The man was on the run. It was not something he was used to do, running.
The otherÆsùthe chaserÆsùsteps were faster and lighter. Their encounter was imminent.
Seriously, why did he think he could pull this off?
He tried losing himself in the labyrinthine back alleys of East Shinjuku, but the other was smaller and could navigate far more easily. It was almost humiliating, if a part of him were not reminding him that this was only due retribution for his baseless bravado.
A door!
The slightly overweight man in his early twenties met with fortuneùthe door was unlocked, and he stepped into an unknown building. If he had bothered taking a closer look, heÆd notice he was in the warehouse of a certain restaurant chain.
Leaning against the wall next to the door and breathing heavily, the man kept his ears on the approaching footsteps. Doppler Effect informed him of their fast approach, and the weakening sounds told him of the chaserÆs departure.
ôOi, who the hell are you?ö a part-timer yelled from a distance, and the man shushed him as if completely uncaring of the fact he was in fact trespassing.
He slowly reached for the doorknob. He could not stay in Tokyo anymore, heÆd have to make it out of the country; maybe Southeast Asiaù
A surprisingly small foot bashed the door open, eliciting a squeak from the man closest to it. The face of his tormentor appeared from behind the frame, mocking him with her disturbingly wide smirk.
He wondered if that was the way spiders looked at the trapped flies before eating them.
ôHeeeeeeeereÆs Takako~!ö
ôAh-waaaaaah-!ö
ôIyan!ö
The panty-shot-that-could-have-been was blocked by the short girlÆs black pantyhose. The considerably bulkier man had pushed the middle school girl aside to make it back out of the building.
ôHaaaàseriously.ö
Wiping inexistent dust off her frilly white dress, the girl with amber eyes followed her targetÆs back with a lazy stare.
ôOi.ö
The same lazy stare with then fell on the part-timer glaring down at her while looking pathetic in dark blue overalls.
The girl, Kuroyama Takako, sighed tiredly.
ôBe a good boy and stay quiet, will ya?ö
The male part-timer, probably not twenty-years-old yet, was suddenly far more interested in the two-thousand-yen banknote in the girlÆs right hand.
ôItÆs not like we broke anything, right?ö the fourteen-year-old girl commented with a mischievous grin.
ôàright,ö the young man agreed, pocketing the bill before the girl changed her mind.
ôGood!ö
ôàgood.ö
A short and somewhat uncomfortable silence followed.
ôàIÆm off then.ö
ôGo, then.ö
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He stood still at the very top level of a tall building. He had no need for unnecessary moves. He would move only when absolutely he had to, and that would be when commanded to.
He had a human partner, and he trusted her. He was not a mindless drone, but he did not doubt her words. She was precious, and her words were worth listening to. She was someone he would never hesitate to follow.
If only he could say the same of his other Tamerà
ôFalcomon,ö the girl to his side spoke after almost half an hour of silence. Her brown hair danced wildly in the high winds. ôI have a signal.ö
He should not have been surprised, butà
ôHow did you know he would come to this area?ö
ôPicoDevimon has been in this world for a while already, but that does not mean he knows his way around,ö she explained. ôNow that he has nowhere to go, heÆs been naturally drawn towards large concentrations of data.ö
ôHeÆs been inserting viruses into bank computers to allow his human accomplice to transfer money to fake accounts while the security is breached. So, given the circumstances and that he knows heÆs been caught, heÆd probably avoid banks, would he not?ö
The girl smiled somewhat fondly at the bustling scenery below.
ôSo, if banks are out of the question, it has to be Akiba.ö
Falcomon nodded, accepting the answer even if he did not fully understand.
ôIÆll be off, then.ö
ôTwo hundred meters on two oÆclock.ö
ôUnderstood.ö
ôPlease take care.ö
Falcomon was already gliding away from the building, so his final nod was only to himself.
ôàalways.ö
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ôWell, well, wellàwhat do we have hereà?ö Takako began, with no small amusement at the situation she had found her target into.
The college drop-out did not bother with a response to that. He was plenty humiliated as it was already.
ôSo, you thought you could squeeze yourself through that narrow window and hide in that basement, right? You fatass.ö
ôUrgh.ö
Takako giggled at the ridiculous sight. She could only see the bottom half of the manÆs body. The other half was in fact inside the basement, but his ample waist prevented further entrance.
ôI guess you know whatÆs going to happen now, hmm?ö the girl continued. ôSeriously, what made you think you could pull it off, huh?ö
ôArgh!ö the man groaned in frustration. ôDamn it! PicoDevimon!ö
ôHe will not come,ö Takako stated unhesitatingly. ôHeÆs not your partner, you know? The moment he figured out we were on to you; he cut his losses and buzzed off.ö
She chuckled.
ôNot that it will do him any good. Soàö
ôOw! Bitch!ö
Had he been able to, he would have glared at the girl who had just literally kicked his ass.
