Trad was on a mission to destroy a certain data chip that holds the info to the location of the academy. In order to keep the school remained hidden, anyone with the info must be eliminated and the data must be destroyed without a trace. This time he was with Miyabi to execute the mission. He was looking forward to his first mission ever from the academy.
Trad and Miyabi are at the top of a tower, looking over the building that the target will be in. She discussed her plans to Trad. First get inside the compound without being seen. Next, find a vent and crawl towards the target’s room. Finally, eliminate the target and steal the data back to the academy for decryption and delete. Everything sounds pretty easy right? Well, likewise people said, it’s easier to be said than done.
First off, getting inside from the roof was impossible as it was as high as the liberty statue. The outer walls are made of glass, so wall running on those will certainly break it and sound the alarm. Getting inside from the front entrance is dead giveaways. And he is not a sewer fan as well. Second, he can barely fit into a vent and move in it. Even he did, the dusts will just make him sneeze like a goddam shotgun. Lastly, killing the target isn’t hard. But what’s the point of decrypting and delete the data if you could just…I don’t know; blow up with it? And finally, Trad rarely does stealth missions and he’s always in mood for destruction.
Trad: I’ll be honest Miyabi, I don’t wish to anger you young lady, but I’m not fit for stealth missions.
Miyabi: But it’s part of our shinobi code, and please don’t call me ‘young lady’-not that I mind, but I don’t wish my head to be steaming when doing the mission.
Trad: I understand your preference and loyalty to your traditions and codes, but don’t mind if we ,no sorry, ’I’ do this loudly?
Miyabi: No, what will happen if anyone sees us. If they do we’ll be targeted by the light clans.
Trad: ‘light clans’? You mean your enemies?
Trad: Well don’t matter as we won’t be seen by anyone.
Miyabi: How so?
Trad: Because there won’t be any witnesses to remember us.
Trad stopped the time, swiftly placed thousands of c4s on pillars, cellings, walls and one on the target’s face with the data duct taped onto his hands. When he returned to Miyabi’s position, he resumes time and takes out a detonator with an obvious big, red button in the middle.
Trad: You want to do the honors?
Miyabi: Honors of what? And what’s that?
Trad: Just press it and you’ll find out.
Miyabi: No thank you, I’m not doing what you have in mind.
Trad: Well suit yourself, but you better get some cover.
Miyabi: Cover? For what?
Trad: The Fireworks.
With the button pressed, the entire building went up in flames; the middle section of the building seems to be the fieriest part. The compound’s personnel are now drowning in flames, some jumped off the building to save them from the fire only to be greeted by an uninviting splat. The citizens on the bottom are horrified by what they’re seeing, it’s just as same as 911, but this explosion was not caused by hijacked planes. But the most shocked one, was Miyabi. Seeing an entire compound lit up in flames in just matter of seconds, with a crazed, psychopathic, genocidal partner on the side; watching the place burn to its knee. Trad let out a very relaxed and satisfied sigh, while his dark eyes within the silver mask still gazing on the fiery mess. After a few minutes, he turned to Miyabi.
Trad: So. Did you enjoy the fireworks?
The only reply he got was a forceful slap on the side of his mask. Trad did stagger, but he seems to enjoy it. Miyabi marched forward and pull him by his collar.
Miyabi: You big idiot, do you know what you just done?
Trad: Completed the mission without any witnesses.
Miyabi: I wouldn’t call a mission successful if there were any casualties died in my hands, and you just crossed way over the border line mister.
Trad: Hmph, and here I thought we were the ‘evil’ side of this society.
Miyabi: Evil is just to distinguish between ‘light and dark’, even our motives were criminal acts. Your acts are acts of TERRORISTS!!
Trad: Oh don’t mistake me between a terrorist and myself missy. Because-
Trad grabbed and twisted her wrist and choke against a wall.
Trad: Because I am a ranger, I’m a leader and I am an Overseer. Now before I choke you to death, I suggest you to wake up sleepy head Miyabi…Wake up…wake up…wake up…WAKE UP!!
Miyabi woke up in a bed with her entire team beside her, including Trad and Plago.
