Authors Note: I owned nothing of Tiger & Bunny, only the Character Kokuro and other Britt Savage.
The once-in-a-blue-moon posting of the series! It will be awhile to the next one.

Episode 2: The Love of Karma

Chapter Ten: Auditions For Sidekicks!

A strong shiver rack through his skull running straight to toes, blood suddenly cold.

"Chilly?" Ben asks.

Kotetsu rubbed his arms, legs scrunching up in his office seat. "Just a sudden chill." Frowning, why did that answer feel wrong?

"You're worried about your daughter." the fact well known as the manager quirks his heavy shoulders.

Kotetsu nods, hunching through an exhaled sigh.

"She'll be fine," Barnaby replies calmly, raising from his cubical, "She's a pretty resourceful woman, Kotetsu."

"I know," Kotetsu huffs, the wrinkles in his brow appearing. "But with all those Academy kids around her. What if she gets the wrong power and can't handle it? What if she fall and gets a concussion?!"

A hand slaps on his shoulder, clamping shaply. Kotetsu squeaks in a jolt, his worry stare looking very misplaced in his usual amber, happy expression.

"She'll be great." Barnaby's mouth twitched reassuringly. "You'll see."

"Thanks, Bunny."

"Come you two," Ben chuckles, "Clocks ticking here."

The three grown men strode their way to the simulation room.

Yet, Kotetsu couldn't shake the cold sensation. Unconsciously out of habit, he turns the silver, wedding band around his finger. Silently praying that his dear late wife watched over their precious little girl.

"And here we enter the Justice Tower," Mr. Rooks yawned, not bothering to cover the mouth.

Kokuro lean further back, muscles in back and neck are pinching in pain.

The building stretched so high, as if it could reach heaven in some way. Window panes shining in the morning light, an angel among other towers. To think, Sternbild had put this thing in the middle of the city as their symbol of hope.

What. A. Joke.

"Come along!" the Mr. Rooks claps, gaining the attention back. "None of you want to be late for this important appointment." turning to the entrance with the signature bord slump.

Kokuro jogs along with the rest of the group, falling right behind Edward.

"You seem pretty calm." Edward glances at the girl, amethyst eyes sparkling.

Kokuro shrugs, interlocking hands behind her head. "Eh, this is nothing."

"Right." he nods, looking ahead once again.

The inside of the Justice Building shrunk instantly smaller from outside, yet that didn't stop the students from gawking at the high ceiling, fake plants, and the large screen tv's hanging.

"Now!" asks, mouth twisting as the apparent taken invaded, "Can anyone tell what- yawn- we are all here for?"

Kokuro huffs, rolling bored eye at the high ceiling. Duh! Of course, they know! Everyone student who is here signed up for the flipping chance to be in the Third League! For crying out loud! Kokuro would have been in if it wasn't for that stupid highschool degree. After all, Agnes Joubert herself wanted to hire Kokuro.

Geez, Kokuro thinks, biting her cheek, I am such a gloater.

"Yes, you there!" Mr. Rooks announces, pointing to a raised hand.

Kadae had her hand up. "To audition for the Third League and be the next generation of heroes."

"Corret!"

"Come on," Kokuro groans quietly, folding arms, "This isn't preschool, people."

"You're the one in preschool," Britt Savage snarks.

Kokuro felt her cheek twitch, turning a glaring frown at the Mean Girl.

Savage smiles cruelly, flipping onyx locks over her shoulder.

Kokuro gave a slow, mocking smirk, cocking her hips. "Geez, I didn't realize you wore diapers today."

Savage sneers, smile evaporated. Slapping Kokuro's shoulder.

Kokuro smirk widens, that stinging slap earning victory.

"Now," Mr. Rooks interrupts, "Let's start the audition. Shall we?"

After going up the elevator a few floors, some turns in long halls, and another security checkpoint, entering in a clump through the truck-sized door opening, everyone halted in the dim room. Much like the lobby itself, it consisted of the good sized space, yet everywhere what looked like white solar panels well fitted every inch of the gym sized place.

"Now this here," the teacher rolled his hand, the whole class obideiently following him, "This the simulation room. What we do in this-"

SLAM!

The large door shuts. The lights flared red, flooding the pure whiteness before. The alarm siren shrieks, piercing all ears inside.

Mr. Rooks spun around, frantic and confused. "What the-"

"Simulation Process ready to commences," the weird, feminine automatic voice response to everyone,"Level Five, Termination Robots-"

"Wait! What's happening-"

"The simulation started?! Mr. Rooks shouts, horror upon realization. "On level five!"

"That does that mean?!" another student cries.

"Danger: Lethal. Risk: Possible death."