Uh... I dont own zoids. Thanks for the review Kat42.
Well almost everything went as she perdicted. The robots now seated across from her in the living quarters were watching her every move. They no doubt know she used to work for the backdraft. The ZBC didn't tell anyone but it wasn't hard to find out. She began making movements just to agitate her audience as they waited for Harry to get dressed. Him coming down the stairs in his boxers was the only thing she didn't see coming.
Finally, the king had arived. He sat between his robots looking miffed. He had on black pants and a nice blue long sleeved buttoned shirt. She herself had taken off overcoat to reveal a slightly tight purple shirt with short sleeves barley covering her shoulders. A black dress stopping just past her knees completing the wardrobe.
"So how long are you going to be here?" Harry asked not sounding the least bit intrested. He was actually fishing for any hidden motives. His father tried to teach him to read people saying it was 'good for business'. Harry thought he wasn't any good at it but then again he knew Bit was after Leena before Bit did. The last thought locked up what little concentration he had managed to pull together for this little introduction.
"As long as it takes," she answered with the same amused smile as before.
Harry's thoughts were swirling as the small talk continued. He didn't actually hear her answers. Finally he ordered his robots to show her to the guestroom. They did so though reluctantly. Through his hazy thoughts he figured if she was trying to kill him he wouldn't mind.
Late in the evening Fuma finished setting up her surveillance equipment giving her visuals within a 50 mile radius of the champ house. In particular an abandond mine 30 miles west of the estate. Either robot had watched her every move. She hadn't seen the Champ kid since this mourning but judging by the way he tried to read her earlier he mus'nt trust her. His robots were watching her after all.
It wasn't her concern wether they trusted her or not. As long as they didn't do anything to jeopardize her mission. Taking a white wrist watch out of a open suitcase on her bed she made her way towards the smaller robot.
"When's dinner?" she asked while putting on the watch.
"Usually now but if whant anything your going to have to get it your self," he replied hotly.
"Fine," She said walking past him. He tailed after her.
Upon opening the large frigde in the kithcen Fuma was greeted with mostly vegetables. "Whats with all the grass?" she asked knowing Sebastian was behind her.
"This refridgerator is filled with a wide assortment of health produce." Fuma cringed at the word health.
"What's so heathy about starving? This cow is food," she almost grumbled." is Harry goning to be eating know?" she asked as an after thought.
"No. Harry is in the middle of his studies."
Harry was in his study room. His language arts book was opened to page 347 but you couldn't see that and neither could he. His forehead was aginst his desk and the book on the back of his head.
"Studing makes you hungry. I'll make him some too," Fuma said to Sebastian. Full intent on annoying the little robot.
"What do you think I'm here for?" exclaimed Sebastian voice a tad below a shout. He had a funny voice Fuma thought.
"I thought you were here to serve your master and his guests," Fuma answered camly referring to him telling her to make her own dinner. Sebastian was about to retort but fell short of a come back. Fuma just smiled at this.
"Fine!"he said moving next to Fuma and infront of the food she took out of the fridge. He picked up a recipe card. "Hmm... chicken salad. You read the ingredients," he handed Fuma the card.
Fuma read the ingrediants,"1/4 cup white wine vinegar... 2 tablespoons water... 1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil..." While Sebastian collected every thing." 1/8 teaspoon salt" She continued, "Poisin berries...
"Poisin berries poisin berreis..." Sebastian said to himself looking through the items on the counter. " I dont see the- Hey wait a minute!"
A short time later Fuma emerged from the kitchen with two plates of chicken salad. She studied her watch for a moment before heading to Harry's study room.
Harry didn't realize he was hearing footsteps until they stopped. Taking the book off his head and looking strait across from him was the waiting smile of Fuma. She was sitting in the instuctors seat of the odd two person desk . She placed a plate infront of him. He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time today. "Something wrong?" she asked.
"Are you going to kill me?" he asked out of the blue with out much life to his voice. Fuma was a little shocked.
"Uh- no."
"Isn't that what a killer would say?" he asked in the same tone.
"Well then what would an innocent girl say?" Girl? For some reason Harry's mind stayed on that word longer than necessary. Was it because the suspected killer called herself a girl? "Point taken," he said finally still no change in voice.
"Gee, you almost sound dissapointed." She said digging her fork in her chicken salad. Maybe he was Harry thought. Or maybe he's just feeling so sorry for himself another more persistent thouhgt pushed through. He looked at the plate in front of him but felt nothing that resembled hunger.
"How do you plan to go about your investigation?" he asked changing the subject deliberately.
"I've set up servailece equipment," she replied half woundering why he asked. He had asked her that this mourning. Must not have been able to think of any thing else to talk about she thought.
"Who's watching it while your in here?" Harry asked. Fuma showed him her whatch.
"This will alert me of any suspiciuos movement." It looked like as ordinary watch. "Are you alright?" light concern in her voice. He never seemed intrested in the answers to his own questions. "You dont have to eat that if you dont whant too. I wont be offended your robot made it."
"It's not that..."
"Then what?" she persisted her soft eyes still on him. Trapping him. He didn't like where this was going but at the same time couldn't understand why. Well she was a stanger. But those concerned human eyes... ahh! Your pathetic champ he thought. His mind was jolted by an irritaitingly loud buzz. It was Fuma's watch.
