimi nodded silently keeping the two boys that invaded her apartment last night in the back of her mind.
"Is it about that boy, Ototou?" He asked trying to understand her situation.
"Ototou?" Mimi stopped looking at Taichi with a raised brow.
"Un. Ototou…?" He paused. After a brief moment in time, he gave her a confused look then crossed his arms, "the boy in your apartment. Your otouto?"
After a few blank moments, Mimi blinked her eyes after it registered in her brain what he was talking about. "Ha-hai. Kou…chan. My otouto…" her voice traveled away from the subject.
"You never told me that you had a brother." He smiled to signal her to continue to walk.
"That's because he's not." Taichi looked at her abruptly signaling Mimi to take it back. "Oh oh! I-I-I mean…he's not…really be-be-because…it was …an… ahh…affair…?" she nodded her head trying to make believe that words were true. "My father, he…umm… had an affair before he got married—to my mother." She paused again. Making up details in the top of her head seemed a lot harder than what she thought it was. "Kou-chan and his mother live…really far from here. My mom insisted on not letting him—them!—into our lives. Hahaha, although, my father doesn't have the…ummm… heart to tell Kou-chan that he's not my full brother. So I think its best not to talk about it in front of him." She mentally kicked herself for thinking up the bullshit.
Surprisingly enough, Taichi was buying it.
"Oh, that's nice of your dad." He grinned digging his hands into his pockets. "What was Kou-chan doing in your apartment then?"
"I wonder myself the same thing." Taichi lifted his brow. Mimi continued to make a nervous laugh. "I mean…yeah…he—um—wanted to visit me because…he's thinking of moving somewhere around here."
"Sound like fun."
"Loads of fun," Mimi said in more of a sarcastic tone through gritted teeth as the duo stepped into the university campus.
Taichi shifted his body to face Mimi while he walked backwards. Apparently, he was not done with his interrogation. "So, how old is he?"
"You're just nosey, Taichi." She laughed.
"Me? Nosey? It's called being a good neighbor." He placed a hand on top of his heart and pretended to be a kind gentleman (not that he isn't).
"Good neighbor my ass." Mimi made a playful hit on his upper bicep causing Taichi stop his tracks as Mimi skipped forward giggling.
"Itai itai (1)." He came to the aide of the small sting on his arm. He turned to the bully and smirked. "That's it. Next time your home is invaded by foreign aliens and they try to suck your brains or take you away, I'm not saving you."
Mimi's jaw dropped in a playful way and hit him again in a higher region than last time. "Oh please, you'd run away screaming before anything happens."
The two laughed while they continued their conversation. With Mimi's giggles and Taichi's loud laughs, the students couldn't help but take notice on the two. On Taichi's behalf, they always took notice on his athletic skills and his looks.
"There he is! That's Yagami-san! He is responsible for this year's soccer championship. I hear that he's so good that Japan is planning on recruiting him to play on our national team in the next World Cup. And he's really cute to begin with."
"I know! Who would not fall for his chocolate hair?"
On Mimi's behalf, they always note on her beauty and moral actions.
"It's Tachikawa-san! She really is the ideal woman. She's beautiful and a very good heart."
"I concur. Whenever there is an event or a function, she is always first to volunteer. I really admire that she always have time to help others. It's such a beautiful thing."
However, they mostly dote on the fact the two are always together.
"I'm really jealous that Yagami-san isn't my boyfriend. Yet, I'm not all too mad when I know he is with someone as nice as Tachikawa-san."
"Me too. But, they aren't dating each other."
"Hontouni (2)? But…they…?"
"From what I heard, Mimi used to have a crush on Yagami-san, but she was afraid to ask him out. But I, personally, think they want to hook up with each other."
Taichi waved to Mimi before parting ways with her. She gazed at his retreating figure for a few moments before calling him.
"Taichi!!" Mimi hollered with her hands cupped to amplify her voice. "Walk me home later, okay?!"
