Thanks for the reviews and your continued support.

You know when I said I planned ten chapters, but depending on what happens I might write more? Well, considering this is chapter 7, I think I still have a decent amount of chapters left to write (Aka not only 3 more). Yay?

Edit: Fanfiction servers are fucky apparently so I have reuploaded chapter 7. Hopefully that works.

Tatsumaki loved sleep.

Who wouldn't? A nice, calm break from reality, where your body relaxes and so does your mind. Tatsumaki loved killing monsters, but even she needed a break at the end of the day. Sometimes, the blood and gore was a bit much. After all, even if she was made to kill, she wasn't born that way.

Of course, her sleep got significantly better when she finally conquered her nightmares and dreams. It had been hard fought, but eventually through some unknown means she now was able to rest in a blissful, dreamless peace. Perhaps it was due to her sheer willpower, or maybe Mr. Reality was finally doing something good to her for once.

As Tatsumaki awoke back to the frantic and chaotic reality that was her life, she did so with a feeling of tenseness and great despair, which was odd. She frowned. Something bad had happened, but she couldn't quite recall what it was.

A sudden loud chop rang out through her house, and she suddenly remembered what exactly had caused her to awake with such emotions.

"BALDY!" She screeched, and shot out of her room with lightning speed. She made sure to keep below the speed of sound - god forbid if she unleashed a shockwave upon her own house - as she raced to the kitchen.

"Huh?" Saitama said, turning around in confusion. Standing in his hero costume, with an apron far too small on his chest, he was busy stir frying beef in the pan - her pan, which also cost over ¥30000. A.K.A, a pan way too expensive for him to be touching.

"What. Are. You. DOING!?" She yelled, her blood pressure already spiking up in the early morning. She was glad she was at the top penthouse of the building. No neighbours to accidentally burst their eardrums.

"Making breakfast?" Saitama replied blankly, frowning a bit. What did this woman want? He was making breakfast for her with the premium beef he bought using her kitchen - oh, he saw why she was mad now.

"Remember what I said about using the kitchen? About how I would BLOW YOUR HANDS OFF IF YOU SO TOUCHED- mphh!" Tatsumaki's rant was interrupted mid speech when a choice piece of meat and vegetables were shoved into her mouth. She stared at him, incredulous and shocked, while her mouth subconsciously chewed.

"It's good, right?" Saitama said, looking at her and trying to evaluate her reactions. He was unaware of how dangerously close he was to having the apartment building demolished.

Was being the keyword.

"Yeah." Tatsumaki blurted out, before slapping her hands over her mouth. Unconsciously, she swallowed, the flavour from the beef and assorted vegetable stir fry soaking into her mouth. Surprisingly, it was really tasty. The food was hot and fresh, and more importantly, it wasn't cooked by her. Who knew how good food was when it was cooked by someone else?

"Nice. I was thinking it needed a pinch more salt, but since I usually don't use spices in my cooking I-" Saitama was cut off by a very embarrassed and confused esper. She pointed a shaking finger at his face.

"L-listen! I did not just compliment your cooking, ok!?" Tatsumaki said, trying to muster an angry voice, but failing to do so. Goddammit, why did she have to say that she liked his food? Now she couldn't be mad at him. Well, it wouldn't make sense to be mad at him, in a sense. (Hah.)

"But you did?" Saitama cocked his head to side, staring at her as if she had short term memory loss.

"I-you- you forced me to eat it!" She yelled, outraged. She was trying to find some justification for actually enjoying his food, which clearly was something she should not be doing. No way on hell would she ever give this bald fuck the slightest bit of satisfaction. Never.

"You were the one who chewed and swallowed." Saitama shot back, a smug grin forming on his face as Tatsumaki gaped and tried to come back with another point but evidently was failing to do so.

"You- you little- ARGH!" She yelled, before promptly moving back to her bedroom at near subsonic speeds. A gust of wind blew 'Saitama's' apron back, the small green and white thing hitting his chin. He stood there blankly for a second, before smiling.

"Honestly? I didn't think that would work." Saitama said, scratching his head as he talked to himself. He was just glad that woman shut up. Can't a man make breakfast in peace?

Breakfast was a tense affair.

