Mind-Refreshing Meeting With The Love Ones

An unbending chilling atmosphere snowed down into Chemistra's secret base with The Chemist locked her cautious furrow toward the object trapped in the containment. Flexible violet blood continuously bounced from left to right within the bluish holographic containment, taking the shape of a cylinder.

The echoing sound of the glass shaking vibrated through The Chemist's augmented hearing as she watched the blood still jabbed the containment back and forth. The blood itself almost had its consciousness with it persistently continued the act of breaking free.

Chemistra sternly crossed her arms and rotated the cybernetic eyes the longer she observed the rebellious bouncy blood. It pushed her edge to point one of her wiry needle fingers onto the levitating bluish holographic, circular button on the left side of The Chemist.

She also glanced onto the back and caught the glimpse of her holographic screen, presenting the horizontal rectangular frame containing the main spotlight presentation. An azure blue fluid within the containment sluggishly streamed up alongside translucent letters that said, "Completion" which resided in the middle of the containment.

'This humanoid's blood was very aggressive, it somehow has its own conscious or even a heartbeat.' Chemistra mumbled through her mind.

Then, Chemistra flashed a flickering memory clip of the past occurring on the last night. A memory clip when the last night's explosion triggered and sharply locked her enraged stare toward The Flaming Hero before it vanished and brought her back into the present time. The memory clip left her raising both frustration and bitterness with her releasing a short contorting grunt.

"I couldn't fully blame Sparror on the bomb activation and he at least admitted his mistake, but at the same thing I obtained..skepticism in this situation," Chemistra uttered with a stoic tone. "Which is…there gonna be a quite high chance of Sparror not coming back."

"Even the day when the humanoid master initiated the second round of his show, he will not come back too," Chemistra added with a stoic tone, bowing down her head before she speedily rotated her eyes.

The Chemist raised her cold-affirmative look and uttered, "Hence, I'll begin to ask Southern Shield to aid the upcoming battle starting tomorrow tonight. Yes, he was now the only best option."

Chemistra rigidly rotated her sight back at the bouncy blood within the containment and pressed the levitating blue button. Electrifying wires bloomed through the containment, constricting the rebellious blood when it tried to jab on the above-left.

The thundering constriction itself was similar to being crushed by a snake that held hostage its prey especially when the bouncy blood itself began to peel off the tiny droplet. The constricting electric wires swiftly struck down the blood onto the glassy floor of the containment, enlivening the hushed atmosphere within the glass once again.

A distorting sigh of relief breathed away from Chemistra's lung as she steered away her observative stare toward the bluish holographic screen back. Furthermore, The Chemist sharpened her eyes and moved forward a bit the more locking her sight on the middle presentation of the screen. The rectangular containment that showed the liquid within the containment went up, slowly reaching a neat and clean completion.

"Around one hour later, the blood will become easy to be used for your detection magic, Agano," Chemistra mumbled, nodding her head down as she built the future plan after the taming blood process ended.

Stormy rainy sky showered down the afternoon scenery of Neo Tokyo and the clouds above went darker, roaring the rumbling noises. Raindrops rapidly showered the rooftop of either building or even the group of houses.

Yuna's rented house was one of the buildings that received the rapid shower from the stormy sky above. Luckily, a soothing and harmonious atmosphere still dwelled inside the rented house, especially in the bedroom belonging to the schoolgirl herself.

She curiously placed down her gaze toward the ongoing drawing within the paper by her close partner who sat beside her on the wooden floor, near the tidy and balmy bedsheet. A current artwork that turned into Hatoshi's current interest in drawing and tracing was a man wearing medieval armor kneeling down in despair.

The artwork even unveiled the shrouding despondency located on the man revealing his whimpering expression. As the drawing process continued, Yuna gave a pity look toward her close partner who furrowed down his eyes in uncertainty. It encouraged her to land her gentle palm on the forehand and bent down her head.

"Hatoshi, is this how you really felt right now?' Yuna asked with a little bit of worriedness flooding her throat.

Hatoshi sheepishly chuckled and replied, "Eh…to be honest. That's how I felt with myself."

The schoolboy switched his attention toward his close partner and extended his smiling grin, attempting to ignite the calmness within her. He happily patted Yuna's left shoulder before releasing another sheepish chuckle, slowly embracing the serene mood as she embraced a smile.

"Don't worry about it, I'm drawing this just for my current mood," Hatoshi reassured, assertively placing his clenching fist on the middle of his chest before he moved it to rub the back of his head. "Besides it's also good material..hehe."

Yuna sighed and giggled with a jolly tone, "I'm just asking."

Then, a familiar reminder glistened within Yuna's widened eyes and gripped her closer partner's forehand. Hatoshi halted his pencil from connecting the line between the eyes of the artwork and bit his lips with skepticism clouded him when the schoolgirl began to reignite the worriedness again.

"About this incident, will you tell this to Uncle Sasaki or at least Aunt Chisato?" Yuna asked, consumed by the worried feeling as she closed her lips and closed her eyes briefly.

At first, Hatoshi inhaled a deep breath of sorrowfulness with him furrowing down both of his eyebrows. The schoolboy even clenched one of his shivering fists until no longer shaking motion happened, strengthening the will or commitment to presuming the conversation with his close partner.

