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Bolded Italics - Character Thoughts
Saitama followed the old man inside a small, dimly lit room with a little twin-size bed in the center. Next to it was an operating table with scissors, stitches and a pile of black hair.
"Please lie down on the bed. I know it's nothing fancy, but I did the same procedure with Genos when he was being converted into cyborg. The hair I'm going to transplant on you is synthetic, and it has properties that mimic the likes of naturally grown hair. Once it's on you, It will stimulate hair growth, eventually replacing the synthetic ones I'm putting on you " Kuseno explained.
Saitama blanked out on the man as soon as he said "synthetic". He was easily bored by sophisticated language. Usually, he would call people out for doing that, but he didn't want the man operating him to give him a mohawk. Besides, Kuseno brought premium beef to his apartment in the past. He did as he was told and lay softly on the little bed.
"Rest easy. It'll be over in a minute" he cheerfully said.
()()()
Fubuki was excited when she woke up The Blizzard Bunch told her to arrive at the HQ at 1:00, so she searched for something to do. She first ate a delicious breakfast, stuffing herself with Eggs Benedict dressed in the sweetest hollandaise sauce she had ever tasted. After devouring over four of them, she felt full and not very lady-like. She was particularly happy that people came up to her and asked for her autograph. She was becoming more and more popular.
After seeing Saitama's strength, first from Garou and then from her sister, she knew that staying in B-Class wasn't going to make her stronger. She moved up to A-Class, holding a respectable rank of 15, with Saitama as rank 36.
She faced a lot more monsters than before, depending only on the Blizzard Bunch when necessary. In fact, all the members tried to be more independent. They were each growing at an exponential rate, pushing themselves beyond their limits.
She decided to go for a walk around one of the hotel's parks. The glaring sun burnt the back of her neck as she slowly walked along a little road surrounded by marshy green grass. Large trees enveloped her surroundings, with a couple of small benches scattered around the edge of the road. There was an empty playground to her left. Feeling too hot, she decided to sit in the shade under a couple of trees.
She hugged her knees as she thought about her past. She remembered when her parents decided to sell her to the laboratory when she was first able to telekinetically lift up a spoon. Back then, she really didn't mind. At least she can play with older sister. But to this day, she still remembered the pain she felt every time those sharp needles dug into her body. She still remembered that gleaming knife cutting through her back, leaving a thick scar implanted there for the rest of her life. Fubuki embraced her legs tighter, as if she still felt the agony.
Soon, it was time to go to the HQ. She quickly clouded her sad memories and replaced them with anticipatory ones. She couldn't wait to spend the day with her members. She quickly realized how her relationship changed with the group as soon as she met Saitama. That man completely altered her cold, rookie-crushing personality into… something she didn't really know. It still hurt how Saitama only thought of her as an acquaintance.
Fubuki hung her head as she began walking back to the hotel, still thinking about that bald bastard, calling a cab to pick her up at the front.
()()()
Genos and Saitama walked along the shopping mall, trying to pick out a gift for Fubuki. Saitama's operation finished an hour ago, and now had coal black hair sticking out from all directions. He didn't know where to find the gift section, so he asked to ladies in the customer service section.
"Excuse me, but do you know where the gift section is?" Saitama nonchalantly asked.
"Uh...erm… its s..straight down and t..to the left." one of them stuttered.
"Thanks" his voice replied, and he headed for that direction, with Genos trailing him.
When the coast was clear the women began bickering.
"Oh my God, Joanne! That man is so hot. " squealed one of them.
"I know right. Look at his eyes OMG, I wanted to get his number, too..." the other replied.
"You probably wouldn't have any balls to do it. You were so flustered, you told him to go to the valentine's section."
"I know, right. Hopefully he doesn't come back, or I'm gonna be so embarrassed!"
The two girls weren't the only ones talking about Saitama. Normally, good-looking people weren't talked about. But with hair, Saitama was truly a sight to behold.
"Did you see the man next to Demon Cyborg? He's so handsome."
"Is he a model? Just look at his face! Should I ask for his number?"
"Oh my god! Look at that man! He's so good looking."
