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[ saitama's secret stash...

...is something of a misnomer. there's nothing really secret about it, for one; the man doesn't have a lot of space to work with, and everything there is to see in his home is more or less in plain sight. he doesn't have much to hide, made abundantly clear every time genos performs a thorough bi-weekly sweep of their surroundings.

sensei, this flyer is from last month...
don't mind it, it doesn't expire for a while, you know?

the coupons tend to be long-expired, but genos won't say a thing. it's better to live and let live, or on those cases, not let his sensei know so he can pick up any wanted groceries in his stead. saitama doesn't need to know the real price. if he wants to keep thinking the value is worth something in the long run, so be it. frugality is one of his dozens of virtues, anyway.

what passes for the stash is typically nothing more than the latest magazines, advertisements, and other paraphernalia well-stocked by genos to ensure that sensei is continuing to thrive. originally it started out as something of a team effort (though saitama really hadn't seen the need at the time), growing into more and more of genos's side project over time. it makes sense, what with how busy sensei is these days. there's always a squabble here, a fight there, the here association pulling at their ears all the while...

lately saitama isn't even around, which leaves his young ward to his own devices, more often than not. there's no problem in it when genos has plenty of things to study, hero duties he can catch up on, plus the occasional tune-up at dr. kuseno's lab.

which leads him to wonder: what in the world is with this growing pile of discs in the living room?

video games... genos knows of them. his years spent as a cyborg of justice doesn't mean he's forgotten the past, forgotten some of the things which used to fill his spare time. but why are they filling sensei's? surely his hours could be better spent climbing the ranks of the association, just as he encouraged genos to do. not that sensei doesn't know best; he probably has a plan he hasn't told genos of yet, doing things in his own way. sensei, after all, is the strongest man the world has ever seen. what does ranking have to do with it?

at this point it's purely speculation. they could be here due to any number of things. there's no telling they belong to saitama in the first place. it's entirely possible they might have something to do with how much time he spends around the s-class's seventh best. as for why king would be influencing him to bring home piles and piles of games, it's beyond genos's reasoning. is it for training? it has to be for training.

now he's drawn a conclusion, able to proceed with no issues. a little tidying is fine, far from unwelcome, and sensei will appreciate it. if he asks, it's very possible they could play together too, like he does with the king.

if...oh.

wait.

a lot of these don't look like they're for two players at all...

and that is how the biomechanical boy has found himself sprawled out on the floor in the middle of the afternoon, transfixed by a now-empty jewel case with a scantily-clad girl on the packaging, her moans on the television screen ringing in his ears.

training. this is for training. sensei just needed a little...brushing up on how to talk to women. judging from how genos has fared in his game so far, he doesn't seem to have the same trouble. if anything, it's been all too easy to win over this virtual girl's affections and lure her into the bedroom. surely they don't act this way in the real world, too. genos's fanclub throwing themselves at them left and right is harrowing enough! ]

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[ a walk was all sonic wanted to take after a day of rigorous training. really, that was it. he had no ulterior motives when he finished exercising, showered thoroughly, then slip on equally tight street clothes that doesn't quite put his villain wear to shame, but it's close enough. another short jog would suffice, if he so chose, tying his hair up in a looser knot than usual, not feeling up to going through the motions of pinning it up for a fight.

even sonic had times when he'd rather take in the world around him, remind himself that there was more to life than just an endless battle. sometimes the world could be fascinating, especially when he's not lurking in the underworld, or out on a job to mindlessly murder and add to his endless supply of cash.

alas, all good things come to an end. for sonic, it's very abrupt, a flare of anger possessing him from the inside-out with just one thought: he still hasn't beaten saitama.

why did it consume his life? why did that stupid egghead have to waltz into his life and ruin everything he's worked so hard for? he was speed of sound sonic, for heaven's sake, one of the most feared villains of his time... and yet that caped baldy had to go and show him up with so little effort involved, flicking him away as if he were an annoying insect and nothing more.

