Omake Zone 01: リウインの運命 ("Riwin's Fate")

Riwin Koucha sat comfortably in the amply-cushioned leather seat. He retrieved a cigar from the gilded metal box upon his office desk, then reclined. He held the cigar in his mouth as he brought a gold-plated zippo lighter up to his mouth. The telltale metal cling of the lighter flipping open resounded in the office as he lit the cigar. Taking a few tentative puffs from the cigar, he put the lighter back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and folded his hands across his now-somewhat-larger midriff, resting them there with his fingers interlocking. He took another long puff of the cigar and closed his eyes, deep in thought. How long had it been now since we toppled our backstabbing enemies? Since I assumed this new and permanent cover identity? Riwin thought. Ten years? Fifteen? Did it even matter anymore? Riwin chuckled. We really showed them all. I wonder where everyone is now? I'll bet Shizune is back in Wutai. Valerick, maybe Icicle Inn? The Boss... Well, wherever she is, I'll bet she's doing just fine.... A sudden knock at the door brought Riwin out of his reverie. He reassumed his cover identity. Since he and the rest of exiled R0-414 successfully got their revenge on everyone over a decade ago, he'd never let his cover slip. Not once, not ever. He had no intention of letting it go now. No one could know the whereabouts of Riwin Koucha ever again. "What is it?" Riwin called from his desk, the cigar issuing smoke with every rough-spoken word. A man with a pompadour perm, wearing sunglasses and a finely-tailored white suit opened the door, bowed respectfully, then began to speak directly to Riwin. "It's time," the man said in a gentleman's voice, "there are three here tonight, and the blonde one is a real cutie. We are bringing them up as we speak, Don Corneo."

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