Chapter 7 — “Now!”

Chapter 7 — “Now!”

“How are you feeling, dear?” The grey-haired man gently caress the Cham’s silky hair.

“Nothing serious, really.”

“Did they do anything to you?” He continues.

“They jammed in some tranqs, that’s all.” Cham touches the part of her neck which has the numbest sensation of all.

“It must be scary for you to be all alone.” His soothing voice is almost calming the rumbling storm inside the room.

“Now, Noah-sama. Don’t treat me like I’m still some kids that need your undivided attention all the time.”

A smile rises on his lip, “And don’t you go distant on me. Calling me ‘Noah-sama’. Thought they messed with your head or something.”

“Heh.” A chuckle escapes her mouth, as the both of them observes the team gathering for a formation in front of them. The man in a tattered coat pointed a gun at him, along with the boy with the yellow hair. What catches the attention of the man, is the green-haired girl, with several chairs floating around her.

“A powered.” The man notices, “Is she the one? The sponsor?”

“Supposed to,” Cham rips off what remains of her cuff on her wrist, “Until she and her bunch did a good one on me.”

“What a sad situation. When we supposed to be united in time like this. ” A genuine sorrow from his tone, hinted from the light tremble. “If it is their choice, then all we can do is to face their resolution with ours.”

The man walks closer, as he raises his hand, “I am of the Ark, where all are welcomed. Where—“

“Yeah, we got that part loud and clear before, jackasses” Bitter keeps his 9mm steady at Noah’s face, as he tries to control the frequency of his breathing. “Lemon, Lime — it’s unfortunate, but we will have to improvise. Are you ready?”

“What parts of your plan doesn’t include improvisation?” Lemon grips his handgun even tighter. It can be heard from his shaky voice that there’s a hint of nervousness all over his system.

“Well, what do you expect? Even the overconfident Lemon could be a little bit nervous as well.” The same kind of nervousness can be heard from Lime’s voice as well.

“Focus, damn it! We’re going for the ‘Launch-em up’!” Bitter continues to observe his surrounding, catching every slight movement the enemies are making. Even with the debris and dusts, he’s able to figure out a hand, stretching out to them. A flash of light cast a shadow again at the back of Noah’s figure.

“Now, go!” A round of lightning bolts flickers throughout the room, zapping all the elements as the white branch covers the entirety of the now obliterated meeting room. While Lime tries her best avoiding the lightnings, she launches the chairs toward the man in the eye of the storm.

“Are you really throwing a bunch of chairs to a literal storm? You’ve gone desperate!” Cham jumps in front of Noah with her guards up. With little efforts, she flicks away all the incoming ‘ammunition’. It flies to the right side, as it joins with the rushing wind of storm.

“Don’t underestimate me!” A couple of stones Lime just touched while she blitzes around the room starts to float. Lime throw her hands forward, as the hard concretes flies in an even faster velocity toward Cham.

“You really have to turn up your game, Lime!” A couple of jabs, and the stones have been reduced to smoke. The smoke settles in a split second, before a familiar object comes rushing to Cham’s face.

“You’re the one who has to turn up your game, Rinka-san!”

A barrage of chairs — now even faster as it was spun by the tornado now comes crashing down to Cham’s entire figure.

“Cham —!” But Noah has no time to respond to Cham’s immediate flight. A moment after the chair goes pass his vision, a table is flying to him. On the top of it, is the yellow-haired boy with his fist ready.

“Go—Lemon!”

Lemon’s hand reaching out to Noah’s shocked face. He watches the rough palm getting closer and closer to his face. With every muscle fibres he can stretches, Lemon extends his hand — to an extent where he could feel every cells in his arms tearing apart. His palm is getting closer, and closer, and closer —

A sight of a single yellow eye appeared behind Noah’s back, as a sudden strong gust of wind blow away Lemon and the flying table, back to where they started. They come crashing down, breaking the table into smithereens.

The fazed Noah quickly gains his cool, as he extends his arm again—

“Guh!” A sudden dizziness surges on his head. Such sensation quickly changed tranquility — as if his brain were full of exotic flowers.

“Bout time you bring the temperature down, Noah!” A raspy voice catches Noah’s attention. As he turn his head toward the voice, he recognises the tattered coat.

Noah observes the briefcase he had, and the empty glass containers Bitter holds. Beneath, and all around him, is even more empty containers — more than he could count in an instance.

“A single dose can paralyse even a Sera.” Bitter coughed, as he holding his breath in.

“And won’t you be affected by it, more than it affects me?” Noah covers his nose and mouth, realising what just happened.

“All within a calculated risk,” The tattered man smirk. His trembling hand let go of the containers, unable to hold it any longer. “All I have to do is to bear with the high, and collect my rewards.”

“And your underlings?”

Bitter glanced toward the two. They’re at a quite bad conditions, but at a reasonable distance. He returns Noah’s question, forcing a smile on his numb lips, “…All within a calculated risk.”

Bitter can almost taste Noah’s frustration, as Noah raises his hand,

“Be still.”

And the rage of the storm halts in a second. The rooms that feel like it has been flying finally calms down. The beam of the noon sun enters the room again. Bitter stands up, as he tries to regain his balance.

“Sera-class Noah of The Ark. It’s finally a pleasant to meet you face-to-face,” Bitter reaches toward the holster of his gun, “The fact that you indeed controls the weather is really obnoxious.”

Noah watches closely of the remaining standing— the yellow-haired boy still stumbled on the ground. The green-haired girl, gasping for air as she’s drenches in cold sweat.

“You’re out of move now …Detective-san.”

“It’s Bitter, and I’m no detective,” Bitter chuckles, “And I’m not out of move as well.”

With all of his might, he calls out his trusty friend.

“Todachi, — !”