Disclaimer: I don't own One Punch Man :P

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There's nothing much for me to do aside from roaming the deserted streets of city Z. Well, what else could I do? After regaining my composure back at the laboratory I woke up from, I knew I had to stay away and leave that nut job of a scientist. Hell, even my new found instincts agree because who knows if I remain long enough for further experimentations or whatever. After all the sci-fi films I have watched had taught me the unforgiving inhumane testing scientists could do and I want none of it. So I escaped and found my way somewhere in city Z.

Hopefully Doctor Genus forgot or didn't place a tracking device somewhere on me… because that would have sucked if his clones come and drag my sorry bum back 'home'.

In my case, anywhere is better than surrounded by tubes and syringes. Even this abandoned studio I call shelter looked like a dream house compared to that lab. At least I wouldn't have to worry about food being located near a small grocery store is good, but with my invisibility it somewhat made my unpleasant situation improve.

It has been two months and so far I haven't reached a single conclusion as to why I was reincarnated.

I died. And came back to life…

…in a form of a green-skinned human hybrid.

Sure reincarnation sounds nice, I get to go on another adventure but I'd like it if I was reborn as a baby! Hearing myself speak naturally in Japanese caught me unaware when the last thing I remember was talking in my mother language. But language is not the only foreign information added to my brain.

Frankly I feel like Superboy with how he was fed images into his mind to educate him.

And… it has been two long excruciating months of stress of not doing anything. My past life had been busy, dealing with work and university at the same time left me few precious hours for rest. I had a routine back then so my life wouldn't spiral out of control but my current life kind of makes it hard for me to do something or anything at all.

The harsh truth of this reality is that I am nobody here, I have no one and I'm alone. Thinking about it depresses me but hey, what else I'm I supposed to do? Meet people? Right, like someone wouldn't run away with the appearance I'm sporting. There are times when I wished that damned scientist created me to be a shapeshifter – like that Teen Titan I always forget his name, or Mystique! – to be anyone instead of no one. That way I'd easily fit in and accepted.

Well, there's Saitama…

It's amazing, really, to see him in 3D – I mean, in real life – and get to talk to him even for just a few minutes. While at first his presence had me suffering from nervous breakdown at the thought of him mistaking me as an enemy, he proved himself truly nice dude yet despite all his power he isn't selfish and has a good head on his shoulders.

Meeting the man had me overthinking. Was meeting Saitama a plot of a certain god/goddess out there? Ugh, I made it sound like a romantic fantasy of some sort, but everything happens for a purpose! Even my presence here in this world might and can ruin the destined events.

I couldn't do that, especially when this anime is solely for that bald guy.

But then again, there's this small voice in my head saying: 'Pff, this is my life now. I do what I want'. Although that may be true seeing as I'm a sentient being with a free will, I still don't want to involve myself either as a hero, villain or civilian despite my want to coexist among them. Because you know what? I don't want this life and I'd gladly throw my existence here away for some normalcy of my home with my mother and best friend.

Two months of wishing I'd wake up in my bed didn't really help at all.

I sighed heavily, my shoulders drooping in exhaustion at pondering over my condition. So what's best to do in a situation like this? 'You suck it up and move on, darling' That's what my mommy always tells me. Accepting this fate I was presented is better than moping around the studio and rotting my second chance in life for nothing.

Good idea, right, but it's easier said than done.

I stopped in my tracks at the sight of familiar vandalized buildings and its empty street, the same street where I encountered Saitama yesterday. Over the course of my time in city Z, I have built up the habit of leaving my studio at the crack of dawn in search for my purpose. Woah, that was deep but that was seriously what I've been up to especially when you're a reincarnation like me. However, this time, I was actually hoping so see Saitama again with him being the only guy I know and nice enough to hand me a banana.

But him and his shiny head is nowhere to be seen.

From what my memories tell me, Saitama is the kind of person who wouldn't venture outside for no reason. True you'd see him around but he's either on a patrol for dangers or for a super sale.

Or…training!

Well, if he isn't around it then I'd best be leaving. There's no way I'm waiting here just to see him again plus at this hour, the shadows around the district gets a little bit creepy.

Mentally shrugging, I turned around with the intention of going back to my studio, except I didn't expect to come face to face with a hand.

A metallic hand to be specific.

A metallic hand with a repulsor ready to obliterate my whole being to be more accurate!

"Are you responsible for the mosquito outbreak?" Genos asked over the humming of his engine arm and my heart dropped. And no, it is not because he's more attractive in real life but I froze, wholly terrified at the threat this cyborg is imposing. At this point, my instincts are screaming for me to escape, to move, and to hide.

However, with the rational part of my mind advising me how running away would only confirm what Genos primarily assumed and me ending up as a pile of ashes at his feet so I tried to calm myself as best as I could.

But let's be honest, I've never been in this kind of situation before so excuse me if I can't calm myself down dammit!

I gulped down the lump in my throat and focused on his eyes instead of the offending device. It wasn't yellow like what I expected but gold showing miniature charts and diagrams as if analyzing each fibers of my existence. Well, I can guarantee him I'm a unique specimen – feel free to look hun – but there's no need for that really!

Nonetheless there's more pressing matters than complaining about how I feel like a tissue slide under objective lenses, like the heat radiating from Genos' hand.

Is it me? Or it just got hotter? Either way, I still have to reply lest I'd get incinerated.

"Nonono!" I hastily answered, shaking my head vigorously, "I'm not responsible for anything! I'm innocent. Honest!" Apart from stealing foods at the grocery, I mentally added but Genos didn't have to know that.

