Accidental Reverse

Chapter 29

*Peeks around corner*

After all the shouting and tears the previous cliffhanger caused, I'm not sure it's safe for me to come out... on the other hand, if I hide and don't give you the next chapter, I will only fear more for my health...

So, without further ado, here's chapter 29!

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Accidental Reverse Arc 3

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Tenma wakes up to pounding in his head and coldness in his bones.

He's lying on something hard, freezing, and it makes his whole body hurt. Grey eyes open slowly, blinking a few times, and the brunet stares, uncomprehending, at the metal blue floor next to his face.

Then the memories come rushing back and he bites back a curse.

This is bad.

'I've driven Fifth Sector into a corner.'

This is very, very bad.

'I've driven Senguuji into a corner, and a cornered animal is an unpredictable one.'

He should've realized, should've thought it through – showing off his Soul powers early is one thing, but with the involvement of Soar, the Resistance and Raimon, there's no way Fifth Sector – Senguuji – wouldn't have lashed out the way he did.

And with Soar and the Fifth Sector hiding in the shadows and Raimon practically untouchable, they went for the one variable Tenma hadn't planned on.

Himself.

Dammit.

''He's awake.''

Tenma looks up sharply at the voice – too late to hide now – and locks eyes with a Fifth's agent. It's one of the agents who escorted him to the meeting with Senguuji, and the brunet is pretty sure the other one is somewhere out of his line of sight.

His words are proven correct when hands are suddenly grabbing his arms and pulling him up, forcing him in a sitting position.

He grits his teeth against the wave of pain and nausea that crashes over him, belatedly remembering the hit against his head that knocked him out, and clenches his eyes shut.

Footsteps echo through the metal room and he doesn't need to open his eyes to know who it is.

''What do you want with me?''

''Why, just to talk,'' answers Senguuji, voice velvety and smooth. ''Now, we can do this the easy way... or the hard way. It's your choice.''

Tenma snorts and finally looks at the man. ''Tell me, are you trying to sound like a cliché cartoon villain?''

Senguuji's eyes widen slightly.

''Show some respect!'' The agent still restraining the brunet tightens his grip and yanks Tenma's arms further backwards. The time traveler hisses in pain, but doesn't react any other way.

The pink-haired man holds up a hand. ''That's enough, I think Matsukaze-kun will watch his words a little better now.'' He smiles condescendingly at the boy. ''Won't you?''

''Not particularly, no.''

He grins cheekily at the glare shot his way, but it seems Senguuji isn't ticked off enough to do something drastic. Instead he snaps his fingers and the second agent, who was previously waiting by the wall, quickly disappears out of the brunet's line of sight. A few moments later, he returns, carrying a chair. He places it down and his master sits down gracefully, crossing one leg over the other, while the agent returns to the wall.