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 fic... strikes a pose
Author's Note: sooo winging this Man... I should really start thinking about wrapping this up or it might end up being my longest fic yet... Sorry for the delay, was a bitch glares
Sound is bliss. And hearing is a luxury.
Foxfire learned this as she was kept captive. To hear things, to know that there were other things around you was amazing. There were not only things around you, but you KNEW they were there and you were comforted by that fact. You weren't alone.
But no sound was to be feared. Because if there's no sound, it means there's nothing to make it.
Silence hung in the white room. The blank walls filtered out any kind of noise from the outside world from where Foxfire sat. She, huddled in the corner while White Sword stood proudly on the other side of the room. Watching her with saffron optics.
Foxfire attempted to keep pressure over the wound on her side. She needed to keep the oil from leaking, but it was hard when on of the wires had been sliced open. Thank you to White Sword's katana.
The quiet was to be feared. Nothing broke through it.
His optics kept her in his sight. When White Sword the ninja 'bot was told to do something by his Medafighter, he obviously stuck to it. He'd been ordered to keep an eye on Foxfire. Guard her.
The SIN type hadn't taken his gaze away from her for a second. There must have been five minutes inbetween each blink. He hadn't spoken, he hadn't fidgeted with precarious movement. White Sword hadn't budged from his spot since Sea Slug had left.
Ninja's are also known as 'silent killers'. Not to be mistaken with poisonous gases. Ninja's made no sound when entering an area, left no trace that they were ever around. Stealth and speed were a ninja's assets. But silence gave them the edge.
No one would expect anything to come if they could not hear it.
Silence was the killer. Silence was everything
Foxfire wondered if this was some kind of torture. To scare her into submission. White Sword just staring her down with his amber optics, the wound throbbing in her side, the air filled with nothing but... nothing. Her synthetic ears pained for noise, so accustomed to taking in the surroundings with it. She craved for some kind of sound.
A silence that was suffocating.
'This HAS to be torture...'
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"You didn't HAVE to accompany me!" Rokusho called over to Foxy, dashing from lamp post to lamp post. She barely gave him a glance from the rooftops that she raced across. He uneasily noted that her dark armor was difficult to actually see properly in the night sky.
"You make it sound like I wanted to come with you!" Foxy remarked. Rokusho groaned in mid air. The sheer tone of the DFX annoyed him to no end. Always acting high and mighty! Grabbing hold of a street light for a full stop, his heels dented the shell casing around the bulb. The trim of his cloak flew beneath him.
"Go back, I'm in no need of your assistance!" He stood to his full height on the post. Foxy threw a dirty look his way before taking a sharp turn on her direction to the right.
"I don't want to be of 'assistance' to you. Akura's my Medafighter, that's the only reason I'm coming along!"
The KWG blinked in mild surprise. Was Foxy actually showing... loyalty?'She came to see her Akura?'
"Now if you're coming, pick up the pace Beetle Butt."
Rokusho's optics hardened, growing a stress vein on his helmet. "Stupid Dark Fox."
The two Medabots made their way through the city, weaving through the streets and cutting across building roof tops. The rest of the trip was done without conversation. Rokusho was a little peeved at Foxy for her attitude and... well Foxy just didn't like talking to Rokusho.
They came to a halt in front of probably one of the largest buildings in the city. With the white walls and many windows facing the front lawn and drive through for ambulances. The large sign read 'Riverview Hospital', lights illuminating the grounds for others to see. Foxy and Rokusho darted from the ground up to the balcony to Akura's room.
"Hah! Beat you! Told you I was faster." Foxy patted her rear teasingly once she made it to the balcony's railing, her black and red tail waving gently. The KWG type sighed in annoyance as he to made landing.
"I didn't realize trying to contact Foxfire would soon be made into an immature game." He said tartly. Rokusho slid open the glass door and peered into the room.
But of course, the hospital room of Akura Yukienata was the same as always. Cold and plain. The white drapes that framed the doors to the balcony hung lifelessly. A bed and chair on one side with the comatose form of a ten-year-old red-head, still sleeping away. On the other, a desk with knick-knacks of sorts. A set of clothing, a Peppercat plushy, a tissue box and a Medawatch.
