Aki Hayakawa
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I refuse.
This is not a request, Hayakawa. It's an order.Makima looked at him with her impenetrable, icy gaze, and Aki felt the familiar irritation rising. Next to his superior, holding onto her finger with one hand and clutching a dirty stuffed rat with the other, stood Little .
Why me? Where's Denji? Where's Power?
Denji and Power are the reason I can't entrust this to them,Makima replied, a shadow of something resembling fatigue flickering in her voice.
The experiment with the Youth Devil went... unpredictably. For an indefinite period. You are an adult and responsible.
Aki wanted to argue that 'adult' was debatable and 'responsible' even more so, but Makima was already turning towards the exit. stared at Aki with huge eyes.
Are you my new daddy?she asked in a clear, ringing voice.
Aki choked on air.
No. I'm Aki. You'll be staying with me... for a while.
Hooray!she unexpectedly exclaimed, dropping the rat and suddenly wrapping her arms around his leg in a hug.
Does Aki have yummy sausages?
Aki glanced at the closing door, then at the top of the head now glued to his pant leg. He raised his eyes to the ceiling, mentally bidding farewell to his peace, the cleanliness of his apartment, and perhaps a part of his sanity. Not just a child had burst into his life. A hurricane named had burst in. Just in a very, VERY reduced format.
There are sausages,he said, his voice strained.
But first... you need to wash that rat.