Warnings: Incest, violence, death, gore
Hiro Hamada was an enigma that had GoGo wanting to tear him apart. She wasn't sure what it was - maybe his hesitant disposition or blank eyes even when he smiled or maybe it was that brother of his with a long jagged scar and a medical eyepatch.
Sitting in Honey's lap she thinks about them - the way Tadashi didn't speak, single eye constantly focused on Hiro. Hiro had looked her up and down, no expression until a fake smile tore ragged on his face. Honey's hand travels over her stomach.
"I think I've seen that kid before," she finally says, body shivering at Honey's feather light touches.
Honey presses a kiss to the side of her jaw, long thick hair like a curtain falling to the side, and makes a curious noise.
"He's a battle-bot fighter," she says suddenly, popping up, "He destroyed my bot."
Anger boils in her and she turns to straddle Honey as the excitement at her sudden realization makes her body a live wire. Honey looks up at her with big eyes and GoGo drags a finger down her lips, then presses close, mouth moving desperately against Honey's.
Oh she remembers Hiro. When she had dipped her fingers in a honey pot called Abigail Callaghan she had also ended up trying her hand at bot battling. The kid was a hustler who had taken her to the top of the world with her first win and then had taken all of her cash and ripped apart her bot with a blank expression.
Honey supports her by grabbing her ass and GoGo wonders if they're going out tonight.
They do - it's a bar and they giggle to each other and flash eyes at a man who pays for their drinks.
Honey doesn't have to slip body relaxants in drinks anymore - no they'll lure him out to the alleyway and when he runs GoGo will circle him, making sure he knows who's the prey before slashing his Achilles tendon.
Something else suddenly catches GoGo's attention.
Tugging on Honey's big black cat eared hoodie she points outside.
Honey swings her head and mouths 'battle bots?' to her.
GoGo nods
Honey raises a brow and then leans over to whisper, "Concentrated ethylene glycol," in her ear,
GoGo tenses and blinks as arousal hits her like a steam roller. If she wasn't mistaken that was the stuff in car antifreeze.
She ignores the far away cheers of a rowdy robotics ring and instead saunters to the man eyeing them, boldly plopping in his lap as she thinks about organ failure.
It takes him hours to die and thats only after Honey administers concentrated dose after dose until her canister runs empty. He shakes and shakes and vomits and passes out and cries and GoGo laughs and kicks him and slices him apart slowly. Eventually she gets bored and Honey has put her phone away so she decapitates him with a well placed swing.
Honey crouches over the body.
"Cut him open," she says.
GoGo tilts her head but smirks under her half mask and does as told, intrigued by Honey's dispassionate order.
Honey removes her black leather gloves and slips on plastic ones, then takes out a cotton swab and swipes through the cut GoGo had made. She puts that in a test tube and then in a plastic baggie before taking out a scalpel of all things and a tongue depressor and starts poking around organs and bones and muscle.
GoGo's not sure what she's looking for but the way she's so methodical in her examination makes her weak in the knees. She doesn't dare disturb Honey while she's crouching over a cadaver, but as soon as she plops down to record her data GoGo is there, pressing kisses to her ankle and up her long legs until she's sitting happily between them.
"So why did you want to go to the bot fight?" Honey asks that night when they're curled up safe and warm (and naked) under GoGo's sheets.
GoGo shifts and shrugs and rubs her thumb along Honey's knuckles, "Eh, it was just on a whim," she voices, tired and raspy sounding.
Honey's quiet as she mulls it over, then nods and presses a kiss to GoGo's purple streaked head while she pulls her in closer for heat, comfort, and love.
GoGo dreams of robots and body parts and the taste and warmth of Honey Lemon.
In an alleyway so deep in the dark bowels of San Fransokyo that the light of day never touches the ground, a man lies dead. He was strangled, throat almost crushed like he had had a run in with a boa constrictor.
Three pieces of a robot rolled faithfully from the corpse to its owner.
The boy kicks the scraps left from the robot the man had fought with - such a weak model compared to Masaru. The robot reconnects and is picked up and held like a teddy bear.
The sound of an engine hits the boy's ears and he turns, eyes blank like a doll and a neutral expression on his face.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't move - he's waiting.
His older brother doesn't shift uncomfortably at the silence, he just glances at the dead body with sad eyes. The boy can see that his older brother takes responsibility for his death - like every person who's last breath was choked out by his younger sibling.
"Hiro."
Blinking owlishly, Hiro moves mechanically to get behind his brother on the moped, wrapping his arms around him.
Tadashi's shiver is not unexpected
The hypocrite.
For all that his brother liked to act above the death and destruction Hiro wrought, he still liked to come rutting into his otouto as he had for years - would tonight, whispering things no fourteen year old should hear and hold him close, so close, like brothers shouldn't.
Hiro closes his eyes as they ride home in the night, street lights flashing past and the wind whipping in his hair.
AN: So I changed my mind and this is somehow a story.