Chapter 19: Terror and fear
10:44 AM (Japan Time), Saturday July the 2nd…
"… Guess I'm being lazy this morning… Is there any handsome young boy we could tease today, Witch?"
"There is, Ilia – chan: a 5th grader."
"Lovely."
Prophetess, dressed in a purple night gown, stepped into a living room somewhere and sat down in a chair placed in front of an open and running Sony VAIO laptop: a chat window was being run and Witch was projecting out of the connected Link PET with a broad grin on her face.
"Did you get his data?" Prophetess asked.
"But of course: I only had to dissect his IPv4 packages to find out the origin MAC and IP addresses. I then checked his ISP and found the exact real-world location and name, too. I got a photo, too. Have a look." Witch detailed with a broad grin.
"Hmmm… Brown chestnut hair… Blue eyes… Looks like we got a nice one to tease: we'll take him along for a thrill… Tee, heh, heh. Everyone believes I bluff at the S&M sadist announcements, so… Let them believe that: it makes me look less dangerous than I, Kazuhira Ilia, am. Even Lord Priest fell for my cover!" She giggled aloud.
She began to type into the text box and sent the following message:
"I'm a 6th grader in Yamagata Prefecture. Where are you from, my shining knight of the round table?"
A reply soon arrived and she rubbed her hands in excitement.
"I am from Yamagata Prefecture, too! I live in Murayama City."
"What a coincidence! I also live in Murayama City: 3rd district."
"Mine is 2nd."
"We live nearby, then! What's your institute's name?"
"Peace Elementary School."
"Takazaka Elementary School."
"Could we meet in person, P_22?"
"Sure, Rokketo · Sen. When and where would be fine?"
"Today at 17:00 PM, in the Country Gardens, would be fine."
"That's a bit far from my house and I don't like going out for long. My high-school cousin owns a bike: she'll pick you up there and bring you to my house: it'll be better. Deal?"
"Cool! Deal. How will I recognize her?"
"She wears a leather suit for riding in bike. Just make gestures to her and say you're the one I sent to pick up."
"Perfect, then! Meet you later."
"Later."
"The prey has bitten the bait and is reeled into the net, indeed!"
"Alright. 17:00 PM, Yamagata Prefecture, Murayama… The Country Gardens… Target: Kinmori Mihiro. Tee, heh, heh… This afternoon will be very fun, I daresay! And since I'm off-duty then Priest – sama doesn't need to know anything about this, either." She muttered.
"Yeah. We're geniuses, Ilia – chan!" Witch giggled.
"Plenty of time to get there by using the expressway… Alternatively… We could borrow a "Dimensional Converter". Tee, heh, heh. I'll go ready the equipment: make sure to erase all logs and data to leave no traces. Employ the disguise system in case the Net Saviors are patrolling: that fake ID isn't worth a second look, so…"
"Roger. Let's show them what we can actually do!" Witch looked lustful.
"I missed this kind of play! Else my skills will get rusty!"
She headed out into the balcony and giggled under her breath…
11:04 AM (Japan Time)…
"… O. K. I got the Battle Chips I needed. Thanks for everything, Number Man!"
"Don't mind it, Rock Man and Blood Shadow."
Rock Man and Blood Shadow had been buying Battle Chips in the Internet City Higureya store.
"Aha – hah!" Five voices rang out.
"Crap." Rock Man cursed.
"No way…" Blood Shadow groaned.
"Who…?" Number Man wondered.
"Cut Man Brothers!"
The five of them had appeared inside of the store and Jiirou purposely hit a switch to the right: the shutter lowered and locked the store down.
"Hah! We put a bomb on the staff door, too! There's no escape! Strategy: Trap! Phase 1: Complete! Phase 2: Start!" Jirou exclaimed.
"Cut Man Brothers!"
"Get any closer and I'll blow you guys up with this thing." Blood Shadow icily warned as he aimed his shotgun at them.
"Uoh! Jirou – niichan! That gun is real!" Saburou gasped.
"Crap." Shirou muttered.
