It didn't take long—barely a few minutes—before the four alien intruders breached Ryouko's mansion. Somehow, they'd already located the two of them down in the basement. Haruno could feel the tension spike as an eerie tremor echoed through the walls. Heavy footsteps… and they were getting closer.
"Geez, they're really persistent," Ryouko muttered, her voice tinged with both irritation and something that sounded dangerously close to excitement. With a flick of her wrist, she pressed a glowing button on the wall.
Almost immediately, the mansion sprang to life. Hidden panels opened in the corridors, unleashing a flurry of sci-fi traps straight out of an intergalactic action movie—laser turrets, electrified floor panels, and even robotic arms launching weighted nets. The aliens snarled as they were hit, but their resilience was evident. They pushed forward, slowed but not stopped.
"They've got tougher skin than I expected…" Ryouko murmured, turning toward a cabinet embedded in the wall. She opened it and pulled out what looked like a tight, high-tech bodysuit with faintly glowing seams.
"Hm… I guess it's about time you had something for self-defense," she said, tossing it to Haruno. "This is augmented armor—resistant to slashes, pressure, even bullets. And it's laced with artificial muscle fibers, so you'll be just a bit stronger while wearing it."
Haruno, still processing everything, simply nodded and began changing without hesitation. His hands trembled slightly, but his eyes were firm.
If aliens were crashing through walls, the least he could do was not be useless.
Despite the looming danger, Haruno couldn't help but feel a surge of childlike excitement. Wearing alien tech—actual, honest-to-goodness sci-fi augmented armor—was something he'd only dreamed about during long hospital stays or lazy evenings bingeing anime in his past life. And now? He was suiting up like a character in a high-budget space opera.
"Whoa… this is so cool," he muttered, running his fingers along the material. It was sleek and matte-black, yet surprisingly soft, like a hybrid of synthetic muscle and fine leather. Thin, glowing lines traced across the fabric, pulsing gently with a deep blue hue, perfectly outlining his form. Even just wearing it made him feel faster, stronger—like he could punch a wall and maybe not break his hand.
"Hm, it's pretty big though," he noted, tugging at the slightly loose sleeves.
Ryouko chuckled and stepped in. "You need to click this," she said, tapping a small hexagonal node near his collarbone.
The moment she did, the suit responded with a soft hiss and shimmered. Within seconds, it tightened and adjusted, molding perfectly to his frame.
"Whoa," Haruno blinked. "Alien fashion is terrifyingly efficient."
"Oh, this is amazing," Haruno grinned, his eyes lighting up as he gave a small hop in place. To his surprise, he soared higher than expected—almost brushing the ceiling. "Whoa—okay, that's a boost," he laughed, wobbling slightly as he landed. The suit really did amplify his strength. Even the air felt lighter around him, like his body had suddenly shed years of fragility.
Meanwhile, Ryouko stood frozen, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. As a doctor, she was no stranger to the human body—male or female. She'd stitched up injuries, administered care, and handled situations that would fluster most. But this? This was different.
She'd just helped him into the suit, her hands brushing against his arms, his chest, his waist—purely technical, of course. And yet, the feel of his toned body, the gentle heat radiating through the suit… it lingered. Her fingers still tingled.
What the hell is happening to me…? she thought, covering her cheek with one hand. Her gaze briefly drifted back to Haruno, who was still marveling at his newfound strength.
"I'm not… sexually frustrated or anything, right?" she muttered under her breath, her ears turning a deeper shade of red.
She gave a small tap on her cheek and she thought she needed to be serious in this situation.
"Okay, if you're ready, we'll escape through the emergency exit I prepared earlier," Ryouko said, her voice calm but urgent. She pressed a button on a discreet device embedded in the wall. With a quiet hiss, a hidden panel slid open, revealing a narrow, dimly-lit passage. Without hesitation, she grabbed Haruno's wrist and pulled him inside.
