Title: Clothing

Written by: Akumarayne

Characters/Pairings: Edge, Bacchus, Lymle and Myuria. Slight Lymle/Faize

A/N: Myuria always has to work her way into my stories somehow. This is loosely based off the PA where Bacchus talks about being afraid of turning into an emotionless android/robot.

Clothing

It was another long flight so Edge decided to do what he normally did. Converse with the other members of the crew! One of the more recent members called it 'harassment' but no one else seemed to mind.

Bacchus was standing next to the bed in his quarters, looking out at the unchanging sky when he noticed Edge's reflection, and turned to face him. "This room appears to be colder than normal."

"Oh? I didn't notice any difference but you would know wouldn't you? I'll go talk to Reimi about it." Edge replied making a turn for the door.

"I'll fix it, 'kay." Lymle said as she jumped off the bed and waddled over to the other side of the room.

Bacchus and Lymle were sharing a room now due to the numerous people on the ship, some not as cooperative as others making Edge play musical rooms until everyone was somewhat satisfied.

The girl stood before the towering steel giant and motioned for him to bend down. After he did so, she pulled out a long scarf and wrapped it around his neck. It was similar to the scarf Cerberus usually wore, although this one was made of green and white. She wrapped him up in the same manner, tossing it over his head then bringing the longer side over to loop before both ends were left to hang over the front of one of his metal shoulders.

"It was… supposed to be so that Faize would replace that really bad one he wore all the time, but Faize isn't good enough for it anymore, 'kay." Lymle explained though it was obvious from her actions what she had really intended to do with it.

"Are you certain? You have obviously spent a great deal of time in making this." Bacchus replied not quite sure of what to make of this situation.

"It's... certainly different." Edge remarked with a hand up to his chin, his other crossed his chest in a thoughtful pose. It looked out of place and in his mind reminded him vaguely of a snowman, or some type of advanced coat hanger.

"The room is a lot warmer now, 'kay." Lymle said nodding in approval.

"It appears that I have obtained a measure of warmth. I can only hope that one day I will be able to feel this with my own body." Bacchus replied in his usual manner, though a strange hint of sadness laced his words as if there were more to it then he was letting on.

"My, that's a new look for you Bacchus." Myuria said peering into the doorway her large heaving breasts resting against the frame and making Edge pink in the face.

Edge always had a hard time when it came to anything involving the woman. Her presence alone made him feel Reimi's heated glaze at the back of the neck. Whenever she spoke it was like she was raping his body in some cruel teasing way. Talking to her was far worse for he had a hard time knowing where to look and didn't want to seem rude when he had to look away while speaking. Even so, his gaze, as was normal for a male, strayed toward what she was so blatantly showing off one too many times.

"Mrs. Myuria..." Bacchus said in his usual calm tone. "I don't think eavesdropping is a good hobby for you." Bacchus, however, didn't seemed to have the same problem as Edge, as he spoke without hesitation, looking her properly in the face each time he had occasion to speak to her, which wasn't often now that Edge thought about it.

"I can't fool you can I?" The pink haired woman replied in her usual sensual way. "I think I have something that might match that new accessory of yours." She then disappeared but not without doing so in a manner that made Edge uncomfortable and in need of a cold shower later.

Edge, Lymle and Bacchus exchanged curious looks with one another but mostly toward Edge as he was appearing partially flushed at that moment. The two of them were about to ask if he was feeling alright but before they could say anything Myuria reappeared and attention was back on her, which was exactly how she liked it.

"If you're interested in wearing clothing, how about this?" Myuria asked and held up two garments. It was the usual style of dress for the females of ENII, a modest mid drift top and a short skirt.

"I do not think that would be entirely—" Bacchus began in protest but Myuria interjected.

"Appropriate? You're right, it's a bit too small to fit you. However…" Myuria said with a dangerous glint in her eyes as she looked over toward Edge.

"I…I think I'll be going now. See you!" With that Edge took off running.

While Myuria loved to tease Edge (and it helped that he was a very easy and very fun target) it helped her deal with the heartache of losing Lucien. For that she was thankful. Maybe one day she would seriously tell him thank you.