Chapter 7: Healed
Argenta, Ikki, and the two Medabots arrived at Nae's shop. Nae Akihabara, a kind hearted young woman with black hair that was always tied back, apparently worked out of her garage with the help of her Medabot, Honey. She greeted them with a wave, and they came up to talk to her as she fiddled with the firing mechanism of a broken Bombarder Medapart.
"Miss Nae, Rokusho's an old friend of mine, but he really needs a new body, can you help him?" Metabee asked her as Rokusho took off his cape and handed it to Argenta as Ikki pulled up a couple of chairs.
"Well, let me take a look at him, and we'll see," she said to the yellow Medabot. She pulled a rolling office chair around to the other side of the desk she had been sitting at and came in front of Rokusho, and he sat up on the desk. She took his chin in her hand, and tilted his head upwards slightly, while shining a small flashlight just beneath his visor, illuminating the optical system behind it. She frowned, worried by what she saw, then shone the light at the purple blaze of color on the top of Rokusho's head, and Argenta could barely see the outline of a circular object hidden there. The mechanic motioned for him to lie down on the table, and using her tools, she began to take pieces of Rokusho's armor off, revealing the innards of his Medaparts. She started with the visor and the portion of his head she had examined earlier, as well as his antennae, revealing both his optics and his motion radar system.
"Shouldn't his medal be out for this?" Argenta asked her nervously. Normally, the Medabots' medals were removed when any work was done on their bodies, so the Medabot didn't feel any pain, and whoever was working on them wasn't electrocuted.
"Not yet, no," Rokusho said. "Don't worry, she's only removed the casing of my antennae and the glass protecting my optics, it doesn't hurt."
"I just need to get a good look at him, and I don't want to take him apart too much until I know what kind of condition he's in," Miss Nae said. She tinkered with his exposed parts for a few minutes. "I think I'm going to have to strip your parts down completely, Rokusho, but I still want you conscious for the procedure," she told him as she went around the table, reaching into a small white fridge on the other side. She pulled out a large, thick silver needle filled with a lapis-colored fluid that was streaked with swirling strands of silver. Rokusho gulped, eyeing the needle nervously. "I'm going to eject you with a set of nanobots that'll deactivate your pain sensors so we can continue, ok?"
"Quickly if you please," Rokusho requested. "I don't like needles." Nae nodded, and jabbed the syringe firmly into Rokusho's lower thigh, the only part of his body that was unarmored. He cried out, but remained still as Nae removed the needle.
"I hate it when she does that, it hurts," Metabee said.
"Glad I'm not the one on that table," Ikki commented with relief.
"You should be numb by now," Nae told him.
"Yes," Rokusho replied with difficulty, his voice thick. "It's affecting my voice modulator."
She began removing other portions of his body armor, stripping him down to his Tinpet and removing portions of it as well. When she was satisfied, she began putting him back together, piece by piece.
"Well?" Argenta and Ikki asked in unison.
"I don't think this is really fixable," she said. "I might be able to get him up and around a bit more, but robattle is out of the question. I'm amazed that he's even standing; his Tinpet's suffered an enormous amount of water damage. But his Hammer Fist here isn't that bad, it's still okay," She began repairing the damaged part, and when she was done, got up and began looking for other replacement parts. "Now you're in luck, I just picked up a shipment this morning," she told them.
Rokusho sat up as Miss Nae headed into the open back of her orange van, and returned with two white boxes. One was about three feet long and a foot tall, and the other was perfectly square and two feet long on all sides. She pulled a dark blue and silver male Tinpet from the longer box, and then opened the second box, and pulled out a Broad Antenna Medapart, the head part of a Mark II KWG type. It looked like a more stylized silver and blue version of Rokusho's head part, with a crimson-tinted visor. After rummaging around a bit more, she found a Sharp Edge STG Mark I set of leg parts that were patterned yellow, green and blue.
"Now where did that Flexorsword Medapart go?" she wondered aloud as she searched.
She failed to find the part she wanted, but found the right arm part of a Mark I FOX type that was brown with a wooden pattern and red trim, with a pair of silver blades mounted on the lower arm. Rokusho commented that it would do, and that he had once borrowed the matching left arm from Ikki.
"Okay," Nae said. "Now that we've got a working body for Rokusho, let's take a look at his medal."
"My medal!" Rokusho was instantly on his guard.
"What's the matter Rokusho?" Argenta asked him.
