As the bell loudly rang from the school, signalling to any who heard it that the day was at an end, small snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on the snow that already sat on the ground in a light blanket. In the parking lot of the school were a great many cars, and inside one of them were two occupants; both a married pair of parents.
The father; a rather well-built man with black hair and a pair of circular glasses over his nose, and the mother; an attractively thin woman with short, curly brown hair and wearing an easy expression as she fluffed out the small jacket covering her crimson dress, were both waiting patiently as they watched a great many children - students of the school - leave to the buses or rush to their own parents' cars.
The type of smooth, dark-colored vehicle this couple had, not to mention the fine kind of clothing they both wore would tell anyone that these two were quite wealthy individuals. The mother had her window down, allowing the cool winter air to come in, not bothering either of them in the least.
"Where is she..." the mother tsked, turning from the passenger window to her husband with a bothered mien about her. "She's never usually this late. I just hope she hasn't been held over for some trivial reason by the principle again..."
"Don't worry! I'm coming, I'm coming!" a young voice suddenly called out, apparently in reply. Both parents turned their eyes back to the passenger window, and watched with large, individual smiles as their seven-year-old daughter came bounding toward them through the light snow, leaving sneaker-shaped tracks in it wherever her feet impacted against the ground. She was dressed in an equally small, fine coat of a light pink color, with fur standing out from the inside of it. There was a large grin of glee and excitement on her face as she opened the car door and hopped inside.
"How was your day, dear?" the father asked pleasantly.
"Just great!" the daughter replied as she started to get comfy, pulling the hood down from her coat and brushing back her long, light brown hair back so it could be free again at last. Her gray eyes, always with a typical childlike energy to them, blinked rapidly after she rubbed her hands over them and adjusted to the change of light pitch in the vehicle when compared to outside. "That test I took in math class went pretty good, I think. When I passed it in, the teacher said my score looked like it was going to be high!"
"Wonderful! That sound's like something deserving of a prize..." the mother sang, turning to the father expectantly, who let out a small chuckle of his own.
The daughter's head tilted to the side. "What's that mean?" she wondered aloud, curiously.
The father smirked, raising his hand and showing the three rectangular strips of paper he held, each one covered in advanced writing of sorts. "Because I got us all tickets to go see the movies," he smirked.
"R-really? Oh boy! Yay!" the young daughter cried out with joy, nearly jumping from her seat to the front of the car in her haste to hug each of her parents. They both let out warm laughter as they embraced their beloved child, and once it finally died down, the father started the car with a rumble of its engine. As they left the parking lot, all their daughter did on the way to theater was talk about how excited she was for what show was soon to come.
The Mosquito Girl's eyes flashed open the absolute second her hibernation came to its sudden conclusion. Instead of yawning like a normal person getting out of bed, she unleashed a mighty gasp as she inhaled her first breaths in an extraordinarily long time. As the numbness in her body was just starting to subside, her instincts told her to go up, and she began to do just that. Taking her newly-reformed arms and legs out of the fetal position they were cast in, her claws began to dig and scrape against the dirt until she burst straight from the ground moments later, like a demented parody of a flower.
The first thing that the mutant half-human creature saw upon reaching the surface was the sun shining from the blue sky above, blinding her until she took her eyes off of it, and looked at what was around her instead. Green grass, as she could see, had grown in and around the crater she was still a part of, informing her that a long bit of time truly had passed her by while she was in her deathlike state of body and mind.
The first thing the Mosquito Girl realized upon finishing her sightseeing was that her limbs and joints all felt as stiff as she had ever felt them in her short life. Stretching her insectoid forelimbs out, she folded them together, reached behind her back, moved the pairs of long, finger-esque tarsal claws adorning their ends, and generally pulled and flexed her arms around until they felt as lively as she remembered they were, before doing a similar form of exercise with her long legs and back.
"Ahh... that's much better," she chuckled with a smirk a few minutes later, very pleased that everything that was once distorted or crushed was now mended back to healthy perfection. Letting out a tuneful hum and flittering the transparent wings sticking from her back briefly, she looked up to the sky and decided what it was she wanted to do next.
"Oh, my little ones..." she called out, sensing the presence of a great many mosquitoes within her controlling distance with a twitch of one of her antenna. "Bring me something good to eat. Bring me something red, and sticky, and nutritious. Bring me something that will fill me up..."
