Disclaimer: I do not own Medabots or any of the characters from the
original manga. I own the plot of this story and all of my characters. Jix
owns Naomi and Jady, Van owns Akina and Dash, and Jedi-And owns himself and
Centurion. Chatters is owned by the manager, who it is I don't know.
I shrunk into my seat and hid my face behind my menu as She and the others walked in. Centurion did his best to keep a low profile as well but it was hard. Mine and Her dimension wasn't used to Medabots. It had been hard enough to get Centurion past the waitress. How did She make it seem so easy?
My eyes followed them as they sat into two large tables which had been pushed together. She sat with her back to me and I sighed in relief. Good, less chance of being spotted. The last thing I need was being accused of stalking a young girl.
That's when I realized something. She seemed much... shorter than I had expected. Not to mention younger looking. How YOUNG was She?! I knew of Her abilities and hardly expected a... thirteen-year-old girl to wield such power. How had She accessed it anyway?
I ran a hand threw my hair and sighed. I glanced over to Centurion and rolled my eyes.
"You worry about Brass to much, Centurion." Centurion turned to me and glared with his sharp red optics. His head somewhat like a red helmet with a centurion's plume going from the front of his face to the back. He had a silver mask and a black visor, which revealed his almond-shaped red optics. He was my size, which made me scared at times.
"You would too," he defended. " I think she needs my protection... She's like a sister to me!" I understood that all too well.
"I suppose-" I was cut off when I saw Her stand up. I brought my menu back up to my face and let out a breath when I saw Her taking Metabee outside. I stared after them. "Just watch from a distance. And don't worry!" I quickly added. Centurion nodded.
"Right... excuse me?" I blinked when I found him signaling to a waitress.
"Are you two ready to order?" She asked politely. I mentally groaned and watched as Centurion ordered tea and a large pizza. Well, there goes my part time job earnings.
"You're sure loyal," I grumbled. Centurion brightened.
"Thanks, I know." I leaned back into my seat and realized She had already came back in! My eyes went wide when I thought how She could've seen me. I would have to be a little more careful.
"What the?!" I stared at the sight. She had FRIENDS?! AUTHOR FRIENDS?! This could NOT be happening! How could this be happening? It was impossible for this to be happening! There was no WAY this could be happening!
Unfortunately, it was happening. Two girls taller than Her were sitting on either side of Her. One a tall blonde, the other a slightly shorter but still taller than Her brunette. I slapped my head with my hand and cursed under my breath. The girls were authors. I knew they were. I don't know how but I guess you could just sense another author when you were an author. I groaned and wondered how long it would take me to ask Her.
****
"Ooh, good song!" I cried out in glee. I swung my fingers from side to side as a mini dance and smiled. Akina smiled while Naomi gave me a funny look. What? American Phsyco is a good song! The song was being played from the speakers coming from the bar. It was hard to even hear with all the other people in the room, but hey! I had once heard a silent alarm.
"Please, don't let her sing," I heard Koji plead. I glared at him he immediately turned into a teddy bear. Ikki doubled over.
"Wha what?" I gave small smile and looked down the table.
"Has ANYONE decided what they want to eat?" I called down. There were a few nods but most of them were shakes. I glared at Oceana and Metabee. The two lovebirds were too busy gazing at each other they hadn't even glanced at the menu! "Hey! Lovebirds!" Both Oceana and Metabee glanced over to me with their optics half-closed in contentment. "How about looking at the menu already?!" They gave a slow nod and turned to their menus. I rolled my eyes and eyed and empty table. I stood up straight and grabbed one of the chairs from it. I placed it at the end of the Human table and went back to get another chair. I walked all the way down to the Medabot end and placed that chair there. Slag, I sympathized him already. He would have to sit next to Oceana and Metabee. Oh, well.
I glanced over to him and smiled. He was still there. Good. He looked surprised to see me looking at him and gaped. I walked up to the higher floor and stopped at his table.
"I am NOT short." That startled him a little.
"But-I,"
"Come on! I have two chairs waiting for you! The last thing I need is them being taken away!" I grabbed his arm and lead him to my table. I stopped at the black railing and looked back to Centurion. "You too!" I continued to pull the teenage author to the Human table while his Medabot followed. I sat him in the chair at the end of the Human table and guided Centurion to his seat. I jogged to the middle of the two tables and smiled as I found everyone facing me.
"To your right, I would like you to meet... Jedi-and!" Their gaze followed mine and faced the freaked out teenager. "Fellow ff.net author who is responsible for 'Robo Romance' and 'The Strongest bond'!" I clapped and awaited for the others to back me up. They were reluctant but soon started a small applause.
