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Sonny Brisko
That's his name, he still remembers it. Now let's recall what happened. He sure himself is on task to put up a fight with the notorious hacker group called「 Black Out 」 . And finally he found the group's leader but it's revealed he is the commissioner. -Although he didn't listen to any of his so-long-reasons- When he beated him up and was solving the system that has been hacked, his body was floating and then…
I'm here. Sonny pushes himself up from the concrete reach hands to check and clean ownself. They're dusty but not injured. That's kinda weird, he's pretty sure he's floating in the air so high from the ground and falling from that which is not a soft fall or something, the ground under him was cracked! But the fact he's not bleeding still hasn't changed, what a fantasy event. Alright he needs to go back and complete what he left.
The man with bright hair is looking around. Overall, it's an open space more like in the forest somehow. But there's the white clean building, he has to raise his hand to shade the sun from above that hurt his eyes to try to look at the logo.
The logo of something. If you ask him, he would say it looks like the character from old- no, it's ancient -more than Black out technology- video game. If he does not misremember it's Pac-man but blue and eats rainbow not just a simple dot.
…Alright he shouldn't say that, it's not respecting the creator.
Now I can only go in. He thinks as reaching hand on the floor and eyes fix at the building but no, his gun is gone and then he figured out it's dropped since he confronted commissioner– the leader of Black out
I think I'm not in luck today… Sonny sigh as grab his spare gun which have no any bullet. At least this can use for threatened. Sonny took one more deep breath and exhale one last time before stepping towards a prominent building in sight.
When approaching, the door automatically slides out. It is not uncommon for automatic doors to be found everywhere from people's homes to head offices. That didn't make him any less careful. He turned his pistol around, scouting the long corridor. There were some clean colored doors to see, but it wasn't labeled as what the room was. He sincerely wanted to kick it in with his custom-made shoes, but he wasn't fully armed, so he walked past.
The sign on the brown door was read ' Guest Room ' maybe he is now considered a guest as well? By the way, he came in without a search warrant. Whatever it is, he will enter this room!
He took another breath and kicked his leg on the door in front of him, shouting out. “ VSF ! HANDS UP ! ! ”
silence
no one in there There will be only silence, it is not strange at all. He walked around the room to make sure there were no wiretap devices. Or maybe even the explosion installed it until I was sure that there was only an old white CCTV camera in the ceiling in the two corners of the room. He sat down on the sofa and started to let his thoughts fly away. Should he just fire that camera at all… Okay Even if it should, it can't be done. He didn't have any bullets. What should he do then? Continue to explore this building? It's like a commissioner– no Black group leader out says that there is a tool to turn back time, right? Was that about his being here? And is it the past or the future ahead? He started to angry at himself for not listening to what the man had to say like the protagonist in the anime.
Eventually, the exhaustion that surge in his adrenaline runs out and he sinks into sleep.
Asuma Yugo
was still in a half-unconscious state, but he could only feel the stench that pervaded his surroundings. Was that distant, underwater gossip talking about him? And when he opened his eyes, the midday sunlight hurt his eyes.
He was at the dump place.
But how? - Wait– underwater? In fact, he decided to take things to the extreme. Even if it's just a dream, he won't regret it. Android doesn't deserve to be forgiven and if unable to fix that issue Even having to become a selfish person who chooses to run away sometimes is probably best.
And what about after that?
Blue light, yes, he wasn't quite sure at that moment if he had reached the bottom of the well, only that there was a bright blue light there and then he had opened his eyes here.
He sitted up and brushed the dirt off his clothes as much as he could. His outerwear was the most dirty and a bit frayed, but he didn't care, basically, he was usually quite worn out by wearing outerwear.
“ うわっ、臭い ” (uwah– so stinky) The young man grumbled to himself as he walked away, but the smell on his shirt had slightly faded. How long has he been sitting there?
The environment looked unfamiliar. people walking Some eyes stared at him with suspicion. Some followed by a whisper. The surrounding sounds began to volume up, the echo continued to reflect, even though it was far away. Both hands hold the headphones up and wear them. Hopefully enough to cut off the noise in my head and run. The sight beside him began to blur. His own gasping for breath began to grow louder and louder until it cover up the noises out.