"Mostly likely…no," Hatoshi answered with an unnerving tone, feeling his gritting teeth staggering. "I didn't want them to be…overly concerned about me being an actual Superhero."

Hatoshi exhaled and continued, "Giving them a lief as…an operator was already enough for me. Sorry to hear this…I'm just not ready on showing this secret to them."

Yuna nodded before she replied, "I see."

"But you cannot hold this lie to them, forever, Hatoshi," Yuna argued.

"I'm…aware of that and please let's just think of that as an alternative plan," Hatoshi uttered with a little irritated mood sprinkled his voice. "Because I must be able to convince myself first."

"Also…maybe having you helping me on this problem is already enough," Hatoshi added, shaking his head shortly.

"Let's just see about that, Hatoshi," Yuna replied, tenderly stroking her close partner's forehand.

The conversation would soon meet a sudden conclusion when the vibrant sound of the bell kindly sang across the room. Yuna briskly retrieved back her hand and got up from the sitting position with a wandering demeanor dropping her jaw and locking her stare toward the wooden door in the front.

The schoolgirl quickly walked to the door and landed her grip on the handler, sliding the door to the left for opening the access to the view of the diner room. Watching his close partner heading further to the front door's direction, Hatoshi also stood up and swiftly trailed her on the back.

After a few seconds of heading to the door, Yuna grabbed the handler and pressed it for opening the access to the outside view of her view. Both the schoolgirl and her close partner, Hatoshi who was at her back finally caught the clear of the guests coming to their peaceful and serene place.

Aunt Chisato, Uncle Sasaki, and lastly Hirata who stood on the back of her parents revealed in the high schooler's eyes, rising up each of their umbrellas for sheltering from receiving the direct impact of the rain. The presence of them encouraged Hatoshi to take a few steps forwards until he got direct sight of the three of them, luring his aunt to widen her jaw in a yearning demeanor,

"Eh…hello, Aunt Chisato, Uncle Sasaki, and even you…Hirata." Hatoshi greeted the three of the familiar guest, forcibly letting out a welcoming smile on his lips

Hatoshi didn't continue his sentence as he felt a warmful hug on the back from his aunt who recently rushed onto him. Aunt Chisato tightened her hugging arms and briefly closed her gladful eyes, reuniting with her nephew once again.

"Hatoshi are you..really okay after hearing this..bad news that Yuna recently shared to me and Uncle Sasaki?" Aunt Chisato asked after she pulled back her hugging arms and placed her grasping palm on the schoolboy's arms. "The bad news about the heroes unable to save those hostage from the newest criminal."

Hatoshi reluctantly unfolded an assured smile and uttered, "I'm…okay Aunt Chisato. I am very much okay."

The bittersweet reunion between the Akarauis commenced as Uncle Sasaki headed toward his nephew and tenderly patted his right shoulder alongside a delighted grin formed on his lips. A relieved smile was also shining brightly through Yuna's face, placidly witnessing the joyful laughter being shared by the Akaraui family.

While Hirata unfolded her pity look on his cousin for brief seconds before she hastily replaced it with suspicion dawdled the depth of her mind. Hirata gritted her teeth as her vision morphed Hatoshi's appearance into his heroic identity she had been suspecting, Sparror.

'I'm quite…sure that my cousin or….Hatoshi is The Blazing Hero of Neo Tokyo himself, Sparror.' Hirata mumbled through her mind with her boiling suspicion thought toward her cousin.

As another few minutes passed after the soothing reunion, the three Akaruis, the schoolboy, and Yuna were now safely inside the room. More precisely, they gathered themselves on the diner room of the rented house both Chisato and Sasaki took their seats on the two available wooden chairs. Whereas, Hatoshi stood on the right side of his aunt and patched a pressured comfort onto both of them as he was ready on engaging the conversation.

"So, you stayed here for refreshing all those negative thoughts? Am I right?" Sasaki guessed with him furrowing slightly concerned eyebrows.

Hatoshi nodded and said with a hefty tone, "Ah…yeah because last night was just filled with a lot of frustration…and anger."

"That's quite a stressful situation even for a kid like you, Hatoshi." Chisato murmured, feeling the worriedness rained down through her head and releasing another question. "Are you…truly okay with that."

"Well…to be honest…if Yuna wasn't here, I might be…still felt depressed. I guess so.' Hatoshi replied with an anxiousness heated up his throat, pointing his stare toward Yuna who stood near Uncle Sasaki.

Therefore, both Sasaki and Chisato steered their sight onto the left and thankfully nodded toward Yuna who delightfully opened her smile. While Hatoshi only tilted his anxious gaze to the wooden floor below, started to embrace the uncertainty regarding this situation.

"Yuna, thank you very much for helping my nephew," Chisato spoke with a gladful tone. "Without you being there…I don't think he will be calmer like this."

"Yeah…you're always reliable in this kind of situation," Sasaki praised.

"You're welcome, Mr. Sasaki and Mrs. Chisato," Yuna exclaimed happily, receiving the mind-refreshing praising words from both Chisato and Sasaki after helping her close partner to reach the relieves on last night that was filled by guilt and despair

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