Matsuyama does not belong to me. He is my friend's character
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The cybertron stopped in its tracks, looking Matsuyama over. Or that's what he guessed it was doing; the helmet didn't move, and the one way glass didn't allow him a view of the face inside.
He tried to turn around and leave, but the cybertron stopped him; electrified ropes shot out from a compartment, wrapping around Matsuyama tightly. The shock delivered to his muscles was akin to a Taser, momentarily dropping him to his knees.
"Good boy."
"If you think these can really hold me-"
"Oh, I know they can't, if you were serious about escaping." The cybertron put a gloved hand under Matsuyama's chin, lifting his head up so their gazes met. "But I need to talk to you, so just cooperate with me for now, okay?"
The cadence was familiar, but Matsuyama couldn't place it. He kept his gaze on the helmet, trying to see through the glass, but to no avail. Eventually, the cybertron let go of his chin, and pulled him up by the ropes.
"Come with me."
"Let me guess, you're going to arrest me?"
"Actually, I'm saving your butt from that. A few of my friends want to see you."
"Like who?"
"I can't tell you everything."
Matsuyama stayed quiet. Whatever. He'd had the upper hand this whole time.
"Good. Trust me, you'll understand once we get there."
Ten minutes later, they arrived in front of a staircase. The cybertron tightened their grasp on the ropes and started down the stairs; Matsuyama had no choice but to follow. Soon, they reached a door and went inside. Guns were immediately pointed in their faces, their bio-scanners humming.
One of the cybertrons lowered their weapon. "You've got to be kidding me. How did you get him?"
"He came with me willingly, actually."
"I beg to differ." Matsuyama looked down at the ropes.
"Almost willingly, then."
"Is he going to behave?"
The cybertron who had trapped him, looked down at Matsuyama.
"...fine."
"Good."
"You said I'd understand once we got there, but I still don't understand.."
The cybertron seemed to debate for a moment, before reaching up and unlocking their helmet from the rest of their suit. They lifted it off their head, and long white dreads tumbled out. Purple eyes focused on them. "Understand now? I couldn't let my brother rot in a jail cell."
Matsuyama gasped happily. "Laila!"
"Nice to see you too, Matsu."
