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Genos

I arrived in City M thirty minutes after I received the phone call from the association at eight forty-seven.

Sensei and I had went to bed late. He had been flipping through channels all night and settled upon a rather odd comedy show. It was past midnight by time he found the show and it lasted until one thirty. Sensei didn't often stay up late, but the times that he did, he was absorbed in watching either a movie or a t.v. show.

I didn't comprehend the comedy much, but sensei smiled throughout the entire show and even laughed a few times. Though I wasn't as entertained by the content as sensei was, I was enthralled by sensei's reactions. He wore that simple open mouth smile he has shown at times, but it was the first time I had heard him laughing.

I spent most of the show time watching sensei as he casually rested on his side entertained by the comedic acts.

Due to the late hour, I told sensei that he should sleep until at least ten. So when I got the call, sensei was still resting. After accepting the request I got ready and at the last minute I decided to set an alarm for him and to leave a note mentioning my whereabouts.

I didn't think the matter in City M would take long, and if I was lucky, I would be home by time the alarm sounded.

…..0000…..

I approached the enemy known as Ancient Samurai.

He was a threat level Demon who had beaten Class B Rank 50 Darkness Blade. When Class A Rank 36 Chain'N'Toad was defeated as well, the Hero's association called me. They informed me that they were still evacuating the area and asked that I arrive as soon as possible.

As I drew closer, I saw Mumen Rider on his stomach with a long gash from shoulder to hip; the samurai's blade having easily cut through his feeble amour. He was an ideal hero who fought for justice no matter the monsters ranking, much like sensei. I could understand why sensei liked the weak hero. Besides, anyone who thanked sensei and respected him, was an acceptable person in my opinion.

I could only assume from the samurais positon and the fact that the association hadn't told me of his presence on scene that Mumen Rider had arrived just before I. The other two heroes were strewn about nearby receiving medical assistance. There were a few bystanders ducked behind cars and posts, most seemed to have sought shelter in the stores. Association aid was about the area trying to keep people from entering the street and continuing to evacuate people. A news van was across from me, a foolish distance away from the monster and a helicopter had approached the areas skies not long before I had approached.

"Who is this?" The samurai turned to me, dressed in traditional armor from the 1500's. It looked to me to be a Tosei-gusoku make. "Another hero perhaps here to try and thwart me."

His voice was deep and raspy, as though he swallowed shards of glass, though I knew that was highly improbable. His helmet and crimson face plate shadowed his features making it difficult to discern his exposed gaze and mouth.

I hardened my stance. "I am here to eliminate you."

The samurai laughed and took his own stance, hand on his swords hilt. "I think not."

Much more swiftly than I first judged he was able, he dashed towards me, unsheathing his sword. I thought he was headed for a direct attack, aiming for my center, but he appeared on my left, hunched low, aiming for my side.

I narrowly dodged the attack, jumping a good distance out of range.

He stood firm, lowing his blade. "You're faster than you look cyborg." He said with a small smile.

I raised my fists. "So are you."

"Heh." He blinked out of sight.

I tensed and my sensors acted quickly, picking up his presence behind me. I could hear the swing of his sword. I twisted my body out of the way, but his blade scratched at the metal of my back. I could tell that he hadn't broken through. His thrust was not strong enough to penetrate the strong metal.

I swiftly crouched low and spun with my right leg stretched out. He halted mid downward thrust and leapt back as I came back up to standing.

"That metal of yours is tougher than I thought."

I believed that he could cut through it. He was holding back, trying to see what I could do. Looking for openings and assessing my fighting techniques. It was best to end this as quickly as possible without exposing too many moves to him.

Itook the initiative and dashed towards him, watching him closely. He swung his sword low and I caught it, turning the heat reactor in my palm on, scorching though the metal until the blade melted and the top half clattered to the ground. The samurais eyes widened and I swung with my left hand, punching him right in the jaw. He flew into a building across the street.

I watched him rise with ease. He removed his helmet and mask, before wiping at the blood at the corner of his mouth. He smirked, revealing twin short blades that he had behind his back, sheathed on his waist.

"I think you cracked my jaw." His flesh was pasty blue, his features covered in old burns. His head had been completely scorched, leaving it a brittle dome. The entirety of his left side was scarred with burns as well. It didn't appear that his left eye was even functioning. "You're not half bad."

