(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
DA Headquarters
The computer techs continued their work, investigating cases around Japan.
(IT) "We have found 21 cases within Tokyo that we need to deal with."
(Investigator) "Radiata has confirmed the possession of multiple explosives."
(Kusunoki) "Simultaneously?"
(IT) "We have begun multiple deployments in each site."
In another area, Robota was communicating with Electro whose job was to hack the Radiata.
(Robota) "That's right. Disperse! Scatter!"
(Dark Electro) Coms "You do know we don't have to do so much development when I can just..."
(Robota) "Lord Venom said to continue with the normal plan. He said something about our God wanting as much narrative detail as possible for some unknown reason."
(Dark Electro) Coms "So we are doing extra effort because our God wants us to continue the original story of the Anime?"
(Robota) "It seems so, something about getting more power if the narrative is longer."
(Dark Electro) Coms " Ugh, fine."
Both villains continued with the plan despite it being bothersome.
With DA, the Lycoris had already reached the location where the bombers are located and quickly tapped their earpiece for further information.
(Lycoris) "This is Charlie. We have arrived at Point F7. Cannot former target. Awaiting new orders!"
This arose confusion amongst DA who were watching the cameras and could spot the target sitting right on the bench the lycoris are standing beside too.
(Miki) "What is..."
(Kusunoki) "Dummy footage. They got us. Bring back the Lycoris right away."
The villains continued with their plan as Electro nonchalantly walked toward his destination.
(Dark Electro) "You know, this would at least have been more fun if there were some Lycoris around so I could burn them to a crisp. Following the original plot of the anime just because it leads to more corruption is just boring."
(Robota) Coms "Hey don't blame me, Lord Venom said so, and pluss it's not like we can do something about it. Just keep following the original plot, this is a cakewalk for you."
(Dark Electro) "You should've picked Wolverine or someone else for this. I'm bored..."
(Robota) "And cause a massacre? That won't happen until later."
Electro continues walking toward a police station and one of the cops surveying the area notices him and looks towards Electro in confusion for a few seconds until the policeman remembers the news about supervillains.
(Policeman) Full panic "HA! NO! IS THE SUPERVI-" Looks down and notices a hole right in his heart and drops dead to the floor
(Dark Electro) "I'm just gonna..." Smirks "Level the entire street."Charges up "HYAAAA!!!!"
KA-BOOM!
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Next day
(New's Anchor) "This is the afternoon news. Last night, there was a tragic incident at a police station and street that the station resided in."
(Reporter) "This is the street that the police station was supposed to be, but now it's just a crater as long as 0.5 miles. There are traces of an electrical explosion as its origins are supernatural. Many witnesses who saw the explosion heard the laughing of a person that echoed through the skies as a storm surrounded him and caused the explosion. People say it's the supervillain that Spider-Man faced a few months ago whose name is now labeled as "Electro". Due to Spider-Man giving more information, the villain uses electrokinesis, and is able to manipulate the weather..."
Within the intimate confines of Café LycoReco, the ambiance was punctuated by the subtle hum of conversation and the delicate clinking of utensils. As the trio of Takina, Mizuki, and Kurumi exchanged glances, their expressions betraying concern, their collective attention was drawn to Karito, who stood fixated before the flickering TV screen.
(Karito) Mumbles "Why didn't my foresight activate? Fuck..."
(Mizuki) "Kar-"
As the café's entrance parted ways to welcome the arrival of Fuki and Sakura, a fresh aura of companionship graced the scene. The subtle change in atmosphere seemed to have a restorative effect on Karito, who, with measured composure, veiled the storm of emotions that had momentarily gripped him. His countenance softened, and he expertly concealed the traces of lingering turmoil, as if drawing from a reservoir of inner strength.
(Fuki) "Is Chisato and Karito around?"
(Chisato) Exits the kitchen "Oh, Fuki! Welcome!"
(Karito) "What's up?"
(Fuki) "Looks like I don't need to explain. There's something I want to show you two." Looks at Kurumi "You're an unfamiliar face."
(Kurumi) Looks away nervously "I-I'm from DA."
(Fuki) "Is that so?" Faces Chisato and Karito
Chisato noticed Kurumi's distress, but before she could offer an excuse, Karito deftly intervened, skillfully diverting attention and diffusing any discomfort.
(Karito) "She helps with anything computer related. In other words, she's our IT."
(Fuki) "Then I'll borrow this for a bit." Takes Kurumi's tablet and plugs a USB "This is footage from the police station surveillance camera."
Within the confines of the monitoring room, the footage unfolded with grim intensity. Electrifying chaos ensued as the malevolent figure, known as Electro, discharged lethal bolts of energy with ruthless precision, ending the life of a hapless officer in a fraction of a second. Hovering ominously, he seemed to revel in his own destructive power, maniacal laughter echoing through the air. Tension mounted as the malevolent being amassed even greater electrical energy, culminating in a cataclysmic detonation that brought the footage to a jarring halt, leaving the observers unsettled and anxious for what may follow next.
(Chisato) "W-What? You guys are seriously not intending to mess with someone who can do that, right? He destroyed an entire city block!"
(Fuki) "We tried our best to cover it up but the explosion was too big and many people noticed it from afar. We couldn't do anything about and the people are panicking more and more."
(Mizuki) "Don't ignore Chisato's question! Are you guys seriously thinking of messing with... with THAT!"
(Kurumi) "And let's not forget that he's not the only one with superpowers, there are other villains like him who possibly are just as powerful."
