I still don't own Medabots ::drowns in a river of tears::

ISHITEKI IS MINE!

An idiot? Yes. Yes I am.

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LAST TIME: 'And that was when it finally hit home in his more-than-a-little-slow mind…'

AND NOW!!! ::cough:: yeah:

…this was his grandfather's lab! The one he would lock himself away into for months at a time, immersed in his old little world. He had never let anyone see inside it – even the day before he died, he had a double reinforced steel door with 53 separate locks fitted. It was as if he couldn't bear for anything to get in – or out…

He had worked on the initial designs of what were to become the modern Medabots that everybody but his grandson seemed to have. Well, there was Henry, but he was just…well…Henry. Strangely enough, Ishiteki had no desire whatsoever for a Medabot of his own.

oO::FLASHBACK::Oo

"Please…can y-you promise me one…" he paused to take a frail breath "…one thing…?"

"W…what?"

Ishiteki sat by the bedside of his grandfather. At only seven years old, he had to watch him draw his last breath.

"You have to promise me first…"

"Okay. I promise..."

"You must promise me…promise me that you will never become a medafighter. Don't even get close to one of those abominations, so-called Medabots."

"B-but…"

He looked the young boy in the eyes "Ishiteki, listen to me. My entire life has been consumed by those things. I pity myself for helping in the creation of these foul metal life forms. Through my entire life's work, the only thing I have managed to create is a monster…" he handed him a small gold hexagon, engraved with a howling wolf, a glittering gem resting in it's eye. "Keep it safe…nobody must ever hear or see of it! It is a danger…please-" he was cut short, breath catching in his throat, eyes widening. He looked skywards, unseeing, and finally departed, his last unfinished words hanging in the stale air.

oO::END FLASHBACK::Oo

He brushed the thick of the junk off, and tried to get up, but found his legs trapped under something. He tried to wriggle free, but to no avail. Looking down, he couldn't really tell what was pinning him, since it was covered in an apparent mountain of scrap metal and wiring. He looked at it for a minute, puzzling over what to do next. He eventually spotted a small hexagonal opening that intrigued him for a reason utterly beyond him. Then again, most things were utterly beyond him, so no surprises there. He stared at it for another few minutes, when a thought struck him. He fumbled around in his pocket until he found what he was looking for. He held up a small gold hexagon, allowing it to glint in the sunlight.

%What if this fits into that…six sided…shape…thing? Maybe it's a key to a box full of treasure or something cool like that…wait – what was it that grandpa said about it being dangerous…I'VE GOT IT! It must be a box full of money, since money is the route of all bad stuff… or something. YEAH! And it's really heavy too…I'M GONNA BE SO RICH! Maybe it has a football in there too…%

And then he did the most stupid and brilliant thing he had ever done in his life.

He plunged the small gold shape into no return.

He closed his eyes, humming happily. He felt around for a lid, or opening of some sort to the box, but ended up falling flat on his face.

"HEY! What the hell?! Who took the box?!"

He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by a pair of cold blue ones. He yelped, backing into a corner.

"DON'T HURT ME!"

It twitched, as if unsure of what to do next. The 'thing', of course, was a robot of some sort. Anybody's best guess would be that it was a Medabot. A very crude form of one, but still a Medabot nonetheless. With closer inspection, it had a head that closely resembled a wolf's, and a two-hinge 'tail'. The rest of it's body actually looked vaguely humanesque, being mainly made up of stainless steel and purple. It's breastplate, along with various other patch-ups on it's body, were the same cold aqua as it's eyes. On one of it's arms, a small gun seemed to have been built in, apparently more intentioned for self defence than an attack as the aggressor, although the jet black claws it possessed on each limb looked pretty formidable in themselves. If you were to go as far as giving it a gender, then it would most definitely be female – the…well…womanly shape of it's breastplate and the contours of it's body, as well as the metal 'skirt' it appeared to be wearing. Wiring hung haphazardly outside her armour, some connecting to other parts, others merely dangling. She bared a slight resemblance to the modern WLF type, but only in as much as the animal they were modelled from.

She looked at Ishiteki, tilting her head slightly. It sounded as if it was trying to say something, but all that came out was a sound not dissimilar to a mix of static and fingernails scraping down a chalkboard. She ended her failed attempt at speech, and tried another tactic. Pointing her cannon at the boy, she walked slowly backwards, and towards the un-broken window on the other side of the room. Breaking the glass, she merely stepped out of it into a freefall, not even making an attempt at a decent landing.

Ishiteki heard a loud crash, but still remained rooted to the spot. After about five minutes of standing in fear, he shook himself out of it, wandering over to the window the strange metal creature had made it's escape through. Looking down, it lead into a narrow little back-alley.

There was no sign of her.

He scratched his head "Well…that was weird. Now where did I put that ball…?"

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A little longer than the first chapter, ne?

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