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A/N: Huzzah part two has been updated *throws glitter* It took a while, but I did it and that matters. Enjoy!
It had to be though.
Why else would she think that the person under that mask was her friend.
Her deceased friend she might add.
She leaned against the wall of the building, sighing through her nose as she rested her head on the surface with the sound of her helmet giving out a small thump. Wincing, she rubbed her sore wrists, the place where he had gripped when he whirled them around. He was strong, his grip was firm when he clasped his long fingers around them, and he easily defeated her when she was busy gawking at him.
Snorting, she flexed her hand in front of her.
"Gogo?"
She tensed when she heard footsteps coming at her way, disks ready, but then relaxed when Honey came running towards her, one of her chemical capsules in her hand. "Gogo?" She called out again, slowing down when she saw her friend slumped on the wall. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you anywhere?"
Gogo shook her head, straightening herself when Honey stood beside her, resting a hand on her forearm. "I'm fine," She replied wearily, feeling physically and emotionally drained. "He escaped, again," She clenched her jaw, frustration boiling under her chest. "Could have gone faster."
"No, you'll strain yourself," Honey informed her. Gogo was aware how she was being studied by the eyes of her friend, looking for any injuries that needed to be looked at immediately. At least, looking for wounds that she could see. "Are you sure you're okay? You seemed a little, well," Honey pursed her lips, her eyes filled with worry. "Startled. Like you just saw a ghost emerging in front of you."
Oh, she couldn't be more true.
Gogo wanted to laugh at how ridiculously accurate she had hit home, but only settled for shaking her head, patting the hand on her forearm for reassurance. "I'm fine, Honey. He managed to get away, that's all," Her eyes darken. "More like I let him get away."
Honey gave her a symphethatic glance, withdrew her hand as she kept the small sphere back in her handbag-like compartment. And then, she switched off the comm. at the side of her helmet, to which she gestured for Gogo to do the same as well. With an eyebrow quirked at her strange antics, she hesitantly did the same, curiously searching her friend's face as she waited for an explanation.
"What really happened, Gogo?" Honey said quietly, and the shorter girl widen her eyes in bewilderment. "I know that you had a conversation with him just now, I heard you talking."
Gogo's mouth turned dry, and some sort of dread sunk in her stomach. "We weren't having a conversation," She started, thinking of the correct words to tell her friend. "I was trying to make him talk, to tell me who he was. But of course, he didn't say anything."
"He said something, didn't he?" Honey questioned. "I wasn't able to hear the words properly, but I could have sworn it was," She stopped herself, before shaking her head slightly. "I know it sounds impossible but I thought it could have been Tadashi," She ended her words in a whisper. And then she took a breath. "Anyway, what did he say?"
Gogo couldn't help but feel relief trickling a bit in her chest. She wasn't the only one then, she wasn't the only one who thought that the person who tried to rob them was once a friend of theirs. She thought she might go mad. "Conscience doth make cowards of us all," She replied, her brows furrowed as she tried to remember why the words sounded familiar. "Macbeth?"
Honey shook her head. "Hamlet," She grinned. "Someone just sprouted Shakespeare on you, how romantic." She proceeded to bat her lashes playfully at her, giggling when Gogo scowled in disgust.
"Not romantic at all," She muttered. Pursing her lips, she met her friend's gaze. "You thought he sounded like Tadashi?"
Honey sobered up, the playful smile dropped a bit. "I-I thought he sounded like him," She stammered, twisting the strap of her bag in her hands. "Because he really does."
"But he's gone," Gogo didn't know who she was trying to reason more, to Honey or herself. The hope she was feeling was disgusting. "We had a burial for him."
"An empty casket," Honey said quietly, darting her eyes to the ground.
Closing her eyes, she tried to push away all the sorrow that emerged again she felt during that day at the back of her mind, how she felt as if they were dishonouring him by not having a body to bury, only lowering a black empty box six feet under their feet.
She took a deep breath, opening her eyes again. "The guy is not Tadashi," She insisted, flexing her wrist. "Look can we just discuss this later? Please? We can't dwell on the fact that he might or might not be Tadashi, we don't know that for sure, but I definitely think he's not Tadashi," She felt like she's lying to herself, but she was going to try listen to her own words. For her own good. She sighed, shooting Honey a weak smile. "Okay?"
