Author's Disclaimer: I do not own Medabots, Yu-Gi-Oh, Cowboy Bebop, Love
Hina, and Oh My Goddess. I do own Welcome to Baka Games and all related
items.
Author's Note: The plot was completely designed and organized by me. There are no co-author's, I did all the work. This is set where all characters enlisted in school are 15, grade ten, except for Shinobu from Love Hina; she's one year younger, and in grade nine.
Ikki sighed gloomily as his teacher continued to introduce the line of new students. The last three days had been just the same. Ikki did remember the new kids from the first day; Keitaro, Narusegawa, Kitsune, Mutsumi, Kanako, and Motoko. He had also noticed a young girl around school named Shinobu that had been in another class. She was a year younger than Ikki.
Ikki tried to memorize the student's names. 'Let's see,' he thought, 'The short one is named Yugi Moto. The one with poofy blond hair is Joey. The one with the weird brown hair is Tristan. The one with the white-ish long hair is Bakura. The girl with brown hair is Tea. The girl with blond hair is Mai. And the tall one with neat brown hair is Seto Kaiba.'
Ikki thought back to the day before. That was the largest group. There was one guy named Todd. He had brought his Medabot, Ragnarock, a cat-type Medabot with a Phoenix medal.
"Now then," Ikki barely heard his teacher's voice, "It's lunch, so feel free to leave your seats."
The students rushed to grab their lunches and head to the cafeteria, or their money to buy a lunch. Ikki looked back, noticing Bakura wasn't really hanging out with anyone.
"Ikki! Hurry up!" Erika called.
"Coming!" Ikki yelled back, running down the halls, barely missing the Principal.
Bakura lifted his backpack onto his shoulders and left the classroom. Eyes closed, he nearly walked straight into a young girl with blue hair.
"Sorry," Bakura apologized, "I wasn't watching where I was going."
The girl blushed, "It's okay, I was just standing here anyway, I wasn't moving."
"I'm Bakura," Bakura introduced himself.
"My name's Shinobu," she answered, "are you in this class?"
"Yeah," Bakura nodded.
Shinobu smiled, "I'm in a class down the hall. I'm grade nine."
"I'm a grade ten," Bakura faltered for a moment, "Just out of curiosity, are you eating lunch with anyone?"
"No."
Bakura started to turn slightly pink, "I was just wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me. I'm kind of new here, and I don't have many friends."
Shinobu's smile broadened slightly, "I'm new, too."
Bakura's eyes widened at the coincidence.
"Do you want to have lunch with me?" Bakura repeated, turning a little redder.
"I'd like to," Shinobu started, "but I'm afraid in all of the confusion of getting ready for school, I forgot my lunch."
Bakura stuck his hand in his pocket, removing a few coins and one paper bill. After quickly counting the money, he said, "I have enough money for both of us to have a small lunch. I don't eat much anyway."
"Neither do I."
Bakura sighed inwardly. Shinobu looked confused at the look of relief on his face. Bakura suddenly became aware of himself, blinked a few times, and returned to his previous expression.
"So. . ." Shinobu said quite quietly, "do you want to go down to the cafeteria?"
Bakura nodded. The two walked off. Behind them, Keitaro Urashima fell through the ceiling after much flying through the air. His friend Keichii helped him up and together they stumbled to the first-aid room.
~
Bakura and Shinobu entered the cafeteria. It was madness. Students were standing around the perimeter, with baited breath. The Principal was holding off teachers opposed to the violence. Gabriel Fitzgerald stood opposite his rival, Timothy, holding his Medawatch up.
"Transport, Medabot!" both shouted.
Before them appeared to Medabots. One stood taller than Shinobu. It was Gladiator.
Gladiator: Type: Weapon, Medafighter: Timothy, Specialty: Morning Star.
Gladiator was entirely sooty black. Its right arm wielded a massive morning star. Its left arm held a large shield.
Gabriel's Medabot was Demon Slayer. A sword for a right arm, and a gun for the left.
Demon Slayer: Type: Weapon, Medafighter: Gabriel, Specialty: Ailment Disrupter.
Demon Slayer, still shorter than Gladiator, was quite tall for a Medabot. With a long sword in its right arm, a form of wide-range gun in the left, and the deep brown cloak thrown over its body it stood before Gabriel, his face stolid with confidence.
