That One with the Best Match! 3

The refrigerator door swung open and Sento crept through the small opening. The fridge was merely a secret entrance for Sento's lab downstairs! No one would have guessed there was an entire laboratory underneath this unassuming coffeehouse!

The normal shelves where food or condiments would go were missing from inside the fridge, the bottom of it was made of steel, marked with black and yellow warning paint and you could just barely see the stairs that the metal floor turned into heading downwards in the back. 

He had a piece of toast hanging from his mouth and was completely taken with looking at his new bottle again as he stretched his back out.

Soichi looked over at the young man, completely unsurprised that the youth had popped out of his fridge, he then quickly ducked under the the counter and stools where the drinks were usually served and waited for Sento to pass by with a devious grin on his face.

Sento closed the door carefully behind him and turned around to walk through the coffee shop and head outside. His mind was occupied with the possible applications of the new bottle he had just acquired. 

"Buongiorno Sento!" The café owner popped up from where he was lying in wait and smiled big in Sento' face.

"Aaagghh!" Sento jumped and dropped the cheese covered toast out of his mouth. Luckily he was fast enough to catch it with his open hand, cheese side up.

"You scared me!" 

The look of shock slowly faded and then changed into excitement as he thrust the bottle in his other hand towards Soichi, offering it to him to take a look at it.

"This is last nights harvest, check it out!"

Soichi also smiled widely and swiped 'the harvest' away from Sento's hands, grasping it with both of his own while he started to examine it; the cool looking, round glasses sat low and hung off of his nose as he peered past the lenses and looked at the bottle directly, it was like he didn't need them.

"Bravo!"

He waved the bottle around and spoke towards the lab entrance in the back of the fridge in a sing-song voice. "My beautiful child! Thank you!"

Down in the lab, Misora rolled over in bed, as if she heard Soichi's singing and praising. As she did, her face was exposed. Sento had most certainly gotten his revenge by writing math equations all over her face, while not forgetting to give her nice clown lips in the color red!

Back upstairs, Soichi pulled Sento to sit beside him on one of the stools at the counter. He turned to him and asked in a serious tone. "Have you gotten any back?"

"Any what?" Sento replied, with a curious look.

"Memories!...The 27 years worth of memories you lost!" Soichi burst out while shaking his finger in Sento's confused face.

"Ah!" Sento leaned forward while thinking about the visions he had while sleeping last night. 

"Gas-masked scientists, human experiments, and a armored bat man."

He held up his hand as if he was thinking about what to say next and then dropped it and sighed.

Soichi looked disappointed and rolled his eyes. "So nothing new?....Come on, you became Build to search for that bat man, right?" Soichi rose from his stool while slapping Sento on the back and stepping past him.

"What am I supposed to do?" Sento raised an eyebrow while turning his head to follow Soichi. "Whenever I save someone, they never remember becoming a Smash." He followed up his statement by taking a large bite out of his toast.

Soichi turned back to walk towards him again and changed the subject. 

"By the way, one year of rent...wont pay for it self." 

With that, Soichi pulled a stack of bills that were stapled together out of his green apron and slapped the bundle down on the counter in front of Sento. "What rent!?" Sento started to flip through the bills as his eyes grew wide with shock!

"You charge me rent!?"

"Of course I do!" Soichi snorted out while pushing his little round glasses higher up the bridge of his nose. He sat back down beside Sento where he had been before and put his arm around his shoulder. "I'm not nice enough of a guy to put someone up for free...even if they do have Amnesia!"

Soichi grinned at Sento like a hungry wolf.

Sento looked offended as he asked. "Is that why you got me to work at the lab!?"

"Today's your first shift, right?" Soichi cocked his head sideways and raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you get going?"

Sento looked down at his watch, then his eyes grew wide once he noticed just how late he was! He sprang up off of his seat like a scared rabbit! 

"Oh no!...I'm going to be late!" He started to sprint to the door. Right before reaching it, Sento abruptly spun on one of his heels and turned back to look at Soichi with an extreamly cocky grin on his face.

"Ever found yourself in this situation before?" He started to dig through the pockets of his overcoat while strolling back up to Soichi. A custom cellphone like device was produced, Along with another one of those special bottles. this one was yellow colored. 

"Try this!

Sento held both items forward as if he was trying to sell them in an infomercial. 

Soichi chuckled and then teased Sento with a mocking look on his face.

"Hahaha...What does it do? Call in sick for you?"

Sento nodded his head in agreement looking serious and responded simply. 

"Exactly."

He pretended to dial a number on the device and spoke into it. "Hello?"

Sento dropped his hand from his ear back down to match the one holding the bottle again. 

He tilted his head, narrowed his eyes and paused for one second before changing his tone to a mocking one as well. "As if man!...It's my invention!" He then inserted the bottle into the smartphone like device. There was a small port on the top of the device where the bottle was designed to connect with it. A holographic like image of a golden lion roaring appeared for a moment on the connected devices. 

Sento then pressed an icon on the phone while tossing it into the middle of the café.

"Wheel change!" The device called out its function while something miraculous happened before both men's eyes!