Miyabi: What happened?! Where am I?! I thought I was in a mission with Trad an-and he just blow the entire building to nothing but ashes a-and-
Imu: Miyabi, please relax. You suddenly dropped to the floor in the corridor this morning, but thanks to Trad, he managed to carry you to the infirmary room and receive medical treatment from Plago.
Plago: You were just over exhausted from all those training and missions these days. I strongly suggest you to rest for a few days before going back into fighting and kicking. You gotta thank Trad for it as well, everyone was training, the infirmary doctor was on vacation and the teachers were in their own offices. If it wasn’t for one of his camera to notice you, we won’t know what condition you will be by now.
Miyabi: I…I see. How long I was out?
Murasaki: 6 hours…ish.
Miyabi: 6 Hours?! I can’t just sit here I need to report Suzune Sensei about my last missio-Agh!! *Wince* Damn my head hurts…
Trad: Just relax young lady, have some rest for a while. Or else I can already see bags and wrinkles forming under your eyes.
With that said she immediately went back in bed and everyone else went back in business, except Trad.
Miyabi: Why are you still here?
Trad: Well someone’s gotta do the babysitting right?
Miyabi: Hmph, fine. As long as you won’t do anything stupid, or else I swear I will kill you once I got back up.
Trad: If anything stupid happens I shoot myself, so don’t worries for that part.
Miyabi: …Fine…you idiot…
Trad: I beg your pardon?
Both of them went silent after that, Trad is with his tablet and the white hair girl is sleeping soundly on the bed. During midnight, everyone has gone to sleep, of course except Trad in his camera room. He did take some Zs during afternoon, so he is fine about it. He went off and checks Miyabi in the room, and then he heard groaning and moaning from it. He quickens his footstep and opens the door. He found her literally covered in sweat from top to bottom, even kicked away the cozy blanket that she was using this afternoon. She was having a very pale face alongside with gasping and panting, as she was getting suffocated by something. Trad presumed that some sort of spirit has possessed her and was about to ran off and call Jay for help. But then he heard her moaning something.
Miyabi: T-Trad…*Gasping* Please don’t…kill me…
Trad: *Thinking*of all things she could have been having a nightmare of, was me killing her? Great, just don’t wish her to punch me when I woke her up.
Trad softly shakes her to try and wake her up, of course her ‘reasonable size’ bosoms are jiggling like jelly, but Trad is more focusing of not getting a punch in the face when she did wake up. As he shakes her more, she seems to be gasping faster. This is definitely not looking any better for Trad, so he decided to go for the old fashion way of waking someone up: By dousing them with a bucket full of cold water. When he did, she went silent, neither gasping nor breathing. He got closer for inspection, and call for her.
Trad: Miyabi? You awake?
No response either
Trad: Miyabi?!! Wake up young lady, don’t you dare die in my hands-
*Punched in the face*
Miyabi: I’m done playing games, Mr.Overseer. You’ve burned my city and you will PAY for that!
Trad: What do you mean ‘I burned your city?’ Snap out of it Miyabi!
Miyabi: My friends, my home and my family are all dead because of you!
Trad: And are you just going to stand there and monologue or going to start beat me up?
Miyabi charges at him with a dark, flaming fist, but who knocked out cold by Trad with the bucket that he still had in his hand. He scooped her back onto her bed and covered her with a new blanket, ignoring the fact that her attire is soaking wet and transparent. She woke up a few minutes later, massaging the part where Trad hit her with the bucket.
Miyabi: Ugh…My head…
Trad: Finally woke up princess?
Miyabi: T-Trad?! W-What are you doing here?! And why my clothes are soaking wet?!
Trad: Long story short: I went to check on you to find you moaning and groaning my name while gasping for air. I seriously thought you got possessed by some evil spirit and was about to get a priest to do all the mumbo-jumbo. But then I found out you were having a nightmare of me choking you while…something about ‘burning your city and killed all your friends and family’? So I tried wake you up by dousing you with water, but that just got me punched in the face. You suddenly semi-woke up trying to kill me, but I hit you in the head with a bucket…with a small volume of water still there.
Miyabi: …A nightmare…of my friends died…?