Gabriel removed the Weapon-type medal from his Medawatch and carefully placed it in Demon Slayer. Timothy, after tossing his Devil medal in the air and catching it, snapped it into his Gladiator.
A tall kid with grey hair stepped forward, throwing the baseball cap, sunglasses, and other accessories away to reveal Mr. Referee, "Medabots ready? Robattle!!!"
Author's Note: Cue stereotypical Medabots fighting music
Gladiator dashed forward. Demon Slayer stood perfectly still. As Gladiator neared his opponent, the morning star flew into the air, preparing to strike.
"He'll be crushed!" Shinobu gasped.
"I wouldn't be too sure. . ." Bakura muttered quietly.
As the morning star fell to the ground, it struck nothing but the carpeted floor. Demon Slayer rolled to the side, and was now coming at Gladiator with an upward slash.
Timothy bit his lip, "Block it, Gladiator!"
Gladiator's shield flew forward to take the blow. Gabriel grinned to himself. His eyes laughed, but his face remained frozen.
"Predictable, Tim," Gabriel retorted, "Demon Slayer, Ailment Disrupter!"
The gun raised to meet the shield. It fired, blowing the shield backward, the sword connecting to Gladiator's right leg.
Terror Force: 20% Damage
Gladiator retaliated with his Morning Star. As the morning star came at Demon Slayer, who stood unflinching, Gladiator's shield blocked the blow.
"What!?!" Timothy cried.
"Oh, sorry, Timothy" Gabriel laughed, "I thought you knew the effects of my Ailment Disrupter."
"It's a powerful tool," Bakura explained to Shinobu, "The Ailment Disrupter allows Gabriel to use any of his opponent's special abilities, such as blocking attacks, against them. Unfortunately, it leaves him with only one weapon."
Shinobu nodded in acknowledgement.
War Shield: 90% Damage, overload imminent
"That's it!" Timothy shouted.
The entire cafeteria became silent. The stared at Timothy. Gladiator and Demon Slayer stood, feet separating the two.
"What's it?" Gabriel asked.
"Gladiator!" Timothy yelled into his Medawatch, "Morning Light!"
Gladiator's eyes gleamed red. Its left arm dulled as it function ceased.
War Shield: 100% Damage, function ceased
Gladiator leapt forward, flailing its morning star. Demon Slayer took a few steps back, awaiting Gabriel's orders.
"Wait a second," Gabriel murmured, "Let's see what he's planning. . ."
Gladiator's morning star came down five feet away from its target. Just as it was about to strike the carpet, it shot from the right arm, heading directly for Demon Slayer.
"Gabriel!" Demon Slayer cried, "What do I do?"
"Uh. . ." Gabriel wracked his brain, "Run!"
It was too late. The morning star struck Demon Slayer, sending him sailing, landing before Mr. Referee. Gabriel took a step forward, anguish across his face. Timothy stood across the cafeteria, laughing hysterically.
All parts: 99% Damage, overload imminent
"A gutsy move," Bakura said to Shinobu as Gladiator fell to the ground, "By sacrificing all but the head part of Gladiator, Timothy was able to fire the morning star as a heat seeking missile."
Shinobu gasped, placing both hands on her mouth.
Terror Force: 100% Damage, function ceased. Morning Star: 100% Damage, function ceased
Demon Slayer stumbled to its feet. As it wobbled back and forth, Gabriel attempted to save his Medaparts.
"Demon Slayer," Gabriel stuttered, "Just try one more attack if you can. He can't move, so you have a free shot before you overload. Just walk up and take a swing!"
Demon Slayer managed to take a few steps forward before falling to its knees. Gabriel flinched, seeing it in pain.
"Must. . .fight. . ." Demon Slayer muttered, ". . .Gabriel's. . .relying. . .on. . .me. . ."
In one final attack, Demon Slayer fell forward, striking Gladiator on the head with its sword. As both Medabots dulled, Mr. Referee stepped forward.
"Function ceased! The winner is. . ." Mr. Referee paused, looking back and forth at both Medabots, "it is. . .a draw!"
