Chapter 27: Small Date
The hospital corridor was quiet, the kind of hush that settled into places where people waited and worried. Andrey and Lisa stood outside room 307 for a long mont, the door slightly ajar. Through the gap, they could see Marcus lying in the bed, tubes and monitors attached to him.
A nurse passed them with a gentle smile. "He’s stable. Resting. You can go in, but only for a mont."
They stepped inside. The room slled of antiseptic and the faint tallic tang of healing potions. Andrey stood at the foot of the bed, hands at his sides, looking at the man who had barked orders at them during the chaos, who had told them to run while he held the line. Lisa stood beside him, her earlier brightness dimd.
After a few minutes, Andrey gave a small nod toward the door. Lisa followed him out without a word.
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The afternoon sun was warm on their faces as they stepped out of the Association building, the glass doors sliding shut behind them.
Lisa pulled out her phone, glancing at the screen. The ti glowed back at her, and she tucked it away with a small, contented sigh.
"Andrey, what are we doing after this?"
Andrey adjusted his glasses, his usual efficient cadence returning. "We should head ho. Our business here is finished."
Lisa tilted her head, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. "Co on, we still have ti. How about we take a little walk? Just for a bit."
Andrey considered this for a mont, then nodded. "That would be fine. Where do you want to go?"
Lisa’s smile brightened. "I know a good place. Co on, follow ."
She started walking, her steps light, her skirt swaying gently with each stride. Andrey fell into step beside her, hands in his pockets, letting her lead.
They moved away from the main avenue, down a side street lined with old trees and small shops. The sounds of traffic faded, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the distant clink of dishes from a café sowhere. Lisa walked with the easy confidence of soone showing off a secret, occasionally glancing back to make sure he was still there.
They turned a corner, and the street opened up into a small plaza—a quiet pocket of the city tucked between buildings, unnoticed by the crowds. A fountain burbled in the center, its water catching the sunlight in little flashes. Benches sat under the shade of mature trees, and a few people sat scattered about, reading or chatting quietly.
Lisa stopped at the edge of the fountain, turning to face him with her hands clasped behind her back.
"Well? What do you think?"
Andrey looked around, taking it in—the calm, the shade, the way the light filtered through the leaves. It was peaceful. The kind of place you could easily walk past without ever noticing.
"It’s nice," he said simply. "How did you find this place?"
Lisa’s smile turned a little softer, a little more private. "I used to co here sotis. When I was still an intern, before all this." She gestured vaguely at the Association building they’d left behind. "It was a good place to think. To just... be."
Andrey nodded slowly. He understood that—the need for a place that was just yours, quiet, separate from everything else.
They stood there for a mont, the fountain murmuring beside them, the afternoon light warm on their shoulders. Lisa looked up at him, and there was sothing in her expression.
"You know," she said quietly, "when we were in there... when everything was falling apart... I kept thinking about places like this. Normal places. Peaceful places. I thought, if I get out of this, I’m going to appreciate them more."
Andrey looked at her, then at the plaza around them—the fountain, the trees, the ordinary people going about their ordinary days. He thought about the work, the way he’d asured everything in efficiency. The way he’d thought heroes were just distractions.
He’d been wrong. About a lot of things.
"I’m glad you brought
here," he said.
Lisa’s smile returned, softer now but no less bright. "Good."
She reached out and took his hand with a simple, natural gesture, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Andrey felt his heartbeat quicken.
It was such a small thing—just holding hands—but after everything that had happened in the apartnt, after the barrier and the rewards and the way she’d looked at him this morning... it felt different now.
He glanced down at their joined hands, then at Lisa. She was looking at the fountain, a soft smile on her face, seemingly unbothered by the contact. But the tips of her ears were pink.
In his mind, Andrey’s thoughts stumbled over themselves. ’Her hand is so small... and soft. This is just... this is just holding hands, But why is my heart beating so fast? I need to calm down. This is—’
He took a quiet breath, forcing his shoulders to relax.