Trad: Based on what you were mumbling about, that’s what I’ve guessed.
Miyabi: *Wince* Now I remember, you blown a tower with a detonator and continue to reign chaos over Tokyo. And my friends…*Sniff* They were…They were all strangled to death…While you were grinning and holding my hair, force to watch them die in front of me…
Trad: Hey. Woah. Woah. Woah. You seriously made me look that intimidating? Like it’s not a bad thing for me, but you seriously made me look like a totalitarian Dictator!
Miyabi: *Sniff* T-That’s what I saw. Everything was so…r-real…You won’t do that…would you Trad?
Trad: Hey, I may have an explosive personality, but that doesn’t mean I’m a goddamn terrorist…Unless it is ordered by the Emissary, then I have no choice but to do it. But I find that very unlikely.
Miyabi: *Sigh* what a relief…
Trad: I sure hope you can get those thought out of mind, because I’m going to head back to my room an-
Trad: I beg your pardon?
Miyabi: Stay here with me; after all it’s your job to take care of me. Isn’t it?
Trad: …Yeah sure.
Trad took a chair and sit next to Miyabi. They proceed to have a small talk about their daily lives, routines and a small background history of themselves. Miyabi’s mother died in an event to save her from an Yōma. An Yōma is a type of parasitic demon born from bloodshed between shinobi. If the blood within a shinobi barrier flows freely enough, it can break through and emerge into the human world. In order to avenge her mother, she joined the academy and became an elite ninja of the entire academy. Trad was still refuses to say much of his history, but did leave on one quote: ‘I was just at the right place, at the wrong time.’ They soon got tired and dozed off with Miyabi on her bed and Trad sleeping beside her with his head rested on her lap, not that he wanted to, but you gotta admit to its very comfortable.
The next morning, both of them were still sleeping soundly in the infirmary room. Meanwhile Plago and Imu are on their way the check Miyabi.
Imu: How long have you been working with Trad?
Plago: I seriously lost counted. I can’t recall the first time I’ve ever worked with him.
Imu: That’s a shame. Oh we’re here. *Slides door open* Hey Miyabi, how’s…everything…
With a sight of both her leader and the masked overseer sleeping together, she burst into flames and looks like was about to give Trad a real punch. But Plago stopped her and dragged her away from the scene, leaving the two to sleep peacefully together.
After the bit of ‘Homura’s crimson squad’ attacked, the Emissary sent a few divisions of soldiers and defensive systems to aid for future attacks. Trad was already enjoying his job back as the overseer of security while Plago was lacking on things to do in his dorm. He was planning to try some new chemical reactions, but he quickly got bored due to him already tried out almost every chemical reaction he possibly can do during his lifetime; even the rarest element: Francium was already off his chart. He had studied a few medical herbs from Trad, but Trad wasn’t much of an expert in doing chemical and medical topics. He knows both Japan and China were popular in herbalism, but since he mostly studies biology, chemistry and medicine, this was a problem for him. He sat blankly in his Chem lab, merely thinking on anything to experiment on. Trad walks into the lab with his table in his hand.
Trad: Sup Plago, just got every camera set up and also some traps like: razor wires, electric floors and tear gas hallways. I also divide the troops in the Eastern and Western region of the academy, anyone get close to North or South will get shot by MG turrets.
Trad: What’s wrong? Feeling down lately?
Plago: Yep, don’t think I got anything else to do besides playing games and sleeping at this point. I’ve tried many reactions and every single element in the periodic table has already been tested, even the most explosive, corrosive and destructive compounds. I want to start herbalism, but I just can’t find a good teacher or even a menu for that!
Trad: Did you try online?
Plago: You think I didn’t try that? I don’t find any good English or German speakers to teach me with. The good ones were mostly Chinese and Japanese. And you know me more than I do, I can speak the language, not read the words.
Trad: Well I’m sure there’s an English speaker out there right? They couldn’t call themselves ‘teachers’ if they can’t even speak more than 1 language.
Plago: …You’re right. I’ll check it tonight.
Trad: Good luck and I’ll be going with Miyabi for a mission tomorrow. So I won’t be around.
