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Izuku awoke to an angel in bed next to him. Her bare skin, even scarred, shimmered beautifully in the morning sunlight. With the birds chipping, and the sound of waves crashing, he briefly had to wonder if he was dead. Not even Heaven could be this perfect.
Kaina, living several lifetimes of war and with superhuman senses, woke the second she felt the presence of a conscious person. But knowing that she was safe, she woke slowly, elegantly stretching her body like a cat. Unintentionally or not, she gave Izuku quite the show. Again, not even Heaven could compare.
She languidly climbed her way across the massive bed, pressing herself against Izuku’s warm chest. He enveloped her in his arms.
“I can die happy now…” She lazily slurred.
“Don’t say such morbid things,” Izuku replied with a laugh.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere… In fact, I think I’ll stay like this for a while longer,” She said, savoring the morning hug.
Izuku enjoyed it with her, right up until his phone rang. And it wasn’t his own phone, it was the sat-phone that Adam White gave him. He groaned, but he did sign a contract and there was a chance that someone’s life was in danger, so he quickly answered.
“This is Midoriya.”
“This is Adam White calling, don’t worry, there’s nothing America needs right now,” He knew who Izuku was. Even though he was young and a fresh National-Rank, Izuku was very objective oriented, and he liked to get to the point as quickly as possible. “However, I finally got permission from the President for that very special gift you requested. You can come at any time to ‘retrieve’ it.”
Izuku was glad he answered the phone, that was some incredible news. “Great! Thanks for the hard work.” He didn’t really like Adam, but the man had been running around like a wild animal to get Izuku what he needed. Some of it was simple like his vacations with the girls, but there were other tasks Izuku had given him that were crucial to the future of the world. So obviously, he believed a ‘thank you’ was in order, even if the man was just serving the needs of himself and his country. “If it’s okay, I’ll come pick it up in about two hours.”
“Not a problem! I assume you found my own gift in that basket? How was the se-” Izuku immediately hung up on him. If he was being honest with himself, he really did enjoy last night, and Kaina essentially surrendering herself to him was a gesture that he cherished. In order to remove your own Awakened status, even temporarily, and bind yourself, you had to have complete faith in your partner. So in a roundabout way, Adam showed him just how much Kaina trusted and loved him. But the man was absolutely a pervert through and through. It was best not to encourage that behavior.
“You’re leaving me?!” Kaina said with teasing doe eyes.
“I’ll only be gone for a couple of minutes. Besides, we still have two hours and I’ll be right back after that.”
“Then that’s plenty of time,” She said, crawling atop Izuku and straddling his waist. “But you’re gonna need a shower before you meet the Americans. Can’t have you smelling of sweat, so I’ll make sure to take care of you in the shower as well.” Her half-lidded lust-filled eyes were impossible to resist. No single tool in Izuku’s arsenal could cleanse the “Degenerate” debuff that she, or Momo, inflicted upon him. He’d have to wait and see if Setsuna and Rumi had the same spell. But until then, he already had a horny girl in his bed.
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Izuku teleported to the Federal Bureau of Heroic headquarters after a very refreshing shower. He could’ve teleported directly to the vault where Adam White would lead him, but it felt rude to so brazenly infiltrate a high-security building when he had permission to visit. Americans or not, Japanese or not, Izuku believed that he had a responsibility to uphold the respect that institutions and powerful individuals should show to basic procedure.
Not a single person, not even the President, could complain if he wanted to teleport inside the building. But he decided to merely teleport to the front doors to avoid the public scrutiny. Monarchs and Rulers, alongside Lords, were already on the planet, some secrecy could still benefit him. After all, information was the most crucial aspect of a war.
Several Secret Service-looking men were waiting to guide him inside. They all looked like rather generic men and women, but Izuku knew the truth. These were all S and A-Ranks. America had so much to go around that they could spare all of this just to guard their headquarters. Of course, there was also a good reason for them to be here, as the vault beneath the headquarters looked like a golden pile of treasure.
Since Magical items were so valuable it was likely the largest accumulation of wealth anywhere in the world. In fact, all the treasures were so valuable that Izuku had trouble trying to estimate a price for it all. It was, in a way, priceless. It wasn’t all that far from nuclear devices. The most powerful weapons kept safe for the good of everyone. To buy one would be to invoke mass destruction.
