Chapter 25: Precision
A/N: Just one intense scene. Besides that, nothing too gory.
Midori opened the door to Kazuto's room, sighing seeing it was still empty as usual.
She walked across the hallway to her bathroom, passing the cold water over her tired eyes.
The black haired woman shook her head, wondering the last time she slept properly.
Seeing your children run off suddenly would hurt.
The woman wondered what she'd do if she found Sugu and Kazuto again.
She'd be...
Furious!
They left her home without even so much as a note! Its like they forgot she existed!
She sighed.
Midori still loved them, most likely to show relief when they arrived.
There was a knock at the door, and she walked to it.
The woman gasped, seeing the Colonel and his two Sentinels stand beside him.
"Good to see you again Kirigaya-sama..." Teizen said smirking.
The woman crossed her arms, before the boy let himself in, "Can I help you?"
"Why of course, why don't you get my men and I something to drink?" He said, his smug face still beaming.
They sat at the table, and Midori snapped, "Where are my babies?"
Teizen nodded, "I don't know where Kazuto is, but I have a good idea where Sugu is..."
His bodyguards chuckled and the black haired woman looked at him, "Why do you even have Guards with you? You seem like a strong enough boy."
The Colonel shrugged, "Damn Military Commission insisted, I tried to tell them I could handle myself but they didn't care. They already flipped their shit when I told them I wanted to lead an attack myself."
The soldiers sipped the soup Midori passed them, but Teizen was a more crafty fellow, offering the woman the drink, "You first."
The woman shook her head, "If I was to kill you, I wouldn't use a cowards weapon like poison."
Threatening Teizen while his bodyguards stood next to him, and the Colonel's considerable strength was against her wasn't smart, but Midori seriously loathed this boy.
Teizen looked back at Midori's blackish brown eyes, "I believe you."
He finished the soup in one slurp before tossing his bowl on the table, "You're an incredible cook as always Midori."
The Colonel stood up from the chair and smiled, "Well. Not that your cooking is to kill for, but I have another reason for coming over here."
"Now that I still have my Military Police badge, I can legally confiscate something I've been wanting to find for a while."
He walked over to Kazuto's room, before opening the door.
"That's my son's room!" Midori shrieked.
"Ah-Ah-ah." Teizen said pulling his MP badge, "Sit back down. Military Police Authority remember?"
He went inside his room and raised an eyebrow.
Who the hell needs three computer monitors?
His boots passed over the carpet of his floor, and his black gloved fingers rolled aside the closet door.
"N-Nani?" He growled, "Where is it?"
Teizen shut the closet door aside, before marching over to Midori.
"Tell me where it is!"
"Wh-where what is?" The woman asked shocked at the boy's barking.
"The Nerve Gear helmet! Black, small! And completely illegal!"
The woman looked aside, "I-I don't know."
Teizen picked up Midori by the scruff of her collar and tossed her into the kitchen, before bringing down his foot onto her table.
The hammer to anvil like kick was so strong the table snapped in half under the Colonel's strength, plates and bowls flying into the air.
He looked at her, his dark brown hair whipping, his wolf like hazel eyes staring at her, "Want to know what that will do to your skull? Tell me now!"
Midori stood up slowly, "I saw him run out one night, he was carrying his helmet with him."
Teizen raised his nose above the shattered table, "Thank you. I'll keep a close eye on it."
Before he walked out, Midori repeated, "You said you knew where Sugu is right? Where is she?"
The soldier spoke to her with his back turned, "She's currently occupying a space mixed with loads of other corpses. Or should I say...ashes..."
Midori gasped, leaning against the wall and crying.
"I-I thought you could save yourself Teizen."
The boy used his classic robotic posture and voice, "Well then I guess you really are as dumb as your daughter."
They left the woman crying on her floor after sliding down to it in her own house.
She remembered the words he spoke to her right before leaving.
"Find yourself a good husband. Maybe raise another family from the ground up. And forget about your children..."
"Because you'll never see them again..."
...
In Teizen's tent, on his desk with a computer, the middle aged tech specialist was showing his commander something.
Daisuke clicked on the clip, "So I found those clips you wanted of Kirigaya running sir."
"And?" The Colonel asked, leaning over his tech officer's shoulder and watching him play a recording.
"Our CCTV in the area found him running about with a backpack one night and we assumed he was going to plant a bomb."
"But then..." Daisuke said zooming in on the feed.
"Enhance." Teizen said clearly and unemotional as always.
The recording was paused, and Kazuto was holding a spade over his shoulder, holding the helmet.
Teizen smiled, "Got it. Where was he?"
"One second sir..." The graying man said typing a little bit, "Er...Jaiyoko Sewer Opening, where that helmet I took to the Imperial Palace came from."
"Imperial Palace huh?" The boy asked, his gears beginning to turn in his head, "Where did you say you found in it?"