Honey responded with one of her own. "Okay," She broaden her shoulders, heaving out a breath. "We have to contact the others," Fiddling with her comm., she switched it on. "Hiro," She called out as Gogo followed suit. "Hiro, do you hear me?"
"Yeah," He answered. "We've been trying to contact both of you, what happened?"
"We had some problems," Gogo quickly answered, shooting Honey a look. "But we're fine now. How's Wasabi?"
"I'm fine," Their friend answered this time answered. "Baymax's patching me up, he'll be done in a while," He inhaled sharply, cursing under his breath. Gogo realised that the wounds might be worse than Wasabi seemed to lead on. "We can't discuss anything in my place, people will notice. Some probably heard the noises we made."
Honey looked at her worriedly, and she pursed her lips. "We go to my place then," Hiro suggested. "In the garage, and hope Aunt Cass thinks we're still at Fred's."
"Or, we keep your word and just be at my place," Fred answered. "Easier. The house's empty anyway."
Gogo was surprised to hear some sort of sorrow at the end of the sentence, completely different from how he was just now. She assumed he tried to hide it, but she could distinguish it nonetheless. "Alright," She answered. "But we'll have to wait for you, Hiro," Gogo met Honey's gaze. "We need a ride. "
When Gogo saw the backyard of the mansion, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't know how long she could hold onto Baymax's leg any longer.
Since Wasabi couldn't move as much as he would without ripping open his wound, both of them had to switch places with her usual place on Baymax's back, while she had to hang onto his leg for dear life.
Once Baymax was near enough to the ground when he was descending, she leaped down, sliding a couple feet to the front to stabilize herself. The others followed suit, with the exception of Wasabi still on Baymax's back.
They all quickly went inside the house, and made their way to Fred's collection room, slamming the door close. Wasabi lowered himself gently on the couch with Honey's guidence as Baymax leaned forward to make their work much easier. Wasabi winced as he tried to make himself comfortable, holding onto his bandaged side. "That's it," He grunted, leaning against the couch. He had his suit off, stuffed inside a bag he had sling on his shoulder. He put it on the floor, hearing the sound of the parts colliding against one another. "I'm making myself a full armour once I can fully stand."
Gogo took off her helmet -settling it aside on the table- and then took one strip of bubble gum from the packet she left there for emergencies -in other words, when she ran out- and unwrapped it, popping it into her mouth. "Could have been worst," She commented, sitting beside him as she unattached the disks from her ankles. "But I'm glad you're okay."
"He got away though," He grumbled as the others took off pieces of their suits as well.
"What exactly happened?" Honey asked as she held onto her helmet. "He didn't manage to take anything did he?"
He shook his head. "Nah, I saw him before he had the chance," He let a grin stretched on his face. "He thought I didn't see him sneaking inside my house like a rat.
"Which way did he went in through?" Fred questioned, getting out of his suit. "The ventilating fan? The bathroom? Or some hole he managed to squeeze in?"
Wasabi cocked an eyebrow. "Ah, no. The kitchen," He huffed. "I forgot to shut the window close just now, and see what happened after that."
Gogo could particularly feel the curious gaze Hiro was currently shooting her, and she met it with a bored look as she blew her gum, popping it between her teeth. "Anything you want to say, Hiro?"
He blinked, and then gave a wry a smile. "I spaced out, sorry. But then, now that you asked," He tossed himself on the couch beside her, resting his elbows onto his knees. "What happened when you were chasing the guy?"
She continued chewing her gum nonchalantly, and she could actually feel the look Honey was drilling at the side of her skull as they all waited for her to answer. She sighed, tugging on the strand of purple hair. "Well, he got away of course, and like I told you he climbed the wall of the building like a 'Spiderman wannabe'," She raised both eyebrows pointedly at Fred, to which he grinned cheekily. "And he said a few words."
"What?" Hiro asked eagerly.
She took a deep breath. "Conscience doth make cowards of us all," When he furrowed his brows in confusion, she scoffed. "Hamlet."
He looked surprised. "Shakespeare?"
"How cute." Fred snickered.
