Ok they'll be a few differences but please go with it, their bodies are the same as humans even though their not. Oh yeah and I'm calling them teenagers. Cause their all easily old enough to be ones O.O.
Disclaimer: I don't own Karakuridôji Ultimo, Stan Lee & Hiroyuki Takei refuse to give it to me.
I want your love and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
-Lady Gaga
The unforgiving morning sun crept across the carpet and glared into the sleeping brunettes eyes. His sweet blissful dreams of Sayama were torn from him as he shot up upon the burning sensation eating his eyes. Turns out eye lids are pretty useless.
"Uggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, no way it's morning all ready?."
Groggily the teen shifted out of bed, moving down the hallway at a snails pace. His daily routine began, a pitiful breakfast, a quick shower and then fumbling around with his school uniform. Silently cursing he gathered his things hurriedly before charging out of his apartment. His thoughts residing on how utterly lovely Sayama would look that morning.
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Up high upon a sky scraper sat the heroic yet small mechanical teen called Ultimo. As usual his sparkling orbs watched the world below in fascination and bliss. Spotting his hapless master the red head took a flying leap, super glopping the high school going teen to the floor, which was now a rather large creator.
"U-Ultimo!."
"Master Ulti missed you very much!." That said the porcelain teen hugged in tighter, not realising he was crushing important internal organs in the process. His happy thoughts only consisting of 'I want to stay with Yamato sama forever and ever!.' Since finding his one and only mater after nine centuries Ultimo was a tad more clingy then he had been before, only a little.
His fantasy broke as he was pushed away, his green eyes snapping open mirrored in great confusion.
"Ultimo I don't have time for you right now, I'll be late...AGAIN!." Yamato put great emphasis on the again part, no more would he be late because of Ultimo and the crazy band of charters connected with him. Besides, using the excuse helping to save the world simply didn't fly with his detention happy teacher or the rest of the student body for that matter.
'Master never has time for Ulti,' although he never voiced them Ultimo often felt great sadness at being cast aside for everything else. Things were easier back when Yamato was a bandit leader fighting against the nobles. At the very least he accepted the mechanical teen back then, unlike the present. Most times Yamato freaked out at simply seeing the red head, never mind accepting him. Shaking his silky bangs the scarlet doji smiled stunningly leaning forward, now was a good time to learn something new today.
Yamato got up dusting himself off and grimacing at the looks strangers were giving him, so he was standing in a creator with a boy in cosplay. Didn't people have better things to do then judge him?. Before he could make his great escape he felt a soft tug on his arm.
"Master, what is sex?."
Ok that got his full attention, spinning around Yamato faced the shorter teen, a blush staining his already strained features. He glanced around at passers by in hopes that someone would answer for him. He dismissed the thought quickly as he considered how incredibly awkward and bazaar it would be if someone actually did that.
"I-It's uh..." his brain simply shut down, "YOUR TO YOUNG TO KNOW!." 'your older than me!.'
Without waiting Yamato took off running, he did not have the time and defiantly did not have the nerve to explain it. He was still struggling with the whole master thing, his life had gotten a great deal harder since meeting Ultimo. Truthfully he didn't know how to feel about everything, but he knew some things were important and that he had to do whatever he could to keep normality running smoothly. Yamato never regretted saving the red head after meeting him and the battle with Vice. He did regret the whole kiss him to heal him thing though, he assumed he had the worst luck in the world. Why did Sayama have to walk in at that moment?, no matter how he tried to explain he knew she had her own opinion and he couldn't blame her. His own stupidity made him look like a giant pervert, in front of his crush no less.
'And with a guy to boot!,' he added mentally, true a Ultimo was a very beautiful perfect porcelain boy but a boy no less. 'Ultimo is pretty cute though, much cuter than most girls...' shaking his head in horror he gasped. Thinking such unclean things was not okay, he wasn't gay and besides he was in love with Sayama. Those kind of feelings don't just go away, even when an angelic red head is calling you master.
