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mostly-mundane-atla · 3 years

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Well I got at least two people interested (@esmeralda-anistasia and @deathsmallcaps) so why not.

Quick disclaimer: I understand that some fans can be very sensitive to this topic and take general criticisms as personal attacks and jump to the defensive. Please don't justify your ships to me if you have that reaction to anything said in this post. It's not my business and if I'm honest I really don't care. Your experiences are not mine and will not change mine and nothing I'm about to say is meant to be read as an insult.

Okay onto the rarepairs in question!

I was ten years old when the episode Zuko Alone first aired and Ursa fascinated me. She was so elegant and sweet, and yet the implication was that she was also capable of assassination. Her disappearence and the fact everyone involved kept pretty hush-hush about her gave her character an air of mystery and Zuko's memories involving her made him a great deal more interesting and sympathetic (i still rolled my eyes every time he showed up and thought he didn't deserve all the cute moments with Mai until The Day of Black Sun, and even then still thought Jet was cooler in every way, but you can't please them all). She had quickly become a favorite character and I've held onto that adoration for about 15 years now.

I also really wanted her to kiss Hakoda.

They had compatible personalities and deserved some luck in love after all the heartbreak and trials, and they both loved their children despite having to leave. Ursa was never treated as dead, just gone. She could have been anywhere and there was nothing to say she couldn't have crossed paths with Hakoda and his men.

There was also something about it I didn't quite have the words or media exposure to explain. Often, in fandom or canon, if a relationship is biracial, the partner who is fairer-skinned and/or of the dominant or invading culture, who the audience sees themselves in, is the man and the one who is darker-skinned and/or marginalized or colonized is the woman (heteronormativity got a head start on this one). There's a lot of ugly "taming the savage" rhetoric in this, usually paired with blatant misogyny that's supposed to be in the woman's favor (like suggesting that a woman could only be complicit in this culture because it was what she was told and didn't know any better). The woman's family and friends who oppose this are depicted as unfairly prejudiced against this strange man as if their distaste for people who can be or have been responsible for things like genocide or subjugation is the same as the other side seeing these people as deserving of genocide or subjugation for the crime of not being like them. Sometimes it's the other way around, where the partner seen as "more civilized" is the woman and the one seen as "less civilized" is the man, in which case the woman is often abducted or otherwise the man's defining feature is his brutishness. This supposed brutishness is both intimidating and attractive to the oh so delicate if a bit repressed captive/wife (as well as the audience) and can manifest as being fiercely protective of her, which is how he shows his affection if there is a language barrier between them. And if you grow up Native, this is easy to pick up on and often in the back of your mind, because at least 90% of your media representation likely has some aspect mentioned above.

(Man that was a lot of academic style analysis)

But the dynamic between Hakoda and Ursa wouldn't leave room for any of that. Hakoda, as an absent parent backstory, is defined by having to leave despite how much he loved and would miss his children. Ursa, as an absent parent backstory, is defined by the crime she was willing to commit for her children (for Zuko specifically, but how long would it actually take for Azula to shoot her mouth off at the wrong place and time and also be targeted by Azulon?). Ursa was the one whose willingness to kill sent her fleeing into the night. The culture of her nation betrayed her and made her choose between her own safety and that of at least one of her children. Hakoda is charismatic and a good leader, but he is also soft spoken and understanding, and above all else, gentle. He isn't here to hurt innocents. He's here to see to it that the next generation of his people will not fear invaders or raids or even know that snow can be black from soot. And he's someone Ursa can finally feel safe around and confide in, and she could be the same for him. Someone he doesn't have to be the leader for, to whom he can admit that he just wants to be home and let the tears fall.

I'm honest enough to admit that one of the reasons I liked The Search was that Ikem wore his hair a lot like Hakoda did and that was close enough to it being canon for me.

Another one is Jin/Smellerbee. Something about their personalities strikes me as being so wonderfully harmonious and I like to imagine Jin, smooth-talking and streetwise but still the most genuine person, being the one to sit Smellerbee, who never really got a chance to think about these things, down and explain that anything she might be is okay. That it's okay to not be in love with a guy friend who gave her a purpose and loyal companionship. That it's okay to like girls. That she can have more than one partner. That it's okay to be different from what's considered normal and proper and not have an easy word to describe it. And eventually she'd realize it's true. And eventually she'd realize that she wasn't teasing when she called her beautiful in a wild sort of way.

I also like to think that Smellerbee clearly has more specialized fighting skills and is very good at what she does but Jin is strong enough to bench press her no problem. And Smellerbee acts all tough (because she is) but blushes whenever Jin calls her cute or pretty because she's not used to it.

Sometimes Longshot is involved too. Not as a third wheel or the exact same kind of partner, more like a ghibli style relationship with Smellerbee. Like is it a gentle romance? Is it an intimate friendship? It's love and they know that and don't have to define it by others' perception. And Jin gives Longshot kisses so he doesn't feel left out, which gets him a bit bashful because she really could have anyone, she already has Smellerbee of all people, and she still finds him deserving of a peck on the cheek. They probably all bunk together.

This actually started from a fic I wrote but don't intend on posting more than snippets of. Basically, i was tired of a lot of fanfic tropes, especially those having to do with friends to lovers and soulmates (this world is not kind to aromantics and the last thing I wanted in my escapism was romance being established as a level up for relationships), so I wrote something to actively subvert all of them. Jet and Smellerbee were each convinced they owed the other a romantic relationship after all they'd been through together, even though neither actually wanted it, because that's how all the stories go. So after he dies, she remembers all those times that would have been romantic if either was actually interested, but were instead just uncomfortable because it was entirely social convention and no feeling. But then she comes across Jin, who she's never met before, but who takes her in her arms and reassures her and sympathizes with her, and in this tiny apartment in this seedy side of town, she feels safe. She seeks permission for every touch and kiss and tells her this encounter doesn't have to be anything she isn't comfortable with. And when Smellerbee has to leave, Jin insists she take a candle to light her way, and winks when she says she can return it the day after. She gives her an excuse to visit again. And Smellerbee blushes and accepts it.

And then there's Teo/Haru and Teo/Ty Lee. No special reason I just think both would make a cute couple and want Teo to be happy. He's a good boy, more people should love him. Let him impress people with wheelchair tricks and get smooched.

#response #i also just think Jin has a string of admirerers in ba sing se #and the si je defaille daydream scene from mozart l'opera rock is just an average tuesday for her

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octania · 4 years

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Obi Akitaru x Reader (NSFW,18+)

This is a commission I did for the sweet @super-spooder. I appreciate her support in this way greatly and I was so happy that she liked it and she gave me her permission to redo the fic in a “Reader” version. I hope you enjoy it. :)

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings: coworkers falling in love,public sex, dirty talk, creampie,

Short description: You are company’s 8 doctor, and you set your eyes for your captain. You tried to run from your feelings but did not know that the same problem is shattering Captain’s Akitaru heart, who will not stop until he has you in his arms.

