I was thankful Gyutaro let me go after what just happened, but also annoyed that he forced me to take him with me. It didn't take long to find Morito either, and he quickly hopped into the back of the van with more than the two files I asked for.
"What are the extra files for?" I asked, quickly reversing and heading back towards my home.
"They're the ones Sanemi took yesterday. You forgot to grab them earlier, so I did."
I nodded. "Sorry."
"Nah, nah. You good." He replied, soon releasing a long breath. "I can't believe she'd do that..."
"I fucking can. She's insane." I seethed, ignoring Gyutaro's confused look.
Morito nodded. "I disabled all the cameras, too. Well, with the help of a friend..."
A strong aura made itself known, and I looked in the mirror to see a hulking figure sitting next to Morito. "Mori, just who the fuck did you let get in my van?"
"Y/n, meet Gyomei. Gyomei, meet Y/n." I blinked.
"Hey, Titan." I saw Gyomei frown at the nickname, causing me to sigh. "It's nothing bad, I give all my friends and family nicknames."
"I'm a friend?" Gyomei asked.
"You consider me family again?" Morito chirped at the same time.
"Yes. To both of those questions." I replied, fixing my gaze on Gyomei. He had scars littering his body- including his four arms, his eyes were a solid black with what I'd assume as blood running out of them, and he had four arms. He also had two longer horns sticking out of his temples and two smaller ones on his forehead. "Are you okay?"
"Since I helped destroy the cameras, I want a favor." He answered, ignoring my question. "You see, I heard you and Morito talking about the bombing earlier today. All of my friends are in the Non-Adoptable Ward, and you've been brought up numerous times in each one of our conversations."
"The whole ward knows about you?" Gyutaro's eyes were wide in shock.
"Yeah, apparently I'm famous." I replied sarcastically.
"I was afraid everyone would despise the idea of getting adopted, but you've managed to get one of the most stubborn demons to come back with you." Gyomei finished, never breaking eye contact with me through the rear-view mirror. "Sanemi was bound to be the biggest challenge, but you were able to convince him. However, I also know there's one other demon that will be a bit of a struggle to persuade."
"And who's this?" I sighed. This shit is getting too complicated. I just wanna get all these demons out of there, kill that bitch, then disappear peacefully.
"His name is Obanai. I know you've adopted his wife, and if you would be able to bring her in, Obanai would come willingly." Gyomei explained. Mitsuri...? "Y/n, I'm going to tell you everything about the two remaining demons in the Non-Adoptable Ward, and when that woman fixes the cameras- which should be maybe three days max- they need to be out of there."
I nodded along with what he was saying. "You do realize there is a whole other ward, correct?"
He paused. "What? The Unavailable Ward?"
"Yeah. I'm saving them, too." I said, determination evident in my voice. "There's only four-... well, three left. I can't just leave them there to rot. Just like there's one more cell in the Women's Ward and two in the Non-Adoptable."
Gyomei pursed his lips. "I understand. You are clearly a strong willed person."
"I'm choosing to take that as a compliment." I replied, pulling back up to the house.
Everyone got out, Morito immediately running to my side and hugging me. He leaned down, whispering in my ear. "I got the poison you asked for... are we really doing this?"
I nodded, returning the hug and replying just as quietly. "Yes. I started microdosing last night with the new poison. Straight into the bloodstream."
Morito looked at me sadly, nodding in understandment. "Love you, Y/n."
"Love you, too, Goofball." I said, shoving him lightly and lightening the mood as we stepped in.
I immediately pulled Morito through the house and into my room, locking the door before anyone could follow and completely masking our presence. I was happy to still see my candles scattered around the room.
"How toxic is it?" I asked, making my way over to my desk with the new files he handed me. I opened a side drawer, throwing a new, but closed box knife at him. "My other one got discovered after last night."
"Is that why Gyutaro was attached to your hip?" Morito teased, opening the box cutter and applying some of the poison to its blade.
I scoffed. "Yeah. Had to create a lie on the spot, and I know I can do that quite easily, but I hate dishonesty. Especially with people I care about. I hated it." I heard Morito laugh behind me, sitting on my bed as he measured the amount. I opened the files, glancing over them.
Experiment 002: Michikatsu Tsugikuni.
Species: human
Eye color: dark purple
Hair color: black
Whereabouts: basement
SUCCESSFUL
Experiment 002: Kokushibo (Michikatsu Tsugikuni)
Species: demon
Eye color: gold with red sclera
Hair color: black with red tips
Whereabouts: Unavailable Ward
A sharp sting made its way through my body, causing me to jolt. I looked down, seeing Morito had rolled my leggings up and was cutting into my calf lightly. "How lethal is that poison?"
"Since you've been micro-dosing for a while- and don't try to deny it, it's quite obvious- you won't feel a thing. Maybe sleepiness, but you can just play it off as an emotional-roller-coaster type of day." Morito replied, pausing for a second. "Why exactly are you doing this?"
"Because this is going to end one of two ways. She dies, or I die. And I'll be damned if she thinks she'll get a free meal out of my dead body." I growled, opening a different file as he moved to continue cutting into my leg.
Experiment Risk Factors:
-Death; 0% chance (only experimented on 3 people, all 3 survived)
-Memory loss; 66% chance (2/3)
-Disorientation; 100% chance (3/3)
-Mental illnesses/issues; 33% chance (1/3)
-Trauma; 100% chance (3/3)
-PTSD; 0% chance (no signs shown)
-Flashbacks; 100% chance (3/3)
-Anxiety; 0% (no signs shown)
-Loss of emotions; 33% chance (1/3)
-Suppression of powers; 33% chance (1/3)
-Bloodlust; 66% chance (2/3)
-Power-overload; 66% chance (2/3)
-Shock 100% chance (3/3)
-Sudden outbursts/drawbacks; 33% chance (1/3)
"Fuck." I cussed, Morito pulling away instantly.
"Are you okay? I didn't press too hard, did I?" He questioned in a rush, looking over my bloodied legs.
"No, no. It's not you. A risk from getting experimented on is memory loss." I explained, rubbing my temples. "It says two out of the three experi- three?" I reread the paper. "Morito, was there another file on the third experiment?"
"No, but I think Kuji will remember you." Morito smiled up at me.
"How would you know that?" I said with a pointed look. Morito simply shrugged, going back to what he was previously doing. He's not telling me something. Nothing dangerous or deadly, but something... "Y'know... I thought I just mentioned I hate dishonesty, Mori."