Slowing the brunette remembered words from a dream, or perhaps his past life, it was hard to distinguish. Not that the six teen year old was willing to believe in any of it, but some things felt all to familiar.
"Until I learn...please keep Ulti by your side Yamato-sama."
Stopping altogether Yamato sighed, 'having to teach you about sex is DEFIANTLY a deal breaker!.'
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Upon being abandoned Ultimo pondered what to do next. When Yamato couldn't play what was the next best thing?, following Vice around of course!. Yes the darker doll was barrels of fun, well in small portions. Vice was just a very unique individual, sure he was violent, crazy and selfish but good looking, very good looking.
Despite their huge differences Ultimo felt a strong connection with his opposite, no matter what they were made for each other. Of course to fight it out and settle the curiosity of a crazy old man but they were more human than that. They existed, they could feel, so it wasn't wrong for them to want something more from the world they fought over.
Honestly he wondered why his master seemed less than wiling to answer his question. He had heard humans talking about sex so he simply wished to have a better understanding of it. He was a kakaruri doji after all, one of his reasons for being was to learn everything he could from his human master. Another thought jumped into the perfect teens head "I wonder if Vice knows what it is," he wondered out loud. It couldn't hurt to ask him now could it?.
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Elsewhere across the city Vice felt a chill, it was a bad omen he was sure. And his bad omen was normally in the form of a short feminine read headed idiot.
STOMP STOMP. STOMP. STOMP.
Trudging back and forth the dark haired doji scowled viciously at noting in particular. At that moment in time everything was pissing him off, 'that stupid chair, that stupid window, that stupid wall, that stupid Ultimo!.' He froze, yet again his thoughts had wondered to his cute arch enemy. 'It's a killing thing,' he reasoned, it couldn't be anything else right?. No he simply wanted to kill Ultimo off for good and prove once and for all he was and will always be the best.
Vice wasn't sure what it was that irritated him so much, the red head was just so crazy annoying. 'The way he laughs and smiles and looks at me with his sparkly eyes, I should defiantly poke them out!.' His face scrunched up in a malicious grin, that sounded like a plan. If Ultimo was unhappy he would become very happy, very happy indeed. But was it enough?, Vice wanted to triumph the red head totally, 'but what would do that?.'
Now the darker doji faced a new dilemma, his thoughts barley ever evolved past Killing, maiming, stabbing and dismembering. So he struggled to think up a plan that did not evolve any of his favorite things. He knew Ultimo cared for others, his stupid human master most of all. But if he tried to hurt Yamato Agari Ultimo would become stronger and they'd simply tie again. He could just battle the red head but Vice knew that wouldn't do much good.
In frustration he flicked on the magical picture box, seating himself on the hideous sofa huffily. The back ground noise from the show drifted into to his ears, "We've been together forever, I've given you everything to make you happy, why can't you return it?."
'How stupid,' he mused, 'now...how do I make Ultimo suffer, like never before?.'
"IT'S AGONY," immediately his attention turned to the magic box. "Ever since I feel in love with you I've sacrificed everything, only to have you rip out my heart like it's meaningless!. How could you, you've used my body and mind for your own satisfaction and left me broken and hollow!." The woman collapsed to the floor in a fit of sobs.
Vice grinned, "broken and hollow, I like the sound of that!." Looking back to the box his smile twisted further as he pictured Ultimo on the floor sobbing uncontrollably. The surge that pulsed inside him settled it, "I'll make Ultimo fall in love with me then I'll break his heart!." Of course that would be easier said than done, firstly he loathed the red head and courting him would mean not harming him. Which to the darker doji was the end of the world. But there was no telling what he wouldn't do to destroy Ultimo, sometimes having no morals really paid off.
Unfortunately Vice knew to much about love, having to hear more about it than he ever wanted to. The masters he ended up with were lets say less pure than the ones Ultimo picked. But now that would all come in handy. Aim number one seduction, Vice knew he could pull it off if he was patient and used his head instead of his fists. 'If Ultimo is the perfection of innocence, then I'm perfect to taint that innocence.'
