His Dark Queen - Sondam

Chapter 33: Sunsets

— Hiyoko POV —

Opening into the door and slamming it up, I leaned my back onto the wooden frame. Sliding down against it. My body was exhausted from all the running back and forth to different islands. Giving orders and commands out to everyone for work.

"Ah, Hiyoko, made it just in time." Nagito greeted me, his chair was pulled up to the bedside nearby Kazuichi. Holding onto a bowl and spoon, feeding it to the tied up mechanic. Like a baby who's started to wean.

"And what's this all about?" I asked, stepping closer to the strapped bed, peering over Nagito's shoulder to see the skinny-pale greasy face of Kazuichi.

"Not anything particular, only feeding our prisoner of war." Nagito joked, scooping up the chunky green-slime like soup into Kazuichi's mouth. Hearing the mechanic gag every time.

"Oh," I added, raising my arms into the air for a stretch, joints popping pushing against my back for a self-massage, "Well, everyone is working on those gates. Took forever to find others, couldn't find everyone though." I yawned and going to lean against the wall near the bed.

"How did it go?" Nagito asked, turning his chair over to face me. The soup dripping onto Kazuichi's jumper, Kazuichi's yells and cries being ignored.

"Pretty easy surprisingly." I shrugged, blowing loose hair strands away from my face, "The easiest being those muscle-heads. They went straight to work. They'll be of great use later." I smirked, rolling my eyes followed with a snicker.

"It seems you won in the battle of brains versus brawn." Nagito raised one eyebrow, leaning back into his olive-green chair, crossing his legs.

"Hey!" I yapped, "Just cause I have the brains, doesn't mean I lack the brawn!" I remarked, punching my fists into the air, making air swooping sounds.

"Whatever you say Hiyoko." Nagito chuckled, placing the soup onto the nightstand, a small green swampy puddle stuck onto Kazuichi, staining the bedsheets and his clothes, "Still, we'll definitely need those two later. Crowd-control." He thought to him, placing a finger over his chin and nodding.

"If need be. I do have ideas for them though." I puffed, flicking my wrists to the side in contemplation.

"Hey!" Kazuichi yelled, rocking his body making the bed creak and shake, "Not to interrupt your totally evil and inhumane plans here, but when can I get out?!" He complained, soup dripping to his face as he shook more, his wrists red from being tug by rope and cuffs for days.

"Shut it! You'll get out when I say you can!" I flung my finger to him, stomping over, motioning myself about to slap the ungrateful slob.

"Ah!" Kazuichi squealed, bending his elbows over himself to guard his soupy face.

"Real question here, but when can he?" Nagito interrupted, passively raising his hands up, waving them slowly, "He's starting to stink and I get tired of having to spoon-feed him soup. Not to mention cleaning up after him." He cringed his face and clenched his jaw. Nagito spent hours inside the musty cottage, cleaning, feeding, watching, talking to Kazuichi all day.

"Hmm," I rubbed my chin, flying my extended finger into the air with an idea "Soon! After everyone settles for a while. They're still in shock from earlier today. And our control needs to become more stable." I puffed out my chest, swinging my hands to my hips, humming a sweet tune.