"Exuse me," She made her way swiftly out of the room.
Well almost everything went as she perdicted. The robots now seated across from her in the living quarters were watching her every move. They no doubt know she used to work for the backdraft. The ZBC didn't tell anyone but it wasn't hard to find out. She began making movements just to agitate her audience as they waited for Harry to get dressed. Him coming down the stairs in his boxers was the only thing she didn't see coming.
Finally, the king had arived. He sat between his robots looking miffed. He had on black pants and a nice blue long sleeved buttoned shirt. She herself had taken off overcoat to reveal a slightly tight purple shirt with short sleeves barley covering her shoulders. A black dress stopping just past her knees completing the wardrobe.
"So how long are you going to be here?" Harry asked not sounding the least bit intrested. He was actually fishing for any hidden motives. His father tried to teach him to read people saying it was 'good for business'. Harry thought he wasn't any good at it but then again he knew Bit was after Leena before Bit did. The last thought locked up what little concentration he had managed to pull together for this little introduction.
"As long as it takes," she answered with the same amused smile as before.
Harry's thoughts were swirling as the small talk continued. He didn't actually hear her answers. Finally he ordered his robots to show her to the guestroom. They did so though reluctantly. Through his hazy thoughts he figured if she was trying to kill him he wouldn't mind.
Late in the evening Fuma finished setting up her surveillance equipment giving her visuals within a 50 mile radius of the champ house. In particular an abandond mine 30 miles west of the estate. Either robot had watched her every move. She hadn't seen the Champ kid since this mourning but judging by the way he tried to read her earlier he mus'nt trust her. His robots were watching her after all.
It wasn't her concern wether they trusted her or not. As long as they didn't do anything to jeopardize her mission. Taking a white wrist watch out of a open suitcase on her bed she made her way towards the smaller robot.
"When's dinner?" she asked while putting on the watch.
"Usually now but if whant anything your going to have to get it your self," he replied hotly.
"Fine," She said walking past him. He tailed after her.
Upon opening the large frigde in the kithcen Fuma was greeted with mostly vegetables. "Whats with all the grass?" she asked knowing Sebastian was behind her.
"This refridgerator is filled with a wide assortment of health produce." Fuma cringed at the word health.
"What's so heathy about starving? This cow is food," she almost grumbled." is Harry goning to be eating know?" she asked as an after thought.
"No. Harry is in the middle of his studies."
Harry was in his study room. His language arts book was opened to page 347 but you couldn't see that and neither could he. His forehead was aginst his desk and the book on the back of his head.
"Studing makes you hungry. I'll make him some too," Fuma said to Sebastian. Full intent on annoying the little robot.
"What do you think I'm here for?" exclaimed Sebastian voice a tad below a shout. He had a funny voice Fuma thought.
"I thought you were here to serve your master and his guests," Fuma answered camly referring to him telling her to make her own dinner. Sebastian was about to retort but fell short of a come back. Fuma just smiled at this.
"Fine!"he said moving next to Fuma and infront of the food she took out of the fridge. He picked up a recipe card. "Hmm... chicken salad. You read the ingredients," he handed Fuma the card.
Fuma read the ingrediants,"1/4 cup white wine vinegar... 2 tablespoons water... 1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil..." While Sebastian collected every thing." 1/8 teaspoon salt" She continued, "Poisin berries...
"Poisin berries poisin berreis..." Sebastian said to himself looking through the items on the counter. " I dont see the- Hey wait a minute!"
A short time later Fuma emerged from the kitchen with two plates of chicken salad. She studied her watch for a moment before heading to Harry's study room.
Harry didn't realize he was hearing footsteps until they stopped. Taking the book off his head and looking strait across from him was the waiting smile of Fuma. She was sitting in the instuctors seat of the odd two person desk . She placed a plate infront of him. He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time today. "Something wrong?" she asked.
"Are you going to kill me?" he asked out of the blue with out much life to his voice. Fuma was a little shocked.
"Uh- no."
"Isn't that what a killer would say?" he asked in the same tone.
"Well then what would an innocent girl say?" Girl? For some reason Harry's mind stayed on that word longer than necessary. Was it because the suspected killer called herself a girl? "Point taken," he said finally still no change in voice.
"Gee, you almost sound dissapointed." She said digging her fork in her chicken salad. Maybe he was Harry thought. Or maybe he's just feeling so sorry for himself another more persistent thouhgt pushed through. He looked at the plate in front of him but felt nothing that resembled hunger.
"How do you plan to go about your investigation?" he asked changing the subject deliberately.
"I've set up servailece equipment," she replied half woundering why he asked. He had asked her that this mourning. Must not have been able to think of any thing else to talk about she thought.
"Who's watching it while your in here?" Harry asked. Fuma showed him her whatch.
"This will alert me of any suspiciuos movement." It looked like as ordinary watch. "Are you alright?" light concern in her voice. He never seemed intrested in the answers to his own questions. "You dont have to eat that if you dont whant too. I wont be offended your robot made it."
"It's not that..."
"Then what?" she persisted her soft eyes still on him. Trapping him. He didn't like where this was going but at the same time couldn't understand why. Well she was a stanger. But those concerned human eyes... ahh! Your pathetic champ he thought. His mind was jolted by an irritaitingly loud buzz. It was Fuma's watch.
"Exuse me," She made her way swiftly out of the room.