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The light shone softly along her irises. I had never seen them up close like this before, because if I had, I wouldn't have stepped away. Nothing divided us anymore, there was nothing between us, not even the air, because I could no longer restrain myself. I will take the opportunity to the end, because maybe I will never get a chance like this again. She spoke once more, I would swear I heard the same thing the first time, but it seemed so unreal, I had to hear it once more.

“I don’t care about nothing but you. I will risk everything, I am sure of it, just to be with you. ”- the words came from (Y/N) soft lips, that seemed sweet like honey. Now I will finally be able to taste them, she gave me her permission, my feelings did not travel down a one-way road after all.

Obi gasped closer to her lovely face, his hands desperately grabbing at her waist as lungs grabbed the air. At last the facade of false denial cracked and he could set free what he had tried in vain to bury within himself. But the image of (Y/N)’s angelic face began to crack, blurring like turbulent water, letting an unpleasant light cover his vision.

He blinked. Once, twice, absorbing the feeling of rough sheets beneath his half-naked body. The faded wall once again replaced the reflection of his deepest desires, he once more became a slave to his dreams and awoke in the shackles of reality. His jaw clenched, he pulled the covers timidly, turning angrily on his stomach. His eyes were accustomed to the dark and awkward picture of reality, but his heart raced at the thought of returning to a world without her. That is, even worse, the world with her close but he cannot reach for her, he must not…

His fingers ached from the convulsive grip with which he held the sheets. He reached for her, little by little, ignoring the obstacles that clearly stood there, but something was shutting him down. She? He could have sworn the blush on her face streaked across her cheeks every time he gave her a restrained lovely word or praise, but why then run away from him after every time she gave him a smile? Why does her voice crack or stutter every time he is close to her or talks to her a little longer? If the truth is so fatal and she does not see him as he sees her?

In the night when she gets lonely, I wonder does she ever think about me?

The need to be her consolation, her support and the only body touching hers rose in his chest like a powerful storm. Anger and need, longing and pain mingled. It was his weakness from the moment she walked through the door of Company 8. If he had known how much his heart would be devoured by the cold teeth of loneliness, he would have forwarded her employment papers to Company 1. Maybe then he could finally approach her at the level of a human being and not a superior, he would not be burdened by a business relationship, and he would not have to choose what is appropriate and what is not.

Like it matters?

As if that would stop him if he only knew she shared his longing.It didn't stop him now, because he had been trying for months. It started innocent at first, from the first day he saw her through the window, approaching their company. How the wind played with the strands of her hair, how the light shines on the color of her eyes, how she holds herself proudly but still with two feet on the ground. He remembers staring longingly at the young woman. Surprise and adrenaline rushed through his veins as she turned off the street toward the main gate of their building. Just a few seconds later, a couple of light bangs echoed through the hallway as she knocked. He couldn't move, he was mesmerized and confused. He couldn't even get himself to stand when she appeared before his eyes again. Maki cheerfully escorted her to his office.“Here she is! Captain Akitaru, this is our new doctor! ” - she said excitedly, smiling in a welcoming manner to the young woman who had arrived.Her steps were graceful. A dark gray tunic fell over her hips, while her long legs barely gave Obi the opportunity to unglue his eyes from them. She held out her small hand, speaking in a voice that dwells in his most intimate dreams to this day . "My name is (Y/N), it is a pleasure to meet you captain Akitaru." No, he was wrong. He knew from the first moment how much her presence would cost him, but he would not trade his suffering for anything, he would never send her away.

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"I will not tell you again lieutenant Hinawa, your eating habits have to change." – (Y/N) anxiously measured lieutenant’s pressure, while at the same time her eyes shifted along the result papers she had just received.

“The food you are consuming has a low fiber and vitamin value, and you push your body to the extreme limits on the missions and working overtime as well. It affects your health, and from your blood results I can clearly see you lack magnesium which explains your migraines, thiamine which is to blame for your sore muscles, and biotin which raises your cholesterol!”- her voice rose for a few octaves as she read the blood results.

She dropped the pressure gauge on the table unsatisfactorily, forcing Lieutenant Hinawa, who is otherwise known for his icy gaze and stony expression, to be ashamed of his actions. She took a deep breath, her voice now sounding more worried like mother's.

"I know you work a lot, but you have to take care of yourself. I will prescribe you a couple of vitamins in tablets to improve your state a bit, but you must urgently include the list of foods that I will compile for you in your diet. I don't want your condition to get worse. ”- the devotion she felt for the members of the company could be compared to the mother's instinct when defending her young. She took their health not only seriously, not only as an obligation, but as her purpose, and she only attributed every omission to herself as a mistake. Hinawa lowered his head and squeezed his knees with his hands, making a slight bow as a sign of respect and agreement.

“Yes doctor (Y/N). I apologize.” - He said humbly like a scolded child. "Hay, you don't have to apologize to me, I just want you to take care of yourself… because if you don't, I will have you force fed carrots and apples, washing it down with orange juice." - she giggled, handing him the prescription. A restrained smile of gratitude appeared on the lieutenant's face as he picked up the prescription, rising from his chair, bowing once more deeply before heading for the door. In the solitude of her office, (Y/N) arched her back against the plastic chair and tilted her head back, closing her eyes. She massaged her tired eyelids with her fingers, thinking how hypocritical it is to scold others about caring for their own health when she is much worse than them. This was her third night that she barely slept, because she was overworking herself.

For breakfast, she had two large cups of coffee with a ton of sugar and a couple of dry crackers, which really wouldn’t even have been a part of her meal if her stomach hadn’t rustled sadly and betrayed her condition.

“So, how is our lieutenant doing? I saw his list of recommended fruits and vegetables, and it really goes forever. ”- a deep male voice made (Y/N) jump out of her chair, almost having a heart attack. She opened her eyes in wonder as she scanned the room for the source of the voice, squeezing her T-shirt on her chest from shock. Her already jumpy heart from the surprise, only pounded even harder against her rib cage when she saw two delicate irises, colored like the whiskey through which the sunlight is shining.

“Captain Akitaru! I didn’t hear you coming in. ” - she leaned on her legs, nervously fixing the white lab coat on her hips. He shrugged his broad shoulders as he watched her with a calm expression on his face, a gentle smile flickering on his lips. She could feel her cheeks begin to fire up, the air escaping from her lungs and making her breathe faster. She wrapped one arm around her waist, repeating endlessly in her head to calm down. This was happening more and more often.

Her anxiety would come to the surface every time Obi was next to her. Previously, she had managed to cover the corners of her lips, which without her permission automatically curled into a shy smile every time he looked at her. She would bite her lip, clear her throat, and look away. But now, a fleeting smile was the least of the problems. The treacherous red colors constantly painted her face, her pulse exceeded the limits of normal, her tongue twisted and she stammered if she had to talk to him for too long. Shame flooded the inside of her chest as the thought she so desperately wanted to bury pierced the surface, like a flower in growth and spread its petals of truth.