On her command, the tiny insects she enthralled did as they were ordered without a shred of objection. Grouping together, they scoured much of the land for viable creatures, and the great majority of what they found and drained the life out of en masse were deer, birds, bears, and an assortment of small mammals. The creatures tried in vain to run for their lives as they noticed what was beginning to transpire to them, but the swarm quickly overwhelmed and quashed any attempt to flee under their ceaseless droning. A few minutes later, having individually collected enough blood, a dark, rumbling cloud began to fill and darken the sky just above where the Mosquito Girl stood waiting, and she welcomed the approaching horde of minuscule bodies with opened arms, soon becoming engulfed in them.
Circling rapidly, they all emptied their freshly-gained ichor into her, and she took in the pleasurably filling liquid with a delighted chuckle and a lick of her lips. Once the transfer was fully completed, the swarm soon parted and the Mosquito Girl stood alone; the only difference in her appearance being that the abdomen sticking out from the lower portion of her back was now a little larger than it was previously.
With a satisfied sigh, she rubbed her long, insectile foreclaws over her renewed, restrengthened, youthful, voluptuous body, and through the short silver-white hair that hung from the sides and back of her head. Opening her gray eyes, she stared at the thousands of insects flying above with a thankful expression.
"Thank you for the delicious meal, my little ones. That should be all that I need from you for now," she smiled, allowing the droning cloud to disperse until the sky was blue and barren once again. With a buzz, her own wings began to vibrate until they were a blur on her back, and she took off like a bullet into the sky. Once she was far above the earth, she looked down at the far-reaching forest below, before looking straight toward the horizon again as a simple, but effective plan was formulated in her head.
In every one of his more sentient creations, Genus saw fit to imbue them with an 'internal compass' of sorts that would allow them to find their creator with relative ease. Just by looking around, she instinctively knew what direction she had to take to find him. Gazing westward, she could sense that he was somewhere in that direction, and having decided to find him before making a foolish mistake on her own, the Mosquito Girl quickly zipped off through the air, hoping with all her heart that she hadn't completely disappointed the brilliant scientist who was her maker.
Genos barely moved in his seat as he stared at the television screen for any news concerning a coming major disaster. While the newscasters went on with their speeches and reports about the weather or current events, his facial features were stony, stern and focused, as they usually were. As he continued to watch the t.v., out of the corner of his unblinking, cybernetic eye, he spotted a familiar face peeking around the kitchen corner.
"Hey, Genos. I think we're out of bread, and radishes, and a few other things too," his master, Saitama, said as he scratched his smooth, bald head; the light above it reflecting off of it like a dull mirror. "I guess it's time to go shopping again."
The hero's cyborg roommate shifted a glance from the television to the full shape of his teacher, who was wearing a common, buttoned, plain-yellow t-shirt and brown shorts - vastly different from the caped costume he put on when out and actively fighting crime. "Would you like me to go out and get groceries?" he inquired.
"I think I'll go do it today," was Saitama's swift, but easy reply. "It'll give me something to do while you look for anything that might... um... 'spurn the notion of peace, and force us to bring out our valorous rebuttal of justice'."
Genos nodded his head obediently and turned to the screen. Just as Saitama grabbed his jingling coin purse, walked a short distance to the side to put on his sandals and head out the door, Genos quickly looked back him again as another thought crossed his mind. "Before you leave Master, what do you think you'll want to do for dinner tonight?" he asked. "I can make something when you get back, or we can go out to eat."
Saitama put a finger to his chin, and looked up toward the ceiling as he dwelled on the well-placed comment for a moment. "I was actually thinking we go out and get some udon noodles tonight."
Genos looked agreeable with the plan, and grunted in approval. "Very well, Master. I shall be ready to go when you are."
"Okay," he responded, before giving a short wave to his disciple with his hand as he went for the door. "See you soon, Genos!"
"I will see you as well, Master," the cyborg managed to grin slightly, before his expression tensed up once more as the door to the apartment clicked shut. Saitama walked down the stairs, exited through the front door of the apartment, then began to pace along the sidewalk that connected to it, and would eventually lead him to the grocery store he liked to frequent the most when his food supply was running low.
