This is another chapter. Have some kurumois as an apology for the last chapter.
When Kululu closed his eyes, he couldn't stop thinking about the idea of what was going to happen to him if he failed. The lobotomy. But he couldn't show his doctors that he was unnerved, restless. If they saw any differences in Kululu they would assume he wasn't getting better, and Sai might be taken off the job, something he could not risk since he had invested so much time into her, or figure out that he knew what they were planning for him.
Either way there was no excuse for him to be restless. Frightened. He had never showed the level of fright he held before- his anxieties. So he just had to pretend he was getting sleep.
He tried to close his eyes and think of something different, something aside from the disgusting means that he was using to plan his escape, or what was coming if he failed.
I need to plan things more intimately. I need to use every tool that is obtainable to me. Kululu thought to himself. He imagined the people he knew directly, mostly Sai and Garuru and the other staff as pawns- the Hinata House being a rival king on a chess board he had to capture.
He needed more pawns like Sai. More gullible people who could help him out. After all, Sai did have the means and information on the whole facility being freer than he might ever be, but she still was rather dim-witted and useless.
He needed more of her if he was going to have any chance. But where would he get pawns so gullible? So easy to convince to help him?
The door's swung open to his domain and he mentally hoped it wasn't Sai. He was rather an expert at trying to distract himself as she kissed him, since he wasn't really able to do much of reciprocating since he was usually strapped up for the experience, but he still didn't like it.
It made him uncomfortable. Not as uncomfortable as a lobotomy would be, but still something he wanted to ideally keep to a minimum. He enjoyed the fake sappy pretend sob back stories a lot more.
"Hello, Kululu!" Angol Mois babbled, walking in instead of Sai.
Kululu frowned beneath his mask as he saw her. You're wasting my time even more than usual today. Go! He didn't need another reason to be afraid and restless. And she would definitely add to his list of problems.
She walked in casually and unstrapped his mask. She sat down with a tray of tea.
He was lucky that he usually avoided eye contact with her – she wouldn't notice the bags under his eyes.
"How was your day?" She talked chipperly, trying to be casual.
He didn't respond. He didn't need to. Angol Mois didn't care and started talking about how she was feeling and different recipes of tea that she had looked up, and the history behind tea parties. All meaningless chatter.
Wait...Kululu finally realized. She's about as gullible as they get! And she's one of the few people I know and have contact with that visits me here. The best part of Angol Mois was that he didn't need to seduce her to like him more, being already quite delusional and distant from reality she was under the impression that they were friends. Something that Kululu was happy with taking advantage of and making more in his favor.
He felt a twinge of something in his gut when he thought about manipulating her for her help as she talked to him and made him feel like they were having an actual conversation. Was that twinge guilt? He had done a lot of terrible things in his life but nothing that made him feel guilty. Why would taking advantage of Mois's gullibility be anything to warrant a feeling like this?
Get your head in the game. If you don't it's your brain on the line. Your consciousness. Kululu reminded.
But how could he manipulate her to help? They were constantly monitored now by security cameras, unlike his time with Sai. Since they were doing something 'forbidden' she had been quite happy to turn them off and delete any footage that might get her to lose her job. She had said that it had been for the best since she was in the process of changing him with the power of love.
Kululu looked down at Mois. He had to use her though. He needed more than one ally, more than one factor in his escape. One therapist wouldn't cut it.
Just got to stab her in the back. Betray her trust. It's not like we were friends anyway. She just shoved her own weird feelings on me just like Sai. Kululu reasoned to himself.
He knew however that Mois's feelings weren't out of sick fantasies of having a romance with a patient. Instead she honestly wanted his friendship and didn't have any power over him, unlike the therapists.
He tried not to think about it.
Instead he tried to figure out how to communicate with her and manipulate her without rousing the person on security cameras suspicion. "Speak any other languages?" Kululu finally asked.
He knew that the doctors and staff were rather dim-witted, and even though they all claimed to have gone to medical school it was very unlikely that they hadn't. That sort of stuff couldn't be completed in a year or two, yet all of the doctors seemed rather young. Heck, any other language stuff they probably used google translate for and didn't know it themselves.
Angol Mois was caught off guard by that question. Of Kululu expressing interest in her life and interests and actually asking her things like he wanted to get to know her better outside of the information she easily volunteered about herself. "Yes."
"I mean besides alien languages. Angolian doesn't count." Kululu rolled his eyes. She had told him plenty of times about her delusions.
"I speak a little bit of english too, but I'm by far the most fluent in french." Angol Mois responded.
French. Figures. Her name is 'Angol Mois' and if I remember correctly that name originated from a prophecy in France. She must have been of French descent then. She did look like a foreigner. "I speak french. Ku, ku, ku. Want to practice?"
He was confidant that no one could pick up what they were saying because the staff was dumb. And this would allow him to at least speak with her freely. Good thing I memorize stuff so quickly. Although he didn't know if his pronunciation was spot on he did know that he knew a lot of languages, helped since he had a photographic memory.
