I appologize once again. This chapter was a bitch to write! I feel as though I'm getting dull. Oh well, the end will seriously leave you drooling.
Haruko's wrist hurt. The chain cuff had been pulling harder and harder since they left, but she had just kept her sleeve over it to drown out the jingling sound. She didn't know where he was, or if he even wanted him anymore. She just knew she had to get them away; somewhere , where they could never be found.
She looked down at Naota, who was asleep between her legs on the floor board of the moped. He hadn't seen the road sign which read "Tokyo city Limits". She had no idea what time it was and didn't care. As long as they made it there on time everything would turn out fine.
The cuff on her wrist gave an immensly hard tug, and her eyes grew wide. She knew where The Pirate King was. The pulling continued for a few minutes, until her hands began shaking in a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Then the tugging stopped altogether. This startled her even more. She had no idea what it meant. Normally she would have been able to guess the tactics Atomsk would use, but she had never seen him take the offensive side. The only times she had encountered him, he had been running away.
"You son of a bitch." She mumbled to herself. "Just leave him the hell alone!"
Mabase had returned to normal. No one spoe of the giant red monster that appeared in the sky. But this was the second time they had seen it. The skies were a brilliant blue and no signs of any abnormalities.
Amarao sat watching the satelite surveilance of the town in his office. His coworkers had been pestering him about the recent containment mission to Mabase; which was a complete failure, since the Pirate King had made himself known by all and had disappeared before anything could be done about him. Not that much could have been done about it.
Kitsurubami knocked on the door timidly.
"Come in." Said Amarao with a dull tone to his voice, not taking his eyes off of the uneventful monitor. She opened the door and saluted.
"He's shown back up on the monitors, sir." She said quietly. Amarao sighed and turned away from the averhead view of Mabase.
"I knew he would." Said Amarao.
"Do you... Do you think we should interfere?" She asked.
He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "I suppose it would be a little unfair to make her handle this all by herself." He paused, thinking of a suitable course of action. "Send out one messenger. Tell her that he's close and knowns where she is." "Tell her that the Hometown Fan is on her side this time."
Kitsurubami took mental note of this and recapped it through her head. After doing so she knodded and left.
"The Hometown
Fan probably can't offer too much anyway..." He mumbled to
himself.
"TOKYO?!!?!" Screamed Naota. "You took us all the way out here?!"
"Yeah, get over it." She said dryly, examining her fingernails after she had pulled them from her nostrils.
They sat on the corner of a large street. There was more traffic than Naota had ever seen in his life, and more smog in in the air than he was comfortable with.
"This is like 400 miles from Mabase." Said Naota in sudden, self induced awe. He blinked a few times and regained his rage at her. "Wait, why the hell did I come out here again?"
"Because of out undying love for each other!" She said swiftly, clasping his head against her chest so tightly that he began to suffocate. Her eyes were somewhere other than near him.
"Just let go of me!" He shouted. "There are people around, just act a little normal for once." As he said, there was a growning crowd near thm watching the commotion as they passed by. She let go of him and turned around to face her moped.
"You know what, I'm hungry." she said. "You stay on tis block, and I'll be back in about an hour." She kicked the clutch of the scooter and began to leave.
Naota made no complaints. He just sat down by the wall of a building with a sign that read "Kitsune's Law Firm."
Haruko had received the message from her "Hometown Fan", and knew that Atomsk was close to Tokyo. She hadn't anticipated him to find them before they actually got there, but she had to make due. Naota was in danger.
She walked down the street, away from her parked moped. A small coffee shop was ahead, and on the outside patio sat a man, about 8 feet tall, clad in a heavy trenchcoat and sunglasses. His face was hidden by a large fedora.