Things had been quiet for most of the week in Z-City. No giant monsters had yet invaded, no subterranean beasts had burst forth to cause untold property damage, and even the number of robbers and purse-snatchers appeared to be at a near-record minimum - according to the news, anyway. Today seemed no different so far, but having lived here in this district of the city long enough, Saitama always knew that his newest foe could be standing around the next corner, and he deeply hoped so, too. Though whatever mysterious being, evil robot, or vile person had the chance of appearing most likely wouldn't be the worthy foe he had been hoping to meet for some time, it had the potential to at least break up the boredom that had been plaguing him.
Looking ahead and with a small, but happy grin on his simple face, Saitama continued forward at a mild pace, already tasting those udon noodles in his mind.
"And here is your order, miss," the former doctor and leader of the House of Evolution, I. Genus, said to his customer as he handed her a small, steaming platter of takoyaki from behind the counter of his takoyaki shop. Taking in the delectable smell of the seasoned, ball-shaped, meat-filled food, the young woman thanked him for the paid meal and left with it out the shop's door.
With that appearing to be the last customer, Genus took his red, grease-stained apron off of his waist, walked to the entrance and prepared to close the place down for a brief lunch break. He looked out into the street of the busy city, and casually examined the occasional citizen to pass by. As he resolved to do, he had changed much in personality and nature since when he encountered that bald, caped hero and his mechanical associate. Brushing his low-hanging front hair back, he flipped the sign on the building's window to 'CLOSED'.
As he was walking back into the place, a loud scream from a passerby suddenly sounded from somewhere behind him, causing him to stop in his current step. The former scientist spun his head back around in reaction, and soon found his surprised view looking up to the sky as a dark, thin, vaguely humanoid shape descended from it with a shrill, buzzing beating of insectoid wings.
"Dr. Genus!" a perky, loud, and clearly female voice shouted, originating from the somewhat feminine silhouette. Genus stood his ground the moment the noise graced his ears, and from behind his clear glasses, his eyes widened in shock and realization of who, and what, this being was.
"It was easy to find you, Doctor, but it seems very strange that you're not where the House of Evolution is," the voice continued, just before the much taller shape landed in front of him with a solid thump of chitin-on-concrete. Now in his full view, Genus could now see that his suspicions as to whom this individual was were proven correct.
"Mosquito Girl," he calmly said, fixing his glasses with one of his hands as he fearlessly stared up into her face. "You are alive. This is... unexpected."
Mosquito Girl exhaled a breath of air dejectedly, and lowered her head. "I am so very sorry that I was defeated in battle Doctor, but I've spent a lot of time regenerating my damaged body and strength since then," she apologized. Her features suddenly brightened up, and she cast a curious look at her maker. "Um... do you know how long I've been gone for?"
Genus quickly and roughly recounted the time that had passed between the last time he saw prototype creation, and now. "Seven-and-a-half months," was his answer.
"Oh, phooey. It's all because I was about to slice open an annoying cyborg-guy like a tin can, when a powerful force of some sort struck me." She rolled her eyes to the side and twirled one of the two claws on her left hand through the short, colorless hair on her head as she went on explaining and recounting her tale like a young child talking to its parent over a bout that had happened with a bully. "Next thing I knew, I was stuck in a crater, clinging to life. I don't know who did it, but now I'm here Doctor, and I'll make sure I get whoever did that to me, as well as finish off that cyborg!"
"I know who defeated you, but revenge is not important," Genus spoke monotonously, pushing his slipping glasses further up the bridge of his nose.
Mosquito Girl's vigor at pleasing her master was lost as soon as it appeared, and her brow lowered in confusion at his words. "What do you mean by that? Is the cyborg and the thing that beat me dead or something?"
Genus closed his eyes and placed his hand over his mouth, thinking of a way to process this kind of information to her. "No, They're not. I'll explain everything you need to know, but first you should follow me inside before someone decides to contact a hero. I do not think that the people of this city will take the sight of you lightly."
With that, the doctor turned around and calmly walked back into the takoyaki shop, leaving the Mosquito Girl by herself where she still stood. His words were quite vexing, but she could see the sense in them, and stared back around at the many hundreds of buildings that littered the landscape. With a shrug, she quickly walked inside in pursuit of her master.
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