Now outside the dark doji stared bordly out at the world that rejected him countless times. His eyes like fire closed taking a deep breath, step one in his plan was to find his arch enemy. 'Not like finding hims hard,' he mused, 'where ever that idiot Yamato Agari is he will be.'
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Ultimo searched but found no trace of his opposite through out the vast buzzing city. Finally he gave up and flew slowly back to his masters apartment block. Eyeing the door worriedly the mechanical teen inwardly had a debate whether it was ok or not to enter.
'Would master get angry at Ulti?'
'Noooooooo besides master is busy right now'
'but...'
'no one else is here, master said to stay away from his school, he never said anything about his home today did he?.'
Ultimo briefly mused on how much his darker side sounded exactly like Vice, the darker doji had more effect on him than he realised.
Yamato Agari had ordered the red head to stay away from his school on numerous occasions, although Ultimo never wondered to far he had to stay out of his masters sight most of the time. Which in many respects was troublesome for the mechanical teen, but his masters house wasn't exactly off limits.
That debate settled the red head lifted off from the ground, gliding up to an open window, which no normal person could get to. Gently he slipped inside as silent as falling snow. Smiling to himself he made his way through the small living area that his beloved master called home.
It wasn't much to look at but it was still a home, more than the porcelain teen had ever had. Cracks littered the dull walls and dishes sat on the side yet to be cleaned. The red head paused and glanced at a photo of Yamato and his mother. Leaning in the mechanical teen run his hand smoothly across the glass, unconsciously around the out line of his master.
Finally the red head had settled in front of a strange but wonderful thing, it was called a T.V. He had already raided the fridge and was sitting comfotably on the floor with a tub of chocolate ice cream. Although times had changed Ultimo found himself liking this new world, it had many wonderful things like ice cream in it.
A loud knock at the door jolted him from his relaxed state. Fumbling around he hurriedly silenced the voices from the talking picture box and waited in the silence. Another knock made him reel backwards squeaking nervously, slowly he crawled across the carpet up to the door peeking out the key hole. Emerald eyes widened, since when did he knock to enter a place?.
Throwing open the door Ultimo looked up, "V-Vice!."
The darker doji flashed a confident smile, leaning casually against the door frame. "Hey, can I come in?." Not waiting for an answer he forced past the shorter teen, who was still having trouble speaking. Realising his mistake the red head chased after him blocking the way, "no Vice can't be in here!."
Leaning in the Vice smirked darkly, "why not?, Yamato Agari's not home, or dose he not know your here?."
Ultimo cast his eyes downward a slight blush staining his features. Shaking his head he glared upwards, "that's beside the point, get out Vice!."
The dark haired teens face remained amused, opting to start his master plan. He brushed a stray crimson red bang to the side. Feeling the shiver run through his rival pleased him greatly, pushing him onwards he let his breath sweep across the red heads ear. "I'd rather stay."
Snow white hands lifted and instantly shoved the tanned doji away. "W-What was that?."
"Nothing, I just want to..." 'kill you' "be with you." Vice grinned, trying his best to force his super happy smile.
Finally he half relaxed, smiling seductively at the red head almost gleefully as emerald eyes went wide. Wary of his companions next move the polrcelin teen took a tiny step back. Ultimo was at a loss, Vice rarely smiled and when he did it was either cause he'd done something bad or was planning to do something bad.
The smirk upon Vice's lips fell, more distance between them was defiantly not what he had wanted. Almost in a flash he appeared before the shorter doji mentally wincing as the smaller mechanical teen stumbled backwards surprised. Shock and fear glistened in the red heads eyes as he searched ones like fire.
Ultimo paled, not that it showed, his deep green eyes widened to an unnatural size. Pointing an accusing finger at the taller doji he shouted, "Vice has totally lost his mind!."