he doesn't know when he started to run, blood thrumming loudly in his ears, pulse racing to keep up with the frustration that abruptly clouds his vision. it always starts like this, too, a thought turned sour and a wish to settle the nagging inside his chest, fueling him to seek out his prey.

this was stupid. the entire situation was ridiculous. his whole life surrounded on being the fastest, quicker than the blink of an eye. so why can't he ever see himself defeating saitama? a man who looked so bored with the world, so foolishly nonchalant with the power that was contained inside of him.

maybe that's what angered him most of all. the guy had so much and he was so clearly taking it for granted. he was playing hero—as a damn hobby of all things, like it was so easy to reduce his strength to that—but never looked like he was enjoying it all that much. at least sonic appreciated the thrill, the rush of having a fight, a good, hard struggle, one he could eventually persevere. that excitement was all he needed to keep going, to show off his skills and remind everyone how good he was, that they'd never amount to the person he'd shaped himself to be.

a pout reached his lips, sniffing once in annoyance when the haze lifted and he was back on track. there, he'd gotten it under control. no problem. just reason it out, bring back the reason why he was such a determined individual, then go in for the kill. it's much easier to continue onward with his mind cleared, flipping backwards and up onto the top of a apartment complex with little to no effort. it helps to propel him forward further, gaining momentum as he continues onward to his destination.

sonic has no real intentions on just busting into saitama's living quarters. not because he's considerate, but he's not even sure if the dunderhead is even home. there's no point in that, he wouldn't just sit there and wait for him to show up.

that's bullshit, of course he would. ninjas actively stay in the shadows and strike when a person least expects it, after all, and he doesn't wear the outfit or carry around a sword for any old reason. right now said weapon is unavailable to him, sitting back at home waiting for his return, though it's not unlike him to somehow conceal other smaller, sharper objects to fight with. he never went without backup, not unless he's tossed into jail.

as always, he's graceful in his landing, standing a short distance away from the building he'd been seeking out. sonic gets into a comfortable crouching position, squinting his eyes in an attempt to see if anyone was home.

no good. he might have perfect vision, but that doesn't mean he has the ability to zoom in and focus on things without aid.

—wait.

sonic leans forward a bit on the tips of his toes, trying to get a better look. when that's a futile effort at best, he changes his mind and hops even closer, craning his neck a fraction.

well he'll be damned. speaking of robotics, it looks like saitama's dumb guard dog was home, immediately sneering down at him as if he were nothing more than a pet, or a kitchen appliance. great, that isn't what he was looking for. if he wanted a big clunky sheet of metal, he'd look elsewhere, not at his rival's home.

sonic's just about to bid the toaster a silent farewell before something else catches his eye: the television. or rather, what's playing on it, the series of images his sharp eyes can surely catch in the proximity he's settled upon. a wide grin crosses his face when his ears definitely aren't deceiving him, finding this... hilarious? entertaining? overall it's just bizarre and something that's outside his usual interests, and he intends on seeking this game (hah, a good double-meaning) out while saitama isn't around. the only question is: will he be able to approach without the cyborg instantly trying to blast him off of the ledge?

... eh. he'll be able to dodge it either way, no problem. it's not like he'd be the one destroying that idiot saitama's apartment.

with cat-like movements that could match any invisible thief, sonic nimbly sneaks in and perches on the table seated just inches away from the teen (was he a teenager? sonic couldn't tell, couldn't care less even more). cocking his head to the side, he watches for about thirty seconds, tilts his head to the other side, and then: ]

I didn't know household appliances could get aroused.

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[ something is amiss. genos can tell; his sensors pick up a shift in the air, a change in the room, occurrences he doesn't feel like acknowledging compared to the images he's seeing on-screen.

it fascinates him for all the wrong reasons. lacking the biological functions to follow through on his mild interest, he can only watch and wonder, both at how his former self might have felt about this, and at how his sensei might, if he does at all. has he played these games before? does he do so on a regular basis? is there a side to him genos hasn't already seen? he can't help but wonder...