(Fuki) "Well..." Looks at Karito
Before Karito could answer, Mika came out of the kitchen as well, noticing the two visitors.
(Mika) "Oh, we have an unusual guest."
(Fuki) Blushes
(Sakura) "Hey, Karito can I order a Dango set? The matcha one."
(Karito) "A matcha dango set, sure." Looks at Fuki "Pff, what about you tomato?"
(Fuki) Covers her face "Sh-Shut up... I'm on duty..."
(Karito) "So boring~."
(Fuki) "Well, Karito?! Do you know who he is?!"
(Karito) "You don't have to scream right into my face, I'm right in front of you." Starts making Sakura's Matcha Dango "Now as for your question, I know who he is. In fact, I know who every single one of those villains are."
(Fuki) "WHAT?! YOU KNOW ALL OF THEM?!"
(Sakura) "Why didn't you say anything before?"
(Karito) "Because it's pointless."
(Fuki) "What can be more pointless than knowing a villain's identity?"
(Karito) "Knowing their actual origins makes finding out their identity completely pointless."
(Fuki) "What do you mean?"
(Karito) "I mean that they don't exist."
(Fuki) "What?"
(Kurumi) "Now I'm curious, what do you mean they don't exist."
(Karito) "Alright, I'll give you names and I want you to search the entire world for those names and tell me if you found them, and if you don't well... I told you so."
(Fuki) "Just give us their names!" Presses her earpiece to report it to DA
(Karito) "Such a waste of time..." Sighs and continues cooking "First of all, Electro Aka Maxwell Dillon. Second, Wolverine Aka James Howlett or Logan. Third, Vulture Aka Adrian Toomes. And lastly the most dangerous one... Venom Aka Eddy Brock."
Within the confines of the monitoring room, the footage unfolded with grim intensity. Electrifying chaos ensued as the malevolent figure, known as Electro, discharged lethal bolts of energy with ruthless precision, ending the life of a hapless officer in a fraction of a second. Hovering ominously, he seemed to revel in his own destructive power, maniacal laughter echoing through the air. Tension mounted as the malevolent being amassed even greater electrical energy, culminating in a cataclysmic detonation that brought the footage to a jarring halt, leaving the observers unsettled and anxious for what may follow next.
(Chisato) "Um... Karito? Why did you say that they don't exist?"
(Karito) "Exactly what I mean. You can't find information on someone who doesn't even live on this planet."
(Mizuki) "...What?"
Everyone looks at Karito like he's crazy.
(Fuki) "...You're joking right?"
(Karito) "You guys think superheroes and supervillains aren't enough to make you believe? One guy can manipulate electricity, another can fly, the other is basically almost immortal with anger management issues and the last one is a monster. And you think I'M joking?"
Everyone stays silent because he's right. Nothing's been remotely normal this year.
A heavy silence descended upon the room, punctuated only by the weight of the truth. Indeed, the events of this year had been anything but ordinary. As the words sank in, the realization dawned on everyone that the elusive names they sought were a perplexing enigma, concealed from all avenues of investigation, like phantoms in the shadows. The nameless individuals seemingly defied all records and data, leaving no trace of their existence anywhere in the vast expanse of nations and information networks. It's like Karito said, "They don't exist".
(Mika) "K-Karito... how do you... know all this?"
(Karito) "That's something for me to know, and for you to never find out."
(Fuki) "Tch..." Annoyed "Let's go, Sakura."
(Sakura) "Ok." Waves at karito "Goodbye handsome and thanks for the snack."
(Karito) "Mhm..."
With a sense of urgency, both girls swiftly exited the café. Kurumi clutched her tablet tightly, her gaze fixed on the screen before her. As her eyes scanned the digital contents, her complexion turned ashen, a mixture of shock and concern etched across her features. Without a word, she directed her attention toward Karito, her expression communicating a grave revelation that demanded his immediate attention.
(Kurumi) "Um... Karito... Electro left a message for you..."
Karito's eyes narrowed as he approached Kurumi, curiosity mingled with concern. His gaze followed hers to the tablet's screen, where a disturbing message awaited. The ominous words sent shivers down his spine, and a foreboding sensation filled the room.
"You better get ready, Spider, the shadows are soon going to consume this world... Including you!"
His heart pounded as he absorbed the gravity of the hidden message within the footage. A dark aura seemed to emanate from him, briefly unsettling those around him. However, he swiftly regained control of his emotions, a mask of composure settling over his features.
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Night time
As evening settled in, the café's doors were closed for the day. Mizuki, Chisato, and Kurumi found themselves in a state of relaxation, perched near the kitchen, while Takina attended to organizing a few plates. Meanwhile, Karito, in his usual flair, was busy preparing dinner for the group.
(Mizuki) "Karito~, what's for dinner?"
(Karito) "Pasta."
(Mizuki) "Okay~."
(Chisato) "I'll have some!"
(Karito) Grunts internally
The others then heard the kitchen door open, seeing Mika ready to leave.
(Mika) "Oh, I'm sorry but I have to step out for an errand."
(Mizuki) "Oh, okay."
(Mika) "Please lock up for me." Leaves
All of a sudden the girls quickly started packing their stuff in a hurry once Mika left while Karito remained with a poker face... but suddenly Mika came back and all of the girls froze in place.
(Mika) "I forgot to ask. The main gas line..." Notices the girls acting weird "What's wrong."