"Trouble: it's 3 VS 5!" Gorou gasped.
"Maybe…" Rokurou began.
"We've come so far and we're not gonna get intimidated! Make those two stay busy: Rock Man can't do anything sans an Operator!" Jirou commanded.
"Wrong. Just like Atomic Network, you didn't bother to research!"
Streaks of crimson lighting emerged from his chest emblem and his Omega Soul formed over his body: he drew the O – Saber and the five of them gasped in horror.
"This "Soul Unison" is directly implemented into my body: I can activate it whenever I want to! So? What happened to the earlier confidence? You ran outta it?" Rock Man challenged.
"Grah! Surprise Choppi'n!"
"Hra~h!"
Rock Man jumped into the air while aiming his sword towards the ceiling and then dropped down to kick Jirou on the face; he stored the O – Saber and grabbed both Saburou and Shirou to make them hit each other and threw them against Gorou and Rokurou.
"H-he's not even using a weapon!" Jirou gasped.
"For the last time! Your brother was about to commit manslaughter! I had no other choice!" Rock Man groaned.
"You tsujigiri~!" Jirou growled.
"Go ask the elder guy already: he knows it all! You guys are wasting your time and I don't have a reason to fight you guys! And I'm a Net Savior, after all! Now go and get outta here!" Rock Man shouted.
"Niicha~n! Let's get outta 'ere~!" The other four pleaded.
"Damn it. Cowards…! Cut Man Brothers: Retreat!"
They broke through the shutter and ran off: the three of them sighed in relief and Rock Man cancelled the Omega Soul.
"What stubborn guys! I'm getting fed up with them. I wish we could open one of those Time Space gateways and throw them inside like Twilight did with Shade Man and Bubble Man one year ago." Rock Man grumbled.
"Yeah. I'm into the idea, too. Anyway… Sorry for the mess, Number Man"
"Don't be concerned: good-bye." Number Man fumed.
The two of them walked out into the street and found Shadow Man leaning his back against the wall of a nearby building: he discreetly signaled the alleyway with his right hand's two index and center fingers while lifting the right eyebrow.
"Mwroh, hoh, hoh, ho~h! Welcome to the unending terror of Minas Morgul: his Grace, the Great Witch-King of Angmar is waiting for you lowlifes! Come if you have the courage!" A familiar voice rang out.
"W-who's this guy?" Saburou asked.
"D-dunno!" Rokurou gasped.
"Scary~!" Shirou yelled.
"L-let's run!" Gorou rallied.
"You're in league with that guy, aren't you?" Jirou questioned.
"Who do ya mean?" The voice asked.
"Rock Man, I mean!" Jirou growled.
"No! Rock Man is my companion's target! I'm just looking to kill the boredom until I get new orders… Maybe Cut Man Brothers a la Mount Doom would make for a nice dish, even!" The voice laughed.
"Kya~h!"
The five of them ran out while looking panicked and were soon out of sight: Balrog came out next and didn't notice them because he was looking in the direction the Cut Man Brothers had fled.
"You're - Balrog!" Rock Man exclaimed.
"What? Rock Man! Shadow Man! Blood Shadow! The Sneaky Trio makes its debut, it'd seem!" He laughed.
"I'm the one who's sneaky, you Naraku servant." Shadow Man dryly told him without even lifting an eyebrow.
"Good one! But I'd say you're too cold 'cause of the AC: I'll make sure to heat you up one day!" He laughed.
"You lowlife. What are you plotting?" Shadow Man demanded.
"Dunno! Don't have any orders yet… Oho. Aibou is waiting for me. Tell Isaac to come at me anytime! Farewell!"
He flew skywards at a mad speed and logged out: the three of them sighed in relief.
"Man. What a morning! I wanna go and take this bad mood out somehow… I really need a VR right now." Rock Man grumbled.
"Hum. I'll be hunting for those neophytes. Later." Shadow Man announced with a hint of amusement.
"Neophytes… Really…" Blood Shadow grumbled.
"Let's go." Netto sighed.