...

...

ah. he can feel it now, something like a mosquito flitting too close to his synthetic skin, not big enough of a target to really register to him, yet making his the tips of his fingers itch, wanting to strike.

who is that? there, on the table? genos knows he's there, which is about all he can determine. the who, the what, the why remains unknown. if he's no hostile intruder, there's no need to instantly blast him aside. those days are gone, past him now. he's learned a modicum of patience, of diplomacy, compared to the hair-trigger reactions he used to display.

or so he'd like to think. it's equally possible his energy stores are running low; he's bored, he needs a nap, another package of cheap rice crackers, a change of pace. ]

I do not have that function. [ straightforward, to the point. he supplies it without thinking, heedless of who he's speaking to until his gaze shifts, settles on the unexpected visitor. speaking of arousal... ] ...you're that pervert.

[ from before. the lithe, nude figure in the rain, when the deep sea king threatened to swallow them all. ]

Edited 2015-12-23 06:59 (UTC)

[ raises an eyebrow at that. huh, he did expect to leave an impression on every person that he crosses paths with, but he didn't think a robot or whatever the hell he was would commit it to memory. ]

And you're the lapdog. [ rocks back on his heels, arms loosely hanging off his knees. ] Fine, you can't pop one. Why are you watching this, then?

[ a short jerk towards the television clears any confusion, if there's any to begin with. honestly, sonic was just curious. and when he was curious, he wanted to know answers, to get to the bottom of things.

he didn't think the kid was thick enough to not answer appropriately. or maybe he really was just a hunk of junk that was pieced together after every fight he'd gotten into, unless he was made of something sturdier than aluminum and thin bolts. that might be another thing he'll have to pry out of him at some point. ]

[ prepare to be disappointed: in genos's eyes, there's only route he can take here, and it involves explaining the obvious. ]

The bunny girl was the first character I became introduced to. By choosing the correct responses to her dialogue, and obtaining her Lucky Item, I was able to unlock this scene. According to the package it is one of the eight routes in the game, though given the nature of developers in this day and age, I would not be surprised if some secret paths were added into it as a bonus feature for long-time fans of the series.

[ his whole head swivels, now, turned to the side to glare at his guest head-on. ] Why are you?

[ your move, pervert. ]

Edited 2015-12-23 07:51 (UTC)

[ halfway through the explanation, sonic's zoned out, eyes a little glassy from how uninterested he is...

wait, the question brings him back to center. he gets this look on his face, a sort of smirk, not anywhere near the excited expression he wears when someone puts up a good fight. ]

I came to fight my rival. [ finally takes a seat on the edge of the table, staring blankly at the tv. ] But he's not here, so I've decided to wait.

[ at least his response wasn't stupid. ]

[ that doesn't sound very effective, which genos is all too happy to point out while the scene changes. seeing the girl from the front isn't as interesting as seeing her from the back was... ]

That makes no sense. Why wait for someone who might not show up?

[ it doesn't help he hasn't put two and two together yet, either. sensei doesn't have any rivals, not even in the hero association. no one can stand as his equal. ]

[ squints over at him. why is he asking such idiotic questions? shouldn't this be obvious? ]

Are you dense? Are you shutting down? [ he wants to flick him, do something to show his irritation besides it clearly lingering on his face, but his hands stay where they're at... for now. ] Listen, you toaster, I know you won't get it because you're not as strong as I am. Sometimes you have to wait, it's just common sense.

