(DISCONTINUED) Blear Recollection (DazaixReaderxChūya)~BSD Fanfic~

Chapter 6

There is not even a single fluff of cloud in the Maya-coloured skies as flock of birds fly through the air, and the heavenly ball of light shone down on the city. It was a busy early afternoon for the Guild. I was awakened by the infuriating noise from the deck. People moving crates and giving orders where it should load. I stood up from my bedroom and looking out of the window where my papavers are, I tried to inspect the progress of unloading the crates. I looked over to the wall clock and realized that it was already afternoon. Today I'll move my things to a flat I bought when I first arrived at Yokohama. I disliked changing hideouts. I stretched my arms and start packing my things.

I used my ability creating a cube-like space to store all my personal commodities. In another cube is where I store all of my flora where I left one hood-shape flower with a dark shade of violet. I cautiously wrapped it with a piece of paper so the toxin won't touch my skin. The room was fairly empty with only a few drawers. A bed and a table are all that's left. I went down at the deck where the workers were carrying crates as Mitchell ordered them. Hawthorne stands there reading his bible again. Mitchell nagged at Hawthorne for not helping her. He just shrugged her of. I coughed to catch their attention. Both of their eyes were on me as if wondering why I'm still here on the boat.

" Miss (L/N)? I presume that you went on a mission with Steinbeck and Lovecraft. Why are you still here?" Hawthorne questioned.

" I'll meet up with them soon, just observing things on the ship. Great job of loading all the Guild's resources. How it was painfully obvious for the Agency and the Port Mafia to find." Hawthorne's eyes narrowed. Mitchell was getting a bit anxious about Fitzgerald's decision. I walked towards Hawthorne with the flower I held behind me. Hawthorne was cautious. He was holding a necklace with a crucifix pendant, sharp enough to cut his skin in order to activate his ability. I took his right hand with a smile on my face and gave him the dark violet flower.  He looked confused. Even Mitchell was confused as well. "This is Aconite. My regards to you and Mitchell. Well...I should take my leave; don't wanna keep them waiting." I walked away from them hearing they found a note in one of the crates. I turned back to them. "Oh, and one more thing. Be cautious!" Mitchell rose a brow wondering why I said that. I went down the ship and noticed workers around the wharf. They brought a tied-up tall man on to the ship.

I walked a few feet away from the ship, and heard a helicopter passed by. A few minutes later, a loud, violent explosion happened behind me. I turned around emotionless and saw a box carried by the helicopter as it rained. Exploding lemons?

'So they sent the mad scientist of the Port Mafia. Wait, are those exploding lemons? Are you serious?'

I blinked twice, checking if I wasn't just seeing things. Exploding lemons is insane! "Oh...they are exploding lemons! How unique. I wonder how would Hawthorne and Mitchell realize I was right. They could have seen it coming when the note was given to them. "I then saw one lemon bomb didn't activate and landed close by. I picked it up and inspected it closely. "This will come in good use." I hid it in the cube-like space I created and continued to walk away, when I noticed something dark on top of a building. I shrugged it off and called Steinbeck, patiently waiting for him to answer my call. I looked around, wondering which street I was in a small suburban neighborhood. I saw children on the streets playing with a ball. I smiled, but at the back of my mind, I felt guilty that the Guild's actions will take innocent lives of people who didn't take part of this war.

"(L/N)? Where are you?" I heard Steinbeck on the other line. I almost forgot about our mission. I was getting distracted, which seems odd of me to do.

"I'm almost there; just in a suburban neighborhood," I told him as I tried to find our rendezvous .

"My, my. Who would have thought? The Guild's top executive was late for a mission?" He mocked me. I cared about his mockery though I shrugged it off just to follow the directions given to me. "Oh! They're on the move now. See you soon (L/N)" He ended the call.