Angol Mois perked up. Kululu had never suggested doing something together. "Yes!" She answered enthusiastically in french.
Kululu smiled to himself. Now his plotting could began.
He of course tried to put off whoever was listening from telling anyone about them chatting by having a fake flirtatious voice. People always thought french was a romantic language anyway, they wouldn't know that there was nothing romantic going on about the encounter.
He hoped mentally that Sai didn't see the cameras. He really didn't need her getting in a cat fight with Mois or anything.
They talked for a few minutes as Kululu got used to talking to someone, tried to make Mois feel more comfortable with him and trusting, as he did in all sorts of encounters with people he needed to use.
Okay easy plan. First I need to figure out what uses she could help me with. What purpose she could serve in my plan. Then I need to get her to agree to help me by telling her some sob back story so she trusts me. Kululu thought to himself.
"Tell me about your group. Tell me about your time in the Hinata House. Do you enjoy being in the first floor?" Kululu asked an innocent enough question, hoping Mois would see it as genuine interest in her life. Really he was just using her for information though.
"No! They won't even let me use my cell phone." Angol Mois answered back, not nearly in as seductive of a tone as Kululu. I kind of suspect he's not as fluent as he led me to believe. She decided. Normal people didn't talk like that in causal conversations. "I mean the first floor is very restrictive, but I can imagine it's not as restrictive as up here. There's chain link fences covering the entire courtyard outside, even above our heads so we can't climb out."
Kululu listened intently. So he'd have to somehow break the chain link fence. "Guards?"
"Many. And they watch you all the time. Even when you sleep!" She shivered. "There's nothing you can get away with that they don't see. Even when I'm curled under my sheets in my bed, they're watching me even when my annoying therapist, Pururu, told me that that hurts my restfulness when it comes to sleep! Men watching me makes me uncomfortable."
Kululu hadn't really heard the name of the therapist Pururu. He memorized it and made a mental note. He ignored the little bits of information about Mois, like how that was probably the reason she was very sleepy.
"Well, at least your group is there for you and helps you feel more safe right? What are they like?" Kululu asked. Mois could be used as a tool if need be to gather other pawns- and depending on the usefulness of Mois's group it would make his escape all the easier.
"Not really." Angol Mois shook her head. "I mean besides Fuyuki and Keroro the rest of my group isn't very nice. They don't really pay attention to me."
Fuyuki. I remember him. Kululu grinned. There was a pawn that he could use. Someone who thought aliens existed like Mois. It would be very easy to convince Fuyuki that he was a friend not a foe. "He's a nice guy though, right?" I could use him to convince everyone else that escape is needed, make myself a part of their group so I could travel in a pack, then throw them under the bus when we get caught. Perfect. Distractions were perfect.
And charismatic people who were gullible were the best. Fuyuki would be quite a useful tool. And he had already met him too!
"What's Keroro like?" Kululu asked.
"He's ummm..." Kululu didn't notice the faint blush on Angol Mois's cheeks, "Anyway there's Tamama in my group too! And I don't want to say he's mean, but he's kind of...mean." She successfully changed the subject.
Tamama I believe I read was rather strong? He could be useful. And I'm sure if Mois was doing something he'd follow just to be better than her. Kululu decided. "Who else?"
"Giroro,"
"Oh, I know him!" Kululu grinned broadly. Giroro was the easiest of them all to manipulate and would be very helpful in an escape. He was super tough and his brother would make sure nothing hurt him if Giroro tried to escape- heck he would jump off a cliff if Kululu was holding Giroro hostage and told Garuru to do it to save Giroro's life. Ku, ku, ku. So plenty of useful fools in group A. "Continue."
"There's Koyuki and Dororo. Koyuki's a nice girl, we just haven't got much time to talk. She likes hanging out with Dororo and Giroro more than me. And that girl that visits Fuyuki, Natsumi, I believe her name was." Angol Mois frowned a little jealous. "She's trying to be reintegrated into society."
Kululu had read Koyuki's file, but Dororo's he had mysteriously forgotten about. Which was weird because he forgot barely anything. Natsumi wasn't a name he had heard either. "Natsumi a visitor?"
"Fuyuki's older sister. She's strong and angry! Like Giroro!" Mois explained.
Oh goody! I love people like that. And it's even more useful since she's not a prisoner here. Kululu grinned. "What about Dororo? Never heard of him."
"He's a druggie. But a nice one! He's kind of a hippie, he keeps talking about nature and pekopon, and all sorts of things." Pekopon was her name for earth.
Druggies are known to get violent if their drugs are taken away. And his ability to be so easily forgettable...I've never seen anything like it. I think? Have I? I don't know. Yet another useful person, Kululu decided.
"And then there's Momoka. I'm sure you've heard of her. The Nishizawa heiress-" Angol Mois began.
Kululu's eyes lit up. And with that name, his plan seemed to come to light and connect. Momoka seemed the most important person.