Plago was on his PC, scrolling down on the website to hire tuition teachers for his study on herbalism. So far he can’t find a decent teacher for his taste. He was on the last page of the website, sighing as he might fear that his plans won’t work. But on the end of that page, he found a suitable one. A Chinese, Japanese and English speaker, specializes in Medicine and Herbalism, and she’s female (in his experience, female teacher tend to have more patience than males). Her name was written in Chinese ‘春花女士’ which means ‘Lady Spring Flowers’. Her reputation was…somewhat reasonable, with some say she’s smart and noble to something like ‘sexy and bitchy’. Cost per hour was $35(¥3827) per hour, but that doesn’t matter due to him having a trillion pounds in his account. He contacted her and she say that she lives in Tokyo, and she could start it tomorrow if he lives in Japan. He said yes and set a location meeting point in a small café, she agrees and say she will meet him tomorrow afternoon. With that said Plago closed his PC and get to bed; excited to see his new tuition teacher in Japan for the first time.
Plago already was in the café, waiting for the teacher to arrive. He ordered a special ‘Lemon coffee’ to energize himself. He saw Haruka entering the door, seems to be looking for someone. The puppeteer saw Plago and approached him.
Haruka: Plago? What are you doing here?
Plago: Uh…waiting for my tuition teacher, her name was ‘Lady Spring Flower’, do you know her.
Haruka: Of course I know her, she’s me!
Plago: *spit out a mouthful of coffee* Tell me you’re joking, seriously.
Haruka: Nope, I’m not sweetie.
Plago: Don’t call me that. So…uh…are going to start now or are we going someplace else to do this.
Haruka: Let’s go to my base, it’s more resourceful there.
The two arrived at the cave-base. Homura came forward and thank Plago for saving her that day and greeted Yomi, an obnoxious girl with a love for bean sprouts. The rest two, Hikage and Mirai, did greet him, just without a smile on their face. Haruka led Plago to her room, which is filled with all sorts of potions and chemicals and a giant pot at the middle; she’s more like a witch for Plago.
Haruka: You stay here for a moment, I’m going for a change real quick. This sweater is killing me.
Plago: Yeah sure, no problem.
As the puppeteer left the room to change, Plago was examining the chemicals that are stacked on the walls. He summoned one of his for analysis; so far he found some very hazardous chemicals like potassium chloride, hydrogen fluoride, liquid ammonia, etc. What surprise Plago is the chemicals are all coloured, as universal indicator were used. He heard sounds of high heels behind him, he turned around to find Haruka wears what resembles pink and white lingerie with the bottom of her breasts left uncovered and a diamond shaped opening revealing her cleavage. On her legs and arms are white garments, and she wears thin white bottom with simple pink high heels. On her back is a large white lab coat lined with many different vials filled with random chemicals. This made Plago nearly dropped the bottle of chemical he was examining. He knows his jaw would fall six feet down if it wasn’t for his mask supporting it.
Plago: W-W-What in the world you’re wearing?!
Haruka: Oh just something I love wearing when I work. *chuckle* I could see you face starting to lit up in there. Now, let’s get to business shall we?
Haruka starts off by giving Plago a book containing pretty much every medical herb that exist in Japan, and wants him to find a few specific ones for her. Some are as simple and easy as Parsley and Thyme where else some are as rare and poisonous as Wisteria floribunda and Taxus cuspidate. With Plago’s teleportation ability and scanning techs, it’s easy for him to learn the locations and terrains where they are grown. He soon got everything in hand for her, but just one question: What does she need it for?
Plago: Here Haruka, just about everything you’ve asked for.
Haruka: Thank you ‘Mr.Crow’ .Fufufu~
Plago: ‘Doctor’ Crow if you want, but I still prefer to be called Plago or just plainly doctor will do. Also what do you need those for?
Haruka: isn’t it obvious? I’m making a new potion for creating my…puppets.
Plago: Oh? I thought you already skilled at that?
Haruka: Yes, but some people I know need a bit of…extra persuasion. Would you mind help me? It would be a pleasure.
Haruka and Plago worked together to make the potion in the giant pot. He will be mixing and concentrate it while she will be examining the results they’ve made. Plago started to think if she was a witch before.