He saw a crossroads at the tip of his eye. And his legs decided to go on their own to turn right, but suddenly, behind his right eye is start to pounding. The young man froze and fell onto the road The shortness of breath had not gone away. The rim of his eyes suddenly heated up, but he wouldn't let the tears fall. One hand held onto his head, still feeling as though he had been smashed. and get up and walk again. Both his legs and body felt so heavy that they couldn't lift them as high as before.
And when he tried diverting it the other way, the headache had faded to almost non-existent. and when meeting a crossroads ahead When he chose to continue walking, the pain returned. As he instant to go that others way it as hurt even more, force him to go another way.
It happened that way every time there was more than one path. His body was choosing the path he wanted to go by himself-even though he felt it was a bit stubborn- Until, he kept walking until he reached a tall building. To him, the logo on it looks interesting. He sure knew so much of the companies but he had never seen this one. The tall, prominent and luxurious buildings there were, it would have been quite famous, but he didn't know it that's werid.
As he approached the clear sliding door, the headache was completely gone, so he took off his headphones and rested it on his shoulder. Is this his destination? But this building looked quite luxurious, he now that was dirty and smelled of garbage was not very suitable. I thought at least if I could just get rid of the smell it would be good. He rummaged through the perfume in his pants pocket to bring it out. At least it's a bit better.
He let out a heavy breath before walking down the white corridor. The interior of the building looked more ordinary than he had expected. In front of him stood a shiny brown door, perhaps he should have entered that room.
‘ ゲ-エ-ス-ト , ah guest maybe it's room for guests ’ He decided to himself that he was counted as a guest here and opened the door in.
The first thing that caught his eye was that bright yellow hair that almost hurt his eyes. Yugo cautiously walked through the door frame. The man was still asleep on the sofa, his face slightly stern, in his hands there was…
Gun ?
Wait– A weapon ? ! This man is dangerous ! The young DJ stepped back as soon as the man in front of him started moving and making a muffled noise.
“ Huh.. ? ” A faint voice came from the man. The blue eyes instantly became sharper. Long fingers tightened the trigger as soon as his eyes landed on him. Yugo swallowed his saliva with difficulty.
“ This is VSF ! Answer, who are you ? What exactly Black Out's goal is? ? ! ” The officer roared. The muzzle of the gun turned towards him, but from his sight, it wasn't a straight award to him, if he shot he wouldn't have been injured, it was a slight deviation. This means that the man in front of him is only threatening for information.
“ Uh— ” He let out a long groan, arranging the words in his head. If anyone has any information about what happened, he would like to know as well. “ Well– ”
and the same door blew open again
Alban Knox
was processing all the information it has.. or, in fact, the stil-has. Most of his memory now was rather blurry. Some of them were as if obscured. or mix them together until they can't be understood. But the most obvious right now was that he was lying on the grass in a forest.
Weird He thought, from his vague memory. Most recently, he was in a heavily secured building in the heart of the city and was about to pick up a diamond, but then…. Okay, let's be honest, he can't remember, and the pain in his head only makes things like thinking even more difficult. It's hurt but still in the level he can stand.
He sat up, a faint hoarse voice escaped from his lips, strangely rasp even himself thinks it's weird. He reached his hands to his head and felt the familiar viscous liquid, blood. Alban let out a long sigh as he stood and let go of the hand that began to tremble uncontrollable at that sight was seen by the side of his body. He hated his gloves or his hands were stained with blood.
Glancing at the green surroundings, it was strange for him to live in a slum area. The familiar colors were all brown, gray and black of dirt or dust. The only distinctive color was blood red. And that annoying police blue, thinking back about, made him suddenly gritted his teeth in frustration. How will the other children in the alley be now? He can't be stuck here forever.
The triangular-shaped hair clips rang loudly to warn. Although before it existed, at those point there was no warning. Maybe this time it was really dangerous. He took a small step to find the direction it would make noise and ran in the opposite direction.
even if the head is injured Or there was not enough air for him to breathe, but he kept running. Avoid tree roots on the ground and branches and vines that hang easily. The sound of shoes hitting the grass was as loud as ever. The only sound that resonated could not escape the sound of the earring, warning signal from a triangular device or his own breath.