"Heh! I'll send 'em flying to Alaska with one swing!" Sigma joked.
Blood Shadow and Rock Man reached the firewall securing access to the Hikari house computer and headed for the gateway labeled "TCP/IP: PORT 80": they were scanned and allowed through it into the Cyber World.
"OK. Let's come in."
Sigma was busy doing something with Photoshop so Rock Man stepped into the gateway labeled "NETTO's PET"; he became data and reappeared inside of its familiar environment.
"Yo! Netto – kun. Give me a hand and Plug me into the cyborg body, please!" He called out.
"Roger that."
Netto picked the PET and headed towards Saito's sleeping body on top of his own bed: he carefully opened the right eye and aimed the IR port towards it.
"Plug In! Rock Man EXE, Transmission!"
"O. K. Let's get that Mario Kart Wii showdown on the road. I won't lose so easily! I've got a new technique!"
11:15 AM (Japan Time)…
"… Yo! Axe Man. Fancy meetin' ya 'ere, in Oosaka. What's up?"
"Has Annihilator Man – sama contacted you in the last two days?"
"Eh… Well, no, but… Hey. He sometimes took like five days to give us a job, mind ya… Ya look impatient."
"True. I am."
Destruction Man and Axe Man were talking inside of a Cyber World decorated with holographic stands of motorbikes and bike racer portraits.
"I'd rather say ya go and do somethin' on your own… I don't think Annihilator Man – sama will mind it…" Destruction Man ventured.
"Hmmm… Maybe that will do. I'll go speak with Present – sama. See you around." He muttered.
"Behead 'em all." Destruction Man encouraged.
"Sure thing." Axe Man made a sinister smile.
"Tell Present to go to the mountain for some days, too! The air in the city must be too stressful for 'im." Future added.
"Good. Farewell."
Axe Man came out of the store while Destruction Man resumed looking at one bike's information screen.
"Cool babe… If you change and tweak one or two things, ya can get it to beat anythin' on a street battle even on rain!" Destruction Man muttered with a hint of amusement.
"Sure thin', man… Finish reading the data and I'll work on the recreation over 'ere…" Future chuckled.
"Roger, Boss!" He joked.
"Go, Pilot!" Future joked next.
"The Future Blazin' Team is on the move!"
11:33 AM (Japan Time)…
"… Utsuki Shingen – sensei? Are you alright?"
"Huh? Ah… Yeah. Sorry. I dozed off."
Present lifted his head from a desk filled with documents and folders.
He was wearing a white shirt, a black necktie and pants as well as brown shoes.
The room looked like a teacher's room somewhere; another teacher was looking towards him as he stood on the edge of the desk: he had a concerned look to him.
"Are you alright? You look like you didn't sleep much."
"Ah… True, Einou – sensei… I'm almost done with the correcting of these "last chance" exams but I have trouble sleeping as of late…"
"I suspect too many days in the campus at this time of the year takes a toll on everyone. Maybe you could take some days off and go disconnect at Gunma or Chiba?" Einou suggested.
"Good idea… I really need some days to disconnect from the yearly June stress. Being the European History teacher is no easy job."
"Of course it isn't. You work too much sometimes, Utsuki – sensei. Just take some days off and you'll feel like tackling a hundred exams once you come back." Einou smiled at him.
"Heh… That'd be a record for me." Utsuki made a weak smile.
Einou exited the room while Utsuki lazily stood up and walked over to a water fountain: he filled a plastic cup and then slowly drank it up
"Good. Just another four left… This shouldn't take too long."
He discreetly glanced around to make sure nobody was looking and he resumed correcting the exams by comparing with the answer sheet.
"Hmm… Overall there's effort put into them. Good. They are the last chance, after all. But you should put the effort always…"
16:55 PM (Japan Time)…
"… Witch. Is everything ready at both fronts #1 and #2? It's almost the rendezvous time."
"All's ready: we can pull it off in a totally neat manner, Ilia – chan."
Kazuhira was riding on her motorbike and stationed near the Country Gardens and was using a handsfree device to talk with her Navi.
