A/N Word of warning, gets a little gory
We skulked down numerous alleyways and side roads, making sure we didn't expose ourselves too much. The main objective: finding a mechanic shop. Of course we needed the other two cars but we would cross that bridge it when it came to it. We headed to the more industrial part of town, hoping it would improve our chances of finding what we needed.
"This town is giving me crazy bad vibes dude" Hiro whispered as we strode through the umpteenth vacant lot that afternoon.
To be fair, I shared his sentiment. Everything was, as cliché as it sounds, way to quiet too be comfortable. The whole area didn't sit right with me. What if there are agents of despair watching us from one of these dormant factories, just waiting for the hunt to begin. I shook my head, clearing my cluttered thoughts. There was no point thinking that way, it only muddied the proverbial waters.
On our travels, we came across a small car dealership. Unfortunately, it was nearly stripped to nothing. There was, however, some parts here and there that we could use as spare parts if certain problems were to arise. I guess we could expect more of this too come. Coming across places where the scavengers have already picked the place clean or only left what they couldn't carry. Perhaps when we start moving away from the big cities, we will have more luck.
Salvation finally came in the form of an advertisement, which directed us in the direction of what we were pining for. When we saw the mechanics, any anticipation we had of finally reaching our goal soon dissipated.
"It's built like a fucking fortress"
Oowada ran a massive paw through his dishevelled hair, his signature pompadour sagging and tangled from sweat. We were all crouched down behind a row of hedges parallel to the shop. A wrought iron gate sat in between two large redbrick pillars. From there, a giant wire fence wrapped itself around the whole site. Both the iron gate and fence were tipped with pointed blades to dissuade intruders such as ourselves. The courtyard itself was a pit of a wreck. Rubbish littered the ground, as did discarded crates and boxes. Also discarded was a large rectangular shipping container, pushed up against the fence which backed up onto the building to its left.
"How eloquently put" Kyoko remarked as she scanned the area.
"Not wrong though" I added.
We weren't going to solve anything by sitting there, so I made the executive decision and creeped into the road to get to the fence on the other side. I scurried to the other side, the others soon behind me, and then placed my hands on the iron gate. I gave it a heavy push and it barely budged.
"Locked" I sighed. I didn't know what else I was expecting when I saw the closed gate.
"Do you reckon someone could fit through the bars?" Hina asked to no one in particular.
Rather than waiting for a response, the swimmer tried to squeeze herself into the tiny gap. After a couple of seconds of trying valiantly but failing, she stopped trying to contort her body into the space.
"Eh, maybe not then" She said with a bashful smile and a shrug.
"Oh dude! We could climb the fence!" Exclaimed Hiro as he pointed a finger to the offending metal fence in front of us, in such a grandiose manner it was like he was presenting evidence in court.
"You could try; I wouldn't suggest it though" Kyoko said, quickly shutting the Shaman down. The girl then proceeded to point at a yellow sign that was pinned to the gate itself. The sign depicted a stick figure being struck by a bolt of lightning.
"It's electrified?" I observed.
"Whether it is or isn't remains to be seen. I am not willing to put my hand on it to find out and I doubt any of you are"
Kyoko tipped her head when she heard murmurs of agreement as if to say 'thought so'.
"Every cloud has a silver lining though" She announced as she walked opposite to the fence, inspecting the courtyard of the shop. "If we go off the assumption that this fence is electrified then we can deduce that there is a generator in play which in turn means- "
"Fuel" I gasped as the realisation struck me.
The detective flashed me a set of curved soft pink lips.
"I believe that to be the case, yes"
"But…" I muttered "If there's a generator, there might be people too right…"
In acknowledgement, Kyoko nodded slightly with a small grimace. I looked down at my watch to confirm the time. 3PM now, time was slowly ticking away, faster than I desired anyways.
"This is gonna be pretty dangerous isn't it" Hina worried as she stared at the building.
I gently patted the brunette on the shoulder.
"I don't think we have a choice; this may be the only place to get parts. But I know we can do it" To punctuate this, I gave Hina a thumbs up. The swimmer seemed to appreciate the gesture and meekly put her thumb up too.
I took one more glance over my shoulder at the compound, taking inventory. My eyes set themselves on the shipping container once more, then the roof of the neighbouring building.
"Right then. I might have a plan"
XxX
Kyoko's eyes darted from the ladder and then back to me, then back to the ladder.