Saitama heard all these whispers, but he thought they were for Genos. He was more concerned about what present he should give her and how much it would cost.
"Um… Genos. I think that lady lied to me. I'm in the Valentine's center. Maybe she's new."
Genos smiled, taking advantage of the fact that Saitama was already in the aisle.
"Sensei! Lady Fubuki has a strong liking for lilies. I believe that should be a sufficient gift, " Genos slyly exclaimed.
"Really? I never knew. Fine, I'll get her that bouquet than. Wait, lemme check the price..."
"It's alright Sensei, I shall buy them for you," the cyborg said abruptly, wanting to eliminate cost as a factor for Saitama's decision.
"If you say so."
Saitama picked up the bouquet, leaving his many admirers jealous of the lucky girl.
()()()
"Piko! Stop fucking gaming for one second and actually help organize. We've only got a couple minutes left. We need to get things running smoothly unless you want to make this day a bad one for Lady Fubuki. I'm gonna fuck you up if you keep messing around," Eyelashes ordered, impacient with the former pro gamer..
Piko grunted and threw his controller to the ground. He still remembered the humiliating loss against King. If he wasn't so cocky, he might have been able to stand a chance against the World's Strongest Man. No, scratch that. Piko was nowhere near King's skill level. Ever since that day, he grinded so hard, it began to affect his ranking at work.
The Blizzard Bunch was hard at work, setting up last minute decorations for Fubuki. They all knew how hard Fubuki worked the past few weeks to increase her ranking. They felt obligated to make her feel better and more relaxed today.
"Where the fuck is that baldy? He should be here by now," said Eyelashes. As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
"Well, they're here! I'll go get it," Mountain Ape said.
He opened the door and saw Demon Cyborg accompanied by an extremely handsome man holding a big bouquet of lilies.
"Demon Cyborg, who's your guest? I wanted you to bring only Saitama," Mountain Ape demanded, completely confused.
"Hey, uh…Monkey on the Mountain was it? It is me, Saitama. I've got hair now. That's why I look weird. Can I come in?" Saitama asked.
"Of course not! You definitely don't look like him. Saitama looks like a fucking moron and he barely even has a nose. You... You may look even better than Amai Mask! Get out of here!" Ape roared.
"Do not speak to my master with such authoritative dominance, or I shall incinerate you and this establishment," Genos threatened.
Mountain Ape gulped. He still didn't believe it was Saitama, but provoking an S-Class hero was definitely not what he wanted to do with his life.
"Of..of course. Come in, Saitama" said Mountain Ape weakly.
Before he took off his shoes, a cab pulled up along the HQ. Fubuki stepped out, and Mountain Ape immediately bowed at the sight of her, relieved that he could let the leader deal with the situation.
"Ma'm! Demon Cyborg and a man claiming to be Saitama are both trying to enter the HQ."
"I see. Turn around, new guy. Who the hell are you?" Fubuki questioned.
He turned around, slowly, his face contorted in a mixture of anticipation and boredom.
"Oh, hey Fubuki. Happy birthday, dude. Can we get to the buffet now? "Saitama smiled.
She choked on the piece of gun she was chewing. This dude was extremely handsome. He had messy, dark hair, a perfectly aligned smile, a chiseled jawline and sparkling almond eyes. She was stunned by his perfect appearance, barely even able to get her words out.
"Sir, p..please leave at once. If I cannot c..confirm y..you are Saitama, you cannot come in," Fubuki managed to stutter.
"Why does nobody believe me?! Genos, tell them! I want my food!" Saitama complained.
"Yes, he is my…!"
"ALERT! PLEASE REPORT TO THE NEAREST SHELTER. THERE'S A THREAT LEVEL DRAGON WREAKING HAVOC IN THE CITY. IT IS CURRENTLY ENGAGED IN BATTLE WITH HEROES. YOU CANNOT TAKE ANY CHANCES. MOVE NOW," the loudspeaker blared.
Saitama was excited. Now he could see whether or not his powers were gone! He was about to head out until gigantic samurai robot was walking towards their direction. It was 8 feet tall, made out of an unrecognizable alloy, and had missiles and guns all over its body, with a long katana on each of his hands.