"Good. This afternoon will be thrilling. I'm cutting contact: expect me to be there in less than 30 minutes." Kazuhira replied.
Kazuhira moved near the Gardens' entrance and spotted a young boy around ten or eleven years old: he had brown hair and eye irises.
He wore a navy blue cap, a buttoned shirt with red and green stripes, jeans, white socks and sneakers.
He was continuously looking around.
Target: spotted.
"Rokketo · Sen?" Kazuhira called out.
"Ah! Are you P_22 – san's cousin? Miss?" The boy asked.
"Yeah. Esperanza. My cousin Francesca is waiting for you, handsome." She blew him a teasing kiss.
The boy turned deep red and looked elsewhere.
Honest type! Gotta be his first time! The type we'd been looking for!
"Ah! I'm… Mihiko. Kinmori Mihiko…" The boy introduced himself.
"Pleased. Take this."
She tossed him a motorbike helmet and he put it on as he slowly climbed into the bike
"Grab tightly!"
He gulped and used the rear metal bar to grip as Kazuhira drove out…
17:29 PM (Japan Time)…
"… Here! 3rd floor, 2nd apartment. I'm off to taking care of some stuff. Nice meetin' cha, Kinmori – kun. Beware of Cousin Francesca: she has many aces up her sleeves!" Kazuhira told him.
"Ah… I s-see… Thank you very much." Kinmori timidly replied.
Kazuhira ran off but parked the bike nearby: she then climbed down and ran into a small cul-de-sac alley: a metallic door was set on the right side.
"OK!"
She took out a key and unlocked it to come inside of what looked like the hall, which was totally unfurnished: the walls were bare concrete and so were the ground and ceiling.
She did spot a stained and rugged cheap carpet set on the ground, which rolled up to reveal a wooden trapdoor.
"Let's check how much stuff we gathered." She muttered with a hint of amusement.
She began to climb down the stairs while rubbing her hands in excitement: she reached the end and unlocked a modern-looking door by using two different keys; the door silently moved inwards to reveal a largely unlit basement room.
"Let's see… Let's use electrical light for now and when the time comes we'll use candles…" She decided.
She turned on a switch to reveal a black wheeled suitcase set on the ground next to a shape covered by a black cloth: a tripod-mounted video camera had also been prepared as well as two speakers set at some distance from each other and connected to a CD player.
"Perfect." She muttered.
She took off the helmet, which she placed in a stool, and stretched before crouching next to the suitcase and unlocking the padlock.
Tonight's "ritual" will be one to be remembered.
17:38 PM (Japan Time)…
"… So you're Kinmori – kun! I'm Furugawa Francesca."
"I'm g-glad to have met you, Furugawa – san…"
"Go ahead and use "chan": we're of the same age, more or less."
"Sorry… You looked so grown up…"
Witch (sporting camouflage-colors jeans, white socks, and a white blouse along with reading glasses and slippers) was sitting in one sofa in a living room and talking with Kinmori: she'd also dyed her hair brown and was using brown contacts.
"It's j-just that… It's my first time being invited by a girl… No offense, really, but… I feel so nervous…!" Kinmori scratched the back of his head.
"So? What are you hobbies?" She asked.
"Well… I read a lot, really… I'm into the fantasy tales… I read the Spider's Thread time ago… And other similar tales..." He admitted.
"I myself am into the world of drawing: I can come up with quite good pictures and I'm sure I'll even become a recognized painter."
"Whoa. That's cool, Furugawa – chan…" He whistled in surprise.
This one is totally naïve and innocent: it'll be lovely to see how he ends up like after the "ritual"…
"Thank you, Kinmori – kun: I always get fueled up with new ideas! I've still a long path to trek but I'm confident on my abilities."
"That's what makes people progress: confidence on themselves and always looking forward." Kinmori smiled.
"True, true! And something tells me we will get to be good friends, Kinmori – kun!"
"Sure! Maybe we can find more hobbies to talk about, too?"
Let's keep on chatting for another little while before Part 2 kicks in…!