She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. "Not," She said flatly. "He's basically saying that he won't tell us who he is, like he would want to anyway," She paused. "The rest of you didn't hear what he said back there?"
"We were a little preoccupied with Wasabi," Hiro informed as he gestured to the man with a slight wave of his hand. "So, we didn't exactly notice," He rubbed his cheeks. "Oh man," He groaned. "I'm just glad he didn't take anything."
"Yet," Fred pointed out.
"We just have to wait if he's coming to get us again," Honey spoke up. "He probably would, since he hasn't been to Freddie's and mine houses yet," Then, her eyes lit up. "How about we just transfer the blueprints of our suits into one disk or chip, and let Hiro keep it with him for a while. Since the masked man had been to Hiro's place, chances of him going there again would be slim, unless he would want something else but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't," She quickly added when Hiro's face started to etch with worry. "One person would keep it hidden with them, and we just switch between ourselves so that the man wouldn't know which one of us would have it," She searched every one of their faces, waiting for a reaction. "Is that okay?"
Personally, Gogo thought that would work, the masked man wouldn't exactly know where the blueprints would be. "We'll have to bring the chip, disk, whatever is it we're going to put them in, with us so that we'll have assurance that it's really with us," She subconsciously rubbed her wrist. "Agreed?"
"Scan completed."
Startled, she jerked her head towards Baymax's way, where the robot was standing just a few feet in front of her, facing her way. "It seems you have bruises encircled around your wrists," He continued. "On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"
She shot Hiro a dirty look, to which he raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I didn't tell him to do anything," He stood up and made his way to the robot. "I've updated him, so that he could scan the moment someone feels a glimpse of pain," He grinned proudly. "Cool huh?"
"Yeah, cool." She replied dryly.
"It seems you have a slight rise in your blood pressure and your hormones are currently on a high scale as well,"
Fred coughed. "PMS." He ducked from the cushion she chucked at him.
"On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your pain?"
"Zero." She countered flatly.
"So, it's settled then?" Wasabi questioned. "We'll give the blueprints to Hiro, and then we switch, a person a day."
"How about him then?" Honey asked.
"Fox Face? Well, we catch him, duh!" He stood up, grinning. "That's the only way we take him down, and then, we make him tell us why he wants our suits," He cracked his knuckles. "Oh, yeah."
"Hold on there, Lizard Face," Wasabi held up a hand. "We can't just bulldoze our way in, we gotta have a plan."
"That's the plan," Fred insisted. "We wait, and then we take him down. There's nothing much we can do but wait."
"I'm impressed," Gogo smirked. "Never thought you'd be good at this."
"Well," He puffed up. "When you spent half of your life reading some moves, you start to think like them. "
"Moves?"
He gestured to those shelves of neatly stacked comic books, an eyebrow quirked.
"Of course." Wasabi rolled his eyes.
"So," Honey pursed her lips, leaning against the wall beside the shelves, wrapping an arm around her stomach. "We wait?"
Gogo nodded, sighing through her nose as she leaned back on the couch. "We wait."
"Gogo?" Hiro called. "You think you need your wrists checked?"
She gazed at them for a while, before giving up by starting to peel off her gloves. "Knock yourself out."
When she had one glove off, she pursed her lips at how purple her skin was, the obvious shape of fingers were imprinted around her wrist. "He's so dead," She muttered as she tugged on the other one.
"Definitely," Wasabi agreed. "I'll hold him down, you punch him in the face. Repeatedly."
"With pleasure."
Fred snorted as Baymax started to spray some sort of liquid on her skin. "I'd like to see that."
Baymax then proceeded to dab it with a piece of cloth, before wrapping her wrists with bandages. "Thank you, Baymax." Gogo said quietly.
He stood back. "It is only my job as a healthcare companion."
She gave a small smile. "I know it is."
Fred's butler, Heathcliff, send them home.
Gogo tossed the bag that contained her suit beside her bed, not bothering to change her clothes as she collapsed on the mattress, arms spread to the sides as she let out a breath.
What a day.
She just lay there, staring up the ceiling as the shadows danced at the corners, thinking about her conversation with Honey at the alley.
So, she wasn't crazy.
That, for one, was a relief.
