Chapter 29: Forte's strike

11:08 AM (Japan Time), Saturday June the 18th…

"… Grah… Guh… Agh!"

"DS Blues…! What in the world happened?"

"Forte, sir…!"

"What!"

DS Blues somehow made it back to the base and his right shoulder had a horrible bite mark on it: he was hissing and barely managing to keep his balance using the left arm: Delta hurried to catch him when he collapsed and he groaned in agony.

"You need immediate repairs… Come: I'll bring you to the lab."

"That repulsive Forte…! I can feel my hate for that guy pulsing through me…! I'll go and slowly and painfully dismember the guy…!" DS Blues hissed.

Delta gasped and looked afraid: he quickly looked elsewhere and closed his eyes before sighing.

"DS Blues. This is an order. I forbid you from carrying "hate" and "grudge" because they will cloud your mind and make you recklessly charge in only to get deleted. Do you understand me?" Delta commanded.

"… Roger, sir."

"Remember: no "hate" and no "grudge" are allowed. Am I clear enough, DS Blues?" Delta asked him.

"Yes, sir…! I understand, sir… By your orders, sir…"

"Good. Here: the repairs capsule. Take a rest."

"Roger, sir…"

Delta placed DS Blues inside of the capsule and began to boot up the repairs program while he sighed.

"Confirmed, huh? Grey does try to stir up the "Dark Side" in the Darkloids for its own benefit: the more intense "hate" and "grudge", the more it grows in power. And something tells me there's a tracer bug amongst whatever DS Blues is infected with. Forte will be dropping by here sooner or later, you can be sure of it." Yami whispered to him.

"Yeah… Have you made any progress on our "strategy", Yami – kun? I'm afraid we'll need it sooner than we thought even if Forte is coming to blow that thing into bits and bytes…" Delta whispered back.

"I can understand most of the data and I see how the antibodies work: I'm trying to turn it into a self-compressed program with an extractor for easier storage and execution. But I doubt being done before tomorrow at this rate…" Yami reported.

"Tomorrow is better than never." Delta nodded in agreement.

"Are you sure Laser Man can't hear you?"

"Please… He's standing in front of that monster about 600 meters from here… With its loud voice and being focused on the "Dark Chip" quality check… It's impossible for him to hear us… And the laptop screen only displays the Evil Server 4. I'm in Evil Server 2."

"Good. I just wanted to make sure. I don't want the Doc to find out about this because I fear he may get one of those angered moods and try to sabotage our work… But since the Darkloids always will obey you, then they won't question if you give them the program with some excuse or another…"

"Roger. I better make it look like I'm busy with the repairs. Try to pick up a video or something to make it seem you're having a thrill." Delta suggested to him.

"Deal… I'm gonna start watching Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty… This one promises." Yami grinned.

"Good! Remember: encrypt the data and hide it on the PET's root directory… And make sure to act like you haven't been doing anything suspicious…"

"… Too bad. I heard everything."

Both gasped and Delta looked behind him to see Forte standing there with a broad smile.

"So you wanna me to make you tow a favor by blowing up that alien wannabe, then… Delighted. I don't like competency." He announced with a broad grin.

"Y-yeah…? Uh… T-then… Go ahead." Delta whispered.

"Oh. Expect a visit from the Net Police and the C.S.I. Las Vegas team soon enough, fellows. Beware of the flu."

"The flu…?"

"The flu…? In the summer…?" Yami sounded surprised.

"They say too much AC is bad for the skin."

"Guess so…"

"Guess you wanna play "suspicious guy"… Where's our alien wannabe buddy at?"

"Evil Server 4: 600 meters north of here… There's only one road so there's no way to get lost." Delta whispered.

"Good. Try to hide your "Raise Dead" Magic Card 'cause you'll have to stop Dr. House from using it… And even if he did use it, given Grey's status, it'd only last 1 Turn, so… Heh, heh, heh…"

"Uh… Sure…"

"By the way… Beware of Ocelot's #1 Fan roaming out there… He might surprise you with his perfect imitation…"

"Huh… And here I thought I was Liquid Snake's #1 Fan…" Yami muttered with obvious surprise.

"Heh heh, heh. You never know. See ya!"

"Chance, Yami – kun!"