"And to your left, is his comrade and side-kick...Centurion!" They now turned to Jedi-and's Medabot who looked as confused he was. The applause came much faster that time. I sat back in my seat and faced Jedi- and. "Would you like to join us for lunch?" I asked politely. Jedi-and stuttered for a few seconds.
"Uh... Well, how can I say no?" he laughed a little.
******
Well, I hadn't been expecting this. I had just came to keep and eye on Metabee and the rare medal. And now, here I was. Sitting with an unknown Medabot on one side, his author at the other side of the other table.
I glanced over to Foxfire and blinked. She was clapping to Dark Lady's introduction. I decided to do the same. It seemed fair. But I couldn't stop glancing at the one who called himself 'Centurion.'
It was hard to tell the difference between a real Medabot and an author's Medabot. If there was any. It was mind-boggling. Amazing what these author's were capable of.
"Centurion?" The large Medabot practically loomed over us. Her turned to me.
"Yes?" I paused, not sure how to ask my question.
"W- What is it like, being created by an author?" I stuttered. Centurion looked surprised at the question. But then again, I couldn't blame him. How would someone answer that? "I apologize. I should have-"
"It's alright," Rokusho looked up and found Centurion considering the thought. "It seems strange to be honest..... No one else seems to be like you..... As an author's Medabot your not part of the system... It's almost like..... You're alone in a way....." Centurion gave out a heavy sigh as he looks at Rokusho. "Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, I was just curious. The only author created Medabot I've actually met before was Foxfire. Now, seeing others..... I feel better in a way,"
"Oh?"
"I wasn't sure how the authors were able to create such Medabots like you and Foxfire and the others. And I was afraid they might not stay. As if their time might run out. I'm sorry If I'm confusing you in anyway,"
"Not at all... But... we live as long as our author does..."
"I see,"
"But some authors are more powerful than others..... Like Jedi-and..... He's only powerful enough to create one Medabot..... any more and he would exhaust himself...."
"So what exactly would happen if Jedi-and..... Disappeared?"
"Well.... I would..... cease functioning..... permanently....." He stared at the table, never before really thinking about the consequences of what would happen.
Rokusho remained silent. He had asked too much. Foxfire glanced over to the two males and glared. "Would you two lighten up? You're supposed to be having a good time! No need to talk about death! And Centurion" Centurion looked up with surprise. "Jedi-and looks healthy to me. So don't worry. He won't be plopping dead anytime soon,"
He laughed a little "True." he raised a glass "To the future....." He drank the oil down very quickly
Foxfire looked over to Rokusho and nodded. Rokusho picked up his glass and held it up. "To.... the future,"
****
"I challenge you to Air hockey! BWhahAHhahA!!" Dark Lady narrowed her eyes on the teenager before laughing maniacally.
"Um..... okay," Jedi-and gulped
"Prepare to have your butt officially whipped,"
"Uh-oh,"
Naomi glares at Dark Lady "I thought we agreed you wouldn't be challenging anyone! Remember what happened LAST time?!"
"What happened last time?" Dark Lady sweat dropped
"I kinda got.... kicked out,"
"You what?" Akina laughed at his expression. " She had just a tad too much ice cream and Pepsi and started challenging everyone in the building!"
"Ah,"
Dark Lady rubbed her arm uncomfortably "Stupid sugar high," she mumbled. Naomi slapped her on the shoulder
"Don't go blaming sugar for YOUR mistake!"
"It's caffeine that does that to me...." He trailed off, thinking about his last experiences. "Stupid Cola....."
"Ow....Heh. I know," Dark Lady rubbed her shoulder.
"Er..... maybe Centurion would like to face some one? Brass?"
Brass looked up from her drink. "Oh I don't know if I'm that good. He's taller than me!" Dark Lady nodded.
"I think the tables are too high for the Medabots.... Except for Centurion. Maybe you could go on someone's shoulders!"
"Yeah, Rokusho and Brass VS Centurion!" Jedi-and laughed a little. Dark Lady grinned evilly.
"Or perhaps Metabee and Brass VS Centurion?"
" I think Metabee's got his hands full." He pointed out Metabee holding Oceana's hands. "Even I can tell she likes him....." He drifted off, glancing over to Brass. The Sailor was staring into her drink.
"Nah, and here I thought you just wrote that fic for fun!" Dark Lady said sarcastically. "Besides, I can change that!"
"I hope so..... As you know Brass is my personal fave and if anyone deserves to be happy it's her..... She is always in others lime-light..... She needs a light of her own....."
Brass glanced up to the two whispering authors and raised an optic.
"What are you two whispering about over there?" Both Jedi-and and Dark Lady sat up straight to face Brass.
"Nothing."
"Author stuff." Brass shook her head and considered her menu.
"I've found out what I want," Dark Lady nodded and stood up.
"Has EVERYONE found out what they want?" Now everyone nodded.