(The Girls) Kurumi was repeatedly boucing, while Mitzuki was randomly strenching, Takina was looking inside a bag and Chisato just stared at the food.
(Karito) "Kurumi... that's kinda cute. Stop it."
(Kurumi) "K-Karito, shut up!" Nervous laughter "O-Oh, I was just wondering when Karito is gonna finish the pasta." Nervous
(Chisato) "K-Karito~, when are you done with the food? Ah...Ah...."
(Karito) "-_-'..." Remains silent
(Mika) "Oh, really? I wish I could've stayed to eat some of Karito's food."
(Karito) "You can, rain check?"
(Mika) "Rain check." Leaves
After Mika left all the girls flopped to the floor breaking from their "acting". Karito just stared at them like their crazy and continued cooking.
As the minutes ticked by, dinner was served, and Karito enjoyed his meal with a calm demeanor. Meanwhile, the girls, with their own interests, engaged in some playful teasing, Kurumi being particularly mischievous as she used her computer skills to track Mika's GPS location. The girls, after satisfying their curiosity with the technology trickery, decided to involve Karito in their little adventure. Persuading him to join them, they convinced him to don some fancy attire, much to his reluctance.
Once all were dressed up and ready, the group set out, piling into Mizuki's car and discreetly following Mika's taxi from a distance.
(Kurumi) "It's almost time. Are the three of you ready?"
(Takina) "Yes, thanks for the tuxedo Karito."
(Karito) "...When did ya'll buy a second tuxedo?"
(Chisato) Doing her hair "Mhm~."
(Takina) Looks at Chisato "That was on TV this morning, too. Someone got a gold medal."
(Chisato) "Oh, really? Maybe I have that kind of talent, too?"
Karito then looks at Takina and Chisato.
Chisato looked stunning in her red dress, which hugged her figure gracefully. The dress was stylish and elegant, with a daring touch as it revealed a glimpse of her back and a hint of cleavage. The vibrant red color accentuated her beauty, and a black choker added a touch of sophistication to her overall look. Her hair was artfully styled into a fancy bun, adding an extra element of refinement to her appearance.
On the other hand, Takina looked dashing in her tuxedo, exuding an air of confidence and charm. The classic black suit fit her perfectly, exquisitely tailored to accentuate her features. The tuxedo jacket emphasized her waist, while the pants complemented her tall and slender frame. She wore a crisp white dress shirt underneath the jacket, which contrasted elegantly against the black ensemble. Completing the look, a black bow tie adorned her neck, adding a touch of class to the attire.
(Karito) Tries his absolute best to stay focused
(Takina) "Dodging bullets isn't something just anyone can do, though."
(Chisato) "You do know we have Karito, right? He's literally built different." Looks at Karito and mumbles "And currently extremely handsome..."
(Karito) "What was that?"
(Chisato) Blushes and looks away "N-Nothing..." Quickly changes the subject "Quick question, Karito. How fast can you run? No using web shooters, just running."
(Karito) "Well, their different kinds of speeds, I can tell you reaction speed and I can tell you my running speed."
(Chisato) "Oh~, that's true! I forgot for a moment. Anyways, tell me about both."
(Karito) "Well, I can tell you a few things about my reaction speed. One time I was able to casually dodge a bullet that was traveling 8,000 feet per second."
(Takina) "Wait... you dodged a bullet that was going at... Mach 7? How can a bullet even travel that fast? Was it upgraded?"
(Karito) "Yes, it was supernaturally enhanced. It was supposed the be 4,000 feet per second but by the enhancement it doubled it, making it 8,000."
As Karito explained his incredible speed, everyone in the car was left astounded, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Mizuki, in her astonishment, almost lost control of the car, but she quickly regained her focus as Karito urgently shouted at her to be careful.
(Kurumi) "That's insane... That is too unbelievable."
(Karito) "That's nothing compared to when I had to run away from probably the most overpowered being I've met to date."
(Chisato) "There's more?!"
(Karito) "I infiltrated enemy territory and helped some people escape from it. Once I was done with that part I meet a gatekeeper and... I had no chance at all against him. Like he was literally dimensions above me in terms of... well everything."
(Kurumi) "You're exaggerating... right? Someone above dimensions, hahaha!.... Right?"
(Karito) "I wished."
(Kurumi) Existential crisis
(Karito) "It was a good thing he was holding back, he was attacking me at the speed of light."
(Chisato) "Now that's impossible."
(Takina) "I agree."
(Karito) "Those people and I fuck with the laws of nature and physics for fun. So it's possible."
(Mizuki) "Well for all the things I've seen, I would believe him."
(Karito) "Now for my speed... When I was starting out, during a war. I was able to traverse 2 miles in 5 seconds by foot and parkour."
(Takina) "You're telling me you went 1,440 miles per hour... on foot? "
(Karito) "I did say I parkoured so I was leaping as well..."
(Chisato) "Are we gonna forget about the fact that Karito said... War?"
(Kurumi) "You've been to war, Karito?"
(Karito) "Yeah, about 3 times already. But that's a story for another time. Anyways, I can go faster now if I really try. I was a beginner by then. Now I have to be careful not to go overboard most of the time."
(Chisato) "YOU'RE EVEN FASTER NOW THAN BEFORE?!"
(Karito) "Mhm."
(Kurumi) "M-Make a turn right here, Mizuki."
Mizuki skillfully maneuvered the car, making a turn towards a nearby building, where they parked and got out. Takina, Chisato, and Karito stepped out of the car, ready to proceed on foot.
