Tachicomatic Matchmaking Service

A Ghost In The Shell Fic

by GreenEyedBastard

chapter 1

This takes place well before the events of the movies and the anime series.

None of the characters are mine although they are more than welcome to have a few beers in my humble abode.

This is a slash story! Nothing extravagant just yet (unless you count the reference to 20th century literature..). Rated M(almost...) just to be safe.

Everything herein (except for my evil little plot bunny) belongs to the God of my anime world, Masume Shirow.

This implies Batou's thoughtspeech.

Comments are welcome. Flames will be used to heat the plot bunny nursery.

"One—ugh!--more rep.." Batou grunted. He grimaced a bit and folded his big hands around the grips of the metal shelf. "'m going for a new personal record..."

"You can do it Mr. Batou," chirped the Tachicoma perched on the shelf over the heavy cyborg's chest. "I have all kinds of faith in you!"

He smirked then ever so slowly lifted the mini-tank off his chest. At the highest point in the lift, the tank squealed with delight and applauded, her sisters joining in a resounding cheer.

Batou stood up and shook his arms loosening his shoulders. He brushed his pale blond hair out of his face and bowed deeply down before his appreciative audience.

"Thank you. Thank you," he smiled accepting a towel from the tank as she hopped down from her perch on the weight bench.

The hanger's elevator doors chimed then opened revealing Togusa, the newest member of Section 9. The slim human forensics detective walked in with a cloth bag of books and games for the Tachicomae.

"Yay!" A pair of mini-tanks squealed and practically bounced over to meet him.

"Good afternoon uh ladies," Togusa greeted the tanks. Even after working with the unit for six months he was still trying to get used to the cheerful A.I.s.

Batou looked up at the young human as soon as he'd entered the bay. He chuckled as he watched Togusa pass a cribbage board to the gamer tank and a book on Shakespear's plays to the reader. The other tanks looked on practically drooling oil in anticipation of the shared information.

"Hey rookie," the cyborg laughed at the human's indignant expression. "You'd better not be spoiling these girls!"

The sounds of ceramic metallic bodies ricocheting off walls, rolling across the floor and claws chattering made Batou laugh out loud.

"Awww! No fair!" a Tachicoma whined. Another crossed her arms and pouted (earning a little grin from Togusa in the process). "He's not spoiling us. That's your job."

"I know that. I'm just teasing," Batou grinned relishing the sudden flush that had crept into Togusa's high cheekbones. Damn! I bet he doesn't even know he's doing that.

Batou's silver disk eyes were expressionless as he surreptitiously monitored Togusa's reactions. The natural human appeared to be a little flustered for some reason.

Naughty thought alert! A corner of Batou's mouth turned up as it occurred to him what was causing the human's discomfort.

Togusa glanced a little nervously up at the cyborg. His longish cinnamon hair fell loosely around his face and Batou found himself squelching the urge to brush it out of Togusa's eyes. Damn! I hardly know this kid and already I'm sorely tempted to lock him into my apartment and throw away the key...

The human looked down at the empty bag unaware that he'd been nervously tying it into a cloth origami knot.

Batou moved a little closer and leaned against the wall beside Togusa.

"So you're not here to see me are you?" he asked. "I'm crushed!" Batou heaved a dramatic sigh punctuated by draping a forearm across his silver eyes.

Togusa's strange golden eyes widened as he glanced up at the cyborg through the cinnamon ruff of his hair. Unconsciously he licked his lips.

Oh damn that looked good...

Batou took a step closer to the human forcing him to look up to meet his eyes.

This is going to be fun...

Meanwhile, several Tachi-eyeballs had swiveled in the general direction of the two humanoids.

"Ooo..." whispered one. "Mr. Togusa looks a little weird doesn't he?" The other members of the collection nodded in unison (the one with the cribbage board coyly hid behind it—as much as a tank can hide behind a square foot of acrylic board anyways).

"Do you think he's going to faint?" asked the reader. "He resembles one of the heroines from those 20th century romance novels. What were those called again? Bodice-rippers!" She whispered dramatically waving her book in one claw whilst fanning herself with the other, eyes rolling about in their orbits. Her sister Tachicomae gasped in amazement as they recalled the lexicon popular from that particular style of literature.

" But Mr. Togusa doesn't have 'heaving bosoms' ... "

A series of loud pops echoed across the room followed by a noise reminiscent of a large number of bowling balls colliding.

"Of course not. You should really pay more attention! Mr. Togusa isn't a girl even if he is a little on the androgynous side." The book tank muttered as she returned an eye to its orbit. "Eew!" She plucked the offending object out again and wiped it off on the tank standing nearest.

"True. You have to admit though, he's constructed quite nicely for a biped."

The human in question suddenly realized he was the new center of attention.

Eep! They've got a point though. No wonder he likes loose-fitting trousers. Heheh...

Next Chapter:

Can Cyborgs Swoon?

Authors mental ramblings placed on computer screen:

This is entirely too much fun! Poor little innocent Togusa...

I'll try to update again by the end of the week if not sooner. My plot bunnies are prolific little ss.