"Don't mind Centurion, he already ATE," Jedi-and glared at his Medabot. Dark Lady smiled before nodding again.
"Excuse me? Can we have some service here?"
I shrunk into my seat and hid my face behind my menu as She and the others walked in. Centurion did his best to keep a low profile as well but it was hard. Mine and Her dimension wasn't used to Medabots. It had been hard enough to get Centurion past the waitress. How did She make it seem so easy?
My eyes followed them as they sat into two large tables which had been pushed together. She sat with her back to me and I sighed in relief. Good, less chance of being spotted. The last thing I need was being accused of stalking a young girl.
That's when I realized something. She seemed much... shorter than I had expected. Not to mention younger looking. How YOUNG was She?! I knew of Her abilities and hardly expected a... thirteen-year-old girl to wield such power. How had She accessed it anyway?
I ran a hand threw my hair and sighed. I glanced over to Centurion and rolled my eyes.
"You worry about Brass to much, Centurion." Centurion turned to me and glared with his sharp red optics. His head somewhat like a red helmet with a centurion's plume going from the front of his face to the back. He had a silver mask and a black visor, which revealed his almond-shaped red optics. He was my size, which made me scared at times.
"You would too," he defended. " I think she needs my protection... She's like a sister to me!" I understood that all too well.
"I suppose-" I was cut off when I saw Her stand up. I brought my menu back up to my face and let out a breath when I saw Her taking Metabee outside. I stared after them. "Just watch from a distance. And don't worry!" I quickly added. Centurion nodded.
"Right... excuse me?" I blinked when I found him signaling to a waitress.
"Are you two ready to order?" She asked politely. I mentally groaned and watched as Centurion ordered tea and a large pizza. Well, there goes my part time job earnings.
"You're sure loyal," I grumbled. Centurion brightened.
"Thanks, I know." I leaned back into my seat and realized She had already came back in! My eyes went wide when I thought how She could've seen me. I would have to be a little more careful.
"What the?!" I stared at the sight. She had FRIENDS?! AUTHOR FRIENDS?! This could NOT be happening! How could this be happening? It was impossible for this to be happening! There was no WAY this could be happening!
Unfortunately, it was happening. Two girls taller than Her were sitting on either side of Her. One a tall blonde, the other a slightly shorter but still taller than Her brunette. I slapped my head with my hand and cursed under my breath. The girls were authors. I knew they were. I don't know how but I guess you could just sense another author when you were an author. I groaned and wondered how long it would take me to ask Her.
****
"Ooh, good song!" I cried out in glee. I swung my fingers from side to side as a mini dance and smiled. Akina smiled while Naomi gave me a funny look. What? American Phsyco is a good song! The song was being played from the speakers coming from the bar. It was hard to even hear with all the other people in the room, but hey! I had once heard a silent alarm.
"Please, don't let her sing," I heard Koji plead. I glared at him he immediately turned into a teddy bear. Ikki doubled over.
"Wha what?" I gave small smile and looked down the table.
"Has ANYONE decided what they want to eat?" I called down. There were a few nods but most of them were shakes. I glared at Oceana and Metabee. The two lovebirds were too busy gazing at each other they hadn't even glanced at the menu! "Hey! Lovebirds!" Both Oceana and Metabee glanced over to me with their optics half-closed in contentment. "How about looking at the menu already?!" They gave a slow nod and turned to their menus. I rolled my eyes and eyed and empty table. I stood up straight and grabbed one of the chairs from it. I placed it at the end of the Human table and went back to get another chair. I walked all the way down to the Medabot end and placed that chair there. Slag, I sympathized him already. He would have to sit next to Oceana and Metabee. Oh, well.
I glanced over to him and smiled. He was still there. Good. He looked surprised to see me looking at him and gaped. I walked up to the higher floor and stopped at his table.
"I am NOT short." That startled him a little.
"But-I,"
"Come on! I have two chairs waiting for you! The last thing I need is them being taken away!" I grabbed his arm and lead him to my table. I stopped at the black railing and looked back to Centurion. "You too!" I continued to pull the teenage author to the Human table while his Medabot followed. I sat him in the chair at the end of the Human table and guided Centurion to his seat. I jogged to the middle of the two tables and smiled as I found everyone facing me.
"To your right, I would like you to meet... Jedi-and!" Their gaze followed mine and faced the freaked out teenager. "Fellow ff.net author who is responsible for 'Robo Romance' and 'The Strongest bond'!" I clapped and awaited for the others to back me up. They were reluctant but soon started a small applause.
"And to your left, is his comrade and side-kick...Centurion!" They now turned to Jedi-and's Medabot who looked as confused he was. The applause came much faster that time. I sat back in my seat and faced Jedi- and. "Would you like to join us for lunch?" I asked politely. Jedi-and stuttered for a few seconds.
