Nars: I'm so broke, I just want to go to a concert, save my ass...

Word Count: 618

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners—Rumiko Takahashi and One.


She trudged along the sidewalk leading to the nearest supermarket.

Kagome figured if she was getting milk, she could at least pick up some more instant ramen for when she went back down the well. InuYasha really could inhale that stuff like a vacuum (as if she needed to be reminded of the worms). She was running low on them. Some more antiseptic and bandages would come in handy too.

Mentally creating a list in her mind, she turned the corner and came face to face with the market, bustling with people.

"Oh, there's a sale." She remarked. Maybe she did have good timing after all. The shelves containing cup noodles were on for 60% off.

Her eyes brightened as she withdrew a basket and began to load it up. Kagome picked from a variety of flavours, wordlessly sorting which types her companions would prefer.

She'd have to check the boutique across the road for another pair of shoes that'd last longer. The tennis shoes she wore regularly had seen better days. It wouldn't be a bad idea to—

"I see, you partake in a nutritionally imbalanced diet of instant noodles and whole milk."

Kagome jolted, turning to find the same damn robot from earlier now studying her basket with a hand on his chin. "W-What are you doing here–? Are you stalking me now?!" She hadn't even known that robots could follow their own whims like this one.

The blond robot blinked. "What would I gain from stalking you?"

"I dunno, you're the one who went on and on about needing to get stronger." She groused. "Forgive me if I thought you were following me."

"Apology accepted." said the robot plainly. "Now—"

"Genos, what are you doing over there?" came another voice.

Coming down the aisle was a bald guy wearing a shirt that had a crudely drawn emblem of boobs. Her eye twitched. More weirdos. And then the robot, surprisingly, left her side to move towards the bald man. "Sensei, I was merely inquiring about this girl's diet."

"Eh?" The man frowned, "Asking a girl somethin' like that might land you in hot water."

"Why?"

"I dunno, they're weird like that. Self-conscious and stuff."

The pieces finally clicked together. THIS was the sensei that the robot had been raving about? He didn't... seem strong. Just looked remarkably average. "Wait, your name's Genos?"

The robot nodded.

"And you're... Sensei?" She continued.

"Saitama." The bald man said, extending a hand, "Nice to meet ya."

She shook his hand, pleasantly surprised that he was so friendly, especially when his robot friend was this incorrigible.

"Ohh." said Saitama brightly, "That must mean you're the kid with the magic arrows."

"I'm eighteen." She snapped. The robot sure could work quick, telling his sensei all about her in a matter of a few minutes. But at least now she knew he hadn't been stalking her. He just legitimately happened to be in the area. "And it's Kagome."

Genos nodded, making no attempt to use her name. "You still did not answer my question about your registry number."

"Yeah, what's up with that? You in A-class or what?"

Kagome opened her mouth to finally tell them that she was in no way a hero, just as screams erupted from the outside of the building. Her eyes widened, and Genos was instantly on the offensive, gold irises flickering curiously as he surveyed for damage. "There is a monster." He said grimly. "Let us go, Sensei."

As an afterthought, he turned to her. "You as well, Kagome. I would like to see your abilities for myself again."

They disappeared in the next instant through the automatic doors, leaving her in the dust. "I'm not a hero." She groaned, reluctantly putting her basket down to follow after them.


Nars: Haha, now I have to learn how to write fight scenes. Great.