Web of light. Part 1. part 28

"...So, let's check if I understood correctly," the handyman spirit rubbed his forehead, "You and I have been friends since high school, but your parents were against a society like me. At the same time, I kept forgetting about you, saying nasty things, doing idiotic things... Uh, "brave male acts" and each time he declared himself either a spider-man, a samurai from an ancient family, or an alien earthworm?!"

"Yeah! It was cool! And you..."

"Stop! Don't go any further, I've already figured it all out. Okay, let's say. You were bored at home, and you ran away on your birthday..."

"I left a note! In the fridge! They'll definitely read it — daddy has to try to find out who ate all the food!"

"You give me a headache."

"Yeah, you've told me that a lot before! Are you remembering already?"

"No!!! And I'm not going to! Understand, I have a new life now, I'm done with the old one... Why are you nodding? Oh, did I say that all the time?! KSO! Okay, I'm calm... I'm calm... Are you sure you're not going to leave me alone?"

"Nope! And anyway, I successfully caught you on the embankment, otherwise I don't have any money at all. I even had to steal some change from one of the guys for the ticket. Daddy didn't give me any pocket money at all..."

"Should I take you to your father?"

"But why? I'll only ruin his reputation further. "I have to marry an adult daughter to a respectable man... but I won't be able to look any respectable person in the eye after they've talked to you for ten minutes." But if you have nowhere to take me, I can sleep in a box on the embankment, like you and I used to do at home. I proved to you then that I can be a "real man, not a slob"!

Patchi groaned naturally. Oh, kami! Without magic, it was difficult for him to understand people's emotions, so he risked taking off his "branded" glasses from Amakawa for just a couple of seconds to look into the girl's eyes and make sure that she was crystal sincere. Octopus really wanted to take the lady to a mental hospital, but after a concise retelling of the events of her life over the past ten years, he cornyly felt sorry for a pretty good girl. Yes, it's weird. Yes, her slightly un-Japanese appearance literally blocked her from communicating with her peers in the not very prosperous neighborhood where their families lived (her and Patchi's predecessor). Actually, Hikari himself was almost the only one who communicated with the girl. There were, however, some other "daddy's brothers," but for the past few years, the father, who practically ordered his daughter to stay at home as if under arrest (and Haruhi, for all her wild nature, was an obedient girl), did not let anyone else go home. I didn't want to repeat what ridiculous and often dangerous "trials" the former Goto, who was also pretty crazy, put his eternal "tail" through. Without a profession, only with a school education (her father rightly did not let her out into the "big world"), without money... What good could have happened to her? After making sure that her only relative would not be looking for the girl — on the contrary, such a development would finally remove the long-standing "curse" from his neck, the octopus rose from his chair with a sigh, paid the bartender and led this misunderstanding in the form of a girl to the dorm: fortunately, he now had his own room. Perhaps I should talk to Amakawa-dono or Kuzaki-dono? Yes, that's what he'll do. And now we need to get to the hostel without losses.

And who are you now? asked the girl pacing next to Pachi, looking into his face and counting off her fingers. You were an alien from a distant galaxy, you were an immigrant from the past, you were a mysterious emigrant from Europe, you even seemed to be a zombie into a human being, then you couldn't bite through the back of my head, even though we both tried.

"Yokai," New Hikari said tiredly, not even trying to hide anything. What for? The truth is pale and unsightly compared to the wondrous grass in his counterpart's head.

"Wow! Probably some kind of powerful spirit like yokai the fox?"

"I'm an octopus!" Pachi was offended.

"Well, well, don't worry so much. Eight is almost nine, isn't it?"

"..."

"Ah-ah-ah! People, look!" Pachi found himself a girlfriend!!! And even a beautiful one! Pachi-ku-u-un! What about your wonderful tentacles, with which you can do almost anything? Is she really better?!"

Pachi led Haruhi, who was listening to the screams behind her, into the room with curiosity, but completely calmly, and without looking at her, he stretched out his other hand behind her back: after all, partial transformation is very easy for his kind. There was a juicy wet slap and fuck's behind his back in three voices — in the morning it will be fun to see how the nakama jerks explain the presence of round bruises in the shape of an octopus sucker in the center of his forehead!