(Chisato) Holding Karito's shoulder "This atmosphere is something!"
(Karito) "You're trying very hard for us two to look like a couple by wrapping your arm around my own."
(Chisato) Blushes intensely "Y-You are going to attract too much attention with your looks!"
(Karito) "Then maybe you guys should've bought me something less eye-catching, eh~?"
(Chisato) "B-But... I thought you'll look... very... nice..." Sad
(Karito) "Well, for our private time? Yes. Not for missions though."
(Chisato) Happy and clings more towards Karito's shoulder
With a resigned sigh, Karito glanced down at the clothes that Chisato had bought for him.
Karito was now adorned in a distinctive tuxedo that stood out from the typical black and white ensembles. The long-sleeved shirt beneath the tuxedo jacket was a sleek black, emphasizing his strong and agile frame. However, what set this tuxedo apart was the second top, a sophisticated and almost light brown shade, which added a touch of elegance to the ensemble.
Completing the look were the matching pants, mirroring the color of the tuxedo's jacket and creating a harmonious balance. As he moved, the fabric flowed with grace, giving him an air of refined charm. And to top it off, his feet were adorned with fancy black shoes, completing the ensemble with a touch of class.
Though not entirely thrilled about being dressed up, Karito couldn't help but admit that the unique combination of colors and the overall refinement of the tuxedo did make him feel surprisingly confident and polished.
Karito's mind was filled with a mixture of intrigue and bewilderment as he examined the tuxedo he was wearing. It looked undeniably expensive, and for a hero who often avoided splurging on such things, he couldn't help but question how Chisato managed to acquire such an extravagant outfit. His tendency to make impulsive purchases haunted him, and he silently scolded himself for not being more cautious with his spending.
Lost in his thoughts, he was suddenly brought back to the present when Takina called out to him, breaking his reverie.
(Takina) "Hey, Karito? Is it here?"
(Karito) "Yeah. Press the wall, it'll reveal a keypad."
As Takina followed Karito's instructions, a small section of the wall slid upward, revealing a concealed keypad.
(Chisato) "Amazing~!"
With practiced precision, Takina's fingers danced across the keypad, entering the correct code with ease. The moment she hit the last digit, the door beside the keypad responded by sliding open, revealing a previously concealed entrance.
(Chisato) "Gotta hand it to Walnut~."
(Karito) "You're a little bit too excited about this, aren't you?"
(Chisato) "Yes! I just can't wait to see the inside of the bar."
(Karito) "Is that why you have a big ass hat on? Because I feel like you're gonna call more attention to yourself than me."
(Chisato) Gets anxious "Is it bad?!"
(Karito) Starts to feel bad "Uh... N-No?"
(Chisato) Pouts "Hmph! I feel amazing so it stays!"
(Karito) "I never said anything."
As the doors slowly parted, Karito and Chisato took the lead, stepping cautiously into the room beyond. Takina remained close behind, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.
(Chisato) "Mission start~."
As the trio stepped inside, they were greeted by a well-dressed receptionist, standing at a small podium just beyond the entrance. The receptionist wore a professional smile, her demeanor courteous yet composed. She politely requested to verify their entry before granting them access to the bar beyond.
(Receptionist) "Welcome." Looks at the trio "Excuse me, but may I please have your names?"
They all proceed to give fake names except for Karito.
(Chisato) "Noriko Wasabi."
(Takina) "Taro Kabayaki."
(Karito) "...Karito."
(Receptionist) "Wait, THAT Karito?"
(Karito) "Yes, the one who became a bartender and host for free when I was supposed to be a VIP guest."
(Receptionist) Sweats nervously
In Mizuki's car, Kurumi was laughing her ass off because of the girl's fake names. She laughed so much that she was smacked on the back of her hard by Mizuki.
(Mizuki) "WHAT KIND OF FAKE NAME IS THAT?!"
(Kurumi) Wheezing "Oh God! Karito is too good at this! I'll forever listen to his pranks." Almost recomposes herself "And it's fine. They will still have access and pluss if they didn't Karito would get them in anyways because he left a big impact in that bar to the point EVERYONE knows him."
(Mizuki) "Wait... there supposed to lay low..."
(Kurumi) "Luckily the one who knows him is the receptionist, everyone working today isn't the same people who worked at the time Karito went there in the past.
(Mizuki) "That... fine I guess?"
Back with the trio, Karito was still talking with the receptionist about... business?
(Karito) "Look, what I'm saying is that I did the work of 10 people. Fucking 10."
(Receptionist) "B-But sir, how do you want to be paid when you don't work here?"
(Karito) "Listen here cabron, I was so good at being a host everyone who was supposed to be there as a host went on break for the entire night. I was such a good bartender that the 5 mother fuckers who were supposed to be there took a break FOR THE WHOLE NIGHT! I was a 1 man army in your bar handling everyone! All the people who took that hour should be fired for making a VIP work!"
(Receptionist) "I-I'm so sorry sir, we will contact the employees for their resignation immediately and we will send you what we owe you!"
(Karito) "Good, now I have to take my girls, and hopefully this time I relax instead of working."
(Receptionist) "Y-Yes, sir! Enjoy your stay! Follow me!" Internally suffering
(Chisato) "Wait he didn't check our Ide-"
(Karito) Places his finger on Chisato's lips "Just go with the flow." Receives a message on his phone "Oh ho~? Money received~."
(Takina) "K-Karito... did you just..."
(Karito) "Yes I did."