The procession of guards led Izuku right to Adam White, standing in the pristine halls. “Make a comment like that again, and I’ll personally show you what Dark Magic is capable of.”
Adam White balked. “What? Was that really out of line?”
Izuku narrowed his gaze at the man. “Hmm… you’re not lying. You’re confused. Don’t tell me… this is the normal behavior the other National-Ranks expect of you?”
“Well… yeah!” Adam shrugged like it was no big deal. “Andre and Reed both requested such things of me, and they chatted with me about their exploits.”
“Yeah… that’s not how I function.”
“Oh…” Adam looked genuinely upset, he really didn’t understand.
Izuku almost felt bad for him. After years spent around… less “honorable” men, his own personality had been twisted. “Just don’t do it again, I don’t find it very amusing.”
“Of course,” Adam quickly swore up and down to never do it again.
After going through several security checks on the way to the other security checks, Izuku said, “I’m surprised the President agreed to this so quickly.”
“You thought he’d refuse?”
“Giving me this is like handing me several nuclear weapons. America has a history of hoarding power, not handing it out.”
“I believe it may be more accurate to say that America has a history of protecting its own interests. We hand out power to maintain our own. You are also apart of that system.”
“But usually other countries, being handed American power, come at a cost. Or the countries just aren’t strong enough to resist American occupation. It’s not a union, it’s a dictatorship. And here I stand, strong enough to defeat your best and brightest, yet you give me more?” Izuku wasn’t complaining, not in the slightest, about his new treatment. However, it did slightly worry him that he might not completely understand it. “I find it hard to believe your country would do that with the minimal terms I’ve agreed to.”
Adam smiled. “Then I suppose I can’t do anything to convince you of our honesty in this situation.” He guided Izuku to an elevator, at the end of a long hallway with dozens of heavily armed guards and Heroes. “I don’t disagree with much of what you’ve said, but - if only for these extreme circumstances regarding David Shield’s calculations - America is being truthful. We believe you are the potential messiah of humanity. America is concerned about being top dog, but it would much rather humanity survive and thrive than be stuck in a war they were losing. That is why we’re willing to give you almost anything, because it may succeed in diverting Shield’s calculations and ultimately save the human race. Business can only be conducted while people live. If the world began to end, America would lose so much.”
Descending for several minutes, Izuku could sense the feast they had prepared for him. Not a literal feast, just one of darkness.
“Acquired from every lab across the country, and even some from outside the country, we have assembled as many Boss Villain corpses as possible.” The elevator doors pulled open to reveal a massive underground hangar, filled to the brim with the skeletons or partially preserved bodies of hundreds of Boss Villains. Among them, there was a single grand prize.
The skeleton stretched to the ceiling of the hangar, its jaw hanging low, as if waiting for the moment it could release its fiery breath yet again. Its skull was cracked and dented, but it still exuded immense Mana and a bit of malice.
“The strongest Villain humanity has faced… Kamish.”
Scientists moved around the hangar, keeping everything in order and ensuring that the specimens were maintained. After all, these were subjects studied by many major labs and universities. They needed them in working order for research.
Izuku gently rose off the ground, scanning the room. “About ninety-nine percent no longer have their souls.”
“Ninety-nine?!”
“Souls don’t stick around forever. They usually leave the body shortly after death. Only the strong desire to remain after death keeps Souls in place. The length of their stay is also determined by their power. So Kamish here could theoretically stick around for hundreds of years.”
“You mean… his Soul is…”
“Don’t worry, it’s still there. This was well within the expected range of results. If anything, I didn’t expect there to be forty percent still here, I thought it would be less than that.” Adam White breathed a sigh of relief as Izuku approached the dragon at his eye level using Gravity Magic. “His Soul is still burning strong.” Souls usually weren’t all that brilliant. Their glimmer and shine was mild, but Kamish’s Soul was like the sun, almost too bright to look at.
“Can you control it?” Adam asked.
To many, Kamish was the world’s darkest hour. It killed swaths of S-Ranks and A-Ranks, most of the world’s Heroes at that rank. Many believed that, if Kamish wasn’t stopped in America, it would go on to trample the rest of the world. It was humanity's first true encounter with the apocalypse since the invention of nuclear weapons. In the current day, some even worshiped the dragon, making comparisons between it and the Great Flood God inflicted upon humanity. Some used it as an advocate for eugenics, breeding the strongest humans to survive the coming Gates. Neither platform was very popular.
