Nariko always loved watching action movies. They weren't her favorite, but she did appreciate a badass fighting scene, or the dramatic diffusing the bomb scene. Nariko could always tell that the bomb scenes were always a bit unrealistic when she was younger, but it was still fun to watch.
As Nariko stares down at five bombs she recklessly taken from their spots and is now hiding in a janitor closet, she really wishes she took the time to actually research the realistic way to diffuse a bomb. Five bombs specifically.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck." Nariko runs a hand through her hair and releases an incredulous laugh. God, what does she do?
"Okay, okay... who do I know that can diffuse a bomb? Think, you bitch!" The yellow haired teenager speaks to herself. She blinks once in realization and groans aloud. Nariko wracks her brain once more for anyone else before sighing in defeat. She fumbles for her phone and yelps in surprise when she drops it. Right on one of the bombs.
Nariko clenches her eyes shut, face going pale. "Oh my God! This is how I die! Denki's gonna fucking kill me!"
Nariko opens one of her eyes and peeks at the bomb. It didn't blow up–or start flashing. Oh, thank God. She carefully grabs her phone off of the bomb and quickly searches through her contacts. She bites her lip before pressing the call button on her homeroom teacher's contact.
"Please answer, please answer, please answer! Please, please, please!" Nariko whispers quickly, moving her fist up and down in the air. She releases a deep breath when Shōta picks up.
"Aizawa-Sensei! Hypothetical scenario! If I had five bombs in front of me, timed to go off in 10 minutes, how'd I diffuse them?" Nariko doesn't give anytime for Shōta to speak. It's silent for a full minute, making Nariko wonder if he hung up.
"...how hypothetical is this?" Shōta's tired voice breaks through the silence. Nariko laughs a bit hysterically and looks down at the bombs.
"Uh–is hiding in a janitor's closet with all five bombs a hypothetical situation?" Nariko asks, her voice cracking slightly. Shōta stays quiet again before cursing under his breath and a large amount of rustling is heard.
"Where are you?" He asks seriously. Nariko thinks she hears worry in his tone, but ignores it for now.
"A janitor closet. On the other side of the stadium. How do I diffuse a bomb? Because we really have less than 10 minutes and I accidentally dropped my phone on top of one."
"You accidentally–hold on. I'm on my way. What do they look like?" The tired hero speaks again, a little bit more urgently.
"Uh... Like a stereotypical bomb you'd see in a movie with a phone–a smartphone–duct taped to a thing covered in wires, but instead of blue and red, it's green and black. Oh wow, this would be a horrible way to die." Nariko laughs again and brings a hand to her face. "Should I shortcircuit the bombs? Would that work?"
"Mandelli Kaminari-Pascual Martínez Nariko. Do not shortcircuit the bombs, so help me God," Shōta snarls into the phone with a slightly higher pitch.
Nariko makes a small noise and shakes out her hands. "O-okay. Yeah that makes sense. I'm sorry. I'm just–I never diffused a bomb before. I threw one out the window once..."
"...we're going to talk about that later. I'm almost there. Where did you even find these bombs?" Nariko laughs nervously at the question.
"A couple days ago, someone told me people were plannin' on blowing up the stadium. I told someone else who warned Nezu-Sensei. Guess he didn't listen," Nariko partially lies as she watches the bombs slowly tick down.
"Why didn't you go to the authorities?"
"Shōta-oji. Not only am I a child, they want my head and my family's heads on a silver platter. Especially after what happened to my parents, didya honestly expect me to trust anyone from the old group?" The yellow haired teenager wilts immediately when she realizes what she called her teacher.
"Wh-when are you getting here? I really don't want to stay next to five fucking bombs any longer..." She quickly changes the subject.
Nariko squeaks in surprise when the door is slammed open. She whirls around, hand raised in case she needed to fight. She blinks in surprise when she sees the mummified Shōta walk in.
"Did you run all the way here? Shō–Hobo-Sensei, you're injured!" Nariko exclaims, making Shōta give her a dry look.
"You don't have room to talk." The yellow haired teenager flushes at the statement before turning back around.
"Fuck. You're going to have to diffuse them–"
"That's a mistake," Nariko interrupts as she pales.
Shōta glares at her and sits down next to her. "But, I'll walk you through it. We don't have much time."
"No shit Sherlock." Nariko shuts up as Shōta deepens his glare. "...sorry. I get an attitude when I'm terrified."
"No shit," Shōta retorts, making Nariko pout.
"Stupid Shōta-oji." Nariko tenses up and gets serious at the sudden thought. "Stop it Nariko. He won't ever be able to be that again. Not while they still exist..."
"Riri, Kiki, Uncle Junya and Tía Yesenia aren't your only aunt and uncle," Mónica speaks softly, running her hands through her children's hair. Nariko looks up, resting her head on her arms.
"Really? Have we met them? What'd they look like? Are they nice?" Nariko asks in excited Spanish. Mónica smiles softly as she watches the late party around them.
"There's Uncle Lourenço, Tía Maribel's husband. Tío Cristóbal, Tía Alana's sweetheart. Zio Attalo and Zio Gastone. Zio Fiore with his wife, Zia Camilla. Zia Eleanora and Zia Romola. Zia Cristina and her husband, Zio Accursio. They are family by blood." Mónica looks down at her curious children. "There are a few who are more like family to me and your father than some of our actual family. It's been so long since we've seen them..."
Mónica smiles with glazed eyes. "There's your Shōta-oji, Hizashi-oji, Shino-oba, oh and we can't ever forget about Tsunagu-oji."
"Will we meet them?" Denki asks excitedly. Mónica blinks away her memories and laughs softly.
"Hopefully not. Not until your Papá and I finished what we started."
"It's against those bad people, right? The ones who everyone thinks are good?" Nariko states quietly, looking up at her mother with childish innocence and curiosity. Mónica's smile falters at the statement.
"...yes... but you and your brother don't have to worry about any of that. Now, go and play with your cousin, Hanta. He, Uncle Junya, and Tía Yesenia came all the way from Japan to be at this reunion."
The twins smile brightly and quickly rush into the party. Mónica stares after them with glazed eyes.
Hey! Hope you all like the chapter! So... How's it? I hope it's good!
A bit of a short chapter, and hopefully I'll be able to get into at least one of the new fights next chapter.
I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye.
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