It couldn't be possible though, what man that had been burned alive in fire, with the building exploding the moment he went in, would survive in that type of condition? He should have instantly died, with the harmful chemicals that were exposed to the air, the reaction of them all could make him suffocate when he inhaled the tainted oxygen. The substances would burn and irritate his skin, and the fire would only encourage them more.
It was impossible, truly and fully, for anyone to survive.
Then, why did that man -that voice- bother her so much?
Because he sounded like Tadashi.
Spot on.
She rubbed her face with both her hands, heaving out a sigh. She had to get Fox Face out of her mind. He wasn't Tadashi, he wasn't the nice man who had always smiled at her at the lab in the morning, not the same Tadashi who would always lean on the counter of her working space when she was still working late at night, offhand remarks would be tossed between them after he bought a fresh of newly made mug of coffee for her and himself. Especially not the same Tadashi who would steal a kiss on her cheek every time he had a chance.
Certainly not him.
He was gone.
Abruptly, she sat on her bed, angry at how she was thinking about him. Again.
"Stop it," She muttered, rising from her bed as she grabbed the bag, making her way to her desk near the window. She dumped it on the desk, and started to take out her suit when something caught her eye, causing her to freeze.
On the window still, lay a beautiful full-bloomed white lily, with the street light catching on its orange pollens, making it more vibrant than before. There were no leaves on the stem, it was cleaned cut, empty, exception for the small card that was tied with a red ribbon.
She hesitantly took it in her hand, studying it carefully as she twirled it around with her fingers. Then, she flipped open the card, eyes flitting on the jotted message.
Nevermore.
Confused, she carefully folded it back, gazing out of the window.
And what was that supposed to mean?
She didn't know, but she had a guess who gave it to her. The ribbon was a dead giveaway. Or, he meant to do that. Whatever the reason he left this particular flower to her, it sounded like a warning, like he was never going to get caught by her ever again, and she wasn't supposed to get near him.
She pursed her lips as she set the plant on the table, the sweet smell of the flower passed her nose. She continued her task of taking out her suit, once in a while glancing at flower on the table. Once she took out her helmet, she noticed something particular about it.
She brought it closer to her face, squinting at a small black circle near her comm. When she easily got it off, she realised with a start that it was magnetic. Turning it over, she found out what it was.
A mic.
Her blood turned cold when she remembered that it wasn't on her when she first tried to catch the masked man, which could only mean he had put it there when he had caught her surprised, he had the chance when he whirled them around back at the alley.
She threw it on the table, taking a hammer and hit it hard a few times, destroying it as it came apart.
Breathing heavily through her nose, she glared at the mic.
He heard every conversation they had just now. Which means, he knew the plan.
She had to call Hiro.
Taking out her phone, she pressed the speed dial button of Hiro's contacts, and waited for him to answer as she continued glaring at the piece, mind racing with ways to dismentle a sly fox's body and throw the carcass in the ditch somewhere.
"Hello?" He yawned.
"Hiro," She quickly said, eyes then darting around the room, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "He put a mic on us."
"Wait, what?" There were sounds of sheets being dragged at the background. "Gogo, wha-?"
"Fox Face put a mic on us," She hissed, eyes landing on the flower. She tighten her hold on her phone. "He heard every single word we said through that damned thing, he knows the plan. He knows we're going to give the blueprints to you, and will most likely come to you later. We have to change it, STAT."
There was a pause. "Bring it tomorrow, and then we'll discuss about this later with the others."
"There's no-"
"Gogo," He but her off gently, making her shut her mouth. "Please."
She closed her eyes, resting her forehead on her hand with her jaw clenched, forcing herself not to snap at him. He sounded so much like Tadashi with that tone, so much like him when he tried to calm her down when her anger was rising. She hated when that happened, hated it with every core. It was unnerving.
She heaved out a sigh. "Fine, try sleeping with an eye open tonight." Without so much of waiting for an answer, she ended the call.
Now, the white flower looked like as if it was taunting her, and the ribbon wasn't helping much.
She left it there, disgusted at it as she stormed to the bathroom -grabbing her change of clothes along the way- and slammed the door close.
They met again at Hiro's garage the next night.