"TARGET ACQUIRED. You are the hero Caped Baldy,"the robot said as he pointed all his weapons at Saitama's face.
"Don't call me by my hero name. Also, I'm not bald anymore."
"I do not care. You have already confirmed your alias. Before we fight, I shall introduce myself. I'm G6, a creation from the Organization. I have been hired by a client to dispose of you. Please try your best not to die fast. I must also gather data from you as well. I have been perfected on such a grand level, even the S-Class…!"
"Blah Blah Blah! Summarize it in 20 words or less! I don't care about your past. Let's get this over with." Saitama rolled his eyes impatiently.
The machine twitched and turned the handle of the sword. The 4 feet long blade was now on fire . He then grabbed the hilt using both hands and popped out rocket launchers in his back, ready to explode Saitama into oblivion as soon as his sword made contact.
The cyborg raised the sword up to the sky, and sliced at Saitama with all its power.
[BOOM]
Everybody stared at the broken pile of scrap that lay on the ground. In front of it was none other than the handsome man himself, his fist steaming.
Suddenly, the man dropped onto the ground. Genos became concerned. What happened to him? Could It be that the machine was strong enough to force his sensei into his knees?
Before he made a move, Saitama looked at his hand and muttered a curse. Then, he screamed at the top of his lungs: "GOD DAMN IT!"
()()()
Metal Knight smiled at the monitors in his operating room. He sent G6 to eliminate Saitama, and as expected, the machine easily fell.
The Organization needs to produce better robots. G6 was the strongest of their robots. It was probably able to match up with Orochi. The alloy I gave them to work with was in the special reserve metal I found in a secret room of the Alien spaceship. I assumed it would at the very minimum give Caped Baldy somewhat of a stimulating fight. The bastard took care of it with just one punch. What terrible craftsmanship. If the Organization cannot supply me with the weapons I need, I may not be able to finish the job properly.
He switched the security cameras into his arsenal room. He loved the sight of his robotic army. He had at least 30,000 battle robots, 12,000 support drones and 10 micro-bots. It wasn't a stretch to say that his army could easily handle dragon level threats.
However, all of his creations combined could not hold a candle against the new machines he had perfected. These were by far the most powerful and complex creations he had ever built. Each one of them was assembled to absolute perfection. One of them was so incredible, Bofoi thought even a God level threat couldn't stand before it/
The three of them were actually biological creatures that surpassed dragon level before they were rebuilt as robots. In order for them to perform at their maximum potential, Bofoi made it so they could convert energy into power. Dr. Bofoi spent most of his time stacking countless joules inside each of their bodies. When the time comes to eliminate humanity, I'll make sure their energy stays constant as they move. One of the creatures already had the ability before, so Bofoi just increased the amount of capacity that it could hold. After one of them released a dwarf star busing shockwave that Bofoi had to suppress, all its power was drained. Bofoi was extremely annoyed that he would have to wait 2 weeks before it was fully charged.
Bofoi went through the trouble of figuring out their old names. He scanned their minds and attempted to figure out what they were called before their death. At first, the readings completely glitched. What showed up on his scanner was an alien language that did not exist on the Earth.
Fortunately for Bofoi, each one of them had a translator implanted inside their brains. As he reset the readings and tried to run his brain scan again, he noticed how damaged each of them was. One was decapitated, one was split into two and one was a dry, black torso with pink hair.
From that day on, he called his creations Groribas, Geryuganshoop and Lord Boros.
"So you really are Saitama?!" Fubuki questioned, completely shocked by his new appearance.
"Yeah, of course. Is it really so hard to imagine? It's me but with hair. Honestly, I don't get you guys," Saitama said while devouring mountain loads of food.
Fubuki just continued to stare at him. Not just because she was absolutely dumbfounded, but because she found him, well... extremely attractive. If he really was Saitama, his usual nonchalant face was now replaced with one that actually had normal features.
She wasn't the only ones. Lily and a couple of other members were also looking at him, quite attracted to him.
"Um… Boss. Would you like to eat more food? We still have lots left and I don't believe the group can eat it all without you," Eyelashes said, wanting her to enjoy the surprise.
