MOCHA // OMEGA: Lavender Kunoichi #1

Chapter 12 // Securi-Team

Chapter 12 // Securi-Team

Mocha collapsed face-first in the street.

"Mocha! Dammit, you crazy woman!"

Mayumi looked around for any enemies or spectators. Clear. She pulled out a first aid spray and inspected Mocha's body. Where do I even start... Mayumi used up both cans on her comrade, covering her flesh in the green mist. She tossed the empty cans aside.

She minimized her golden sniper rifle three-quarters of its size then swung it around her back. She lifted up Mocha's blood-drenched body over her shoulder, clutching her wrist with her left hand and pulled out a golden silenced pistol in her right. Mayumi's pure white outfit was getting trails of red all over.

"Is the sneak point still the same? Mocha! The bunker!? Aghhh. I hate you... Just kidding. Stay with me..."

Mayumi ran with Mocha on her shoulders. The weight was nothing compared to the 405 pound squats (two reps, easy-peasy) she hit last week. She pulled the hammer of the pistol with her thigh and hopped over the rubble of the burning torii gate.

Tatsuki came out of the latrine with his hair nearly dry. He switched from the bloody hospital scrubs into the same outfit as everyone else. He had the camouflage hood of the poncho above his damp hair. All the children were asleep. Tatsuki heard Ichigo and Yuki whispering and giggling as they sat around the fire.

Yuki looked up at Tatsuki, welcoming him to sit with them.

"Feeling better?"

"Oh yeah. Best shower of my life," Tatsuki said with a sarcastic tone, but he meant it. He felt refreshed physically and mentally, but washing away all that blood was still unable to remove his worry for Mocha. He scanned the room for Yoshi.

"The bot? It's waiting up the ladder by the hatch," Ichigo said.

"I think it's waiting for Mocha," Yuki added.

"I'm worried about her," Tatsuki confessed.

"Me too," Ichigo said, then looked toward the sleeping children. It wasn't his own safety he was concerned with. The exodus would be impossible without Mocha. Nobody in the bunker knew where this dreamland was or if it even existed. Their actions were purely gliding under the wings of faith.

Tatsuki layed out the items from his bag. Carton of cigarettes—a non-negotiable grab from the grocery store—a few lighters, a two pound bag of white rice—

"Rice?!" Ichigo exclaimed.

Tatsuki appreciated the enthusiasm. Can't live without rice! He continued; an unopened bottle of whiskey—

"Whiskey?!" Yuki shouted, then covered her mouth with a blush. Everyone laughed and Tatsuki opened the bottle.

"I'll get us some glasses." Ichigo hurried to the kitchen.

"Ok," Yuki said giddily.

"It's the little things, right?" Tatsuki said. Yuki agreed.

"It might not be the right time, but... with everything that has happened... I could use a break... Even if our conditions remain the same. It's like partying at the end of the world. Is that wrong?"

Tatsuki shrugged. "I agree with you. I just wish Mocha—"

A metallic screech came from the hole. Tatsuki gestured to Yuki to get back as he grabbed his pulse rifle. He aimed it up the ladder and saw Mocha hanging from the back of a jacked woman in white. Droplets of blood fell from them. Yoshi descended underneath as if spotting their climb.

Tatsuki dropped his rifle and set it on the ground. Mayumi released Mocha's wrist and Tatsuki caught her limp body.

"Is she alive?!" Tatsuki cried out, his voice breaking.