Tatsumaki had emerged from her room, refreshed and acting as if nothing had happened. Though she did tell him that using her kitchen was a one time only experience and that he should thank his lucky stars that she hadn't seriously maimed him. To which Saitama responded that she was being a big brat and Tatsumaki responded by almost throwing him out the window.

Luckily, the delicious aroma of Saitama's cooking wafted through and both remembered a very important event in the morning. Saitama was eager to eat, and even Tatsumaki was after a very loud and audible growl emerged from her stomach.

For the second time that day, she told him to forget the past 10 seconds.

As they dined, Saitama looked out the gorgeous floor to ceiling window that revealed a spectacular view of A City. The sky was clear, and he could see for miles around. In the distance, a faint trail of smoke emerged from some buildings.

Saitama sighed. Another monster attack.

A small clink of cutlery drew his attention to the other person sitting at the table.

Saitama decided to break the ice. "You actually finished it." He stated, surprised.

"Hmph. As if I liked it. It's food, and it's fresh. Honestly, the fact that it isn't poisoned or undercooked is a miracle, because as I understand this food comes from a certain annoying bald headed-"

"Oh, c'mon. Quit with the bald insults." Saitama groaned, clutching his head. His poor, poor head. Why did everyone make fun of it? Sure, on really sunny days it shone like polished brass but was it really that shocking of an attribute for him to possess?

"Nope. They'll keep coming until the sun stops shining from your dome." She smirked, an evil smile gracing her lips. Maybe if she tortured him enough, he would convince Sitch to opt out of the partner program.

Tatsumaki sighed as she examined her fork. She didn't want to admit it, but the food was actually pretty good. It was a lot different than what she usually ate for breakfast - who eats stir fry for breakfast? - but she wasn't about to pass up on food conveniently placed in front of her. Time was money, or in her eyes, monster blood. She didn't want to waste any time getting her own food.

In all honesty, she was just surprised that he knew how to cook. Being the dunce that he was, she didn't expect him to actually have any redeeming life skills.

"You know, I have a wok. That's what people usually cook stir fry in, right?" Tatsumaki said, aimlessly twirling a fork in the air.

"Yeah, but I couldn't find it. Didn't want to wake you up with all the pots and pans clanging together." Saitama stated, turning his attention back to the window.

"That's… quite considerable of you? But really? Beef stir fry? And why make breakfast?"

"I use what I buy. Plus, it was good, right? I think that's good enough of a reason." Saitama shrugged.

"Alright, but why did you make breakfast for me?" Tatsumaki asked, confused. He had to be getting something out of this, right? No one willingly did things for others for free, especially to people who hated them… Well, no one at least semi-intelligent. Givers and saints were myths and the ones who did exist usually died tragically.

Like Saitama… She thought, before quickly shaking her head.

"I was doing you a favour. I was cooking breakfast, so why not make some more for you? Plus, you look like you haven't touched protein in a year. You probably need it." Saitama said, shaking his head at her lithe frame.

"I'll have you know my diet works perfectly fine. I drink plenty of milk. That's close enough." Tatsumaki stated, huffing. She raised a glass of water and placed it at her lips.

Saitama frowned. "Maybe the reason why your growth is so stunted is because you've been starving yourself of essential nutrients. Though I must say, your little pajamas are pretty cute."

Tatsumaki almost sprayed water all over the table.

"... And that makes what little positive thought of you disappear instantly. Thank you. I was actually having a hard time hating you for a second." She stated, getting up and flipping him the bird. Saitama seemed not to notice it, choosing to pick his nose with a mirroring finger.

"Alright, I'm going to go kill big bad demon and dragon level monsters. You can go around and search for the little wolves and tigers to perhaps injure and - oh shit." She groaned, slapping her forehead. She forgot - they had to take down monsters together.

Why, Sitch? Why!?

"Don't worry, I can handle myself." Saitama replied, shrugging.

Judging by Tatsumaki's expression, she did not believe him in the slightest.

Tatsumaki and her partner - she grimaced at the word - exited her penthouse, making their way towards one of the elevators.

As the elevator arrived, she remembered a question she wanted to ask.

"Why'd you shove the food into my mouth, anyway?" She asked. She was still pondering whenever or not to seriously harm him for daring to violate her in such a way, but she supposed that letting that action slide would repay him for breakfast.