"Thank you Eyelashes, that would be lovely," Fubuki replied, still looking at Saitama.
"Why are you staring at me? Is there something wrong with my face?."
Fubuki quickly turned away, trying to hide the small blush.
"Oh yeah! I forgot! It's your birthday! Let me get you the present I left outside!" "Oh no, that won't be necessary" Fubuki said, feeling rather embarrassed.
Saitama rushed out so fast Fubuki didn't even see him. He returned with a bouquet a lilies.
"Happy Birthday! Genos told me you'd like these, so Gen… I mean I bought them for you," Saitama said sheepishly, handing her the fragrant flowers.
Fubuki's blush deepened further, and she accepted the flowers, using her telekinesis to send it to her room while covering her face from Saitama.
Sensei is now very attractive. I can observe the way all of Fubuki's female members are staring at Master, clearly intrigued by his handsome appearance. Even Fubuki herself is flustered.
Suddenly, a man from the Hero Association ran inside the HQ.
"Lady Fubuki, an emergency meeting has been called into an effect. We need you to bring all the members of your group to the meeting room immediately!"
()()()
A little while ago
"Alert! We have picked up on a monster and we want Metal Bat and Suiryu to come to the operating room immediately."
Metal Bat and the others stared at the intercom. They were enjoying lunch after a big training session. The Neo Heroes now had way more heroes than before. Their numbers were still growing as well. By now, the Neo Heroes have gained more influence and donors than the Hero Association. They had built another two towers to accommodate the other heroes. Inside each building had the necessary equipment to improve every hero's strength, speed and cleverness.
The heroes that choose to live in the towers were given vast benefits. They received top-notch living quarters, the most healthiest foods and the most finest training areas. They were given a schedule as well, which allowed for social periods as well as times for eating. This effectively allowed the heroes to maintain their training sessions while also keeping them entertained.
When the operating branches of the Neo Heroes identified a monster and its disaster level, they would hand-pick multiple heroes to do the job. Instead of completely relying on the comparable S-Class heroes, they allowed weaker people to incapacitate the creature, giving them more experience and furthermore cultivated their powers. They also choose heroes that were direct counters of them. This was a very noticeable difference that also increased the success rate of their heroes. It wasn't before long that the population saw how efficiently the Neo Heroes ended the monsters, leaving little to minimal damage behind.
Metal Bad and Suiryu stood up and both walked side by side to the operating room.
They were silent all the way, both not in the mood to start a conversation with each other. The tension slowly built up, and they were both relieved when they made it into the room.
"We have a disaster level dragon near the Blizzard Headquarters. It relies mostly on it strength to destroy its surroundings. We decided that the best way to deal with brute force dragon level was to get a martial artist as well as another brute force hero that's not on the large size. While Suiryu can use techniques and movements to counter the monster, Metal Bat, who is quite small compared to Raiden, can also hit the creature while easily dodging the monster. That's why we called on the two of you," McCoy explained.
"I see. Then let's get to it," Suiryu said.
The pair was moving towards the Blizzard HQ as fast as their legs could carry them. They had
been running for so long in silence, Suiryu decided he should break the ice.
"So, why did you choose the Neo Heroes?" Suiryu asked.
"The Hero Association's been cuttin' up my paycheck. I need the money ta feed my sister and cat," replied the pompadour-haired teenager.
"Oh." Suiryu was surprised. He didn't want to get into the details but he couldn't believe a 17 year old was actually taking care of the family. When Suiryu was 17, he forced the shorter kids in his dojo to clean up his stuff while he went out with girls.
"I've been meaning to ask you, but is there a man named 'Saitama' in the Hero Association? Bald guy, yellow jumpsuit with a red cape?"
"Uh… maybe. I think he went to a meeting I was in. I 'uppose he was a B Class the last time I check."
"W...WHAT? That man is only in B Class? He… he should definitely be at least S!" Suiryu choked.
"Nah. I heard he was a cheat o somethin'. They said he came when a sea king monster was weakened by other heroes, and he even admitted that he was gonna still the credit from the others."