Yami got the message and ran out of the bedroom and into the main room where Dr. Regal was working with the laptop.

"Doc! Trouble!"

"What now?" Dr. Regal didn't bother to turn.

"Dr. Regal – sama! I can detect a powerful presence heading over here… It's getting close, sir!" Laser Man reported.

"What? Who is it?" He demanded.

"That'd be me…" An amused voice replied.

"Forte!"

Forte calmly stepped into the area while looking amused: Laser Man assumed a combat pose.

"Please… How many times do I have to say? That's outdated. And pointless, too. Step aside and save yourself the trouble of being beaten in less than a minute's time. The same happened to Delta, ya see. He tried to resist, so I delivered a good kick to his helmet… He must be counting the bells by now." Forte amusedly announced.

"Damn you!" Dr. Regal cursed.

"Cross Laser!"

"Cheap."

The Cross Laser bounced off the "Dark Aura" and hit Laser Man instead, making him fall from the observation platform into the ground: Nebula Grey then looked at Forte: a purple "silhouette" of another Nebula Grey formed from behind Forte: he giggled and Nebula Grey roared as it began to bombard Forte with bluish flames: Forte was already two steps ahead and walking in a square pattern around the K. O. Laser Man who was trying to stand up.

"So? How many bells did ya count? The twelve bells of Mitternacht, maybe? Or, rather… The twelve bells of the Time Carnival signaling the end of Termina?" Forte taunted.

"Damn you…!" Laser Man growled.

"Yo! Alien wannabe! Bite my cloak!" Forte taunted.

Nebula Grey roared and shot a rain of blue needles towards Forte: they all dissolved upon contact with his "Dark Aura" and he whistled the Legend of Zelda main theme.

"Time's up! Ms. Moon tells ya that you're fired! Hell's Rolling!"

The two indented wheels traveled up Nebula Grey's torso and left two deep cuts on it which began to leak purple-colored data: the monster roared and suddenly vanished to be replaced by "dragons" with red heads and bodies made of purple flames: they bombarded the field but the only who got damaged was Laser Man as he tried to stand up.

"Laser Man! Return!"

"Roger!"

He logged out and Forte quickly flipped into the air to land atop the observation platform: he shrugged as if taunting the monster: Nebula Grey looked pissed off by now: all stocked up "Dark Chips" suddenly flew out of the capsules and began to be absorbed by the monster.

"That won't save ya, you know. Stalkid tells you you're fired, too. Heh, heh, heh!" Forte chuckled.

"Damn! I can't command it to stop! It's going to overload its mass and collapse into itself like a star at this rate!" Dr. Regal cursed.

"Ops. And that'd ruin the system, right, Mr. Universe?"

"Of course it will!" Dr. Regal hissed.

"But what if the pet was to be deleted before that?"

"Then the implosion won't happen!"

"Fine. Let's end this cat-and-mouse game already. I'm itching for a cool ending to this."

"You lowlife!"

"Earth Breaker!"

"No way!"

Forte built up energy on his right hand until it grew into a yellowish spheroid: he then jumped towards Nebula Grey and hit the chest: eight radial streaks of light jumped out of it and the monster roared as it body began to be deleted.

"I added some "Pile Driver" Program Advance effects… Given how it's "Light Attribute", then it's super-effective against this thing." Forte calmly announced.

"Impossible! You have the 1st Nebula Grey's remains inside of you, don't you? They'd be incompatible!"

"Who said I needed that?" Forte asked.

"What?" Dr. Regal gasped.

"That was a hologram and not a real power: my defenses "killed" the 1st Nebula Grey's remains and transformed it into regeneration ability."

"Damn you!"

"Heh, heh, heh. Oi! You freak! You're fired! Who decided that? Willard Whyte! You're the one who brought misfortune to Bert Saxby by having the FBI agents hit 'im in the 70s!" Forte laughed.

"This guy is nuts!" Yami muttered.

"No… I'm funny. Thanks to Serenade, really."

"Damn Serenade!"

"If you thought I'm trouble… Wait until you see how he could swipe the floor without even blinking!" Forte exclaimed.

"Groa~h!"

The monster finally was deleted and several Dark Chips hit the floor while looking dim and power-lacking: Forte landed on the ground and shook some dust off his cloak.