She liked him. She liked him more then she could ever admit or allow to herself.

When she first felt that her devotion and sympathy for the captain transcended the boundaries of respect and turned into something more intimate and personal, for the first time she took a day off. She felt guilty, caged inside something where there was no real way out to freedom, she could only hide along with her secret. All day she pondered the events that had brought her to the brink and pushed her into the abyss of these hidden feelings. She was convinced that the captain's affection for everyone was the same, and when he brought her coffee, asked her about her day, was always there to help her, it was the same thing he would do for anyone else in their company circle, and then she allowed herself to distort his intentions and began to view him as something more than a superior. Like a man. A handsome man with a heart of gold, a look that made her knees shake, shoulders as wide as if he carried the whole weight of the world on them, and a courage that could only be seen in sci-fi superhero movies. From that point on, she began to avoid him, as smoothly and painlessly as she could. She couldn't look him in the eye, she couldn't allow herself to see his gestures as anything more than mere decency.

How blind she really was.

She came to work earlier than anyone, just to keep the hallways empty so she could sneak like a ghost to her office. She went home last, doing the impossible jobs that made her sleepy head fall to the table and force her to sleep for an hour from exhaustion. But somehow that didn't work either. She began to see him in the craziest hours of the morning, while dawn was barely breaking through the dark clouds, sitting in his office from which the door was always open, a gesture showing that anyone could always come in for help or advice, greeting her warmly, beginning even an innocent conversation with her, but she would hastily answer a few words and disappear down the hall. As she went home at a time when the big yellow moon was already standing proudly in the starry sky, she could see his tired face under the lamp of a desk scanning papers or worse, hear the pounding of iron bars coming from their private gym that was literally placed in front of her office. She had to go that way, she had to, there was no other way out. At least she thought so until she tried to sneak out of her office on tiptoe, tapping her black shoes as softly as she could, praying to Sol that her dark clothes would blend in with the shadows in the hallway. But she was wrong.

Obi’s eyes were like hawks, patiently waiting for the prey to make a move. He had been working out tirelessly for two hours, staying after everyone but her. He knew she would come out last, and that would give him a chance to catch her alone. Maybe that changes something. Maybe if they are alone, something will be different after all.

“(Y/N) I thought you left. ”- an innocent lie. His strong arms lowering the weights next to the bench. Drops of sweat ran down his broad neck over his back. His undershirt clung to his pronounced muscles as if he had just come out of the water. Abs like carved from the stone, moving in waves as he caught his breath.

“C-captain Ak-guitar, I-I..I was just leaving. I am sorry if I disturbed you. ” - as if hypnotized, she followed his wide torso as he approached. His gasps intoxicated her innocent ears, reminding her of the way men breathe when they fuc…..

She couldn't even finish the thought, her lips trembled, there was a hurricane in her head, when her legs rushed down the hall. She could hear his voice echoing down the walls of the hallway, calling to her and asking if everything was okay, but she couldn't stop, she couldn't look at him. Her eyes filled with tears at her weakness. It was the last day she thought the only way out through the door was possible.

She wanted to make her escape possible at all costs, so the idea of going out or coming in through the window no longer seemed insane at all. She was sneaking behind the building in the early morning, coming to her office window on the ground floor, which she had left open last night, when she ran home through it in the same way as a thief would in the late hours of the night. But even that solution didn't last long, when she made a mistake and didn't look at which cars were packed in the driveway of Company 8. Truth be told, she didn't even blame herself, fatigue squeezed her like a parasite, and her concentration in the morning was zero. She was already halfway up the window, barely dragging her gear with one hand behind her, when she heard a familiar voice.

“Doctor? What in the Sol’s name are you doing? ” - Vulcan watched with his emerald eyes in amazement as (Y/N) barely held on to the window frame, almost falling down on her head when Vulcan called to her.

“Vulcan! Oh I..I .. ”- she turned her head in panic, her cheeks red as a ripe apple.

“I forgot my keys! Yes. I forgot my keys and I didn’t know that there was someone here. ” - she awkwardly shifted inside the building, accidentally dropping equipment that fell under the window.

"Oh. Well you should have knocked, Captain Obi was already in, he could have let you in.”- said Vulcan collecting (Y/N)’s things and slowly adding them to her.

Of course he is there… ..that is why I am here, making a fool out of myself…

"Silly me, I guess I need some rest after all." - she scratched the back of her head nervously, bowing to the young man out of gratitude, trying to close the window as soon as possible.

“But..how come the window is open? Is it broken? ” -Vulcan said before (Y/N) closed the window.

“No! Um..I guess I forgot the close it the night before. ”- she delved deeper into her excuses, realizing more and more how big a problem she is struggling with.

"Don't worry, I'll tell Shinra and Arthur to check every window from now on to make sure they're closed when we leave." - he said with a hearty smile, turning and waving goodbye. She followed him with her eyes for a bit with a sad look of defeat. This was her last idea of how to sneak in and out of the building, and it is now a thing of the past. She would have to face the captain again. A crystal tear danced in the corner of her eye as a rush of emotion passed through her being. She felt cornered, and the only thought that just crossed her mind didn't help. Her heart craved solace, and her brain created the only scenario that could provide it, and that was Obi’s long arms wrapped around her fragile shoulders, hugging her and whispering in her ear that everything was fine and that he was there now. She shook her head as if trying to push that scene as far as she could, opening her eyes.

No… no… this is not right..I can’t…

After that day, she decided to deal with her problem head on. Well, at least in some way. She sucked in the raging waves of her desire and tried to keep the encounters with Obi brief, more professional than usual, and above all, public. Always to be around people. She even started to leave her door wide open when there was no patient in, so if she sees him, someone would always pass in the hallways shortly after, and she would give her best to indulge in a conversation with that person, making them to join the two of them. But now, Obi was in her office alone, and he closed the door behind him.

He did not say anything, he just kept walking in her direction slowly, his eyes the color of dark honey staring in hers, making her take a few steps back when she bumped in the table behind her.

"H-hinawa will be ok if he follows the list I made him." - she answered nervously, trying not to stutter, exhaling gratefully when Obi stopped a meter away from her.

“I agree, good nutrition is very important. I would like to hear you professional opinion and advice on it. Maybe..you could show me how to properly eat over a dinner. ” - his voice exuded self-confidence, but he could hear the buzzing in his ears from the pressure as blood flowed rapidly through his body as his heart quickly pumped it.

She can’t misinterpret this.

He thought as he clenched his fists impatiently inside the pockets of his orange fire pants. But he was wrong. She didn’t have to misinterpreted it, she only has to go back to her endless denial and dodge the bullet.

Dinner… ..? Did he say… .d..dinner?

She could barely stand on her feet when she realized what he had asked her. She lowered her gaze, her hair covered her face as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

Is it possible he wants the same thing as I do? Not! Impossible! Even if he wants to, we can't,… we can't… He is my captain, and I am the doctor of this company.