"Huh?" Saitama said, scratching his head. "Oh, I saw that from a manga I read. I just wanted you to shut up."

A dull thud was heard as an esper's head made contact with the metal door.

Just one month.

"Target spotted, 2 kilometers east of the mall." Genos stated to his partner, who nodded.

"From what intel I have gathered, this demon class monster's quite the nuisance. According to what the H.A has seen of him, he likes killing people wearing business suits. Something to do with his wife and a C.E.O." Tank Top Master replied, holding up a binocular and staring to the distance.

"Genos, I don't think it'll need two of us to take this guy out. But for the sake of our partnership, I suggest we team up to destroy him."

Genos nodded. While he didn't really give a shit about public opinion of him, he needed to gain more information on the S Class. Seeing Tank Top Master's fighting style and moves up close would allow for much better data collection.

Wordlessly, he blasted off in the distance, becoming a streak of fire in the sky. Tank Top Master sighed.

"Damn, he didn't even let me explain the benefits of the tanktop to him."

Fubuki was not having a good day.

One day out of the hospital she's immediately attacked by some rampaging demon class who insists that Mountain Ape raped his wife.

What the fuck?

"I'll take care of him for you, my lady!" Lily, her faithful subordinate, replied. She lunged at the monster with her nunchucks, the weapon spinning rapidly around her hand.

"Wait, that's a demon level-" Fubuki reached out her hand to try to use her esp to drag her back, but it was too late.

Lily's scream of pain cut her off as Lily was flung into a nearby wall, cratering it on impact. Blood oozed out of her abdominals - luckily, it didn't look too deep.

"Shit! They got Lily! This is why we need to stick together as a team!" Lashes replied in a panic, motioning for the group to get into Delta Formation.

Delta formation was one of many battle plans Fubuki had drawn up when the group was training together. Delta formation in particular was designed specifically to counter one strong opponent - like a demon level monster.

With Delta formation, the strong and physical fighters would surround the monster, with the ranged attackers standing behind. The physical fighters would rush and surround the monster in the middle, attempting to overwhelm it. Attackers in the back would provide supporting fire, and Fubuki herself would use her esp powers to either buff certain fighters or drag wounded out of the fray. The goal was to constantly attack the monster in the middle - chipping at its defence and leaving it no time to respond.

Of course, it seemed like a great plan on paper. During a real battle?

Absolute carnage.

"You know, I thought businessmen had a little bit of intelligence." The monster stated arrogantly, throwing the last member of her group into a wall. The vast majority of her "Blizzard Group" ironically lay on the ground, skin burnt and face blackened.

"Why would you ever think it was a good idea to mob a fire monster, especially one as powerful as me?"

Fubuki backed up hesitantly. Demons were usually out of her skill range.

Quite literally and figuratively, she was up against a wall. She could call for help from her sister, but then her sister would be the one breaking her bones instead of the monster. Or, she could try to fight this monster and probably be killed.

Choices, choices.

Choosing the second option, she concentrated on the thing's neck. Tilting her hand to the side, the neck began to turn with her hand. Cracking and popping, it slowly moved.

"Aghhh- what the fuck - eerrrgh!" He groaned out, his neck muscles bulging as he started slowly forcing his neck back into shape.

Fubuki increased her output, but it wasn't enough. With a resounding crack, it snapped back into place.

"Alright, now since that failed, it's my turn to try to kill you." He stated, looming over her. Twice the size of a human and with his skin shiny and crimson red, he was quite the terror. In the center of his chest was a huge gaping hole, with a large floating fireball in the middle. That seemed to be the source of his fire generation.

"It's been too long since I've had roast businessmen. Or businesswoman I suppose, in your case."

Suddenly, a massive stone hand erupted out of the ground, swallowing his body. It constricted, the stone turning to dust as it crushed itself against the monster.

A burst of flames shot through the cracks, but it quickly died down as more and more rocks were gathered to seal the cracks and replenish the hand.

Miming the motions with her hand, Fubuki made a fist. Sweat trickled down her forehead as her hand struggled and twitched as the rock hand struggled to hold the monster tight. With a grunt of exertion, her hand closed. The rock hand suddenly slammed inwards, shedding tons of rocks. The monster stopped thrashing.

"Too close…" She muttered, sliding down against the wall. She took a moment to take a breath. A demon, huh? Was she getting stronger now?