"And you're sure about this?" She asked, eyebrow cocked in my direction.
I gave the rungs of the ladder a good shake to make sure it was stable.
"If I had other options I'd take them" I replied.
"I don't really see the problem" Oowada shrugged as he inspected the ladder for himself. His large hands jolting the rungs, causing the ladder to shake like a leaf in the wind. Hina shot a look of pure bewilderment at the biker, her body language and expression saying it all.
I shielded my eyes from the sun as I looked straight up. Stagnant rain water trickled slowly from moss covered gutters above us, causing tiny puddles to form in the dips of the alley. The wall that the ladder was pushed again was crumbling and decaying, presumably due to the drip down of rain water and the erosion of wind.
"Look, if we go one at a time then we should be fine" Mukuro reassured.
After ditching the main gate, I led the gang around to the business next to the mechanic. Oowada was able to kick the door down on that shop, but there wasn't any way we could access the roof. That was until Kyoko noticed an alleyway and in said alleyway was the rusty ladder. I placed my foot on the first rung and began climbing, doing my best to ignore the disgustingly slimy texture of the ladder and the pain blooming from my shoulder down to my waist. The ladder was far too precarious for my liking, it felt like it was gonna fall apart in my hands. As much as I would've liked to have gotten down from my unstable perch and think of an alternative, we were both short on time and options. I took a second too look down, which I then immediately regretted as my stomach dropped cripplingly. Hagakure was beginning to climb up after me now that I was nearly at the top. As Hiro started to catch up, I noticed the strain the ladder was under as it creaked deafeningly.
"Hiro!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, my arms coiling around a rung to secure myself. "Don't go any further!"
The shaman practically jumped off when he heard me shout from above. Now that it was only me on the ladder again, I creeped upward again. This slow progress continued until I heard a shrill metallic clank. My head shot up again, only to see a bolt whiz past my face to the ground below.
"Huh?"
It took a torturous couple of seconds before my brain had deciphered what was going on, the screams below only faintly meeting my deaf ears. As the integrity of the ladder began to buckle further, I pulled myself within less of a metre from the ledge. It was at this moment I felt gravity take effect, the safety I once had begun to dissipate. The rusty metal let out a low pitched yawn as the ladder began to tip back. It was a now or never moment. I bent my knees before springing up again, pawing in the air for the ledge. With hooked fingers, I grasped onto the edge of the building. My body slammed against the wall as I tenaciously gripped onto the lip of the slippery ledge, wounds erupting in flames of agony. This impact, however, didn't loosen the vice grip I had on the stonework. My arms jittered and twitched as I desperately clawed my way up. With my torso now beached on the edge of the lip, I swung my heavy feet to hitch myself up and over. I rolled over to safety, my heart hammering at a rate of knots inside my nervy chest. I sat there for a second, panting like a dog in the baking sun.
"Makoto?!" Hina called from below, her voice ricocheting around the alleyway.
I took a couple more gasps of air before carefully rolling myself over to look into the alleyway. All five of them were staring at me with various degree of worry on their faces. Mukuro and Kyoko looked relatively nonplussed while Hiro and Hina had jaws practically swinging.
"Im good!" I replied as I gave them a thumbs up. I got to my feet before dusting the various types of dirt off my jeans.
"What are we doing then?" Mukuro asked from below, her voice sounding like a whisper from the dizzying heights I was at. Probably because she wasn't keen on shouting only to garner unwanted attention.
"I'll carry on alone, then ill unlock the main gate for you guys" I announced, as I looked around my immediate area to get my bearings. A shimmering sea of solar panels covered most of the roof space nearby, the panels reflecting the light from the sun so brightly that I had to shield my eyes. To get to the bit I needed too, I would have make a small jump or, alternatively, I could walk across a heating system but considering how slick the ledge was meant I was having my reservations. "Wait for me by the hedgerows"
Upon hearing this, Mukuro led the group out of the alley. I made my way across the rooftops, scaring birds away in the process. I tentatively peered over the edge of the small gap between two buildings. Honestly, the gap wasn't much more than a foot in length but that didn't stop me from getting worried about the cavernous depths below. If I fell from here, the only thing I could really hope for was a quick death. I took a couple of steps back, inhaled, exhaled, then skipped over the gap. So far so good.
