It had been a long Monday morning. Bakura saw Shinobu once before classes,
but she quickly rushed off, her face bright red. He had spent all of break
searching for her, ignoring the Robattle between a couple people he didn't
know. Now it was lunch, Bakura stood in the spot where he had first met
Shinobu.
He sighed, and headed toward the cafeteria. He hoped she would be there. Bakura wanted to talk to here. He hoped she wanted to talk to him.
And yet, he hoped she wasn't there. If she was, he wouldn't know how to say what he wanted. He would end up looking at her from the other side of the room. Occasionally, she would look at him, but quickly turn away.
He was torn. He wasn't sure what he wanted. He stumbled off toward the cafeteria, backpack slung over his shoulders.
~
"Good job, Rubberrobo," Seaslug congratulated, holding the Dark Magician's medal between his forefinger and thumb.
"Thanks," Joey muttered.
"You put those Black Skull parts we gave you to good use," Seaslug commented, "I think we can move you up to a slightly higher level."
With a classic Rubberrobo smirk, Seaslug lead Joey into another room. Within it were two chairs and a desk. Behind the desk was a filing cabinet. Seaslug sat behind the desk and motioned for Joey to sit opposite him. Joey sat in the chair, looking quite odd in his Rubberrobo suit.
"You see, Rubberrobo," Seaslug began, placing his feet on the desk and tilting backward in his chair, "You're one of the best Medafighters we have. And we need you on the most important business. I think you're ready for it."
Grinning again, Seaslug spun in his chair, now facing the filing cabinet. Searching through it, he continued, "We, the Rubberrobo Gang, have compiled a set of files, each containing information on a rare, or just powerful, medal. We will assign you a medal to obtain for us. You will be given all the information we possess. Do you understand?"
Joey nodded as Seaslug turned to see him, handing him a folder, "You may go, Rubberrobo, good luck!"
Joey shuffled outside, cursing under his breath. Looking inside the folder, he read aloud, "Hmm. . .Ragnarock. Cat-type Medabot with a Phoenix Medal. . .Medafighter is Todd Jacobs. Hey, he's in my class!"
Joey stopped walking. He flipped through various pages. A couple were images taken of Ragnarock and Todd in combat. Ragnarock appeared to function on all fours, having two grappling attacks similar to Sumilidon's Shadow Sword (both using claws). One attack is fast, can get in a couple of continuous shots, but is fairly weak. The other is slow, but tends to make Medaparts malfunction. Its head part has the ability to spew flames.
He read the information on Todd. A B-average student. Often spends time on the roof of his house or with his brother and twin, Mort Jacobs. Currently in a relationship with Vanessa Glendale. Quite a passive person, but takes video games too seriously.
"Heh. . .sound like a nice guy to me," Joey muttered, "But I got my orders."
~
It was quarter-past 3:00. She sat outside the school, leaning against the wall. She didn't want to go home. She didn't want to do anything. She felt as if she had offended the one person she held dear.
He turned the corner, noticing her sitting before him. He stood there for a moment, realizing she hadn't seen him. He bit his lip, walking forward. He sat down next to her.
"Shinobu. . ." he whispered.
She turned and looked at him, just noticing his presence, "Bakura. . .I. . .I'm sorry. . ."
"Why?"
"I. . ." Shinobu tried to talk, but couldn't find the right words.
"You thought you hurt me?" Bakura suggested.
Shinobu nodded fearfully. Bakura sighed, slightly relieved. A slight smile flickered across the edge of his face.
"Shinobu," Bakura continued, "I. . ." Bakura bit his lip once more, eyes revealing his fear, "I love you."
Shinobu's right hand slowly climbed to her mouth. It then outstretched, along with the left, carefully placing themselves behind Bakura's neck. Bakura cautiously took her by the waist. They slowly drew closer, almost afraid of what may happen. They did not fear a kiss, they were afraid of some unknown source.
Their lips slowly touched. Now their eyes were closed. They were lost in one another's embrace.
They drew back, looking into the other's eyes. There was a small smile on their faces, more shy than happy.
"Bakura," Shinobu replied, "I love you, too."
~
"Jet!" the confident voice shouted into the pilot's room.
"Yeah?" the gruff man called back.
"We've got a job!"
"Doing?"
"We have to catch some gang member," Spike Spiegel explained, "Big Shot says some Principal of a school placed a bounty of 10 Million Woo-long on the man alive."
"Who is it?" Jet asked, entering the room.
"A guy named Joey Wheeler. He's a student at the Principal's school. Apparently, this Joey guy joined the Rubberrobo Gang, an organization trying to steal the rare medals from Medafighters and use them to conquer the world. Joey Robattled his best friend for his medal and won. Big Shot also says there's another 5 Million if we get him to reform from the Rubberrobo Gang."
"So why did you choose this one?" Jet asked suspiciously.
"Why not?" Spike answered nonchalantly.
"C'mon, Spike," Jet insisted, "There's always a reason."
"Alright," Spike shrugged, "where there's a school, there's a cafeteria."
~
Author's Note: Okay, I have something to work with! Thank you Alyee! You make me sooooooooooooooooo happy! ^_^! I have a friend (well, at least I assume I have a friend. . .)!