Taichi stopped in his tracks to hear Mimi's last phrase. He turned to look at her. She repeated her question with a louder voice. He smirked at her question and responded, "Only if you watch my practice."
Mimi nodded, "Un, wakateru (3)!"
Taichi smiled and nodded before tapping the duffle bag at his side and running into the soccer field. Mimi nodded again to assure herself with a warm smile on her face. She proceeded to walk into one of the buildings on campus with a skip in her steps.
"Well… whatever they decide to do," one said to the other, "no one can get in the way of their relationship now."
Koushiro continued to type ferociously on his laptop, researching this Loden Corporation. Much to his dismay, the only results he got were charity donations and good economic standings.
"Dammit," Koushiro cursed biting his bottom lip in frustration. "Why the hell would a good moral standing company want to have a killing robot in their hands?" He released his lip to reach for the tea. As the hot liquid slid down his throat, soft sock-covered feet made its way to the living room.
"Izumi-san," Yamato called.
Koushiro looked up to where the voice came from. Expecting to see Yamato, he was surprised that the cyborg was hiding in the hallway. "You're okay, Yamato?" Koushiro took another sip.
"The sweater you gave me feels very uncomfortable."
The man has a second chance to live his life and he's complaining that the clothes he has on are too small? Talk about ungrateful…
"I'm sure it's fine," Koushiro commented placing the cup back down onto the table before leaning on the couch he sat on. "Come out of the corridor."
Yamato's feet shuffled like a little kid ashamed. There he stood in front of Koushiro with arms hanging slightly off his sides. "I feel somewhat ridiculous," was his only comment.
Keisuke-sensei did say that Yamato's personally would eventually come back. Fortunately for Koushiro, Yamato's talk-back senses are back.
Koushiro sighed seeing Yamato's disappointed look. "Well…" he started taking a quick look at his friend, "it doesn't look that bad."
What was he saying? The shirt is almost three times smaller than Yamato's size. The overall scene reminded him of a twenty-year old man trying to put on the clothes he wore when he was ten (not that Koushiro had seen one). Thankfully enough, the baggiest cargo shorts Koushiro owned look fine on Yamato. Koushiro already knew about the male anatomy. He didn't really want to be reminded of what it looked like on someone else.
Koushiro took hold of a hoodie that he had taken from the car earlier that morning and tossed it over to Yamato. "Put this on," he said in more of a commanding tone, "we need to get you some clothes." He turned his laptop off before reaching for the spare house keys that Mimi had previously given him.
"I don't think you would be able to fit in anymore of my clothes." He sighed as he led Yamato out the apartment. "And I doubt you want to wear Tachikawa-san's."
Static. Crrriiissshhhhttt.
"What's the status of the cyborg and the scientist now?"
"Negative."
The man took a drag then exhaled the smoke that formed from his mouth and allowed the nicotine take part of his body. He moved the hand possessing the cigarette in between his index and middle out the window and gently flicked it with his thumb as the ash started to tumble down onto the concrete. Looking over to the left, the red head and the blonde came onto reflection to his sunglasses. The two were walking onto the streets of Odaiba, heading towards the opposite direction of the car.
"Correction: we have the target in sight." He commented with his raspy voice into the ear piece. "Our agent will be returning shortly." He moved the butt of the cigarette to his lips taking another drag.
"You better not screw up this time. I want my cyborg before any of its features are activated." Click.
He groaned to himself knowing what had happened the night before. Removing the cigarette with the pads of his thumb, index and middle finger, he pulled it out of his lips and threw it out of the window before setting his car into gear.
Leaving the parking space, he crushed the unfinished cigarette with the car's tire and drove to make a k-turn, following the two.
Some say that it was a waste of a cigarette. For him, he wouldn't give a shit. With the amount of money his boss was paying, not only would he be able to pay another pack in a heart beat, but he would be able to by the manufacturing company in cold cash.
Green grassy field, warm soon-to-be weekend afternoon, sweaty shirtless athletes, it was obvious Mimi was having a too good of an afternoon.
