Bab 30: Chaos
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Accelerator made his way to Sumire's lab, the familiar surroundings sparking memories of their many interactions. As he stepped inside, Sumire looked up from her work, her eyes lighting up with curiosity and a hint of amusement.
"I need to ask a favor," Accelerator said bluntly, not wasting any time on pleasantries.
Sumire smirked, leaning back in her chair. "Oh? And what might that be?" she asked, her tone playful.
The two stared at each other eeriely.
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Accelerator and Sumire stood outside the local elementary school in the Tokyo District, watching as Sana and Mina made their way inside. Accelerator wore baggy clothes, a makeshift disguise to hide his identity. The children had settled into their roles as students, their faces beaming with excitement and nerves.
Sumire, standing next to Accelerator, latched onto his arm with a sly grin. "What should we do now, dear husband?" she teased, emphasizing her chest against him provocatively.
This technique might fluster a more docile man, but Accelerator was anything but. He returned her smirk, his eyes darkening with a mischievous glint. "I'm not a hero, Sumire. More like a villain. Persist like this, and I might just devour you."
The words, delivered in his usual blunt manner, sent a shiver down Sumire's spine. She licked her lips, her eyes dancing with excitement. "Is that a promise?" she teased, her voice low and sultry.
Accelerator leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Want to find out?"
Sumire didn't need to be asked twice. Without another word, she grabbed his hand and began pulling him towards the nearest hotel, her pulse quickening with anticipation. The thrill of the moment, combined with the tantalizing danger that Accelerator exuded, was more than enough to ignite a fire within her.
The atmosphere between them was charged with heat and unspoken desire. Sumire's grip on his hand was firm, her steps quickening as they neared their destination. The thrill of what was about to happen was almost too much to bear.
Inside the hotel, they moved with purpose. The door to their room closed behind them with a definitive click, sealing them in a private world where they could shed their inhibitions. Sumire wasted no time, pressing herself against Accelerator, her hands roaming over his body.
"You're playing with fire," Accelerator warned, his voice a low growl as he gripped her waist, pulling her closer.
"Good," Sumire breathed, her eyes locked on his. "I've always liked the heat."
Accelerator's response was a predatory smile, his hands sliding up her sides. He reveled in the way she responded to his touch, her breath hitching as he explored her curves. The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with anticipation.
Sumire's lips found his, the kiss hot and demanding. There was no hesitation, no holding back. Accelerator matched her intensity, his hands tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. The taste of her was intoxicating, fueling the fire between them.
Their clothes were discarded with haste, each piece falling to the floor as they moved towards the bed. Sumire's skin was soft and warm beneath his touch, her body arching into him as he explored every inch. She was responsive, her moans of pleasure music to his ears.
"You talk big," Sumire panted, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Show me what you can do."
Accelerator's answer was a growl of approval. He flipped her onto the bed, pinning her beneath him. The look in his eyes was dark and hungry, promising everything she had hoped for and more. He kissed her again, the heat between them intensifying.
The night was filled with the sounds of their passion, the bed creaking under the weight of their movements. Sumire's nails raked down his back, drawing a hiss from him as he responded with equal fervor. They moved together, a dance of desire and dominance that left them both breathless.
When it was over, they lay tangled together, the sheets a mess around them. Sumire's head rested on Accelerator's chest, her breath slowly returning to normal. The satisfaction of the moment was palpable, a sense of fulfillment that went beyond the physical.
"Well," Sumire said, her voice a contented murmur. "That was... intense. I can't barely move right now. What the hell is that size anyway…"
Accelerator chuckled, the sound low and rough. "You asked for it."
"And you delivered," she replied, a smile in her voice.
They stayed like that for a while, the quiet of the room a stark contrast to the heat and noise of their earlier activities. There was a sense of peace, of connection, that neither of them had anticipated. It was a moment of vulnerability, of shared intimacy that went beyond their usual interactions.
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The continuous week persisted with Accelerator finishing major parts of the Outer District. He had constructed a school, assigning Sumire to handle it later. Sumire had complained, saying she was a researcher, not a teacher. But Accelerator had shut her up with a simple, "No more dick." Sumire, apparently fond of his "gigantic sword," had no choice but to agree, enchanted and frustrated by his audacity.
Accelerator was currently staring at the kids playing while sipping his can of coffee. Almost 60% of the kids had already become Transcendents, transformed by Sana under Accelerator's orders. There had been no refusals because the children trusted their big brother completely. He had changed their world, and they were willing to do anything for him, even die if necessary. Accelerator, however, saw his achievements as mild, unaware of how significant he was to the children.
Sumire and Accelerator hadn't actually married, but he had placed Sumire as the mom of Sana and Mina, making it easier for them to enter school. He was enjoying his peaceful times when his attention was drawn to the TV, which was showing news about their Paradise.
The screen displayed scenes of the newly built Outer District. The area looked vibrant and alive, a stark contrast to its former state. The camera panned over the playgrounds, schools, and homes that Accelerator had built, capturing the children playing and laughing, their faces filled with joy.
However, the tone of the news report was anything but positive. The interviewer, a stern-faced woman, was speaking to a group of people who had gathered to protest.
"Good evening, viewers," the interviewer began. "We are here in front of the newly constructed Outer District, a project spearheaded by a mysterious figure known only as Accelerator. While this district has brought hope and joy to the Cursed Children, it has sparked outrage among many citizens. Let's hear what they have to say."
The camera zoomed in on a middle-aged man, his face red with anger. "This is an outrage!" he shouted. "These kids are dangerous! They're Gastrea-infected freaks! How can we let them live so close to us? It's only a matter of time before they turn on us!"
