บท 19: Borderline of Justice 4
Touto Institute of Advanced Matter Physics Research Laboratory.
Sento walked beside Gentoku and his right-hand man, Nariaki. As they meandered through the visitor's gallery at the lab, Sento periodically probed his boss for information.
"Nabeshima? Never heard of him." Gentoku looked confused when Sento brought up the random name.
Sento remained composed and continued to press on. "I understand. Did that murdered researcher, Katsuragi, ever mention his name?"
Gentoku halted mid-stride, prompting the others to halt as well. He cast a brief glance at Sento before lifting his eyes to the ceiling, searching his memories.
"Hhhmmm, not that I remember...Is this somehow related to what happened to Mr. Katsuragi?"
Sento swung his hands back and forth then placed them into his overcoat pockets, trying to just look curious. "Not exactly...What was Katsuragi like anyways? His first name was Takumi, right?"
"Yeah, you got that right..." Gentoku pulled out his cell phone, searched through his gallery for a moment and then held up a picture of a skinny man in a lab coat, showing it to Sento.
"...This was Takumi Katsuragi...He was in charge of Pandora's Box."
Gentoku looked very sad, as if he had lost a great asset. "The man was a genius by anyone's estimation."
"He had his quirks though...Among his friends, he earned quite the nickname..."
Sento cocked his head and pricked up his ears, eager to glean some genuine facts from Gentoku.
Before answering, Gentoku walked towards the large viewing glass. His reflection was dyed red from the glow of the dividing wall, looming in the distance.
"...The Devil's Scientist."
"The Devil's Scientist? Where did that come from?" Sento's genuine curiosity was piqued; it was no longer just a part of his act.
...
Back at the Café, in the secret lab underneath...
"Urrghhh!"
Clink!
Rattle!
Ryuga found himself bound by chains once more, with at least four loops of the metal links securing him tightly to a post.
He grunted several times as he strained his muscles, trying to escape from his bind.
He looked towards Misora, who was sitting in her pajamas on the bed nearby. She was looking down at her phone, totally ignoring the rattling of chains, as well as the noise and complaints that Ryuga was making.
"Seriously! Why do we gotta do this!? Untie me already! UGH!" Ryuga glared hard at Misora as he continued to struggle against the chains.
Misora suddenly sprung up from her seated position on the bed, a big smile on her face.
"I finally got a tip on Nabeshima!"
She hoisted her phone into the air, beaming at Ryuga. Misora angled the phone's screen toward Ryuga, though he was too far away to make it out.
"Until about a year ago, he apparently worked at Nanba Industrial...Wow, I even managed to get a cell phone number..." Misora leaned against the wall, still much too far away for Ryuga to see anything.
Ryuga couldn't tell if she was trying to help him or tease him.
"Your fans are awesome! Nice work!" Ryuga was still excited regardless.
Misora tilted her head at Ryuga's praise. A moment later she made an over dramatic pose, pushing her arms up above her head in an exaggerated stretch. "HHHMMM...Kay. Going back to sleep now..."
She grinned at Ryuga before starting her return trip towards the bed.
Clink! Clink! Clink!
"Hey!...Hey!...HEY!" Ryuga struggled even more violently against his metal restraints.
"Weren't we about to contact Nabeshima?!" He stomped a foot against the ground in frustration. You're not really going back to sleep, right?"
Misora started to pull the sleeping mask she had perched on her forehead to cover her eyes once again.
"...Not happening." She yawned and prepared to lay down on the bed again.
"I'm tired and I just don't wanna right now...besides...I just don't really feel that obligated to help..."
She laid down on the bed and started to get into a comfy position.
"AARRGGGH!!"
CLANK!
PING!
Ryuga was angered by her indifference, bordering on bullying; he strained hard against the chains and managed to break a link in them!
Misora snapped back up into the seated position on the bed when she heard the loud snapping of the chain. She ripped the sleeping mask off of her face and just stared at Ryuga with her jaw slack.
Ryuga slowly turned his head toward Misora, his face contorted into a scowl that clearly showed how pissed off at her he was.
He shot to his feet and rushed towards Misora's position. She barely had the time to leap off the bed and before she could move any further, he was already in her face. Misora was being pushed against the wall just by his violent emotions!
