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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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"We can't accept you're malevolent because you can do something that Messiah hasn't programmed you with. It's not logical to conclude that Messiah controls you completely." Logical is a good word. Enter will understand that.

His remark about immunity makes me think. Hiromu and Youko and I are all immune to Metaviruses, as are the Buddyroids. Can you create immunity to it? I won't mention this now, because I don't want to excite Hiromu. I'll make some inquiries later.

I turn quickly to shoot a glare at bleu. This conversation is still not going at all the way we'd discussed, and it's beginning to occur to me that this might have been a set up after all, if not a trap. "I thought we were in agreement that forgetting about my plight, whatever it is, was in everyone's best interests? Fine." I can play their game.

"Obviously Messiah does not control the minutiae of my actions. I am programmed to make intelligent decisions on what to infect with MetaVirus, how to disguise myself and infiltrate various locales in the quest of Enetron. In giving me enough freedom to be an effective spy, hacker and thief, I have been giving enough freedom to make my own decisions about how best to spend my free time. But that does not mean I think that I will be excused if I am discovered in a compromising position, namely, planning or perpetrating any offense against Messiah." I sigh and run a hand through my hair. It's a very human gesture, but I think it helps. "It is not so much that Messiah has or has not programmed me to do or not to do something. It is more than in being infected and created by Messiah, Messiah always has a link directly to me that could be exploited if I were discovered. It is difficult for Messiah to send any kind of signal out of the subspace, that's the entire reason it was imprisoned there in the first place. But the Buglers and I, we are exempt from that clause, because we were created from it and sent out to do its bidding." Needing to breathe has never been such a nuisance as it is now. "Do you understand yet?"

I have to say or do something to pacify him. Otherwise, he may lose whatever semblance of trust we've developed, and then we won't be able to work together to protect Hiromu.

"Red Buster. Do you understand?" I move across to Enter's side, "... Enter can't come with us. He has to stay with Messiah." Hiromu won't like hearing this, but I'd rather deal with a grumpy Hiromu than a grumpy Enter. And I may just be beginning to form an idea.

"We're going around in circles," I say shortly. "I understand that needs to happen for now, but I'm not giving up."

I sigh. Need to give Enter something that'll show Ryuuji that I'm serious, too. A link between us. "And Enter? My name is Hiromu."

Well, that's that done. As a show of support for both, I add "... I'm Iwasaki Ryuuji." I find myself going to bow out of habit whenever I'm introduced to someone, but manage to catch myself mid-motion.

"I wish you would." I snarl. Mostly because I'm tired of thinking about it. Mostly because when I think about it, I think about how badly this could end for all of us. Except maybe the female. I think at this point she's the safest. I worry that they're going to include her, and I suspect she might be the most dangerous of the three of them.

This catches me off guard and I turn to stare at him, and then to turn my narrowed eyes at bleu. But obviously this was not in his agenda for the night either.

Still. I appreciate it. I shouldn't, but I do. "Hiromu." I repeat. "And Ryuuji."

I feel a bit exposed, suddenly. They're just now gracing me with the gift of their names, when they've known mine from the start.

"Yes," I say, feeling at last like I've done something *right* tonight. Ryuuji backed me up, even.

I don't like that the two of them are standing over there looking at me like that, but I'll take what I can get, and it makes me grin, a little. "You're stuck with us, Enter."

I'm not sure how I feel giving him our names. If this goes horribly wrong, as well it might, we could live to regret revealing our identities. But it's like removing a barrier of some kind. Enter could almost be a friend.

Almost. Too bad that neither he nor Hiromu is prepared to reach an agreement.

"Enter?" I echo, because we seem to have got no closer to establishing who or whwat he is.

I can see that this has not exactly turned out in my favor. "Well. If you refuse to see reason, I won't strain myself to compete with your fruitless optimism."