Before I could retort, he came at me, swinging both blades swiftly, with practice. One caught me on the arm, cutting a decent gash into the metal of my forearm. I continued to dodge, trying to find an opening.

I ducked a stroke aimed for my head and quickly swung my left leg out. He jumped impressively high and came down with both blades. I easily sprung out of the way and aimed my incinerator cannons at him.

He came up behind me and I turned, catching the short blade that he intended to plow through my center. His eyes widened a fraction before he swung up with his left, intending to cut the arm holding his other sword at bay. I caught his wrist and twisted it, until the bone fractured leaving him unable to use the appendage any longer.

He growled low at the pain, releasing the sword I held and jumping back.

I easily snapped the blade.

"The fire. Did you think I would fear it, or was it simply a distraction?"

"I wondered if it would as I thought to use it as a distraction."

"I see."

I rushed towards him and he braced himself.

"Machine gun blows!"

He blocked two, but fell prey to the rest.

He staggered, I felt my hits break a few ribs which was the result of his wheezing.

Surprising me, he ran at me and struck me in the shoulder with a tanto blade. I caught him by the throat before he could back away. He bloody lips were pressed in a small smile.

"What is so funny? You have lost."

"I know." He coughed, and wheezed, his face pinching with discomfort. "It's been a long time since I've had such a good fight. Everyone else has been too slow. Finished in one or two strokes of my sword."

"You are lucky I arrived here and not my sensei. He would have finished you with one punch."

"You have a teacher, huh?" He smiled. "You're right though, I'm glad I fought his disciple if only for the chance to show off a little."

I quirked my head. "Incinerate."

I dropped the corpse of the samurai and removed the tanto blade. I felt as though he wanted to perish by fire. I wasn't sure why. He was a peculiar enemy and a very skilled swordsman. It caused me to wonder how Atomic Samurai would have fared against him.

I looked up, my sensors picking up life forms. The ones would could not be safely evacuated from the scene were slowly emerging from the shops they had taken cover in, as well as the ones who had sought shelter where they could out in the open.

"The samurai has been defeated." I told them. "You are safe now."

The onlookers sighed with relief and cheered the next second. I nodded to show my appreciation and made my way down the street hoping to avoid the reporter and anyone else.

Once I could clear the street, and the people beginning to stream onto it now that the monster was defeated, I had every intention of racing back to City Z.

…..0000….

It took a little longer than I would have liked with fans coming up to speak with me and the reporter trying to get an interview with me, which I strongly refused, but I managed to clear the crowd and began my dash towards sensei.

I didn't get far before a small boy suddenly tripped, after racing around a corner, and fell directly into my path.

I skidded to a stop and pulled the boy up; he had envelopes clutched in his tiny fists.

"Are you injured?"

He dusted himself off. "No. Thank you mister." When he looked up his mouth fell open and he dropped his letters. "You're Mr. Genos!"

"Yes." I looked about and didn't see an adult figure accompanying the boy on the empty streets. "You shouldn't be out on your own."

"I was just coming to see you, Mister Genos!" He collected the envelopes and thrust them at me. "Can you help me get theses to Mr. Saitama?"

I peered at the letters. They appeared to be fan letters for sensei. Judging by the boys smile I didn't think they were hate mail so I accepted them.

"I just saw you on the news beating that samurai monster. When you got him, I ran out to find you. Mommy won't send my letters to Mr. Saitama. She says he's a fraud. I don't know what that means, but she always looks angry when she says it or when I ask about him, so I don't think it's a nice word. Mommy thinks he's bad because of other people."

I clenched the letters. "Your mother is a liar. You are wise at such a young age to understand that and continued to admire sensei. He is no fraud."

"I've seen him beat a monster myself and he was so cool! He got it in once punch. Mom doesn't believe me though."

"Your mother sounds irresponsible. I wonder if I should speak to her about spreading lies to her son and probably others about sensei."

"My mommy's not at home right now." The boy said. "She's at work, so my grandma Mimi is watching me. I should get back home before she starts looking for me. I left without telling her."

"There have been many monster attacks recently, so I shall walk you home." I started in the direction he had come from.

"Oh, cool!" The boy jumped and followed me, walking in step beside me. "I have more letters at home, will you give him those too?"

"Yes. It would please sensei to receive a thoughtful letter from someone who understands what a great hero he is."

"You keep calling him, sensei." The young boy pointed out. "Is he a teacher?"

