“Yeah. Good point,” you mused, giving Tamaki a half smile as you continued to speak into the receiver, “I’ll see what we can do tomorrow.”
You hung up the phone, then looked at Tamaki who seemed to be deep in thought, his head down but a concentrated look on his face.
“What’s on your mind?” you asked him, giving him a small nudge with your shoulder as you walked beside him.
“I’m going to storm the headquarters again and demand to taken to the ‘most holy place’. If he sees me, he will recognize me and skite about his ‘win’.”
“Mmmm, yeah I can see him doing that. He’ll most probably mention something about how you thought you had beaten him but he’s immortal blah blah blah,” you rolled your eyes sarcastically and tapped your fingers to your thumb to indicate someone who blabbered on.
Tamaki remained quiet. He knew you were correct and it’s exactly what he was hoping for.
“Maybe I should pretend to let them capture me… that would make him talk more if he thinks he has well and truly won.”
“Oh, that’s perfect!” you exclaimed, “yes! You need to do that! But be careful…”
“I’ll always be carful because I need to return to you. I’ll always return to your side,” he said earnestly, looking at you from under his fringe.
If anyone else had said such a line it would have come across as cheesy but it was the raw honesty and purity in his voice that sold the line and you melted.
“I trust you with my whole heart, Jiki, I believe in you and I know you’re gonna bring Anarchy to his knees and see him behind bars because that’s what a hero does! Let’s go save millions of people who have been wronged!”
Tamaki brightened for a second, then shrunk down and turned to the wall that you two were walking alongside, doing his usual ‘forehead to hard object’ routine.
“Baby?” you quizzed with surprise, “what’s wrong? Why are you suddenly shy?”
“What if it ends up on the news and they put my picture up and everyone wants to talk to me?”
“Uhhh… well… let’s cross that bridge when we come to it, ok? Let’s just focus on the immediate job at hand and deal with that later,” you said encouragingly, “are you going to go after him tonight or tomorrow?” Your quick change of subjects diverting his attention away from potential stress.
“Tomorrow,” he said softly, allowing you to pull him off the wall.
“Ok. Good. I’ll tinker a little more with the recording device tonight then and it should be ready to go by tomorrow!”
…………………………….
The following day, you had just arrived home from school, ready to dive and meet Butterfli3 in game, when you got a call from the police.
“Hello, Y/N, we are going to pay Mr Swan a visit soon, have you managed to get a confession?” the officer asked.
“Not yet,” you replied, “we’re about to dive in game and confront him. Would you mind holding off for a little bit?”
“We can surround his premises and place microphones near his windows to catch anything that he might say?” the policeman said, hoping to be helpful.
“That might be a good idea. I don’t know if he is actually linked up to the nervegear and is diving in game or if he is sitting at the computer, accessing the game a different way? I think the latter is more plausible though so you might even catch him confessing without the need of a recording device from us. My fiancĂ©, hero: Suneater, is confronting him today so standby.”
“That’s good timing. We’ll head out to the house now and set up in the hopes of catching the meeting between Suneater and Mr Swan,” the police said with affirmation, “thank you, Y/N, here’s hoping this works.”
“Fingers crossed,” you said then hung up the phone, “fingers, toes, eyes and nose crossed,” you thought as you put your phone down then picked up the nervegear headset and placed it on your head and lay down on the bed.
“Ok… link start!”
Into the game you went and you woke on the lounge beside Butterfli3, who was awake in game and cleaning his weapons.
“All prepared and ready?” you asked him.
“Yes,” he replied with a nod, “I’m confident that he will be there and that I’ll get to talk to him.”
“Are you going in today?” Praetorian asked, walking into the lounge from another room.
“Yes,” Butterfli3 nodded, “if you are available I could use some help?”
“Of course,” Praetorian replied.
Just then Delilah walked out of the same room, adjusting her bakers apron straps, her hair sitting a little out of place as she brushed her fingers through it to make it not look too messy.
“Oh… it’s today is it?” she asked casually, trying not to look too obvious.
“Mmmhmm, I know what those two were doing in there,” you thought with a little giggle to yourself before replying her.
“Yep. Our boys are on it.”
Praetorian turned and gave you a big smile and you nodded at him.
“Go and kick some ass out there, but please don’t break my device! I spent ages making it!”
“I will keep it safe,” Butterfli3 said, putting it safely into his inventory.
You gave him a kiss goodbye and Praetorian did the same for Delilah and you squealed internally at them having made such steps in their relationship.
Like little housewives you both stood on the doorstep and waved them off, watching as they made their way across the rope bridge and off down the other side out of view.
“So you and Praetorian, huh?” you teased Delilah lightly.
“Shut up,” she giggled, pushing your shoulder, “Prae is so hot oh my god!”
“You two are so cute together,” you said with a barely concealed grin, “have you met in real life yet?”
“No but we chat on discord and I’ve seen her picture, she’s fucking amazing!”
“Nawww that’s so cute,” you said again, “well… if nothing else BB bought you two together, through us…”
“Yeah… that’s the only thing I can say is a positive. I hope they get disbanded, I’m manifesting it right now so Butterfli3 and Prae better make it work, goddamn it.”
“They will. I know my fiancĂ©. He’ll see it though,” you said confidently.
“Are you guys together in real life?” she suddenly asked.
“Yeah, like, legit we’re engaged.”
“Oh shit! Really? That’s awesome,” she said brightly, “congrats I guess, even though I’m late.”
“Thanks,” you chuckled, following her back inside the house, “you’ve really loosened up since being in BB? You were pretty reserved before.”
“Yeah. I feel so much better not being contracted what the hell was I thinking! I should never have gotten involved…”
“Yeah but that’s the thing. You think you’re fine until you get out of it and look back and that’s when you’re like… oh… yeah ok, I wasn’t fine at all…”
“That’s true,” she said with a shrug.