"The AI program. Yui sir."
"Hm..."
Teizen's fingers raised and he snapped, and the two Sentinels outside walked in, and the boy spoke, "I get it now. Kirigaya was hiding something dear to him in that helmet, you hid that from me didn't you?"
"Wh-What do you mean sir?" Daisuke asked sweating.
"You held crucial information from me when you knew I needed it." The boy said, continuing to stare blankly with his deep and rumbling voice, "You betrayed me Daisuke. How could you have done an in depth analysis of the helmet but not found out who owned it?"
"I-I-I sir! I only meant to protect her!" The man said as the Sentinels grabbed his arms.
Teizen pinched the edge of his nose under his eyebrows, "How could you have been such an idiot Daisuke? You risked your life for a damned computer program?"
"She's sweet!" Daisuke said, kicking as he was dragged out of the tent, "She is pure and perfect and precious and if you lay a finger on her you'll go to hell Teizen!"
The boy sighed as another one of his staff members, his good friend Sergeant Taisuke who now commanded the Wolf Brigade directly, walked into the tent, "Colonel?"
"Get me another communications director, stat please."
"Right away sir." The young dark haired officer said before walking off.
The Colonel stood up before walking outside to his motorcycle next to the roadblock exit.
He gunned it away, the soldiers looking out as their commander rumbled off towards the Imperial Palace, his two guards on motorcycles flanking him as usual.
...
Kyoichi kept playing away on his piano, the tune was slow and sophisticated, and far too advanced for any ten year old, but the boy was indeed trained in it for years.
"That's enough for today my Prince." His grizzled tutor said, nodding respectfully.
The little boy jumped up from his piano before the tutor left, and ran to his favorite toy in the whole world.
His little Helmet...
The door to his room opened, and three dark figures stood in the doorway.
Teizen emerged into the light, before bowing with his Sentinels, "My Prince."
"The soldier from my dinner!" The little boy squeaked holding his helmet.
The Colonel looked at him, "Hello Kyoichi. I was wondering, how are you enjoying your time with your little Yui friend?"
Kazuto's mouth dropped seeing the house, walking inside it with the rest of the assault team.
Nomi smiled, "Welcome to my parents home!"
It was a modern and large house overlooking Bunkyo, it lay on a hill with loads of other rather wealthy looking homes. It was wooden and had large windows the size of walls.
"Damn Nomi, I didn't know your parents were rich!" Tsuboi admitted dropping his rifle next to a couch and collapsing on it.
"Yeah. They're back home in Kolkata, but they were originally there on a business trip before all this Dictatorship business broke out."
"And they didn't try to buy you passage home?" Andrew asked taking off his boots and laying the strap of his rifle around a chair.
"I have an older brother, Darsh. They were going to come back and get me but..." Nomi trailed.
Kazuto claimed a couch cushion for himself but the kind young Indian man looked at him, "Commander...you can have my parent's room."
"Thank you, I'd like to sleep at the same level as my men." He responded, "We're all equals right?"
"Right." Tsuboi said sitting at the mini kitchen island with the porcelain top, as Nomi poured drinks for a few of the forty or so men who now resided in their home.
Two men took guard by the entrance to his home, by the front door.
Kazuto sighed, remembering how Kai would always be the one to do that.
He shook his head before burying his face into his pillow.
...
A large amount of yelling woke him up.
The black haired rebel leader reached for his rifle instantly, loading it and running to the large circle of men aiming their rifles at the door.
The two stools by the door where the two young men were sitting were cleared and they were arguing with someone.
"I'm sorry! We just don't know you!" Andrew implored looking through the eyehole.
"Let him in!" Tsuboi argued.
"Wuss going on?" Kazuto asked tiredly, yawning and raising his M16 and keeping it aimed at the door along with about thirty men.
"Please...I'm bleeding..." The voice on the other side of the door pleaded.
"Don't let him in Kazuto!"
"Shut up Klein!" Andrew said pointing a finger in his face, "Don't listen to him!"
"Man screw you Agil!" Tsuboi said pushing him.
Kazuto brushed past them, "Stop fighting and let me handle this."
He looked at the dark figure outside the door, he couldn't really tell if he was bleeding or not.
"Kirito..." Andrew started, "This is obviously a trap, we don't know this guy."
"He said he was wounded!" Tsu said.
"Could be lying." A rebel said keeping his rifle aimed at the door.
Kazuto turned around to look at the Indian man, "Nomi. Its your house, your choice."
He kindly shook his head, "No. You're the commander. Its your call man."
The rebels nodded in agreement.
Kazuto cursed, drawing his pistol out of his pocket, "Dammit. Fine."
He put his hand on the door knob to the displeasure of Andrew, who grunted in shock.
"I'm going to let you in okay? You turn shady and we'll blast you to pieces okay?"
