Chapter 4: Ratchet and Screwball
Nayumi woke up that morning and tied her hair up in a ponytail with a sugar pink ribbon. She glanced at the window and smiled at the sunrise. Though she saw many terrible things her, she was determined to find some good here. She slipped into a delicate blue sundress and stepped outside to find Namu standing there, waiting patiently for her.
"Eager for that tour, huh?" Nayumi giggled. Namu just nodded nervously. "No need to be nervous." Nayumi soothed him, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Most of the people here are really nice." She pointed to herself for emphasis. "O-Ok." Namu sighed, latching himself to her.
As Nayumi led Namu to the cafeteria for breakfast, she pointed out other areas of the labratory that they passed. When they passed a repair area, Nayumi noticed Namu's grip on her hand tighten. Well, who could blame him? The android getting worked on looked absolutely ripped apart.
"It's ok." Nayumi smiled at him kindly. "He'll be fine. I know him and luckily they didn't get his vunerable spot." "Vunerable spot?" Namu asked. "We all have a sensetive spot." Nayumi explained. "If we get hit there, it would be enough to shut us down. Mine is my throat."
Namu was silent for a few seconds and asked, "What's mine?" Nayumi just shurgged, "I don't know." She was about to say something when a crash sounded. The two looked ahead and saw two other androids practically beating the crap out of one another.
One was a female android with long blond hair. One of her arms and one of her legs were metal and from her gauntlet emerged pistol-like artillery weapons. The other was a male android with neck-length brown hair. One complete side of his face was metal with one glowing yellow eye. He didn't have those gauntlet things. Instead, an opening on the palm of his hand would open and let lose a blast of nuclear power.
Namu watched them fight fearfully. "Nice job, I gotta admit." the girl said, standing up after being tossed into the wall. She aimed, ready to fill the guy full of lead. Namu couldn't take this. He stood in between the two and said, "Please, you two, don't fight." The girl and the guy just stopped and stared at him confusedly.
"I'm sure there's no reason to kill one another." Namu said. "Can't we just talk?" The guy started cracking up. "Oh, we're not fighting." he explained. Namu tilted his head confusedly at him. "Huh!?" "We're just practicing in case we're thrown in the Gladiator Pit." the girl nodded, pointing at the arena in the background.
Needless to say, Namu was extremely embarassed by this and backed up to hide shamefully behind Nayumi. "Aw, It's ok." the guy chuckled, following him. "It happens." The girl followed and said, "We haven't introduced ourselves properly, have we?" She straightened, cleared her throat and introduced herself, "My number is B-10. Codename: "Ratchet." But my BFF, Nayumi over here, calls me Chika."
The guy nodded and said, "My number's A-89, codename: "Screwball". Nayumi calls me Miyami." Namu nodded in acknowledgement, still embarassed. Chika just giggled and patted his head affectionately. "You must be the new kid, huh?" she asked. Namu nodded nervously and cleared his throat.
"N-number: J-14. Codename: "Tin Woodsman". Nayumi gave me the name Namu." he said nervously. "Nice to meetcha!" Miyami smiled brightly. Suddenly, a tone was played over the PA. "Gladiator Pit time!" Miyami chuckled, grabbing Namu by the wrist and dragging him in the direction of the arena.
Little did they expect, another female android watched them. She had long white hair and wore a skimpy uniform. "New guy, huh?" she mumbled to herself. "Nice to meet you, Tin Woodsman. I'm Detonater."
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Actually, that's really Tick Tock. Just Tick Tock before she was Tick Tock. If that makes any sense. sweatdrop
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