Whatever the case, there was a firm belief that Kamish was special, even amongst other S-Rank or higher Villains. So it was only natural that Adam ask.
“I have yet to meet something I could not control. Even when they were stronger than me, they followed orders.” Of course, that example came from Igris pledging himself, and he was a bit of a special case.
But Beru was also immensely strong, and had the most visceral reaction to being raised thus far, and he was ridiculously loyal to Izuku. It would be weird if Kamish was some exception to the powers of Ashborn. Even if he was, Izuku could banish his Shadow at any time.
“You may want to clear the room a bit. I’m gonna start with his Shadow only.” He held out his hand as Adam coerced people away from the center of the room, where Kamish was.
“Arise!”
Izuku felt an immense pull, as if his Gravity Magic was being used on him. Kamish’s Soul seemed to snuff out all light in the room, stretching far and wide. Much like Beru’s awakening, it did not go unnoticed by the world. The darkness enveloped everything, touching everyone, before retreating back to a single infinite point of darkness which began to grow its new body.
“Should it be asked of me, I will burn it in the name of my King!” The voice shook the entire room, causing lights to flicker and many of the scientists to fall over. “Death is not the end!”
The immense dragon, which barely fit in a room capable of housing an aircraft carrier, bowed its head to Izuku. He could feel the heat coming off of him, like a blob of molten metal reaching out for him.
“Shall I begin by incinerating these pests?” He asked, looking down at the humans with malice.
“No!” Izuku made sure he was in front of Kamish’s mouth in case he tried to let loose a breath attack. “We’re protecting this planet and its people!”
Kamish tilted his head to the side. “You… are not Ashborn…”
“I’m Izuku Midoriya.”
Kamish seemed to lose himself in contemplation. The minutes stretched out as his senses stretched out to the rest of the world. “I… failed my Lord…”
“Then succeed at protecting this world instead of destroying it.”
“Why do you resist?” Kamish asked. “Why should I serve you? Are you merely clawing against the fragility of your own lives?”
“In part, yes,” Izuku admitted. Part of him had always been reminiscent of a dirty little mouse, sneaking into whatever crevice or hovel it could find safety in. Practically all humans had it, the desire to delay death for as long as possible. “But I also see the universe in opposition to the Monarchs and Rulers. It’s not a ruined landscape that needs to be torn up and remade, and it’s not meant to be a pristine and sterile existence. I see opportunity and excitement. I believe the universe should be given free reign from these Gods. And I’ll need your help to make that happen.”
Kamish sighed, his breath like a flamethrower on its own. “I see… you seek the same path as Ashborn… He has chosen you as his heir. So, I will serve.”
*******
[Kamish, The Undying Flame:]
Grade: Grand-Marshal
Species: Titania-Stretaic Onyx-Ignis
Role: DPS
Skills: Undying Flames, Blessing of the Dragon Lord, Draconic Regent, Dragon King, NULL Space, Tardigrade.
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[Skill: Undying Flames]
- Passive Skill
- Cost: Nothing
- Description: The user’s body possesses immeasurable heat and can spend it like a currency to enhance many aspects of their body. From simple enhancements, to dragon breath, to being able to burn all debuffs out of the user’s system.
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[Skill: Blessing of the Dragon God]
- Passive Skill
- Cost: Loyalty to the Dragon Lord. The user of this Skill cannot disobey the current Dragon Lord.
- Description: Evolves the user into a Dragon King. The user gains massive increases to strength, durability, magic resistance and amplification, and perception. The user also acquires all branches of Fire Magic aside from Apex Fire Magic.
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[Skill: Draconic Regent]
- Active Skill
- Cost: 50,000 Mana and a cast delay of 45 seconds
- Description: The user may target a circular area. After being cast and after 45 seconds the targeted area will be pelted with meteors. The size of the target area and the amount of meteors impacting that area can be determined by the user. For pinpoint accuracy, the user can target a small area with one large meteor. For a more scattered attack, the user can target any sized area with dozens of meteors. The meteors themselves can be any size equal to, or less than, 150 meters in diameter.
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[Skill: Dragon King]
- Passive Skill
- Cost: Nothing
- Description: The user is now in control of any lesser draconic Chaos Inhabitants that they might run across. The user’s size has dramatically increased. Furthermore, the user now has a powerful breath attack. If the user already has a breath attack, it is enhanced further.
