A/N: I noticed how someone said that this has a lot of focus on Holix...which it does :D hahaha xD This one shot was planned from the beginning (and YES, there's mild Holix...) since I wanted to keep the lovely Rex/Six fatherly-son relationship strong :)

Remember When...

Six Called Rex...?

Training with Rex was both tiring and entertaining, Six had grown to understand. Rex was a grown young man, understanding his abilites and the mass amount of weaponry that he can morph from his limbs. Rex had a creative spin on the devices, Six would have to admit.

Rex's cockiness was the most obvious fault during battle. Whenever he bathed in his glory, his self-praise was short-lived and he would be knocked off his feet by a ferious EVO. Rex, thankfully, reacted quickly and would jump right back into the fight.

Banter was another prize worthy quality of Rex's. Six found this more and more during training and just by eating dinner with him. Whether it be Rex's (hypocritcal) comment of Six's same outfit or the fact that Six wouldn't admit to what happened "back in the tomb." Six would find himself saying a snark remark back, and certainly enjoyed it when Rex would bite back without hesitation, Bobo joining in.

Rex had grown on him. When Six had lost his memory, he saw him as just a bratty kid. But now-

"Your swings are getting a little weak old man," Rex sneered, the BFS clashing into Six's katana. He pressed his weight into it, trying to push Six back. He felt the heel of his boots beginning to slide against the concrete. "What are you thinking about?" Six's other katana clanged against the BFS, holding it tightly enough to yank Rex's mechanical arm and push him back.

"About how you always seem to use a sword against me, when you can use something more useful," Six deadpanned. "Like a cannon or gun." His katanas sunk into his disks and he put them back, clipping them on his hips.

Holiday cleared her throat, giving him a look. Don't give him any ideas it clearly read.

Rex rolled his eyes, his right arm returning to normal. "Thanks for telling me now." He sighed heavily and went to the wall where their water bottles laid. He took a healthy drink and rested his forehead on the cool brick. "We should train outside sometime, in the forest."

"And piss off the cute forest animals?" Bobo added. "Do it. Testing out your cannons on some poor trees..."

Rex smirked at the suggestion. Holiday actually considered it. "It sounds like a good idea. You can expand your training grounds, ran around..." She smiled slightly. "Not too bad Rex."

He perked up like a little puppy. Six could imagine a little tail wagging at her appreciation. "Thanks Doc." He frowned, looking at Six. "Hey...what did that one thing mean?"

"What are you talking about?"

He looked confused. "You said...ta...taro?" He rose an eyebrow. "You used to say that back when we worked in Providence. What is that?"

Six pursed his lips. Did I used to say that? Maybe Rex was like that to him, back in Providence. When he used to live with One and the others, he was adressed as taro by One. An endearing term, which was spoken with a gentle, proud tone and pat on the back. Then One changed...

"It's nothing," he said.

"It doesn't sound like nothing," Rex urged him. "C'mon, spill it. What is it?"

Holiday stepped up, holding up a crate of ramen noodles. "Lunch break guys." Rex mumbled complaints under his breath and Holiday looked at me, her face softening. Her lips twitched into a slight smile and followed Rex into the bus/living area to microwave some ramen and water.

Rex was like this to him.

He knew that now. He was proud of Rex, of what he did-what he was doing.

Taro. Great son.


A/N: Something quick :D I have an Accounting regional competition next Monday for FBLA :) Real quick: A song that kind of reminded me of Black Knight vs. The GR gang: "Blackout" by Breathe Carolina. Listen to it sometime!

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