Watching the coach scream threats to the team was fun for some strange sadistic reason. Maybe it was because it was Taichi that kept tripping every time. She couldn't help but laugh when Taichi tripped on the "ladder" exercise (4). Every time he did, the rest of his teammates would scold at him. Apparently, if he had screwed up the system, they would all have to start over again.
Mimi's small bursts of giggles were interrupted by a young feminine voice that leaked a mature tone, "I admit, watching him screw up is probably the most amusing sight I've ever seen."
Mimi turned towards the brunette high school senior and flashed a bright smile. "Hey, Hikari-chan," Mimi greeted as she patted the area on steel bench next to her, indicating the invitation to sit. "How are you doing in school? Are you going to attend this university when the time comes?"
"Me? Here?" Hikari asked with her brow raised. "And have Nii-chan follow me everywhere and make death threats to every boy I talk to?"
"He means well…" Mimi shrugged.
"What the hell are you doing, Yagami?!"
The two female heads turned back towards the soccer field. The coach was ranting again and it was obvious. The old man raised his hands, releasing the clipboard and a set of loose papers. His hands started grasping his head as his voice gradually got louder and louder. Everyone knew who was going to take the punishment.
"Your brother's gonna get it," was all Mimi could say through her fit of giggles. "He's been getting into a lot of trouble lately."
Hikari eyed Mimi with that look that said she was insisted on something. "You've been really observant about Nii-chan lately."
Mimi turned to Hikari with a raised brow. "Please don't try this again, Hikari." She turned her gaze from her friend and tried to concentrate on the commotion the coach was making.
"Ahh, com'on!!" Hikari whined, purposely bumping her knees onto Mimi's. "What's wrong with dating my brother?"
"What's wrong?" Mimi asked in a chuckling tone forcing her to face the interrogator. "Is there a specific reason as to why you're trying to bring Taichi and me together in a romantic way?"
"Aww, com'on, Mi-chan," she whined once more. "You know as well as I do that he doesn't have a lot of female friends! He-he's still a dork despite his popularity."
"That still doesn't give me a good reason to hook up with your brother."
"—If Nii-chan was to have a girlfriend, I would prefer she'd be you." Hikari pouted, "I would be honored if you'd be my brother's girlfriend."
"Hikari-chan," Mimi sighed. "Dating him would probably change the whole chemistry we have together. I'm one of his best friends." She finished looking down on her feet.
"That doesn't mean you only have to be his best friend." Hikari nudged. "Besides, you don't have romantic feelings for someone else, do you?"
Mimi continued to stare at her feet without another word being said.
The sales woman placed the shopping bag on the ledge with her hands gently. Once they retreated to her sides, she bowed her head with respect and said, "Arigatou gozaimasu. Mata kita ne. (5)"
Koushiro received the bags with his hands. He bowed rather quickly to respond, "Un, arigatou." He turned quickly with Yamato, newly clothed, not too far behind.
Once the automatic doors slid closed, Yamato caught up to Koushiro and said without making any eye contact. "May I ask you a question, Izumi-san?"
Koushiro kept walking. He made a small nod, signaling approval to continue.
"Why is it I can remember only one event of my life?"
Koushiro shrugged slightly. "Maybe it's something very important to you," he said in a tone that said I-hope-that-answered-your-question.
"Dakedo (6)…" Yamato started but trailed off, almost like he was trying to find the right words to say. "It seems …" pause, "like a memory that someone would rather suppress…than relive. It's just...unpleasant."
Koushiro had wanted to ask what it was. But in cases like this, it would be better if he didn't.
There were a lot of them—dark clothed men. They were padding and helmets, guns and inferred goggles. Almost like experienced military men, they surrounded the enclosed area without a word. Simple hand gestures were surprisingly enough to communicate with these men. Yamato would raise his right hand, leaving only his left with the gun. The fingers were curled in such a way that he made a V-sign but with his index and middle finger together.
