What Would You Do? YuseixOC

Chapter 20

AN: I'm sorry about the wait, guys! I was going to release this chapter yesterday but if you've seen the news, you know there was a pretty bad hurricane down in Florida. I'm several miles inland from Tampa, so I didn't experience any flooding, but I had to move everything inside and prepare. You just never know where it will strike until it does. The worst thing in my area was a branch landing on my lanai. To appease the lords, here's a nice long chapter for y'all.

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It wasn't just the angle. The future was dim.

The pitch black curtain of night was broken only by the streetlamps that line the bridge. This clown has driven us out here to either meet with Godwin or swim with the fishes. I regard the deep waters, looking down from the relative safety of the fenced highway. The area we stand in is a long road with a dead end, going nowhere but right in the drink.

Headlights roll up the road, promising the arrival of the man we await. The slick black door pops open at the driver's tug, held open for Godwin to extricate himself from the leather.

"Yusei. I wished to speak with you." He eyes me disappointedly as he nears us. "Alone."

Yeager, flustered, tries to explain. "My deepest apologies, but he insisted on bringing the girl! I told him it wouldn't be-"

"I'm not leaving her." The taller Satellite takes a guarded stance at my front, obscuring my view of the Director. He addresses the shorter man with lavender hair. "Especially not with you. "Monitor her all hours of the day," I believe were your exact words."

"I was just-"

"Enough!" The outburst from the cunning older man makes his subordinate jump. "I'll tell you the truth."

"The truth?" Yusei asks dubiously.

Godwin turns our attention to the horizon with the point of his gloved finger. On the other side of the sea, a skeleton made of pipe and scrap metal reaches into the air, trying to make a connection with the city. We're staring at the Daedalus Bridge.

"I want to ask you one thing," Godwin says once he's reached the very edge of the incomplete bridge. "Yusei, why do you ride a D-Wheel?"

"I'm not required to answer you."

Godwin ignores the defiance in his voice, opting to remain collected. "This bridge was supposed to link the city with Satellite. You built your own D-Wheel and crossed this ocean. I sense great destiny for you. The person who links this bridge someday might be you."

He seems so disciplined, but he's hot and then he's cold. Unless Godwin has a use for you, you get him cold. I wouldn't be amiable with a guy like that, so why does it feel so familiar? There's something in the pale green irises that gives me a strange sense of deja vu.

"With your political power, you can complete this bridge," Yusei argues, widening his stance and facing the other man.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because that will cause Satellite's catastrophe to come into the city."

"Satellite's catastrophe?"

"The time has come for me to tell you the truth."

I hope the broad man in the gray suit hadn't been stalling for time because the recent darkness had passed long ago with the entrance of dawn.

"Is this the truth you're talking about?" Yusei rolls down his glove and pulls back his sleeve, revealing the mark of the dragon on his arm.

The taller man glances over succinctly, moving nothing except for his seafoam-shaded orbs. "That's right. The legend of the Crimson Dragon is five thousand years old."