"Well," Hiro commented as he had a look at it under the large magnifying glass that was attached to the wall. "You've broken it."
Gogo snorted, crossing her arms. "Wouldn't want him to listen to anything else now, would we?"
"Dude, that thing is a whole new level of creepy." Fred remarked as all of them leaned forward to have a look.
"No shit," Wasabi replied as he made a face.
Honey squinted at it, pushing her glasses back. "Why is he doing this? Why would he want our suits so desperately that he would want to listen to our everything we say?"
Hiro leaned back, rubbing the nape of his neck with a hand. "To use them as one big weapon? Maybe? I don't know?" He met their gazes. "You guys got your blueprints?"
Wasabi got a small disk of his own out from his pants pocket with his eyebrows raised, and tossed it towards Hiro, who caught it with a hand. "All of us transferred the blueprints there," The man informed him as he pushed himself away from the table, rolling his way to the table on the opposite side of the room. "It's just you and Baymax left."
Hiro shoved it into his laptop, and the sound of rapid typing filled the room as his fingers flew over the keyboard. "We still haven't figure out why he wants these though," He pointed out as he opened a file, going through the blueprints that were in it. "And why made the trouble to do so."
"Probably making evil versions of them," Fred then twisted his body into a karate move. "So that they could take us down."
Wasabi shrugged as he watched Hiro transferring his own suit and Baymax's into the file. "Maybe, whatever it is we have to hang onto that thing and hope he doesn't get it. The dude would probably fight tooth and nail to have it."
"Which is why, I hang onto to it," Gogo added, asking for the disk by outstretching her hand. "Change of plans."
Hiro saved everything and took it off from his laptop, tossing it to her, to which she caught with a hand. "Then, who are you gonna switch with tomorrow?"
She pointed the disk towards Honey's way. "Twenty-four hours later, this thing will be in her hands, and by then we catch this creep who's been trashing people's houses and goes through our personal stuff just because we have something he hasn't."
"And hope this time we really catch him," Honey agreed.
"Right!" Fred cheered, jumping slightly as he feigned throwing punches in front of him, imagining as if the enemy was really there. "First, we demand some answers from him, and once we force him to tell us all his probably lame plans, we'll kick his ass to the moon with my new fire blaster-"
"Oh!" Wasabi suddenly exclaimed, looking excited as he stood up. "That reminds me. Y'all just wait here, there's something I wanna show all of you." Then, he pulled the garage door open, making his way to his car at the side of the road.
Gogo and the others stared at each other in confusion, but followed their friend, standing at the entrance as they watch him bend over in his boot, going through his belongings to find his required object.
"Uh, Wasabi?" Hiro called out, shoving his hands in his pockets. "What are you doing?"
There was a grunt. "Looking for the thing I've been meaning to show y'all."
"What?" Gogo cautioned.
He waved a hand dismissively. "You'll see."
Honey's eyes brightened as the corner of her mouth started to stretch into a smile. "New weapons?"
Wasabi straightened himself, and Gogo could see that he was holding onto something that was wrapped in a piece of cloth in his hand. He grinned. "Bingo." He then walked back to the garage, pulling the door close.
"Now, y'all have to go back a bit," He warned. "Wouldn't want to get hurt by this."
Gogo along with the others took two steps back, curiously waiting for their friend to explain as he unveiled it, and there resting on his palm were two hilts, about twenty to twenty-five centimetres in length and three centimetres in width.
Fred was starting to hyperventilate as he pointed to them, unable to stay still when he was making small jumps in his spot. "Dude," He laughed breathlessly. "Is that what I think that is?"
Wasabi chuckled, tossing the other hilt into his other hand, and held them up to show his friends. "This, my friends, are made from various type of materials, but the main thing I put in this is metal. Neuranium, cortosis, mandalorian iron, you know, those sort of things. But," He held a finger when Fred opened his mouth. "They're not lightsabers."
"Then, what are they?" Honey asked curiously as Fred groaned.
Wasabi smiled. "I'll show you."
He proceeded to press a red button on each hilt, and Gogo could feel her eyes widen in amazement when more metal shot out from the hilt, attached to each other that they became one long thin metal. They were smooth in structure, it started out a bit thicker near the hilt, just a centimetre lesser than it, and then it decreased in size as it went to the end, ending it as if it was a snake's tail. The white garage light made it look shiny as it reflected on it, making it more impressive. Gogo realised that Wasabi created lassos.