In the end, the sight had faded. Black color began to swallow up from the corner of his eye. But the alarm had stopped and he was no longer standing on the grass. Alban sank to the ground, allowing himself to breathe freely in front of the bright white building.
White… huh? Other than jewelry, I rarely see this color. He got up again. It's good to hide from whatever his hair clips were detected and perhaps…
There may also be valuables in it.
The young man got up and his clothes were torn off because of the branches that he hadn't intentionally shied away from. But it seems to be enough to damage his outfit, huh. The sliding door opened, and the young man stepped back from instinct. Alright, he would admit, he wasn't used to automatic things that weren't security systems. If going in for the valuables, no thief walks into the main gate like a visitor, don'tcha think? :P
A door that blends in with the white walls looks perfect for hiding. But it's too close to the entrance. Maybe he should keep walking. But the adrenaline rushed out was gone. The pain in the head or leg aches began to return, he had already gotten used to it though. Even the visibility being obscured by the black dot is quite annoying.
But in the end, his body had a lower limit than his emotions, his legs stopped at the shiny brown door. A loud voice rang out from within. There are people there ? But the triangular device on his head didn't emit a warning sound, meaning they weren't dangerous. Otherwise it was crash again. However, he now just wanted to sit and rest, no matter what, he could have to only surrender.
Alban reached for the knob and pushed the door in.
The original dark door was opened. The young officer turned his barrel at the sound before processing anything. A black with orange outfit appeared before their eyes. The young man's figure with brown glasses was not as attractive as the recent blood that had started to drip into his eyes.
Sunny lowered the gun slightly. If a civilian is wounded, he should not use a weapon -although it can't be called a weapon since it doesn't have ammunition though- “ This VSF Don't do anything impulsive. ” He gave a half-threatening warning.
The long-haired man in front of him opened his mouth again. “ Anyway, put the gun down first. I've come a long way and I want to sit down too ” Yuko said with annoyance mixed in his voice. The man in uniform gave a brief glance, before nodding his head and lowering his hand, returning to the light-colored sofa.
A young DJ followed and sat down across from him, his eyes still sweeping around the room. If the other was wary around him, there were two possibilities; One was they innocent and didn't know this place either, Second is they're pretending and find a chance to beat him. Sunny didn't take his eyes off the person in front of him and didn't let go of the empty gun in his hand.
bump
An impinge sound from the corner of the room attracted the attention of the two young men very well. At the source of the voice was the same young man who entered the last one, embracing the narrow corner of the room, fearlessly about how his injuries would worsen. Seeing this, Sonny hurriedly stood up again and headed towards him.
“ Hey Why are y– ” His sentence was cut off as his outstretched hand was brushed off. The two pairs of hardened eyes looked up with an angry expression in some way.
“ Alright, but at least please take care of those wounds, can you? ” He tried again. But still there was no response. Of course, he had encountered this type of victim in some cases. Most of them were in cases of being mentally abused through keyboard gangsters until they shattered and didn't want to listen to anyone else. And the one who handled them was never be him, so he backed away. Find something that would at least stop the bleeding and lay down beside the man quietly before walking back to the couch.
Alban may not have looked at every nine of the bright-haired officers. but he is listening to the sound of feet hitting the ground, to every sound of shifting, to every sound of clashing or the sound of another man on the sofa checking around there Their every move seemed innocuous. But many times that's the case and in the end it wasn't. He couldn't believe it from just a few observations just now.
As the two men tried desperately to interact. Yugo observes from a distance. The people who come last look so wary but yet fierce, as if one wrong move could even be attacked. The other person, who came before him, tried to be friendly to persuade him, but if he introduced himself as an officer; Does that mean that he is also a member of the government? He may have something to do with those Androids as well. Thinking of that, he took a deep breath as leaned his head on the couch from tiredness.
His gaze stopped at his reflection on the glass table. In his right eye, there was a bright red color. Was that the reason why he had a headache earlier?
What exactly is going on now?
Tbc.