"I don't trust very many people with my medal," Rokusho answered, regarding Nae with suspicion.
"Hey, don't worry Rokusho, you can trust her," Metabee said.
"Oh, I guess we forgot to tell you Miss Nae," said Ikki. "Rokusho's got a rare medal too."
"A rare medal?" Argenta asked. "I know that some Medabot medals are harder to come by than others, but Stag Beetle medals are pretty common. What do you mean?"
"You haven't told her?" Metabee asked Rokusho.
The other Medabot shook his head. "I didn't think of it until now."
"Medabots with rare medals are different than the average Medabot," Nae said. "Some people will do anything to get their hands on one, and Medabots who have rare medals are usually pretty touchy about who messes with them. There's a bit more to it than that, but I think it would be better if you found out the rest on your own."
She opened the large hexagonal medal hatch on Rokusho's back to look at his medal and gasped in shock. "Oh dear…"
"What?" the other all exclaimed, and Rokusho turned to look back at her, and the other three rushed to them, looking at the gleaming medal in Rokusho's back.
"Holy Medaroli!" Ikki exclaimed.
"Whoa…" said Metabee softly.
"What? What is it?" Rokusho asked, both irritated that he was the only one who had no clue what they were looking at, and worried that something was wrong.
"Rokusho," Argenta said shakily, "There's a huge crack in your medal, right down the middle, almost."
Argenta was right. The hexagonal medal was no bigger than a quarter, and engraved on its surface was the image of a stag beetle in flight, with the green gem in the center stylized to look like the insect's eye. Reaching from the bottom half of the medal upwards was a jagged crack filled in with a pale gray metal.
"Looks like it was filled in with M-Alloy though," remarked Nae. "It's fine, it just looks like the outer casing was damaged, but let me run a data and hardware check just to be sure."
There was a low hum as Rokusho deactivated himself so Nae could safely remove his medal. She inserted it into a small, rectangular scanner-like device that was connected to the computer sitting on a nearby desk. While they waited for the results, they began putting together Rokusho's new body.
"Well, it's nothing fancy, just a bunch of old mix-matched Medaparts, but they work just fine, and you'll be able to robattle," Nae said as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a wrench still in her hand.
"I don't know if I'll be able to talk Rokusho into a robattle, but thank you so much, Miss Nae," Argenta said. "Are you sure we can keep these parts, they must cost a lot."
"Oh, of course, and just call me Nae," the mechanic said as the computer pinged. "Here we go." She removed the medal, and told them, "The computer's repaired the damage to his internal clock, but there's some damage to his memory circuits that I can't repair here. Don't worry," she said, seeing Argenta's alarmed expression, "The damage is very isolated, from when he was very young, and as far as I can tell, there isn't many recall tags on it."
"Say what?" Metabee gave her a befuddled look.
"Sorry, what I mean is that whatever that memory was about, he hadn't thought about it a lot after it happened."
"You can tell what Medabots think about? That's kinda creepy Nae," Argenta shivered.
"Oh it's not fine-tuned enough to do that, but we can see video files that the Medabot records automatically, and some of Rokusho's earlier files are corrupted."
Metabee breathed a sigh of relief as Nae put Rokusho's medal into the hodgepodge body. As the Medabot came back online, his tinted visor glowed brightly, and he looked about for a few moments. Ikki made his way to the phone on the other desk and started thumbing through the residential numbers in the phonebook. He found the one he wanted, and began a hushed conversation with someone on the other end.
"How do you feel?" Argenta asked, crouching down to where he could see her easily.
"Much, better," he replied, "I don't think I can thank you enough," he told Miss Nae, looking up at her.
"Oh, it's no trouble," she said, "Just go ahead and keep those parts, I don't need them."
Ikki and Metabee were conversing in hurried whispers in the corner, and Ikki announced suddenly, "We've decided!"
"If I get a rematch from you, Rokusho, I want it to be when you get a permanent body," Metabee told him.
"Agreed."
"And," Ikki continued, "We want you at your best, and no Medabot can really do his best without a Medafighter to back him up."
"I know what you're getting at," Argenta began, "But I'm not a Medafighter, and Rokusho doesn't robattle."
"You won't robattle unless you have something to fight for right?" Ikki asked him, and the Medabot nodded. "Then fight for her honor-" here he pointed at Argenta,
"Because people make fun of other people who don't have Medabots, or don't robattle. Besides," he added, "It'd be nice to see you two with us in the next World Robattle Championships," he said.