Her heart was now skipping a beat as the panic attack clawed its way up to her very core. She knew if she looked him in the eyes and tried to speak, her voice would break and her tears would fall. She had to run. She had to get out of here. Without even looking up, she slipped between the chair and the table, dodging Obi in a full circle, not turning back, wanting to reach the door quickly. When she grabbed the doorknob, she could feel a glimmer of relief as she deftly directed an answer to Obi, who stood quietly behind her.

“Of course! That is a great idea! I can show everyone tonight at the party we are having! ”- how she managed to forget about it, about one golden ticket that was now in her hands, party where all the members of Company 8 will be, and they will have dinner together. She didn't let him answer, but flew out of the room as if the devils were chasing her. And she was haunted, the darkest demons of her forbidden desires who were now fed with his inappropriate question.

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This warm summer night in the company garden was different than usual. It was decorated with shiny little lights in various colors, hanging from the high tree branches, balloons being glued to the doors and some of them lying on the floor on top of the glittery confetti. They dragged two wide tables from the conference room, filling them with paper glasses, hard plastic dishware, various appetizers they ordered from the catering a few blocks away, a cake server sinking into an untouched cake, a big bowl of punch, a few beers, sodas, and a box filled with ice mixed with energy drinks.

From all this choices, (Y/N)’s hand instantly reached for the cooled can of energy drink. She snapped the metal opener, bringing the bubbly liquid to her glossy lips. She hummed when she tasted the beverage, enjoying the waking up sensation it brought to her senses. She turned, viewing all of the company members enjoying their time together. This was her first time celebrating the company’s anniversary with them, and she loved it already.

Arthur and Shinra playing like two little kids, throwing balloons at each other screaming in playful rage, Hinawa picking the vegetables from the metal plates filled with food, honoring his word to the doctor, the girls giggling and commenting how Vulcan is trying his best to tie his tie but keeps falling, blushing and turning so they can’t see, but they just keep fallowing the poor guy around and innocently teasing him. Only one person was missing. She felt a cold sting of panic traveling along her spine. Pushing down the unpleasant feeling, she closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to convince herself that everything will be just fine. She practiced this at home, for the love of Sol, for hours. After this morning and her talk with Obi, she made her best move in denial yet. Deciding that over thinking it as always will only bring more harm, so she decided to brush it off as a misunderstanding. He must have thought the same thing, the dinner party tonight. That was all she allowed herself to conclude, exhaling slowly and feeling the relaxation take over. But then she opened her eyes, and her heart started racing once more.

Wearing his official captain’s uniform which consisted of a blue jacket with his medals, a white shirt and a dark blue tie underneath the jacket, and neatly ironed pants with a matching color. His broad shoulders looked even bigger under this fancy clothing, his biceps that did not appreciate being covered stretching the materiel to its limits, and his muscular chest standing even more out under that white shirt.

(Y/N) knew her cheeks were rosy already, as she swallowed the saliva that accumulated in her mouth, trying to calm her hands from shaking and greet the captain properly. She tried to bow, but a warm feeling on her shoulder that was exposed because of her strapless cocktail dress and a firm but gentile pressure made her stand back up straight. Obi’s palm was now resting on her delicate skin, not moving it even after he made his point about No need to bow thing.

“(Y/N)..you look..lovely.”- he said every word slowly, carefully, like he himself is trying to get accustomed to them. He wanted to say so much more, but even with his new born bravery and dedication of accepting how he feels about her, he knew they were not alone and from what he gathered, (Y/N) only got more agitated when he tried to approach her in front other members. When they are alone, she runs, but when others are around, she is clearly upset. He pulled his hand back, hating the feeling of removing his skin from hers.

“Thank you Captain.”- she said restrainedly, again lowering her gaze, searching for the coverage of her hair falling over her face. She was trying to think of a way to end this conversation fast, excuse herself and go away to find safety by talking to someone else, but before she could muster any good ideas, Obi’s body got closer, almost towering over her. She rose her eyes quickly, widening them in shock as her eyes were locked on his, his face now inches away. Everything happened almost in slow motion, in her head this lasted for hours, when it was only for a brief moment, when he leaned, brushing his chest on her arm, reaching for a cup of punch on the table behind her. She did not even notice what he was actually doing, the closeness was too much for her. Her anxiety was through the roof, her breath shallow, and her mind blank when his enchanting perfume intoxicated her senses. All alarms in her head started screaming and echoing in her head, her feet shivering as she choked on her own whines. How weak he made her, how insanely fragile to his presence. She could not bear it, this fight in a ring can only be won by one and it is always him. She needed to escape once again, as her eyes filled with tears.

“Excuse me.”- a muffled sound escaped her lips as she rushed past him, dodging the gaze of everyone in the garden and walking as fast as she could to the bathroom.

She splashed cold water on her flustered face. The pea-sized drops rushed down her cheek to her neck, as (Y/N) shivered under the icy feeling. Her hands gripped the edge of the sink, as the salty tears now combined with water on her skin, mildly covering her real state. This got out of hand, she knew it from the moment she started to giggle and feel butterflies in her stomach every time he spoke to her. She should have dealt with it right then and there, not let it go so far that she can’t stand being around him no more. Nothing stings harder than forbidden love, and at least now she can admit it to herself, speak plainly in her own mind. She will have to quit, leave this place and these people she already considered family behind just to spare them of her unprofessional behavior and her betrayal, falling for a man that is her commander.

This is how it is meant to be…there is nothing I can do about it no more…it is written in the stars..

She could swear in that moment her heart broke in half. She could feel the meat of the muscle that gives you life slowly splitting in the middle.

“Why do you always run away?”- a deep whisper echoed the on the bathroom tiles. In that voice pain was hearable, deepness of the emotion that was buried somewhere for too long. (Y/N) turned just to face him once again, but this time she had no strength for pretending, she just turned her head to hide her tears and said in a whiny voice:

“Please Captain, I want to be alone.”- seeing her like this made Obi almost lose the ground under his feet. His protective instinct made him rush to her, but just before his reaching hand touched her, he stopped, realizing that his sudden movements made this to happen. He tried but never actually said it out load, to be clear. He took a deep breath, fighting the need to wrap his hands around her fragile body and hold her tight until the first morning light comes, shows her how he wants to be the one who protect her from harm, not the one causing it.

“The truth is, I am not feeling well lately..so I need your help.” – hearing this words from him made something in (Y/N) to snap. Her doctor side drilled its way up to the surface and concern for his well being took the lead. She turned, facing him with her cheeks painted with dark stains of her mascara.

“What happened? Are you in pain? When did it start?”- she started to check him with her eyes, looking for some kind of a injury, but there was nothing.

“You can’t see it from outside..It started 10 months ago, one morning, and I’ve been worse ever since. I’ve been distracted, and I can’t do it no more.”- he said clenching his fists. Her vision got blurry from the tears still being in there, but they did not fall. She listened, squeezing her lips in a straight line.

