Disclaimer: I do not own Medabots or any of the original characters from the manga. They belong to Horumarin. I own my characters, which include Foxfire and Akura Yukienata. I also own the plot.

Foxfire sat in white cushioned chair beside Akura's hospital bed. Her optics were dimmed, as if she were napping. But the FOX was merely thinking.

'Metabee, what a dolt. How could he do something like that?' She thought, not in anger but in sadness. Foxfire looked over to the same pale face of Akura in her bed. The same unconscious look, the same forever sleeping feeling.

Foxfire wished nothing more than for Akura to just rise up from her bed and smile. Akura would curse on Metabee right along with Foxfire if she could.

The same challenge played over and over inside her head. Like a tape repeatedly rewinding and then playing again. The way they sounded, it was like they were right in front of her again.

Foxfire looked up to the ceiling. Sighing staring at the roof over her head. Until Metabee came and apologized to her, this would be her home.

The femme looked back down and glanced at a mirror. Her brain almost forced her to see Metabee challenging Rokusho again. This was maddening. Foxfire glared at the mirror and suddenly, without warning, the glass of the mirror blew apart, shards flying everywhere.

The FOX gasped and jumped over to shield Akura from the sharp blades shooting this way and that.

When all chaos had ended. Foxfire looked up, and found her armor scratched here and there. She was even leaking oil down her leg. She jumped off the bed and grabbed a tissue from the desk across the room and stuffed it in the hole.

She looked around and groaned, hanging her head down. There was glass all over. This was just one of those stupid disadvantages of being able to control elements. Whether they had been tampered with or not. Stupid sand made into glass. She picked up a broom leaning against the wall conveniently and began sweeping up the mess, being sure to avoid stepping on glass.

This was crazy; her mind was torturing her now. Metabee's challenge to Rokusho was no playing in each shard. His words repeating over and over.

'I challenge you to a Robattle. Winner gets Foxfire!'

'I challenge you to a Robattle. Winner gets Foxfire!'

'I challenge you to a Robattle. Winner gets Foxfire!'

'I challenge you to a Robattle. Winner gets Foxfire!'

"Ugh! Stop it!" Foxfire shouted. And the challenges stopped. Instead she heard something else.

"Foxfire?" Foxfire's optics flew open and she stared in shock at the Medabot calling her name.

It was Rokusho. He had come in through the balcony like always, and was wearing his familiar cloak, like always. But was giving her a funny look, as if she had done something weird, or just out of the ordinary.

'At least he's not staring at me like I'm crazy.' Foxfire rubbed the back of her head and laughed nervously.

"Euh hey, Rokusho. Euhm, I was just---"

"Cleaning up?" The KWG walked in further and slid away some of the threatening glass shards with the toe of his boot.

"Uh, yeah." Foxfire smiled; glad he had decided to push aside what had just happened. Perhaps he could understand what she was going through.

'Or maybe he just doesn't want to make it awkward and ask you why you're acting like such a loon.' The Dark side sniggered.

"Could I assist you?" Rokusho asked. Foxfire was surprised that he would want to stay with her longer. She nodded and looked around the room for another broom. But there was nothing left but a simple dustpan to sweep dirt into.

"Oh, I don't think there are any brooms left though." Foxfire said. Rokusho shook his head before removing his cloak.

"Nonsense, we have something just as good right here." He put his cloak on a coat hanger on the door and picked up the small dustpan. Foxfire had to fight hard to keep herself from giggling. Just seeing the mighty unbeatable Rokusho use a measly little dustpan to help Foxfire clean up was just funny.

Rokusho kneeled down and awaited Foxfire to sweep the glass into his dustpan. And she did so. She began sweeping the small mirror fragments in and each time the dustpan became full Rokusho would stand back up and dump the glass into a garbage bin.

They continued these simple actions over and over. Soon they were down to only a few corners of the rooms. Foxfire's cheeks grew red as they did. This was... nice. It was peaceful.

They chatted as they worked. Talking about Rokusho's journey to other cities and things he had seen. They would pause after each simple conversation, both trying to think of what else to say.

Foxfire liked to daydream a little during the pauses. Dreaming of what it would be like to just go with Rokusho on one of his journeys. She knew he was more solitary than coupling and would never want her to come, she still liked to dream.

Unfortunately, during her third check to out to Lala Land, she was completely unaware that she had walked forward while sweeping into the gathered pile of glass.

"YeeeeOWWW!" Foxfire jumped up and fell over in the pain of her foot. Rokusho's optics flashed wide open and he stared at her incredulously, wondering what in the world she had done.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Rokusho dropped the dustpan and crawled over, seeing as he was already on his knees and Foxfire was on the ground.

"Owww... I stepped on a piece of glass! Rrgh! Stupid glass!" Foxfire whimpered and winced as she held her foot. Rokusho looked down and saw a large piece of glass apparently lodged in her foot.

Rokusho chuckled and helped Foxfire up. "No worries. I can take it out for you." Foxfire stared at him in shock.

"What?! No! No more pain for me!" The FOX shook her head.

"Then we must take it out. There's no need for you to fret. I can take it out without any pain on your behalf." He guided Foxfire, while she hopped on one foot, to the chair beside Akura and sat her down. "Now give me your hand."

Foxfire blinked and gave him a funny look. Her hand? Whatever for? "What for?"

"I'll tell you after. Now just do as I say. Please give me your hand." Foxfire lifted up her hand and Rokusho grasped it in his. He leaned forward a little, bring his face only five or six inches away. Her face heated up rapidly.