Next time: Spike comes after Joey. But when the Rubberrobo Gang continues to grow, can one mere Bounty Hunter stop it, or just stall for time?
He sighed, and headed toward the cafeteria. He hoped she would be there. Bakura wanted to talk to here. He hoped she wanted to talk to him.
And yet, he hoped she wasn't there. If she was, he wouldn't know how to say what he wanted. He would end up looking at her from the other side of the room. Occasionally, she would look at him, but quickly turn away.
He was torn. He wasn't sure what he wanted. He stumbled off toward the cafeteria, backpack slung over his shoulders.
~
"Good job, Rubberrobo," Seaslug congratulated, holding the Dark Magician's medal between his forefinger and thumb.
"Thanks," Joey muttered.
"You put those Black Skull parts we gave you to good use," Seaslug commented, "I think we can move you up to a slightly higher level."
With a classic Rubberrobo smirk, Seaslug lead Joey into another room. Within it were two chairs and a desk. Behind the desk was a filing cabinet. Seaslug sat behind the desk and motioned for Joey to sit opposite him. Joey sat in the chair, looking quite odd in his Rubberrobo suit.
"You see, Rubberrobo," Seaslug began, placing his feet on the desk and tilting backward in his chair, "You're one of the best Medafighters we have. And we need you on the most important business. I think you're ready for it."
Grinning again, Seaslug spun in his chair, now facing the filing cabinet. Searching through it, he continued, "We, the Rubberrobo Gang, have compiled a set of files, each containing information on a rare, or just powerful, medal. We will assign you a medal to obtain for us. You will be given all the information we possess. Do you understand?"
Joey nodded as Seaslug turned to see him, handing him a folder, "You may go, Rubberrobo, good luck!"
Joey shuffled outside, cursing under his breath. Looking inside the folder, he read aloud, "Hmm. . .Ragnarock. Cat-type Medabot with a Phoenix Medal. . .Medafighter is Todd Jacobs. Hey, he's in my class!"
Joey stopped walking. He flipped through various pages. A couple were images taken of Ragnarock and Todd in combat. Ragnarock appeared to function on all fours, having two grappling attacks similar to Sumilidon's Shadow Sword (both using claws). One attack is fast, can get in a couple of continuous shots, but is fairly weak. The other is slow, but tends to make Medaparts malfunction. Its head part has the ability to spew flames.
He read the information on Todd. A B-average student. Often spends time on the roof of his house or with his brother and twin, Mort Jacobs. Currently in a relationship with Vanessa Glendale. Quite a passive person, but takes video games too seriously.
"Heh. . .sound like a nice guy to me," Joey muttered, "But I got my orders."
~
It was quarter-past 3:00. She sat outside the school, leaning against the wall. She didn't want to go home. She didn't want to do anything. She felt as if she had offended the one person she held dear.
He turned the corner, noticing her sitting before him. He stood there for a moment, realizing she hadn't seen him. He bit his lip, walking forward. He sat down next to her.
"Shinobu. . ." he whispered.
She turned and looked at him, just noticing his presence, "Bakura. . .I. . .I'm sorry. . ."
"Why?"
"I. . ." Shinobu tried to talk, but couldn't find the right words.
"You thought you hurt me?" Bakura suggested.
Shinobu nodded fearfully. Bakura sighed, slightly relieved. A slight smile flickered across the edge of his face.
"Shinobu," Bakura continued, "I. . ." Bakura bit his lip once more, eyes revealing his fear, "I love you."
Shinobu's right hand slowly climbed to her mouth. It then outstretched, along with the left, carefully placing themselves behind Bakura's neck. Bakura cautiously took her by the waist. They slowly drew closer, almost afraid of what may happen. They did not fear a kiss, they were afraid of some unknown source.
Their lips slowly touched. Now their eyes were closed. They were lost in one another's embrace.
They drew back, looking into the other's eyes. There was a small smile on their faces, more shy than happy.
"Bakura," Shinobu replied, "I love you, too."
~
"Jet!" the confident voice shouted into the pilot's room.
"Yeah?" the gruff man called back.
"We've got a job!"
"Doing?"
"We have to catch some gang member," Spike Spiegel explained, "Big Shot says some Principal of a school placed a bounty of 10 Million Woo-long on the man alive."
"Who is it?" Jet asked, entering the room.
"A guy named Joey Wheeler. He's a student at the Principal's school. Apparently, this Joey guy joined the Rubberrobo Gang, an organization trying to steal the rare medals from Medafighters and use them to conquer the world. Joey Robattled his best friend for his medal and won. Big Shot also says there's another 5 Million if we get him to reform from the Rubberrobo Gang."
"So why did you choose this one?" Jet asked suspiciously.
"Why not?" Spike answered nonchalantly.
"C'mon, Spike," Jet insisted, "There's always a reason."
"Alright," Spike shrugged, "where there's a school, there's a cafeteria."
~
Author's Note: Okay, I have something to work with! Thank you Alyee! You make me sooooooooooooooooo happy! ^_^! I have a friend (well, at least I assume I have a friend. . .)!
Next time: Spike comes after Joey. But when the Rubberrobo Gang continues to grow, can one mere Bounty Hunter stop it, or just stall for time?