As the bottle infused device spun through the air it grew in size, changing form dramatically as it went!

By the time it had touched down on the ground, the device had turned into a full size motorcycle!

It looked like a dirt bike, with the tail section resembling an enlarged version of the yellow bottle! The phone itself served as a console, imbedded into the headlight section over the handlebars!

"WHOAAA!" Soichi's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched the motorcycle appear! 

Sento smiled widely and looked over fondly at the red and black bike. His smile had a look of pride and excitement mixed into it. "Isn't it amazing!?" He rushed forward and started rubbing the bike lovingly. Soichi also moved his hand along the body of the bike, to make sure he wasn't seeing things!

"Isn't is Awesome!?"

"Aren't I a genius?!"

Sento reached out to press another icon on the smart screen that now served as the bike's console. It had the picture of a helmet on it. Once pressed, a bike helmet appeared on the bike as if it had been teleported, or trans-materialized into being!

Sento picked it up and plunked it onto his head. One of his legs was then thrown up over the seat of the bike and he was all fired up to get going! 

"Alright!" Sento exclaimed while sitting on his machine, preparing to turn it on.

"Onto the laboratory!"

Soichi leapt in front of Sento and put one hand on the bike, the other one on Sento's shoulder. "Not inside dumbass, this is a café!"

Several minutes later..

A red motorcycle flew like the wind down the road, its rider shifted up a gear with one of the mismatch colored chuck style sneakers he was wearing. A brown overcoat streamed and flapped behind him as he pulled the front end of the bike up into an impressive wheelie! 

While racing down the road he crossed over top of a manhole cover, making it vibrate and move a bit. Sento and his bike then disappeared from view rapidly. 

The cover slowly settled and stopped moving. 

RATTLE!

Rattle...rattle....rattle.

Down, directly beneath the manhole, a half naked man started moving, splashing his way through the blackish blue shadows again. He had been running through the ankle deep sewer earlier, constantly looking behind him, as if someone, or something was right on his heals.

Ragged and skinny, yet still somehow sturdy looking, the man had sweat running down his youthful, handsome face and toned body. There was a strong tinge of orange in his hair but it was hard to tell in that dark, dank tunnel he was travelling through. His hair was all slick and greasy looking, matted against his head with sweat and sewer grime. Blood covered him in many places as well to complete his miserable look.

He had stopped momentarily, the manhole cover up above rattling had startled him, he dove for cover and blended into the misty shadows until he thought the coast was clear again. The man took a few deep breaths as he was fairly winded from running at this point. 

He darted back out and started jogging in the direction he had been headed before. 

Eventually the tunnel ended. Once he had breached the light at the end of it, the shirtless man found himself near some sort of garbage and recycling depot; there was several blue dump trucks, not to mention several lockers full of donated clothing and bedding.

The young mans eyes grew wide when they landed on a white t shirt that looked like it was maybe his size! He was currently using one of the dump trucks for cover, sneaking alongside of it.

He decided to rush over to the locker, there was no time wasted pulling the old garment from the bag it was hanging out of. It did indeed fit him, despite being stained quite heavily, and torn in one or two spots, he wasted no time throwing it on. 

When it got close to his face his nose wrinkled for a moment...He realized that the previous owner had not cleaned it before parting ways with it.

'Eww gross...this thing stinks!...How could this get worse?' 

His vision disappeared for a moment as he pulled the shirt over his head, when it came back, he noticed some movement and ducked back to the truck for cover.

He poked his head out around the corner of the dump truck to sneak a peek at what he was dealing with for a second and to his horror noticed two of his pursuers! They were wearing light blue combat suits, and had advanced, armored helmets on. Including the beefy machine guns and other weapons they had on their persons, they were quite the intimidating duo!

The escapee kept his calm and slowly crept away from the two, he did not think he had alerted them yet and therefore was trying not to make a sound as he slid with his back against the side of the truck, slowly inching away from the threat. 

He made it half way around until he heard a voice above him that made his heart race!

"Fugitive located" A raspy metallic voice spoke into a com out loud. The young man looked up above him and had to duck back down and dodge immediately! A third armored man was swinging a large stun baton towards him from the roof of the truck! He moved and rolled out of the way just in time! 

Bang! 

Buzz!

The baton discharged electricity against the truck! Sparks flew everywhere, denting the side of the dump truck. 

This sneak attack of a blow had been meant for the young man's head; the kid's instincts and reflexes were good though, almost too good to be human. He was fast! As he got back to his feet the first two that he had tried to avoid were already upon him! One rolled up on a custom black dirt bike while his partner on foot lunged at their target! The dirt bike being ridden had smaller, wider wheels and street tires installed on them, to improve its capability in the street! 

The rider of this particular supermoto pulled out its own machine gun and pointed it threateningly at the man they were chasing after! The man in the t-shirt dodged the fist thrown at him easily and assumed a defensive stance, a boxer's stance.

The three armored assailants surrounded him and prepared to attack as a unit! 

"At least these ones aren't human...eat my fist!...Aaaaaarrrgghhh!"

With that final battle cry, the lone man pitched himself into combat against his attackers, fists rushing forward in anger and desperation!