"Wait you guys are that Ikki and Metabee!" Argenta gasped." The third ranked team in Japan who won last year's World Championships!"
"Mmhm, that's right!" Metabee confirmed with a nod, his arms crossed.
"But Rokusho belongs to the Professor," Argenta said.
"That doesn't matter since the two of you are family, and the Professor can transfer any robattle points you earn while robattling under his name to your own name once you're registered officially," Nae told her.
Metabee went to the computer, and pulled up the National Medabot Robattle Rankings website, and went to the search page. "Hey what's your serial number?" he asked Rokusho. "KWG- what?"
"Eleven-twenty-three-seven." Rokusho answered.
" K-W-G-one-one-two-three-seven…" Metabee muttered.
"Hmm, looks like Rokusho's got a decent spot in the national rankings already," Ikki remarked. "Probably because he beat us."
"Wait, that was an official robattle?'" Metabee asked.
"Yea, I remember because I questioned Mr. Referee about it," Ikki said. "So just keep up that winning streak, and you'll do fine. Oh, and I called the Professor already, and he says it's ok with him. Your number was in the phone book."
" I'm afraid I don't have a Medawatch for you though," Nae said.
"Uh-oh," Argenta said. "That might be a problem." The Medawatch that a Medafighter wore was a crucial piece of robattling equipment. It served primarily as a communication device between a Medabot and Medafighter, although had other functions as well.
Ikki frowned. "You can robattle without it, but there might be times when Rokusho won't be able to hear you," he warned.
"Yea, robattles, get noisy, ya'know?" commented Metabee.
"So, are we gonna do this or what?" Argenta asked Rokusho. For a long time the Medabot said nothing, but stared through Argenta, thinking hard.
"It seems you've already made up your mind," Rokusho answered. "You've dreamed of robattling with me since the moment you first laid eyes on me, haven't you?" he asked as Argenta nodded uncertainly, not wanting to lie, but unsure how he felt about that. "I dislike mindless robattles, but a strong Medafighter does not go about robattling mindlessly, Ikki and Metabee are proof of that," He paused for a few moments, giving serious thought as to what he was about to say. "I have wished for a strong Medafighter like Ikki, one to fuel my fighting spirit in the times when I am like a candle in the wind."
"So, you'll do it?" Argenta asked hesitantly, and Ikki and Metabee trembled with anticipation.
"Yes," he said, and as Argenta came closer, he held up his hand. "But with you and only you, I will have it no other way," he warned.
"Neither would I!" Argenta placed her hand on his shoulder, looking happier then Rokusho had ever seen her, and she pulled the Medabot into an unexpected hug. Completely bewildered, Rokusho hugged her back, weakly and with uncertainty. "What was that?" she asked him as she pulled away.
"Uh, a hug…I think…" Rokusho said nervously. The Medabot was unaccustomed to psychical contact.
"Say what?" sputtered Metabee. "You call that a hug?"
"Thank you!" Argenta said empathetically.
"Dude, that's your Medafighter, give her a hug!" Metabee exclaimed, and Rokusho hesitantly hugged her again, but pulled away quickly.
"I'm a hugger, get used to it now, Ro," Argenta said.
"What did you call me?" he asked, confusion in his voice.
Argenta frowned, wondering where that name had come from. She closed her eyes, and something slowly came to her remembrance…
"Here we are Argenta," said her father's voice as they drove up to a small house on a hill, and a large oak tree stood at the cliff's edge. "This is Grandfather's house."
"Come on now, don't be shy, my dear," her Grandfather was saying. "I have a very special friend that I would like you to meet. Today is his birthday too." The room was filled with the oranges of a sunset, and she was lead past a slightly ajar door that someone else opened…
"Come back, Rokusho, you're too fast!" The voice was her own, but so young as she chased him…
…She was dressed in a white and purple dress, with matching purple socks, and white sneakers. Small pale pink hands grasped Rokusho's horns tightly, as tiny legs encircled his waist. She looked up into the branches of a massive angel oak. "It's so high, Ro…"
"Do not be afraid, I will not let you fall." He began to climb the tree, and as she looked out over the sparking ocean once they reached the branches, fear coursed through her.
"Ro!"
