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 10 - Honeymoon

For the next four days, I spent all my time at home with Akkad. 

 

He had to have realized that I was nervous, because he kept his movements and speech slow as he asked questions, changing the subject and finding interesting topics to continue the conversation when I got tongue-tied. 

 

I thought it would be tough to live with him, but unwittingly I was starting to feel pretty good about him; when I did notice, I couldn’t believe myself. 

 

I stared at Akkad as he drank something. He made a “Hm?” as he looked up at me with eyes narrowed in contentness. 

“You’re different from what I thought you’d be like.”

“What’d you think would be different?”

“I thought you’d be all ‘me, me, me’, and you wouldn’t have enough personality to say anything interesting.”

“What the hell?” he snorted, “Although, I did intend to flirt a little bit, like peeking at my crush with my sexiest side-eyes.” He punctuated his words with a cheeky wink. 

 

I brought up the lack of physical activity, but he ended up bringing me to the training room to play sports in the VR suite, so the issue completely disappeared.

On top of that, he turned out to very well-studied; as we were using the device he taught me a lot about it’s functions.

At the very beginning of it all, I had an interest in software programming. I accidentally let slip in conversation that up until now I’d never been able to study it because I’d been buried under work, and Professor Akkad set up an intensive tutoring regimen just for me. 

He wasn’t properly reprogrammed1, but he’s still so smart, what the hell’s up with this guy. I’m happy about it, but the list of things I don’t know about him just keeps getting longer. 

 

Also, we sleep together every night. 

Once we’d finished bathing, Akkad would approach me with a refreshing and gentle demeanor, and in the time it took to gasp, he’d have managed to carry me to the bed. He’d act uncharacteristically spoiled and coquettish, and, with a disrespectful amount of libido, pound into me until I didn’t know forwards from backwards. 

For a freaking hero, his sexual appetite is way too strong. Cancelled.2

 

“I already don’t want to go back to work. They meddled in our affairs in all sorts of ways, too… Maybe I should just become self-employed. If I did that I could spend the whole day with you.”

 

After four days, Akkad reluctantly reported back in to work. This time he did not put handcuffs on my wrists. 

 

“Geez, okay, how am I gonna run away?”

In the end, I wasn’t able to get permission to go out on my own, and my weapons storage device was “still being inspected”, so it still hasn’t been returned to me. 

If only I had it, I’d be able to use the undetectable explosive powder I prepared beforehand, and Macgyver something out. 

I scanned the doors, walls, and every nook and cranny; taking into account the materials, thickness, and welding, I confirmed I wouldn’t be able to break through unarmed. He did say “the security is sturdier”.

I don’t know what’ll happen when Akkad gets tired of me, so I want to run away from this place as soon as possible. At the same time, if I stay obedient for a little while longer, I may be able to get him to lower his guard… 

 

It can’t be helped. I’ll continue my studies through the morning. After that, maybe I’ll do some exercise.

 

That afternoon, Robot-kun brought out an afternoon-snack for me after I had just finished a run through the 19th century Paris street-scape in the VR suite, when I felt the building shake with a BAM… 

 

“What was that?”

I could have sworn there weren’t any earthquakes anticipated for today. I pressed my ear against the wall, and there was the unmistakable sound of explosives. I got the feeling that the persistent noise seemed to be making its way towards me. 

 

Is an organization Humbaba made bad blood with coming to erase me? Or is it a rescue from my allies? No, there’s no reason they would go to that much effort for my sake. 

 

I silenced my breathing to listen to the noise, and heard the tapa-tapa of a group of people running around overlapping with the sounds of destruction from super-alloy swords and beam guns. This was the sound of Humbaba’s weapons!

After about ten minutes passed, the sounds came right up to the room I was in, and stopped.

 

I moved away from the wall, and retreated to the interior of the room. Were they intending to use explosives?

From the other side of the wall I heard the clanging of something being put together, before an ear-piercing sound of metal being torn apart began. 

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

The tip of a drill-like machine suddenly burst out to my side, and in an instant the wall was cut like a cyclone ran through it. Without a moment’s delay, the drill was pulled out and the wall was kicked in from the outside.

 

“You are Hiroto No.1, no?”

An operative I’ve seen countless times within Humbaba, the Aproned Captain Mustache, stood before me in full armored glory. 

Footnotes

思考洗浄 lit. thought washing. Remember this word from chapter 1? This is why I decided to translate it like this, because Hiroto sees it as additive ドンピキ lit. drawing away from someone because of their speech or actions. My attempt at a localization. Other attempts: Swipe left, no thank you, Stay back.