The trio continued to walk further into the bar, the girls sharing subtle glances with each other as they sighed internally, familiar with Karito's unpredictable antics. Despite his quirks, they had grown accustomed to his unique ways over time.
Finally, finding a set of plush sofas, they settled down comfortably, making themselves at home in the cozy surroundings. A waiter promptly approached their table, bearing a bottle of champagne with a poised and courteous demeanor. With a gentle pop, he uncorked the bottle, filling their glasses with the effervescent liquid.
(Waiter) "Please enjoy your time and relax."
(Karito) "I better relax because if I don't you might have to call the fire department because I'm gonna roast a bitch alive.
The girls and the waiter look at Karito with shocked faces.
(Karito) "What? Never seen an angry Puerto Rican before?"
The waiter leaves out of fear.
(Karito) "That's what I thought."
Takina continued to ignore Karito and she quickly spotted Mika in the bar wearing fancy clothes.
(Takina) "There he is."
(Chisato) "Wow, Teach is all dressed up and stuff."
(Karito) Drinks his champagne "I can't believe we stalking Mika during something private."
(Chisato) "Come on~. Don't be like that."
(Karito) Sigh
(Kurumi) Coms "See, I told you it was a date. We should retreat before Kusunoki comes here"
(Karito) "It's not a date and I think the commander will die alone knowing her personality."
As the two girls continued their conversation, Karito couldn't shake off the strange sensation that tingled at the edges of his senses. It was as if an instinctive warning urged him to be cautious, like a whisper from his innermost self. Just then, a familiar figure appeared and settled beside Mika. It was Mr. Yoshi, someone Karito had encountered before on various occasions.
(Chisato) "Huh? Mr. Yoshi?"
(Mizuki) Coms "Oh man, this really is a date."
(Karito) "It's not."
(Takina) Confused "Huh?"
(Chisato) "How did I miss this?"
(Kurumi) Coms "Wait, Mika swings that way? You guys should have said that first!"
(Karito) Just gave up and continues to stare daggers at Mr. Yoshi
(Chisato) Stands up and starts leaving "Let's go. It's rude if we got in their way."
(Takina) "S-Sure..." Follows but notices Karito not moving an inch "Karito?" Looks
As Takina observed Karito, a sense of alarm washed over her. She couldn't help but notice his eyes were glowing with an eerie electricity, and his body seemed to emit faint sparks. Concerned for her friend, she swiftly moved closer and firmly held his face, ensuring he would focus on her.
(Takina) "Karito, what are you doing?"
(Karito) "I don't trust him. His aura is very weird."
(Takina) "What do you mean?"
(Karito) "He reeks of darkness, more than before."
(Takina) "Karito, you can't attack him, Mr. Yoshi is a good man."
(Karito) "You guys can leave, the moment he's alone I'm interrogating him."
Chisato returned after she noticed that none of the two were following her.
(Chisato) "Guys, what are you doing?"
(Takina) "Karito doesn't like Mr. Yoshi."
(Chisato) "Why?"
(Karito) "Because he feels like them."
(Chisato) "What are you talking about, Karito?"
(Karito) "He feels like the other supervillains."
(Chisato) "That's impossible. Let's go you can figure it out later."
(Karito) "Bu-"
(Chisato) "Karito. No, just don't."
(Karito) Irritated and just walks away
Meanwhile, Mika and Mr. Yoshi, both clicked their drinks together and started conversing.
(Shinji) "Sorry to call you out so suddenly."
(Mika) "It's fine."
(Shinji) "There was something I wanted to ask you."
(Mika) "Why are you so formal about it?"
The trio was sneakily walking towards the exit while looking at Mr. Yoshi and Mika converse.
(Takina) Whispering "He's a regular at our café so it won't be strange to greet him."
(Chisato) Whispering "It's okay! I'll tell you about it later."
(Karito) "If you do, I'm killing him."
(Chisato) "Karito, don't speak nonsense."
As the trio proceeded with their stealthy approach, Chisato remained oblivious to the gravity of Karito's earlier statement. To her, it seemed like he was merely bluffing or exaggerating, as she couldn't fathom the idea of him resorting to lethal measures. Her own principles forbade taking a life, and she held on to the hope that Karito shared the same sentiment, even though she had witnessed him dispatching adversaries before.
Little did she know how mistaken she was, for belief alone could sometimes deceive one's judgment.
While the trio continues with their stealth they continue to overhear the conversation.
(Shinji) "I entrusted her to you after the surgery. Have you forgotten the meaning behind that, Mika?"
Once Chisato hear that part she came to a complete stop making Karito bump face-first into her butt accidentally.
(Karito) Thoughts "...That feeling is gonna stay for a very long time in my head."
(Takina) "Karito?" Looks at Takina "Chisao?"
(Karito) "..."
Chisato was completely focused on Mr. Yoshi.
(Shinji) "Why do you think we saved Chisato? That heart is also the fruit of Alan's talents"
(Takina) Whispering "Karito what is wrong with Chisato?"
(Karito) Whispering "Just stay quiet for a moment, Takina."
(Chisato) "Huh? It was... Mr. Yoshi?"
After Takina stayed quiet after Karito told her to, Chisato turned around and looked at her friends with an excited look.
(Chisato) "It was Mr. Yoshi!"
(Karito) "..."
(Kurumi) Coms only to Karito "Hey now, come on. You guys have been acting weird what is Chisato doing?"
(Karito) "...Stay in the car, I got this..."