Wow. From what Metal Bat said, Saitama sure is an incredible guy. He refuses to be recognized, and even tarnishes his own reputation for the sake of all heroes. If I was only his disciple, maybe I could be as strong as him…
"Hey! We're 'ere. Stop runnin'."
"Wait, I hear something."
Suddenly, a rocket came out of nowhere and exploded the ground beneath them. The two barely had time to respond.
"Move now. I am G6, a dragon level threat. I have only one target. I have already warned multiple heroes to scatter, but they refused. If you refuse to get out of the way, I shall not kill you, but I will harm you severly."
"I thought McCoy said the threat was only the punchin' type. He never told us it was a mechanical piece o' shit."
"Oh well. Let's get rid of this guy." said Suiryu.
Metal Bat jumped up, spitting on his bat handle and struck it as hard as he could. The bat rang as soon as it made contact, the shockwave itself splitting a building open in half.
"I told you to move," the robot repeated, his thumb and index finger catching the bat.
He stopped my bat with only two fingers? What is this guy?
"Dark Body Quake Ultimate Tiger Fist" Suiryu screamed.
His muscles bulged out and he punched the robot with all his might.
"Aghhhh!" Suiryu screamed in agony. The metal was so hard, he dislocated several bones on his fist. It was not without vain, however, as where he punched there lay a small dent on the surface.
"I applaud you for doing considerable damage to my outer shell. Unfortunately, I still have 5 shells underneath this one."
The monster took out a four foot long sword and sliced it in the air, the wind itself sending both of them flying into the nearest building.
They both got up, clenching their teeth. Metal Bat was absolutely pissed. His eyes had a blood red glow in them and he was baring his teeth like a wolf. He was not going to lose again. He already lost to Garou. He needed his training to pay off. He could not afford to be humiliated again.
He reached for his bat again, and lunged at the robot. He started swinging the bat over and over again, each swing coming with so much force that the ground shook.
Tch! The robot's dodging all my attacks effortlessly. Fuck! It's just like Garou again! I need to land one blow! I need to destroy this metal son of a bitch.
"Ultimate Move! Pumped Up Brutal Tornado!"
Metal Bad spun so fast he literally created a tornado. He concentrated as he tried to hit the metal bastard in all of the wedges between the limbs and body of the robot, trying to break one of its arms.
"You appear to be using a futile move. The more you spin, the more dizzy you will become. You will not be able to target my limbs when you are that uncoordinated."
"He can't, but I can," reminded Suiryu, appearing from behind G6.
Suiryu jumped up and yelled, "Dark Body Void Consecutive Dragon Fists!" and attempted to punch in between the joints multiple times. His arm successfully shot through the sphere connecting G6's arm and his torso.
G6 stumbled back and flung Metal Bat into Suiryu. They both crashed onto the grounds, their heads breaking into the concrete. They got up relatively quick, trying to ignore the headache building up inside of them.
"Congratulations. You have removed one of my arms. However, I shall end this useless battle here. My target draws closer."
The arm of the robot regenerated, a liquid substance gradually hardening until it replaced the stump from Suiryu's punch.
He has regeneration? He might even be more powerful than Gouketsu! We don't stand a chance against this guy!
The robot suddenly extended, growing to about 12 feet. His back opened up, and a gun popped out. He began shooting bullets at the pair.
What is this gun!? The bullets are extremely fast! And powerful too! It must be made out of an incredible metal. If I get hit, I might not make it!
They both tried outmaneuvering the bullets, Suiryu desperately but nonetheless gracefully dodging them, trying to predict where the machine gun might try to hit him. Metal Bat, on the other hand, used his bat to keep reflecting the bullets back onto the machine.
Suddenly, the machine stopped firing and moved so fast both of them couldn't see him. G6 stopped in front of them, punching them both so hard they flew close to the front of the Blizzard HQ, with only a tree blocking the members from seeing the pair/
They were so badly hurt they couldn't move, but could hear the conversation between Fubuki and Saitama.
"Sir, p..please leave at once. If I cannot c..confirm y..you are Saitama, you cannot come in," a beautiful young lady managed to stutter.