"Nebula Grey…! It didn't even last 8 hours…! And I spent a lot of time rebuilding it…! But I can do it! I have several copies of it!" Dr. Regal roared in clear anger.

"Grrrr… Grawl! Grawl!"

"Gospel Jr." came in and looked in a good mood, for once.

"Good job, Gospel Jr. He just infected all your copies with "Pile Driver" factors. Kiss them farewell." Forte announced.

"Damn dog!"

"Grawl! Grrr! Grawl! Gruah!"

"He'll eat that beard away." Forte translated.

"Damn you!"

"Grrr! Gruh! Growl! Grawl!"

"You're cheap."

"How dare you!"

"Well then… I'm off. CSI Las Vegas will be dropping by soon enough headed by our shiny red knight, Omega – sama. I'm off and don't forget to wash your teeth after each meal, Deputy." Forte joked.

"Damn you! You lowlife!"

"Oh! By the way, Hikarawa… There are some things which are better not knowing from time to time: it's called "Need Not To Know", ya see. Gotcha?" Forte called out.

"Y-yeah… I get that feeling from time to time." Yami admitted.

"I guess Delta stopped counting bells by now… And I'm sure he's reached the 100 bells mark. Heh, heh, heh. O. K. I'll leave you guys to flee through the backdoor: the perfect escape route. No pain, no gain! Let's go, Gospel Jr.! To the infinite and beyond!"

"Grawl! Grrr!"

"… Yami – kun." Dr. Regal icily called out.

"Y-yes, sir…? What is it, sir…?" Yami suddenly switched to a polite register while his teeth danced.

"Pick your PET III and suitcase: we're leaving!"

"R-roger, sir!"

Yami hurried back into his room and closed the suitcase before picking the PET III and storing it on his pouch: he then ran out and met with Dr. Regal, who carried a suitcase of his own, too.

"I finished arranging for the new hideout… Fukushima Prefecture. We should be there in about 3 hours. Let's hurry: I don't care if they try to follow us." Dr. Regal commanded.

"R-roger, sir…"

"The lab is included in the laptop, so… We're not forgetting anything at all, luckily enough." Delta reminded them.

"Correct. We must hurry." Laser Man merely replied.

They both ran out of the refuge and into the ground floor of the house: they then entered the garage and climbed into the black Subaru: Yami took care of opening the shutter and closed it down after the car stopped in the ramp: he climbed inside and the car ran out of the district.

"This is spiraling down." Dr. Regal cursed.

"Eh… So it'd seem, sir, but… We still have the Darkloids, sir. We could continue our guerilla campaign, sir…" Yami timidly suggested.

"I don't think that'll be viable anymore… They've been playing with us this whole time but they're about to get serious... They must plan on wearing us off." Dr. Regal grumbled.

"Oh. So that's how it is…" Yami trailed off.

"Nobody laughs at my face…!" Dr. Regal made a grimace

Yami gulped and slowly nodded in understanding…

11:23 AM (Japan Time)…

"… Ah… Niisan…"

"Feels weird doing it while standing, eh?"

"Guess so…"

"Heh, heh. I'm going to patent this new approach."

Saito was making with Netto as they stood inside of the shower, which was off: both had their boxers on although Netto's rear portion of them was lowered to expose his rear and Saito was sticking his cock out through the gap in front: Netto was also doing the same as Saito closed his arms around his stomach area and moved in and out: Netto looked ecstatic as he rubbed his cock with his right hand and Saito played with his nipples using his soak-coated fingers.

"Yeah… Still have the boxers partly on makes it different somehow… And my nipples feel fantastic like this, niisan…" Netto moaned.

"Heh, heh, heh. I'm a genius, it'd seem."

"Yeah… Ya always were, anyway…"

"I'm going to give you a helping hand."

Saito closed his right hand around Netto's right wrist and began to help him rub at a greater speed: Netto's moans increased in volume and Netto looked about to release: Saito suddenly licked the rear part of the right ear and Netto arched his body backwards.

"N… Niisan…! It's coming out…!" He cried.

He released and stained both his upper torso and face: he dragged Saito along and they then both panted from the effort: Netto looked over his shoulder to see how Saito seemed to be ecstatic.