He motioned the fingers like a pointer, telling where the cadets to move.
As the cadets moved, one in particular was beside him. He was young with a fresh face. This kid was obviously new. His body was clearly ready for this type of work, but his innocent face said otherwise.
Yamato looked at the kid. When Yamato's and the kid's eyes met, Yamato couldn't help but smirk. He said through his head piece with that smirk, "You're not going to be any different than any other person here, got that? I don't want to give you any special attention, otouto. I need you alive, so that the old man and okaa-san won't hunt me down."
The kid glared. "First of all, I can take care of myself," he replied through his ear piece.
Yamato signaled. The kid moved.
"Second, don't call me 'otouto'. We're on a mission now, taichou (7). Call me Takaishi."
Yamato shook his head. Damn he's still a kid. "Osu(8)!" They continued to encircle the building.
Five cadets, including himself, are in front of the building's door. They look at one of the comrades, waiting for the signal.
"Clear!" he exclaims as he receives word from other officers through his ear piece.
Yamato nods. He clicks his gun before turning towards the door. "Cover me." With that said, he lifts his leg, comprised with a heavy boot, and a strapped-on back-up knife, he kicks the door implying on breaking into the building.
"Yamato?" Koushiro accidentally interrupted Yamato's flashback. Yamato blinked several times before widening his eyes to Koushiro. As a good friend, Koushiro had to wonder, "Daijoubu?"
"Izumi-san!!" Yamato exclaimed, almost shocking Koushiro, but paused again. "I want to learn about Yamato—I mean—my past. I want to remember…" He trails off, almost like he wanted a dramatic finish, "I-I want to remember it all…!"
Koushiro stared at his friend. "I've only met you in my first year in college." He nodded. "But I'll try to help you as much as I can."
The whistle blew. The sun emitted a glow, a warm orange glow. Practice was over…and Taichi wanted everyone to know it.
He jumped and hollered. It was a mystery as to why a man, dead-like during soccer practice, could be so hyped about practice being over.
In general, Yagami Taichi was a mystery.
"Hey, Mimi, imotou." When he had said imotou, he decided to place his hand on Hikari's scalp and riffle up her hair.
Hikari groaned in annoyance. "Yamete, Nii-chan! (9)" Once Taichi removed his hand. Hikari fixed her hair and arranged it in it's original position. "You just finished your soccer practice. You're practically dirty. And you stink, literally." Naturally , she meant by her brother's athletic performance during practice. Yet, leave it to Taichi to take it towards another direction.
He raised his arm and took a small whiff of the area under his arm. He shrugged slightly. "I don't smell anything. Deodorant is working fine to me."
Hikari and Mimi couldn't help but laugh at Taichi's absentmindedness. Taichi lifted his duffle bag and accompanied the girls towards the gate of the university.
"Oh, Nii-chan!" Hikari exclaimed while making a small hand-clapping gesture to her big brother. "My bunkasai (11) is coming up. You have to stop by and see what my homeroom class is doing! It's really cool—!"
"Nah-ah! No way!" Taichi shook his head violently as his hands dug deeper into his pocket. "I ain't gonna go!"
"But why?" Hikari whined. "You're gonna have fun. I promise!"
"No, I know I'm going to be your class's main attraction. I fell for it last time, and I'm not going to fall for it again!"
"It-It was…all…mmm…." Hikari tried to think of something, "by chance! I swear! We're not going to use you…much." Hikari added the last word in a quiet voice.
"Ah-ha!" Taichi exclaimed removing one hand from his pocket and pointing his index finger directly onto Hikari's face. "Aaaaaddmit it! You were going to use someone—namely me—to help your class gain popularity!"
"But you're my brother, right?!" Hikari shouted back. "This is the sibling bond we share! It's your obligation to help your imotou! I-MO-TOU!!" She emphasized by saying each syllable with a hefty tap on the heart.
"Well I don't go around abusing that bond—!"