Timothy fell to his knees in anger, "Just a moment longer and I would've had him! Couldn't I have been just another foot away!"
"Good fight, Tim."
Timothy looked up to see Gabriel, hand outstretched. Timothy's eyes narrowed. Taking his Medabot with him, he stalked down the hallway, leaving Gabriel standing in the center of the cafeteria.
"He doesn't seem too friendly. . ." Bakura whispered.
~
"Keiichi!" a girl's voice called down the hall.
Keiichi turned, then a smile crossed his face, "Belldandy!"
The ran to each other. They quickly embraced one another. After a moment, Belldandy stepped back, looking up at Keiichi's bright eyes.
"How was your day?"
Keiichi shrugged, "Lunch was interesting."
Belldandy smiled, thinking back to the Robattle, "Yes. I still think you could've won if you were in it."
Keiichi laughed a little to himself inwardly and smiled, "Motor-wheel is no- where near battle-ready."
"Hey!" a voice from Keiichi's Medawatch shouted.
"Sorry, Motor-wheel, but with Urd always trying to 'fix' you, it's gonna take a while before I can replace your wheels," Keiichi explained.
"Um. . .excuse me, Keiichi," a thin kid with black hair interrupted, "I couldn't help overhearing about your Medabot."
"Yeah, so?" Keiichi asked, dumbfounded.
"Do you even know who I am?"
". . .no. . ." Keiichi answered slowly.
"I'm Spyke, I'm in your class," the kid introduced himself, "I'm pretty good at fixing Medabots, I might be able to help you."
"That's not what I need help with," Keiichi explained, "I can fix my Motor- wheel just fine, it's one of my friends that I need help with. She keeps on 'accidentally' breaking my Medabot."
"I see," Spyke pondered, "Sorry, but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. . ."
"Well that was friendly," Keiichi stated as Spyke ran down the hall to catch up with two of his friends.
~
He looked down at the group photograph and grinned malevolently. At least one of them must be evil. 'This'll be easier than I thought. . .' Seaslug cackled to himself, preparing to meet with one of the people.
~
Author's Note: I am completely aware this is chaos. I tried to make everything unique, but I don't think I pulled it off. . .it'll get interesting in the next chapter! I promise. . .I hope, anyway. . .
Author's Note: The plot was completely designed and organized by me. There are no co-author's, I did all the work. This is set where all characters enlisted in school are 15, grade ten, except for Shinobu from Love Hina; she's one year younger, and in grade nine.
Ikki sighed gloomily as his teacher continued to introduce the line of new students. The last three days had been just the same. Ikki did remember the new kids from the first day; Keitaro, Narusegawa, Kitsune, Mutsumi, Kanako, and Motoko. He had also noticed a young girl around school named Shinobu that had been in another class. She was a year younger than Ikki.
Ikki tried to memorize the student's names. 'Let's see,' he thought, 'The short one is named Yugi Moto. The one with poofy blond hair is Joey. The one with the weird brown hair is Tristan. The one with the white-ish long hair is Bakura. The girl with brown hair is Tea. The girl with blond hair is Mai. And the tall one with neat brown hair is Seto Kaiba.'
Ikki thought back to the day before. That was the largest group. There was one guy named Todd. He had brought his Medabot, Ragnarock, a cat-type Medabot with a Phoenix medal.
"Now then," Ikki barely heard his teacher's voice, "It's lunch, so feel free to leave your seats."
The students rushed to grab their lunches and head to the cafeteria, or their money to buy a lunch. Ikki looked back, noticing Bakura wasn't really hanging out with anyone.
"Ikki! Hurry up!" Erika called.
"Coming!" Ikki yelled back, running down the halls, barely missing the Principal.
Bakura lifted his backpack onto his shoulders and left the classroom. Eyes closed, he nearly walked straight into a young girl with blue hair.
"Sorry," Bakura apologized, "I wasn't watching where I was going."
The girl blushed, "It's okay, I was just standing here anyway, I wasn't moving."
"I'm Bakura," Bakura introduced himself.
"My name's Shinobu," she answered, "are you in this class?"
"Yeah," Bakura nodded.
Shinobu smiled, "I'm in a class down the hall. I'm grade nine."