"Netto – kun… I… will you always be with me?" He suddenly asked.

"I promise you, niisan. No – one can split us again."

Saito suddenly turned him around and began a passionate kiss with him.

"W-whoa!" Netto gasped.

He returned the kiss and both hugged each other for about two minutes before breaking apart for air.

"I just feel that… something could happen, but… Maybe I'm just being paranoid…" Saito muttered.

"Niisan… Can I go inside?" Netto requested.

"Come in, Netto – kun. Make me feel alive."

"Uh? Huh… Sure."

Saito turned around as Netto lowered the rear part of his boxers: he rubbed his cock and stuffed it inside of Saito after expanding his insides with the three fingers: he used the soap bar to rub his nipples as Saito began to rub his own cock.

"Knowing Forte… He's made mincemeat of that thing by now… I'm sure he'll bring us the news… And that duumvirate must be on the run to the Bahamas, too…" Saito giggled.

"Sure thing! They're now going to find out that they fell for the "confidence" strategy. Blood and the other two are gonna start pushing them back." Netto grinned.

"Yeah. Maybe they'll even flee to Baja California and try to build an oil rig there like Blofeld did." Saito looked amused.

"And then Bond will come in claiming he's an "environment inspector" to check on the condition of the rig before blowing it up…"

"O. K. I guess that's enough talking. Trigger me off."

"Roger, Admiral."

Netto grinned and began to rub Saito's cock using his right hand: Saito moaned and suddenly cried as he released: Netto felt his own release being triggered, too, and sounded ecstatic.

"Perfect…" He chuckled.

"Let's go for the new game, Netto – kun."

"O. K."

Saito dropped to his knees and began to lick Netto's cock at a slow and deliberate pace to excite him: Netto moaned and began to rub his nipples as if trying to trigger his release: Saito grinned and licked the urethra to send shivers down Netto's spine: he began to leak pre-cum which Saito quickly licked and scattered all of it around the head.

"Nii… Niisan… Saito… niisan…! It feels good…!" He moaned.

Saito then began to pull up the foreskin and then lick around it: Netto gasped and suddenly released when Saito pulled it back: he overfilled his mouth and Saito calmly flavored it before standing up: Netto looked overwhelmed, even.

"My technique is too much for you, otouto – chan?"

"That sounds girly…" Netto protested.

"Try me out."

"Yeah… I'm eager to."

Netto dropped to his knees and began doing the same although he focused on licking the urethra: Saito moaned and quickly released to fill up Netto's mouth: Netto grinned and swallowed it before standing up and closing his arms around Saito's lower torso: he placed his cock against his and approached his lips to his.

"Let's go, niisan."

"Yeah… Let's end up."

They began a new passionate kiss while rubbing their cocks together: both released and stained their faces so they licked them clean and kissed for the third time: they eventually broke up to watch at the white string.

"I love you, Saito – niisan."

"I love you, Netto – kun."

11:30 AM (Japan Time)…

"… Anyone home?"

"Yo. Forte. So?"

"They fled to the Bahamas?"

"They sure did."

"Grawl."

Forte had showed up on Netto's Link PET with a broad grin on his face: "Gospel Jr." was merely smelling around the space while being seemingly uninterested.

"Heh, heh. How long did it last?" Netto asked.

"About 5 minutes… But I was playing around, too."

"I guess Hikarawa was horrified."

"Actually, not. They were hoping for me to blow it up in secret, both he and Delta. I guess that monster must've triggered something on them which changed them: they looked defeatist and not so confident anymore when I showed up…" Forte admitted.

"Then Vadous – san's fail-safes have been triggered… If they wanted you to destroy it… Then they must've "experienced" a flashback which made them think it twice about their current status." Saito deduced.

"Yeah… And if they end up surrendering… Then it'll be a good thing, wouldn't it?" Forte suggested.

"True. But I'm afraid Regal won't let go of his "usefulness" so easily, unfortunately enough…" Netto guessed.

"We could always provide him with a way out if he truly wanted to quit the business…" Saito proposed.

"O. K. I'm off to telling the grunts that they're fired." Forte grinned.

The three of them giggled while "Gospel Jr." merely growled…