“I am in love with you, (Y/N). From the moment you took a turn on the street and walked in our company.” – his tensed muscles suddenly relaxed, like a huge weight have been lifted of his shoulders.

“I need to know do you feel the same, because I can’t stand to see you dodging me with any chance you got. Don’t think I did not notice. If you don’t want me, I will sto…”

“It is not that I don’t want it! I just..We..we can’t..”- her voice shattering like glass, barely managing to finish her sentences.

“Why?! Why do you think we can’t?”- Obi tried to stay calm, but being unable to hold her close, and hearing that she feels the same way but is denying it , got him close to the edge.

“Because you are my captain, and I am your subordinate! It is unethical! No one would understand!”- she screamed, unleashing the suffering she held inside, the opinion that tortured her, the fear of the judgment from others.

“So?! That are only useless titles! Worthless positions!”- he took one step closer unnoticed, slowly narrowing the space between them.

“No one would approve…I am not the one for you.”- she sniffled, trying to wipe away the rolling tears with a shaking hand, again crumbling under the feeling of a breaking heart.

“Because you are the one for me, I am willing to risk everything else. I don’t care if I have to resign, I don’t care what people would say…only thing I do care about it you.”- this time he knew it was not a dream, and there is nothing that could hold him back now. His hands landed on her thin waist, pulling her on him. She gasped as she crashed on his chest, feeling so small and fragile under him.

“Capt..”- her words have been shushed when his lips crashed on hers. The hungry mouth kissed her like she was his food and water and he was walking starved in the desert for decades. (Y/N) had her eyes half opened, looking how angelic face holds the expression of relief and happiness, the feelings that now consumed him when he finally tasted his forbidden fruit. His soft lips shifted on hers, opening them slowly as his tongue started to explore her mouth, finding hers and traveling along its surface, starting an erotic dance between their mouths. She let herself go, feeling how her feet became numb, her body screaming for him and wants to pull his huge one closer like a magnet. His wide palms shifted along her waist, squeezing it, exploring her shape along her back and down to her hips, sinking his fingers in the tender flesh.

“O-obi.”- she moaned between kisses, sinking her nails in his chest, feeling how adrenaline flows through her, giving herself to him to the fullest. His hands sifted a bit more, cupping her ass and lifting her up on the sink, opening her legs with his knee and shattering the space between them once more and he pushed himself on her.

“I want you (Y/N). I need you.” – he whispered, kissing her jaw, licking his way down to her collarbone. She moaned his name wrapping her thighs around him. His fingers found their way to the zipper of her dress along her ribs, pushing it down slowly. But before he lowered it, he tilted his head up, gazing at her, looking for permission. She blinked with her dark lashes, as she nodded , biting her lip. He gripped her with more force, barely controlling his wild desire. He bit the materiel of her cocktail dress, pulling it down from her bust. A dark lace bra without stripes held her tits with little force, making them almost fall out without him even touching them, but he did not plan to wait for that to happen. He unbuckled the buckle in the middle, releasing her breasts.

Seeing her big soft flesh bare in front of him made his hardened member swell a bit more. He placed her delicate nipple between his teeth ,pulling slowly then mending it with his kiss and tongue, while the other breast was squeezed with his hand. He played with the doughy flesh, making his fingers skin deep in and his grip got harder, placing the nipple between his fingers and pinching it, making (Y/N) to cry out his name while he was working both of her nipples with his talent.

She tasted good as she smelled. The minty scent filled his nostrils, making him inhale more deeply to catch every bit of it. The sensitive nipples were somehow sweet, brushing against the smooth surface of his tongue. He sucked harder, lifting the other one he had in his hand and pulling the delicate spot in the same time as he bit the other nipple. (Y/N) felt her juices soaking her black thong, how her fingers intertwined with his dark brown hair , pulling him closer, wanting him to devour her more. But he was hungry for something else. Still massaging her breast, he lowered his head down, kissing along her belly while pulling her dress down off her with his free hand. The lower he got, the wider did (Y/N) spread her legs.

Her sexual instinct made her open up for him like a flower bud, giving him access to her most intimate parts. He waste no time, removing the panties to the side, letting the heat of her soaked hole hit his face. He licked his lips on the sight ahead, slowly gathering the icing from her folds with the tip of his tongue. When she felt his tender muscles playing around her pussy, she cried out louder, giving her best to stay at least a bit quiet, but he did not make that job easy. He stuck his tongue deeper between her folds, licking her slit up and down, growling quietly from the satisfaction.

“You are delicious…much better than how I dreamed you would be..”- he murmured before shoving his tongue inside her, pumping it in as deep as he could reach, while teasing her clit with his index finger, pushing the nerve button tenderly as he fucked her with his tongue, while the juices smeared around his lips.

“D-Don’t say such things…”- she said biting on her knuckles, trying to suppress the lewd sounds coming from her mouth.

“But you are (Y/N). Your little pussy taste so good. I want to eat it whole.”- he whispered, as his voice sent vibrations along her delicate flesh, making her legs shiver. She could feel the tension building in her stomach, the feeling of sweet release coming closer. He sucked in her pussy lips along with her clit before shoving his tongue back between her velvety walls, returning both of his hand to her tits, pinching her nipples and pulling them hard. Her climax kicked in and she covered her mouth to hide the whiny sound of her orgasm, but Obi was quicker, grabbing her wrists and pulling them off her mouth.

“No. I want to hear you cum (Y/N).”-he twisted her nipple lightly, grabbing the whole breast with it and massaging it in fast motions while he licked her clit, making the electric feeling take over her body as she came and screamed his name as loud as she could. Her head started falling down, but Obi was ready to catch her, picking her up once more and carrying her to the wall. He pinned her bare back on the cold tiles, as the icy feeling against her skin get her a bit more concentrated after that wild orgasm.

“I will fuck you now baby.”- he pressed his lips on her, as she heard a sound of him unzipping his pants. She did not even have the chance to see what was coming, when she felt a light sting between her legs. She tried to relax her muscles to make the huge thing come in smoothly, but even that and her juices did not help. Obi’s rock hard length stretched her like nothing before, barely managing to fit in. She buried her head in his muscular shoulder as he continued to slowly push it.

“You are so tight baby..Fuck..”- he forced his way in, enjoying the clenching of her inner walls around his throbbing cock.

“O-obi …it is too big.”-she gasped for air, feeling overly opened.

“You are doing great baby..”- he whispered before jerking his hips upward, filling her to the end with his dick. His base hit her folds, as he stand still for a moment to let her get used to his size, then he started moving. Rocking his hips back and forth, harder, making (Y/N) to scratch his back under his shit while she moaned uncontrolably.

“Damn…you are perfect…you have no idea how many times I imagined this..how long I waited..”- he gasped his words, hitting hard between her shaky legs, as her lower back slammed on the tiles. He grabbed her ass cheeks and slammed her on his dick while he still drilled his way in, in the same time, lowering his head and starting sucking on her tits, leaving reddish marks all over her bust, sucking the flesh with passion, making his way down to her nipple, just to suck on it as he did on now swollen places before.