The closed rock fist stood tall in front of her, the new gravestone of this demon class creature. She hadn't even caught his name. Not that she would forget this creature, though. Finally, her first demon kill!

Then the rock melted.

"UGH! Where did all the monsters go!?" Tatsumaki sighed in exasperation, landing down in yet another pile of monster bodies.

"I think they're dead." Saitama pointed out, nimbly stepping around the monster bodies so as not to dirty his boots.

"Wait… you have EYES that you can see with!? OF COURSE THE'YRE FUCKING DEAD YOU IDIOT!" Tatsumaki yelled in anger.

Saitama blinked. "Why'd you ask then?"

Tatsumaki groaned, opting to release her anger on a monster corpse. Shredding it to bits, she reveled in seeing the huge carcass being torn to shreds. If only that was the body of the bald idiot she was stuck with…

One could hope.

"My point was… How come I can't find any monsters!? Every single one I've found is dead! Half of these don't even have scratches on them!" Tatsumaki said, pointing at a smaller mountain of corpses.

Saitama shrugged. "Maybe the monsters are having an off day." Bending down, his eyes lit up as he found a discarded purse next to a monster corpse.

Looking around, Tatsumaki shook her head as she scanned the distance, ignoring his stupid response. "No sign of a monster anywhere. I mean, they're probably out there, though with such a big focus on preventing collateral damage it's a lot harder to tell where they are. No big explosions or smoking cities."

"That's a shitty way of finding monsters. Don't you have a phone or something?" Saitama said, bending down and inspecting the wallet in the purse.

"Shitty? Right, tell that to my number 1 spot of overall monster kills. A B-Class like you would dream to just have a fraction of my kills. Hell, I've never seen you fight. Do you have any kills at ALL?"

"Just cause you've been in the hero business for longer doesn't mean your practice is better, you know." Saitama said, matching the face in the driver's license to the horribly mutated monster. Surprisingly, their ugly face carried over through both forms.

Ugly stays ugly, he supposed.

"Hmph! And what do you do? Watch the fucking news channel to find monsters?" Tatsumaki shot back, though she was surprised he was capable of actually providing half decent arguments.

"Actually, I do." Saitama's eyes brightened with glee as he realized that the monster used to own the wallet and purse. Wait, wasn't robbing was a criminal offense? Shoot. Did it also include monsters?

Unfortunately for anyone living in a 1 block radius, he accidentally triggered Tatsumaki, and her vocal cords.

Tatsumaki nearly exploded. "WHAT!? HOW DO YOU CALL YOURSELF A HERO IF ALL YOU DO IS SIT ON YOUR ASS AND WAIT FOR DISASTERS TO HAPPEN!?" She yelled, anger boiling through her veins.

"Eh? Saitama said, cleaning his ear as he pocketed the cash from the wallet. He was too busy having a mental debate about his morals - does he desecrate a once human monster and also possibly commit a crime for some quick cash? - to listen to Tatsumaki's outburst. (In the end, he decided, fuck it, he already stripped some monster raw of her seaweed so why not partake in more possible crimes?)

Tatsumaki was about to verbally assault the infuriating man when an alarm bell chimed in her head. The physic kind, specifically reserved for one person.

Speaking of infuriating… Her weakling sister was in danger. She would need to teach her another lesson. Preferably the last.

"I- You know what? I don't have fucking time for you. My sister's in danger. I'm going to save her." (And give her a lesson she'd never forget, she mentally added.) "You stay here. This looks like the work of King and Watchdog Man, so the monsters in the area are definitely all dead. You'll be safe, and I'll be rid of a nuisance for a couple minutes. Capisce?" She stated, starting to turn around.

"Wait." Saitama said, grabbing her arm.

"What do you want!?" Tatsumaki yelled, trying to yank her arm out of his grip. Her shoulder nearly dislocated.

"Look, I'm not sure what you get up to with your family, but judging from what I've seen, I can't let you be with you and your sister alone." He stated, reading right through her.

Tatsumaki winced at the sudden pain in her shoulder. "Excuse me!? Who are you to tell me what I do with my family-"

"I'm coming with you. Whenever you like it or not." Saitama said seriously, his face once again somehow becoming more defined immediately.