Lisa’s fingers squeezed his gently.
She opened her mouth to say sothing—her lips parting, her gaze lifting to et his—
And then the world exploded.
A deafening CRACK split the air, followed by a shockwave that rattled the windows of the surrounding buildings. The fountain water burst upward in a geyser, spraying across the plaza. People scread.
Lisa yelped, her hand jerking in his. "What the—?!"
Andrey’s body moved before his mind caught up. He grabbed Lisa’s head, pushing her down behind a stone bench, his own body shielding hers. "Get down!"
A second blast followed—a concussive wave of purple-tinged energy that ripped through the plaza, sending benches and debris flying. A chunk of masonry slamd into the bench they were crouched behind, cracking the stone.
The civilians scattered, screaming, running for cover. A mother grabbed her child, ducking into a café doorway. An old man fell, scrambling backward, his face white with terror.
Andrey’s eyes locked onto the source.
In the center of the plaza, the air was splitting open. A rift—smaller than the one at the gate, but violent, unstable—tearing through reality like claws ripping fabric. Purple light pulsed from its edges, and from within, a shape was forcing its way through.
"It’s a gate," Andrey said, voice tight. "A small one, but it’s opening here."
Lisa’s transformation flared around her in a burst of mint-green light. The soft cream blouse and pastel skirt dissolved into sparkling particles, replaced in an instant by her Magical Girl outfit—the frilly mint dress, the white lace, the twintails tied with fresh ribbons, the star-tipped wand materializing in her grip. She straightened, wand raised, expression hardening from surprised girl to ready fighter.
"Monsters?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.
Andrey straightened beside her, his hands empty. He hadn’t brought his baton.
His jaw tightened.
He grabbed his tie, yanking it loose from his collar in one sharp motion. The silk fabric slid free, and he wrapped the ends around his right hand, testing the tension.
"It looks like monsters are coming through a gate that just opened nearby," he said, scanning the plaza, calculating angles, distances, escape routes. "We need to hold them here until civilians clear."
Lisa nodded, her wand glowing brighter. "Got it."
The rift pulsed again, widening. Through the torn space, they could see shapes moving—jagged, twisted forms with too many limbs, their outlines shimring with dark mana. Three, then five, then more.
The first creature forced its way through: a hound-like thing with molten cracks running along its body, smoke rising from its open jaws. It landed on the fountain’s edge, shattering stone, and its burning eyes fixed on the fleeing civilians.
Andrey stepped forward, positioning himself between the creature and the café where the mother and child had hidden.
"Lisa," he said, voice calm, focused. "First wave incoming. Stay behind . Support when I call it."
The creature lunged.
Andrey’s tied hand shot out to redirect. The silk wrapped around the creature’s foreleg for a split second before shredding, but that mont was enough to twist its trajectory. It crashed into a bench instead of the café window.
Lisa’s wand flared. "Mint Barrier!"
A shimring do snapped into place around the café entrance, sealing the civilians inside.
Andrey backed up, positioning himself beside her. His tie was gone now, shredded, useless. He was unard in a formal shirt and slacks, facing down monsters pouring out of a rift in the middle of a peaceful plaza.
Not ideal.
But he’d survived worse.
The system chid in his head, its voice losing its usual playfulness.
System: Anomalous gate detected! Small-scale breach—estimated threat: C-rank to B-rank. Ergency quest: Protect civilians and neutralize the breach until reinforcents arrive. Reward scaling based on performance and survival.
Andrey let out a breath. "Reinforcents. Good. We just need to hold."
The rift shuddered. More creatures were coming.
Lisa gripped her wand tighter, her mint dress fluttering in the mana-charged air. Beside her, Andrey rolled up his sleeves, preparing to fight with nothing but his hands and whatever the environnt could offer.
Andrey’s eyes tracked the creatures as they fanned out, looking for openings.
"Lisa," he said quietly. "We’re going to need to be creative."
She managed a tight smile. "When are we not?"
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