His thrust became shallow, faster, as he chased his orgasm. His fast hits just made her already overly stimulated clit to send more electric waves along her spine, filling her with another adrenaline rush, going back down to her lower parts and she felt she will cum one more time. The tone of her voice became higher, as she pulled him closer with her thighs. His stone hard biceps tensing as he murmured her name in her ear.

“Fuck..I will..I will cum (Y/N).”- he murmured around her nipple as he slammed wildly in her cunt, making the last hit harder than any before, nailing her to the wall as he filled her with his cum. She felt the warm feeling in the lower part of her belly, knowing how he is pumping her womb with his sperm. He pulled out gently, still holding her on the wall. His seductive smile and gentile eyes now focused on her, brushing his nose on hers.

“Please, never run away from me again. “- he asked, voice filled with emotions.

“I won’t.”- she said with teary eyes. His soft lips once again found hers, locking this promise and rewriting the faith written in the stars.

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Of course, I asked him to browse the government's military materials. Of course, the materials related to the research were kept confidential and were disposed of immediately after the war, but it turned out that a unit of the army was seeking donations for human experimentation in the west. That's the first clue, I'm the biggest contributor. "Chuya seemed to understand the flow of the story, and he turned his terrifying gaze toward the last man. For Iceman cold blood. "::: I'm not doing much," he said, offering the final material. "I found the sibling composition of your parents and the family tree beyond, the location of the school you attended, the report card and grade photo, and the birth record of the government office. Don't let the chief know the investigation. I could rely on the report card because I was a small finger, and I did the burglary eight times. "Iceman Nakaya made his eyes black and white while receiving the materials. The cold blood nodded, and for the first time today, with a faint smile. Iceman Odas Few people know him normally. But when he wasn't working, his cold blood was mild, and he was a mild-mannered man who loved coffee and Leonkou code. There aren't many people who know it. I know all five people here. Chuya Nakahara looked at all of them in turn. Everyone was smiling. Piano man. Stupid bird. Surgeon usually Abatros

Libman Iceman spokeswoman. Toshihide Tatsuhide of the cold-blooded port mafia "Why" Chuya saw the photo "This is ::-I think it's an action against the chief." It's a photo. As long as it was, Chuya wouldn't betray the Mafia, but the Pianoman shrugged his shoulders with a light face. "I was asked to watch if Chuya knew the secret, but it wasn't said to hide the secret." Chuya stared at the piano man to find out the intention of each bite. .. "Why" Chuya's expression makes me feel uneasy. "Why do you go that far?" "Why?" The piano man made a natural look. "I told you. 1st Anniversary 0" It's not a big deal. "The spokeswoman looked around, as if he was rather embarrassed by Chuya's attitude. "Speaking of which, that's right," the spokeswoman said with a very natural look. B. "Because they are friends, is it different for" Sheep "?" Shun ...

Chuya's upset expression was that in "Sheep", all humans relied on Chuya. The reverse never happened. "Let's think about it like this, Mr. Chuya-a spokesman opened his arms and made a gentle expression." It's not a gift. It's a flag. The army has raised the flag since the time of ancient Rome. There is only one reason, to let you know. Ku We are here, and every time any of the six of us, a party of the elected ones, are in danger, you remember the flag, and of the flag. Gather below .: I'm looking forward to it. " As expected, Libman "Fufu ::: A famous speech in the middle. As expected, a public relations officer, and countless women deceived by his speech: ・:" The surgeon said like a soliloquy. "I don't know what you mean," said a spokeswoman with a cool smile. "Oh yeah, by the way, this Flags Meisho Tsu Youngkai has the official name" Flag Association ". I took the current metaphor from there. However, only the founder, Piano Man, remembers the name and uses it. "Flagsus" "Flag Association"? "A fool bird shook his head. "It's like I heard it for the first time." "Hey, did you forget it? Hey, you're in trouble, did you explain it first?" Ito Pianoman looked around at everyone, but no one changed his expression. Wait, maybe no one really even remembers? The name Natsudon that I've been worried about for three months. "Uyo, Tsu Albatross Bensetsu Dama Ribman, everyone.

"What?" Everyone turned their eyes away from the piano man. Only Chuya was staring at the photo in his hand. It's not what you see there, but the existence of the photo itself, as if all the answers were written. "Congratulations on the first anniversary of joining the Chuya Mafia," everyone said. For a moment-for a few seconds, Chuya made a child's expression that he didn't know what to do. He compared everyone, compared the materials, and compared himself in the picture. "What happened?" Chuya suddenly returned to me when the piano man said so. "Oh, then I made an effort to make an angry face, and when I opened B and tried to yell at something, I didn't think of anything. 0 Everyone was wondering and saw Chuya. Nakaya hurried. I turned my back and shouted at the entrance. Sugu "Oh, that's right," Chuya's voice was unnecessarily loud. "In other words, if I suddenly showed this, I was impressed. I wonder if I'll cry and apologize, or that kind of aim! "Australia"

"Do you want to get on such a hand, okay, I'll never get on it!" Chuya walked toward the entrance with a rough step, with his face turned away. "I'm going home! Okay, I'm not following you! You shouldn't look at me!" The piano man looked around everyone, and then said to Chuya. "Well, it can't be helped if Chuya returns. According to my schedule, everyone would play a billard game after this ::: Will we do it alone?" Shuhin "The guest of honor will return. What? ”A spokeswoman lifts his eyebrows. Lots of "I can't help it. Fortunately, I have a lot of sake. Fortunately, there are prizes for trying to relieve my work after a long time." "It's wonderful." "Hey Chuya. "Turn it on and go home!" The stupid bird waved toward the entrance 0 "Do it yourself!" Chuya kicked the door open and went out of the store. "Hmm" Lee Everyone looked at each other's faces, and then looked at the door to say nothing. Ten seconds and twenty seconds have passed, with the silence. Abatos

Thirty seconds when no one is sick and does not relax. Forty seconds-a little less than the 丨, the door of the store opened small. "Shit. Explain the rules. I'll get all the prizes!" Chuya stood at the door with an expression that seemed to mix regret and anger equally. I have to do that. "The piano man smiled. It became. From then on, the scenery inside the store is quite natural, the sound of striking the ball, footsteps, cheers, swearing, moaning, clicking the glass, the sound of the ball falling, and the laughter of young people. A common sight all over the world. If you add the assets of everyone in the room, you can buy many lots of this city. However, such speciality could not be seen there. It was a conversation of ordinary young people everywhere. "Who was the last person at the bottom?" "It's still time to say such a light word." Su "I don't have enough alcohol." "Haha, I'm drunk and my hands are crazy! And lose." I'm crazy. It seems that I can only put balls about three times as much as you. "Sentence" I'm sorry! "Who?