Interlude 21. Management company A-KO Group. Rinko Kuzaki, Executive Director of OV Management.

The office of the OV, the Mutual Assistance Unit, turned out to be a fairly large semicircular metal hangar, which was rented for a ridiculous amount — another redevelopment of the warehouse area clamped the driveway so that every turn of a truck or a long truck risked turning into a multi-hour extraction of the latter almost on their hands. In general, after the third day and a half of downtime, the owner of the warehouse and the territory urgently unloaded the remaining goods and was very happy that the tenant was found at all. Although he filed a complaint with the administration and regularly beat the doorsteps of officials. Yokai, having received a strong point, turned around with all their might: they bought a certain amount of office furniture, fenced off workplaces at one of the "walls" to work with documents (and the Amakawa tracking system, which was not advertised, of course), connected the Internet to them, but electricity, water and sewerage were already there. The second half of the warehouse was separated by a serious partition to the very top and sublet to a newly created Water Resource Concern. Why "Concern"? As Hiroe explained, the primary type of activity for which the main profit will go will not be water and underwater work, but the search and lifting of sunken cargo. The presence of as many as three yokai of the water element (counting Shizuka) hinted at the success of this event. There were only two difficulties, and if the first was to gain a reputation for fulfilling "ordinary" contracts so that their activities would not look "out of thin air," then the second, namely the ability to raise a substantial amount of money from the bottom at the same time, immediately after the first successful operation, would attract the close attention of more or less serious companies and businessmen. In order not to get problems, it is better to immediately lay down the equity principle and invite someone else's capital yourself, again after the first successful rise. Then the sheep will be safe, and the wolves will have to shake up investments to buy a serious special vessel, albeit with a very small displacement. Well, the officials in the city office and the tax office had a lot of fun with the "concern" during registration: with an authorized capital of one computer and two active employees, which only added speed and goodwill.

By the way, the legal entity initially wanted to be called the "Kappa Resource-Mining Concern", as Yu suggested, and even almost adopted the name when Shizuka asked what kind of Kappa it was. And she was offended! They say she has only one head, and if someone in Europe is smart enough to grow heads instead of tails, then she won't give a hand to such spirits. Except maybe from the foot, and right in the face! Any one to choose from. And the Concern remained nameless.

Rinko went inside the spacious room, through the open gate, and with pleasure unloaded a bulky package with a ceramic barrel... What's his name... ah, Rail Gun, and she put a bag next to it with a set of plastic prints for the ammunition supply system and butt elements. Since the girl with the thick-walled ceramic tube looked a little strange, Hiroe recommended that she tie the barrel together with the bokken. Of course, it was impossible to identify the details of the weapon in the set of the young plastic parts lover that Shizuka had brought the day before, as well as in the composite pipe (which, however, was an element for some kind of gas or water pipe with high pressure and high corrosion resistance), but... As Yuto said, strangely grasping and pinching his nose: "Congregation, my dear!"

In general, Kuzaki was somewhat annoyed that the planning of all actions in the commercial and social sphere took place, although with her participation, but as if by her. Shizuka was also "overboard", but she didn't seem to care at all: the role in providing "intelligence for the Amakawa group" that Yuto suddenly dumped on her made the previously calm and measured Mizuchi literally bury herself in the mountain of various materials that were dumped on her in portions at each new meeting by Hiroe and "Commander-in-Chief Amakawa." And the meetings, in turn, went on every second evening, and there was no end in sight. Actually, Rinko asked Yuto why they had to strain so hard, and in response she received an equally incomprehensible "because you shouldn't have been a jackass!" and a link to an article about time management.