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[Skill: NULL Space]
- Active Skill
- Cost: 500,000 Mana or 100,000 Mana depending on the activation of the Skill
- Description: When activated this Skill can either generate a portal into NULL Space, or move only themselves into the NULL Space.
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[Skill: Tardigrade]
- Passive Skill
- Cost: Nothing
- Description: The user can survive almost anything. They can breathe in space, are immune to radiation, can dispel most debuffs and toxins in their body, and unless the brain is destroyed, the user can recover from any injury, no matter how devastating, given enough time. This means that the user can regenerate their entire body as long as the brain survives.
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“No wonder you were so difficult to kill…” Izuku said, reading his Skills. “So… Dragon Lord. Are you talking about Strea?”
Kamish dipped his head. “I was but a starving newt when she found me. I owe her everything.”
“Really? Ya know, Raia told me that she couldn’t be trusted.”
“Raia? The Synthetic Lord? He lives?!” Kamish grumbled under his breath. “The story between those two… it’s not mine to tell.”
Izuku nodded. “That’s fair. But my partner was given an Apex Skill from Strea, can you at least tell me if it’s safe?”
“Your partner?” Kamish seemed to be in disbelief. “May I meet her?!” He was very excited, his long spiky tail wagging like that of a dog’s.
Izuku shrugged. “Hey Adam, you mind if head out?” He scooped up the remaining Souls to resurrect later, a total of 20.
Adam, paler than a piece of A12 paper, nodded with jerking motions. He, as well as the scientists, were barely able to stay on their feet. Many had wet themselves in fear.
“Pathetic creatures…” Kamish bemoaned as he was brought with Izuku across the country and back to Maui.
Izuku emerged back inside the master bedroom. Kaina wasn’t there anymore, but Izuku could sense her presence downstairs. “I’m home!” He shouted, half-jokingly. With the existence of Lords, Monarchs, Rulers, and whatever else was left in the universe, teleporting in on someone with his power level could be misinterpreted as an attack.
Of course, Kaina noticed it was Izuku the second he emerged. She’d never be able to mistake his presence for anyone else. “I’m in the kitchen!” Everything was just pleasantries really.
What was even more pleasant than the pleasantries was the smell. As Izuku walked down to the kitchen, bacon, eggs, waffles, and more caught his attention. It was midday, but it was no less appetizing. Kaina was hurriedly rushing around the kitchen, preparing everything for Izuku’s return.
“Wow… I think room service might end up hiring you.”
Kaina laughed. “I could have called in an order, but I wanted to make a meal for my future husband in order to prove I could be a good wife!”
Izuku walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and laying his head on her shoulder. “You have nothing you need to prove to me.”
“That wasn’t a joke by the way,” She replied, enjoying the comfort his body provided her. “I do want to be your wife.”
“I’d be upset if you didn’t. Because I want to be your husband. But uhhh… can we wait a while? Things are gonna be really busy for the next couple of months. Planning a proposal, wedding, and honeymoon is a little too much for now.” Kaina happily accepted that condition, especially hearing Izuku’s own declaration.
“Well, I personally think ceremony is overrated, so I’m gonna start thinking of myself as your wife and you as my husband right now, if that’s okay!” Izuku could tell she wasn’t asking permission, just making a statement.
“Sure thing, Mrs. Midoriya.”
Kaina chuckled, piling Izuku’s plate high with food. “Welcome home dear. What would you like first? A meal, a bath, or me?”
“Was the shower not enough?” He asked teasingly, gratefully accepting his plate.
They were both smiling ear-to-ear as they took their seats on the balcony, watching the waves crash onto the sand. Everytime they looked at one another, their smiles returned in full force. They just couldn’t stop themselves from grinning like love-drunken idiots.
*******
“How are you?” Setsuna asked, placing her hand against the glass that separated her and her adoptive father.
“Well, it’s not exactly Tokyo Disneyland here,” He responded with a begrudging smile. “But it hasn’t been too bad. The recording of me telling off the president during Jeju circulated and a lot of the guys here respect it. So at the very least I don’t have to worry about getting in a fight with someone.”
“What about your trial?”