Plago: So uh, are you a witch? Considering doing all these stuff.
Haruka: You may consider me as one, but I did study in that academy of yours.
Plago: You mean ‘Hebijo Clandestine Girls' Academy’?
Haruka: Or you can also call it ‘Snake Girls’ Academy’. Me and my team used to study there once, but then an incident happen that made us turned on the school’s principle. Apparently he summoned an Yōma, causing thousands of casualties and destroying the school in the process. The one you are studying now is rebuilt and the president is Miyabi’s father.
Plago: Wow, seem you girls been through a lot. What’s your objective now, after going rogue?
Haruka: Just living day by day. Anyway is the solution done?
Plago: Yep here you go.
Haruka hold the concussion towards to light to see its purity, she then adds a few grams of grinded herbs into it. That made it puffed up a giant, pink cloud of unknown smoke. While Haruka was coughing, Plago just stands there; waving off the pink smoke in his way. Once the room is clear, Haruka laughs maniacally.
Haruka: Whahahaha, it’s done! It’s finally done! I’ve been going after this recipe for months, but couldn’t find the time and budget to do so. Oh my god Plago, I could literally give you a kiss right now if not because of that mask of yours blocking your cute little face.
Plago: Yeah, I’ll skip that offer for another day. Also who are you going to test it on?
Haruka stopped laughing and lustfully looked at Plago with her tongue sticking out and licking her lip. He took him a few seconds to realise what’s going on.
Plago: No. Not a chance.
Haruka: Pretty please?
Haruka: Well then, I just have to force it down your throat!
Plago ran out of the room and towards the exit portal that he left last time. On the way, Homura came over and found him running towards her and Haruka chasing behind him.
Homura: Plago? What are you doi-
Plago: Sorry Homura, I saved you and now’s you turn to save me.
Homura: What?...WHA- *gulp*
Plago grabbed Homura and act her as a shield for Haruka. She accidentally made Homura swallowed the pink potion while running at Plago. The fiery shinobi dropped onto the ground and start coughing and breaths heavily.
Homura: Ha…Haruka…What…did you just made me swallow?
Haruka: Oh just a new ‘obedient servant medicine’ me and him came up today.
Plago: For the record, she made me get all the ingredients and SHE made it herself, not me.
Homura: Why...Hah…Why’s my body getting hotter? Is it hot in here or is it just me?
Haruka: Oh dear, it’s already kicking in.
Plago: Well I won’t be disturbing your little scene here, so bye!
Plago was already at his portal, after he said that line he quickly exit it and close once he was back in his room. Trad was just looking for him as he entered through his portal.
-At home base-
Trad: There you are! Where’ve you been?
Plago: Long story short, my kidnapper was my tuition teacher (for teaching herbalism) and she’s a with trying to conduct an experiment on me.
Trad: Seems you had some fun, also what’s that you’re holding.
Plago: What I’m holding? *look down* Oh, it’s the book she gave me to find the ingredients for her. I must have got too distracted running away from her and forget to give it back. Hold on, let me just reopen the portal and-
Homura: Ah! Hit me harder Haruka-sama! Ah!
Haruka: How about this?! Hmm? You like it?!
Homura: Yes! It feels sooo good!
Plago: *Closes portal, shut the gate with a titanium, reinforced plate and sealed it with a vibranium vault door.* …I think I’ll go soak these 2 eyeballs in concentrated acid for cleaning.
Trad: And I’ll have Jay order 100 gallon of holy water for shower tomorrow.
Trad is in his universal dorm with Plago just opposite of his room, separated by a door. Trad was playing ‘Guns, Gore and Cannoli 2’ with Jay while Plago is playing HOIV as Germany. They’ve just finished their assignments of the day. Miyabi and her teams were off to shopping in the mall, leaving them merely nothing to do in their free time besides roaming around in the school or stay in their rooms. Trad just finished playing the game with Jay and was about to get some sleep, until the siren went off. Plago barged into Trad’s room, causing him to fall of his comfy bed.
Trad: Ow, Jesus Christ Plago what was that for?!
Plago: The school’s siren went off, no fire, seems to be an intruder alert.
