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Ryuuji and Hiromu

The bright side, if one could even hope to find such a quaint and ridiculous notion in this day and age, is that Messiah is so perpetually caught up in it's own suffering (bit pointless, really, as it truly brought that on itself) that it can't spare the motherboard to worry about why I'm acting oddly. Coupled with the fact that Messiah is completely ignorant of the passage of time without me, and not entirely capable of knowing when it's being lied to, I'm managing to keep myself from being deleted, re-written, re-wired, or any other of the vast number of ways Messiah could potentially make me not me anymore.

Which brings to mind its own train of thought, and as I wait in the construction site that I launched that first MetaVirus from, I wonder idly about the Gobusters and their delusion about my past.

I wonder if they're actually going to show up, just the two of them. I wonder if this was in fact a trap. I wonder why I trusted them, wonder whether I should load a MetaVirus into another one of these rusted pieces of machinery to be on the safe side.

No, not yet. But I do sit down in a suitably hidden area and tap away.

I'm still trying to figure out their names.

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"True." I cross my arms again and shake my head. "But perhaps another time. If he is in any kind of danger, while we just... stand here, waiting and hoping for the best..."

It's not like mon rouge is helpless. My main concern is danger at the hands of his own comrades and superiors. But obviously bleu would be more inclined to put the blame on my own constituents.

"And if we don't find him?" I glance towards the doorway, "we have no idea where he is. If we rush out to look for him, he could arrive and we won't be here."

I assess the situation. Enter, the most dangerous agent of Vaglass, is with me. He probably wouldn't unleash a Metalloid right before coming to see us. The worst Hiromu could have run into is a few Buglers, and if anything had happened to him back at the base, I would surely be hearing about it by now.

"You're here. If there are no Metalloids out there, then he should be safe."

I snarl, but it's ineffectual and I know it. He's right, of course, completely right.

"Then he should be safe." I agree. No, I hadn't initiated any attacks. Unless Messiah has another agent I don't know about, which is not likely.

"So we stay and wait?"

"If you want to. But if we leave, we're only going to have to come back."

I look down at my everything-proof spy watch, "I'll try him again in a couple of minutes. I think my Buddyroid might have held him up."

"Fine." Petulant. It's like the more time I spend around them, the more human I act. This needs to stop. Sooner, rather than later. If that means sitting still and waiting, I suppose I can manage it.

"What are they, anyway?" I ask offhandedly in a pointedly transparent attempt at distracting myself. "Your... Buddy-things. Where did they come from?"

"They were created at the Energy Management Center before Messiah arose. And after that ... they were assigned to us. They're our partners. We love them," I'm going to say it freely. It's true. "My Buddyroid - Gorisaki - he was worried about me when I stayed in Red Buster's room. Maybe he's keeping Red Buster busy."

That catches me off guard. I spin to face him with my hands on my hips and a glare that is not entirely intentional. "What do you mean, when you stayed in his room?"

...

I've given too much away. I just wanted to reassure him that Gorisaki was the most likely reason for Hiromu being late, but now I don't know how to get myself out of it, "I couldn't sleep, so I stayed with him. If I have nightmares I usually sleep with my Buddyroid, but he wasn't there."

It's a lie, but it's the same story I've told Gorisaki.

Annoyance is almost immediately replaced by pity again. I don't like pity so much. I think because I figure mon rouge feels pity for me, probably every time he looks at me. As if I'm deserving of that kind of gross emotion.

"Nightmares?"

Why am I even asking? Even I know it's rude.

"Excusez-moi." Apologizing too. They are certainly doing a number on me.

"It's fine," I murmur. I'm a little distracted with thoughts of Hiromu, which is probably why I find myself unconsciously petting Enter's forearm, "I don't remember what they were about, but I have them. So does Gorisaki."

I look down at his hand where it's touching me. As if he's not at all afraid of me. I know that's not actually true, he has at least as much fear of me as I do of him. Not a lot, but it's there all the same.