"Now, here's the best part," He then pressed another small black button beside the red one, and Gogo could see the whips had lit up with his signature light and dark blue, the plasmas cackled when he moved the whips a bit.
Hiro walked nearer towards one of the whips, mouth agape with wonder. "Are those your plasmas?"
"Careful," Wasabi cautioned. "And yes, they are. Could cut something clean, much cleaner than the plasmas I usually wear. With just a whip, this thing could cut your hand and you wouldn't even realised for a few seconds that your actually handless until you start screaming in agony."
Gogo raised an eyebrow. "Remind me not to get on your bad side."
"That is so cool!" Honey gushed as she stood beside Wasabi. She glanced at him. "So this was the thing you've been doing?"
He nodded. "Yup," He switched the plasma off. "I had actually been working on it for a while, even before all this shebang took place."
Hiro grinned. "Maybe you should make plasma shurikens."
"And risk making people armless too? I'll think about it."
"Or," Fred interjected. "You could make me a laser beam."
Wasabi shot him a look. "Fred, how many times do I have to tell you, I won't make some clichèd laser from some clichèd comic book or movie."
"It's not clichèd!"
While the both of them were having their routine arguments, Gogo heard something particular that made her glance up. She brushed it off as probably Mochi or Cass walking on the wooden floor, since that usually happens in the middle of night when there weren't any people to drown it out. But her eyes darted up to the ceiling again when she heard it, the sound of a person walking. It sounded heavier than Cass' usual light flitting steps, and she could hardly hear when Mochi walks, even if he had jumped from the top of the cabinet.
"What's wrong?"
She glanced to the side, and saw that Honey had made her way to her side, eyes darting from her to the ceiling.
Gogo blew her gum, popping the bubble gum between her teeth as she met her friend's eyes. "Nothing," She replied simply. "I'm just going to the toilet for a while," She was about to turn away when she paused. "You don't mind if I borrow one of you capsules, do you?"
Honey stared at her oddly, brows furrowed in confusion. "I don't mind, but why?"
Gogo shrugged as she continued chewing her gum nonchalantly. "Ah, science purposes."
Honey chuckled, pressing a few buttons on the handbag-like compartment she had slung on her shoulder, and then one of the bright coloured capsules popped out from one end of the bag. Honey hold it out to her. "I still don't know why you need this, but don't get yourself stuck in it, it's like a giant version of your bubble gum."
Gogo took it from her, nodding as she tossed it into the air and caught it lightly in her hand. "Thank you," She smiled as she kept it in her backpack, zipping it close. "Now, if you excuse me."
She gave her signature two finger salute, and left the garage with the sound of bickering boys behind her. Closing the door of the garage, she trotted up the stairs, determined to find out that mysterious sound as her eyes darted everywhere. As she did so, she took out one of her disks, just in case. She made her way up the stairs that led to Hiro's bedroom, careful to be silent as she passed the kitchen, where Cass was talking into the land phone. She slowed her steps when she made to the second part of the stairs, inching her way up.
She crouched once she was at the top of the stairs, leaning against the wall. After a quiet breath, she poked her head from the wall, and there standing with his back faced to her, was the masked man.
Well, well.
He was typing something on Hiro's laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard as she saw multiple windows being opened and closed, and saw prints of documents on the screen flittingly passed.
She smiled grimly, rising slowly from her crouching position and made her way towards him, the hand that held the disk raised above her head.
She was about to take a swipe on him when suddenly he whirled around, catching her wrist and kicked behind the back of her legs, hitting her on the back with the heel of his palm roughly, causing her to kneel on the ground with a sharp breath released.
Struggling to get up, she gritted her teeth as she watched him escape from the window near Hiro's bed, jumping down to the ground.
She quickly ran down, ignoring the shout of surprise from Cass as she bursted her way out of the front door, and saw that he was making a run for it on a black motorcycle, and she realised with a start that it was actually hers.
"What the-" She frantically patted her pockets, and when she came out empty, she unzipped her bag, taking out her boots and disks as she muttered curses under her breath. "Son of a bitch."