Saitama? Is that really him? This man looks way too good-looking to be Saitama. Maybe it's a coincidence.
"Why does nobody believe me?! Genos, tell them! I want my food!"the man complained.
"Yes, he is my…!"
"ALERT! PLEASE REPORT TO THE NEAREST SHELTER. THERE'S A THREAT LEVEL DRAGON WREAKING HAVOC IN THE CITY" the loudspeaker blared.
Then, G6 arrived from the horizon, looking just as threatening as ever. The dent that was there was gone.
Shit! I gotta warn them. They don't stand a chance to this monster! But I can't move! The punch was too hard. [Metal Bat]
"TARGET ACQUIRED. YOU ARE THE HERO CAPED BALD,"the robot said as he pointed all his weapons at Saitama's face.
"Don't call me by my hero name. Also, I'm not bald anymore."
Wait, is this man actually Saitama? But… But… how? Did his hair grow back?! I need to tell him. I don't even think he can even take on this monster. Even Gouketsu is probably no match! It's going to take a while for me to be able to move. I'm completely immobie right now!
"I do not care. You have already confirmed your alias. Before we fight, I shall introduce myself. I'm G6, a creation from the Organization. I have been hired by a client to dispose of you. Please try your best not to die fast. I must also gather data from you as well. I have been perfected on such a grand level, even the S-Class…!"
"Blah Blah Blah! Summarize it in 20 words or less! I don't care about your past. Let's get this over with." Saitama rolled his eyes impatiently.
The monster grabbed the hilt of its burning sword and struck it down with incredible force.
I can't watch! [Metal Bat]
[BOOM]
Everybody stared at the broken pile of scrap that lay on the ground. In front of it was none other than the handsome man himself, his fist steaming.
Suddenly, the man dropped onto the ground. Screaming "GOD DAMN IT!" as loud as he could, leaving the two heroes gawking as they saw the extent of the man's power. Then, they both promptly blacked out.
They stayed in that position for at least an hour recovering until they were both awakened from the ring of their notifiers. They strained as they reached for the little device. The message was quite surprising.
"Please report to the Hero Association. There will be a meeting hosted there. You must attend." The blank text appeared on both their screens.
"Whaddaya suppos' that's all 'bout?" Metal Bat managed.
"I don't know. But it looks like a Hero association Officer is arriving at the doorstep. He appears concerned," Suiryu pointed out."You remember how that man destroyed the robot like it was nothing?"
"Yeah. So that's Saitama. Mebbe he's not a fraud after all. Even the both of us couldn't do anything to it."
"Man, I wished he let me be his disciple. Wonder what that robot guy is all about," replied Suiryu.
"His name is Genos or somethin'. You shouldn't care 'bout that stuff right now. We needa gettouta here an' go to the stupid meeting."
Then, the door opened and they saw the man urgently explain something to Saitama. After a couple of minutes, the entire Blizzard Bunch flooded out to the front lawn.
"I can't move, and I highly doubt you can, either. Throw your bat at something to get their attention. It's hard to speak loud."
Metal Bat winced as he grabbed his shining stick and threw it at the door, breaking it instantly.
"What the hell!" exclaimed Saitama, surprised.
"I shall investigate the origin of the bat. Wait here while I incinerate the threat into nothingness."
Genos walked over and was completely surprised at what he saw.
"We need a lift."
Bonus Chapter 3.5: Prodigies
Dotei walked into school, ready to start his first day of high school. It was amusing watching the teachers try to explain stuff that only he understood, but the kid enjoyed challenges. He loved working on things that he could put all of his mind on. It didn't help that the teachers also gave him so much unnecessary homework that he had to cram. It was all useless projects that required him to draw and color stuff. He was the most popular kid in his school, with even senior girls asking him out all the time(That was always a creepy experience for the ten year old). Even sports was a breeze. After all, Dotei was already about A-Class level in terms of strength. He played soccer since he was four, and could kick the ball so fast, it could easily knock the goalie inside inside the goal as well.
"Yo dude! You going to the opening dance tonight dude?" a blonde guy asked.