Rokusho spotted the Medwatch, his almond-shaped optics settling on the red and white gadget. He crossed the room to the desk and picked it up. "Ready to try and contact her?"
"Whatever." Foxy took a seat in the chair beside the bed and folded her arms. He glared at her, tightening his grip around the Medawatch.
"Do you honestly not care at ALL about Foxfire?"
"I told you I only came to see-"
"That's not what I asked! You shared years with her in the same body and you hold no value to her whatsoever?" His gaze narrowed on Foxy. But the femme gave him a bored look.
"Are you going to call her or not?"
The KWG threw his arms up in defeat. "Fine, I give up. I give up in thinking you might have some kind of heart in that medal of yours. Foxfire's medal might be artificial but atleast hers has real feelings, unlike yours."
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Foxfire shifted against the corner walls, wincing. The alloy in her metal was taking too long to repair itself. If she didn't get something to take care of her wound, the oil reserves would fail and she'd go offline.
And that certainly wasn't something she wanted to do around White Sword... the intensity his gaze had alone scared her. And this silence! Foxfire would've screamed just to hear herself if she weren't afraid of being struck by the SIN type.
But then... something broke the silence.
"Foxfire? Foxfire can you hear me?"
White Sword blinked a few times, taken off guard. Foxfire was the same. She gasped and looked at herself. Had that come from her? But it wasn't her voice. That sounded more like...!
"What was that?" White Sword asked, placing a hand to the hilt of his katana. Foxfire's optics widened as she backed up a little against the wall.
"Foxfire, please answer if you hear me. It's Rokusho."
Rokusho's voice was coming from her commlink! The one connected to her Medwatch. For a moment, the FOX's spirits had raised and she was sure she'd be saved now! And by Rokusho no less. He was coming to free her! Such happy feelings finally. Something to break through the suffocating torture of this ninja!
"Rokusho! I-"
But the happy feeling ended.
White Sword's blade was flawlessly and, of course, silently drawn and aimed at Foxfire's face. He'd even came up close enough for the tip to be only an inch away. All in two seconds. How did he DO that?
"Tell him, you're taking a walk." The SIN commanded, his audio transmission dropped down low so she was the only one to hear. "Tell him you're fine, you're just taking a walk."
"Foxfire? Are you alright?" Rokusho's voice came in rushed. He'd obviously caught her voice the first time.
"I-I..." The FOX trembled, so scared of what to do. A blade aimed to one's face could do that.
"Do it." White Sword said, this time more firmly.
"Foxfire?"
"... I-I'm fine... I just took a walk." If she could have, Foxfire would've gulped down. White Sword nodded in acknowledgement, though kept his katana raised.
"... What? You went for a walk?"
"Y-yeah, I'm at the park. Don't worry... I-I'll be back later."
-
Rokusho gave the Medawatch a most incredulous look. All this trouble, all this worrying. And all that time she'd just gone out for a walk? Without even a message, just leaving without a word.
... No. That wasn't Foxfire. This didn't feel right...
"She's lying." Foxy whispered to him, stepping up from the chair. She obviously didn't want to be heard by the Medawatch's commlink. His optics darted from her, then back to the Medawatch.
'She must be in trouble.' He covered the Medawatch before saying "Someone must be listening along with her." He deduced. Foxy nodded.
"Just tell her to tell the truth."
"I can't! She's too scared to say obviously. And I'm not about to bring what she's so afraid of upon her." But the Dark Fox type didn't seem to care of such things.
"It doesn't matter what they do. We'll find her and they can fix her. No big deal."
Rokusho glared at her once more that night.
-
"Are they gone?" White Sword asked, his voice still hushed. Foxfire shrunk lightly under the pensive stare. He scared her to no end.
"I-I don't know-"
"Foxfire... we're coming to the PARK to find you. Stay where you are."
"Wha-what?" Foxfire looked down at herself, furrowing her optics.
"Don't worry. We're coming for you Foxy."
And the commlink cut out. The transmission ended.