She quickly wore them, and then started quickly gliding after him, at the same time wearing her gloves and disks, again ignoring the shouts from her friends. They probably came out when after they heard the engine.
She chased after him, seeing him raced past the few cars on the road, and it was his fortunate day that the road was clear. She already had a plan in her head, but that could risk getting her precious bike crushed. She again unzipped the backpack, taking out the capsule Honey gave her. Pressing the capsule to her lips, she muttered a sorrow apology to her bike. She threw the capsule towards her bike, and it hit the back tyre. Pink goo then broke out of the sphere ball, consuming the whole tyre entirely that the bike was abruptly stopped by it.
It caused the masked man to fly forward, but he managed to land with agile, somersaulting before he stood up, running away again as he made his way to the alley.
"Oh no you don't," She murmured, throwing a disk to the back of his legs. It hit him hard, causing him to fall painfully just at the entrance of the alley, rolling on the ground that he was hidden by the shadows of the narrow space. She skidded to a stop beside him, squatting to the ground and then slammed him roughly to the wall, his suit bunched around his fingers as she glared at his masked face.
"And here we are again," She smiled sardonically, noticing at how he didn't protest, again. "We have to stop meeting like this, it's getting old schooled."
To her surprise, he let out a chuckle. "A little meeting in a dark place with a beautiful woman was never actually my thing, I'd prefer somewhere with more light if you will."
She swallowed a ball lodged in her throat when she heard the voice again. It's him, it's him, no, it's not what the hell are you thinking. She tighten her hold on him. "Sure you would." She replied stoickly.
He tilted his head to the side. "Aren't you curious?"
"About what?"
"About me."
She pursed her lips. "I don't answer to criminals, especially cocky bastards who think they know everything."
She could have sworn he smirked. "Not even a little?"
"No."
"Well then, I'll just show you."
She could feel her heart rate increased when he raised his hand to the mask, but she gripped his arm, stopping him from doing so. "Stop," She said quietly. "I don't need to know who you are, I just need answers to why the hell are you actual stealing the blueprints to our suits."
He stared at her, and she could actually feel his eyes boring into her soul, as if he was slowly prodding her. "Scared?"
"Like hell I am," She snapped. "And don't change the subject, you ass, answer me."
"I can't tell you."
She raised an eyebrow. "Of course you can, you have a mouth and a voice box, like all homosapiens do, so speak."
He sighed. "You wouldn't believe me."
She brought her face nearer to the mask, anger flashing in her eyes. "At this point, I've seen things that could be weirder than you'd ever know, so you better speak up, bub, or so help me I will hunt you down."
He slid his face to the side of her face, so that they were cheek to cheek, causing her to freeze. "And continue this game of fox and hound?" He whispered, causing her to clench her jaw. "You're actually willing to do that, Gogo?"
She riled back, staring at him with wide eyes. "How did you-"
She didn't manage to finish her sentence when he tucked in his legs and kicked her off him, causing her to crash to the opposite wall.
The air was knocked out of her from the impact, and as she tried to blink her dizziness away, she saw him getting away. Gritting her teeth, she took a careful aim of her disk to him, and swung it into an arc. With a sharp whistle, the disk flew over to him, hitting him at the side of his face that the mask fell off, thrown over a few feet away. Wincing, she walked over with a hand to her abdomen, where he had kicked her earlier.
He had an arm planted on the wall to steady himself, head bowed over as he massage the side of his face, the place where she had thrown her equipment, his face covered by the raised arm. When her feet scraped the ground, he stiffen.
"Do that again," She growled, stopping just three feet out of his reach. "Do that again, and I swear I won't be so nice as I was just now."
The hand that cupped his jaw was reluctantly lowered down, as well as the arm. He slowly faced her way, and she reminded herself to breath slowly in and out as she boldly met his dark gaze, her head tilted up slightly.
Tadashi straightening himself fully, giving her the same sweet smile she had always been dreaming of seeing again. It seemed she got her wish, because here he was standing in front of her, breathing.
Alive.
"Gogo."
The materials for Wasabi's lassos are actually from the lightsabers in Star Wars, I borrowed them. So, credits to them.