Suddenly Chisato came out of her cover revealing herself in front of Mika and Mr. Yoshi.
(Chisato) "It was you, Mr. Yoshi?"
(Mika) "Chisato and Karito?!"
(Shinji) "What is the meaning of this?" Looks at Karito
(Karito) Glares
(Mika) "No, that's not it!"
(Chisato) "I'm sorry. I accidentally caught a glimpse of Teach's text."
(Takina) "We though-"
(Karito) "It was a misunderstanding on our part, we assumed wrong."
(Mika) "You three..."
(Chisato) "But that conversation just now. Just a little bit. I want to talk with Mr. Yoshi just for a little bit." Looks at Mr. Yoshi
(Shinji) "What is it?" Is still staring at Karito who was behind Chisato
(Takina) "I'll be waiting outside... let's go, Karito."
(Karito) "No..."
(Chisato) "It's fine, Takina. I don't mind if Karito stays..."
(Takina) Decides to leave
The four individuals present remained in their respective positions, enveloped in a tense atmosphere. Among them, one particular boy simmered with an unsettling undercurrent of killing intent, a silent fury that only one person in the room could sense. Mr. Yoshi, unfortunate to be the target, couldn't help but feel a growing anxiety throughout the encounter.
(Chisato) "To think it was you of all people, Mr. Yoshi. Oh, I'm sorry, I should call you Mr. Yoshimatsu. Thank you so much. I'd been looking for you all this time. Because I never got to say thanks after the surgery."
(Shinji) "I can't admit that I did it."
(Chisato) "Huh?"
(Shinji) "Those are the rules."
(Chisato) Her voice trembled for a bit "So I see. All right. I want to use the time I was given to save others, just like-"
(Shinji) "I know that."
(Karito) Crack
The three look at Karito who had "accidentally" broken a cup.
(Karito) "Continue..."
(Shinji) Obliges "But you're Lycoris, right? Your talent is-"
Just as the tense conversation continued, the group was abruptly interrupted by the sounds of Kurumi and Mizuki attempting to force their way into the room. Seizing the opportunity, Mr. Yoshi swiftly made his exit, not wanting to overstay his welcome amidst the mounting tension.
(Shinji) "Alan Children have their own purposes. Talk to Mika about it."
(Chisato) "U-Um, Mr. Yoshi."
(Mika) "Karito, can you stay with Chisato?"
(Karito) Calms down but is still angry "Yeah, I can."
Upon hearing those unsettling words, Mika's sense of urgency was immediately ignited. He swiftly decided to pursue Mr. Yoshi before the man could slip away, leaving Karito and Chisato to contend with the now arguing duo of Mizuki and Kurumi.
(Chisato) "I'll be waiting for you at the café... I'll be waiting..."
As the intensity of the situation subsided, Chisato's emotions began to swirl inside her, leaving her with a mixture of feelings she couldn't fully comprehend. Her gaze drifted downward, lost in thought about the unsettling encounter they had just witnessed. Sensing her inner turmoil, Karito took a step closer to her, a comforting presence in the midst of the chaos.
With a tender touch, he gently placed his hand on her cheek, offering reassurance and support. Chisato leaned into his touch, finding solace in the warmth of his hand against her skin. Seeking comfort, she rested her head on his chest, seeking a sense of security in his presence.
(Chisato) Sniff
(Karito) Gently caress her hair
If it wasn't for Chisato, Karito would have completely changed the events of this story.
Inside an elevator, Mika was able to catch up with Mr. Yoshi. Both are at the opposite end of the elevator facing each other.
(Mika) "Shinji. I allowed Jin to get away."
(Shinji) "You weren't such a softie before. What happened?"
(Mika) "Let's give Chisato all the time that she desires!"
(Shinji) "Mika. A talent is something that God possesses. It is not meant for people. And it's especially not for us." Walks towards Mika and slams his hand right beside Mika's head, slowly leaning toward his face "We made a promise, remember?" Get's closer to Mika's lips "Didn't we~?"
(Mika) Pushes Shinji away "Stop it!" Pulls out a gun and aims it "Free Chisato! I have the resolve to pull this trigger!"
(Shinji) "The first day I visited your café, I was so ecstatic, I mean it. Of course, I meet Japan's hero, Karito Aka Spider-Man. Just like that day 10 years ago."
Flashback
(Shinji) "Nice to meet you. I'm Sinji Yoshimatsu."
(Shinji) "We each have a lot of secrets. I'm sure we can get along well."
(Shinji) "It was a success, Mika!" Gets sad "But it was at a price..."
(Shinji) "This is goodbye...The Darkness is coming for me... and they promise me that I'll witness an extraordinary talent for killing from two individuals."
Flashback end
The elevator door dings and the doors slide open, as Shinji walks out totally unharmed while Mika was against the wall looking down. He looks at his gun, the one he couldn't pull the trigger from.
(Mika) "There's no way... that I could actually do it."
Mr. Yoshi walks outside the building as a car awaits him. He opens the door to si down but Takina catches his attention making him shift his focus.
(Takina) "Excuse me." Looks to the side "Sorry for intruding earlier. But Chisato was happy. I also apologize for Karito, he doesn't act this way and he's super nice... he just didn't feel good." faces Mr. Yoshi "We will be waiting at the café. Chisato has been waiting this."
(Shinji) "I think you would understand... that Chisato doesn't belong here... she's holding Karito back... she's holding herself back..." Slowly gets in the car " I have high hopes for you, Takina."