Now that I was at the desired location, I could see the hedgerow and by extension the group as Hagakure's hair poked out of the brush. Now I was up close to the bladed spires on the fence, I could really appreciate how very dangerous they looked. The long finger like knifes were only a couple of inches higher than the roof I was standing on, but there was a gap that was nearly a metre long between it and I. The perfect place for me to impale myself. Despite this horrible thought; I stretched my legs, preparing to jump the blades and then hopefully land on the container. Preferably feet first of course. I backed up a bit, giving myself more of a run-up then previously. I sucked in air in between gritted teeth, then quickly exhaled again. Same as before. Now I was all psyched up, I started my attack. Within a few steps, my legs had opened up to a full on sprint. Using the slightly elevated rim of the roof, I sprung forward on my strong foot. In mid-air, I rapidly shot my legs forward to a sitting position, adopting a position that mimicked a long-jumpers. After clearing the defences, gravity started to pull me back down and I plummeted to the ground. Unable to readjust my legs into landing position, I landed bottom first on the shipping crate. That, however, wasn't the end of the debacle. Rather than landing on the container and staying there, I bounced off the hollow metal with a dull clang. My body sprung up again without my consent, my whole world spinning into a mess of colours. I managed to twist my torso so that I would land on my good side as i hurtled towards the concrete. Rolling slightly after landing, I came to a stop. I dragged myself to my feet and looked towards the hedge, to see all five heads of my friends peering round the vegetation. From where I was, im pretty sure I heard Kyoko dryly remark "Good dismount" to Mukuro. Hiro and Oowada, meanwhile, were suppressing guffaws with hands clasped on their mouths. Hina, on the other hand, seemed a tad more sympathetic. Waving clumsily to the group, my feet lazily pulled me to the mechanic's door.
Thankfully, it was unlocked and I promptly slunk in. With nothing but the darkness of the room to accompany me, I shimmied myself deeper into the room with my guard raised. There must be someone here, or someone must've been here recently. A pang of guilt hit me low in the gut. What if these people are just like us, just trying to survive? I don't want to take things from fellow survivors when we should be working together. If there is people here, maybe we could strike an accord and agree deal. However, deep down, I know the likelihood of finding a group that was willing to be civil was low. Also, it's not like we have much bargaining power.
"Hello?" I called out, my voice carrying right down to the bottom of the room and reverberating loudly. My question was met with no answer except the low hum of what I suspected to be the generator.
I continued down the factory, the smell of oil only growing more powerful. Through the dark there were some identifiable shapes. Shells of cars complemented with their parts which were scattered haphazardly on the floor. I smiled with satisfaction at finding what we needed, relief washing over me in the form of a comfortable sigh. Now though, wasn't the time to rest on my laurels. Approaching what I presumed to be the manager's office, I swallowed nervously. While reaching out for the doorknob, the door slammed to an open. I expected to be met by something or someone but was met with neither. I stared into the inky darkness of the manager's office, the smell of oil mixing with another new smell.
"Must've been the wind" I rationalised out loud before an awkward chuckle.
I stepped carefully into the dark room, my hand desperately grasping the wall to find the light switch. The lights blinked to power, accompanied by a dull whirling sound. The office looked like a hurricane had torn through it. Splashes of blood littered the walls and the rooms furniture, as did various strike marks from what seemed to be a blunt instrument. It is during this time of observation that I noticed a limp hand poking out from behind the main desk. Morbid curiosity took over as my legs walked me over to the body without any assistance from my brain. Although the scene proved to be far grislier that the one at the cabin, I was able to clamp my hand over my agape mouth before letting out a glass breaking scream. Piled up, were three bodies, all on top of one another. All three had sustained severe blunt trauma to the head, their brains grey matter exposed for all to see. A sea of blood coated everything around the bodies, like some sort of macabre paint spillage. Unlike the corpses at the cabin, these were fresh. No more than perhaps a day. My legs wobbled as I reared up in sheer disgust, bile threatening to jump up the base of my throat. Looking away, I took a series of deep breaths. My thoughts turned to the key, then my eyes turned to the desk before me.