[ common sense he's not really following, either, but it sounds right in his mind. that's all that matters. ]

[ even though the insults sail straight over his head, this toaster is on the verge of flicking this pest out of here...

oh, but the scene's changed again, and it ranks higher on genos's priorities than this inane conversation does. still, he could grace him with a response, if he so chose. ]

Action gets results. I would think someone who's constantly on the move would know it better than anyone. [ there's your real common sense.

honestly, why doesn't he leave? the rounded cheeks on that girl's bottom have really spiked the temperature in here. his gears can't take it. ]

[ the attention isn't all on him. this is even more annoying, going so far as to move to block the scene that he couldn't care less about. he's speaking, and therefore more important than anything else going on around them. ]

Patience is a virtue, robot. [ as if he's one to talk. ] Don't you get it? It's more than just being fast.

[ pauses. thinks more on that. ] Being fast is the most important, but a true ninja has more to them and—

[ those moans on the television start to grate on his nerves, and thus distracts him, whipping around to grip at the screen and stare straight into it, voice rising: ] Nobody makes sounds like that! [ shakes it a little. ] This is so fake! At least make it realistic!

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[ there are so many things wrong in the last six statements he's heard. seven, if this guy would stop tripping over his own words and put together a single cohesive thought. if this truly is the meddlesome mercenary sensei's mentioned once or twice in his day (genos is skeptical), it's no wonder he keeps constantly running away with his tail between his legs. how is he supposed to fight if he can barely speak?

rather than jump to conclusions, he'll engage each threat as the need arises. robot? no, there's little sense in educating the ignorant if they're going to continue repeating the same mistakes. true ninja? genos isn't certain those exist outside of the history books. by this point they'd be registered with the proper organizations, as is only fair. for the rest... ]

You're in the way. Move. [ genos is busy, here. ]

[ in his defense, the only time he's truly focused is when he's fighting, or thinking about fighting. this just escalates when he thinks about the infuriating hero that he still needs to battle, needs to defeat him so badly.

that's not the first thing on his mind, not at the moment. without hesitating, he presses the power button to shut it off. ]

I don't care.

[ mistake number one: shutting off that television.
mistake number two: the beam from genos's hand which shoots a clean hole through that television. (note to self: buy saitama a new television before he gets home.)

those glowing golden pupils hone in on their next target. whether or not a third mistake plays out here is yet to be seen. ] ...

[ doesn't flinch or move from his position, too busy focusing on the buzz of excitement that rests comfortably in his chest. ]

Hoh? What's this, what's this? You wanna fight?

[ no sword? no problem. he looks easy enough to take down. ]

[ he could. he would. but...

once again, in the grand scheme of things, the only object worth paying any attention to is the game disc still spinning in its unit. at least it's intact; equipment can be easily replaced. borrowed goods, especially of this kind, are another story altogether.

swatting a gnat away is nothing of note. metallic digits pull out the plug, get the game out of harm's way before he ends up losing it, too. then they might actually have a real fight on their hands. ]

[ oh. that wasn't entirely what he had been expecting. it's not disappointing, not really. not entirely. ]

Che. You really are nothing more than Saitama's pet. [ shoves his hands into his pockets, position slightly slouched and relaxed now that the threat is gone.

damn, and here he was hoping to at least duke it out with someone. the guy isn't on his top ten list of people to go head-to-head with, so it shouldn't matter too much in the long run. he was probably just too scared to face him. sonic doesn't blame him, he's certainly more dangerous than a hero, no matter what rank they were. ]

[ baiting genos is pointless. moreso when it comes to this kind of topic. ]

Anyone would be proud to be sensei's pet. [ is that supposed to mock him? infuriate him? he's doing a poor job at it, if so.

all that matters is returning the game to its case, to the pile, putting it out of sight and (hopefully) out of mind. never mind the fact it's now been separated into three stacks in order of...preference. no one else needs to know this information. ]

[ stares down at him. no wonder heroes are so weak, they're too loyal to eachother, too infatuated with saving others. a kind heart only leads people down a dark path.

how foolish. ]

Bullshit. [ cocks his head to the side, gaze following the cyborg's movements. ] I'd rather die than aimlessly follow someone around.