I have a feeling he would probably not be touching me there if he'd seen my arms beneath the sleeves like mon rouge.

"How does a machine have nightmares?"

I've thought about this often. The Buddyroids' programming allows them to have something closer to human emotion. The Commander's team is capable of creating a robot that can feel, but I don't believe that Messiah is. It simply can't comprehend the concept of something like sorrow or pity or love.

"I don't know. He says he does, but I'm not sure. I think he says it when he wants to be close to me."

"So you don't believe he actually has dreams, but that he's capable of wanting to relate to you?"

Strange. "Do they sleep?"

I don't, not really. I could, I suppose, but I must admit, I'd never tried.

I am considerably more irritable than I was when I left. First, I was stupid enough to follow Nick's directions (I didn't tell him where I was going, but he'd directed me to this area before, and I only remembered when I was walking past a circus of all things that *he* was the one who'd told me which way to go last time).

Second, I got jumped by Buglers. I took care of them easily enough, but now my stupid leg's hurting from where I fell badly, leaping in front of civilians.

This'll be good, though. I want to find out what they have to tell me.

I didn't realize I was so focused despite my conversation with bleu until I heard him coming. At least, I assume it's him.

I back away from bleu and turn to face the newcomer, but I don't call out to him. It might not be him, after all. I'm perfectly aware that the entire night might have been an elaborate trap.

Two figures stand in the shadows. I make my way towards them slowly, cursing my limp, then break into a grin when I'm close enough to ID them both.

I recognize him in about the same second I realize he's limping, and my cables snap out faster than my feet can move, picking him up gently about the waist. "Mon rouge, what happened?" Not doing a great job of proving to myself that I don't care and that I'm a danger to him and... whatever else I'm supposed to be proving to him with this clandestine meeting.

I bring my closer, but I manage to set him carefully down and retract my cables, clearing my throat and avoiding bleu's gaze. This is already going against our intent, and my own rashness is the problem.

Enter's cables grab me faster than I can react, making me yelp with surprise, though not fear. He puts me down with great gentleness.

I lean against a pile of boxes, grimacing. "I landed awkwardly," I admit reluctantly. "It's just wrenched. I'll be okay."

"Landed awkwardly," I repeat. I don't like the sound of that at all. "You were fighting?" I assume he wasn't fighting his own people. Probably some of 'mine', though I technically have no actual control over Buglers in general, and whatever Messiah sends them out to do is not usually any of my business, since they're generally not advanced enough to steal Enetron without me.

I nod. "There were civilians. It got a little messy." I give them both an apologetic smile. "Sorry I'm late."

"Hmm." I suppose I could muster up some pretend sympathy for the civilians if I had to, but nothing's immediately forthcoming, and besides, the more heartless he thinks I am, the better. I think. "Well, I'm glad you made it, anyway. We were... worried."

"Worried?" I repeat, amused as hell at the incongruity of them looking at me like they're my parents and I stayed out past curfew. I realise at the last minute that's probably a reaction that'll get me into trouble.

"I am less than inclined to trust that your superiors would not punish you if they discovered you sneaking out to fraternize with an enemy." I snap at him. Damn it, still not doing a great job of proving I don't care about him, though I'm fairly certain that ship has long since sailed.

I turn away from him, folding my arms over my chest to keep my cables from sneaking out of their own accord. "And now you're injured, and they'll surely wonder why." I glance at bleu, hoping he agrees with me on this point.

He is not a computer. Absolutely no way. Look at him, all worried and outraged and looking to Ryuuji for support. (Have they actually bonded?! Excellent.)

"I'll explain," I say, smiling. "You don't need to worry about me so much, though it's nice."

I nod in agreement with Enter. I'm actually surprised at how gentle he is with Hiromu. Hiromu doesn't like to be fussed over and probably won't let anyone look at his injuries, so I try to give him a quick once-over while he's distracted with Enter.

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