"If I were a betting boy…"
Tip-toeing my way through fractured skull, blood the shade of deep rose, chunks of scattered brain tissue and god-knows-what-else, I approached the desk drawers. My hand fumbled around in the crowded drawer until I heard a tell-tale clink of metal. With hypothesis proved correct; I dashed out of the room with key in hand, not wanting to stay in the same room as that atrocity. While swiftly hurrying out of the room, my hand rapidly rifled for the lights to the work area floor. The fixtures flickered into life, much like the ones in the manager's office, only to reveal someone blocking my way. Perhaps, it would be more apt to say something rather than someone. Honestly, who could even tell the difference anymore? The figure stood in front of me brandished a brutish looking baseball bat with nails tortured into the wood, decorated with a ruby sheen. The enigma wore tattered scraps of what used to be clothes, capped off with a blood smeared mask of the mascot. It lolloped towards me, slow but menacing. In the meantime, I started to back away slowly with arms outstretched.
"W-Wait!" I called out, my hands waving pathetically in front of me. "We don't have to do this!"
My answer came in the form of a bat being hurtled towards me. Evading to my left, i continued to back up. In the back of my mind, I could hear Jin berating me for being too naïve and soft.
"Ngh! Stop!" I pleaded once more, this time my tone evolving into something more commanding. I wasn't quite sure who I was addressing, Jin or my assailant. His unrelenting criticising echoed around my head, growing more incessant by the moment.
As if answering him with actions, the jagged tip on the switchblade sprang into action. Ice trickled through hot veins, my body hunkering down into a more combat ready stance. I had been trained by the best of the best during my three months stuck in the academy, I could do this. Fingers shifted nervously over the knifes handle, eyes nervously watching for the attackers next move. Another shot at my head, answered by the same action on my part. I proceeded to counter, my blade finding its mark in the bottom of the man's stomach. Ripping it out with reckless abandon, I caused blood to spray itself on the walls.
I want to avoid shedding blood if I can, and im willing to risk shedding my own to achieve that but I have to defend myself, especially with so many people counting on me. Expecting to see the aggressor doubled over in pain, I relaxed my shoulders ever so slightly. I was, however, taken aback to see the attacker standing just as solid as before, even with the growing red splotch on his worn shirt. I was so surprised, in fact, that I didn't see the bat race towards me again until very late. The man had flung the instrument at me at the pace of a fastball. I was able to duck to avoid getting an inopportune smack in the face, but I wasn't lucky enough or fast enough to avoid the vicious kick that followed it. I skated along the floor for a good couple of metres, my weapon following me. Before I could reach my defence, the assailant pinned me to the floor. While trying to wrestle him off, he snuck a blow into a gap in my guard. Taking this opportunity, the attacker moved his legs up higher up my body to pin my arms down with his knees. I struggled desperately to myself as his hands descended onto my throat. My vision distorted and pooled as a tight grip chocked my windpipe. I pawed frantically for the knife that I vaguely recognised as somewhere to my left, but the man's knee kept me stuck. My head got lurched forward before being smashed down hard on the concrete floor. As a result, my vision blacked out completely for a second. When it came back, dark shades were gloomier and the lighter shades painfully lively and glinting. I could feel my resolve wain as I begged for air. That was until the assailant made a slight adjustment, giving me just enough room to weasel my left arm from its prison.
I whipped my left arm around, my fist crumbling the mask. This hurt like hell, knuckles ached dully. Ignoring the pain, my hand dived for the knife. I faintly registered the metallic silver flash, before it disappeared again into the man's neck. The assailants own heart worked against him as it pumped his lifeblood out of his newly made wound. The blade was unceremoniously removed as the tables turned. Before I knew it, I was on top with my arms descending onto the masked figure. The soft paper of the mask stood no chance as the knife punctured through it, right between the two painted eyes. The sick cracking sound of bones snapping filled the room, harmonising with the sounds of the man's death throes and the spitting of crimson in a twisted opera. In neither a forgiving or merciless mood, instinct persuaded me to rear my arms up on more time and stab my enemy for the last time. I crawled away from the newly created corpse, bile spilling up my contused windpipe. There probably would've been more vomit if it wasn't for the fact there wasn't much in my gut to throw up. Instead, my body forced me to dry retch and cough as I collapsed on the floor near the growing puddle of blood and sick. I started to drift off a little, my body laid out on the icy floor.
"How unlucky am I exactly"
A painful shoulder, a sore stomach wound, warped vision, bruised up neck, covered in someone else's blood, a good amount of guilt hanging over me.