"I am sensei's disciple." I clarified. "He is teaching me how to become strong like he is. Every day I learn something new to improve myself. Sensei is the wisest man I know. He doesn't even have to try most times, helpful and insightful information is spoken on a daily basis."

"Oh, wow!" He exclaimed with wide, enthralled eyes. "I want to be his disciple too."

"How old are you…" I hadn't heard this boy's name yet. "What's your name?"

"Kyo. I'm six years old, Mr. Genos!"

"You are quite young now Kyo, but maybe when you are older and worthy, sensei will teach you too."

"You are so lucky, Mr. Genos, to be friends with him. What's Mr. Saitama like?"

"Sensei is the strongest man I have ever met. I truly believe that he is the strongest man in the world. He is insightful and relaxed. He takes bargain sales very seriously and he is a great friend to those who take the time to get to know him. He is righteous and fair and a sensible hero who doesn't think about threat levels. Being a hero is important to him and he is the best one."

As we continued on to his home Kyo asked how we became friends and I explained how I first met Sensei, regaling the tale of the terrible mosquito woman who I had underestimated too how sensei had come and killed her before I could self-destruct. I told him how I asked to be his disciple and how we joined the hero registry. We reached his home before I could tell him about moving into sensei's apartment.

He opened the door and called out to his grandmother saying he had a guest.

His grandmother appeared in the hallway with tears in her eyes. "Kyo! Oh my goodness, boy, I was about to call the police. You were supposed to be in your room playing."

"Sorry, Grandma Mimi." Kyo could barely make out through the tight hug the woman had him in. "After the people on the news said it was over, I went to my room to get some of the letters that I wrote for Mr. Saitama. Then I climbed out the window. I know I shouldn't have left without saying anything."

Mimi held the boy at arm's length. "I'm just glad you're safe, but don't think I won't be having a long talk with you about this or that I won't be telling your mother."

"Awe, grandma, don't tell mom."

Grandma Mimi got to her feet with the boy in hand. "Thank you for bring him home, Mr…oh, weren't you just on the t.v?"

Kyo grinned at me. "It's Mr. Genos, Grandma Mimi, he's gonna help me get my letters to Mr. Saitama."

"Oh. Well, since Kyo has caused you so much trouble and you brought him home safe, why don't you come in for a bit." His grandmother eyed he grandson with mild disapproval. "I had just put the water on for the taiyaki I had made for this little trouble maker, when I had went to go fetch him for the snack I had prepared."

Kyo grinned sheepishly. "Grandma Mimi's taiyaki is the best!"

Before I could politely decline, Kyo grabbed my hand and pulled me further into the house.

It was already after ten. Sensei would have made breakfast before I could return, so I decided it would alright if I accepted their offer and stayed for a bit.

….0000….

I hadn't meant to stay till after one.

Grandma Mimi excused herself from the kitchen after setting out the tea and taiyaki to retire to the living room. While we ate, I decided to continue from earlier and explain how I moved into sensei's apartment. When I was finished, Kyo said that he enjoyed my stories. I told him how sensei didn't like to be told long stories or explanations. That he preferred things to be condensed to twenty words or less. I sighed and told him how it was challenging at times, but that every now and then sensei wouldn't mind if I trailed off into a rant and how I enjoyed those times.

Kyo laughed at this and asked if I could tell him about the incident with the comet. Then the Sea King and even the Alien ship. He wanted to know what really happened, because he was clever enough to release that the news had told lies once more about sensei.

It was pleasant to sit with someone and speak of sensei so freely and honestly.

I might have spoken too long, but he never stopped me and Grandma Mimi never interrupted even long after we had eaten.

When I finished explaining about Boros, I looked to see what time it was, figuring I had spent about an hour with him and feeling it was time to head out, only to find that I had spent about two and half hours talking with the boy.

Kyo handed me five more letter that he retrieved from his room when I informed him that I had to be going.

"I wish I could meet him." He said, his eyes bright and yet, a touch mournful, before they brightened once more. "I'm gonna start training right now!"

"That is a very wise decision." I told him. "I shall keep an eye out for you in the near future, Kyo. Sensei trained every day for three years and became very strong, maybe you could gain half his strength, at least, if you follow his lead. He ate three meals a day. Just a banana is fine for breakfast. Then he would do one hundred pushups, sits ups, and squats, followed by a ten kilometer run. If you become bald, it is working."