A woman beside him nodded vehemently. "Exactly! I have children of my own. How am I supposed to feel safe knowing those monsters are right next door? This Accelerator should be arrested for endangering all of us!"
The interviewer turned to another protester, a young man holding a sign that read, [No to Cursed Children] "What do you think about this new district?" she asked.
"It's a disaster waiting to happen," the young man replied. "We've seen what those kids can do. They're not normal, and they never will be. This whole project is a joke. Accelerator is just a madman who's putting all of us at risk."
The scene cut to a close-up of the interviewer, who looked solemn. "As you can see, the sentiment here is overwhelmingly negative. The residents of Tokyo District are fearful and angry, demanding action against Accelerator and his so-called Paradise. The authorities have yet to comment on the situation, but pressure is mounting. We will keep you updated as this story develops."
The report ended, cutting back to the studio. Accelerator leaned back in his chair, a smirk spreading across his face. An idea had begun to form in his mind. The anger and fear of these people didn't intimidate him, if anything, it amused him. Who said they could mess with him?
He finished his coffee, his mind racing with possibilities. The children continued to play, unaware of the brewing storm. Sumire walked over, catching sight of his expression. "What's that look for?" she asked, curiosity piqued.
Accelerator shrugged, his smirk never fading. "Just thinking about how to deal with our 'friends' in the Tokyo District," he said casually. "They're about to learn what it means to cross me."
Sumire raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. She knew better than to question his plans. Instead, she joined him in watching the children, the momentary peace a welcome respite from the chaos.
Later that evening, a massive power outage plunged the Tokyo District into complete darkness. Every light, every electronic device, and every source of electricity ceased to function, leaving the city shrouded in an eerie, foreboding silence. The once vibrant and bustling metropolis now lay dormant, swallowed by the night.
In stark contrast, the Outer District remained brightly lit, its lights shining like a beacon in the surrounding gloom. The transformation from a desolate area to a lively sanctuary was highlighted by the stark difference between the two regions. The children continued their evening activities, unaffected by the blackout that gripped the rest of the city.
Panic spread quickly through the Tokyo District as residents scrambled to understand what had happened. Speculations ran wild, was a power tower destroyed, or was there a major malfunction in the grid? Authorities and technicians scoured the infrastructure for signs of damage or sabotage but found nothing. The origin of the blackout remained a mystery.
The fear and confusion quickly turned to anger. People began cursing the Cursed Children, blaming them for the sudden power failure. Misinformation and prejudice fueled their rage, as accusations flew unchecked. The residents of Tokyo District were convinced that the children were behind the chaos, using their supposed powers to wreak havoc.
Far from the epicenter of the chaos, Accelerator watched with a smirk, reveling in the turmoil he had orchestrated. He was the true architect of the blackout, having manipulated the vectors of the electrical currents to cut off power to the entire Tokyo District. It was a simple task for him, one that brought him immense satisfaction as he watched the city descend into panic.
He jeered at the masses from afar, finding amusement in their plight. They were now experiencing a fraction of what the Cursed Children had endured—fear, uncertainty, and helplessness. It was a taste of their own medicine, a lesson in empathy delivered with cruel precision.
But Accelerator wasn't done. In a further act of calculated malice, he opened a rift in the monoliths, allowing a few Gastrea to slip through the barrier. These creatures, though not numerous enough to cause widespread destruction, were more than capable of instilling terror in the already frightened populace.
The Gastrea prowled the darkened streets, their glowing eyes piercing the blackness. Their presence sent waves of panic through the city, as residents barricaded themselves in their homes, praying for safety. Promoters were quickly dispatched to deal with the threat, and while they managed to eliminate the Gastrea, the psychological damage was done. The terror they sowed in the darkness lingered, leaving a lasting mark on the city's collective psyche.
No one in Tokyo District slept that night. The fear of another Gastrea attack kept them awake, their minds racing with images of the horrors that lurked just beyond their doors. Parents held their children close, whispering reassurances they didn't fully believe. The city was gripped by a palpable sense of dread, each shadow a potential threat.
Accelerator, aware of the chaos he had caused, felt no remorse. He had disrupted the lives of countless innocent people, but in his eyes, they were far from innocent. His judgment was skewed, his sense of morality twisted by years of hardship and conflict. To him, the adult population of Tokyo District were complicit in the suffering of the Cursed Children, and therefore deserving of whatever fate befell them.
His philosophy was simple, as long as the children he protected were safe and happy, the rest of the world could burn. The innocence of the children contrasted sharply with the perceived evil of the adults, and Accelerator's actions were driven by this black-and-white worldview.
As the first light of dawn began to break, the residents of Tokyo District were left to reckon with the events of the night. The power was gradually restored, but the scars of fear and anxiety remained. Accelerator's message was clear—he held the power to disrupt their lives at will, and he would not hesitate to do so again if they threatened his sanctuary.
In the Outer District, the children woke up to another day of safety and stability, unaware of the havoc that had been wreaked just beyond their walls. They played, learned, and lived without fear, their world meticulously crafted by Accelerator's relentless efforts.
Sumire, aware of the events but choosing to remain silent, continued her work with the children. She understood Accelerator's methods, even if she didn't always agree with them. There was a sense of mutual respect and understanding between them, forged through shared experiences and a common goal.
As Accelerator watched over the Outer District, he felt a sense of grim satisfaction. His sanctuary stood strong, a beacon of hope for the Cursed Children. The rest of the world, with all its complexities and moral ambiguities, faded into the background. For now, his mission was clear, and he was prepared to face any challenge that came his way.
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