After all with money, he could actually sustain a lifestyle and be able to hide outside of the Hinata House's eyes. And as a last ditch resort if caught he could use the Nishizawa heiress as a hostage, offering her life in exchange for letting him have freedom. The Nishizawa eyes might be all over him trying to track them if they came with, but it would be worth it. Her parents obviously didn't want her cooped up in that place- they were probably ashamed and wanted better things for their daughter.
If he could convince her to come with and that it was her own idea and her own best interests to have him along, then he'd easily be able to escape. But how? What weaknesses did Momoka have? "What sort of things does she like?" Kululu asked.
Angol Mois looked at him a bit oddly. That was such a direct question and an odd one. "Fuyuki." She said easily. "Well, I'm not sure. I think Fuyuki might like her and have invented that she had a crush on him in his fantasy? But at the same time she seems to like him a bit too..." She frowned trying to piece it together.
Kululu grinned widely. So the most gullible one, Fuyuki, is the key to her heart. The way to manipulate her. This would be easy then. Fuyuki seemed like the type who would be able to friendship speech everyone to escaping with him if Kululu just convinced him it was his idea.
"Ku, ku, ku, ku!" Kululu laughed menacingly.
All right. So Mois's proven she's useful. She could relay information to me about group A, and talk to them in my steed. Now, I just have to convince her to trust me and help me just like I did Sai...Hopefully it wouldn't have to go so far.
Even if Angol Mois checked all the boxes of textbook romantic, into the whole prince charming thing and obsessed with him, he didn't think he could survive doing the things he had with Sai with her. He would die from sparkle overdose. It was odd because he never thought that would be a fear he had. And if Sai found out his plans would be ruined.
"Did I ever tell you the saddest day of my life?" Kululu made up a story to get her to trust him.
Angol Mois shook her head.
"It was when I was a young boy, I fell in love with this girl who was always crying at school. I wanted to be her prince charming and help save her and stop her tears..." Kululu began trying to make up a sappy love story that resembled some sort of fairy tale.
"What do you want?" Angol Mois sighed, apparently even she could see through these things.
"Ku, ku, ku." Kululu laughed for a moment. It had been pretty sappy. No wonder she had seen through it. "I just wanted you to know I trust you." Giving trust and opening up is the easiest way to get someone to trust you.
"Kululu..." Angol Mois walked over to him and put her tea sets down. He nervously tried to get away, but could not as she reached over to his face.
He thought she was going to do a number of things to him- poison him, strangle him, do something to terrify him, but instead she put her hand on his hair, a sensation that he had never really felt before. She pat his head.
Even though he was running on low sleep it felt rather relaxing. "I'm your friend." She finally told him. "If there's anything you need, just tell me, I'll do it for you. You don't have to manipulate me into it." She had heard from Garuru about his manipulation tactics.
And Mois wasn't scared. Because she didn't see the problem with just giving him what he wanted.
Kululu's lip quivered. He hadn't ever been presented with the option of not manipulating someone before. "W-what...What do you know about a...A l-lobotomy?" He finally stuttered out in french.
It was hard to understand him. But Angol Mois thought for a moment. "They've been outlawed for a long time. But back in the day they were the main treatment that was used on mental patients. It took away their mind, their ability to process fear, other emotions that make people real...They lose themselves. It changes someone into just a living hunk of flesh. But it's been deemed inhumane and has long since been outlawed. You could say, against the law?" She told him.
"T-they're..." Don't. Stop. Don't do this whole thing of trusting someone. You can't deal with that. Not on top of all of this. You have too much already on your plate. "Going to give me one." He was to tired to protest his stupid ideas and he just blurted out what frightened him so much.
He could tell Mois one secret. It was a big secret, but it was enough.
Her expression turned to horror and she said exactly the thing that he wanted her to say- "We have to get you out of here." She put her hands on his arms.
And he knew from her voice that she wasn't saying that for her own sake like so many people he had convinced to help him in the past. She honestly wanted him to be safe for his sake. Peh. I've decided I hate self-sacrificial people. They're too terrifying.
"Can't. I'm very closely guarded and there's incredibly high security. I could never be sneaked out on my own." Kululu told her.
"But...If I had my spear, my cell phone," Mois spoke.
Kululu ignored her. "However, if others were to escape as a distraction and aid me...Perhaps I could make it out. If your group decided to escape, for example."
Angol Mois nodded. "They don't listen to me."
"They don't need to. You just need to plant the seeds in their head. And bring me someone who they will listen to. Mois, I need you to bring someone else with you next time."
"Bring me Fuyuki." He ordered and grinned.
Angol Mois nodded. She'd do just that. "I will." She promised.
And Kululu believed her. She didn't need to know the extent of his planning, but she'd help in her own way.
Kululu was beginning to suspect that he had chosen her for the job not because she was gullible or had information, because she had little to offer that Fuyuki didn't, but because of the moral support.
He had never had that before. And it felt nice.
Mois bid him good-night and for once since he had heard the lobotomy he felt a little bit calmer. And then he remembered that Angol Mois had pat his head and he freaked out again.
Some things didn't get any better.
The main characters of this fic (Kululu and Fuyuki) are finally going to meet and talk more! Yay!
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