"Don't look down! Here, take my hand." She grabbed at the sword desperately with both hands, wailed as she cut her palms on the razor-sharp edge, and heard him gasp in alarm. Strong, cold arms swept her around and suddenly held her close, and a low baritone voice shushed her softly, stroking her shoulder-length white hair. "Oh, little one, let me see..." He opened her tiny, bleeding hands as she sobbed, and buried her face into his gleaming white chest. Strong arms held her tightly again, and she screamed in terror as they fell through empty air. He hit the ground jarringly, and then he was running - he shoved against the screen door and it slammed noisily…
"I remember!" she gasped, and the others looked at her in confusion. She looked at her hands, and at the stark white scar that ran diagonally across each hand, from left to right. She put them side by side and they made a V-shaped pattern. "My dad and I, we came to visit you when you lived in the house with the big oak tree," she told Rokusho, "And we climbed it but I got scared and grabbed your sword by accident, look at my hands!" She offered him her palms, and he traced the thick white scar with one finger, noting how the cut was thin at the beginning of the scar, the highest part, and wider at the bottom. Like any expert swordsman, he knew the mark of his blade better than anyone else.
"I think I remember someone grabbing my horns, but aside from that, I don't recall anything from that visit clearly." The Medabot frowned as he released her hands.
"It must be the part of your memory that was corrupted," Ikki said, and the others nodded.
"So you knew her when she was little?" Metabee asked.
'I don't remember, but that appears to be the case, "Rokusho said, shaking his head. "This is all so confusing."
"Hey a robattle'll take care of that," Ikki told him. "Let's go see what Erika's up to."
"C'mon!" Metabee shouted, and Argenta and Rokusho got up and followed them.
"Take care!" Nae called after them as they bid her farewell.
They decided to try the local park, and as they neared the playground, they heard a shout.
"Seamus McRagger! I've had enough of you swooping in on my scoop!" a girl's voice shouted.
"Hey, that's Erika! Let's go!" Ikki shouted to the others, and they all broke into a run.
"Then why don't we settle this the old fashion way, lass!" the Irish tabloid reporter called back. He was a portly man dressed in a brown jacket and pants with a black shirt and a red beret. "And with Multikolor's new robattling partner Blackram, we can't lose!" he and his two Medabots laughed.
"Let's get him, Miss Erika!" Erika's Medabot said, raising her rifle at the Chameleon type Multikolor. She was a SLR or Sailor type Medabot designed for shooting. With her navy blue body armor and metal pink bows, she resembled a schoolgirl.
"But he has two Medabots, Brass, we're outnumbered," Erika muttered into her Medawatch.
"Would you care for some assistance?" an elegant baritone voice asked from Erika's right.
"That voice…" Brass began as she turned towards the sound, surprised.
"Rokusho!" the girl exclaimed, "What are you doing here?" she asked him.
"We're looking for a robattle," Argenta told her as she and the others came beside Rokusho.
"Seriously?" Erika asked. "Ikki, get my camera, this is gonna be an awesome robattle!" Ikki grabbed the camera from Erika's school bag, and turned it on.
"Then it's agreed!" A new voice shouted. They all looked to the left to see a gray haired man with a mustache dressed in a red tie, white shirt and black pants standing on the slide. "I officially declare this a submission robattle between Seamus McRagger's Blackram and Multikolor, against Erika Amazake's Brass and Professor Hushi's Rokusho!"
"But you can't!" Seamus sputtered. "That's not Professor Hushi!" he shouted, pointing a chubby finger at Argenta.
"No, but she is his granddaughter, and the Medabot Federation has the finally say, and they say ok," the man said. "I, Mr. Referee, will referee this robattle to make sure no one gets hurt. The rules are simple: the first team to stop the other team's leader from functioning wins!"
"Okay, Multikolor, you're the leader!" Seamus announced.
"Yes sir, Master!" the green and purple Medabot said, Argentauting him.
"Ready Brass?" Erika asked, her own Medabot.
"Actually, Miss Erika, it would be more appropriate if Rokusho leads," Brass told her Medafighter. "He's more experienced than I am, and it would be to our advantage." Erika blinked in surprise but nodded to Argenta.
"She's right, are you ready Rokusho?" Argenta asked.
"Yes," he said, raising the twin blades mounted on his right arm, his cloak fluttering in the breeze.
"Now that you've decided," said Mr. Referee, "Medafighters, ready?"
"You're no match for me, lasses!"
"We'll see about that!" Rokusho said, and Argenta nodded.
"Take him out Brass!" Erika said, and Brass readied her gun again.
