Adolescent Adam - Volume 3 - Chapter 3
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Adolescent Adam 3: Chapter 3 - Lonely Witch
That garden was always filled with bright sunlight and a gentle scent of grass.
The girl sitting at the white wood table and sipping at a teacup was FeTUS Witches Miss A. Her lovely blonde hair was fluttering in the wind.
It scattered a glittering light whenever the comb passed through it, so it seemed to be releasing a fairy's magic powder.
The only problem was how the refreshing breeze was drowned out by a sigh.
A tall woman in a maid uniform was combing the young lady's hair. The woman was probably at least one hundred ninety centimeters tall and she had the lung capacity to match.
’’Miss D, if anything is troubling you, then tell me instead of just sighing. It tickles.’’
’’Uuh~~. You'll actually listen~?’’
The maid spoke sweetly and clung to her. But at 1.5 times her height, she nearly crushed the girl.
’’The kids at school are so mean~. Just because I'm a liiiittle more developed than normal, they always make fun of my height~.’’
’’That is a sign of affection.’’
’’But calling me a Demon God is going too far. I have a maiden's heart, you know?’’
Just having the woman rub up against her caused the girl to shake so much she thought the chair would break.
She could not drink her tea like this, so she shrugged and reached for the candy on the table instead. She rolled the candy around in her puffed out cheek and spoke to Machina who was watching from the other side of the table.
’’What do you think, Miss E? Is there a problem with Miss D at school?’’
’’Negative. She has perfectly blended into her teaching job and her targets of observation have shown no signs of noticing she is a member of FeTUS. There is no problem.’’
’’I see. I was worried given how she looks, but there shouldn't be a problem as long as we can use her as a trump card.’’
’’What do mean 'how she looks'~~?’’ (Tremble tremble)
Miss A was helplessly shaken in her seat.
It did not look like the maid's complaining would end anytime soon, so Miss A dealt with her own hair by giving herself a symmetrical hairdo using scrunchies.
Machina ignored them and enjoyed her tea.
The tea party in the bright garden continued despite the noise.
’’A trump card you don't intend to use is meaningless.’’
Until a stray cat interrupted, that is.
A sharp voice seemed to slice through the air and tear that peaceful world to shreds. The blue sky, never-ending grassy plain, and floral-scented wind all vanished and the tea party was wrapped in darkness. Only the white wood table remained.
The three witches all turned toward the voice.
’’Mankind can no longer afford to hide its hand. We should abduct that boy immediately.’’
A woman stood there.
It was Miss C, aka Black Cat. Her hands were clasped behind her back and she stood tall like a pillar of steel, but she was an impulsive woman with sharp vertical slits for pupils.
’’Don't look so displeased. I can't enjoy my tea like this.’’
Miss A sighed and snapped her fingers.
The room's image of a peaceful plain returned. The maid began preparing another serving of tea, but Black Cat ignored the proffered cup.
’’Enough is enough, Miss A. When do you plan to hold the inquiry?’’
She approached the young lady, but the girl did not seem worried and held her mouth as she spoke, since she was not yet done sucking on her piece of candy.
’’When the time is right. Wait a while longer.’’
’’To hell with that! Maintaining the status quo might be convenient because you can ignore the discontent in our ranks, but while you're sitting around here, we have no idea what the Adam boy will do!’’
She struck the table in anger. The white wood easily broke, knocking the cups and tea snacks to the ground.
The girl shrugged in annoyance and bit into the candy in her mouth.
’’Have you already forgotten your previous failure?’’
The unhidden sharpness in the words pierced through Black Cat.
’’You must know the truth now. It is impossible for us to forcibly restrain the Adam boy named Fujita Mutsuki. It is impossible for any woman.’’
The steel woman grimaced as she recalled what had happened.
Two weeks before, Black Cat had defeated the boy's bodyguard, but she had failed to secure him himself. She had been aroused by his power - by Adam's power to rule all women - and she had been forced to flee.
The humiliation must have returned to her mind because she clenched her teeth.
’’And of course, we can't just use a man. If the other Serpent's Eye were to show up, the boy would fall into that woman's hands and we would lose all hope for the future.’’
Miss A calmly swept aside Black Cat's opinion and signaled to the maid.
When the maid touched the scattered pieces of the table and ceramic cups, they regenerated so perfectly that no seams could be seen. She prepared new tea in the same cups.
The young lady looked no older than six, but she was actually a witch who had lived for over six hundred years. She plainly showed off the dignity of her age as she faced Black Cat. The woman's shoulders trembled in anger, but she was forced into silence.
Somewhat aged wrinkles entered the girl's youthful face.
’’I understand your impatience, but now is the time to wait. With heaven, earth, and hell gathered, the world could be swallowed up by discord at any moment. And if an all-out war breaks out, we will hold the weakest position.’’