"Then I guess I'll have to just make the call myself! Hand it over!"
He lunged for her cell phone. Misora attempted to pull it out of reach, but Ryuga was too quick for her to match.
"Give it here!...Now!"
In a flash, he had snatched it from her grasp.
He stared at it briefly, understanding that she had the number prepared for dialing but was indeed messing with him.
"You suck..." he muttered, pressing the call button as the ringtone began. The phone was attempting to connect the call. He glared at the still cowering Misora.
The call connected.
"Is this Nabeshima?!" Ryuga more or less yelled into the phone, not waiting for the person on the other line to respond.
"Who is this?" A deeper sounding voice finally answered after a few moments of silence.
Ryuga's voice softened a little and he quieted himself slightly.
"Does the name Ryuga Banjo ring any bells?...Let's cut to the chase...Where are you?"
A large, bald headed man on the other end of the call scrunched his face up slightly as he listened.
"You need to prove I'm innocent. Right now!"
The large man sighed before quietly responding.
"...I can't..."
Ryuga tilted his head, a look of frustration crossing his face. He held the phone away from his ear briefly, glaring at it as though the man on the other end could feel the intensity of his stare.
Bringing the phone back to his ear, he steadied and calmed himself with the brief pause. "Say what?...Could you repeat that?" he asked.
Nabeshima sounded slightly scared and pretty bothered when he spoke next. "...They'll hurt my wife and my daughter...Faust will kill them if I help you."
Ryuga looked confused, he had never heard that strange name before. "Faust?"
"Sigh...They're the organization that did those experiments on you...my hands are tied."
Ryuga almost felt bad for the man. He had a sudden idea.
"Will you testify if I can go and save your family before anything happens to them? I know a safe place they can stay...Where are they right now?"
Nabeshima paused for a full minute before answering. "They're in Seito...District 6."
Beep.
The call was disconnected.
A sour look was on the bald man's face as he turned around. "Was that enough?...Let my family go!"
He shouted at a man wearing armor, standing directly behind him. It was none other than the dark rider, Night Rouge!
"Hehehe"
...
Ryuga stood there, just looking at the now silent cell phone in his hand.
Misora crawled back into the bed and quietly asked, "What are you going to do now?"
Ryuga strode over to the chains that had previously restrained him. With a snort, he lifted them up. He flung the chains over his shoulder, sneered at Misora, and then marched towards the bed she occupied.
Misora's eyes widened, and she grasped her pillow, hugging it in front of her tightly.
"Wha...What do you plan on doing?!"
...
Nabeshima struggled in a cleared plastic tank. He was chained up tightly with the same shackles that had once held down both Ryuga and Sento at one point. He was submerged in green liquid and the rest of the clear rectangle he had be locked in was filled with a green mist.
"Hey! Stop this!"
Night Rouge lurked around in the misty background, pacing as he observed. "You did excellent work as an agent...So as a demonstration of gratitude..."
"...You'll be given even greater power."
Night Rouge sat down on his nearby throne like chair, crossing his legs and making himself look comfortable as he watched.
Nabeshima's eyes were open wide as the gas became more concentrated in the box he was trapped inside. He started to beg desperately.
"Stop!...Please...Don't do it!"
The gas and liquid were fully released into the box holding him.
"Noooooooo!...AGGHHHH!"
...
Several hours later, Sento returned home.
"Hello? Ryuga? Misora? Miitan? Haha..." He glanced down at the cell in his hands, making sure he hadn't missed any notifications.
"...Why didn't you pick up...?"
Sento raised his eyes from his phone and finally saw Misora, still in her pajamas, bound to the same post with the same chains that had previously restrained Ryuga. She also had a t-shirt shoved into her mouth. It was rolled up and tied around her head, clearly acting as gag to keep her quiet.
"Misora!"
Sento rushed towards the bound woman and slid to a stop in front of her, dropping down to her level as he arrived. He pulled the cloth out of her mouth immediately.
"What happened!?"
Misora moved her mouth back and forth for a few moments before answering. The gag had made her jaw a little sore.
"Banjo went to go find Nabeshima's family..."
"Eh? His family?"
Misora filled Sento in on the details of what had happened earlier as he untied her.
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