((I'm still laughing at the sudden follows/favorites and reviews this got overnight, you guys are gonna make me lose sleep, I swear.

But hey, prior to this story, I won't lie, I was getting bored!))

This isn't exactly what Geya had in mind…

There she was, standing around the Gamindustri Graveyard… In a maid's outfit, that was far too small on her, especially around her chest area. "She's not small enough! One out of ten, blech!" Trick spat. "Can you get out of that? There are angels far more deserving of that costume, and I don't want you tearing it with your old hag body!"

"Old hag?" Geya whimpered. "I don't think I can get this off! I made so it wouldn't tear or burst, but…" She looked uncomfortable, and circulation was being cut off quite a bit in some places. It was miracle that she didn't pass out.

"Trick!" Brave shouted. "Get her out of that, for goodness sake! She's in pain!"

"Meh, so what? She's just an older CPU candidate, not a cutie patootie—"

"That doesn't matter!"

Brave was about to assist in helping remove the costume, when he hesitated. She wasn't in her HDD form, which one could tell by her pink hair becoming a lighter color, and having normal green eyes rather then the orange ones.

This really was a problem. Brave was kind, but he also didn't want to look like… Well, a pervert like Trick, and sometimes Judge. "It's alright, CFW Brave sir." Geya said, trying not to show signs of being rather choked. "It was my own choice to, uh… Wear this, actually." He flinched at that.

"For what reason, CPU candidate?"

"P-please, just call me Geya!" She began playing with the braids on the side of her head nervously. "I… Y-you see, um… Judge said that someone working for ASIC should 'wear something different to show their change of heart'. I was hoping for some kind of 'dark anti-hero' outfit, but Trick doesn't have that."

That was the most tame answer she could give, Geya didn't want to tell Brave that she really wanted a "metal bikini" or a "latex zero suit". They already got the idea that Geya was a complete dweeb, they didn't need mental images now, it was the reason that she was generally reclusive about herself.

For once, Brave was relieved when Judge showed up. "Judge! The prisoner- I mean, Geya's circulation is being cut off from the tightness of this uniform! Can you… Help me out here?" At first, Judge cringed, but then… His face couldn't exactly change expressions much, but if he could, then right now he'd be giving of the most smug face imaginable.

"Why can't you do, mister 'hero'? Too nervous to strip a girl?" Brave felt his joints go stiff from that, while Trick began rolling on the floor and was laughing like a hyena. "You would surely do it if it was Lastation's CPU candidate, wouldn't you?"

Goddammit Judge. Brave wanted to smack him across the face right now, or deny such, but now he couldn't get rid of visual images. He turned away from Judge, stuttering. "Th-that's nonsense! I just do not feel comfortable with such because of Trick!" That made Trick stop laughing, and scowl at Brave.

"Ew! I'd roll outta here before I got to see that! And absolutely no ripping my well-crafted costumes!… Hey! Where did he go?!" Brave looked back in the direction Trick was glancing around, Judge was gone, and so was Geya.

He prayed that this didn't go down the route he thought.

Surprisingly, Judge just tossed Geya's normal clothes at her after removing the maid's uniform. Perhaps he wasn't in the mood, or Judge for once was actually concerned about what Brave said. If Geya was really hurt, then it wouldn't be right to toy with her, no matter how tempting it was. It just wasn't worth the risk.

Trick wasn't going to be happy that the whole dress was ripped, but Judge really couldn't care less. Geya slipped her pink crop-top and long black skirt back on. She fidgeted a little, embarrassed about what had just happened. "I guess that didn't really fit… In two ways, of course. Not that this does either, huh?"

It was true, Judge wasn't exactly keen on that excessive amount of pink. And Geya seemed to agree, but that's only because unfortunately, she never chose her own clothes much. It was her older sister that did that. Most knew that Neya was the more obnoxiously, brightly colored of the two. Too bad she didn't have the energy to stay in her HDD form, which of course at least had enough dark colors to satisfy Judge's eyes.

… Dark colors, right. Now per usual, Judge didn't think much, so he didn't give a damn about stealing Underling's hoodie, which he did just that.

"Wha— Hey! What the hell man?!"

"Silence, lackey! I'm borrowing this, and not giving it back!"

Underling shook her head. "CFW Judge, sir!… That just means you're taking it!" Being ignored, Judge just dropped the hoodie onto Geya.

Although the smell to it was… A bit sweaty, probably from some labor, Geya wasn't not going to wear it. Provided, she first wanted to make a few adjustments. "Do you have any scissors?" Judge paused, looking around.

"Pft, why the hell would we have those? Especially in goddamn Gamindustri Graveyard!" Geya then looked down at her waist, at the sheathed weapons that were almost always at her side. Rather than the usual ones, Magic gave her new "virus and skill-seal" inflicting blades. It was weird to have such dangerous things lying around, but no one really cared except for Brave anyway.