"Medabots Robattle!" The referee cried, throwing his hand in a chopping motion.
"Attack Blackram!" Seamus shouted. "Multikolor, use your camouflage!"
"So predictable," Erika said, and then gasped as Blackram disappeared along with Multikolor. "He used his camouflage on both of them!" Argenta exclaimed. Brass screamed as Blackram hit her head-on. "Brass!" Erika shouted in alarm.
"Not so easy now is it, Erika?" Seamus laughed, and Erika growled.
"No sweat," Argenta told her. "Rokusho, locate them with Antenna Radar."
" Help him out Brass," Erika said, "Use your Scout Radar!"
"Right!" they said simultaneously as their opponents taunted them. A grid display flashed across Brass' eyes as she scanned the area for their hidden opponents, while the red lights on Rokusho's antennae and his red visor glowed.
"I've found them Brass, they're on that carousel!" The Stag Beetle type shouted. He cast his cloak aside as he charged towards them.
"Use your Hailem Fire Attack, Brass!" Erika said.
Brass opened fire on the two Medabots, who gasped as the bullets impact made them visible again.
"Multikolor get out of there!" Seamus shouted.
"See ya, Blackram!" Multikolor said, vanishing again.
"Hey!" the black goat-like Medabot shouted, "What about me?"
"Worry about us instead!" Argenta shouted at him. "Rokusho, Hammer Fist!"
"Argenta?" The Medabot turned around in confusion, unable to hear her over the sound of Brass' chain gun.
"Aw, man, he can't hear me!" Argenta moaned. "No Medawatch, Ikki was right, this is hard!"
"GO GET HIM!" Metabee shouted at the KWG, his finger pointing at the retreating Blackram, and Argenta's Medabot sprinted after his target, leaping into the air when he drew near his target.
With a roar, Rokusho brought his armored fist down on Blackram's head in a crushing blow that caused the black Medabot's medal to eject.
"Blackram's function ceased!" Mr. Referee announced.
Rokusho landed on the carousel, panting heavily, as Brass came up to him. They stood back to back as she searched for Multikolor.
"There! He's- Oh, dear!" Brass gasped, as Multikolor reappeared right beside them with both hands grasping one of the bars of the merry-go-round.
"Now Multikolor!" Seamus shouted, and laughing manically, the Chameleon Medabot spun the carousel as hard and as fast as he could. "How about we take your Medabots for a ride, huh lasses!" he laughed.
Both Medabots screamed in panic as they lost their footing, and Multikolor continued to spin the carousel for several minutes. "Round and round and round they go, when they stop, only I know!" he said laughing, and leapt away, disappearing as he did so.
The Medafighters both shouted their Medabot's names as the carousel slowed. Brass was sitting against the pole in the carousel's center; her head hanging low, while Rokusho was slung over one of the bars.
"Ro, are you ok?" Argenta shouted to him.
"Brass, talk to me!" Erika cried.
"I've been better, Miss Erika," Brass managed to say, lifting her head slowly, but did not get up.
Rokusho attempted to rise, staggered around dizzily, and sank to his knees as the carousel shifted, his back to the girls. He groaned and retched as dark oil spewed from his exposed mouth. " I'm not feeling so well," he struggled to say.
"Oh, no," Ikki groaned, his hand over half of his face.
"He's got them all dizzy," Metabee said. "Shake it off you guys!" he shouted to them.
The Medabots staggered to their feet as Rokusho pushed up his faceplate, then tripped as he came off the carousel.
"He's over there!" Brass said, pointing.
"Attack Multikolor!" Seamus roared. "Finish it!"
The Medabot appeared in front of Brass, and rushed at her, but she tripped him, and sent him sprawling onto the carousel.
"Have a nice trip?" Rokusho asked him, leaning on the one of the carousel's bars cauArgentaly. The green Medabot's bulging eyes widened.
Rokusho spun the carousel harder than his opponent had, and he watched with amusement as Multikolor spun in circles, and was sent flying off the merry-go-round and into the sand. The lizard Medabot opened his eyes to find Rokusho's blade-point under his chin and Brass' rifle in his face. Her eyes narrowed.
'I-I sur-surrender!" cried Multikolor.
"Hmph! Coward!" Rokusho spat.
"Multikolor submits!" announced Mr. Referee. "The winners are Rokusho and Brass!"
"All right!" Erika shouted, pumping her fist.