"I'm a grade ten," Bakura faltered for a moment, "Just out of curiosity, are you eating lunch with anyone?"
"No."
Bakura started to turn slightly pink, "I was just wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me. I'm kind of new here, and I don't have many friends."
Shinobu's smile broadened slightly, "I'm new, too."
Bakura's eyes widened at the coincidence.
"Do you want to have lunch with me?" Bakura repeated, turning a little redder.
"I'd like to," Shinobu started, "but I'm afraid in all of the confusion of getting ready for school, I forgot my lunch."
Bakura stuck his hand in his pocket, removing a few coins and one paper bill. After quickly counting the money, he said, "I have enough money for both of us to have a small lunch. I don't eat much anyway."
"Neither do I."
Bakura sighed inwardly. Shinobu looked confused at the look of relief on his face. Bakura suddenly became aware of himself, blinked a few times, and returned to his previous expression.
"So. . ." Shinobu said quite quietly, "do you want to go down to the cafeteria?"
Bakura nodded. The two walked off. Behind them, Keitaro Urashima fell through the ceiling after much flying through the air. His friend Keichii helped him up and together they stumbled to the first-aid room.
~
Bakura and Shinobu entered the cafeteria. It was madness. Students were standing around the perimeter, with baited breath. The Principal was holding off teachers opposed to the violence. Gabriel Fitzgerald stood opposite his rival, Timothy, holding his Medawatch up.
"Transport, Medabot!" both shouted.
Before them appeared to Medabots. One stood taller than Shinobu. It was Gladiator.
Gladiator: Type: Weapon, Medafighter: Timothy, Specialty: Morning Star.
Gladiator was entirely sooty black. Its right arm wielded a massive morning star. Its left arm held a large shield.
Gabriel's Medabot was Demon Slayer. A sword for a right arm, and a gun for the left.
Demon Slayer: Type: Weapon, Medafighter: Gabriel, Specialty: Ailment Disrupter.
Demon Slayer, still shorter than Gladiator, was quite tall for a Medabot. With a long sword in its right arm, a form of wide-range gun in the left, and the deep brown cloak thrown over its body it stood before Gabriel, his face stolid with confidence.
Gabriel removed the Weapon-type medal from his Medawatch and carefully placed it in Demon Slayer. Timothy, after tossing his Devil medal in the air and catching it, snapped it into his Gladiator.
A tall kid with grey hair stepped forward, throwing the baseball cap, sunglasses, and other accessories away to reveal Mr. Referee, "Medabots ready? Robattle!!!"
Author's Note: Cue stereotypical Medabots fighting music
Gladiator dashed forward. Demon Slayer stood perfectly still. As Gladiator neared his opponent, the morning star flew into the air, preparing to strike.
"He'll be crushed!" Shinobu gasped.
"I wouldn't be too sure. . ." Bakura muttered quietly.
As the morning star fell to the ground, it struck nothing but the carpeted floor. Demon Slayer rolled to the side, and was now coming at Gladiator with an upward slash.
Timothy bit his lip, "Block it, Gladiator!"
Gladiator's shield flew forward to take the blow. Gabriel grinned to himself. His eyes laughed, but his face remained frozen.
"Predictable, Tim," Gabriel retorted, "Demon Slayer, Ailment Disrupter!"
The gun raised to meet the shield. It fired, blowing the shield backward, the sword connecting to Gladiator's right leg.
Terror Force: 20% Damage
Gladiator retaliated with his Morning Star. As the morning star came at Demon Slayer, who stood unflinching, Gladiator's shield blocked the blow.
"What!?!" Timothy cried.
"Oh, sorry, Timothy" Gabriel laughed, "I thought you knew the effects of my Ailment Disrupter."
"It's a powerful tool," Bakura explained to Shinobu, "The Ailment Disrupter allows Gabriel to use any of his opponent's special abilities, such as blocking attacks, against them. Unfortunately, it leaves him with only one weapon."
Shinobu nodded in acknowledgement.
War Shield: 90% Damage, overload imminent
"That's it!" Timothy shouted.
The entire cafeteria became silent. The stared at Timothy. Gladiator and Demon Slayer stood, feet separating the two.
"What's it?" Gabriel asked.
"Gladiator!" Timothy yelled into his Medawatch, "Morning Light!"
