From Vinegar to wine

Interference

(AN: takes off black cloak, hello again my friends it's been a while hasn't it? So yeah a lot of things happen this year. Had to go to a wedding, had my final year for my major this year got a job as a camper for the summer its been a lot. But since I've been gone for so long I've got a bonus chapter for you guys later more info below.)

"Mmhhfuckness" left my lips when my tether broke. I closed my eyes, smashing through the window and rolling across the ground ... "GET IT OFF!" I yelled, extending my mechanical arm, while not glowing cherry hot, was currently causing the skin it was connected to to boil.

"Fuck!" Someone yelled when they grabbed the metal and found that out the hard way. I would have apologized if I wasn't trying to ignore my fat boiling. Finally, it fell with a clatter on the ground and I rolled away from it, taking the moment of peace to let out a whimper at my damaged stump.

"Camera's clear, you lost Shoto," Kiiroi says followed by a grunt as ice-cold water is thrown into my side.

"Not sure if that's gonna help." I panted, trying to ignore the pain coming from my stump. It was dulling but that was more of the nerves dying.

"It's mostly for the blood." He says, which reminds me that I am still covered in Momo's blood, oh shit that's right, Momo! "Turn on the TV! News channel!"

"You jump through a window covered in blood and on fire, and the first thing you want is TV?" Yuyake sighs. She also had a bucket of water but she seemed to be using it on herself showing that she was the one that got the arm off. "Want to see your epic battle on the big screen?"

"Need to make sure that Momo didn't die," I replied, rising to my feet as Kiiroi turns on the TV and turns it to the news. "She's a well-liked hero, if she recovers well they'll talk about it."

"Can ... can people recover from what you did to her?" He asks looking back at me, or more likely the blood covering me.

"Easily, gut injuries are painful but it takes a long time to actually die from them, Jiro was with her and she can make medic gear, she should be fine."

"TV isn't saying anything besides your attack." Yuyake holds up quotation marks as she says this. "On the Nagoya TV building."

"Is no news good news?" Kiiroi asked.

"In this case yes, get back to the cameras. See if you can get your eyes on Shoto, if he's spending his time in the hospital it means Momo is still alive ... If not, well, let me figure out a plan to handle that."

The two of them looked at me, then at my mechanical arm on the ground which would need heavy repairs before being useful again. Ignoring the fact that I can't even work on it till it cools down.

"Well, at least Creati is off the board for a bit," Yuyake says with a sigh.

"Yeah, we're not happy about that," I say hobbling to the bathroom.

"Why not?"

"She has the disk."

There was a moment of silence, then rapid footsteps behind me that told me who was rightfully upset about that notion.

"WHAT!" Yuyake yelled, lifting me up like I was Simba, her red hair puffing up like cat hair as she glared at me. "You let her take the disk from you!?"

One of her hands brushed my stump and I let out a hiss of pain, she adjusted her grip but didn't put me down.

"I didn't let her take anything, she was willing to give her life up to stop me from escaping. She believed that I was a threat, I saw a moment to fix that and finally got her to see my side."