"Oh, that unlucky"
Could be worse though, besides, whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Unfortunately, I wasn't really one for putting much stock in expressions. To avoid being caught in the tide of the spreading pool of blood, I got to my feet. I peeked over my shoulder to look at the mess I made. I regretted it, immediately longing for fresh air. A spark of energy ignited itself in the bottom of my gut, pushing me to the door to drink in the fresh air. Staggering through the door, cool wind filled deprived lungs. Standing there for a momentary peaceful moment, I drank what felt like the nectar of gods. Vision still blurry and distorted, I continued towards the gate with key in hand. When I eventually unlocked the gate with numb fingers, I was met with five pairs of eyes gawking back at me.
XxX
The comfort of new clothes felt sinfully good against my tired skin. Not surprising really, considering my last ones were pretty much ruined. Mukuro had dashed to a store a block or so away to pick out some new threads. Just a simple pair of jeans and a white tee. Not that I minded, I wasn't really a flashy dresser anyways. Upon seeing me, Hina frogmarched me back inside to inspect me. The only other room aside from the main working space and the manager's office was what appeared to be a break room. At least that's what it used to be. Now, it was the generator room and probably where the assailant was hiding. Oowada was working on a getting two of the uncomplete vehicles road worthy with the help of Hagakure and Mukuro, while I was being given a look over by Hina and Kyoko. Well, more like Hina was while the detective looked on wordlessly. I talked to the swimmer about the events that had happened, her reassuring presence felt nice as she inspected my stomach wound. That was until a shrill clang sounded from down the hallway, followed by a grunt of pain. Seconds later, Oowada appeared in the doorway.
"Oi, Hina" The biker called, his large paws holding the side of the door as he peeped around. The swimmer made a slightly annoyed hum of acknowledgement as she continued to tend to my stomach. "The fucking idiot dropped a damn spanner on his foot, can you come check him or something"
Hina sighed loudly, rubbing her eyes in the process.
"Alright, im coming" She said, throwing me my shirt in the process of standing up. "I'll be back for you soon Naegi so don't move" She instructed. I couldn't help but smile slightly, she sure was taking her job seriously.
The swimmer bounded out of the room, but not before shooting a pointed finger at me. "I mean it"
She then galloped down the halls, calling Hagakure's name in the process. My attention naturally turned to the detective sitting opposite me. She too wore a smile, even though it was only a slight curling of lips. This, like most of her smiles unfortunately, dissipated quickly to be replaced by the renowned iron mask. Shame too, she always looked her best when she smiled.
"How are you feeling?" She inquired in her normal business like tone that always accompanied the iron mask.
"Oh, I'm okay!" I reassured with a nonchalant wave of the hand and a bashful grin, my automatic response.
Her eyes narrowed along with a set of furrowed brows. She studied me, watching me squirm slightly under her gaze. She had seen right through me, like I was made of glass. It wasn't like I lied to her on purpose though, it was more of a knee-jerk reaction. The detective stood from her seat, the legs of the chairs scrapping across the floor with a sharp squeak. She approached me, sitting neatly on the chair that Hina was sitting in previously.
"You said to Hina that you got hit on the back of the skull"
She leaned over, gloved hand reaching out to my face. I flinched slightly at the sudden contact of her hand on my bruised neck. I couldn't help but think this would look quite auspicious from the hallway, causing a small blush to bloom on my cheeks. I turned away, trying to hide my embarrassment, while her fingers ghosted their way to the back of my neck.
"Aah!" I yelled suddenly in a mix of shock and pain. Her index finger gently, but deliberately pushed down on the area that connected the top of my spine to my skull. Right where the assailant has smacked me against the floor only a half an hour or so ago.
"Oh" She voiced, her face plastered with intentionally obvious fake surprise. "I thought you said you were fine?" The sarcastic surprise was soon replaced by a cocky smirk, satisfied that she'd caught me up in my own lie. "Has your vision been fuzzy at all?" She asked, this time with her usual level tone. Her long elegant fingers continued to ghost their way round my neck, this time conscious of the bruising.
"It was when I first got hit, but its cleared up a little" I answered, my voice quavering slightly as I tried not to wince at the detective's carefully placed touches.
The detective then abruptly removed the gloved hands from my neck, returning them to sit on her lap. Meanwhile, I leaned back in my chair now I wasn't being inspected. She looked pensive for a moment, choosing the right words to say perhaps.