18:10 PM (Japan Time)…
"… See you!"
"Goodbye!"
Kinmori exited the apartment and headed out into the street: he began to walk towards the south as he passed in front of the cul-de-sac alley; he suddenly noticed how he hit something with the right foot and crouched to see a wallet on the ground.
"A wallet? Let's check it out and deliver it to the nearest police box…"
He crouched to pick it up, but, suddenly, a figure jumped on him from behind some garbage bins and pressed a cotton handkerchief into his mouth while gripping his right wrist from behind and forcibly turning it around; Kinmori let go of the wallet while he struggled to break free: however, his attacker was clearly stronger than him and he began to look sleepy.
W-what's… going… on…?
He suddenly lost consciousness and the figure dragged him towards the alley's door by placing both arms beneath the armpits; they closed the door from the inside and then dragged him into the basement room: they left him on the floor, face-up, and headed over to the candles to light them up using a lighter: they gave the room a creepy feeling altogether.
Let's get everything ready… Witch should be on her way here to help me with the preparations.
In effect: Witch came in and closed the door while locking it with both keys; she then changed her clothes for her usual Navi bodysuit and made her eye color return to normal: a sinister smile formed on her face and she nodded in understanding.
Good. This is a critical point: we must go quickly and efficiently to set everything up: we don't want to linger around this city for too much, after all… We'll be gone right after finishing cleansing…
Both loomed over Kinmori and sneered…
18:50 PM (Japan Time)…
Huh…? What happened to me…?
Kinmori slowly regained consciousness and looked around: all was black around him.
He began to realize that his body was being made to sit on a sharp thin metallic-like surface and that his forearms had something locking them together as well as being placed beneath him.
He also could feel what seemed to be leather bands around his body: a thin one with a small metallic ring was set on his neck.
There were another two interconnected bands of adjustable bands which passed over his shoulders, ran down his sides and circled around his ankles, almost scratching his member.
A small circle had been set on the base of his cock with three bands circling around the whole of his sack.
His eyes were covered by what felt like a wool blindfold; he also noticed a band around his jaw with something round blocking his mouth off.
W-what? What's going on…?
He tried to move but noticed that his ankles were connected by a rigid black steel bar with cuffs on each end set beneath the metallic to limit how much he could stand.
Something of an irregular shape with some spots to it had been shoved up his insides and he had something set on his cock's urethra, too.
Two ropes had been tied above and below his nipples and immobilizing his arms to force them to be behind his body: he now realized he was sitting on top of a triangular metallic object with legs to support it.
W-what in the world is this…? I can't move, see or shout! Someone kidnapped me and did things to my body!
"… Hurry it up and finish up the preparations for the ritual…" A hushed voice rang out.
"We must be punctual: the ritual must be over by 8:00 PM, the hour of sunset! It's rule number 3!"
"We knew that."
Kinmori suddenly felt ice cubes being rubbed against his nipples: they turned hard and clothes pegs were attached there; the right one was facing forward while the left one was placed horizontally.
It hurts! It hurts! Take these off my nipples!
He suddenly felt a hand gripping his balls hard and how someone began attaching more clothes pegs to them: a second person attached something to his right hip and wrapped in on cello tape to keep it strapped to it.
Huh? What next?
Four small plastic-shaped objects were set above each cloth peg and on his armpits: a similar object was strapped to his left hip and two more capsule-shaped things were attached to his cock's head: some low-tuned chanting began to ring out along with an organ on the background.
"All preparations for the ritual are completed… 18:58 PM. We must begin the 19:00 PM oration." Someone announced.
"Evil God: thou who slumber in the Afterworld! Hear our pleas: we mortals cannot fulfill our role in this world sans thee guidance! We shall offer young flesh as sacrifices for thou complete resurrection! We Evil Tribe live for that reason! Once the sun sets this flesh shall be offered to thou and will travel to the Afterworld: thee grace will feed on the flesh and gain power until thou are resurrected on this world and guide us towards thou vision of this world!" Five or six voices chanted in unison.
