All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
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"So? How does it feel?" the Lightning asked, eyes narrowed in satisfaction.
Ryota blankly stared, hardly believing what the dubbed "Da Vinci's Reincarnation" had accomplished. He closed and opened his 'hand' testing out the previously lost feeling.
"Too real," he managed to whisper, disbelief lacing his voice.
The ex-Arcobaleno didn't refrain the proud laugh from slipping past his lips as his round glasses glinted under the artificial lighting of Mikaël's apartment.
"Of course it does, who do you think created this machine? This is the peak of technology, my best creation in terms of prostheses," he boasted. "I must admit that I'm particularly proud of it too, for a first attempt in the domain I did quite well," he gloated.
The baby walked closer to his creation, tweaking it some more as he noticed Mikaël's movement wasn't fluid enough to look natural to the professional eyes of hitmen.
"Thank you."
Verde dismissed the teen's thanks with a wave of his hand. "Now, no need to thank me. Helping you out was easy enough and it rid me of a favor, naturally, I would do it," he corrected, taking a seat and grabbing his drink on the low table.
"A favor-ssu?"
"Mhm," the man answered, his face going back to its usual boredom as he stopped talking of experiments and machines. "I don't work for free, even for extremely interesting projects."
Ryota fell into a silence as he digested the male's words. He didn't remember the ex-Arcobaleno ever owing him a favor, then who?
"Ah, right, here's a manual in case you forget how to use your new toy," Verde added as if suddenly remembering.
Ryota watched with some interest as he handed him a small booklet, omitting how the man had called his life-changing prothesis a toy— as a basketball genius it was normal for him not to understand the mentality of scientific geniuses like the man.
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"Tokyo?"
"Yeah, since we'll have some time off soon and my Juniors are taking part in a tournament," Ryota answered, casually dribbling the basketball ball around himself, his eyes never left Junichiro as he relished in the sensation of his long lost limb.