His irises reverted back to its original yellow color but he is still wasn't lowering his arm. "You're not human." He noted, "No. You look human because you have traces of human DNA but the rest are of various reptilian genetic codes. Furthermore, your appearance deviates from the norm and you look like one of those suspicious beings who'd terrorize a town. So in other words, you are a possible threat even if you claim not to be responsible for the mosquito plaguing city Z."

My mind actually stopped processing his words as I stared at him with my jaw hanging open. Did this guy ever heard of the proverbs 'Never judge a book by its cover' or 'Appearances can be deceiving'? What an asshole! Plus, what is he saying about me straying from what is normal?

"Wow." My mouth, made with a mind of its own apparently, was brave enough to blurt out "I just happened to be created like this but that doesn't mean I was programmed to be a bad person!"

I was flown away immediately off the ground and into the air, breathless and confused.

And in agonizing pain.

Everything occurred so fast my mind couldn't follow what's happening, but a burning sensation at the side of my body indicated that this bastard fired at beam of heat at me. And tell you what: it goddamn hurts. So much that a kick my stomach received couldn't par with the pain I'm feeling.

But it did sent me crashing onto the nearest building. Its broken glasses digging on my skin like I'm some sort of a pin cushion.

"Monsters populated Z city." Genos said while approaching me, and I'm kind of surprised to hear him with the state I'm currently suffering. "Your kind's presence drove the populace to the outskirts near bigger cities for safety measures."

I heaved but rather a pained groan escaped my lips. It's not like I'm the one at fault here. "I know and I'm not really one of them." I whispered to more myself, thinking of a nice choice of words to reason with this blasted dick head.

But before I could open my mouth to speak, his armored hand went straight for my head and my reflexes I was 'born' with, my palms suddenly rose to meet his fist…

…which was a very bad idea, I concluded.

For one, Genos could blast my whole arm, and another, with this close proximity and my lack of combat skills I'd be easily hit. And probably die on the spot too.

"I will not be deceived by your words." He huffed in reply, "Lightning eye!"

Never mind reasoning to him, he's hell bent on killing me!

And I have to survive!

Instead of shutting my eyes closed, I spat at his face. He flinched as thick, amber liquid landed on his eyes with a splat, immediately cancelling his move – and to my surprise, melting some of his prosthetic skin in the process.

From the looks of it, Genos doesn't seem to be harmed, more like, put off by what I did. But I wasn't about to freeze and admire my work because even if my saliva destroyed the camera on his eyes – which is kind of cool, mind you – Genos still have other arsenal he could use.

Like his arms. Dear lord.

I was about to shove Genos off of me when his hands met mine, pushing back for dominance.

With this genetically modified body I gained, you'd probably be wondering if I'm strong or not. Well, the body sure is durable having withstand Genos' blast earlier and living up to tell the tale, but I lack the muscles for power and speed.

Wincing as my arms protested at the weight of the other, I tried to look for possible weapons around me. Anything would be nice, like a pole to bash his skull and knock some sense into it because I'm so done with his shit.

"Hey cyborg. I know you know you don't believe to any words I say, obviously, but I really, really, am not a bad guy. I don't even want to fight you. So can we please stop this?"

Genos pushed further, using his superior strength to drive my back to a wall, "I will not be deceived –"

"Oh come on!" I interrupted him, having the gall to roll my eyes at his repeated sentence. "Is there a thing I could do to make you believe me –?" I paused, apparently it was my turn to be interrupted as a buzzing noise filled the surrounding area.

"You hear that right?" Asking Genos, who I know has full functioning hearing system (or whatever he calls it), was kind of lame, but I had to make sure. "That's not my doing and you just found what you've been looking for." Closing in on us was a black swarm of mosquitos, which undoubtedly controlled by Mosquito Girl. They gather around her, forming a shield of loud blood-sucking little demons. Just what episode did she appear? I remember her being strong upon consuming large amounts of blood, or was it her insects collecting blood for her? And – oh!

Oh!

I gasped in realization. Never mind the mutated woman appearing behind Genos. Demon cyborg was acting this demonic because he hasn't met Saitama yet!

"Behind you!" I shouted as Mosquito Girl brought down her arms for a forward lunge.

Bless Genos for listening to me and for turning around, his arms raised and vibrating, "Incinerate."

Seeing Mosquito Girl blown away, with her arms and one of her legs converted into ashes had my mind produce pictures of what I could have looked like earlier. I felt the burn but I had my limbs intact unlike that irritating bug.

As soon as I mentally said that, her lost appendages begun to grow in length, immediately replacing the ones she lost.

Oh wait, I forgot that she can regenerate.

She laughed, but my sensitive ears could pick up the slight tremor in her voice to know she's wary of Genos. "You think I'd be defeated that easily?" She taunted, sending a huge horde of blood suckers in our direction. Her words somehow invigorated me and I chuckled with the way she said it – sultry and seductive that surely won't work on a piece of metal haha.

Even before the bugs could swarm us, Genos had both of his arms prepared, firing Incinerate after Incinerate.

The sight of burning insects isn't a beautiful display no matter how my subconscious likes to comment it looked like black fireballs raining onto the ground because everything is loud and all I can hear is a ringing static that sends excruciating impulses into my brain. Covering my ears is futile, Genos' successive attacks are too damaging for my sensitive senses and I have no other choice but to leave.

At this point, it didn't occur to me that I triggered my invisibility as my feet carried me to the nearest safe alley away from the fight on going.

I also didn't notice Saitama running towards the commotion.

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I had this chapter sitting on my laptop for months already but I didn't want to post it yet because I want to rewrite chapter one first haha! But here it is now. I have a picture as well :)