“In a week or so. They’re finally making some room with the Russian mess being cleaned up. My lawyer told me that the charges aren’t looking good, but the intent behind them could gain sympathy and, at the very least, reduce my sentence… Sorry…”
Setsuna put on a brave face. “I know… I just… wish you hadn’t gotten mixed up in all of this. I don’t want to lose a second father… Maybe I can convince Izuku to pardon you. His identity is public and as a Nationa-
Takashi shook his head. “He’s not the sort to do so. He’d want to see the legal system do its job without interference. Trying to convince him would just worsen your relationship with him. I can’t see Yaoyorozu being happy with it either. If you want to become one of his partners, it’s not a good idea.”
“Wha-What?! I never told you that I wanted to be his girlfriend!”
Takashi gave her a knowing look. “I’m your father. I saw the way you talked about him. I knew you were into him before you even knew. You told me he took Kaina to Maui and that Yaoyorozu approved it, meaning he’s willing to accept others into his life, which means you shouldn’t try to get him involved. It likely won’t go well. I just want you to be happy with someone you like.”
Setsuna’s conflict was written all over her face, so Takashi added, “If you want to try asking, that’s up to you. I’m just saying… it could cause some tension if you push too hard. After all… I did do the things I’m accused of. He has a right to let the justice system play out on its own.”
Setsuna grumbled something under her breath, something her father couldn’t hear. “I can’t believe you did this to me…” Takashi was her dad, it was as simple as that, and now she’d lose him as well.
Unable to bear the emotional turmoil, she changed the subject. “So… you’re not mad that I essentially want to become a concubine to some guy?”
Takashi snorted in amusement. “Out of all the men I’ve met in my long life, Izuku Midoriya stands alone. You could’ve ended up with any one of the millions of sleazebags in this country, but you chose him. I’m not upset, if anything, I’m proud that you found someone like him. I’ve spent a…” Takashi winced as he essentially admitted to spying on someone. “I’ve spent a lot of time keeping tabs on him, so I know he’s being genuine about his actions. He’s not like Thomas Andre, who shows up for a photoshoot and then lets everyone else do the hard work. Izuku would never treat you like some concubine. If he accepts you, I know he will treat you well, and that is all I can ask for.”
*******
“Uhm, Professor Aizawa,” Uraraka began, fearfully raising her hand in front of the grouchy professor on their first day back to class. “Where are Yaoyorozu and Midoriya?”
Aizawa sighed, not out of annoyance with Uraraka, he was just extremely tired. Ever since Jeju, most Heroes had been pulling double duty to clear Gates. Even with Shadows helping, they couldn’t completely stem the tides. Russia only made things worse, and everyone was scatterbrained in a desperate attempt to pick up the pieces.
“Given the enormity of their revealed identities, and all the recent trouble, they requested some time off. Of course, we’re still sending them reading materials and homework, and they’re expected to still be working on their Hero Thesis. “From what I heard, Yaoyorozu is still in the country, but Midoriya had some business to attend to in America.” Of course, everyone, even Aizawa, assumed that it meant he was negotiating a contract with America. They had no idea he’d already done that and was actually sitting on the shore of Maui, enjoying breakfast with the Lovely Lady Nagant. Only Setsuna knew, but she wouldn’t tell. Especially since they’d see the news eventually, which was reporting on the two staying at the Four Seasons Inn.
Of course, there was something Setsuna didn’t know as well. The classroom felt empty because there were more than two empty seats. She looked around and noticed that Jiro was missing, but rather than delay classes any further, she decided to ask at lunch.
After several hours of lecture, some quiet time to work on their Hero Thesis, and a bit of practical study with their Mana, they were excused for lunch. The first person Setsuna ran to was Kaminari.
“Huh? Oh…” Kaminari looked away as Setsuna asked the question, rubbing his neck. “Yeah, she’s… taking a hiatus from Hero work. Catalina… it scared her.”
“Will she be coming back?”
Kaminari shrugged with a pained look on his face. “I dunno. She barely responds to my texts, and I don’t wanna go over unannounced to check on her, much less ask about something traumatic.”
Setsuna nodded. “And what about you?”
“Me?” Kaminari looked confused.
“You… got stabbed in the heart…”
“Oh yeah, but I got healed pretty quickly. Standard for Hero work to get injured pretty seriously every now and again.” His smile told Setsuna he wasn’t acting, he genuinely didn’t think it was a big deal. It was just part of the job. “So I gotta ask… how long have you known Izuku was the Shadow Monarch?”