[ a brief flash of anger makes his fist clench, a knee-jerk reaction. where does he get off, thinking he can get away with talking about sensei like that? now he's pushing genos's buttons, but if he thinks he's going to show it off, he's wrong.

focus. analyze the threat. saitama isn't here at the moment, and words are meaningless. if a tree falls in the forest—

—wait, no, this isn't the time! there's an opportunity here begging to be seized, and he studies this interloper (who is still here, why), for a good long while, probably too long for his liking, if he lives up to his speedy reputation. ]

Aren't you doing that? [ maybe not aimlessly, if he's claiming to be sensei's rival, but he'll play the hand he's dealt, shoo him off sooner or later. he just needs a new television set so he can resume the game... ]

[ waves him off. ] I have a purpose, unlike you.

[ why should he go into details, anyway? he's not the one who's drooling all over himself to grab the attention of some bald guy. sure, he'd like saitama to fight him, be able to show him how skilled he was, but it wasn't his fault that he couldn't see how he should be honored to go into battle with him. ]

Anyway. [ just as quick as he was to get into the conversation, so too does he switch topics. at least it's back to the beginning, still seeing only unanswered questions that need to be filled. ] You should get real experience instead of relying on porn. It might get you all hot and steamy in your circuits, but nothing compares to the real thing.

[ lecturing like this was mostly to show off his knowledge. he didn't really give a hoot about the kid's well-being. ]

Edited 2015-12-23 09:59 (UTC)

... [ ...? ] ...

[ he's officially lost. real experience in what? all he's doing is idly wasting time with a new game until sensei comes home with dinner, possibly with a new friend in tow. genos still doesn't know what to make of it, how he can rub elbows with the highest-ranking members of the association so easily...in comparison, genos is lucky to get twelve words out of anyone who isn't—

oh, never mind.

his brain truly is shutting down, staring at this pervert ninja like he's grown a second head. exactly what is he suggesting? ]

... [ now it's his turn to look confused, doing another headtilt, which extends further when he realizes that the kid isn't moving. or saying anything. wait— ]

Hey. [ lifts a hand, waving it a little in front of the robot's face. when that doesn't work, he snaps his fingers loudly, getting up in his personal space to check and see if he didn't overload or short-circuit him or something. ] Hey! Did you overheat? I didn't even say anything really bad...

[ wait, if he did break down, maybe saitama will finally see how powerful he is and come after him for a change! this could be a blessing in disguise. ]

Edited 2015-12-23 21:46 (UTC)

[ a spare moment is all it takes for him to snap back into action. one of his hands shoots out, snatching the one irritably snapping in front of him. if you'll give him a second, he'll come to, jeez... ]

Are you propositioning me? [ because it sounds like he's propositioning genos. stranger things have happened, though he can hardly say his interest level is high.

doubly so for someone who self-righteously wants to claim himself as sensei's rival. as if; who gave him the right? ]

[ stranger things have been said to him. nonetheless, it's still... weird? awkward? hilarious? for this to be brought up so abruptly. did he really have no filter?

sonic didn't either, but that's besides the point.

feeling invulnerable to the grip on his hand, he pays it no mind, all of his attention focused directly on the blond-headed cyborg. weighing his options only briefly and finding no harm in playing around for the sake of his own amusement, sonic tips his head to the side, more deliberate this time with the smile that crosses his lips. ]

You didn't even buy me dinner yet.

[ it looks like he might actually be considering his options, just for a split second—

—no. lets go, huffing out his own version of an exasperated sound underneath his breath. ]

I pass.

[ he should have known his humor matched that of a brick wall.

just snorts, pocketing his hands again. ]

Looks like you aren't as dumb as I thought you were. [ saitama's guard dog chose the safer route. that, in his mind, is a win in his favor. matching him in anything at all isn't possible, anyway. ]

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