Magical Boy ~ English version

Chapter 87

"He's a heavy sleeper, you must have hit hard."

Kotaro felt a slap on his cheek, which barely made him open his eyes.

"Waking up young man," called the same voice as before, "we have a lot to say to each other. "

The next slap was louder and this time Kotaro felt he wasn't hit with a hand but a whip. He opened his eyes completely but saw nothing. His eyes were blindfolded. He felt like he was strapped to a chair and a metal collar wrapped around his neck. A suppressor. One person was seated on the armrest. An adult, judging his build. Kotaro cursed, though a mere muffled sound came out of his mouth.

"Are you coming back to yourself?" 

The whip slid down his face to release the blindfold. In front of him were the two attackers who had captured him.

Static had a completely torn sleeve but his arm had grown back. Kotaro didn't realize it, since he hadn't seen that part of the fight.

The teenager received the contents of a water bottle on his face and shook his head, this time well aware. When he looked up at the man sitting next to him, he nearly choked on his saliva. The resemblance to Nakamara was far too striking. The man smirked at him. He finally stood up to face him.

"Good," he said, "now that I have your full attention... who are you?"

"You captured me," Kotaro growled, "you should know that."

"You weren't the target. But if you don't want to give me your name, I have other ways to get it. Red, Static, you can go get some rest."

"Where's Kohi ?!" Red exclaimed.

"... In the common room, I imagine?"

The young hemophiliac hopped and laughed, leaving. Static quickly bowed to his leader and walked away more calmly. However, he almost be knocked by the door, which he held back with one hand when it opened.

"Sorry Static," Phantom apologized, "I didn't think you were behind."

Static shook his head and walked away, letting his colleague in, accompanied by a young girl.

"YOU !!!" Kotaro scream, waving when he saw Ita. "FUCKING VAMPIRE YANDERE PSYCHOPATHE !!!!"

"Kota-kun ?!" She exclaimed, throwing herself at him. "Did you come for me ?! I knew you would miss me."

"LET GO OF ME !!! I JUST WANT TO EXPLODE YOUR SKULL !!!"

"Tch. Still haven't realized you were made for me?"

"IN YOUR DREAM !!!"

"Does he often scream like that?" Lord asked wearily.

"Always," Ita laughed, "but that's what makes him so charming, boss."

"BOSS ?!?!" Kotaro shouted again. "WHAT'S IN YOUR HEAD BREADBOARD?!?!"

"Well, rather than playing the Sunday villains who respect the limits, I joined the one who will change this world for the better! You've heard of Lord before, haven't you, darling?"

"L... Lord...? Are you kidding me... !"

"Nice to meet you," the adult muttered with a smirk, "Anemia, what's the name of your comrade?"

"Shime Kotaro," replied Ita, "the love of my life."

"You'll flirt with him later, I just wanted his name. You can go back now."

"But..."

"You can go back."

Ita reluctantly retreated from Kotaro's lap. Lord had given his order so coldly that she couldn't afford to disobey. Everyone on board had warned him: You should never anger the boss.

"Boss," Phantom called then, "excuse me but... what do you intend to do on the boy?"

"I told you I don't hurt children," Lord replied, "you don't have to worry about it or get involved. Nothing will happen to him. I just have a suggestion and a few questions for him."

If Shoko hadn't been invisible, Lord could have seen the doubt in his face. He had kept his promise, Sumira seemed happy and she was well protected... but he didn't trust Lord. He just left, however, escorting the teenager.

Lord sighed, mumbling to himself. Kotaro wasn't sure, but he thought he heard him call them fools. After a little while to calm down, he finally turned to Kotaro, a smile on his lips.

"Well," he breathed in a smooth voice, "I understand your power is speed. If I judge your name, you must be the son of Ultrasonic, right?"

"Screw you."

"Charming. You know, none of my men have that power. It is not, however, one of the rarest."

"If you want me to join you, take your whip and drive it deep where I think !!"

"And it's supposed to be a hero. My boy, you will quickly get fired with such an attitude."

"I'll save this attitude for assholes like you."

"Okay, I guess there's no point in trying to argue. I just have to keep you until your friends come and get you."

"Like they're coming!"

"Heh... how can you doubt them after their efforts to try to stop my men? They will come, I'm sure. I need you alive ... but don't believe a word of what I said to Phantom. I don't care if I hurt a bad kid like you. You will be useful to me. But before..."

Lord moved closer again. He parted Kotaro's shirt collar and leaned over him to bite him on the right shoulder. The teenager had to suppress a cry of pain as he felt the sharp teeth in his pulpit. Lord smiled at him as he pulled away, tracing with his fingertip the mark that appeared on Kotaro's skin.

"You see young man," he whispered confidentially, "my henchmen think this mark just allows them to grow stronger when they're around me and be tied to my emotions... It's true, but that's not what interests me the most. Why would I want to make you more powerful if you are my enemy? The day I need it, I would just have to say your full name so that I could use your power for a while. It only works once per person, so I am storing everything I can. Now do you understand why knowing your name was so important? And why do I only call my men by their code name? I can currently use about 30 different powers if I want to, but I'm saving the best ones for Nakamara. Hehe... don't you feel a little... dizzy? Is your energy leaving you?"

He smiled and held up the little bottle he had watered him with.

"I'm not a robotics genius," he continued, "but biology and chemistry hold no secrets for me. This little mixture of my creation requires some testing before it is officially sold on the black market. And it's not the only drug I've recently developed. Believe me boy, no matter how long you are going to be here, you are not going to be bored."