"Uh... Well, how can I say no?" he laughed a little.
******
Well, I hadn't been expecting this. I had just came to keep and eye on Metabee and the rare medal. And now, here I was. Sitting with an unknown Medabot on one side, his author at the other side of the other table.
I glanced over to Foxfire and blinked. She was clapping to Dark Lady's introduction. I decided to do the same. It seemed fair. But I couldn't stop glancing at the one who called himself 'Centurion.'
It was hard to tell the difference between a real Medabot and an author's Medabot. If there was any. It was mind-boggling. Amazing what these author's were capable of.
"Centurion?" The large Medabot practically loomed over us. Her turned to me.
"Yes?" I paused, not sure how to ask my question.
"W- What is it like, being created by an author?" I stuttered. Centurion looked surprised at the question. But then again, I couldn't blame him. How would someone answer that? "I apologize. I should have-"
"It's alright," Rokusho looked up and found Centurion considering the thought. "It seems strange to be honest..... No one else seems to be like you..... As an author's Medabot your not part of the system... It's almost like..... You're alone in a way....." Centurion gave out a heavy sigh as he looks at Rokusho. "Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, I was just curious. The only author created Medabot I've actually met before was Foxfire. Now, seeing others..... I feel better in a way,"
"Oh?"
"I wasn't sure how the authors were able to create such Medabots like you and Foxfire and the others. And I was afraid they might not stay. As if their time might run out. I'm sorry If I'm confusing you in anyway,"
"Not at all... But... we live as long as our author does..."
"I see,"
"But some authors are more powerful than others..... Like Jedi-and..... He's only powerful enough to create one Medabot..... any more and he would exhaust himself...."
"So what exactly would happen if Jedi-and..... Disappeared?"
"Well.... I would..... cease functioning..... permanently....." He stared at the table, never before really thinking about the consequences of what would happen.
Rokusho remained silent. He had asked too much. Foxfire glanced over to the two males and glared. "Would you two lighten up? You're supposed to be having a good time! No need to talk about death! And Centurion" Centurion looked up with surprise. "Jedi-and looks healthy to me. So don't worry. He won't be plopping dead anytime soon,"
He laughed a little "True." he raised a glass "To the future....." He drank the oil down very quickly
Foxfire looked over to Rokusho and nodded. Rokusho picked up his glass and held it up. "To.... the future,"
****
"I challenge you to Air hockey! BWhahAHhahA!!" Dark Lady narrowed her eyes on the teenager before laughing maniacally.
"Um..... okay," Jedi-and gulped
"Prepare to have your butt officially whipped,"
"Uh-oh,"
Naomi glares at Dark Lady "I thought we agreed you wouldn't be challenging anyone! Remember what happened LAST time?!"
"What happened last time?" Dark Lady sweat dropped
"I kinda got.... kicked out,"
"You what?" Akina laughed at his expression. " She had just a tad too much ice cream and Pepsi and started challenging everyone in the building!"
"Ah,"
Dark Lady rubbed her arm uncomfortably "Stupid sugar high," she mumbled. Naomi slapped her on the shoulder
"Don't go blaming sugar for YOUR mistake!"
"It's caffeine that does that to me...." He trailed off, thinking about his last experiences. "Stupid Cola....."
"Ow....Heh. I know," Dark Lady rubbed her shoulder.
"Er..... maybe Centurion would like to face some one? Brass?"
Brass looked up from her drink. "Oh I don't know if I'm that good. He's taller than me!" Dark Lady nodded.
"I think the tables are too high for the Medabots.... Except for Centurion. Maybe you could go on someone's shoulders!"
"Yeah, Rokusho and Brass VS Centurion!" Jedi-and laughed a little. Dark Lady grinned evilly.
"Or perhaps Metabee and Brass VS Centurion?"
" I think Metabee's got his hands full." He pointed out Metabee holding Oceana's hands. "Even I can tell she likes him....." He drifted off, glancing over to Brass. The Sailor was staring into her drink.
"Nah, and here I thought you just wrote that fic for fun!" Dark Lady said sarcastically. "Besides, I can change that!"
"I hope so..... As you know Brass is my personal fave and if anyone deserves to be happy it's her..... She is always in others lime-light..... She needs a light of her own....."
Brass glanced up to the two whispering authors and raised an optic.
"What are you two whispering about over there?" Both Jedi-and and Dark Lady sat up straight to face Brass.
"Nothing."
"Author stuff." Brass shook her head and considered her menu.
"I've found out what I want," Dark Lady nodded and stood up.
"Has EVERYONE found out what they want?" Now everyone nodded.
"Don't mind Centurion, he already ATE," Jedi-and glared at his Medabot. Dark Lady smiled before nodding again.
"Excuse me? Can we have some service here?"