Mr. Yoshi gets inside the car and leaves, making Takina stare at him with suspicion in her eyes because of what he said.
Change scene
In the dimly lit bar, Chisato and Karito sat together, waiting for Mika's return. Chisato's fingers played with the pendant of her necklace, a small gesture betraying her unease. Karito sat quietly beside her, providing silent support as they both anticipated the conversation to come.
When Mika finally returned, taking a seat nearby, Chisato wasted no time in addressing the matter at hand. Her voice was steady but tinged with concern as she began to speak, her words cutting through the air with purpose.
(Chisato) "Why didn't you tell me?"
(Mika) Sighs and rubs his eyes "That was the condition I was given to save you."
(Chisato) She looks at her necklace "So you kept a promise." Giggles "That's more like you, Teach. From Karito's side, he didn't tell us his secret because he wanted to protect us... which is so like him." Humorous "Not bad, to keep deceiving me. I thought Karito was the exception."
(Karito) "-_-' "
(Mika) "I'm sorry, Chisato."
(Chisato) Chuckles "It's fine. Don't worry about it." Pats her teacher's back
(Mika) "Still... I'm sorry."
As the conversation came to a close, the three of them made the decision to leave the bar. Chisato and Mika walked ahead, continuing their discussion, while Karito deliberately lagged behind, his steps slower and more deliberate than usual. His actions didn't go unnoticed by the two.
(Chisato) Looks back "Karito?"
(Mika) "Are you going to do some patrolling by any chance?"
(Karito) "Yeah..."
(Mika) "Oh? Is that so? Then we'll go ahead of you then."
(Chisato) Walks closer to Karito "Hey..."
(Karito) "Hm?"
(Chisato) "Are you okay? You haven't been talking for a good while..."
(Karito) "No, I'm uneasy."
(Chisato) "Huh? But why?"
(Karito) "Because of Mr. Yoshi. He's not who you think he is."
(Chisato) "Karito... don't, please."
(Karito) "I know how you feel about it. He's the guy you were looking for, 10 whole years, and your superhero savior saying that he wants to beat him up..."
(Chisato) "Exactly so, please..."
(Karito) "Tch... fine. I'll not bother him."
(Chisato) "Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow at the café, okay?"
(Karito) "Yeah..."
With those final words, Mika and Chisato left thanks to Mizuki, leaving the hero all alone on an empty street.
Karito Pov
I'm sorry, Chisato. I've been holding back for your sake but I can't let this slide anymore.
Kara, GPS location on Shinji's limousine.
Map system activated. He seemed to have stopped at a park and is accompanied.
The bastard knew I was coming for him. Good, he won't be waiting any longer then.
As Toxin swiftly envelops me, suiting me up in my Spider-Man gear, I leap into the air, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins. With a well-timed burst of lateral repulsion, I propel myself skyward, soaring through the cityscape. My web shooters spin their magic, and I shoot a strong web line toward the nearest building, swinging with grace and precision as I make my way toward Shinji's location.
Seconds later...
Crash
I landed gracefully in the park, my feet touching down silently on the soft grass. Toxin had already informed me of the target's location – he was just sitting on a bench with a woman beside him. Taking a deep breath, I made my way towards them, my heart pounding with a mix of determination and caution.
(Spider-Man) "I couldn't tell before that you were a dark but as months pass your stench just keeps getting worse and worse."
(Shinji) "Oh? I could've sworn that I showered."
(Spider-Man) "Cut the bullshit I didn't come here for chit-chat. You're gonna tell me what those other fuckers are planning. NOW!"
(Shinji) "No, no. I can't let you ruin our plans just yet. Everything is almost prepared, just a few more episodes from the anime and the corruption can commence."
(Spider-Man) "I didn't ask for permission." Walks towards Shinji "Now tell me-"
My heightened senses were on full alert as the woman's punch came at me, but I managed to sidestep the attack just in time. The force behind it created a shockwave that I felt grazing past me. I swiftly reacted as she followed up with a spinning kick, catching her leg in my grasp and redirecting her momentum, sending her crashing into a nearby tree, which splintered upon impact.
Before I could fully assess the situation, she was back on her feet and charging towards me with incredible speed. Thinking quickly, I utilized an accelerated decoy to confuse her, creating a split-second diversion. As she attacked the decoy, I seized the opportunity and prepared to deliver a powerful hammer fist to her back.
However, my heightened instincts warned me of another presence behind me, and in a split second, I dropped into a crouched position, narrowly avoiding a set of razor-sharp adamantium claws that swiped through the air where I had stood just moments ago.
(Spider-Man) "Two versus one? Ya'll can't seem to handle me by yourselves or something?"
In the heat of the battle, Wolverine let out a fierce roar, charging at me alongside the woman. I quickly assessed the situation and decided to take advantage of the environment. Shooting two webs towards the ground below them, I infused them with electricity and triggered a powerful explosion, creating a momentary diversion.
Using my enhanced vision, I focused on the woman and darted towards her with incredible speed, delivering a precise gut punch that sent her soaring into the sky. However, my Spider sense alerted me to an impending danger. I glimpsed a vision of myself dodging a blow, but Wolverine anticipated my move and caught me mid-air, swiftly bringing me crashing down to the ground. His adamantium claws struck repeatedly at my chest, but before the vision could fully unfold, I shook my head, discarding the distracting images.
With determination in my eyes, I turned back to Wolverine, my instincts taking over. In a surge of strength, I grabbed him by the face and slammed him forcefully to the ground, the impact causing the surface to crack beneath him.
