CHAPTER 2 : The Organization Known as Border

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'' This is miwa on site '' said the border agent
They made a scene the other one shot down
''Which squad was this ? ''
'' It's a A squad for sure ''
'' This is weird '' whispered the operator
''I don't see any squad activities ''
''Who could have done this ? ''Said miwa

"What do you mean you're a Neighbour?!" Mikumo whisper yelled, the two of them walking along the sidewalk. "Neighbours are those giant monster things... According to Border, anyways."
"Uh, no." Kuga shot down immediately. "That one was a Trion soldier, a puppet created by Neighbours. The Neighbours who live on the other side of the gates... are people, like us."
Mikumo was about to protest at his abundance of knowledge, but the sharp inhale made a wave of pain erupt from his ribs.
"Whoa, whoa, don't push yourself." He chided with a carefree tone. "But I had nothing to do with that one. There are all sorts of people on the other side."
"...So it's just like over here... Some bad people, s-some are alright... huh, when you put it like that, it makes sense."
"Right? Anyways... If you really are this uninformed about this, maybe Border isn't what I thought...? My dad said it's sort of, a bridge between worlds. So to say."
Osamu shook my head furiously. "Border is an organization created to kill Neighbours!" He hissed. "They protect the city and kill anything that comes out of those gates, if they know that you're a Neighbour, they'll send B-ranks—no, maybe even A-ranks to hunt you down! And that's not counting the fact that you apparently have a Trigger!"
"Huh...?" He places a hand on his chin. "That could be problematic... Also, it's very different from what my dad told me... All right." He bumped a hand into his fist before cross his arms. "Forget everything I just said. I'm not a Neighbour. I'm very Japanese!"
Osamu screamed internally in frustration, but only sighed.
"You know, if they know I'm collaborating with a Neighbour, I'll be in danger too."
He tilted his head with a smirk. "It's a good thing I'm not a Neighbour, huh?"

"...You don't know anything about Japan though. It's suspicious, to be frank."

"Wait a minute." Yuma lifted a hand to his stomach as a loud growling noise echoed. "I'm hungry."
"I'll treat you to some food. As thanks for saving me."
"But I have some Japanese money, I haven't used any yet." He protested.
"You don't know the currency around here." Osamu shot back. "I know that if I suddenly got dropped in America, I wouldn't know how much everything costs. Trust me, I'll tell you how it works later when we're not out in the open for Border to find."
He thought for a moment, before seemingly making his decision. "Alright then. Teach me about how Japan works, Osamu . If I know more about it, I might assimilate better. Right?"
'.... My life has officially hit rock bottom.'
"Alright." "I'll teach you about Japan. But in return, you need to listen to what I say, alright?"
"Great! Thanks a lot!"

"Listen Kuga. Don't tell anyone what happened yesterday. That we got attacked by a Neighbour... and don't tell a soul that you're a Neighbour yourself."
He nodded along.
"Whatever you do, don't stand out in a way that draws Border's attention to us."
He took a bite of his lunch.
"Don't injure people beyond repair if they haven't made a move to hurt you. And don't use your Trigger."
"That's a pretty suffocating life." He objected(Finally). "But, if you say so... I'll go along with it."
"Hey, what the heck is going on?"

""Hey, what the heck is going on?"

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