"The back of the head is where the visual cortex is located, thankfully it seems you haven't damaged it extensively but you may still suffer some symptoms like nausea, dizziness and distortion of colours" She explained.
"O-Oh right" I replied, slightly taken aback at the potential gravity of my sustained injuries.
"Makoto. You gain no advantage from hiding things from me, and the rest of the group. You only set yourself and, by extension, the group at a disadvantage" She commented sternly as she relaxed into her seat.
I casted my gaze downwards stiffly, feeling rather inadequate. "Sorry…"
I didn't dare look up, but I heard the detective let out a little exasperated sigh.
"Promise me from now on you will allow yourself to share your problems even if it's just with me, it's important to have someone you can bounce your issues and worries off"
I tipped my head back up, looking at her from behind my sweaty bangs. The ends of her perfectly soft pink lips twitched up slightly, her eyes holding a degree of concern. I scratched my cheek, a little embarrassed, but happier with her reassurance. I placed my elbow on the corner of the table, my pinkie finger pointed at the detective.
"I promise as long as you promise to the same thing" I agreed with a grin.
She glanced down to the outstretched digit then back up, slight confusion clouding her features.
"What does this mean?" She wondered, glancing back down again with a puzzled expression.
"O-Oh well, m-me and you used to have this tradition of sealing promises with a pinkie swear…" I explained in a rather ham-fisted manner. It did seem kind of childish in retrospect but it was one of the many unwritten laws and quirks our friendship had. "A- I… Don't worry, it just a silly li- "
I was promptly halted by the feeling of her leathered little finger coil leisurely and calmly around my own. She was looking me dead in the eyes, and I swear I haven't seen a person more attractive. Her lilywhite features, framed by waves of silky lavender hair that still seemed glossy even after everything that has happened, were coloured by a faint colouring of rose which im sure she was desperately trying to hide under the layers of her mask. She quickly peered away for a second to school her expression, a second too long for my liking.
"I agree to your terms" She approved after an awkward cough. Jewels of amethyst danced, searching my face for a positive reaction. I, not burdened with the need to keep my expression under wraps, blushed heavily as my loose shirt felt as though it was tightening around my damaged neck.
It took a lot of self-control not to splutter out the things on my mind, but a tender squeeze would suffice. My heart pumped erratically when she returned the sentiment on instinct, most likely not a conscious decision on her part. She coughed awkwardly to break to the silence for the second time in about thirty seconds.
"A-Anyways" She announced, the mask back in business fully now. "While we are on the matter. When I asked if you were okay, I didn't necessarily mean physically"
"Huh?" I responded, only now relinquishing my grip on her pinkie.
She flicked her head towards the main room, down the hall.
"Well considering what happened down there, how are you feeling?"
"Good question"
I contemplated the question silently, my gaze pointed at the floor.
"I don't know…" I muttered dumbly, face growing numb.
"Talk to me" She replied, her voice matching my own quiet tone.
"On one hand… I feel horrible… I ended that person's life, and they used to be a regular person just like you and I. The sounds and the things I saw… They'll haunt me forever" Legs shaking rapidly and voice cracking, I dragged a hand through my dishevelled hair. "But on the flipside, I couldn't just let myself die… And in the back of my mind, I automatically justified it because, he was endangering not just my live, but all of ours and others either directly or indirectly... If I let him live, he would continue to act as a danger to our group and to other survivors he could come across…"
"It's perfectly normal to feel guilty Makoto" She reassured, the facade refusing to fall now. "Unfortunately, the world that we live in will ask much of us...You weren't wrong to do what you did, you did what you needed to do to protect yourself and the group"
"I suppose so, doesn't stop me from feeling horrible though" I sighed tiredly, picking myself out of my chair. "But thank you for listening Kyoko, it felt good to push that off my chest"
"You don't need to thank me" She replied as she mimicked my action.
"Well, how about you share now" I offered, an encouraging smile urging her on.
The detective took a moment of thoughtful consideration before opening her mouth to reply. However, she was interrupted by a loud rumbling from inside the main work area which was followed by loud whooping and howling.
"Later then?" I exclaimed as my tired legs began to carry me out of the room
Kyoko followed suit, her boots clicking loudly in the hallway after me.
"Later it is then"
A/N
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