Trad: Great, just came to this place for the second day and someone else trying to take my spotlight. Let’s go.
They went to the courtyard to find many of the students are running around defending few of the attackers, which sadly most of them failed to do so…The attackers are engaging in the dark, it’s hard to see them even more in the night.
Trad: Okay I don’t want to brag or anything, but I’m tired and can’t see well. Can you see anything Plago?
Plago: As much as only shadows.
Trad: Hm, let’s wait until they come closer to lighter area eh Plago?
Plago has unexpectedly got knocked out by one of them and carried away without Trad noticing it. Trad saw him got dragged into the woods and disappears within it.
Trad: …Well that escalated quickly.
Plago find himself got sacked in the head, including with his top hat and mask. His hands are tied up so does his legs. He heard a door opened and 2 female voices.
Fem voice1: Looks like our little friend has awakened, I’m surprised. Most people only woke up after about 6 hours or so, but this one seems to be resisting stronger than others.
Fem voice2: What we’re doing to him again?
Fem voice1: We’re going to use him to infiltrate the academy and steal the Super-Secret Ninja Art Scroll.
Fem voice2: Isn’t it going to be obvious for them to notice him when his entering?
Fem voice1: Fufufu, trust me. I’ve been training my puppetry skill to perfection; merely no one will notice it.
Plago: Thinking (Trying to manipulate me huh? Alright, I’ll play along. Might as well get some info on these girls.)
The door suddenly slammed open and a much higher pitch voice starts speaking out.
Fem voice3: Miss Haruka! Hikage! What’s taking so long? Quit messing with that bucket of bird brains and come Homura, she’s injured!
Plago: (Bucket of bird brains?! 💢)
Haruka: Oh Mirai! Okay we’ll be right there! Don’t mind her sweetie, Mirai’s very childish sometimes.
With that said the three ladies stepped out of the room and closed the door; presumably locked.
Plago: …Welp, don’t think I really want to be a puppet anymore. I’ll see what’s up with them.
Plago summons few of his spheroid probes to laser cut loose the ropes silently and take off the sack that has been blinding him. He was in a small dungeon, more specifically for torture and interrogation types. He lock picked the door and silently opened it. He takes a look around. Apparently he was in a cave, but it seems to be sort of a home base or something. There are tables, kitchen equipment, hanging laundries, picture frames, etc. He heard some screaming somewhere at the back, he poked his around the corner to find 3 girls treating their teammates wounds. 2 are wearing sweaters. One’s wearing yellow with blond hair, pink bow and pink skirt. The other was wearing red sweater that’s barely cover her private spot, thigh-high socks with green hair and golden snake-like eyes. There’s two more. One dressed like a cat with an eye patch and the last one sitting on the table with her leg injured. Plago teleports to another cover to eavesdrop on them.
Haruka: Homura! What hit you?!
Homura: Don’t know seems to be some short of shrapnel, almost got blow by a grenade or something.
Mirai: Oh dear, oh dear, what we’re going to do?!
Hikage: Relax, Yomi has gone downtown to get some medical supplies, she should be back soon.
Haruka: Yeah I know that Hikage, but this piece of metal seems to be rather large. She may lose too much blood in the process. We need to get her to hospital for this.
Mirai: But we’re running low on money these da-
Haruka: Teammates are more important that money Mirai!! Now get me some bandage!
Plago: (She’s kinda right, that isn’t a grenade shrapnel; it’s more like a piece of an artillery shell! If they try to remove it, she won’t die of blood loss. But it would definitely make her unconscious and passed out.)
Homura: Girls…can you…please pull it off…The pain is very getting me.
Homura: Just do it!
The three nodded at each other and prepare to pull the piece of metal out, but they were stopped by Plago.
Plago: Bloody fools, Stop!
The three got startled and shift the metal a bit, making Homura scream in pain.
Mirai: What the, when did you get there?! And how did you escape?!
Plago: I got my ways, now stop what you girls were doing or else she will die of fatal blood loss. Have her leg relaxed and let me see the wound.
Mirai: This is none of your business; now go back to you-
Haruka: Mirai, please!
