Title: Links

Summary: Sharing a body between two souls will always have conflict, worse when neither is fighting for it. Drabbles about Lambda and Asbel's relationship during and after the game.

Beta'ed by saphire644 and WhiteAngel128

This is for the one that wanted to have Mecha-Asbel show up, enjoy!

'What's this?' Lambda's voice echoed within the redhead's mind, peering through the multi-colored eyes at the object before them. He was shifting within the mindspace, his words laced with amusement like he was laughing at something, or someone.

Asbel couldn't reply to that as he too was staring at the object, no, machine, just a few feet away from him. He had seen it a couple of months ago from the whole Little Queen business, when it had first been created, and he had expected to never see it again afterwards. The thing was stupid, positively stupid. And yet…and yet here it was before his eyes, staring at him. "Pascal? What are you doing?"

The Amarcian just grinned, giving a thumbs-up with both her hands, and twirled around the machine. Her scarf followed her movements, amazingly never getting caught, and she slammed her hands down onto the colorful metal. The slap echoed within the hallway and there was a small crash that occurred inside the machine like she had hit too hard. But she didn't mind it. "Tada! It's Mecha-Asbel again!"

"I can see that, Pascal…" The redhead sighed heavily, a strong bad feeling growing within the pit of his stomach on how much trouble this woman could bring him and perhaps the whole town of Lhant. She always had a knack for causing chaos, though he couldn't deny that she was good at getting them out of it as well. It was like a repetitive cycle that didn't want to end anytime soon. Though they were good friends, there was only so much nonsense he could put up with before he felt like yanking out his own hair from frustration. "What is it…doing here?"

"Well!" Pascal jumped up onto the machine's shoulders, her legs wrapped around, and began to drum the top of the head where the metal had been shaped like Asbel's own. More sounds began to fill the mansion further. The mecha-Asbel was like a chibified version of himself, no, it was a chibified version. But he didn't have those extra parts on him or those sparkly eyes either. "I decided to visit and didn't really want to walk. So we went vroom, vroom, bang, bang, and here we are!" She spread her arms above her head to add more effect to her words.

Asbel twitched. "And I will never get you for the rest of my life."

'You'll need a mechanical translator to get her, but I doubt it would last long with her attitude. A human would not be able to do it.'

'Ah, she's more likely to try and take the translator apart and see what makes it tick.' The Lord of Lhant rubbed the back of his head, not sure on what to do now that the two were inside the mansion. He didn't want to be seen as rude and tell Pascal to leave the machine outside out of harm's way. He could already see Sophie coming in at any second from her trip and jumping onto the chibi version of himself, adoring it. As for Cheria, he wasn't sure on what her reaction would be.

Pascal gave a wicked laughter to catch Asbel's attention again, and pumped a fist up into the air. "Hey, Mecha-Asbel! We should go to war!"

"I'm Asbel! I'll protect you!" The machine moved its arms as if it was getting into a battle position.

"Don't use my voice!"

"Oh! Oh! I almost forgot!" Pascal, as if not hearing the yelling in front of her, hopped off the shoulders and landed in between, grinning wildly. Asbel twitched again, he knew that grin anywhere. The obvious translation was trouble. Lots and lots of trouble. He took a step back, wanting to gain some space if he needed to make a run for it, and hoped that the mansion would be able to withstand the destruction. The Amarcian twisted around; leaning over Mecha-Asbel's face and sounds of something being slammed into filled the hallway as Pascal repeatedly used her hammer. The maids and butlers, who were in the area, peeked out from their spots from various rooms, curiosity getting the better of them. Still, everyone's attention remained on the woman and her machine. Within moments, she turned back towards the redhead. "Look, I added a special feature!"

Asbel blinked and leaned forward, wondering what had been altered. There on the machine, he saw that one of the blue eyes had been changed to…purple. It was too clear to know what it meant. 'I have a bad feeling about this.'

'Don't we always whenever we deal with this ridiculous woman? And you call her your friend.'

'Lambda, she's your friend, too.'

'No, you can't connect her to me. She's all yours.' Lambda grumbled from within, a wave of irritation coming from the other soul. Asbel placed his hand up against his head, feeling a headache coming on, but he couldn't blame the other on feeling that way.

"Look what Mecha-Asbel can do!" Pascal stepped back and the machine moved in return. It took a step forward and folded its arms as if it was angry or something.

Asbel blinked, that position…

"Hmph, foolish humans and their damn inventions."

There was a pause in the air as the two were trying to process those words. That wasn't Asbel's voice, no, it was someone else's.

"Don't use my voice either!" Lambda snapped, immediately taking control of the shared body, and yanked out his sword, drawing his powers into it. Pascal jumped up in fright, not expecting such a reaction, and was waving her arms before her in surprise. It was like she cared more for her creation than anything else. Asbel just remained quiet within the shared mindspace, feeling wave after wave of anger being rolled through him from Lambda's raging emotions. He started laughing within, knowing this was the very first time he had ever seen his partner so furious. Lambda, in control of their shared body, let his powers swirled around the blade and swung it forward. A vortex of power flashed out, aiming directly at the machine, only for it to miss. The slash went through the luckily open front doors, leaving a small scorch mark behind. The redhead growled, his fingers gripping tighter around the handle of his blade, and was glaring evilly.

Mecha-Asbel, or Mecha-Lambda, had swung to the side, dodging the attack, allowing it to bypass as if it was nothing. The real Lambda blinked in response, not expecting that, and narrowed his eyes soon after, getting ready to strike again.

"I won't lose to anyone!" There was Lambda's voice again coming from the machine.

"Oi! Oi! Don't kill him! Sophie would be so sad! She'll let out these large fat tears! And little bro will be sad, too!"

"Screw that! I refuse to have that-that-that thing go around acting like me!" Lambda yelled out, ready to attack once more, only to have the robot suddenly run out of the mansion in a cloud of dust. The redhead stared, blinking for a few moments before turning to Pascal, who had wide eyes.

"Umm, I kinda programmed it to do that."

Lambda glared for a little longer before chasing, releasing a couple of curse words that weren't meant for little children's ears.

Behind, the American just scratched the back of her head. "Oops?"

Here you go, hope you enjoyed it