A/N (16/7/09): Now a series of one-shots. I'm combining all the fortune series into this one. Sorry for those who prefer it to be a series of separate one-shots.

Dislaimer: I own nothing

Summary: Barricade should know better than to bet against the devil who smiled like an angel...

"You know they won't win," she said to him. "Your Decepticon friends I mean."

A deep rumble came from the car that was parked beside her, the decepticon insignia proudly displayed on its doors. "That remains to be seen."

Instead of being afraid, the Japanese merely smiled serenely. "Loyalty to a leader like Megatron…I can't really understand it." She received no reply from the irate mech. "Saa…there's no need to be so sullen, Barricade-kun. I know how it feels to dedicate yourself to a cause so thoroughly that it defines your very being."

"Your life doesn't concern me," the mech growled. "When I recover…."

"If," she cut him short. "If, Barricade-kun. Not when. Do you really think that these injuries of yours can really heal without treatment?" Blue eyes looked over to him with mirth. "Think again."

She had been the one to severe his transformation cog and also the one to disconnect many of his motor function and yet allowed him to live still.

Not being able to move was the only thing that stopped Barricade to offline himself from shame.

"I am a child compared to your race, but you have to remember, my dearest NBE," the innocent smile that graced her lips was a direct contrast to her poisonous words. "In human terms, I am ancient. I am old and as we get older, we also become wiser." The glint in her eyes intensified as she watched at the scene where Bonecrusher was offlined by Optimus' sword - the satellite imaging was too easy so easy to hack into that she didn't have to think twice about it. "And as many before me, this once-selfless priestess learned that sometimes…living for others is a waste of time."

Barricade couldn't help his dark laughter at that. "You, selfless? Please forgive me if I cannot imagine that."

She winked at him. "You're forgiven," the bubbly girl chirped. "Where was I? Oh yes, after I learned that particular lesson, I thought, hey, do I really want to live the rest of my life like this? Chained by others' expectations and demands without thinking of my own well-being?

"It took me some decades before I realized that no…it's not worth it," the girl did a little twirl when the large monitor showed the buildings in Mission City collapsing from the battle between the two factions. "So I learned to live for myself."

Her voice dropped into a dramatic hush. Behind her, Megatron ripped the Autobot Jazz into two. "That's when I came in contact with that God of yours that is trapped inside the forsaken Cube."

"The Allspark," Barricade supplied.

She waved his help away. "Whatever it is, I know whoever it belongs to will be coming and so I waited. Humans get boring after a while and the wars are repetitive." When she laughed, the energy field around her thrummed, the signals were not lost to him – not when the other origin he had felt it from was the very thing all Cybertronian had been looking for.

"So I waited and waited and I was rewarded," the raven haired girl giggled. "So many of you fell into this world and yet most of the time, you can't even recognize one of your own when you pass each other. Silly, silly mechs."

Realization dawned like light that shone through a thick cloud. "You have the AllSpark."

"A part of it, yes," the easy admission came as a surprise to him. "Only a little. But we are connected, them and I."

"Then why didn't you come forward? Why do all this roundabout way to bring us all down?" the mech demanded, furious at the idea that all Cybertronians had been her playthings to begin with.

The energy field around her intensified but her visage remained serene even when the Cube was shoved into Megatron's chest. Barricade flinched at the loss of his leader – not that he took this demise as a personal loss of a close one but rather because of the bet he lost by the villain's very death.

"Maa, maa, Barricade-kun," the blue eyes of his captor shone with unholy glee, not acknowledging his previous question at all. "I told you so."

His sensors scanned the humanoid femme beside him, feeling the AllSpark energy field expanded significantly before it receded. Now he knew that there was no way he could have won against her in the first place – that at least gave him a slight consolation in front of the fate that was about to befell him.

"So you did," he agreed. Although his spark protested with all its might, he knew that he was bound by honor to follow through their agreement. "What do we do now, Kagome-sama?"

The trill of laughter that washed over his audio sensors was grating. "It's Kagome or Kagome-chan, Barricade-kun. I want a guardian, not a slave."

But no matter what she said to make light of the situation, they both knew the cold hard truth.

He was hers, both in mind and body.

And he knew that before long, she would be going after his soul too.

Knowing this, Barricade cursed Megatron for dying but deep, deep inside, he kicked himself for agreeing to the bet in the first place.

A/N: Just a drabble, please don't comment on the lack of details. Let your imagination flesh it all out...or perhaps I will...in time.

Hm, a plot bunny. Does it inspire anyone to cross this particular series?