Disclaimer: I do not own Medabots, nor any of the characters from the original manga. I own myself and all of my characters, that including both Foxfire and Foxy, Akura and Dr. Yukienata. Horumarin-sama owns Medabots. I own the rights to this fanfic.

The night wore on, growing older as the lights in not only the sky but in homes as well faded. People and Medabots alike went to bed, waiting for the next day to rise.

Though of course, there are those who have sleep escape them for hours at a time. Not as much as insomniacs as people who just happen to have quite a lot on their minds. Too much on their minds to let them relax.

Or too much on their processors to shut down for the night.

Foxfire was curled up at the bottom of the bed, resting with her head on a pillow. Her counterpart, Foxy, had shut down an hour ago according to her internal clock.

But she herself was much too nervous to join Foxy. Actually, she wasn't sure whether she was too nervous, or if her mind felt lonely not having someone to talk to....

Even though that morning the one thing Foxfire had desperately wanted was to shut off, she needed to take in today's events and make sense of them. This was the only time she had to do that.

'Foxy wants me destroyed, Dr. Aki has us seperated, Dr. Yukienata gives Foxy a body....' the list went on and on. So much had happened in one day. Foxfire was surprised she wasn't tired from it all. 'Rokusho didn't come back.'

The FOX's optics dimmed at that thought. Rokusho hadn't showed up all night to see if things were okay. She'd been sorely looking forward to talking with him again. Everything always seemed to look up when he made sense of her thoughts. She'd come to him distressed, worried or just plain depressed about something and he would take it all away.

'He must've had something better to do.' She thought, her stomach parts seemed to flop at the idea.

He never would've liked you in the first place anyway!

'Probably.' She wasn't anything like Rokusho. He was strong, he was brave, always a hero and always knew the right thing to do. Why would he give her a second glance? Foxfire mulled it over in her pillow, turning to face the window at the back of the room.

What she saw nearly got her to jump out of her armor. Instead, she settled for slipping off the side of the bed in surprise.

Rokusho crouched at the window bathed in moonlight, his feet holding strong on the window sill outside and almond-shaped, red optics staring at her..

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Rokusho blinked a few times when Foxfire fell off the bed when seeing him. "Woops." He quipped. He himself had been convinced she was asleep, so when she had turned over he'd nearly slipped off the window sill.

He saw her stand up, giving him an incredulous look before walking to the window. Rokusho sweatdropped, fully aware of how odd it must've looked for him to be sitting at Foxfire's window sill at almost 11 at night.

Foxfire opened the window and he gave a small wave. "Uh, good evening." He managed to whisper to a very disgruntled looking FOX.

She didn't return the greeting. "What are you doing?!" She hissed through her transmission. Rokusho put a finger to where a mouth should've been. He then nodded his head over to the sleeping form of Foxy.

"Not here." He whispered, holding out a hand to help Foxfire onto the sill. She glanced at her 'sister' with a nod of acknowledgement.

Foxfire took Rokusho's hand and was soon pulled up to the inside window sill. She put a hand on the window pane's frame to keep her balance while Rokusho hopped up to the roof. Her ears picked up a definite 'PUMB' which she winced at, and then a PUN(not the joke, the sound) farther up.

She took one last look over her shoulder at Foxy, positive she had to have heard something by then. Though Foxfire thought she had seen the red optics open, the DFX snoozed away.

Rokusho sat on the roof, his feet treds able to keep enough friction on the shingles to stay still. For a second he wondered if Foxfire had actually gone back in. But the thought was diminished when he saw her skip up the roof to his side.

"I'm sorry for coming so late." He said while she sat down, her tail resting in her lap.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" She asked, sounding a little exasperated. The KWG nodded, a little ashamed.

"Yes. But I did want to talk to you alone." Foxfire raised part of her optics at that. She was the only one he wanted to talk to? Though her hope was renewed that Rokusho might actually consider her more than friends, she knew that he only meant just her so he could get away from Metabee and Foxy's rude remarks.

"Oh... well don't worry about it then." She put up a mental smile for him, waving a little as if to dismiss the matter. Rokusho let out a breath of relief, glad she wasn't angry. "I hope you weren't waiting long."

"Hmm? No, I had just arrived." He lied. Rokusho had been sitting at that window for a good few minutes before Foxfire had discovered him. "Well, was everything okay? Foxy behaved?"

The FOX nodded, sure that Rokusho would want to be on his way soon enough. "She was fine. She fit in quite well with Metabee."

"Really?"

"Yes, they both compared Robattle standings, showed off parts and they've even scheduled a Robattle tomorrow." She 'heh'ed a little at the last part. Rokusho made a sound of agreement.

"Mmm, both for the pointless fighting.... And she didn't say anything smart to you?" Foxfire shrugged.

