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Chapter 7: My Son – Part II

During the night of the 27th, my powers as a Mulian fully awaken. I bring forth other Mulians and our technology to protect Ayato in Tokyo from Narcal. Likely anxious over the appearance of the Mulians, the modern humans start a pre-emptive attack. To safeguard Ayato and Tokyo, I command the Mulian forces to join the battle. The war wages for two months before my forces effectively drive away most of the humans'. I decide then to implement the solution that I had devised, a barrier enclosing Tokyo - created for Ayato and against Narcal. The barrier formed and the steps in place to tailor the world to foster Ayato's development, I go to where I know Ayato has been waiting for me.

I stand before him and say "Ayato."

He looks up and appears shocked to see me.

"Kaa-san," he says quietly.

"I've been looking for you, Ayato."

He stands and we hug.

Sounding upset, he says, "Where have you been? Why weren't you there this morning?"

"I was called during the night because there was an emergency at to work, and I was still there when it started."

"I've been worried about you, and everyone."

'Everyone,' he probably means her.

I look at him more closely, and am surprised by his appearance. I had thought he would be treated better than this.

I hug him and say, "Oh, my poor Ayato, look at you, you've lost weight and your face looks pale and drawn."

He looks up at me and says, "Kaa-san…"

I interject, wanting to start the process.

"Ayato, it's important that you brace yourself for what I am about to tell you."

"What, what do you mean?"

I place my hands on his shoulders and look at him.

"The rumors these people have heard, they're not rumors, I've heard it everywhere, and it's true."

Sounding anxious, he says, "What rumors?"

"Ayato, the war is over."

He smiles and lets out a sigh of relief.

"Why do you say it that way, that's great news."

"Ayato, there's more."

"What, has Tou-san come back?"

"No, Ayato, he's not coming back."

"Tou-san, Tou-san died?"

"Not just your father, Ayato, everyone, everyone not in Tokyo was killed."

He steps backwards and leans against the cot for support.

"What, what are you talking about, that's not possible, there are billions of people in the world, they can't all!"
Worried about him, I embrace him and say, "I'm sorry, Ayato, it's true, everyone, including your father, and even Haruka-chan."

I am startled when he pushes himself away and says angrily, "That's a lie, you're lying, Mishima isn't dead!"

Wanting to make him believe, I say his name, "Ayato."

"No, you're just saying that because you don't want us together, you're a liar!"

He pushes me away and picks up two items before running towards the exit. I shout after him, but he ignores me.

Upset and angry, I use my cell phone to call my bodyguards.

"The Ollin has run away from the shelter. Communicate with the others to determine his location. When you find him, bring him back to our home."

"Yes, Maya-sama."

I end the call and let my arm rest at my side.

"Ayato."

I drive back to our house, waiting for them to bring him here. I had brought the syringe with me. Although I hated the thought of causing harm to him, I knew he would not voluntarily submit to the memory change – even if it was meant to help him. However, I would not allow anyone else to do this.

I at last hear a car approach and the door open, but am shocked to see them with Ayato slung between them, an arm over each one's shoulders.

Angered, I run towards them and say, "Quick, place him on the chair here!"

They follow my commands and I stand near him, anxiously waiting for him to awaken. It is over an hour before I see Ayato's eyelids try to open.

"He seems to be re-gaining consciousness."

Still upset, I answer, "Finally! I can't believe you did that to him!"

He shrugs and answers, "He was being very uncooperative."

Ayato's eyes open and he looks at the two and then at me.

He stands and says, "Kaa-san, they kidnapped you, too, you bastards!"

He punches one of them, and, to get him to stop, I shout, "Ayato, stop!"

He looks at me, anger and confusion on his face and answers, "What are you saying?! I'm trying to free us!"

Quietly, I responds, "There's no need, Ayato."

"No need? What are you talking about?! Of course there is! They poisoned me, and who knows what else they might try to do to us!"

Filled with pity, I look to him and say, "It's time."

They take hold of his arms and he looks to me and says, "What, what's going on here? Did you just tell them what to do?"

I carefully pick the syringe off the table and walk towards him.
"What are you doing?!" he yells as he struggles.

I start to cry, all this, it shouldn't have been necessary, if only that girl hadn't existed.

"My poor Ayato, such grief. I promise you, my dear son, that I will free you from your suffering."

"No, don't do this, Kaa-san, don't!"

He continues his struggle, but I am still able to prick him. They loosen their grip, and he slips into my arms. As he loses consciousness, I stroke his hair lightly and tighten my embrace.

Assured that I have done the right thing, I say quietly to him, "It will be all right, you are an instrumentalist and my son, together, we will make this world right."