Lo and behold, I have decided to continue the story from where I left off. Enjoy! (Don't take this fic too seriously tho, as it's foundation was based on my boredom.)
As they entered the interiors of the apartment, Miles gawked at how abnormally cramped and small the apartment was, "Uh, how'd you guys live together with this space?"
"Eh, we pulled through just because." Saitama shrugged, "It's not like I mind the space anyway. I'm used to him being around." He pointed to Genos with his thumb.
"Sensei," Genos cut through their conversation, "I still have no clue regarding the things that I should do to assist the brat."
Saitama scrambled for ideas, "I- I dunno, call for that doctor of yours, I guess?"
"As I have said, he has no prior knowledge of the Multiverse. The quantum mechanics alone is a little bit complicated for him to decipher, much less constructing a device based on it."
Saitama's lips straightened, "Can we just ask the Hero Association for help?"
"They're too busy arranging commercials and maintaining their public image." Genos said.
"What about that Metal Knight guy?"
"Currently occupied with the development of his weapons."
Saitama slid his palm down his face, "Damn, we really have no options here, do we?"
Miles's shoulders hung low, as he slumped over to the corner, "Dammit."
Saitama's head whipped to Miles, before switching back to Genos, then to Miles, before forcing a nervous smile, but that only gave him a hint of uncertainty.
"Don't worry, uh...wait, what's your name again?"
"Miles. Miles Morales." He replied with a dry, and hopeless tone.
"Mallows, got it." Saitama said, much to the kid's dismay, "We'll figure this one out. Something is bound to come up very soon, you'll see-"
"All is lost, brat." Genos interjected, "Just accept reality as it is. You have no means to return to your dimension, if it even exist."
"Genos, you're not helping." Saitama frowned.
Genos replied back, "There's no need to sugarcoat things, Sensei. You of all people should know that, knowing how blunt you are."
"Yeah, but, jeez," Saitama then whispered, "His dad's going to die in two days time. Least we could do is try to calm him down, even if we got no options to return him back."
"You guys do know that I'm still here, right?" Miles then sighed, "If you have no other options, it's fine."
"Kid, calm the fuck down," Saitama stepped forward, "We're not going to solve anything if we don't keep our cool head in the game."
"You want me to calm down? After everything's that happened?" Miles abruptly stood up.
"I mean, yes?" Saitama said lamely, "Things might not look great right now, but getting your panties in the bunch over it isn't going to do anything."
Miles curled his hands into a fist, "You don't get to tell me to relax when-" He stopped himself from saying anything even further. Images of those who he thought were his friends, people that he can confide in, who he thought he could trust, to relate to...
Suddenly, tears began to trickle down his eyelids, swimming down his cheeks. He shook his head, turning his back towards them, "I'm sorry, I just..need a moment." He said as he went to the balcony.
Saitama and Genos were left in an awkward silence, but Saitama was the first to break it, "Uh, should we go after him, or something?"
"He is heartbroken." Genos said, his eyes lit up, "I can see by the rate of his heartbeat."
Saitama's brow furrowed, "You think it has something to do with those Spider-weirdoes he kept mentioning about along the way?"
"For certain." Genos said, "I contemplated whether to trust him or not, but putting his state of mind as of now into account, it can't be doubted anymore."
"Good. Go after him then."
"Ye-" Genos cut himself short, "Wait, no, Sensei, aren't you supposed to be the one consoling him?"
Saitama pointed at himself, incredulous, "What do you mean, me? I'll make things worse."
"Someone as wise as you will undisputably-"
"Stop putting me on a high pedestal." Saitama sighed, "I'm not a therapist."
"Neither am I." Genos rebutted, "I suggest that we call someone over that is suited to this. Perhaps King should do the job, if both of us are unqualified."
Saitama shook his head, "Fine. I'll try to talk it out with him."
"Why? Didn't you say-"
"No, that dude is definitely going to invite him to play some fighting games with him as a solution." Saitama's eyes twitched a little, "I know the torment all too well."
"That line of reasoning is inadequate."
"Just shut up and let me handle this." Saitama said, begrudgingly heading towards the balcony, where Miles were seated at.
...
Miles's head hung low, his eyes peeled on the outlook of the desolate streets below. The sun was growing dimmer, it's radiance diminishing as the night began to dawn.
Was there a chance at all in him actually pulling this off? Saving his dad while also simultaneously saving the universe as a whole? It seemed...improbable. Maybe he wasn't thinking this straight.
Maybe..
He was in the wrong.
Maybe they were right to betray him. Maybe he was no more than a mistake, as Miguel had described him as so thoroughly. He was nothing more than a speck of dust in the grand calculous of the multiverse. A virus that needs to be eradicated, so the greater good could thrive.
His legs dangled over the edge, and he thought of letting go, to dive himself into the ground and-
"Yo." A voice came from behind.
"What do you want?" Miles asked in a cold tone.
"Nothing, just checking." Saitama said with a faint hint of concern.
Miles sighed, "If you want to throw me out, you're welcome to do so."
"Brat, nobody said anything about throwing you out." Saitama replied.
"Then why are you even here? You..you can't help me, right?"
"Who knows?" Saitama then inquired him, "Mind if I sit beside you?"
Miles didn't answer.
"I'll take that as a yes." Saitama sat without him paying him further heed. As if he wasn't there.
Saitama switched back and forth between looking at him, and the ground. He broke the silence, "You know, I'm surprised that you didn't ask me to make you my disciple shortly after our first encounter. Usually everyone else I meet does. It's very odd."
"Like a..like forming a bond with you or something?" Miles said with a tone of voice that alludes to resentment.
Ah.
"Got a little something against human bonds?" Saitama raised his brow.
Adapting the exact same mindset that that turbine of talent girl had, I see. Saitama thought, referring to a certain green haired, abrasive hero that he met once.
"Yes. At least, I didn't before, but..." Miles rests his forehead against both his palms, "I'm sorry, I don't think I'm emotionally equiped to talk about it now."
Saitama nodded, "You don't need to confide in me, or anyone here for the matter. Just making sure that you're not doing anything stupid."
Miles chuckled bitterly, "Like what?"
"Like chucking yourself off the third floor." Saitama replied.
"I wasn't-"
"I may be a dolt with a thick barrier around my head, but I can see what you were going to do judging by your body gestures." Saitama said.
"And even if I was, it's none of your business!"
Saitama replied, "Kid, you practically begged us to help you. You can't just back out and retract your plea just so you can say 'it's none of your business'. It is, on the contrary, whether you like it or not."
"But you can't help me, can you?"
"As I said before you stormed out of the room, we'll find a way." Saitama said, "I'm not really keen on leaving you stranded on a foreign dimension. I'll do my best, as will Genos."
"You..you will?" A spark of hope ignited inside his chest, though, he was reluctant to put his trust on this...weird, bald headed hero. He seemed nice, but..
He's going to backstab him all over again, is he?
"No promises." Saitama shook his head, "But we'll make do. Hopefully."
Saitama sighed inwardly. The shit that he put up with, but he can't help it. This kid is in trouble.
"We'll delve into this deeper tomorrow, but for now," Saitama pointed to behind with his thumb, "Let's have ourselves a dinner."
Miles could hear his abdomen rumbling, and he couldn't help but smile sheepishly, "S- sure, if it's no trouble."
Saitama stood up, "Oh, and you're going to have to get yourself out of that ridiculous get-up. I have some clothes back there that you can borrow."
Miles followed suit.
Then, they went inside, preparing for dinner. However...
Saitama was sweating from the inside.
Shit. I didn't think this through. What the fuck am I supposed to do?