"Hold it!" Mimi exclaimed putting a palm in front of each Yagami's face. "You might have forgotten that I am still present." She paused in order to let them catch a breath. "Alright, Hikari-chan, if you like I'll help you this way Taichi wouldn't need to help you out."
Hikari felt teary eyed. "Arigatou, Mi-chan!! I wish I had you as an older sister than my sissy brother. If he was a gentleman, he would have volunteered to help."
"Oh please…" Taichi scoffed.
"You'll make our class more popular because we would have such a pretty girl with us!"
"With the attention focus on Mimi, people won't see your hideous face." Taichi said in a low voice.
"I heard that, jackass."
Mimi chuckled. Never in her life had she focused on the sibling's natural speech. Surprisingly enough, this was considered normal. With her good friends walking home together, conversations naturally flowing, it was almost priceless. Her chuckles faded to a stop when she realized something in her life that scared her.
The sudden entrance of Yamato and Koushiro was going to take a dramatic change for her. The life she is enjoying now was going to change.
'Now that I think about it,' Mimi thought to herself, 'I wonder what those two are up to.'
Koushiro walked along side Yamato on their way home. Yamato became distracted at the lovely view before him. He was walking down a street next to a park. He admired the simple city creatures flying or scarring around. He eyed everything. Every rock, every bird, and every car they had passed; Yamato took note of it all. He did not notice though how close Koushiro as observing him.
"Yamato," Koushiro called earning the cyborg's attention. "are you using your learning feature?"
Yamato nodded, "It's strange. The things I don't know or understand, I am able to find information on it on the wireless internet I can pick up."
Koushiro nodded also, showing the unit he comprehended. He looked offside, trying to think of another way to strike up a conversation. "Yamato, I've been meaning to ask you. What do you feel towards Tachikawa-san? Your master, I mean."
Yamato looked at Koushiro then moved his eyes towards the cement on the ground. "I'm not sure. Once in a while, I feel a small whirling sensation in the pit of my stomach. It almost feels like I must do anything for her."
Koushiro stared at Yamato. "Is it because you are the cyborg that is now programmed to protect her?"
"I do not know to be honest." He looked up. "I've searched for such information on the internet. There were some results, but none of them seemed reliable or sure."
Koushiro thought for a minute. Being thee genius that he is, Koushiro had an idea what was going on. Yet, the behavior Yamato has emitted towards Mimi could be said as somewhat normal. Koushiro did not know whether the feeling was because he was actually falling for her or was it because he had to be with her. Either way, Koushiro needed to find out. "Yamato—"
A black car rolled by. Koushiro stopped abruptly when the car suddenly swerved and drifted to block their way. Dust cleared. Koushiro tried to eye the driver, but couldn't. The tinted windows give Koushiro an idea as to who it was.
Both the driver and passenger doors opened. Two black suited men came out of the vehicle. One fixed his black tie while the other allowed his tie to hang loosely around his neck.
Koushiro stepped back slightly when he realized who these men were from. "Shit."
"Izumi-san," Yamato asked not taking the time to look at his companion, "who—"
"They are the ones that want you, Yamato." Koushiro quickly responded, knowing what the cyborg was going to ask. "And it looks like they are not taking 'no' as an answer."
"This is the cyborg the boss wants, ne, Sho-san?" One of the suited men asked.
"I guess, Hiro-san," The one named Sho responded, massaging his neck. "Com'on, cyborg. We haven't got all day."
Yamato felt something in him boil. His fingers coiled together to make a fist which made his knuckles turn white.
Sho laughed seeing the blonde taking silent action. "You're not gonna come with us, ne, cyborg-san?" Sho flick his jacket to the side to quickly take out a gun. With one smooth flick the gun was already to fire.
Yamato narrowed his eyes and shortened his breath. He knew inside that protecting Mimi was his top priority. But at the moment, Mimi was not there. Koushiro was. Yamato reasoned, 'If anything were to happen to Izumi-san, Mimi-sama would not be happy.'
Yamato felt something tick in his nerves in the brain area. He followed his body into channeling to one thought.