Tatsumaki recognized that face. The one where someone, inexplicably, it got her to fear him. The one of menacing power and of absolute certainty of death.

Though she would never admit it, she did NOT want to tangle with that face. Ever.

"Y-you know what!? Fine! But let go of me!" She stated, ripping her arm out of his hand. Luckily for her, he complied and her shoulder did not dislocate. She shook her wrist. It was a bit sore from his grip.

Sheesh. 50 on the physical was no joke.

"I'm gonna fly you up with me. Don't vomit or get scared." Tatsumaki put a finger up to her chin. "Actually, please do. Suffer as much as you want." She stated, before lifting him up by his cape and flying them both up in the air.

"I think I read in a cookbook somewhere that you should tenderize your meat before cooking it." The monster grinned, as Fubuki impacted the wall. Her physic shield saved her - but already, it was starting to crack.

"For shame. I thought the great Blizzard of Hell would pose a greater fight." He commented, as he picked her up by the hair and began swinging her.

"You sick bastard - I'm just buying time till help arrives!" Fubuki shouted, hands trying to pry his grip off her precious hair. Obviously, it amounted to nothing.

"Perhaps. But will help arrive in time? It takes me just 7 seconds to fully cook a human from raw to well done. 30, in your case. Your shields are quite pesky." He stated, slamming her into the ground.

Her shield shattered, and it did so visibly. If that thing had a mouth, it would've smiled.

"Perfect. You'll make a nice lunch. And, your comrades as well."

Fubuki braced herself for the fire that was sure to impact her body and cook her alive. Honestly, if her sister didn't make it in time, she wouldn't even be that disappointed. Death was a preferable alternative to the violence her sister was sure to inflict on her.

Especially after last time.

A bright light engulfed her head, making her close her eyes. This was it.

"My core is fully charged. I was going to burn you alive slowly, but my stomach is hungry!"

"Incinerate!"

A massive blast of fire shot out, barely missing her head. It blasted into the monster, blowing him away.

"I am not sure how you would eat her. You lack both a mouth and stomach." Genos replied, lowering his arm. The demon's smoking body fell to the ground, the fireball in the center slowly decreasing in size.

"Are you ok?" Genos stated, picking up Fubuki. His stoic expression turned into a slight grimace as he recognized her.

"Oh, it's you, Blizzard of Hell…" He said, before unceremoniously dropping her.

"Ow! Hey, be more careful!" She stated, before getting up and dusting herself off. "Don't you know how to treat a lady?"

Genos shook his head. "Perhaps if you were a normal civilian. But you are a hero, and a very annoying one at that."

"Hmph! Don't tell me that you don't enjoy my company!" Fubuki stated, before turning around and walking away.

"I don't. You act like a door to door salesman, constantly trying to recruit my Sensei. It is very irritating, trying to shoo you off."

Fubuki paused for a second as she felt something pang in her heart. Wait, what? Ah, she saw it now. She wasn't used to being rejected. That's it. Although, being rejected by a boy as pretty as him was kinda insulting.

"Yeah, well, soon your sensei will see the merits of joining our group. Perhaps you will, too. You know, I don't just visit to recruit your sensei. You're always welcome to join as well."

Genos blinked. "My answer is no."

Fubuki scowled. "You've made that quite clear."

A scuffling nearby drew their attention.

"Must… kill…" The monster weakly stated, waking up and vision coming back to him. Smoke curled off his body, and he was badly burnt. Ironic, wasn't it.

"Kill… business woman!" He lunged at Fubuki's foot. She kicked him off.

"What're you waiting for? Finish him!" Fubuki stated, pointing at Genos.

"... My sensors detect a large amount of flammable-"

"Just kill him!"

Wordlessly, Genos decided to comply, perhaps to shut her up, or display her inferiority. He aimed an arm at the monster. His incineration cannon roared to life and began to charge up energy.

"Perhaps I ended it too early. Tank Top Master was supposed to assist me, but I suppose it's too late for that now." Genos said, before blasting the monster with a beam of flames. It hit the monster directly in the chest, suddenly reigniting the flame inside. His eyes widened.

"GET BACK!" Genos stated, suddenly, shielding his face with his arms. A massive fireball erupted from the monster's corpse, engulfing both of them. Luckily for Genos, he sustained no damage. Kuseno's custom alloys could withstand far greater heat. Fubuki, on the other hand...