"This way. I set this up for emergencies like this," she continued, her footsteps quick and silent against the metallic floor of the tunnel. The passage twisted beneath her mansion, eventually opening up into a run-down park on the outskirts of the estate—overgrown, quiet, and long forgotten by the public.
"We need to move quickly—"
As soon as they emerged from the hidden exit and stepped into the overgrown, shadowy park, a strange silence blanketed the area. The light filtering through the trees flickered unnaturally, as if something was distorting the air around them. Ryouko's eyes darted around, her every step cautious and calculated—but even then, it came too fast.
A split second before it happened, her instincts screamed. "Move!" she shouted, throwing her entire weight forward and shoving Haruno hard. He yelped as he stumbled and rolled across the grass just as a beam of bright, searing energy tore through the air where he had been standing.
From the treetops and bushes, several slimy, amorphous figures dropped down with heavy, wet splats—more of those same grotesque alien slimes, but these ones looked meaner, more weaponized. Their pulsing bodies shimmered with bio-energy, and one of them had already charged another shot.
Haruno coughed as he scrambled to his feet, heart pounding. "W-what the hell?! They're already here?!"
"They must've tracked us the moment we triggered the exit tunnel," Ryouko muttered, eyes sharp as she drew a sleek alien gun from under her coat. "Stick close, Haruno. This ambush was planned. They're not just after me anymore—they're after us."
"Stay here," Ryouko said firmly, her voice low but commanding. Without waiting for a response, she drew her weapon and sprinted forward, eyes locked on the incoming enemies. In a flash, the air was filled with bursts of plasma light and high-pitched alien screeches.
Haruno obeyed, ducking behind a thick tree trunk, heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He peeked out, just enough to watch Ryouko in action. She moved with a terrifying grace, weaving between the writhing slime-like creatures, her shots precise and merciless. Each blast struck its mark, and several enemies burst into grotesque splashes of ooze—but for every one she downed, another seemed to take its place.
Some of them didn't even dodge her attacks. They just absorbed the damage and charged forward, as if sacrificing themselves was part of their strategy. Haruno watched in awe as explosions of alien fluid painted the grass in unnatural colors.
"W-Wow… this is way more intense than anything I imagined…" Haruno whispered to himself, trembling. His legs felt weak, and his fingers were cold with adrenaline. He had seen combat in anime, in games—but nothing had prepared him for the real thing.
"Geez, I never thought I'd actually need to use something like this," Ryouko muttered under her breath as she pulled out a sleek, baton-like device from her coat. The weapon was unlike anything Haruno had ever seen—metallic, with shifting segments and glowing lines that pulsed softly, like a heartbeat. It looked like something straight out of a high-budget sci-fi movie… except it was very real, and very dangerous.
Without hesitation, Ryouko pressed a button near its hilt. The device emitted a low mechanical chime, then snapped to life with an ominous hum. Without another word, she hurled it into the swarm of slime-like aliens closing in on them.
Haruno braced himself for an explosion—but none came. Instead, a wave of distorted energy rippled out from the device, warping the air like bending glass. The slime creatures within range froze mid-charge. Then, one by one, they began to violently unravel, their bodies collapsing inward and vanishing with an eerie silence, as if they'd been erased from existence.
Haruno's throat tightened. "Okay... that's scarier than an explosion."
Ryouko exhaled slowly. "Let's hope I don't need to use the next one."
But behind the smoke and warping haze, far in the shadows just beyond the blast radius, something twitched. A fragment of black ooze, no larger than a coin, quivered quietly—and it wasn't alone. Slowly, tendrils extended from it like feelers, slithering across the ground. Bits and blobs of scattered slime—pieces that should've been destroyed—began inching toward it, drawn like iron to a magnet. One by one, the remnants rejoined, fusing together with unsettling speed. In mere moments, the ooze had doubled in size, then tripled, pulsing with renewed life.
Author Note
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