’’How long must we wait?’’
’’That is up to the boy.’’
The girl spoke quietly and calmly, leaving the woman with nothing to say. Machina and the maid were watching all the while, so an almost painful silence ruled the garden for a while.
’’What if we wait, but the boy makes the wrong decision?’’ Black Cat suppressed her intense emotions and spoke in a quiet voice. ’’If he makes a different choice, conflict will come to this world.’’
’’Then that will be the new chapter of human history.’’
’’I can't do it! All of human civilization hangs in the balance, so I can't leave it all up to a single boy! I refuse to just wait!’’
She held the ferocity of a starving lion and yet maintained an intelligent look in her eyes.
She was a born warrior.
She was willing to spill blood if it was to protect someone.
She would not hesitate to fight if it was for something important.
’’I trust in our power...the power of knowledge. Man became man by eating the Fruit of Knowledge and has built up our history until this very day.’’
She turned her back.
’’When awaiting an inquiry, you must remain on standby until a decision is made. I cannot permit you to do anything concerning that boy.’’
Miss A's sophisticated voice did not reach that back which carried a dignified will.
’’I know that. I will obey my orders and I will not make an attack.’’
She quietly added ’’I won't anyway’’ just before leaving.
Silence filled the garden. The maid's expression had stiffened and wrinkles covered the girl's brow. Machina was as expressionless as always and she had not even set down the tea she had been drinking.
’’What a troublesome girl. I doubt she will go on a rampage while being disciplined, though.’’
Miss A sounded tired and she faced the girl across the table from her. Machina immediately set down her cup and stood up.
’’This is in your hands. Don't neglect your observation duties.’’
Mutsuki, as well as the angel and demon that hung around him, currently attended Private Megutono Academy which was built on a hill a short way out of town.
Several buildings had been built on the large campus and it was constantly investing in the latest technology. A security system was active at night, so it was entirely deserted. The school did not even hire night guards anymore.
Anyone who could switch off the security system would have the entire place to themselves.
A single figure wearing the school's uniform stepped out of the clock tower looking down on the town from the center of the campus.
It was Machina. The school really was nothing more than a private school, but a FeTUS branch had been newly constructed below the hill for easy entrance when Fujita Mutsuki had enrolled. To camouflage herself as a normal student, she went to the trouble of leaving from a different entrance and returning through the main gate in the mornings, but with no one else around, she walked straight from the clock tower without hiding.
Her footsteps rang throughout the dark school as she walked to her usual building, her usual classroom, and her usual desk.
No, to the desk right next to it.
She peeked inside the desk. Fujita Mutsuki was a diligent student, so he did not leave many of his school supplies at school. She only found a pencil case and an English dictionary that was too bulky to carry around easily.
This was not what she was looking for, so Machina stood up.
She found what she was looking for on the shelves at the back of the classroom where people stored their bags during school.
A sports bag had been left in spot #12. That was the space for Fujita Mutsuki.
He had apparently forgotten to take it home after using it for the volleyball practice. Machina carried it over and dumped its contents out onto his desk.
She found a somewhat damp PE shirt and shorts, a track suit, and a student handbook.
The girl's expression remained unchanged, but her fingertips moved gently in satisfaction.
Golden lines danced out like strings of honey. They rode the wind like silk threads and they were absorbed by the surface of the handbook. The golden threads moved like living creatures to draw mysterious geometric patterns and ultimately stopped glittering all at once. They disappeared entirely.
That was a tiny Springloaded. She had not used any before because Jiyuuni Ange would complain, but it was meant to monitor Mutsuki and sound the alarm if necessary. As long as he carried the handbook with him, she would know immediately if any danger befell him.
The girl had completed her errand.
But she suddenly opened the handbook.
Despite being born with the power to rule all women, Fujita Mutsuki had apparently never interacted with girls much. Out of all the photos inside the handbook, only one was with a girl.
Only the one with Jiyuuni Ange.
The girl sighed expressionlessly.
She thought she felt a prickling in her chest, so she set down the handbook with a downcast look.
Something churned in her heart. ’’Impatience’’ was the closest description she could find and it was quite unpleasant. And then...
She felt a tickling in her stomach and she turned her legs inward until her knees touched.
She did not know why, but she could not seem to calm herself. She decided to place his things back in the bag and leave as soon as possible.
But when she folded up his clothes, a raw sweaty smell wafted from the damp fabric.
As soon as she noticed it, her heart began beating louder. Her heartbeat grew without end. It was almost painful.
The tickling in her stomach grew stronger with it.
Without realizing how improper it was, she brought the object in her hand to her nose.
It had been a hot day and he had worn the track suit over his clothes during their volleyball practice. His clothes had become quite sweaty and were still noticeably damp.