In the heat of the intense battle, I seized the opportunity to unleash a barrage of Venom-infused punches on the evil version of Wolverine, dealing blow after blow. However, before I could finish him off with a decapitation move, the woman intervened, sending a powerful air slash my way, forcing me to swiftly dodge to avoid the attack.
She wasted no time and charged at me, launching a rapid series of strikes. I managed to block her attacks, but she wasn't giving up easily. Her uppercut aimed at my jaw was swiftly caught by me, and I retaliated with a back fist to her cheek, momentarily stunning her. Seizing the opening, she threw a sloppy punch, providing me with the perfect opportunity to end the fight.
Blocking her wide swing, I quickly responded with a backhand strike to her face, leaving her dazed and off balance. Capitalizing on the moment, I swiftly kicked the back of her leg, causing her to kneel. Without a moment's hesitation, I raised my foot and delivered a decisive stomp right to her face, rendering her unconscious and effectively ending the confrontation.
Damn... I might've broken her cheekbone with that stomp but whatever. That's what she gets for being a dark. I'll kill them in a second after I get the info that I want from Mr. Yoshi, fucking Shinji I don't care.
I walked towards him and he looked at me in disappointment.
(Shinji) "I thought you were going to kill them."
(Spider-Man) "I..." Realization
Wait... Why didn't I kill them...
Hold on, something is not right. I clearly had the intention to kill them so why didn't I? Did it slip from my mind? It's like I thought about it and suddenly I didn't... but why?
(???) "Sorry, I fucked with your head because I can't let you fuck with the plot like you did last time. And trust me, it was problematic."
I turned my head and... wait... why can't I see his face?
But... there's this sense of... familiarity...
(Spider-Man) "Who..."
(???) "Can't have you doing that either."
At speeds that I've never seen before in all of my knowledge of comics, manga, light novels... just everything... how... where... huh?"
(???) "Now, I'll need you to entertain the readers more. So goodbye." He taps his Spider-Man's nape
Huh?
Huh? Huh?
Huh? Huh? What? Huh?
NGH!
HAAAAAA!!!!!!!
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Ugh... Where...
It's so blurry...
I can't hear anything, just a loud buzzing sound that feels like it's inside my head... it feels like a drill...
I feel so weightless...
My body feels like ice... melting...
Wait...
Weightless?
Ah, fu-
I crashed into the building, the impact sent shockwaves through its structure. Glass shattered and concrete crumbled as I plowed through the upper floors, leaving a path of destruction in his wake. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring the once pristine interior.
Finally, with a tremendous force, I burst through the opposite side of the building, hurtling into the open air again. I crashed into the ground of the park with a resounding thud, creating a small crater upon impact. Trees quivered from the force of the impact, and the ground trembled beneath the weight of his landing.
(Spider-Man) "..."
(Toxin) "I wonder where we landed..."
(Spider-Man) "Kara..."
Yes, Player?
(Spider-Man) "Where the fuck did we land this time?"
Fortunately, we didn't land in another universe.
(Spider-Man) "Fucking finally, I wasn't sent to a world where children are turned into assassins or a very typical Izekai world where magic and dragons are a thing..."
I recompose myself.
(Spider-Man) "Please tell me we aren't on the other side of Japan..."
Actually, it's worse.
(Spider-Man) Grunts "Oh no..."
(Toxin) "Meh, we can steal a jet and fly to Japan."
(Spider-Man) "Huh uh..."
We are in the West of Russia.
(Spider-Man) "..."
(Toxin) "..."
...
(Spider-Man) "Well, let's start running because I don't wanna give the others a heart attack because I suddenly disappeared."
Having a panic attack ain't gonna do anything for this kind of situation, pluss I'm fast I can reach an airport pretty quickly. I just need to tell Kara to point me in the right direction, which she seems to already predict that I was gonna ask her.
Anyways, after a few minutes of totally not losing my mind in a foreign country that I was randomly tossed at, I found the airport rather easily.
I just activated my camouflaged mode and walked across the entire place. Passed the scanners and everything, I just need to find a flight that is closest to Japan. Hopefully, I can find a direct flight and don't have to make stops every few hours.
I activated my hacking skill to quickly search around the server and I was incredibly lucky to find a direct flight toward Japan... but this flight looks awfully suspicious...
Oh... I can see why...
Dark Airlines...
These mother fuckers are testing my patience...
The one that fucked me over seems to be a reality warper because of the way he talked. Speaking about readers and shit. I'm not surprised by that statement. It's pretty obvious that someone from the real world is reading these altered timelines in either apps or comic books.
That's where fanfiction comes in. The alternate timelines and shit. Comics also do that and everything else. I don't know where specifically my story ties in all this but... meh whatever.
There's only one booked flight and of course, it's me...
I just wished the flight wasn't 8 hours... This plane is fucking enhanced man, why not make it faster?
Tch... Mr. Mxyzptlk sounding ass... reality warping whatever the fuck he wants...
Ugh... Let's just go...
I quickly walked toward the section where my flight is located. The doors opened by themselves and I entered. I walked through a small hallway and entered the plane.
...
This dude really put a 5-star hotel room inside a private jet...
I...
I'm not thinking about this anymore. I'm just gonna... pass out in this bed and see what happens...
Ugh... what an annoying day...
I lay down on the bed and fall asleep as the jet turns on by itself and takes flight.
To be continued...