"TANK TOP TACKLE!" Tank Top Master screamed, emerging out of the blue. He launched into the monster's corpse, splattering it to pieces.

"Oh. It's dead already." He stated, getting up and wiping himself off. He stared around at the scene before him. The monster hadn't done much damage, but a large amount of sidewalk trees were on fire and so were a couple buildings. Yikes, the collateral damage this was causing was not nice.

"My sensors detected a large amount of flammable substances on its body, but I think it was already dead after my first shot."

Tank Top Master looked surprised. "Really? You beat it with one blast? You're pretty strong."

Genos shook his head. "I believe it was already weakened by its previous combatant, Blizzard of Hell. Speaking of which…"

He turned around, and stared at the comatose esper on the ground. Her body was burnt, though he couldn't tell the extent of it. Tank Top Master shook his head.

"I'll deal with the collateral damage. You deal with the injured. Especially those two." Tank Top Master pointed at the two injured females, Lily and Fubuki.

"Tank Top Blow!" Tank Top Master yelled, sucking in a huge amount of air into his chest. With one massive exhale, he blew it all out in a massive gust of wind, drowning out all the fire.

Genos really wanted to stay and document all the moves and techniques Tank Top Master had, but the injured came first. Maybe if he was fast enough, he could come back and watch.

He picked up Fubuki and as much as her group as he could, lifting them on his back. For Fubuki, he gingerly held her up bridal style, unknowing and uncaring of the compromising position that he held her in. It was one of the more safer and efficient ways to transport an injured person.

It had taken Genos 4 trips to bring the entirety of the Blizzard Group to the hospital. The doctor's weren't too happy - after all, they had just been discharged a day or two ago. The nurses, on the other hand…

"OMG! You're Demon Cyborg, the handsome cyborg hero!" A nurse squealed, excitedly pulling out a slip of paper.

"I heard from the other nurses that you were here, but I didn't believe it!" She fumbled around her pockets for a pen, before finally pulling one out.

Genos blinked at her. "What do you want?"

"Uhmm… would it trouble you, if, ah…. Can I get your autograph?" She said, blushing in embarrassment as she held the slip of paper and pen out.

"Sure." Genos said, quickly writing his name down and handing back the slip of paper. The nurse squealed again and ran off.

"Man, how come girls never do that to me?" Saitama said, walking towards Genos.

Tatsumaki almost burst out laughing. "PFFFT! As if they would ask for an autograph from a shitty B Class like you!"

Genos turned around, surprised. "Tornado and Sensei. What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to visit my sister, and this idiot decided to tag along." Tatsumaki said, pointing a thumb at Saitama.

"Who the hell even is your sister?" Saitama asked, curious.

"Blizzard of Hell."

Saitama's face turned into a grimace. "What!? On second thought, I don't want to visit her."

Tatsumaki frowned at him. "What's the problem? You were so gung ho about not trusting me with my own family. And now you're backing out. Wimp. Coward. Egghead!"

"Hey, that last insult isn't even related to the other two!" Saitama complained, annoyed.

"An insult's an insult." Tatsumaki stated, before quirking an eyebrow at him. "Besides, what's the deal with my sister? You got beef with her or something?"

"Well… um…. She's very… annoying? Like you." Saitama said, scratching his head. She usually just sat in his house and complained to him about his living conditions and how he should join his group. Genos was the only thing that could shoo her away.

"What can I say? She learns from the best." Tatsumaki smirked. The group had now gone down the hall, and she was counting the numbers on the doors.

"128… 129… 130… 140. This is the room."

"Y'know, I'm just glad she hasn't really taken after you. Two psychotic women is more than enough." Saitama remarked, pushing open the door. Tatsumaki ignored his statement.

"Sorry, strong people only." Tatsumaki stated, sounding not apologetic at all. She pushed them both back.

Without further adieu, she entered the room.

"Fubuki… Fubuki… Fubuki… what it is now?" A slightly sinister voice called out to her, and Fubuki instantly snapped awake.

Fuck. Was all she managed to think before she flung up in the air, almost hitting the ceiling before dropping back down.

"Let's see… news report… demon class monster… Demon Cyborg and Tank Top Master? You really needed TWO S Class heroes to save your ass!?"