Kyo nodded with a giggle. "Got it! Thank you, Mr. Genos."

I gave a firm nod and walked to the door. "You do not live particularly far from sensei, maybe if he and I are in the neighborhood one day, we shall visit."

"Oh, wow!" Kyo beamed. "That would awesome, Mr. Genos."

"Grandma Mimi is sleeping." I said at the foot of the living room. "It would be rude to wake her. Tell her I said thank you for the great hospitality."

Kyo gave a giant nod. "Sure thing!"

"I need to be heading home now. I may be able to make it for lunch if I hurry. I shall get your letters to sensei, Kyo. Be sure to continue to ignore the lies of the adults and news castors about him. I know sensei will appreciate your kind words. Have a good afternoon and train hard." I bowed at the waist and went to the door, opening it.

"I will. And thank you Mr. Genos for everything today! Bye!"

I raced out the door and down the street towards City Z.

…..0000…..

But I ended up at Professor Kuseno's.

Ten minutes from the city I received a call from the good doctor about my special request upgrade being ready. I wanted to make it to sensei, but the upgrade I asked for was because of sensei and I wanted to test it as soon as possible.

I regarded the gash on my arm from the fight with the samurai. It would make sense to go for the upgrade and to have the doctor look over my damages from the fight to see what parts he needed to make or order. Most were things I was sure wouldn't take much time or work to solve another day.

I arrived at the doctors just before two and after a simple greeting he manually put me into sleep mode for the upgrade.

When I opened my eyes again, from having been manually awakened by Dr. Kuseno, I found that two hours had passed.

I sat upright and reached for the professor's hand. He understood what I wanted and met me half way, letting me test the upgrade.

I turned his hand over, already the sensors in my palm and finger tips picking up on the heightened sense of feeling. Before I felt touch, but there wasn't much detail to texture or softness. Now, I could feel the veins beneath his skin pulsing with life and the callous from making parts nearly his entire life. I roamed over dry skin and the creases that lined his fingers and palm. I could even feel the temperature more accurately than before. I scanned his body for a more accurate rating, thinking that it felt slightly below temperature. It was ninety-five point three degrees Fahrenheit. It wasn't low enough to cause concern.

"How does it feel?" He asked.

"Amazing, professor. The new touch sensory software in my palms feels as though it has been heightened one hundred percent. The detail I can feel now is much greater than it was before. Thank you." I released his hand and raised my gaze to meet his.

"I am glad you are happy with it. Though, don't forget about my earlier warnings. Be sure to lower the settings before going into battle. Thirty percent should be as it was before. At its heighten state, if your hands were to be injured, it could be painful and I wouldn't wish that upon you after all I have done to prevent you from feeling such sensations. You've been through quite enough already."

I gave a firm nod. "I understand."

"I checked over your injuries you mentioned, while the program downloaded." He began. "I'm not worried about the shallow scratch on your back, I think it'll be fine to leave that alone. The cut to your shoulder went pretty deep though. It didn't cause any serious harm to any of your inner workings too deeply and I've already started on the mold to replace your plate. I fixed the circuits that were nicked and reassembled the working in your arm as well. That gash is fairly deep, but it'll take a week at least to replace that piece."

"Do not worry about it too much, professor. I do not think these minor damages will be a problem. Thank you for repairing the mild malfunctions to my inner circuits. The Ancient Samurai's demonstrated skilled swordsmanship and his speed matched my own. He was a strange foe. He fought fiercely, but in the end I would have guessed that he wanted to die. By the very fire that scarred him even. It was the first battle I left feeling rather conflicted about my victory."

"Well, I suppose that is because even some monsters have a conscious and empathy. It's rare, but I do believe there are a few. Particularly one as old as himself, if he truly lived all those years. Time changes people, especially, that much time. He may have just been looking for an advisory greater than him to defeat him and end his eternal suffering."

I contemplated that.

"And how is Saitama?" The doctor inquired after a minute or two, pulling over a chair. "Are things well between you two?"

"Yes. Things have been more than well." I paused a moment. "I have spoken to you before of the matter, but it was indirectly related to sensei at the time. I do have something I would like to discuss with you, but it very much directly concerns sensei and information I am not yet sure he would like to make public to others."

"Surly it isn't something you need to keep secret from me." He smiled. "Who would I tell?"