Gladiator's eyes gleamed red. Its left arm dulled as it function ceased.
War Shield: 100% Damage, function ceased
Gladiator leapt forward, flailing its morning star. Demon Slayer took a few steps back, awaiting Gabriel's orders.
"Wait a second," Gabriel murmured, "Let's see what he's planning. . ."
Gladiator's morning star came down five feet away from its target. Just as it was about to strike the carpet, it shot from the right arm, heading directly for Demon Slayer.
"Gabriel!" Demon Slayer cried, "What do I do?"
"Uh. . ." Gabriel wracked his brain, "Run!"
It was too late. The morning star struck Demon Slayer, sending him sailing, landing before Mr. Referee. Gabriel took a step forward, anguish across his face. Timothy stood across the cafeteria, laughing hysterically.
All parts: 99% Damage, overload imminent
"A gutsy move," Bakura said to Shinobu as Gladiator fell to the ground, "By sacrificing all but the head part of Gladiator, Timothy was able to fire the morning star as a heat seeking missile."
Shinobu gasped, placing both hands on her mouth.
Terror Force: 100% Damage, function ceased. Morning Star: 100% Damage, function ceased
Demon Slayer stumbled to its feet. As it wobbled back and forth, Gabriel attempted to save his Medaparts.
"Demon Slayer," Gabriel stuttered, "Just try one more attack if you can. He can't move, so you have a free shot before you overload. Just walk up and take a swing!"
Demon Slayer managed to take a few steps forward before falling to its knees. Gabriel flinched, seeing it in pain.
"Must. . .fight. . ." Demon Slayer muttered, ". . .Gabriel's. . .relying. . .on. . .me. . ."
In one final attack, Demon Slayer fell forward, striking Gladiator on the head with its sword. As both Medabots dulled, Mr. Referee stepped forward.
"Function ceased! The winner is. . ." Mr. Referee paused, looking back and forth at both Medabots, "it is. . .a draw!"
Timothy fell to his knees in anger, "Just a moment longer and I would've had him! Couldn't I have been just another foot away!"
"Good fight, Tim."
Timothy looked up to see Gabriel, hand outstretched. Timothy's eyes narrowed. Taking his Medabot with him, he stalked down the hallway, leaving Gabriel standing in the center of the cafeteria.
"He doesn't seem too friendly. . ." Bakura whispered.
~
"Keiichi!" a girl's voice called down the hall.
Keiichi turned, then a smile crossed his face, "Belldandy!"
The ran to each other. They quickly embraced one another. After a moment, Belldandy stepped back, looking up at Keiichi's bright eyes.
"How was your day?"
Keiichi shrugged, "Lunch was interesting."
Belldandy smiled, thinking back to the Robattle, "Yes. I still think you could've won if you were in it."
Keiichi laughed a little to himself inwardly and smiled, "Motor-wheel is no- where near battle-ready."
"Hey!" a voice from Keiichi's Medawatch shouted.
"Sorry, Motor-wheel, but with Urd always trying to 'fix' you, it's gonna take a while before I can replace your wheels," Keiichi explained.
"Um. . .excuse me, Keiichi," a thin kid with black hair interrupted, "I couldn't help overhearing about your Medabot."
"Yeah, so?" Keiichi asked, dumbfounded.
"Do you even know who I am?"
". . .no. . ." Keiichi answered slowly.
"I'm Spyke, I'm in your class," the kid introduced himself, "I'm pretty good at fixing Medabots, I might be able to help you."
"That's not what I need help with," Keiichi explained, "I can fix my Motor- wheel just fine, it's one of my friends that I need help with. She keeps on 'accidentally' breaking my Medabot."
"I see," Spyke pondered, "Sorry, but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. . ."
"Well that was friendly," Keiichi stated as Spyke ran down the hall to catch up with two of his friends.
~
He looked down at the group photograph and grinned malevolently. At least one of them must be evil. 'This'll be easier than I thought. . .' Seaslug cackled to himself, preparing to meet with one of the people.
~
Author's Note: I am completely aware this is chaos. I tried to make everything unique, but I don't think I pulled it off. . .it'll get interesting in the next chapter! I promise. . .I hope, anyway. . .