As the truck door locks, the sounds of the outside are isolated. A soundproof truck container, one filled with various crates and boxes. Unimportant boxes, as far as she knows.
Kuroiwa ran straight to the back, pounding her fists against the door. Unleashing pitiful attack after attack onto the metal, failing completely to do anything.
The image rang clear in her mind when she heard his voice, when she saw his face. Kuroiwa... Chouko. Chouko found him. The person who was there, the person who pulled the trigger, the person who stood at the forefront of Chouko's corrupted and vengeful mind as the direct link to the other Kuroiwa. That was the mercenary, that's the person.
Kuroiwa has encountered him after all of these years. Kuroiwa has ample opportunity to kill him. The skills to take him out, all the chance in the grasp of her fingers. Her red eyes burning with rage and delight. If this door was not in the way, she could very well do it, fulfill her darkest desires and take the life of that pitiful scumbag away.
And yet, he remains ever out of reach...!
"OPEN THIS DOOR! LET US GET THIS OVER WITH!" the woman shouts at the top of her lungs, her rage boiling aggressively.
In the confines of this truck container, the faces burn in her memory. This mercenary has other mercenaries on his roll, mercenaries that are completely full enemies of hers. Kuroiwa deemed them buffoons, almost- surrendered to them after the mission failure.
... and Chouko feels... absolutely sick... at this thought. How she was overcome by them.
"I WILL KILL YOU. NOT JUST THE BLOODY KILLER- NO. EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" Kuroiwa roars out, deranged to the point of inhuman screeching. Her crimson eyes the shade of devil's work, close to choking on her pure and unholy wrath. "I REMEMBER YOUR FACES. ALL OF THEM. AS LONG AS I REMAIN LIVING, HELL HATH NO FURY. I WILL PRY THE LIFE OUT OF YOUR HANDS AND INCINERATE WHAT REMAINS OF YOUR PUTRID, WRETCHED SOULS!"
Bold claims made to nobody, as the sound doesn't escape the truck. As Kuroiwa's voice rings out in these walls, no response other than her hands and her tears, echoing out in this space and...
...
Crying?
Kuroiwa... Kuroiwa wasn't crying. That wasn't her crying.
... right. Right. Kuroiwa remembers. The mercenary was thrown into the truck with the android as well. She looks to the back, investigating the sobbing misery. Walking back past the boxes, looking around for her fellow unwilling passenger.
Finding it hiding away in the very back of the container - or, more specifically, as close to the front of the truck as possible - Kuroiwa finds the android curled up into a ball, the artificial human starting to realistically sob and cry while lying against the floor. The android can't produce tears, yet its sounds are faithful.
"Hey- android. Shortcake, was it?" Kuroiwa asks, arms crossed and looking at the android. "Can you quit it with the crying? Disable your sadness or whatever..."
But the android doesn't stop. It can't stop.
"..."
Kuroiwa- sighs, walking over to the android. Crouching down near it, gazing at the artificial thing. Of course, you can't just- tell a person to stop crying. You can't tell someone to just stop feeling sad or mad or such. No, a human will continue to- feel these things. Insisting that they stop will have almost the opposite effect.
And the android before her, like most androids of its type, is designed to be a human.
... Kuroiwa sighs, giving Shortcake a few seconds to sob before idly reaching out to the android and-
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Revenge Fantasy
Mystery / ThrillerKuroiwa. A known figure throughout the mercenary black market, more recently renowned as something "inevitable". As an employer, any job that he puts up is regarded as the highest demand, money not an object. As a mercenary, she carries out her own...
