Apocalypse AU
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Mafu
"Kasshi." Amatsuki had called out to the male inside the room he led us in.
A brunet with a fox-printed face mask looked up from the blueprints on the table. As he examined my being, he pulled down his mask and gave me a smile. There was a large scar connected from the top of his left eyebrow to the bottom right of his chin. "This must be the famous "Mafumafu" of Camp B, huh?"
"Me?" I pointed to myself. "Famous?"
He walked around to the front of the table and leaned back, his hands supporting his weight. "Amatsuki here hasn't stopped talking about you ever since he arrived here two months ago."
The mentioned brunet had given out a small huff, approaching the fox-like male to only punch him in the arm.
"Ow!" He rubs the area that had been hit as he playfully smiled at Amatsuki. "How sweet of you, Ama~"
"This is our leader, Kashitaro." Amatsuki pinches his cheek rather harshly, emitting a small whine from the mischievous leader. "He's very responsible and wise, but he can be a total brat sometimes."
Before they could continue to mess around, Soraru-san had cleared his throat from beside me. Both Amatsuki and Kashitaro looked at him before they both recomposed themselves.
"He still has the tracking device in him." Soraru-san had stepped in, fiddling slightly with the rifle in his arms. "Don't you think we should remove it right now?"
As if to regain his composure, Kashitarou had cleared his throat. "We should. We wouldn't want any Trackers sneaking into the base like last time."
As he said this, his eyes that were full of guilt turned to Amatsuki. Amatsuki glanced back and shook his head as if to dismiss it as quickly as possible.
"Go on over to the infirmary room, Soraru-san will lead you over there." He looked towards me with a small sheepish smile. "I still have things to talk about with our leader."
I nodded at both, looking to the sniper's lead outside of the small room.
He greets people as we pass by, some were asking who I am while some had just stopped to have small talk (to which he had politely turned down as the task at hand was of higher priority).
As we finally reach the room, he opens the door and allowed me to go in first. I mumble my thanks as I sat on a chair near the small surgery table that he had pointed out. He closed the door and proceeded to check the cabinets for the materials he'll need.
A thought came to mind. "Soraru-san."
He hummed a reply as he laid down a scalpel, a towel, and a bottle of water by the sink. I stare at the view of his back as he started to clean the small knife.
"How did you know about the tracking device?"
No one knew about the tracking devices snuck under the barcode tattoos. Most people would just think that they were ordinary tattoos, which helped the members back at the camp come track down who had them and raid the people they had visited.
"..Amatsuki's had his removed, right?" He replied smoothly. "I worked on that."
I huffed. "Even Amatsuki doesn't trust people that easily."
He turned silent after my remark before approaching my area. He lays the towel, scalpel, and a bottle of alcohol on the table and continued to examine my mark. His eyes squint for a bit before grabbing the towel and alcohol. "It's really close to your eye.."
I was about to tell him, but he had cut him off. "But, you were trained to be a whole lot more resilient to pain, right?"
Eyes wide, I nodded instead. I was confused as to how he knew. As he looked away from my mark to meet my eyes, he gave me a small sheepish smile.