Someone in the lively store played music with Juke Pox. With the music of old wind instruments in the background, billard balls, champagne glasses, and all the street corners where light mouths are exchanged are commonplace. Everybody wants it, it's not too difficult to get, and when it's lost, it disappears in an instant. It was there for a champagne foamy time. "Ufufu: ・: ・ I will decide with this" You Kinba "By the way, I saw you walking in the harbor with a blonde woman. Is it a new girlfriend?" "Ah, eh? , This is terrible "" What's wrong, you, etc., do you want to lose to me so much? "" Wow, the placement of the ball is dangerous, don't turn it to Chuya! The invincible Prince I-sama gets on with it again 2 " Who is the prince of me! "" Rabbit horns, decide! I'll ask the next guy! " It was a perfect blow. The hand ball given the rotation of the push ball rolls and hits the target ball. The target ball bounced the second ball

I'm sorry. The target ball, which became a chain of billiards, further flicked the table balls one after another, and changed its trajectory. The colorful balls that were given the power of movement drew intricate geometric patterns on the table, and "Oh," someone breathed. After a complex reflex reaction that was hard to follow, the final targets, yellow and nine-all-white No. 9, flowed into the central pocket. Kanman Ninepo City And-with a deep breathing slowness, No. 9 was in his pocket, and after a moment of silence, everyone cheered. "Wow!" "What can I see in a professional game right now!" "Artistic trajectory" "Unfortunately Chuya Nakahara, your consecutive championship was prevented by this" "The new champion "It's birth." "Who did you squeeze now?" Kimi, something strange happened there. Everyone was surprised. And everyone was looking for the person who sown. There were six people in the room until a while ago, but now there are seven people, "praise is fine," said the seventh person. Kurokami and Biiro Hitomi sentence A blue suit. Long limbs. Long black hair and dark-skinned eyes. A well-organized but serious face combination shot energy surprise

I'm just following the basics of the investigation manual, which says, "Prize is fine. To get information from humans, you should interact more and more intimately," holding the stick vertically like a ceremonial cane. So. As planned, it seems that the ritual game has deepened the relationship. Now you can move on to the mission. "The voice of the young Shinken often goes through in Hirakawa. And his eyes are forever serious. The peaceful Billard tournament ended there. Kukuri Knife-The hatchet sprinted to the young man's head, making a sound like burning the space. "Oops," the young man in a blue suit turned his head away to avoid the blade that broke through the air. It was a stupid bird who shook the Kukri knife hatchet with the tip of his hair scattered in the air when he was late to escape. The stupid bird avoiding the blade does not lose its calm expression and sinks the whole body deeply 0 Iceman What appeared from behind was a cold-blooded whole body holding a sniper and bending like a twisted sword, The young man in a blue suit, who was shot like a sniper bullet, avoided it without difficulty. In addition, a series of pursuit stab attacks are fired, and a stubborn stick grazes the skin of his nose, burns his hair, and pierces the hair growth of his ears, but there is no direct hit. All of them are avoided at intervals of several sentences. Put them in Albatos.

"Don't do it" Funny "Haha, it's funny-I think people in this shop without a wolf want to be killed by the soul! Let's make our wish come true-" This is Despite playing the game in a friendly manner, the aggression of the subject of the investigation is increasing. It is unreasonable. Why? "The wolves did not wait for the reply of the young wolf. Behind the young man who had lost his posture due to the avoidance of the stick, a thin, brilliant thread stretched out in a circle from the watch of the piano man who had already wrapped around. "Would you like me to continue the excuse on the floor?" The thread slowly fell on the young man's neck. A thread that is almost visible to the eye and can only be seen as a line of light reflection is wrapped around the young man's neck. When the piano man shakes his wrist, the circular thread contracts sharply and winds into his sleeve. It started to be taken. Naka-ya destroyed only one-armed winder. Pianoman has a winder on the sleeves of both arms. And once the electric winder hidden in the sleeves starts Subun, who is the decapitation stand for death that cannot be removed by any superhuman strength, immediately put a striking stick around his neck. However, the rolled-up piano wire is made of wooden sticks.

It was chewed and cut like sugar confectionery. The circumference of the piano wire perfectly matched the thickness of the young man's neck. Mujihi Wire After that, the ruthless steel wire did not just level the young man's neck into a table. "I didn't avoid the young man. I didn't even try to remove it from my neck. I didn't have to do that. The piano wire was slipping on the surface of the young man's skin. The plow winder roared. It digs into the skin, but that's it. It doesn't get scratched, and "detects the load on the outer skin contactor," said the young man with no expression. "I will follow the assetd self-defense routine and take an escape action," and suddenly turned sideways. The body rotated like a wheel without any preparatory movement. The piano man's take-up device, in which cute leather shoes draw a circle in the air, can withstand the rotation speed, and the pieces torn off along with the piano 0 line fly in the air. "Huh, this is wonderful." The piano man is retreating. It was. "There is only one fighting talent or one to get into the mafia's burrow." Everyone took a quicker distance than I quickly. The iron rules of normal combat do not apply to those who are incompetent in combat. It's different from a gun or a knife, an unknown

This is because it was a disaster of ease. If mishandled, the young people, who were at immediate risk of death, quickly moved away and moved into a formation of anti-combat. "No, I'm not a lonely man," said the young man, who pulled out a black emblem from the chest of his suit. "My name is Adam. That's right, I'm a detective of Europol." The air in the room changed. "Is it the police?" The piano man smiled sharply like a knife. "In that case, Mr. Yumu Adachin, as you said, there seems to have been a misunderstanding. It is wrong to think that the police power will enter this society and return alive! Public relations officer!" "I received it," said a young man in a blue suit who called himself Adam, who took out two machine guns from the back of his cloak and fired ten shots per second at high speed. , Raised the back of the hand to protect it. A nine-barrel bullet slides on the front 0 side of the back of his hand and bounces diagonally. "Detect the impact! Percentage to the limit of breaking stress!" Exclaims a European detective named Adam. "You may be doing damage to an international investigator!" "You're still a talented person who can't attack physically." Pianoman looks at the other person with a calm eye. Official, keep him in check and switch to the tactics of detention. "Nanacho, Tsu Machine Pistol Jin Yes

Iceman "Wait" Cold blood made a bitter voice while holding the stick. "Iceman's cold blood, which doesn't feel uncomfortable on his skin, made a startling expression for the first time today." For the first time, a confused expression appeared on the faces of everyone who wasn't a talented person. A human who can't pass through and even plays a nine-piece bullet with his bare hands is not an incompetent person. That is the same phenomenon that Iceman's impossible gravity reverses and the sun and moon collide. But cold blood is the intuition. (It is impossible to make a mistake), Tsukiyo, Tsumujun It was quite possible that human beings would be faced with two completely contradictory situations, and it would be difficult to maintain the front line, leading to confusion and escape. 0 But they weren't all ordinary people. The "interesting" piano man laughed. "If so, it's first come, first served! It's all about one topic! Everyone is allowed to use different abilities!" Iriyo / Tsukasa "Uncovering the secret of different abilities, I understand" S sentence "Haha! If you try to kill him, it will take a week

