He also wore a scientist’s lab coat and a pair of the cleanest snow colored gloves I had ever witnessed in my life. The man came into the room calmly and stood close to the door. Then he spoke. “Master, you’re awake at last! I’m so glad you’re feeling better!” His voice was a lot higher and cheerful than I thought he would be, and the fact that he called me ‘master’ threw me off guard. “I-I’m sorry, but who are you?” I stuttered, my eyes wide from the unexpected sentence. “Oh, how rude of me. My name is Clear! I saved you from that megaphone guy last night.” He said, shamelessly. “Well, it’s nice to meet you… Clear. But why did you save us?”
“I heard your voice, Master! It was calling me from all the way over here. It sounded like you were in distress so I came to save you! I got to the dump and saw that man with the megaphone about to exterminate you, and something inside of my went off. I ended up jumping on him and throwing him out of the dump afterwards…” Clear’s voice strained and he rubbed the back of his head, like he was really embarrassed. Then his voice got really serious. He dropped his hand, balled it into a fist, and looked straight at me. “That man hurt my master, and he had to pay for what he did.”
“...” I was at a loss of words from his change in tone and what he did to Akushima. I guess this cute fuzzball of a guy could be really scary at times. But why was he doing this? We didn’t know each other, so how could I be his master? And how did he hear my voice? I wanted to ask all of these questions, but I didn’t get the chance to form the words to my questions. “So, what happened to Akushima?” Koujaku inquired, drawing Clear’s attention. “Was that his name? Well, Akushima was unconscious, so I put him up against a wall in an alley close to the entrance of the dump-”
“Wait, you still cared for him even though he was about to kill Aoba?” Koujaku jumped slightly on the mattress, making Clear jump back a bit. “Y-Yeah.” Clear’s hands went to his sides, though he would sometimes fidget with his gloves as he explained himself to Koujaku.
It reminded me of why I admire you so much.” I rose my head off my knees and looked up at Koujaku’s gentle eyes. “I admire you because of your loyalty to the people you care about. You aren’t afraid to stand up for them, even if it meant that you were hurt in the process. Like when you knocked Akushima out. Now, THAT, was awesome!” He scruffled my hair as he laughed the last part of his sentence. “Hey! Kooooooujaku!” A light chuckle left my mouth as he kept playing with my hair, and I smiled at him. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He let go of me and I got off the bed to gain some strength back into my legs. As I walked around the room, Koujaku watched me, prepared to catch me if I stumbled or had trouble. I walked around the bedpost, sometimes using the wall for support. “How are you feeling? I know you weren’t beat to a pulp like I was, but Akushima shot you with that paralysis burst.”
“Yeah. I’m okay, thankfully.” His clasped hands tightened around each other, his nails digging into his skin. “I tried so hard to move when I was paralyzed so I could stop him from hurting you, but then some shadowed figure jumped on him.”
“You saw them too?” I stopped in my tracks near the windowsill, facing him with interest glimmering in my eyes. “Yeah, but I couldn’t make out anything. Not even a face.”
“Do you think they were the one who took us here?” Koujaku began to mess with his bangs. “Beats me. I got drowsy and passed out for a bit, and when I woke up I was in my own bedroom. I looked around the house for whoever that person was, but I couldn’t find any sign of them.”
“Hmm. Then we should go looking for that person.” I didn’t need to say anything more, because the milk door that Koujaku came in from opened again, revealing a new figure whom I had never met before. But the significance of this figure convinced me that this was the man that saved us. Now that he was in the daylight, I could make out his figure. He still wore a black gas mask, which covered his entire face and most of his baby powder colored hair. He also wore a yellow scarf, a white button down shirt, gray baggy pants that seemed just a tad bit too big for him, and knee high laced combat boots.