ôThe policeÆs already looking for you. They didnÆt find the money at your place. Where is it?ö
ôFuck yoùOW!ö
ôYou do realize youÆre not in a position to negotiate, donÆt you?ö the smirking girl retorted. ôI can only think of a few things you could do in that position, in fact.ö
ôUghàö the man groaned, somewhat glad the infuriating bitch girl could not see him blush deep red in humiliation.
ôSo, the money?ö
ôIÆm not saying anyùAAAAH! The fuck was that!?ö
ôAah, just a rod I found lying around here,ö Takako idly replied as she poked her victimÆs crotch. ôNo way IÆm touching your fat ass with my bare hands, you know.ö
ôThis canÆt be legal,ö the trapped man muttered, but Takako managed to catch the words.
ôFeel free to sue me when you get out of prison, then.ö
ôDamn youàand stop poking me down there!ö
ôYouÆre in no position to make demands, eitherùoya? Oh, my. Oh, my, my, my~ö
The young man in his early twenties groaned in despair.
ôWell, what do we have here?ö There was laughter in TakakoÆs voice. Mocking, derisive laughter that sent shudders down the criminalÆs spine.
ôSo? What do you have to say about this?ö the girl insisted, all the way prodding the manÆs growing erection with her newest toy.
ôTha-IsnÆt that natural!?ö the embarrassed young man replied in pitiful anger. ôIf you poke it like thatùö
ôSpare me the lame excuses, lolicon.ö
ôUghàö
Her words were like the strongest spear.
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ôPico Darts!ö
ôShuririnken!ö
It was not really much of a fight.
Falcomon was superior in all specs, even without taking the type advantage into account. He had ceased to glide to instead bounce from wall to wall in the narrow alley PicoDevimon had darted into. The tiny winged devil had good maneuverability, but he was still disappointingly slow. PicoDevimon aimed above himself, but Falcomon was already on the ground under him.
ôScratch Smash!ö
PicoDevimon grunted in pain as his small form shot upwards following the series of scratches.
ôPico Darts!ö
But Falcomon was no longer on the ground, having jumped to the nearest wall and from there upwards.
ôScratch Smash!ö
And it was over.
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ôTakako-san,ö Makino Rena called out as she stepped into the damp alley she knew her best friend was. ôWeÆre done on our side, what aboutùeeeeeeeh!?ö
Poke, poke.
ôSo this is the kind of trash you truly are. YouÆre disgusting.ö
ôOh-wai-stopùooooohàö
ôTo think youÆre the type that finds pleasure on such a thing; isnÆt being a worthless college dropout otaku enough for you?ö
ôIÆm notùö
Poke.
ôùooaaaahhhà!ö
ôAnd you still try to deny it?ö
Poke, prod.
ôAh! Whaùno, not theùaaaaah!ö
ôCan you say youÆre not feeling this? A middle school girl is poking your asshole with a metal rod, and you love it.ö
ôIÆm notùö
Prod.
ôYou shit hentai.ö
The contempt in her voice could be forged into the finest blade.
ôOooooohhh~ö The immobile man moaned in defeat. ôDonÆt say it~ö
ôAwawawawaaàö Rena muttered a distance away, covering her face with her hands. ôTakako-san has completely switched to her æS-modeÆ!ö
Falcomon face-palmed.
ôUnsightlyàö
ôOra, ora, little maggot! If you donÆt say anything, IÆm going to push it in through your pants~ö
ôWhaùno, wait, itÆs too bigùugyaaaaaah!ö
The girly scream was drowned by the sounds of approaching police car sirens.
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ôHere,ö Rena said as she offered a PET bottle to her best friend. ôThank you for the hard work, Takako-san.ö
ôUmu. Sure,ö the haughty girl in the white dress replied as she seized the bottle and then half-emptied it with long gulps. ôYou too, Rena. Falcomon?ö
ôHiding.ö
ôHnn.ö
ôOi, you two.ö
The girls turned their attention to the approaching female officer with the long black ponytail. They only knew her as ôKirisaki-san.ö She was no police officerùshe wore a little too much body armor for that. The black van she and her comrades had arrived on did not carry any symbols either, even if it had a police-like siren. They only had Kirisaki-sanÆs word on their association with the government.
ôGetting in trouble as usual, huh?ö
Takako shrugged, as usual taking the role of the duoÆs spokeswoman.
ôYou call it ætroubleÆ, we call it æSaturday afternoonÆ. So, is he talking?ö
ôOh, he will talk. Anything as long as we, and I quote, ætake him away from the crazy bitchÆ.ö
Takako nodded sagely. ôThen my work here is done.ö
The much taller woman smirked mischievously.
ôHeÆs also making someàimpressive accusations of sexual harassment.ö
ôI plead the Fifth.ö
ôWeÆre in Japan,ö Rena muttered in monotone. ôAnd you have no idea what youÆre talking about.ö