I take a step back, trying to distance myself from them both. I had planned this meeting with bleu, no, Ryuuji, to keep mon rouge safe, not to convince him to try harder to 'rescue' me. "So what now? Will you return to your... base, or whatever?"

"Probably," I say reluctantly. "But we'll see you again. Count on it."

"Hiromu." It's a lot more sincere now I can use the name, "if we really want to help Enter ... we should listen to him." I'm still working on the principle of trying to pacify Enter before Hiromu; but Enter, at least, will try to ensure Hiromu's safety. Any reckless action from Hiromu could be disastrous for us all.

"Thank you, bl-" Again the hesitation. I know their names, I will make a concerted effort to use them. "Ryuuji."

I turn to mon rouge. Name be damned. I won't admit it alive, to myself or to either of them, but I do already consider him as mine on some level. "Please. Return home. I shall do the same. The rest will fall into place."

I push myself up, and make my way over to stand opposite the two of them. I reach out very deliberately, slowly, to touch a shoulder of each. "As long as you two know I'm not letting this go, and Enter's not in immediate danger, that's fine."

I pause, wondering if this is it, if this is some key to something. "Enter? Do you not consider yourself worth saving?"

Of course Hiromu won't let this go. It's like he's fitted with an innate tracking system that points him in the direction of most immediate danger.

I'm not sure we should ask a question like that, but I squeeze Hiromu's hand all the same.

I'm still unhappy that he's limping. I'm unhappy about a lot of things. I am ready just about a second away from making a mad dash for my computer and loading myself into the subspace just to get away from them and their beliefs and their questions and especially that look they keep giving me, that look that looks exactly like I feel. Worry, and pity. Especially the pity. That I cannot abide.

"Of course not!" I shout at him, not even conscious of the fact that this is probably the last thing he wants to hear, this is probably the last thing that will make my point for me. "I am not one of your BuddyRoids. I am an agent of your greatest enemy, of course I am not worth saving."

I knew it, but my face falls anyway. Dammit.

"You're a person, and I care about you. *We* care about you." I swallow, because the words aren't coming. "I'll try and make you believe that you're worth it."

I won't say anything. I'm trying to be the neutral party here, and if Enter decides I'm not helping him, we could lose a lot of ground with him.

"Hiromu ..." I'm watching Enter cautiously. I don't think he's going to stand for much more.

His frown infuriated me. He's upset. He shouldn't be, not over something so stupid.

"Believe what you want." I growl. I take another few steps back, away from them. "If you'll excuse me. You should both be running along home."

I rub my forehead, pissed off and frustrated and *tired*, and not a little sore, too, though I'll deal with that. That problem's easy.

"You're probably right," I concede, and while I have no damn idea how to talk diplomatically to people, how to use fancy words and subtle phrases, I do have some idea about manners and acknowledging when people have tried. Even if Youko doesn't agree. "Thank you for coming here today."

It's not a tea party. But Hiromu's learning, he's at least trying not to be so blunt.

"We'll ... see you," I mumble. Maybe we'll see him. He'll probably hide from us after this.

Now they're both upset. Well, it's not my fault. They're the ones pushing a fruitless agenda. Ganging up on me. Typical. Why am I surprised?

But I don't want them to be angry with me. They showed great resolve in sharing their names with me.

I sweep past them to pick up my computer before I leave. I'm not stupid enough to leave that with them.

And I pause at the door. "Sleep well, both of you."

That startles a smile out of me, and I toss off a salute. "Good night," I say wistfully.

"Good night." I stand to attention next to Hiromu as a gesture of respect.

... I'm going to miss Enter, aren't I.

I smirk at them, but it's fairly affectionate, isn't it. I'm pretty sure they're going to sleep beside each other again, but I shoo away the fleeting feeling of jealousy. "Good night," I say softly before slipping out into the darkness in question.

Hell.

I move across and lean on Ryuuji, with an arm around his waist. I can pretend it's because my leg hurts.

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