"They were great, huh?" Argenta said, looking to Erika.
"Yea!" Metabee agreed.
"Hey, come on, let's go back to my place, I've got some good pictures of the robattle," Ikki said. "Here's your camera Erika."
"Thanks," she said, and called to the Medabots, "Brass, Rokusho, what are you guys doing? Let's go!"
"We were just getting our winnings," Brass said. She had selected Blackram's right arm, while Rokusho had chosen Multikolor's left.
"Ah, the sweet smell of victory and new Medaparts," Argenta grinned.
Thirty minutes later, they were all gathered around Ikki's living room coffee table, admiring the pictures he had taken of the robattle.
"Hmm, these aren't bad, I should have you take pictures for me more often," Erika said thoughtfully, and Brass who was on her left, nodded in agreement.
"Check out the look on Rokusho's face in this one!" Metabee laughed from between Erika and Ikki. "He's all dizzy!"
Rokusho absentmindedly pawed through the many pictures spread out on the table, and happened to come across one that made him jump slightly.
"Hey, what's that one?" Metabee asked, spotting the picture Rokusho had found. He reached for it from across the table.
"Nothing!" Rokusho said quickly, swiping the picture off the table and holding it in the air, out of the reaching Kabuto type's grasp. "Hey!" he exclaimed as the photo left his hand.
"Oh, really?" Argenta said as she snatched the photo from the Kawagata's fingers. 'Then you won't mind me looking then, us being family and all."
Brass leaned over to take a look at the picture herself. "I don't understand why you're so upset, it's a nice picture."
"I like it, I think it's cute," Argenta smiled.
"Wha, which one?" Ikki asked.
"Hey, I wanna see too!" Metabee protested.
'No, Argenta!" Rokusho tried to take the picture from the darkly clad girl before it hit the table, but it was too late.
The picture obviously had been taken right after the robattle, and in the excitement, Metabee, Argenta, and Erika had missed it. Brass had thrown her arms about Rokusho's neck with her feet into the air, her hot pink jewel-like eyes bright with excitement at their victory, while Rokusho's entire body was leaned back slightly, a noticeable blush across his pale white face.
"Hey Brass, what gives, you hug him but not me?" Metabee teased his friend.
"Um, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing…" she began, rubbing the back of her head. Rokusho turned crimson as everyone at the table looked at him, and desperately wished he could hide under the table.
"Aww, he's blushing!" Argenta said, her smile now a happy grin.
"Rokusho likes Brass, Rokusho likes Brass!" Ikki and Erika teased in a singsong voice, which only caused the Stag Beetle's blush to deepen.
"Haha, leave him alone guys, quit teasin' " Metabee said good-naturedly. "I figured you were shy around girls." He elbowed the other male Medabot.
"I'm shy around guys, if that makes you feel any better Ro," Argenta said.
"I'm keeping this picture though, I like it," Erika said. "I'll email you a copy Argenta, ok?" she asked, and the other girl nodded.
Rokusho sighed, and Argenta clapped a hand on his shoulder. "You'll be ok, don't sweat it."
"Yea, get him around the ladies more," Metabee said. "You gotta relax man, the femmes won't bite, ya'know."
"It always appeared to me that female Medabots were like wolves," Rokusho remarked. "Wild, dangerous creatures that could become vicious in an instant, could smell one's fear, and always traveled in packs."
Argenta chuckled, "Then I suppose that makes me a lone wolf, huh?" She gave a mock wolf howl.
Metabee laughed. "Yea, that sounds about right, but it's not as impossible as you make it sound, Rokusho."
"What do you know about girls anyway, Metabee?" Ikki questioned his Medabot.
"Hey, I don't kiss and tell," Metabee said. "What happens between me and the ladies stays between me and the ladies."
"Oh, really, like how you're on the phone with Oceanna every night for at least an hour," Ikki said, and Metabee blushed.
"It's called a long-distance relationship, Ikki," Erika sighed, "Don't you know anything?"
"Anyway guys, it's getting close to dinnertime, so we'd better get going; we've got a walk ahead of us," Argenta said, as she got up. The teen took Rokusho's cloak off of the coat rack mounted on the wall by the door and handed it to him as she threw her jacket back on. They said their goodbyes, and the pair headed home.
Today's Robattle - Blackram loses to Brass, Multikolor loses to Rokusho
Brass wins Blackram's Right Arm
Rokusho wins Multikolor's Left Arm