Disclaimer: Medabots belongs to Kodansha. I am not affiliated with them in any way and do not take credit for the creation of any of the characters used in this story. I only own the plot for the fic its self.
Fighting Orthodox
By Netbug009
He never expected much out of his life.
After all, he was artificial. A creation, whose only purpose was to serve humans. He was even created to enjoy that. The desire to battle for somebody else was part of him. It was something he could never shake off if he wanted to.
But he still hated it. Every time he fought, every time he did a chore, a part of him hated it. He didn't want to be who he was. He didn't want to like the things he liked. He didn't want this desire he had.
So he tried to push it away. He tried everything he could to go against his own nature. He tried to become truly human, not something created by one.
It was like trying to resist watermelons though; it didn't work.
But he kept pretending. He kept trying to be his own medabot. Eventually, those imaginary emotions overtook him, and started to be who he truly was. It was strange when he realized that he was no longer the obedient little medabot he was supposed to be, even behind his mask.
At first, it drove him crazy, but he wouldn't put up another mask. No, not again. So when his new "master" came along, he stayed true to what he now was. Honestly, he didn't really mind either. This Ikki kid was a pain in the neck anyway. The first thing he had done was called him a piece of junk for crying out loud!
...Deep down it hurt. You don't get angry at someone if their insult doesn't bother you. The truth was, deep down, he really wondered if that was what he had made himself into with his rebellious attitude. Medabots weren't supposed to be this way. Did that make him junk?
But as he got to know his new master better, that feeling of being a failure began to fall away. The fake self esteem became real just like his personality had. It was all because he figured out that this kid didn't think he was junk either. Maybe that was enough reason to be his friend.
Maybe that was enough reason to not go back to artificial.