"No, nothing smart. Just stupid teasing."

"Eh? Teasing?" Rokusho tightened his fist a little. Once he had left, they must've turned their amusement to her. All because he had been found looking at her!

"Yeah, stupid stuff." Rokusho mentally pouted at her. He hated how she always took insults or trash talking lying down and not stand up for herself. She would just take the words in and not say anything to stop it. It got to him a lot.

"Well it's still teasing. Did she do anything else?" Foxfire gave another shake of the head, her metal 'hair' swinging lightly as she did so.

"No, she was fine." She was sure he'd want to leave now. So sure that she lifting up her rear when Rokusho spoke up again.

"So... what did you do tonight?"

The FOX gave him a funny look, sitting back down. He was interested in what she had done? Was he actually being casual?

Foxfire rarely ever had a normal conversation with the Kuwagata type. He was either off in other towns, with the others when she was around or just asking about Akura. They'd never really talked about each other or asked how the other one was. Therefore, the sudden question about Foxfire was a little stunning.

"Uhh, I--uh... I had some oil... watched TV and then went to bed." She cursed herself for not having done something more interesting or atleast not sound so lazy. "Wh-what did you do?" She added quickly. Rokusho raised his optics, surprised she would want to know.

"Well, I walked around town for a bit. Then I figured I would come to check on you late so I spent time mostly lazing about in a tree." He laughed lightly, scratching the back of his head. Foxfire giggled, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"No matter what you always seem to be in a tree." Rokusho nodded, mentally smiling.

"Nature's chairs as Hushi used to say. I'm just glad it hasn't rained yet otherwise I'd be quite rusty." This was... nice. He liked talking to Foxfire this way. Just the two of them have a perfectly normal conversation. He only wished he could've had more of them with her. No one to bother them so he was free to talk to her about anything.

"Ah! When was the last time you had some hot oil?" The FOX asked all of a sudden, remembering that they had box full of cans full of oil. Rokusho furrowed his optics, taken off guard by the question and actually trying to recall the last time he'd had hot oil.

"Hmm. Actually, I really can't say I can think of the last time I had oil." He mentally smiled, sheepishly at that.

Foxfire had been expecting that answer. His parts were always dirty and could've used a good tune up. Some hot oil would do him good. She patted his arm and leaned down to end of the roof.

"I'll be right back." She said before taking off down the shingles. Rokusho watched her quickly hop off the roof and swing into the window sill. He remained in his spot, taking in a deep breath to calm his nerve receptions down.

He'd been itching to talk to Foxfire about something slightly different than her activities of the night. Something that had had him on edge the rest of the afternoon.

He WANTED to say something about what Foxy had said in the Application room, had even thought about it most of the night on how to hint it to her. But the mighty Rokusho was afraid of what she would say or think of him. And the last thing he wanted was to remind her of what had happened in that white room.

Rokusho felt silly thinking that Foxfire would find a love interest in him. He was poor, mature, old Rokusho. Not to mention he was barely in town enough to talk to her properly. Why would she like him?

Then again, now that he thought about it, there were times when he really should've realized the possibility sooner. The night Foxfire had first been attacked by her dark side in her dream, the way she had hugged him so close when she was scared. Or last month when he had been cleaning up the glass in Akura's room with Foxfire, she'd fallen on him by accident....

Rokusho shook his head to rid himself of such thoughts. He had actually picture what would've happened if Metabee hadn't stormed in on the two.

What did Rokusho think of Foxfire? Friend. He had always pictured Foxfire to be a young(okay attractive) friend of his. He liked to talk to her and respected her for who she was. But he'd never considered her more than that. And he'd never considered she would feel any different.

However, now he wasn't sure.

'I'll just hint to her about it. She'll tell me that stupid Dark Fox was just teasing and that'll be the end of it.'

But the time to ask never came. Rokusho waited on the roof for another good ten minutes planning what to say, before actually wondering where Foxfire was.

He stood up from his spot and jumped to the end of the roof, swinging into the window frame. Rokusho made sure that Foxy was still asleep before entering the room. He opened up the door to peer down a corridor of doors to the others' bedrooms, passing by a snoring Ikki and Metabee, a sleeping Mrs. Tenryou and a snoring Mr. Tenryou.

"Foxfire?" He whispered, tip toeing through the hallway and coming down a carpeted staircase. He called her name again, knowing that with her hearing she HAD to hear him. He came into the living room, nothing. He walked into the front lobby with the door and a shelf of shoes and slippers, nothing.

Rokusho walked into the kitchen, something.

There was a box of hot oil cans just sitting on the floor, a small carpet thrown into the corner and muddy foot prints stamped across the floor. The KWG followed the foot prints all the way to the back door.

Everyone else was still asleep, the only thing Rokusho could notice that was gone was Foxfire.