Geya took off the hoodie, and handed it over to Judge. "C-can you hold that for a moment?" She stammered, withdrawing her dark-colored rapiers. "A bit lower, please?" Judge was unsure at the moment, he didn't distrust Geya but… She was a CPU candidate, and it was Magic's stupid idea to give her new, powerful weapons. But it's not like Judge wouldn't fight back if he got cut by those.

All it took was a few precise swishes with both rapiers after Geya examined the hoodie. Underling and Pirachu finally came over to see just what was going on, and the former froze up. "Aw no, dammit! C'mon! That was a perfectly good jacket! Why'd you have to go and make this into your edgy cape thing?!" Pirachu began snickering to himself, if there was anything he loved besides Compa, it was the Underling's misery.

"Oh, just… One more thing!" Geya then promptly sliced off the ears and nose of the jacket, making Pirachu cringe, as if he felt that. "Those were a bit tacky, in all honesty." Underling then smirked, glancing at the rat who was holding onto his own ears in a strange form of knee-jerk reaction.

"Well, I can agree on that at least!"

"Shut up, chu!" Pirachu squeaked in annoyance. "I'm the mascot for ASIC and all! I-it's… It's against the rules to tamper with something that has the mascot's face on it! How will anyone recognize that you're a part of us, broad?!" Geya put away her weapons, then wrapped the arms of the jacket around her shoulders, while the back-part was tattered from the cuts.

For some reason… Judge felt just so amused by this. Normally disputes between the others were annoying, but for once, it felt so right. But perhaps he was just simply warming up because of Geya being around for these sorts of shenanigans. Even if she was the cause of it partly.

"You stupid rat! The broken heart is ASIC's logo! That still remains on the jacket's backside! If they see that, it'll be plain as day that this damn CPU is with us!" Underling then looked at Judge. "Uh, CFW Judge, sir. Is she even allowed to leave this place?"

Snapping out of it, he barked at the two of them. "Absolutely not! Why the hell would I allow that?!" They both trembled at Judge raising his voice, even if this sort of outburst was expected very often, it always caught them off-guard. "I'm prone to getting bored if she leaves! And then who will I tease?!— I mean, try to make my opponent?! She's only allowed to do hard labor here! You two are in charge of things outside the damn graveyard!" Neither of them bothered to question his wording.

As she stepped back, Underling tripped on a piece of garbage, and stumbled to get back on her own feet. "O-of course CFW Judge, sir! Y-you're absolutely right!" She didn't bother making anymore questions, in fear of getting him angry, which Judge already was. "In fact, I, uh, need to do just that! Some Arfoire shipments need to go to Planeptune today!" With that, she bolted, ditching Pirachu, who was panicking.

"What the—?! Hey chump! Don't leave me behind!" Dashing after her, the two lackeys were gone. Judge stared down at Geya further, who shivered a bit. She could tell easily that them asking about her leaving the Gamindustri Graveyard peeved him off. Even though it was just a simple question.

Perhaps he wanted to let off some steam right now. And Geya didn't mind being there for it. Mainly because Judge never actually hurt her the last time that happened, it just ended with… Well, Geya passing out from exhaustion, to put it in the most tame way possible.

"Great, now I'm pissed!… What are you doing?!" Geya then tried to reach for Judge.

"Um… Can you pick me up?"

He scoffed. "What are you?! Four years old?" Judge then looked around the area. Nobody really seemed to be watching, even if he was more inclined to throw people across the graveyard if they got in his arms. But this was different, a little, Judge would never hear the end of it from Brave if he did that. "Ugh, alright, fine!" Lifting Geya from her feet, he just looked at her. "Now what?"

Part of him felt extremely awkward about this, mainly because… She was just so cute. Nothing out of the norm for CPUs or CPU candidates, but Judge never really gave a damn because he was busy trying to capture or kill them. He already thought Geya was mildly attractive in her Pink Sister form, but…

Somehow it was just cuter here, with the braided sideburns and all. Judge almost wasn't paying attention to how close she was getting.

She just pecked him lightly. On where his mouth was.

"What." If he had any form of blood, it would be all be rushing through his face right now. "WHAT? WHAT? WHA— WHAT?!"

He was in so much shock, that Judge didn't see Geya hold onto one of his shoulders, pushing down one of the buttons.

By the time he did and tried to hold himself back, Judge growled. "Dammit! You're doing this on purpose this time, aren't you?!"

A faint smile formed on Geya's lips, eyes lowering. "… Yes."

((The sweet and meek Geya always grabs what she wants. And some of you were worried that she wasn't going along with this!

I think next time, we'll get background on Geya and her sister…))