It was very "on time"! Taking into account the fact that Rinko has inter-district and then city competitions on his nose, the number of training sessions has increased to 3-4 per week. Fortunately, having won classes in the sports section last academic year, Rinko has improved considerably in the level of mastery of a sports sword. The coach was simply amazing — a girl who started "late" (ten years old, and professionals start at five!) She showed the makings, if not of an international star, then certainly of an athlete at the national level. And he began brainwashing her in every possible way so that she "would never give up training." She wasn't going to. Kendo is interesting! A whole world of fencing schools of its own, unknown and incomprehensible to the uninitiated. Own ratings, rivals for many years to come, and friends with whom you can talk in "your own language."

No, her life right now couldn't be called boring, rather, on the contrary, but it was so nice to find friends and girlfriends outside the school social circle... yes, and to unload my head from all these brainiac plans and works, some of which she "pulled". I wonder how Yuto and the others are coping with the rest, if she already dreams about these "instructions on the work of special forces" and "law enforcement service" at night? Rinko made a circle around the OV office, greeted the respectfully bowing yokai from the Kashi brigade ("Rinko-dono!" Nice to meet you, damn it!) and made sure that the gun barrel wouldn't accidentally get lost in the commotion. After looking at the stacks of "waste paper" that the spirits were unloading from the printing truck, she shrugged and went to look at the "office" garage on the other side of the hangar, remembering along the way how Hiroe explained to her why it was necessary to register the "patrol" in the first place...

...Hiroe Kaname, comfortably sitting on a chair, swinging her leg, aristocratically holding a thin-walled porcelain cup of tea by the handle, explained in detail the "social background" of the events they were preparing:

"Nothing comes out of the void, you know! damn," The girl put down her cup in annoyance and complained: "I said it again!"

Rinko tried not to show any amusement, but apparently it didn't work out — while communicating, the children pretty much adopted some of each other's habits, like Hiroe's moralizing tone when explaining or, at the first inconsistency in opinions, going after "primary sources" on the Internet from Yuto. Mizuchi, on the other hand, "shared" with the company her trademark "impenetrable" indifferent expression and a favorite saying that Hiroe had once blurted out in front of her mother and had been trying to get rid of ever since. So far, without success. In general, the "five bespectacled ones" at school were the number one local attraction, they were even specially shown to the new ones, scaring them with all sorts of deliberately stupid rumors. However, Taizo swore that he himself saw how they scared the new young elementary school teacher, whom the guy on duty that day had to take to the first lesson in an unfamiliar classroom (so that she would not wander through the corridors). They say they are walking in a harmonious group, they speak in such a way that half of the words are generally incomprehensible terms, and they flash their glasses synchronously. In general, I had to run for a cup of water for the teacher who started to stutter...

"..Every company, every organization, every association has its own story. And once this structure becomes known, this story will inevitably surface. According to our plan, the patrol's structure will become known only among "those who need it," but having incorporated into our political platform the principles of protecting the rights and freedoms of not only spirits, but also ordinary people, we cannot ignore the latter. What is unclear?

You said "political platform." What does politics have to do with it? Oh, you asked, friend! Wherever the interests of several people meet, politics appears. It's a quote, you know!* Damn, again! So, are we talking about the patrol, that it is designed to observe mutual observance of the rules, and at the same time we want to play one goal? Then, when we have to "step out of the shadows," we will definitely be asked why people's interests were not actually represented in any way. Or they'll ask some other stupid question, find something to dig into, in short. And they will demand the curtailment of illegal activities, including attributing terrorism to us on a particularly large scale. Rinko, don't turn pale! That's taken into account, and that's why we registered the patrol on Shinji as a Mutual Aid Unit. Firstly, we have legally registered a database where a huge number of people can go without arousing any particular suspicion from either the property owner or the police. Secondly, clauses on real mutual assistance were added to the squad's charter. Actually, according to the "legend", Hawk-Nosed decided to create a squad after looking at the lawlessness in the work and warehouse area. Well, there's no one to bring drunks home, there are constant fights, they sell drugs from under the floor and all that sort of stuff. So he decided to reduce tension in "his environment," and it is clear to the lowest bureaucrat that he will try to put together a larger workers' cooperative from several teams under this verbal tinsel. Moreover, he's "lucky Shinji"!"