"R-Rokusho. I- "

"Shhh. I need your utmost attention, Foxfire." Foxfire looked up and saw his optics with a serious expression. She nodded and listened carefully. "Now on my count to three, I want you to squeeze my hand as tightly as you can."

"Wha--?"

"No questions, just do it." Foxfire held her question back and nodded before gulping. "On three. One, two...three!

Foxfire began squeezing Rokusho's hand with all her might, not seeing how this would help her foot but did it anyway. Perhaps Rokusho knew something she didn't?

The FOX began counting how long she was holding Rokusho's hand. Five seconds... 10 seconds, 12.

"Okay, it's done. You can let go now."

"Hunh?" Foxfire looked up and gradually let go of Rokusho's hand. What had been the point to it again?

"Do you feel anymore pain from your foot?" The KWG type asked happily. That's when it struck Foxfire.

"N...no. I don't." She lifted up her foot and saw neither trace of the piece of glass nor any pain it had caused. Rokusho had it in his hands as a matter of fact. "But, shouldn't it have hurt? I didn't feel a thing!" Rokusho just smiled.

"That's exactly why I had you squeeze my hand, you had all your thoughts on squeezing my hand, that you had no idea that I was taking out the glass. Why do you think I made you hold my hand?"

"Uhm, I don't know." Foxfire shrugged feeling very stupid at the moment. But was at least glad the glass was now out of her foot. Maybe no she could relax.

But this idea was not on her side for she could see that there were still a few piles to be swept up. She'd completely forgotten that they hadn't finished.

"Oh-! The glass!" Foxfire got up, but a slight strike of pain shot up her leg from where the glass had been. This caused her to lose her balance. And Rokusho was still right in front of her.

Foxfire bumped into Rokusho, he stumbled back, she grabbed his hand to stop him, and he took her down with him and they both landed on the ground.

Foxfire pushed herself up and felt something move from beneath her. She opened her optics and found herself on top of Rokusho.

Rokusho slowly opened his up his own optics and stared at her, not knowing what to say. Both of their faces turned red at the situation.

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Metabee lied on the bed, his optics only half-open and dimmed to olive green. Ikki, Erika and Brass sat around the bed in chairs they had brought in. All three were trying to console Metabee about the fight, and perhaps try to reason with him.

"Metabee there's no reason you should be getting yourself down like this. Why not just go talk to Foxfire?" Brass suggested, worried about the KBT. Nothing but a sigh was heard.

Erika took a snap shot of Metabee and Ikki glared at her.

"Quit it, Erika!" He hissed. Erika stuck out her tongue.

"Are you kidding me? This is total school newsworthy stuff!" Ikki sweat dropped and ran a hand through his hair.

"Metabee you've gotta quit doing this! So you and Foxfire got mad at each other! Big deal! You two are gonna get mad at each sometimes so you can just laze around in MY bed and sulk about it! You've gotta go do something about it! Just go over to the hospital and talk to Foxfire! Take Brass's advice!"

The KBT got up and looked at Ikki, his optics returning to their beautiful emerald green.

"You're right Ikki! That's what I should do! I should just go over there and talk to Foxfire! "

Ikki smiled. "That's great Metabee! Now let's go, we'll walk you there just in case you chicken out."

Another snap shot was taken of Metabee, blinding him slightly. "Yes! And Metabee summons his courage to go and win his love back!"

"Euh, right Erika."

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"Do you have any idea what you're going to say?" Ikki asked as they rode in the elevator up to Foxfire's room. Erika and Brass had decided to stay downstairs.

"Nope, not a clue!" Metabee said, not really caring that he didn't know. He figured he'd do the same thing he did in a Robattle. Wing it.

"Greaaat." Ikki let out a breath as the elevator doors slid open and they walked out and along the corridor. But something stopped the two.

Two large THUMPS were heard, like some big objects had fallen down together. Metabee blinked and almost thought it had came from Foxfire's room.

"What the--. Foxfire!" Metabee ran down the hallway to her room, while Ikki followed.

The KBT swung open the door and stared incredulously at a shocking site.

Foxfire as on top of Rokusho, both blushing. They looked his way to see him.

Foxfire, at first was completely speechless, not knowing what to say to Metabee in her situation. But the dark Foxfire certainly knew what to say.

She got up off of Rokusho and stood on her feet in front of Metabee.

"What are you doing here?" She said calmly, but with an angry tone to it.

Metabee's optics only widened. "What am I- what am *I* doing here?! What- What were you DOING with HIM?!" He pointed to Rokusho, who had also gotten up.

"I FELL on him, for your information. But I asked first, now what are you doing here?" The dark was still calm, like calm before the storm though.

"Me?! I came here to FORGIVE you! I-"

"YOU forgive ME?! You have some NERVE spitting that kind of crud here. I have no reason to say sorry to you; I have no need to be forgiven! Unless you have a better reason for being here, I'm leaving."

"KikikKKiikikiikiikiiikikkiiKI!" Was all Metabee could spurt out. Metabee couldn't believe what she was saying! And it looked as if Rokusho couldn't believe it either. He looked almost as surprised as he did.

"I'm leaving, NOW." Foxfire turned away and walked past Rokusho, not even giving the KWG a glance. She pushed off onto the balcony railing and dived off.

Rokusho and Metabee stood in a solemn silence. Both completely dumbfounded.