The cat girl stopped yelling. Haruka take a few steps towards Plago and talks to him.
Haruka: I allow you to examine the injury, but if you dare to do anything stupid, I swear something bad going to happen if you did.
Plago: Got it.
Plago slowly raise Homura’s leg and have a few books for support. He then uses one of his probes to scan the open wound. He came to a conclusion.
Plago: She needs a surgery, now. The shrapnel is clogging her blood vessel, sooner or later it will burst if we can’t take it out. What’s more, it’s infected.
Haruka: But even the nearest hospital is about 10Km away, it’s too far!
Hikage: And a lot of traffic jams.
Plago: I can do the surgery now. Just give me some time.
Mirai: You?! But how?!
Plago: If you her to survive this you better trust me in this, and anyone here can resist blood? Because I need an assistant.
Haruka: I can. Hikage, Mirai, fetch me my gloves and mask. This about to get dirty.
After Haruka got her equipment, she followed Plago into an empty room to do the surgery. There wasn’t much screaming, just sounds of laser cutting and flesh sloshing. They came out an hour later, Haruka with a few blood stains on her hands and the shrapnel in Plago’s hand.
Mirai and Hikage came to the scene to hear the news.
Mirai: So how it go?! Is she alive?! Is she good?!
Haruka: Homura’s fine Mirai, all thanks to him actually. He did most of the cutting and removing part, while I do the cleanup. She’s resting now, so lower your voice.
Hikage: Thank you...uh…Stranger?
Plago: Plago, the name’s Plago.
Haruka: Plago? That’s an odd name. You’re not from around here aren’t you?
Plago: I’m German, and the name it’s just a nickname. I can’t remember my true name, and uh-
Plago’s wrist pad started ringing.
Plago: Oh hold one a sec. Hello?
Trad: Plago where the hell are you?!
Plago: Oh Trad, I uh… (Hold phone) What should I tell him girls, because he’s a very short tempered man.
Hikage: Just tell him that you’re in a secret base.
Plago: I’m in a secret base, I’m okay. How the academy?
Trad: Oh fine, besides the fact that after you’re disappeared , code: red somehow activated and soon followed a bombardment of 88 shells in the forest. If you want to know how much…All I can say that the ejected shells formed a mini hill, that much. And if you’re fine, come back to me when you’re ready.
Plago: Ok (closed wrist-pad) So…uh…The shrapnel that your friend got hit could be from my friend’s artillery fire. And if I look at it…Yep, it has the production date of 19th of May punched on it, which means it’s from us.
Hikage suddenly pulls a knife out and pointed and inch close to Plago’s throat.
Hikage: So you’re saying, that the reason for her injuries is because of you and your friend?
Plago:…Yes, but after you girls knocked me put and dragged me to this base of yours. So…you could say an eye for an eye.
The entire cave was quiet after that, Hikage took her knife away and grabbed him by the collar and pull to her face.
Hikage: I’ll let you off this time, but next time. I’ll kill you on sight.
Plago: Yeah, only IF you can.
Haruka: Enough!! Hikage, let him go.
With her commands, the snake girl let go Plago’s collar. He calls in a portal with his wrist-pad .
Plago: Trad, Plago here. I’m ready.
Trad: Got it. Should I send a temporary one or permanent?
Plago: …Give me a permanent.
A blue portal appeared on a wall of the cave, before Plago enters it. He gave the girls one last word.
Plago: I’ll be back, soon.
With that said, he disappeared into the portal.
---Back at the academy---
Trad: Welcome back, how you trip?
Plago: Could be better, and uh. Oof, what the?
Plago saw a pile of what seems to be a small mountain of used artillery casings.
Plago: Da hells this?!
Trad: I did tell you about the mini-hill of 88 shells right?
Plago: Yeah, but this many?! And you consider it to be a mini?!
Trad: Well if you compared it to what 'Code: Red' may fire,yes.
Everyone in the team has changed to their more casual outfit and met in the dining room. Trad wore a black wife beater and grey pants. He notified them that Plago has his own daily rations for himself and rarely tastes outside foreign foods. He noticed that Murasaki isn’t with them.
Trad: Did she always eat in her room?
