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    "Can someone tell me how the hell they got into our system?" I demand bursting into the Cyber Block.    "{Last Name}! Glad you arrived. We obviously know who did this but I have no idea how." Calm, he responded.    "Spill what you have, Naruse." I was frantic for details.    "The Kuroi Kishi has been after us for a long time, no? We have a captive who works under them. Caught 'em not too long after we found you."    "And?"    "Pay her a visit. I know computers, but you know people. It's for research, {Last Name}. Cell B thirty-eight."    "Thank you." I turn to leave.    "Oh and while you're there, I'll be here trying to re-e

Mafumafu's P.O.V. I heard mortified gasps from the three. Kuroneko speaks up, "Your Majesty; are you sure you're comfortable talking about a sensitive topic?" "Yes." I smile, "I know it hurts to dig up old scars, especially if it hurt you directly; but we were not the ones at fault, we won the war. Astral didn't take it so good, and it was cowardice of them to kill King Luz like that." I felt my voice quiver, "It shows that we are more disciplined than them. But we will be best if we, Cosmo, worked together with Astral." Soraru slams the table and raises his voice, "With all due respect, Your Majesty, I think it's absolutely absurd to possibl

Soraru's P.O.V.    Didn't I tell Little Ingrid Bergman to stay off this kind of business? It's surprising on how stubborn she is... She doesn't know when to stop. She couldn't even fight as well as I can. This is why I have a large distrust in women, the only woman I trust is Lon.    Lon did a better job in escaping than Bergman.    "Mafumafu," I paged the working albino, "how is our captive doing?"    "Uhh, well I guess. Looks like she's meditating? Or... sleeping upwards?"    I huffed. "Okay. Keep an eye on me, link them to us. I'm going to give her a visit."    "Whatever you say, Soraru."    I walk down the semi-ambient corri

    Ugh, again!?    I pace up to the front gate and see that the walls enforcing the gate were tagged. An ugly blue, a disgusting green, a violent red, and a large portrait of literary nonsense. This is the second time! It's a bitch to clean I swear.    "Dad!" I yell, "the gates are tagged again!"    He scurries out the door and sprints up to me. "Goddammit! Those rats are such a hassle! I will write to the mayor and get him to remove those ghetto kids from this city."    "Go get 'em, dad." I say while walking away.    "Be safe going to school okay? And if you see those kids, avoid them."    I nodded and hugged him goodbye. I walked do