Kissed by the Devil

"Whoa... Look at you, look ravishing. The military claimed you fled the Island-City before the blockade, banding you as a coward. That's why the discretion."

"There are security cameras at the airport, linked to a server monitored by the Brittonian intelligence, too much risk. That's why I met you in here — in a remote parking place. And by the way I'm not afraid from anyone; stop spouting military propaganda nonsense."

Standing few yards away from the TYZ's Imperial International Airport, after dusk at the parking lot, Misaki meet-up with Akagi on his civilian clothes, when not in Redtron's costume, on outside he donned an elegant black coat jacket trench topcoat, beautifully fits his pale face and glossy raven hair. The high contrast makes for a striking and visually appealing appearance, He must keep up with his graceful fashion he's fond of.

Previously cultivated a public image of this as an alternative to being an aloof professor with no social life, back in the MRC's Institute; however, it's true in regards to "mundane life" i.e. Everything not relating to overthrowing Brittonia Empire as he could easily score straight A's and move on to a successful corporate career and maybe even score a few girls on the side, very heavily implied most of his female students had crush on him, if he weren't so tied up in revenge. He also feels ruling this new world for fair-minded mutants he's going to create; would be a form of giving in to his masters: he aims to destroy everything Brittonia has to offer in this world. Mutants who supported his quest will benefit with higher authorial position in his Mutannia after Brittonia has been overthrown. And Imperian mutants of course humans.

"When's your flight?" asked Akagi softly.

Both sit down on an old crude marble bench, across there's white apartment in lonely street, calm, silent, peaceful, coupled with soft cool winds and noise of random flights, taking off.

"We got time, at midnight. How's your meeting with Cornwall, did you find anything?"

"Kinda..."

"Kinda?"

"Actually, Alexia filled the gaps."

"Alexia Felix? Leader of the French gang: Golden Chain? Thought she's emotionless, aloof and tight-lipped. Apathetic and somnolent, with little desire to put in any effort into meaningless disciplines or activities, and instead claims to focus exclusively on making it into the European Mutant Lord's service serve as arm militant to obtain an easy life,"

"My thoughts were exactly that at first, but once I spent time with her, she begun to open up: She appears to be serious girl outside, as she rarely shows any emotion despite getting teased by other member because of her strong Long-range Noryoku and as a leader of other female long-range Mutants has a responsibility to keep them safe. But when her specific situations arise, she stands and delivers with devastating efficiency. Covertly, she is actually a timid and reserved girl who gets easily flustered by compliments. When she recognizes her lack of skill in seduction and charm when thinking about seducing anybody, causing her to readily dismiss the idea."

"So, you do the time spent hours after hours talking to a girl, hope she didn't try to get into your pants,"

Seeing her jealous red face Akagi response in a level-headed manner,

"Don't be clingy sweetheart, it's for the mission, anyway you're right, the fat-bastard is lecherous and desperate, even tried to hit on me, says he don't mind cause's he thinks I'm 'beautiful'-- believe that shit!"

"Heheh... That's funny."

Misaki chuckled, found it amusing particularly: much to Akagi's disgust she wasn't surprised when guys who aren't supposed to attracted to men are attracted to this guy because he's just too good-looking to resist. While in her funny mood she revealed something Akagi didn't know, "Perhaps that's why Birla keeps a distance, wants to seizes his seat in Valhallal's Lord,"

"Huh. His wife wants to take over? Why haven't you mention it before?"

"Ah? I didn't know it's such a big deal,"

"Dammit. It should've resolved things quicker,"

Acknowledging Akagi's sudden frustration, Misaki inquired in concern, pat his shoulder while his face buried inside the palm,

"Hey Shinsuke what's wrong?"

"Why you have to go, leaving everything?"

"Huh?"

"Could've just stayed - with me. As I said earlier on the phone."

"Yeah, like that's going happen,"

"Not even after I say 'please... stay`?"

"Uh...humphs... Y-you're serious, aren't you?"

Misaki stuttered for a moment, after she stifled a scoff, when glance beside and saw Akagi's gloomy, yet adorable as he gave her a pleading look: not to go.

"Don't make me change my mind. I am going on that plane. Rather not die in vain staying in this mess."

"I can protect you, you know, protect every mutant who's been hunted, your strength, physical and political or otherwise is necessary to protect the weak and helpless everywhere, fights tyranny and cruelty to create a new future together."

"..."

Misaki, who was fine a minute ago, is now speechless, her lips twitched and her eyelids fluttered, knew Akagi's way of pleading truly endearing, knew he's kind of "off" hearing the news of her leaving. Moreover, as much Misaki knows Akagi, he never has a disrespectful attitude toward her, especially her, while being snarky sometimes, never abusive or outright violent.

"I..."

Finally, when she resisted the temptation to refuse Akagi's plea, his cell-phone rang—

"Yeah? Mm-hmm. Hm. Alright I be there soon."

"Work?" she asked, stood up from the bench after Akagi.

"Yeah... Gotta go..." Akagi remarked jadedly, "So this is it then? Carrying a backpack, fly off to the domain of the Chinese Confederacy, starting a new life, never to see each other again?"

"I don't know..." she's murmured her answer, stretch the backpack's strap lightly.

"Sighed. Well then, please don't hit me again like last time,"

"What? Y-you--!?!... "

Before Misaki could realise what Akagi meant, he leaned close, tenderly lift her chin with a tip of his finger he held her other hand and gave her a kiss with nothing much to hope for.

"Hmmm-mmmmm...."

But this time: after a glimpse of widened eyes she forward in loses herself in her attraction to him, soft lips pressed up against his mouth softly and affectionately, beet-red flushed her face; before she became more passionate, Akagi halted right there, detract his lips from hers, as their eyes meets she gave him a soulful gaze: her tearful the him stoic, slowly stepping away—

"Farewell... Misaki Mayumi, or shall I say: Lady Athena..."

After said that, Akagi disappeared with the flowing wind, leaving Misaki's mind on a hyper-introspective state.

"I dared not call him handsome, never did fully express my feelings for him," she mused deeply, "For he has strange, exotic fine feature, and the way he came together was so perfect it was painful. Though in all appearance of mutants: said to look like beautiful humans or at least, better looking than the vast majority of humans could ever hope to be. Also, that they're so graceful it's becomes creepy to somebody. But there was something terribly different about him. Strong-jawline, cheekbones in sharp relief, soft sensual lips, radiant white skin so smooth, soft as butter couldn't see any pores, eyes alluring and wise, at time, sinister, and yet a young body; lean, tall and graceful, great and terrible all at once…beautiful in a feminine way. One would argue he's looked more like a walking corpse despite always being sexually unresponsive, pokerfaced to his attempt to kiss, caress or hug have any interaction with anyone. Still he kissed me, felt the breath sweet flavour of fondness right in, stained on up my lips. Surprisingly not his first attempts to woo me, but this time, I just...swept away into his fantasies and lascivious desires, being kissed by someone for the first time. If there was a man; I thrill at the idea of being taken by a graceful pretty man, effeminate and charming. I'm an intelligent woman. Know the difference between a real relationship and a dark ominous temptation. However, my heart races as I imagine my lithe yet delicate body being controlled, being used by a force too seductive for me to deny. To feel helpless, vulnerable, it scares me yet it excites me. My body aches with desire as I imagine myself being forced to surrender in the most intimate of ways, then he leaves, his voice was rather deep but very sensuous... Ahh... What's wrong with meeee?!?!"

She finally snapped, passport at hand, all legal documents and necessary accessories available in the bag, but her will to go leaving everything behind is vague.