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Had he still been unaware of the ADA’s origins he would have given up the boy to his Commander by the very order. Would have watched as the older man slaughtered him for being apart of such a scummy terrorist organization. Tecchou probably would have sneered at the boy had he even asked for help; simply watching as the blood drained from his sinful, ruthless body. A body that killed a mass amount of innocent people even if he looked 14. Kids were capable of a multitude of wrongs. But they were The Hunting Dogs after all- built to destroy the worst of the worst that not even the government could handle.
Though as his Commander came into Tecchou’s blurry view, sword drawn to wipe out the enemy, he slowly pulled the boy into his arms. A man sent on a mission to protect his homeland. Ready to slay the gnarly beast that sat atop the hill. Without a single thought of if the beast had been born there, if it was simply basking in rays of sunlight. Tecchou could see the boots marching closer on an ever steady trek of redemption. He didn’t want the child that had risked his own life (for him- what irony that was) to be taken so soon. Voices relayed their dissatisfaction towards his lack of action as he outstretched his arms. Even if his muscles screamed at him to rest (give up) he struggled onwards. Until the assurance of one less child dying was kept at his chest, a fierce wave of protection coursing through his body.
It was getting harder to see as splotches of black began staining his sight, as if there were droplets of ink being splattered daintily into his eyeballs. Footsteps soon became one with the silence as they reached their destination. Tecchou could feel his Commander’s presence just inches away from their bodies, could hear the annoyance in a mere sigh. Fuck there was no getting out of this. He could just picture all the possibilities of what his final moments alive would be; no doubt to be talked about as a disgrace to the other members for helping the enemy (being a traitor). An escape, he needed to escape or else Jounowasgonehe’llbealone .
The cool tip of the blade brushed under his chin pushing his head upwards. Fukuchi stared at him from the other end of his sword, an eyebrow quirked up. “Tecchou, this is quite a scene I managed to find you in. Why I believe you’re holding a terrorist in your arms but I think you already knew that. Tell me, what is the reason for keeping him alive?”
“If it weren’t for his ability, if it weren’t for him I would have been dead. Commander, this boy, Kenji, isn’t one of them. He’d rather protect the one that tries to kill him. A terrorist isn’t selfless nor openly compassionate, sir; I would have been dead the moment he laid his eyes upon me, another one of your subordinates MIA.”
Fukuchi’s eyes narrowed at the statement, Tecchou realizing he probably should have kept quiet with the given chance mere moments ago. Bit down on his tongue to keep those words from spewing out. What an idiot he was. Not only did Commander have the means to slice his head clean off now but he had the leverage and reasoning to go through with it. Jouno, please forgive me for what I’m doing.
Bone-seeping exhaustion began to ravage his body like vultures eating a carcass- his mind being dragged down with him. It was so terribly hard to keep his eyes open, as if it tugged on the nerves that controlled his muscles as well. Sedating them into a deep-rooted slumber.
For a moment he thought he was dying before his execution. That maybe Fukuchi had stabbed him without Tecchou knowing, the adrenaline still too high to register. Numbing his nerves. As his mind drifted he could barely make out the boy still in his arms before his eyes completely shut.