Vice's eyes narrowed gleefully, much like a cat cornering a mouse. That look alone was enough to terrify Ultimo, the red head couldn't quite place the emotion in them but he sensed that he was in was in a whole new type of danger. Panicked he bolted, running past his opposite as fast as lightning. He retreated to the one true safe place, his masters bedroom. Slamming the door shut he threw himself against it, catching his breath in his hands.
The taller mechanical teen made no move, he simply stared after his prey in amusement. 'As stupid as ever.' Honestly sometimes Ultimo really did act like a small child, Vice quite often thought it was embarrassing to watch the idiot disgrace doji perfection like that. Thanks to doctor Dunstan's comedic mind the red head may have been the ultimate fighting force for good, but was often as dim as ditch water.
Examining his nails bordly, he called out a little to loud, "well since there's no one here I should just destroy this pathetic place then."
The darker doji resisted the urge to laugh as his rival skidded through the hallway in horror. 'Wayyyyyyyyy to EASY!,' Vice mused, his smile resembling that of a cheshire cat. Taking a moment to look over the bane of his existence he smirked darkly. Ultimo the goodest karakuri doji in existence, his eyes were of the purest emerald, his hair shock fire red and his skin porcelain shaming even the whitest of snow falls.
'Too bad about his about his brain.'
"Ultimo…" Vice purred, his eyes still cat like. Without warning he pounced, it was perfect to, it would put any self respecting predator to shame. Grinning down at his prey the iron doji's gaze narrowed happily, the red head laid sprawled out staring up in shock. Regaining some of his senses Ulitmo tried to sit up but was immediately pushed down with minimal effort. Sometimes having a crazy strong rival really sucked, big time.
"V-Vice your heavy get off Ulti." Squirming, the red head pushed and shoved at the mechanical teen above him. His inner panic becoming more obviouis on his face.
Vice just continued to stare down as him smiling insanely, the porcelain teen found himself at a total loss, perhaps after all these years the dark doji had finally lost the plot one hundred percent. Ultimo figured he was never totally sane to begin with anyway.
"W-What are you doing?."
Vice pondered the question before squeezing the porcelain teens writs tighter, "pinning you to the floor, what's it look like to you?."
Confusion burning in his every fiber Ultimo stopped squirming and went still, his gaze meeting malicious amber eyes.
"Why?," he questioned simply.
"Cause I want to obviously!."
Sparkly green eyes stared up bordly, Vice really was a total bastard sometimes and damn proud of it to.
"Lots of people wish they could be in this position with me so I don't know what your whining about."
His mind being as innocent as that of a small child the porcelain teen tilted his head to the side, trying his up most best to work out what the words meant. "You mean...like the people you kill?."
Amber eyes rolled, his body screamed for him to simply beat the red head against the floor into a pool of blood. 'Blood mmm I really wanna see his blood, NO NO NO, FOCUS, SEDUCE NOT KILL!.' Smiling a sickly sweet smile Vice leaned in, their noses almost touching. "Don't tell me your master hasent done this with you." Seeing the total look of loss in emerald eyes the darker teen laughed. "Awww poor Ulti, even though you look at him like that your nothing more than a doll in his eyes!."
The doji of evil felt a shiver of excitment run down his spine as the machanical teen beneath him became solemn. 'So he dose think about it.' Honsetly the dark teen was surprised, who knew the red head idiot had deep thoughts?. Vice understood such thoughts all to well, after all he had been to darker places than his opposite, he simply didn't care what others thought of him. They were all inferior anyway, why care about things that you can break so easily?.
"Anyway, enough about him, it's all about us."
Taking advantage of the red heads current state of shock paralysis Vice slipped his hand under Ultimo's shirt teasingly. The shorter doji of good was just to easy to mess with, the darker teen held in a hysterical fit of laughter. His hated rival had the most priceless look on his face ever invented, a mix of a breakdown and a freak out of the highest comical proportions.