Ryobi: Yep, pizza in every meal as well. Still don’t understand how she grow those 2 giant mel-
Miyabi: Ryobi, please. And yes she always eats in her room, as just what Ryobi said she mostly eats whatever we left in the corridor for her, like ramen, sushi, and miso soup. But, we don’t know where the pizzas came from, could be that she ordered it.
Trad: Mind if I go check on her after this? I think she’s a bit too lonely in there. What’s more I don’t see any rules of ‘men not allowed in women’s room’ something like that.
Ryobi: But no funny business.
Trad: roger that.
Trad quickly finishes his dinner and went to visit her. He found that the door had been replaced with a fresh one, as due to what happened in the morning. He knocked on the door, hoping she would answer.
Trad: Murasaki, you there? *knock* *knock*
The purple shut-in responded and slightly opened the door with one of her hand clutching her blue teddy bear.
Murasaki: O-Oh Trad, W-why are you here, I thought you were having dinner at this time.
Trad: I finished mine early so I can come visit you. May I come in? I’m not comfortable talking in the corridors; too much trafficking.
Trad entered the room to find a fairly decent room, a TV, PC, a bookshelf full of mana, a gaming console and a dust bin full of pizza boxes. There’s a decent size sleeping mattress with a very think blanket. Both TV and PC had their monitors on, but none are displaying anything. He turned around and was about to talk to her, until the light from the TV shone that she was still in her lingering; displaying a decent amount of her already revealing cleavage. She noticed Trad was staring at her and quickly covered up the part with her teddy bear.
Trad: Gah!! I-I’m so sorry!
Murasaki: …Please don’t stare too much…
Trad: I swear I won’t again, I swear!
There’s a silence gap after that situation, Murasaki continues watch her anime and Trad reading some of her manga from the bookshelf. The manga genres are mostly full of dark themes such as murder, depression and drug abuse. Even Trad’s surprise by this, with such a cute and beautiful girl hides a very dark and remorse behavior. He noticed she was watching a very depressing anime as well, titling ‘Death Parade’. He gently sat next to her.
Trad: Hey…um…quite interesting choice of themes for your manga. What makes you so interested in these types of stories anyway?
Murasaki: It’s…a very complicated question; all I can say it’s that I consider friends to be lies and people in the society will do very many bad things to achieve their selfish goals. I…I just want out be out of this…I want to go home.
Trad notice some tears starting to form around her eyes. He immediately starts to look around the room, see if anything to change topic. He saw a DVD cover of a Metal Slug game, he reaches out and take a look at the back.
Trad: Holy heck, you have Metal slug anthology?! I rarely, if ever, seen a disc for this game in the market, I can’t even find it in Steam as well. You don’t mind if we…play together now?
Murasaki: I have mood for a short game, so yeah.
They play for about 2 hours straight, already finished Metal Slug 1, 2, X and 3 in the process. On the near end boss battle with Amadeus in Metal Slug 4, Murasaki suddenly fell asleep on Trad’s shoulder. He swore not to even flinch at this moment, but the beat the boss without much problem. With the credits now rolling, he closed the console and TV. He silently moves Murasaki onto her bed, setting her blue bear next to her. When he was about to stand up and leave, he felt a thug on his sleeve and a forceful pull, causing him to fall down. When he came to again, he felt his arm was around something…squishy.
Trad: You got to be bloody kidding me.
His arm was snuggled around by Murasaki’s arms and it’s stuck between the 2 gigantic breasts of hers. Seeing don’t want to disturb the purple shut-in’s slumber, Trad gave up and occupy the teddy bear’s place and sleep next to her.
When the sun came up, Trad found himself in an even more awkward position. His hands and arms are now free, but now Murasaki’s position has somehow shift to on top of Trad with her chest squeezing on his.
Trad: Ok, great. Now just need to add someone entering the room without knocking will certainly make things worse.
In a distance.
Imu: Murasaki! It’s time for training! (Opens door) It’s already 12 Murasaki, get up and…
Trad: It’s not like what you thinking Imu, I can explain.
Plago: Yo Trad! Where the hell are you last…night.
Trad: Oh, FOR THE LOVE OF-