Roll let out a sigh of frustration as she read another letter from one of her suitors. She really just wished they would leave her alone and quit trying to court her.

First there was Ice Man. Technically, she didn't have anything against the short robot. He was a dear friend of hers, just like the rest of the Light Numbers, but his split personality was something she couldn't get around. She wondered why Dr. light hadn't fixed that yet.

Then there was Oil Man. Roll grimaced at the thought of him. Just like Ice Man, Oil Man was a friend, but not by much. He was just so perverted! How Dr. Light could create such a disgusting robot was beyond her. All she knew was that she wouldn't be caught dead dating a guy like that.

Next was Magnet Man. The blonde robot girl really didn't like him. Not only was he one of Dr. Wily's creations and Shadow Man's second-in-command, but also he was very abrasive towards people. She couldn't imagine being with someone like that. Plus she had heard that he had a bad sense of direction, so if she did date him for whatever reason they would constantly get lost on their way to the date.

Lastly there was Star Man. Roll shuddered in disgust. Of her suitors, the narcissistic Wily Number was the worst. He was a persistent one who insisted that she should be his lover as only someone as beautiful as her was worthy of being with him. Roll shuddered in disgust once more.

Letting out a sigh, Roll just wanted this to end. Especially since she already had feelings for someone else.

"Oi, Dweeb! Get your ass out here so we can fight!"

A beaming smile appeared on Roll's face as she heard the rough voice from outside. Rushing to her window, she saw Forte waiting a few feet from the lab's front door, waiting for her brother. His faithful companion Gospel stood next to him.

Quickly destroying the letter she had read, she ran downstairs and out the door to meet up with Forte before her brother could. Once she exited the lab, Gospel came over to her, his tail wagging happily.

"It's nice to see you too, Gospel," she said with a giggle as she petted the wolf robot on the head.

Forte scowled at the display. "Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing, Creampuff?!"

The blonde merely rolled her eyes. "It's nice to see you too, Forte-kun."

"Don't get sarcastic with me, damn it! Now move out of the way so I can kick your brother's ass!"

"No you won't! It's been awhile since we last saw each other, so we're going to spend some together in the city," stated Roll with a pout as she strolled over and held onto his arm.

"The hell we are! I came here for a fight, not a date!"

"Please, Forte-kun? I just really need this to take my mind off these suitors that keep calling," pleaded Roll, making Forte tense up.

"Suitors? Who?" demanded the Special Wily Number with a hiss, not liking the sound of this.

"Ice Man, Oil Man, Magnet Man, and Star Man."

"…I'll kill 'em."

"I can handle Ice Man and Oil Man. Do whatever you want with Magnet Man and Star Man."

If the feral grin on Forte's face indicated anything, it was that a massacre at Wily's Castle was going to happen soon. He then glanced over at Roll, who had a very expectant look on her face. With a growl, he relented.

"Fine. We'll go to the city on a date."

With another beaming smile, the blonde robot girl lead Forte away from the lab with Gospel trailing not far behind. All the while, Forte was thinking of ways to turn certain Robot Masters into piles of scrap.

FIN

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Just a short Forte x Roll one-shot. The wrath of Forte comes down upon anyone who messes with his woman.