Inwardly the darker doji was jumping with joy, 'who knew one can have so much fun NOT killing people!.' With his next thought a cruel smile spread across his lips, he almost felt sorry for the trembling teen underneath him, almost.
Amber eyes flicked like a flame to the side, narrowing at the abandoned tub of ice cream on the floor. Grinning insanely he slowly looked back into green orbs. True Ultimo hadn't quite caught on but Vice just loved the confusion and fear in them, that and his own reflection mirrored back. He really was good looking, even with the whole insane evil thing going on.
For a moment he paused, enjoying the peace, it was after all rare a moment of no explosions between them. Shaking his ebony bangs he cleared his thoughts, now was not a time to be relaxed, now was a time to destroy a certain someone.
Slowly he dragged the red heads wrists together, using extra effort to not get knocked away by the once again hysterical teen beneath him. Now with one arm totally free Vice stretched over and took a spoonful of ice cream from it's container. He watched narrowed emerald orbs gather the information, trying to make sense of such actions.
Before Ultimo could do anymore he was presented with the icy dessert on the edge of his lips. Quickly the red head clamped his lips shut, screwing up his eyes and turning his head to the side. Whatever game Vice was playing was not one he'd willingly be a part of. A drop of the melting cream slipped onto his porcelain cheek making him jerk slightly at the sudden coldness.
"Whats the matter?, I thought you liked this stuff." Vice mocked, shrugging to mostly himself he shifted downwards in his sitting position. Grinning as he felt a shiver from the red head as his breath swept across exposed skin. "Still not gonna respond?, ok then, I'll help out."
As Ultimo went to re run Vice's words his heart skipped a beat, in fact his entire body stopped at that one moment in time. Emerald eyes snapped oped to confirm the warm wetness on his cheek. It was official, Vice the ultimate karakuri doji of evil, was licking him. Well the ice cream on his cheek to be more precise but still it was so un natural, so un Vice like.
Lifting up the dark machanical teen flashed a charming smile, "that tasted better than I thought," pausing he leaned down closer to Ultimo who had yet to move or breath. "Or maybe it was you I liked the taste of." Instantly he bit his lip painfully hard to stop the laugh that was dieing to burst out of him. Normally Vice would rather bite his own tongue off than spout such words, even although he considered it a bit beneath him the dark doji was enjoying every second of it.
Ultimo on the other hand had made a decision based on resent events, he didn't understand it at all. But somehow beating the living crap out of Vice seemed to be his best and most wanted next move. Turning to face the other doji directly the red head filled the room with a scarlet flash of light. Transforming his hands into his legendary move karakuri henge, crane sword. Instantly the sword shot upwards as Vice flew back, narrowly missing getting sliced once again by his opposites millennium cut technique.
Irked by such an act Vice steadied himself before preparing to attack. Just as he concentrated his will a thought occurred to him. This wasn't what he wanted, and would effectively ruin his plan. Fighting and hurting the other mechanical teen would simply end in the timeless deadlock the two always found themselves in. Taking a deep breath to calm himself Vice smiled, old habits were hard to break.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, for two reasons."
Ultimo huffed but remained silent, waiting for his opposite to continue.
"One, you'll destroy Yamato Agari's home, second your to weak to fight against me without a master."
Feeling drained the porcelain teens hands transformed back as he steadied himself against the wall. "I have a master!," he breathed steadily, ignoring the fact that Vice was right to a degree. At this current place and time it was Ultimo who was at a sever disadvantage and he was all to aware of it.
Ultimo raked his porcelain fingers through his brilliant crimson spikes nervously, letting air pass through his gritted teeth in a hiss. "Get out of here Vice!."
Taking confident steps forward the tanner teen grinned, "what and give up my alone time with you, I'll pass."
A breath of air passed soft lips as the red head lunged forward, his movements much slower than he had hoped. Easily Vice side stepped the attack, tripping the shorter doji in the process. As the red head fell forward he gasped as he was yanked backwards away from the floor. In a blur to fast for human eyes he was spun around and pulled into an embrace by his opposite.