W-what! Sacrifice, they say! Young flesh…! No…! No way…! They want to kill me…? I'm just 11! I can't die yet! Please!
"Our ritual shall rob this flesh of will, personality and consciousness to be just living flesh to be offered! Its blood will feed thou ever-evolving body and thou shall gain a noble form capable of imposing thee rule!"
Rob me of will, personality and consciousness…? But that's impossible: you can't "rob" something immaterial!
"Thou shall rule over this worthless world! Life! Death! Beyond the world, the Evil God awaits tonight's sacrifice!" The chants became louder.
"Prayer is over: begin." One of the voices commanded.
"Alright, you. Phase 1: Phase 2 will follow 60 seconds later. Phase 3 must start exactly 120 seconds after Phase 1. Phase 4 comes 180 seconds after Phase 1. Phase 5 is 240 seconds. Phase 6 is 300 seconds. Phase 7 is 360 seconds… Remember the timing: bring out the military chronometers."
There was a small sound and Kinmori suddenly felt whatever was stuffed into his insides vibrating and moving: he gasped and tried to lift up: however, the devices on his hips made him unable to fully articulate them and he couldn't complete the maneuver.
T-this thing inside of me is vibrating…! What in the world is this…?
"30 seconds elapsed: prepare to start Phase 2." The lead voice ordered.
Kinmori tried to lean forward and lower his upper body as if trying to get free of the object: he suddenly felt a punch on his stomach area: he groaned and stopped his movement.
"10 seconds to Phase 2: you won't be struggling for much longer, foolish being." The lead voice announced.
What foolish being! I'm not a fool!
"Phase 2: begin."
Someone interacted with the devices attached to his hips and the capsule-shaped objects over his nipples and under his armpits began to vibrate, too; his cock suddenly started to get hard and he blushed.
M-my penis is getting hard…! I'm going to pee…? It'd be embarrassing to me…! What's going on…? These vibrations… They make me lose will to fight back… they're… making me feel strange… But… Who are these people…? Why is this happening to me?
"15 seconds to Phase 3: you will soon beg for us to slain you right now but that would be pointless." The lead voice icily told him.
W-what! That voice… it crawls into each corner of my body…! I feel like I was freezing in the midst of the summer…!
"Phase 3: begin."
The two objects on his cock's head began to vibrate next: his cock convulsed in a violent manner but was unable to release because of the plug: Kinmori began to moan and agitate.
M-my penis…! They plugged it…? I can't make it come out now…! I'm building up pressure…! This strain…! This pain…! Please make it stop…! I can't take it in anymore…!
"20 seconds to Phase 4: your pain will increase and you will be tainted by our evil: thus becoming a suitable sacrifice to the Evil God." The lead voice eagerly announced.
N-no…! I won't be turned into a "sacrifice"…! No…!
"Phase 4: do it, Comrade."
Someone climbed into the triangular object and Kinmori felt an object of the same material, width, length and thickness being forced up his insides thus tearing them open: two hands grabbed his nipples' clothes pegs and slowly pulled them while the object inside of him pumped in and out: Kinmori convulsed in pain.
Someone is making something enter me…! Don't pull those clothes pegs on my nipples…! Pain…! Pain…! Pain..! There's only pain…!
"Stop in 15 seconds, comrade." The lead voice commanded.
The pumping became more intense and suddenly stopped: the object was taken out and the person climbed out: Kinmori kept on struggling and trying to break free but to no avail.
"Phase 5: experience slow and total agony while your mind begins to shatter." The lead voice eagerly announced.
Some bead-shaped objects set on a string were slowly stuffed half-way up his insides: his inner muscles' own convulsions began to make them be slowly sucked inside: Kinmori's convulsions worsened, too.
They're forcing me to suck these beads inside of me…!
"First half of Phase 5: execute second half."
The ring at the end of the beads' string was placed on his cock's head just where the foreskin was collected at: Kinmori's movements began to slowly pull the beads outside of his body and he was seemingly starting to get exhausted.
It already feel like… my mind is… going to shatter…!
