Secrets and the Love? "Ray x Oc"

6

P.O.V. Ayame

Ray and I sat beneath the tree while Emma chased after the ball. I couldn't help but grin. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Gilda, looking somewhat concerned at Emma. Sister Krone kept a watchful eye on us, almost unnerving.

Ray stood up, dusting off his clothes, mirroring my actions exactly.

"Ray, where are we headed?" I asked, though I already had an idea.

"You'll see," he replied cryptically.

We strolled across the meadows until we reached a clearing where Norman and Emma were already waiting. Emma informed us about the transmitter located in the left ear.

"It's really inconspicuous," Ray remarked in his usual monotone.

"I've never heard of a scar appearing after blood tests," Norman commented, a sentiment I shared.

"And it disappears shortly after?" I questioned.

"Yes. I knew about it, but it never crossed my mind. I'm sorry," Emma apologized sincerely, though she couldn't change the situation.

"No need to apologize, Emma," Norman reassured her with a smile, extending his arms. "Now we know the location, shape, and size of the transmitter," he continued, lowering his arms. "On to the next step."

"And what would that be?" Emma inquired.

"How to remove them!" we declared simultaneously.

But how? Even if we attempt to cut them out, there's a risk of our mothers noticing the wounds when they brush or see our hair," I voiced my concerns.

"Ayame's right. We'd be caught immediately," Ray concurred.

"First, let's figure out how to disable them. The signals they use on us are relatively weak," Ray suggested.

"What? Weak?" Emma exclaimed incredulously.

I nodded. "Emma, haven't you noticed that Mom can't pinpoint our location? She only knows when she physically sees us. She doesn't receive a signal when we approach the gate or fence," I elaborated.

"But they're still inside us," Emma stated. I couldn't find the words to comfort her.

"Yes, but why? As long as the station remains intact, they believe they can track us anywhere," Ray clarified.

"Wait a minute. So, she does get a signal when we deactivate the transmitters?" Norman interjected.

"I think that's impossible," Ray stated. I glanced at Emma; she looked visibly distressed. How could anyone be cheerful when faced with these troublesome transmitters?

We continued to brainstorm solutions. Finally, Ray assured us he'd find a way. For now, we needed to shift our focus to another pressing matter: our escape!

"Let's switch topics. How do we plan our escape? Everyone trusts Mother," I said, glancing at Ray for his input.

"Yes, that's a problem. Not only do they trust Mother, but they're also a weight holding us back," he remarked.

"RAY!" exclaimed Emma, ready to throw the blue ball at him. Luckily, I intervened before she could, preventing any potential injuries.

"But it's true. Many of us aren't good runners. And what about the babies who can't even walk yet?" Ray continued, making a valid point. Emma needed to acknowledge that.

"I have an idea," said Emma.

"And what's that?" I inquired.

"We play tag!" she suggested.