"Izumi-san, if can hear tighten your grip."
Koushiro's eyes moved slightly. How could…? Koushiro thought she was hearing things. He glanced at the suited men then to Yamato. Either of them seemed to move.
"Izumi-san, please hear me!"
Koushiro looked at Yamato and saw him with tightened hands. Koushiro understood what was going on. He tightened his grip, signaling Yamato.
"When you see my hand raised, duck."
Koushiro unknowingly nodded in response.
"What are you two doing?!" Hiro cried as Sho automatically cocked his gun to Koushiro. Yamato knew what to do before anything got out of hand. He immediately raised his right arm, which Koushiro took note of.
"What are you doing, cyborg?" Sho cried getting nervous.
Yamato kept his arm perfectly perpendicular to his body. He made one step forward causing his elevated arm a small extension from his body. His fingertips created small orbs of a glowing yellow light. The light projected to one single point where it emitting a larger orb. Yamato released a grunt which also released the beam.
Mimi turned to her friends and smiled with her hands intertwined behind her back. "Now it's the time of the day I must part from you two. Mata ne!" Mimi waved as she made her way down a street.
Hikari looked at her brother as he looked back at her.
"What?" Taichi asked seeing Hikari's furrowed brows.
"This is how you'll end up lonely." Hikari grunted through clenched teeth.
"What are you talking abou—ah!!" Taichi stopped when Hikari jabbed him in the ribs. "Geez, what was that for?" He asked rubbing his ribs hoping to soothe the aching pain.
"Go…" Hikari whispered as she motioned her brother to move. Taichi, in response, looked at his sister with a raised brow giving that what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about face. "Go with Mimi." She said a little louder through clenched teeth.
Taichi forced a cough out of his lungs to bring his body up. He swallowed slowly as he walked caught up with Mimi. Hikari, curious as she is, decided to follow them.
"Mimi!" Taichi called as Mimi turned around. "Ho-how about I walk you home?"
Mimi was about to accept till two boys occupied her mind. "You don't have to. My…my otouto needs… me to get something…from the groceries. Yeah, from the groceries…"
"Groceries?" Taichi asked with his hands on his sides. He looked away from Mimi slightly to catch a glance at the spying Hikari.
She made faces at him, death threats really. From what he could tell, Hikari was mad, very mad. She seemed to say something along the lines of "you'll die without a girlfriend." It was that or "you'll die, period." Either way, it wasn't good news for Taichi.
"Taichi?" Mimi spoke bring the attention back to her.
Before Taichi could respond, there was a large thundering noise. Mimi turned around and eyed the sudden explosion of light and debris. Her pupils shrunk slightly, noting the untold disaster might come.
"Yamato…" Mimi unknowingly whispered.
"Eh?" Taichi asked hearing something muttered from Mimi's lips.
"No-nothing!" Mimi exclaimed turning back to Taichi, "I-I have to go before anything happens. Matta ne!" Mimi exclaimed then ran in the direction towards the explosion. 'Izumi-san, Yamato, please be alright.'
Once the debris cleared, the suited men lowered the guard. With arms down to his side, Hiro looked at the cyborg walking towards him. "How could he tap into such power so quickly? He must have been active for about a day!"
Sho fixed his tie, "There's only one way to find out."
With one quick lash, the suited men began to have a heated hand to hand combat. Koushiro was unsure as to who was winning. One minute, Yamato has one of them by the head lock and the other kicked to the side. The next, both suited min had the advantage of simultaneously attacking him, hoping that Yamato's defense would go down. Either way, the fight was a close draw.
One move almost secured Yamato's victory. Yamato made a round house kick to Sho and sent him flying across the scene. At the same time, Hiro advanced towards Yamato with a stick as his weapon from behind. Yamato, thankfully, knew of this and sent his elbow to Hiro's gut. Hiro coughed out blood as he felt the pressure of Yamato's jab. With a swift move, Yamato used the hand of the opposite arm to tightly clench upwards on Hiro's neck connecting to his jaw and raised it up. Hiro held tight to Yamato's arm as he felt his throat closing. Hiro's grunting sounds got louder and louder as Yamato's grip became tighter and tighter.
