"It's you… the bi-colored eyed kid!"
Nick Fury's expression shifted as soon as Kurogai stepped out from the orphanage. The scene before him was bizarre—unnerving, even.
From the blood-stained courtyard, it was obvious a fierce battle had taken place. Hydra's presence was confirmed by the uniforms of the fallen, yet the situation didn't align with the intel.
Kurogai stood calmly, unharmed, at the center of two neat rows of armed Hydra soldiers—as if they were guarding him.
The image was jarring. Completely out of sync with expectations.
"Kid, don't be nervous," Nick Fury said, cautiously stepping forward. "We're from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. We're not your enemy. You can trust us."
Despite his confusion, Fury's instincts told him to deescalate. Whatever happened here, this boy was central to it.
"Strategic Homeland… man, have you really never considered changing the name? S.H.I.E.L.D. sounds so much better," Kurogai muttered, rolling his eyes.
Fury blinked.
"..."
Even now, in a scene that looked ripped from a nightmare, this kid had jokes.
"Kid, what happened here?" Fury pressed, ignoring the comment. "Talk to me."
Kurogai met his gaze calmly.
"It's simple," he said. "Hydra came looking for trouble. I wiped them out."
"That's impossible!" Fury's pupils narrowed sharply. The boy had to be bluffing.
But the pieces started falling into place. Hydra soldiers filled the courtyard—dead. Yet Kurogai stood there, untouched, flanked by Hydra troops who weren't attacking but guarding him.
Then it hit him.
Mental control. He'd seen it before—mutants capable of twisting the minds of others into puppets. If this kid had that kind of power...
Fury swallowed. The implications were terrifying.
He remembered old files—powerful telepaths who could bend entire governments without firing a bullet. The kind of threat that didn't need armies—because they were the army.
His instincts screamed caution.
"You're a mutant… aren't you?"
Fury's tone was quieter now, edged with tension.
"Mutant?" Kurogai chuckled. "Who knows?"
He didn't confirm or deny.
That made it worse.
At that moment, Natasha stepped forward.
"Asta… do you remember me?" she said softly. "We're not here to hurt you. You can trust us."
Kurogai's lips curved into a faint smirk.
"Of course I remember you. Mrs. Steve, right? I missed you."
Natasha's brow twitched.
He was mocking her—and confirming, without a doubt, that he'd known her real identity from the start.
"I'm leaving now," Kurogai said. "If you think you can stop me, you're welcome to try."
With that, he turned and headed for the back door. The Hydra soldiers fell in behind him like a protective barrier, shields raised—not attacking, but clearly prepared to if necessary.
"Sir, should we stop him?" a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent asked urgently, waiting on Fury's order.
Fury stood frozen for a second, then barked:
"No. If we make a move, we might all end up dead. Let them go!"
The agent hesitated, startled—but obeyed.
What none of them realized was that Nick Fury was no longer in control of himself.
A faint red halo shimmered behind his irises. The unmistakable mark of Geass.
Kurogai had already taken precautions to ensure a clean exit. Fury's mind was now... compromised.
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A moment later, Kurogai vanished into the crowd outside the orphanage—blending into the city, his first chapter in this new world closing quietly.
Gone.
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"Where is he?!" Fury suddenly snapped, jerking as if waking from a dream. "Where's the kid?"
He looked around, disoriented. The agents stared at him in confusion.
"Sir… you told us to let him go," the same agent said hesitantly.
"I what?!" Fury's face paled. His hand went to his head. He hadn't given that order.
He'd been... controlled.
Realization sank in like a stone. That kid had gotten into his head. Without him noticing.
"This power... it's on a whole different level," Fury muttered, disturbed to his core.
That was when another shout rang out:
"Director! Look over there!"
Natasha and Fury turned.
At the orphanage's rear, the controlled Hydra soldiers—those who had formed Kurogai's guard—now stood silently.
Then, without hesitation, each soldier raised their pistol to their own temple.
One by one, they pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bodies collapsed in succession, falling into the bloodstained courtyard.
They had followed Kurogai's final order:
Protect him. Until death.
And now that their mission was complete… death was all that remained.
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