"You are right. As long as you do not repeat what I shall say, it should be alright. There has been a progression that has led me to yet another inquiry that has been troubling me concerning sensei."

"Go ahead then. Tell me everything."

"Not long after I became acquainted with sensei, we were interrogating the armored gorilla who worked for the founder behind the House of Evolution, Dr. Genus, when sensei proclaimed that he 'wasn't interested in dudes'. This was a misunderstanding on sensei' part when the armored gorilla informed us that his creator wished to possess sensei's body. He meant for research to understand and harvest the origin of sensei's immense strength, which I clarified for him. After my conversation with sensei a week ago that you advised me to have on my new feelings and his towards me, sensei agreed to trial dating me. He is more comfortable calling it trial running right now. Since we have begun, things have been very much the same and yet very different. We have kissed on multiple occasions and I have helped sensei reach sexual release on three occasions. Still, his words from then have weighed on me since we began our trial run and I have found myself reluctant to bring it to sensei's attention in fear that he then would wish to cancel the progression of our trial run."

The professor sat in thought for a solid two minutes before he spoke. "People are engineered from birth to think that being heterosexual is the way of life. But often some realize that this is not what they seek and they are either homosexual or bisexual or transgender or such. Saitama is no different. I do not think he feels disgust or anger towards being known as any term, but I do believe it is just an idea that has never come to mind for him. You've told me that he mentioned to you that he has never dated before, like yourself. He just received that fleeting kiss from his class mate before she left town."

"That is correct."

"He did not like this young girl romantically and he hasn't felt that way about anyone male or female before or since. So maybe he just hasn't met the person who attracts him. I cannot say for certain, I would need to observe you two more, but from what you have told me and from what I saw when he was here, you two share a special relationship. You understand each other and care for each other. He didn't once shy away from your touch or assistance and he expressed a fine and positive belief in your judgment. Maybe the one who makes Saitama care and feel is you and you are the same Genos. So I'm sure you are both sharing similar thoughts and struggles as you progress. I don't think you have any reason to worry over his earlier comment. That was long before he had gotten to really know you and care for you. The best thing to do is for you to communicate your thoughts to him. That is what helps build a strong relationship. Especially if you ever wish to move forward from your trial run."

The professor smiled gently at me as I thought on his words. Patiently, he waited for my reply.

"Thank you professor. You have eased my mind on the matter and naturally you are correct. It is best when I am honest with sensei and when we discuss any problems or uncomfortable scenarios that arise. I shall bring my query to his attention soon and once the matter is resolved, I shall update you once more on our progress since you have been such a great help."

The professor chuckled and then grew somber. "I am happy for you Genos, truly my boy, but I do hope that this new found relationship does not draw your attentions away from other matters. You have your hero work and your goal to Saitama as well. You have been very busy with other mattes."

Iinstantly grew solemn."If you speak of my mission to track and eliminate the mad cyborg, I have not forgotten, professor. With the body and strength you have given me and the wise teachings of sensei, he shall be defeated by my own hands."


I found out yesterday, that according to the anime (I was re-watching it) that City M is not as close as I thought it was due to the manga. If you guys remember, when Saitama and Genos meet King after doing some shopping, it's in City M, so I assumed it was close. I don't know if it's a difference in the anime or they just didn't mind traveling so far for things. I got a pretty decent look at the map in the anime and the distance it similar to North pole/South pole. But I just decided to stick with City M since it was in my head for so long.

Originally I was just gonna briefly talk about Genos' fight, but then I realized this is a OPM fiction and I should detail a fight for once, cause I've glossed over a lot of them. I'm not very good at fight scenes and that's why I've done that, but I hope it was decent enough. Almost wanted to go back to my original plan and scrap it, but I liked my Samurai guy.

I hope you enjoyed Genos' time with Kyo. Genos meeting a fan of Saitama's came to mind for this Genos-centric chapter, but it actually went on longer than I planned, so I hope it was entertaining.

Sorry there is so much follow up tidbits. I have a weird habit of needing to explain myself. Please bear with me.

Lastly, I would like to reply to my guest reviewer, Talltree-san: I am very happy to hear from you again. I hope your road trip was fun. I'm glad you enjoyed the Genos/Sonic scene and yes, I do plan to have him come back in another chapter. I have an idea of how I might do that. Thanks again for your review!