After the immediate shock wore off Ultimo held his breath, the world would surely now end. Vice the karkuri doji of all evil was embarcing him. The porcelin teen was sure it was one of the harbours of the apocalypse, nothing else could be so ultimately wrong.
Tiredness over taking him Ultimo slumped slightly into the embrace. To tired to struggle and to knowledgeable to think he would stand a chance. Besides Vice had a pretty strong, iron like grip around both his arms and body, escape was looking more like wishful thinking to him now.
Firmly but gentle enough to show he intended no harm Vice leaned in. "You know...there's more to life than fighting Ultimo."
"How would Vice know?," the red head whispered tonelessly.
"I can't tell you but I can teach you." That said Vice shoved the shorter mechanical teen backwards landing with a soft thump onto the floor. Instantly jumping on top and forcing the red head to lie down completely. Eyeing the ice cream pot once more amber eyes lit up, it was mostly just a creamy liquid by now but that was trivial. Bringing the container to his lips Vice slowly drank some, still with some left over he smiled as he leaned down towards his struggling rival.
"STOP THIS, ULTI DOESN'T LIKE!, GET OFF VICE!, YAMA-" he was cut off as lips pressed against his. Not to light but not to forceful, Vice smirked into the kiss, he couldn't of picked a better time to act. Right before that cursed mans name was mentioned, 'after breaking Ultimo I'll defiantly kill him slowly and painfully.'
The softer teen doji however was having no thoughts what so ever, he was suffering from both a mental and physical shut down. He barley resigstered Vice coaxing his lips to open, not thinking clearly Ultimo put up no resistance. Smirking darkly Vice let the remaining melted ice cream spill into his opposites mouth. Pulling up more than satisfied with the kiss, he decided to stop. If he pushed to hard the red head might break to early and that was not in his super evil bastard plan.
Slowly Ultimo blinked, some of the ice cream still melting in his mouth. He tried to voice words but a soundless wisps of air was all he could manage. "Don't even try to tell me you didn't enjoy that," Vice grinned. "Oh and one more thing, just to make sure you can't pretend it was a dream."
"Wha-."
In a flash Vice lowered himself to the red heads neck , kissing and biting the exposed skin enough to leave his mark. "There that's much better!."
Unknowing his own feelings or reactions, a blush crept across Ultimo's snow white skin. Sitting bolt up right he growled, swatting away his enemies face that was to close for comfort. Wiping his lips hurriedly he glared up heatedly at his opposite.
"Well sadly it's time to take my leave, until next time." Quick as a flash Vice appeared behind the red head, knocking him out easily he lowered his hated enemy to the floor. Laughing out loud he kicked off from the ground, he decided to leave through a window that had not being broke in their little scuffle. Figuring it would match better if he broke it Vice smiled, it was a little gesture to Yamato Agari, who he was sure would apprieciate his efforts.
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A few hours later the brunette returned home, humphing himself heavily up the stairs to his apartment. Stopping dead Yamato's heart skipped a beat. His front door lay opened and his home resembled a war zone in action. Rushing in he threw his hands into his dark brown bangs, "Oh god we've being robbed!."
In the middle of his freak out his eyes landed upon a familiar figure. Ultimo laid sprawled out on the floor like a fallen angel, in front of the T.V. Colapsing to the floor Yamato shook the teen doji awake hysterically. "Ultimo!, ULTIMO WAKE UP!, ARE YOU OK?."
Emerald eyes opened and the mechanical teen shot upwards into a sitting position. Looking around his eyes filled with tears which threatened to fall at any moment.
"What the heck happened here Ultimo?."
Shaking his red bangs the teen clutched his shirt nervously. "T-There was the door and Ulti answered then..." looking up into his masters eyes Ultimo glanced downward at the empty tub of ice cream. "Then there w-was ice cream a-and it was cold and Utli didn't like it and said to stop but he didn't!."
