it's preposterous. here in z-city he's got it pretty cushy. little by little, he's rising up within the ranks of the hero association, and sensei is, too. life is generally peaceful, only disrupted by the occasional monster attack or criminal squabble that's helped to put both of their names on the map. and more prestige means more money, which means it's easier to convince sensei going out for shabu-shabu on a saturday night might not be such a bad idea after all, since he won't have to feel like such a heel whenever it's genos's treat.
plus, he's gotten upgrades. he's stronger, faster than ever before...not to mention more lifelike in certain areas he'd never spared any thought to until recently. there are benefits and drawbacks to all of these, but the fact remains the future is looking bright for the s-classed demon cyborg.
so why is it he feels more hollow inside than one of sensei's empty tissue boxes?
there are doubts and there are theories. it could have something to do with his never-ending compulsion to keep his ears to the television, his eyes to the flicker of his computer monitor, and his nose buried deep within page after page of handwritten notes, hoping to catch wind of a certain modern ninja he hasn't run into in what seems like forever.
this isn't like the last time. sonic is alive, sonic is out there. genos knows; once in a blue moon, he'll catch a glimpse of the tail end of a purple scarf in the air, right before stumbling upon an unfortunate massacre he has no business in dallying with. sometimes he'll spot a loose topknot in the crowd of the city, hopes childishly high until a thug or horrendous beast muscles into his path, cutting off the line of sight he needed to get a closer look, complete his eagle-eyed scan to ensure it's really him. but he knows, and though he helps him sleep after powering down for the evening, it does little to keep the void inside of him at bay. he's hurt, affronted, it's petty and it's stupid.
he doesn't visit anymore. he's gone without a trace from the apartment genos had practically memorized every step to. with no phone number, no e-mail, no other friends or family to heckle, he's at a loss on how to flag sonic down and holler, what gives?didn't you want to finish marathoning wizard chasers or some drivel like that? he thinks he'd use television as an excuse, too unnerved to just come out and say how he really feels: i missed you, i was enjoying your company, i wanted to touch you again.
feh. the nerve of that guy. who needs him, anyway? training under saitama is all he needs. not even the blustering of a she-witch at their apartment door is going to faze him, looking nonplussed while his hypersensitive hearing hangs on to every word of their exchange. who does she think she is, barging in here like this? it reminds him a lot of...a lot of...
what the heck. why does everything lead back to sonic? forget this, he's going to go for a walk— ]
... ... [ the next several minutes pass like a whirlwind. one minute genos is angrily rising from his seat, ready to declare his next course of action (so sensei doesn't have to worry), when he's derailed by helplessly watching his sensei get blown out of his front door, over the railing now ridden with icicles, and through a hailstorm of rubble into the street.
his blond head pokes through the window, glancing outside, over the lackeys huddled in the hallway, and back out toward this new development, unable to make heads or tails of the whole affair. so much for that walk. he'll be stuck here for a time, torn with indecision on whether or not to race to his master's side. barreling through the cronies or leaping from the building wouldn't pose any challenge whatsoever, but he's well aware sensei doesn't need backup in any battle, that his devotion and dedication as a disciple are the sole reasons why the thought would ever cross his mind at all.
that's right. sensei will overcome this, no problem. nodding to himself, genos makes peace with continuing to be an observer. in case this escalates, he can always jump into the fray in order to hold back ordinary people who don't need to be involved, providing a diversion so sensei can continue enduring this escapade undisturbed. ]
during a Very Unexpected Visit...
it's preposterous. here in z-city he's got it pretty cushy. little by little, he's rising up within the ranks of the hero association, and sensei is, too. life is generally peaceful, only disrupted by the occasional monster attack or criminal squabble that's helped to put both of their names on the map. and more prestige means more money, which means it's easier to convince sensei going out for shabu-shabu on a saturday night might not be such a bad idea after all, since he won't have to feel like such a heel whenever it's genos's treat.
plus, he's gotten upgrades. he's stronger, faster than ever before...not to mention more lifelike in certain areas he'd never spared any thought to until recently. there are benefits and drawbacks to all of these, but the fact remains the future is looking bright for the s-classed demon cyborg.
so why is it he feels more hollow inside than one of sensei's empty tissue boxes?
there are doubts and there are theories. it could have something to do with his never-ending compulsion to keep his ears to the television, his eyes to the flicker of his computer monitor, and his nose buried deep within page after page of handwritten notes, hoping to catch wind of a certain modern ninja he hasn't run into in what seems like forever.
this isn't like the last time. sonic is alive, sonic is out there. genos knows; once in a blue moon, he'll catch a glimpse of the tail end of a purple scarf in the air, right before stumbling upon an unfortunate massacre he has no business in dallying with. sometimes he'll spot a loose topknot in the crowd of the city, hopes childishly high until a thug or horrendous beast muscles into his path, cutting off the line of sight he needed to get a closer look, complete his eagle-eyed scan to ensure it's really him. but he knows, and though he helps him sleep after powering down for the evening, it does little to keep the void inside of him at bay. he's hurt, affronted, it's petty and it's stupid.
he doesn't visit anymore. he's gone without a trace from the apartment genos had practically memorized every step to. with no phone number, no e-mail, no other friends or family to heckle, he's at a loss on how to flag sonic down and holler, what gives? didn't you want to finish marathoning wizard chasers or some drivel like that? he thinks he'd use television as an excuse, too unnerved to just come out and say how he really feels: i missed you, i was enjoying your company, i wanted to touch you again.
feh. the nerve of that guy. who needs him, anyway? training under saitama is all he needs. not even the blustering of a she-witch at their apartment door is going to faze him, looking nonplussed while his hypersensitive hearing hangs on to every word of their exchange. who does she think she is, barging in here like this? it reminds him a lot of...a lot of...
what the heck. why does everything lead back to sonic? forget this, he's going to go for a walk— ]
... ... [ the next several minutes pass like a whirlwind. one minute genos is angrily rising from his seat, ready to declare his next course of action (so sensei doesn't have to worry), when he's derailed by helplessly watching his sensei get blown out of his front door, over the railing now ridden with icicles, and through a hailstorm of rubble into the street.
his blond head pokes through the window, glancing outside, over the lackeys huddled in the hallway, and back out toward this new development, unable to make heads or tails of the whole affair. so much for that walk. he'll be stuck here for a time, torn with indecision on whether or not to race to his master's side. barreling through the cronies or leaping from the building wouldn't pose any challenge whatsoever, but he's well aware sensei doesn't need backup in any battle, that his devotion and dedication as a disciple are the sole reasons why the thought would ever cross his mind at all.
that's right. sensei will overcome this, no problem. nodding to himself, genos makes peace with continuing to be an observer. in case this escalates, he can always jump into the fray in order to hold back ordinary people who don't need to be involved, providing a diversion so sensei can continue enduring this escapade undisturbed. ]