"It's no use, boy." Yamato heard Sho say, "Let my partner go!"
Yamato's eyes narrowed as his grip became tighter. "Iie," escaped from Yamato's lips.
"Yamato!" Koushiro called, "just do what he says!"
Yamato was about to question his companion when a familiar voice rang. "Hanashite yo(11)!" Yamato felt his senses soften and his breath become short. There was no way…
"Don't touch me!"
Yamato dared to look towards Sho's direction. With a smirk across his face and a playful glint in his eye, Yamato knew that Sho had just found the cyborg's weakness: his master.
Mimi twisted and turned trying to somehow spring loose. Sho struggled to keep her still.
Yamato tried to devise a plan as to how to set his master free. Before he could process anything, Koushiro dared to take the plunge. He head butted Sho with all his might, hoping to at least his former colleague's daughter free. As a result, Sho was able to maneuver his legs so that his heel forcefully made contact with the young genius. Koushiro flown backwards, skidding his body against the pavement as friction.
"Izumi-san!"
Koushiro placed on palm down and the other arm to push his body up. Yet due to the force of the impact and result, Koushiro was only able to open one eye and release grunts to emphasize the sudden pain that traveled throughout his body.
Sho swung Mimi around so that her right arm was bent behind her back. With her dominant arm behind her back, there was no way for her to definitely break free. "Rescue her, cyborg." Sho taunted Yamato, taking a whiff of Mimi's hair, "She smells good." He smirked. Sho rolled his nose down to Mimi's neckline. "I wonder how she tastes."
Yamato's eyes flared seeing Mimi's discomfort and tears. Once again, something twitched or tick within his body. It was like the inexpressible feeling that occurred not too long ago but greater, more powerful. It was all that Yamato needed and more.
Yamato tossed Hiro to the side. He felt his skin peel and illuminate as the feeling to protect his master became stronger and stronger. Yamato's slowly became louder and louder as he grunted and shouted as the pressure became stronger and harder to resist.
Mimi and Koushiro noted how the curious and soft eyes that Yamato once had were now processed and dark. They felt the sudden change in pressure that emitted from Yamato's body as parts of the ground began to crack and gravitate upwards. Piece by piece, the gravity-defying bits of ground began to break apart and disintegrate.
"Wha-what's goin-going on?!" Mimi heard Sho grunt as the pressure became too strong to ignore. His body began to feel weak as his hold on Mimi loosened.
Mimi tried to be strong, but it seemed Yamato was the stronger force. Like the others, Mimi couldn't help but fall to the ground.
Mimi felt her head becoming heavier as the once soft spoken cyborg became to a dark killing machine. "Yamato…" She whispered as her eyelids became heavy, "What is happening…to…"
The pressure was too strong. A strong light emitted from Yamato blinding everything in sight.
As the light cleared and the pressure softened, Koushiro released a moan as he forced himself to sit back up. He rubbed his head to question as to what was exactly going on. Then he suddenly remembered, "Tachikawa-san, Yamato!" He looked around and noted before him, the same place where Mimi, Yamato and the two suited men were, a fire erupted. It burned bright and it burned tall.
'There's no way anyone could survive that!' Koushiro observed looking at the fire. By the way it was burning and the color of the flame; no one could have survived that without being scratched.
Before Koushiro could test out his hypothesis, two figures came out of the flame. His eyes widened as he saw them walking as if nothing had just touched them.
(1) An expression for hurt, like ouch.
(2) Really?
(3) I understand/know.
(4) Agility ladder exercise
(5) Thank you. Come again.
(6) However
(7) Commanding Officer
(8) Yes in masculine way
(9) Stop it, nii-san!
(10) School festival, at least I think it is.
(11) Let me go!/ Release your hold on me!
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