This choice: Morgana pounces onto Takemi while Futaba rushes to retrieve Akira. • Go Back...Chapter #8Rescue Mission Start! by: Frost   "Go! Go! Go!"
The two stormed into the room, and whatever plan they had in mind went out the window as they rushed the exam room. Acting first, Morgana pounced on Takemi's lap and sunk his claws into the doctor's thigh, scratching at her until she released his friend.
"Get off of me!" Takemi yelled, suddenly letting go of her test subject. She tried to pull the cat off, but found that his claws were embedded in her dress.
Akira felt a sense of panic as Takemi dropped him. He fell the length of her arm until he collided with the collar of her lab coat. He tried to hold on but his momentum and lack of a grip meant that it only slowed his fall. He grasped around, attempting to latch onto something before he fell further. In less than a second, he found himself hanging off the chain of Takemi's necklace... right above the chasm of her cleavage.
Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it...
All Akira could do was watch as Takemi fought off Morgana. Though it didn't take long to notice another familiar face entering the room.
Futaba followed in a second after Morgana entered. She watched the initial chaos, keeping track of her shrunken teammate before springing into action. While Takemi was distracted with Morgana, Futaba focused her sights on Akira, swooping in and snatching him with precision.
Akira let out a startled yelp as he was engulfed by Futaba's hand. Compared to Takemi, Futaba's handling of him was much less than gentle. Her fleshy hand squeezed him tight, giving him little room to breathe. It was also noticeably clammy, and he could feel her nervous sweat rub off on him.
"Key Item secure!" she declared. "I'll meet you at the hideout, Mona!" With her fist closed in on her friend, Futaba bolted out of the exam room.
Morgana kept distracting Takemi until he felt Futaba had a decent enough head start. Then he jumped off her lap and made his way to the window, making his escape.
Back at LeBlanc, Futaba rushed through the front door, absolutely breathless.
"Oh man, running is so much harder outside the Metaverse," Futaba complained. She scanned the cafe, finding it mostly empty except for her adoptive father working on a pot of curry in the back. Trying to play everything cool, she stuffed her hand in her pockets, taking special care not to crush her precious cargo. Slowly, she made her way upstairs, where she pulled Akira out of her pocket and dropped him onto the table near the couch.
Akira had very little time to process what had just happened. However, as of now, he was relatively safe as he stared up at an awestruck Futaba.
"Uh, Futaba, are you okay?" he asked, sitting down.
She raised an eyebrow. "Why are you asking me that? You're the one who almost got vored."
"Got... what?"
Futaba shook her head. "Forget I said that."
He shrugged it off, figuring it was some sort of internet thing. He found it somewhat interesting that he could even keep up in conversations with her with how much internet or gaming jargon she used.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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