Setsuna smirked. “Me and Yui have known since the Entrance Exam, and Iida has known since the first week of school.” Iida had been in the Recursive Gate with them, but he only had inklings that Izuku was hiding something, he never saw the Shadows. Kaminari hadn’t sensed anything and he was unconscious during the fight against Tusk.
“Damn… well good on you for keeping it secret! I would’ve blabbed immediately!” He didn’t seem at all upset about being left out of the secret, unlike some others in the class.
Ibara had a lot of religious reasons to dislike it. She saw Izuku as twisting and perverting life and death. Bakugo was still recovering from the shock and no doubt wasn’t happy about being weaker. Kamikiri felt awkward about the whole thing, knowing his classmate had been a National-Rank right beside him and he hadn’t noticed.
On the flip side, most of the class saw no problem with it and understood the reason he remained secret for as long as he did. Mina and Hagakure were psyched because they could now claim they were friends with a National-Rank and could even get his signature! Tokoyami, for obvious reasons, felt some connection to the Shadow pairing and couldn’t wait to talk with him about it. Uraraka wanted to thank him for essentially saving her life. And Kirishima felt that there was no gesture more manly than working for the sake of others without wanting recognition.
There wasn’t much else to say, but Izuku was generally looked upon favorably by the class, the school, and even some of the professors. Especially Midnight, who had also been saved in the Recursive Gate by him.
Before the two could make for their own separate tables, Setsuna caught a small smirk on Kaminari’s face. “What?”
“Well uhm… don’t get mad, but Bakugo told me that Brandon told him that you were into Izuku. Is that… true?” He looked ready to sprint at a moment’s notice in-case Setsuna didn’t take too kindly to the gossip.
“Goddammit you two….” Setsuna silently cursed the two blondes.
Knowing it would be futile to try and hide it, Setsuna hesitantly answered in affirmative.
“Oh shit, seriously?” Kaminari genuinely hadn’t expected her to say ‘yes.’ “I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine, someone was bound to ask eventually.”
Kaminari shook his head. “Oh that’s not what I was apologizing for. I know how hard it can be to see your crush with someone else.” He smirked. “Went through that in high-school myself.”
“Uh… yeah,” Setsuna paused for a second, but then remembered the news had already reported on it. “But I do have a chance.”
Kaminari’s eyes narrowed as his brain tried to process the information. Apparently, he hadn’t seen the news. “Wait… for real?”
“You know Lady Nagant?”
Kaminari’s blood drained from his face. “No way… That lucky bastard! Hey Kirishima!” He went running off to break the news to his friends.
“Izuku’s gonna have a fun time when he comes back to school…” Setsuna deadpanned.
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“I just… feel safe around him,” Rumi was fidgeting with nervous energy as she sat across from Momo, who was sipping tea. Rumi also had a cup in front of her, but she couldn’t stomach anything with all the nerves. “I don’t have some deep reason behind it, I just like him.”
“Hmm…” Momo set down her cup with a delicate clink. She had listened intently to Rumi’s entire life story, and her senses told her she wasn’t lying. “Okay, you can have your date with him and we’ll see how it goes from there.”
“That’s… it?”
Momo smiled. “When I said I was vetting you, I wasn’t actually intent on being intense or anything. I just wanted to learn who you were. Although, I may be biased, cause I want my own opportunities to pet those ears,” She said with a laugh.
Rumi turned bright-red, her ears flopping down in embarrassment. “So… we’re good?”
Momo nodded. “For now, I’ve got no complaints.”
Rumi fell back into her chair with a sigh of relief. “Well, thank you for giving me this opportunity! I won’t screw it up!”
Momo opened her mouth, but instead of speaking, she froze.
“Is something wrong?”
Momo stood up and immediately opened a portal to the Lux Lab that Deep Blue was operating out of. “Sorry, I need to go.” She stepped through and closed the portal without another word. Seeing through Deep Blue’s eyes, she spotted something incredible.
“My Lady, adding the mineral that the Russian’s used as insulators for their technology seemed to work in combination with the SSRIs,” The Shadow gestured behind him. Miss Yajirobe, the Eternal Slumber patient they’d taken from the hospital… was sitting upright and looking around.
“Congratulations, my Lady. You have found a cure for the Eternal Slumber.”