"Just open the door please..." The voice said weakly.
Kazuto opened the door and the man collapsed onto the door.
"Help him up!" A rebel said, dropping his rifle and picking him up by his shoulders with another man.
"He was wounded!" Tsuboi said looking crossly at Andrew.
"I..I..er..."
"Doesn't matter now." Kazuto said, taking off his white sweatshirt, "We have to help him."
They cleared the square wooden table of various items and plopped him down on it.
"Shit! He's bleeding all over my table!" Nomi complained.
"Are those bullet wounds?"
The rebels began to panic, they were fighters, but not doctors.
Kazuto shook his head, sighing before the man spoke to him.
If only Nishida was here...
The man looked young, perhaps early twenties, with light blue hair and a yellow lab coat.
"All right assholes listen up." The man said groaning and belching in pain, "Here's how you're gonna fix me. You see that dish detergent over there? Mix it with some salt water and soda which should make a cleaning agent strong enough to clean my bullet wounds."
He was speaking rather quickly and eloquently, aside from the occasional belching, "I need some serious liquor for many reasons, but mostly because its going to help me get through my next step easily."
The man removed his blood covered yellow lab coat, standing up slightly, "After I've had my alcohol, you'll remove all these bullets from me. Which is going to be painful and hard by the way, and-"
Andrew had enough and dug his finger into the man's pale white thigh directly into a bullet wound, "All right you asshole, tell us right now! Who are you and how'd you find us?! And who are you working with?! The Sectional Police?! The army?!"
"Andrew!" Kazuto shouted in protest.
The man yelped in pain, his hands curling into fists in agony, "I-I'll explain later. Just fix me first and I'll spill everything."
"And why should we?"
"That's enough Andrew!" The young commander shouted, making the man back off, "Do as he says."
The rebels dispersed to find various medical supplies and to get the alcohol the man asked for.
It was malt scotch whiskey, and the man drank it directly from the bottle.
"Thanks." He said, wiping the golden liquid from his face, "Now you're going to have to go deep into my skin to dig the shots out. You're going to need tweezers and clamps, and a needle and thread."
"Needle and thread?" Nomi asked.
"For the stitches." Kazuto said quickly, taking the tweezers Tsuboi passed to him, "How do you know all this?"
"Again, I'll explain later, just work, I can pass out any second you know." He said, almost nodding off from the blood loss.
Kazuto prepared the tweezers, and the man spoke out, "One last thing, get me a cork. A nice spongy wooden one."
Nomi popped open a wine bottle quickly and passed him one, before the man placed it in his mouth.
"Go ahead." He mumbled against the cork in his mouth.
Kazuto dug the tweezers deeply into a hole in his chest, the blood and flesh squelching as he pulled out the first slug.
The man screamed in pain, rebels kindly holding his hands to comfort him, but his bite on the cork almost crushed it, and his fists curled in pain.
Kazuto stayed calm, remembering Nishida's collectiveness while he cleaned his wounds.
He tossed the bullet aside before grabbing the cleaning rag and pressing the cleaning agent the man had come up with to his open wound.
This made him shriek louder in pain, salt and lemony chemicals were not meant to feel smooth.
After this cleaned the wound, Kazuto placed the clamps on the ruined and opened hole in his pale white chest.
The clamps raised and isolate the skin on his chest, before he drew the needle and thread and passed it quickly through to close it.
The man shrieked even louder in pain, his eyes shimmering with tears of discomfort.
Kazuto drew breath in quickly, and let it draw out of his lips exhausted.
He sighed in disbelief looking over the mans body, seeing it dotted with bullet holes from his thigh all the way to his shoulders.
Kazuto wiped sweat from his brow grabbing the blue gloves Tsuboi passed him. The older man smiled warmly and said, "Look bro, anytime you wanna swap out with me. Just ask."
"Thanks Tsuboi." The boy said seeing how much work was left to be done.
This was going to be a long night...
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After almost an hour of bloody and precise surgery, Kazuto and Tsuboi collapsed into their chairs, after the man had already passed out from a combination of shock, blood loss, and booze.
Nomi rose from his chair and pressed his finger to the man wrist.
Everyone looked at him.
The Indian man nodded, earning an enormous sigh of relief from the entire room.
"Whooof..." Tsuboi said wiping the enormous pool of sweat that collected on his forehead.
The man began to cough, and Kazuto sprinted up to him with the whole of what remained of the Bunkyo rebellion.
He rose from the table and checked his body, smiling, "Nice job kid." He said to Kazuto, "I owe you both my life."
They nodded, "You're welcome."
"You gonna tell us your name now?" Andrew asked, impatient.
"Yup." He said rising from the table further, like a zombie.
"My name is Yoshida 3."
"3?" Nomi and Andrew asked in unison.
The man smirked at the group of about forty armed men listening, "Boy, have I got the story for you."
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