Yamato's eyes widened then narrowed, he couldn't make much sense of his doji's words but something was very off. As his eyes swept over Ultimo's body they stopped at a mark on his neck. 'No way...is that a hickey!, did someone...attack Ulimto?.'
"Who?."
"Vice!, he was really weird!."
"...VICE, your saying Vice destroyed my home and gave you a hickey?."
'Why dose this seem mundane to me?, if it's totally crazy and could never happen it happens to me!.' Sighing aloud, the high schooler buried his head in his hands, massaging the headache that was getting increasing worse. Peeking out through his fingers the brunette saw large eyes staring back. Giving up he leaned forward, patting the red head comfortingly. "First things first, we've gotta clean this mess up or mom will K.I.L.L M.E."
Standing up, Yamato stretched, "I have no idea how to explain the broken windows though."
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"It was PERFECT, you shoulda seen his face!."
The karakuri doji known as jealousy, glared tiredly at his brother. Vice never made sense half the time but this obsession with Ultimo had taken a turn he would never had predicted. The older doji stood proudly, grinning insanely and strongly resembled an idiot, well in Jealousy's opinion anyway. At the very least Vice seemed to be very happy with himself.
"I envy you."
Vice's head snapped back, a feral hiss escaping his lips. "Your jealous of everything, must you be so fucking annoying ALL the TIME?."
The doji of envy remained expression less and simply watched his brothers wide array of rather human emotions. "I do not understand."
"Of course you don't," Vice spat his eyes narrow. "You rely solely upon what you are taught, I have desires that are all my own."
Aggravated the older doji turned away staring up at the darkening skyline. "Your nothing but a puppet."
An eerie smile swept across the long haired doji's lips. His eyes also scanning the skyline. Copying the same feral whisper he answered, "we are one in the same."
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"...Isn't Vice...like your brother?," Yamato questioned whilst examining a flat object the once resembled something he owned.
"Yes, Vice is Ulti's opposite."
"Right..." slowly the brunette turned, watching with mild surprise at how good a killing machine was at simple house hold cleaning. "Sooooo it's...incest then?." Getting a blank look from his doji he awkwardly scratched at his cheek as a blush crept across them. "I mean, your related by blood and have a weird, flirty thing going on?."
Titling his head to the side Ultimo stared up at his master. His perfect red bangs falling slightly to the side in the process, making him breath taking in every way possible. "Ulti dose not understand, but we are not human thus not technically related." Noting his masters brow crease in confusion he continued, "karakuri doji are incomplete robots, we are all the same yet very different. Your human labels do not apply to us doji."
Staring up at nothing in paticular Yamoto answered, "I guess thats true. A crazy old man made all of you as robots so your more like the same race rather than family." Pleased with his deduction the brunette smiled further when he got a nod from the shorter cleaner.
"Still, is that really all that much better?. I mean I never knew robots had real urges or feelings."
Emerald eyes dulled over as they fell, the porcelain teen dropped his head covering his eyes. "Just because were not human doesn't mean we do not think and feel for ourselves Yamato sama."
The brunette bit his lip, feeling uncomfortable at the tone and stance his doji was giving off. It was rare to hear and see Ultimo being serious and in the high schoolers experiences it was never a good thing. Before he could comment his phone sprung to life buzzing loudly, hurriedly he pulled it from his pocket. The porcelain doji caught his masters energy and happiness rise before he flipped it open and went hastily into the next room.
In the back of his mind, he thought that maybe, just maybe Vice's actions wernt totally evil. 'He didn't actually hurt or try to kill Ulti...' the red head reasoned as he watched his master pace back and forth in the next room, excitedly talking to Sayama. Slowly the mechanical teens gaze wondered out the window.
'At least Vice notices Ulti, besides...how could something so wrong feel so...right?.'
Well this this the end of the first chapter, I hope it worked. I know Ultimo seems a little more into Yamato at the moment but the great art of seduction takes time. How quickly I update will be based on the attention this story gets. So if you like the story so far give a review, every time you do Ultimo smiles!