He ended up pulling all of them out and someone removed the ring from his cock's head.
"Phase 6: we are nearing the climax."
The ballgag was taken out to be replaced by a metallic ring which forced him to keep his mouth open and unable to close it up: that irregular object was placed inside of his mouth and a hand closed around his head from behind thus forcing him to move at a constant rhythmic and take more of the object inside: it was coated in a strange liquid.
It feels slightly salty but… It's giving me a weird sensation… Agh… My body…! My mind…! Please stop…! I'll do anything! Anything!
The object was taken out and his mouth was muffle with the plastic hole-filled spheroid again.
"Phase 7: bring ultimate pain to this flesh so that it pushes the mind to the very limit. Once it's destroyed keep the body like this until 7:57 PM: then execute it and the Afterworld Gate shall open for the Evil God – sama to claim it." The lead voice announced.
Is this it…? My life is going… to end here…? 11 years… And today I thought I'd met a new friend and it was a nice day…
Tears began to slide down his cheeks but no-one seemed to notice them.
"Phase 7: go."
Kinmori felt a hot liquid splashing his body in several parts of it: he yelled in agony but his voice wouldn't come out.
"The heat of these candles will bring you ultimate pain: and along with the flames, your consciousness will disappear and you will be like a comatose body: alive yet not conscious of itself. Farewell, child." The voice dryly announced.
I knew it…! Damn it… It's the end…! My life…! Mother, Father…! My friends…! I'm so sorry… Please forgive me…! My last moments as Kinmori Mihiko…! Farewell, world…!
"The End." The voice announced.
The plug on his cock was suddenly removed and it convulsed in a violent manner as something came out and stained his body: he yelled and quickly felt absolute blackness creeping closer: all suddenly became black and he remembered nothing else.
"…Lovely! He even cried. He believed it all!"
"Yeah. Let's clean up."
Witch and Kazuhira (both wearing their usual clothes) looked at the unconscious Kinmiro; they began to turn off all vibrators and quickly removed the bar on his ankles to detach him from the metallic horse-like object.
They quickly removed everything they'd placed into him and tossed it inside of the open wheeled suitcase, including a black-colored 5cm silicon strap-on filled with spots.
"This video will give us a fortune." Kazuhira muttered.
"Truly. Once it spreads across the circles…"
"Ah! What a spectacle! Bravo! Splendid! My hunch was right: you are professionals indeed!" A voice applauded in English.
"Who's there?"
Twilight clapped as he calmly walked in while looking pretty amused: the "Talon" walked in at a respectful distance behind him and looked around with what could be either curiosity or lack of surprise.
"Name's Yoru. Dr. Yoru Yami."
"Neo Gospel's leader! Twilight!" She gasped.
"Relax. I came to suggest you Mistresses a place to go to. I need veterans like you two. Lady IQ gave her consent."
"Oho. We got the interest of Her Grace!" Witch eagerly exclaimed.
"Amazing!"
"Here's the address. Complete all preparations and head over there: this will prove that fool of kyoudai that his "stability" plot is in vain because someone else will eventually rise and repeat the same… No matter how many small businesses and wannabes they crush…" Twilight sneered as he handed them a business card.
"The Court of Owls wants conflict. Let there be conflict." Bapgei drily announced with a shrug.
"Let's go to this place. It's time to kiss bye-bye to Rama!" Kazuhira sneered and her face contracted into evil.
"It's truly, Illia – chan. Time to become independent!" Witch added.
"How did you find us, though? We made sure that we weren't being followed, and we altered sensors and all." Kazuhira asked.
"I'd left a watch on this locale. I'm the one who posted that anonymous tip-off in that thread about this place being usable. Since the cops only raided the warehouse space of the ground floor where they kept some fake Marijuana as a decoy. They didn't notice the existence of this basement. So when the sensors were triggered, I came over to see the show myself." Twilight explained.
"Amazing! No wonder they can't catch you! You're 10 steps ahead!"
"Thanks for the compliments, miss! Glory to Lady IQ!"