Why is this guy talking talking to me? I don't even know who you are. Also, why did he say 'dude' two times?
"No. I don't have time for that stuff."
"Seriously? You realize that the hot cheerleaders are also gonna be there, right?"
"I don't care. I'm too young for that type of stuff. I'm not horny like the rest of you."
"Yeah whatever. Have fun nerding out," the blonde guy said, forgetting that Child Emperor skipped some grades.
If Child Emperor wanted to, he didn't even have to go to school. His knowledge far surpasses even some of the most brilliant people on the face of the planet. And he was only 10 years old.
Dotei sighed. He realized that his hero career was also interfering with his social life as well. He has become so mature and so sucked into the business, that he never had any time to socialize with anybody.
The little prodigy rushed through his classes quickly until lunch rolled around.
Ugh, time for the stupid part
People swarmed him an every direction possible, inviting him to sit at their table for lunch. Dotei gritted his teeth as he was getting carried around by the crowd. He decided to float up using his backpack.
"Woah! So cool! Can I try?"
"I know right! Can I also hop around on your Spiderman legs?"
"KIDS! GET AWAY FROM EMPEROR. I"M ONLY GOING TO GIVE YOU ONE WARNING," a teacher said.
When the crowd dissembled, he breathed a sigh of relieved. He looked around for any empty tables, and he saw a familiar blond haired girl sitting alone under a tree, reading a book.
Oh my God! It's Olga! Finally, there's someone I can talk with! But, why am I so scared to get near her?
He stood there for a full minute, staring at her until she looked up and saw him. She smiled and beckoned him to come.
Darn it! Ugh... why am I so scared. I'm only engaging in primordial human contact... er…. I mean speaking with her. Might as well!
He gulped and walked over to her. Every part of his body was screaming, telling him to get away from her. Why was he so scared. He seen her before.
"Hi, Emperor! I didn't know you vent here for schoolski," she happily greeted.
"Yeah, yeah! I..I mean, sure. M..My parents just want me to come, but I d..don't n..need it. Haha..." Dotei replied pathetically.
Why can't I speak? Why am I so nervous!
"Eh, my parents vant me to come here because zey vanted to expose me to dis language. I still haf a very thick accent. I'm pretty sure ze school is going to be very easy, anyway."
"Um.. I.. I t..think y..your accent is kinda cute," he muttered.
"Really! That's so sweet of you!" she gushed. She then had a good idea.
"Do you think you are going to ze dance tonightski?"
"No, not really. "
She pouted. Ugh, this kid is unbelievable.
"Really? I'm thinking about going. But if you're not going, zhen I guess I'm not gonna go..."
Wait a minute...
She sighed and got up from her seat, disappointed and embarrassed. She quickly zipped up her backpack and ran as fast as she could to the library, not wanting him to see her tears of embarrassment. She still was 10, after all.
Damn it! I made her cry. Why am I so dense. Of course I would go with her.
He made a run for it, leaving his cool technology behind to catch up with her.
When he saw her in the library, head under the desk, he felt really guilty. He poked her and she turned around, tears streaming from underneath her eyelids.
Woah... how can a girl cry and still look so cute?
"I decided I'm going to go to the dance after all. You wanna come?" Dotei asked, hoping to make her feel better.
She stared at him in silence for 5 seconds, making him gulp. Then, she leapt up and gave him a hug.
"Ov course!"
He smiled as they both walked back to their old spot. Of course some random kid stole his technology, but he didn't care at all.
Ok, I'm finally done with this one. I had a couple of tests last week and I had no time to write this at all. Man, I hope I did well. Anyways, once again, I want to thank the many people who followed this story last time and the 3 people who gave me a review. Kotana-chan, here's Fubuki's surprise. I'm having lots of fun writing these Dotei/Olga stuff. Hopefully, I'm capturing kiddie crushes accurately, or I'm going to feel pretty stupid. It's cringe again, but nonetheless, it kinda helps me stop focusing so much on the plot and it lets me cool down a bit. Sorry for rambling this long about my life. Hopefully, I covered up all the grammar errors I made. Thanks if you made it this far. I'll see you next time.