Immediately after "Fufu ::: Laparotomy", countless light spots appeared in the room, as light as a fist. It has no heat or weight, and it begins to rotate around Adam in a blue suit, like a revolving star. Immediately after that, Adam's posture collapsed. "Oh?" Saba', Adam's leather shoes sink into the hard floor. As if he had stepped into a soft desert. The floorboard crumbles like sand and swallows shoes. He steps on to pull out, but his other leg to step on is also beginning to sink. He involuntarily puts his left hand on the floor. His hands are also sinking. "This is ...:" Adam twisted his body and tried to grab the legs of the Pilard stand. Something grows from the back of his hand, and the skin is covered with fine scales. A bird-like slender head lined up with a lot of fangs in the cavities Mi-yo Tsuriyu, Tsusu It was a dinosaur. Above the neck of a small dinosaur, from the back of Adam's hand, it grew like a plant. B. "There is no corresponding information in the knowledge module." Adam shook his neck. A Subun dinosaur shouted and ate Adam's neck. Scales

Adam shook his head and managed to avoid it, but because of that, he lost his posture and sank into the floor. Suddenly, thin threads spewed out from the ceiling in a radial pattern. The thread was entwined with Adam and then rapidly wound up to the point of ejection. The flax-colored sand slammed on Adam's ceiling scatters the wood on the ceiling, and at the same time Adam moans, the thread disappears. Attracted by gravity, Adam crashes into the falling floor. And he is once again sunk into the flooring that has turned into sand hell. Ninshiki "The battle evaluation module can't recognize the situation." Adam's neck was entwined with the piano wire again. "Challenging the six people here alone was a daring calculation mistake, the police. "My husband" A piano man with a spare winder smiled with a stern smile. "For this reason, if you receive the different abilities of the first anniversary at the same time, it's a gift that even the world champion will not have in ten seconds. You can destroy your arms and legs, Chuya." Lee You "Chuya" Adam reacted to the new leaves and changed his expression. "Are you still?" Suishun Then it was a momentary event. Funshiyu

At Migiu, Adam deliberately sank his right arm to the floor. A dinosaur screamed and disappeared into the floor. His left leg recoiled from the floor as he sank his right arm. Adam kicked one of the nearby Billard stands with his left leg. The stroking stick on the table rolled down. The toes of Adam's toes came back to catch the stick Tsumaki Tora. And he kicked up. To even look at him. Adam's left hand grabbed the falling bar, which was kicked by his long legs, spinning in the air on his back. After turning the bar several times, his body slips out of the floor in reaction to piercing the sand floor. "Are you a musician!" Cried the stupid bird. "Don't move him to your own mountain anymore!" The piano man skips the instructions. A spokesman fired a submachine gun. Twisting in the air, Adam evaded all his bullets. Every bullet goes through 0 through the body. Adagum flies in the air as he walks through the maze of death created by the rain of bullets with a minimum of physical effort. And landing (the place where it landed-in front of Chuya, in order to prevent Chuya and others from sinking, Adam, who has not yet been desertified to the floor, raised a stick. Machine Pist Albatross

"Chuya!" Someone shouted and threw the stick on the floor. "Mr. Chuya Nakahara" Adam kneels on the floor, hangs his head, takes the most salute attitude to you, and "I came to protect you." Chuya Nakahara was confused. Seeing a European who takes a obedience attitude in front of him with an incredible look, "This machine is a first-type autonomous thinking calculator Adam Frankenstein manufactured by Dr. Walston Craft, a talented engineer. The purpose is to arrest an assassin who is aiming at you: The name of the assassin is Verleen Paul Verleen. "" Verleen, what? "Hearing that name changed Nakaya's complexion. "Why do you know the name?" 0 "Do you know Chuya" Is it an assassin? "Su" Did you use a calculator? "A. Young people buzzing. Adam stood up and was serious. I said it with my eyes. Oshu

Colorful spheres fly in the air. Mostly bruise, orange, dark green. A flock of bright colors to the eyes. All of them returned in arcs of different heights, "Suge :::", stunned by the stupid bird. Adam was throwing a ball of Pilard. It is thrown into the air and caught in the manner of a beanbag. Nine spheres draw complicated arcs of different heights and dance 0 in the air like a living thing. "Sure, it's not a work that a street performer can do." However, Adam said with a serious face. "The numbers of the two spheres in the highest position are always disjoint, that is, they are always arranged so that they do not have a common prime factor." "Mr. Chuya. You cannot repel Verlaine alone. He was dispatched. He is not just an assassin. He is the assassin king Paul Verlaine your brother. "Albatros

The piano man folded his arms and stared at the dancing ball. "Hmm. 5 and 8, next 4 and 9: ・: I'm sure." "What? Common element ・ :: ・ What?" Albatross said, "Absurd bird, I'm asking you to become a little stronger in numbers. Give me. If you go up, you need numbers. "Pia Aki Nomain said with a dismayed face. Inside the Billardo store. Six young people are sitting on the billard stand so as to surround Adam. Everyone is watching Adam's acrobatics in the center. "Is this what you are good at?" Simple "It's a simple physics operation," Adam said with no expression. "Gravitational acceleration, air resistance, rotational moment, motion, Coriolis force. The physical quantity that constantly acts on a substance is calculated over time to predict the behavior of the sphere. This kind of physical calculation ability is greater than that of the human brain. Because the computer is far better. "Wow: Do you understand?" "Hmm, awesome." The stupid bird sighed. "I don't understand at all." I understand. "Ribman with cold blood" Public relations officer, you. "What?" A "I don't know here, you're the only one," said a spokesman, looking forward. "It's the last." Adam threw the ball over his shoulder and into the rear Billard stand in the blind spot. Albatross Ribman

All the balls were exactly sucked into the pocket. In a row, all nine are blamed and quiet. "Tara!" Adam opened his arms and suddenly shouted out. Everyone was scared. Adam looked at everyone, saw the Pilard stand that threw the ball, and then shook his head. "Okokuya? No applause. It's different from the information in the external storage storage." Iceman "Um. Yahari This guy doesn't seem to be a human being." Cold blood said with no expression. "Fufu ::: European genius is more than a rumor :::" The surgeon smiled dimly. "I would like to apply the technology of the living body part to the treatment of my patients: Ukai Ue," Well, I will introduce myself again. "Adam bowed to Chuya and others. "This machine is an Adam acorn secret. I'm an artificial intelligence investigator who came to this country secretly. My favorite foods are dumplings and grass fruits. I don't like the metal detector at the airport security checkpoint. My dream is to establish a criminal mechanism consisting only of machine detectives, and to protect humans with the excellent investigative power of machines. "0" Machine-only criminal mechanism? Why? " "Of course, humans are imperfect and illogical, and we are better at being perfect machines." A "I suddenly said something scary :::" S "Well, you are a machine." Let's believe, "said the piano man. "But it's still a problem.

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