Fubuki grit her teeth. "You know those two are teamed."

"And you know you should've been strong enough to kill that monster." Tatsumaki sighed. "Honestly, what can I say? I'm just disappointed in you."

Fubuki's racing heart calmed down a little. Tatsumaki wasn't angry?

"Like I said, I'm disappointed in you. But more importantly, I'm disappointed in your group. Y'know, the supposed powerhouse and the group that will one day beat me." Tatsumaki let out a short laugh.

"As if. Which is why they are no longer your group."

Ice cold dread filled Fubuki. "What did you do?" She whispered out, her voice a whisper.

Tatsumaki smiled at her.

"What did you do? What did you do!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?" Fubuki nearly screamed, her voice rising in pitch and desperation.

"Let's just say… they won't be leaving this hospital anytime soon."

Something inside Fubuki snapped. Her sister had overboard - way too overboard. Rage and anger surged through her veins, and something inside her roared.

Breaking out of her sister's loose psychic binding, she swung a fist at her grinning sister's face.

To her surprise, it connected.

A loud thwap was heard as Tatsumaki's face tilted to the left.

"Nice punch. But I can do better." She said, smiling all the more.

Horror filled Fubuki's veins.

What had she done?

Fubuki groaned weakly as she held her stomach. Tatsumaki loomed over her.

The hospital room was completely trashed. Her IV had been ripped out, the monitors connecting to her had been destroyed, and the hospital bed had been embedded into the wall. The curtains had been drawn closed, of course - they were the only things untouched. Can't let anyone see the beatdown, right?

The hospital wouldn't question anything, especially with the large sum of money her lawyers were probably going to give. Plus, it would be suicide to interfere. No doctor would risk their high paying job for that.

"I'll admit that you have guts, to fight back." Tatsumaki sneered, raising her hand. "But you're pitifully weak. To fight in this case is like suicide."

"But I suppose that you're going down the right path. You're going to hate me, Fubuki, but that's going to give you strength. Strength to train, to fight, to get strong!"

"Now, it's time to go. You can rest at the training place. I'll be nice and put you to sleep right now." She moved her hand to Fubuki's forehead.

Suddenly, the door burst open and an angry looking Saitama barged through. "That's enough." He said, picking up Tatsumaki by the waist and holding her at the side. "We're out of here."

"HEY! LET ME GO!" Tatsumaki screamed, pounding at his chest. But for the life of her, she could not break out.

You know what? Fuck Sitch. She was gonna destroy him, right here and now.

"I SAID LET ME GO, YOU FAT SACK OF SHIT-"

Tatsumaki almost vomited. As soon as tried to rip this bald bitch into shreds, her brain physically recoiled. Nausea shot through her body.

Her brain throbbing and her stomach threatening to eject its contents, Tatsumaki lightly groaned and covered her mouth with her hand. What was happening? The last time this happened was when she was very young, when she was still testing the limits of her power. She had tried to lift the entire planet. To say that the feeling she got was overexertion was downplaying it.

A chill shot down her spine. It wasn't because she was afraid of what he was going to do. No, it was because somehow, the thought of lifting the planet seemed easier than ripping this guy to shreds.

But she couldn't run away in fear. No, she needed to kill this guy, right here and now. To prove that she really was the strongest, and that he really was just weak. She couldn't accept it any other way.

The only problem was, she couldn't.

"You… what the fuck are you? ARE YOU A MONSTER? I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, I SWEAR!" Tatsumaki roared.

"Genos. Take care of Fubuki." Saitama said in a stern voice, covering Tatsumaki's mouth with a hand.

"Of course, Sensei."

"MHMMHMHM MPHHMHPH MHMHMH!" Tatsumaki screamed furiously.

Fubuki sat on the ground in shock at the scene unraveling in front of her.

Genos threw a blanket over her, covering her completely. "I have taken care of her, master." He stated, looking somewhat pleased at completing his master's task.

Saitama sighed and wished he could pinch his nose.

Just one month.

Sorry for the late update, had some unexpected business to do.

Well, we're getting somewhere with the two. Tatsumaki tries to kill him, finds out she can't. Noob.

As always, don't be afraid to leave a review, comment, or flame (lol). Till next time!