My Nanowrimo for 2017 was a failure at 9, 781, short of 40, 219 words. My excuse is that my part time class was 2 weeks apart so I was preoccupied with homework and can’t really concentrate on Nanowrimo. Better luck next year. Meanwhile, read my one shot fanfic featuring Sonic OPM (femalized) and Genos. AU of course. This was one of the thing I wrote for Nanowrimo 2017.
STRANGE MEETING : 4120 words
According to Sutera, Sonic should have taken a degree in graphic design when she was freshly out of secondary school, but instead Sonic had taken the mass communication route. It was a waste of years and talent, Sutera had added. Sonic just nodded and proceeded to listen to her old friend’s rant while she chomped on her burger. Apparently Sutera thought Sonic was foolish and had made a mistake.
Meanwhile Sonic thought otherwise and she also thought about how supportive her office mates had been and in contrast how opposed her friend was. Her office mates were made up of people who have known her for seven years, compared to Sutera who knew her when she was barely out of nappy. Sutera was being critical and Sonic wondered why.
“So, you want to be a graphic designer now? Is not it too late, like ten years late?” Sutera said as her eyes bore into Sonic’s.
Sonic quickly closed her eyes and held tightly onto her burger, she bit the last piece and chewed really slow. She then sighed and opened her eyes all while avoiding Sutera ’s eyes. Her hands were balmy and oily so she grabbed a tissue and wiped her hands dry. She still had a plate of fries to finish but after hearing Sutera ’s rant she lost her appetite.
“You still on about me continuing my study in art?” Sonic asked Sutera for confirmation. She realized if this was someone else she would have ignored them, but Sutera was almost like a sibling and some part of Sonic wanted to convince someone that what she was doing was the best for her life right now.
“Of course I am, why did not you talk to me first, I could have contacted my lecturer friend and offer you a place there. They are offering places for a communication degree based on work experience. You could have chosen journalism or corporate communication instead of art, only two years of studying. But now you have to start from the bottom. Do you always burden yourself with thoughtless acts?”
Sonic moved her ear away from Sutera, the former kunoichi’s voice was getting louder and louder as she criticized Sonic. People sitting nearby them were starting to look which made Sonic grasp for Sutera’s face to shut her mouth. However Sutera, though no longer practicing ninja martial art grabbed Sonic’s hand and flipped the other woman over.
Sonic whooped and found herself squatting on the ground with her hand behind her. In a few seconds she was released and Sutera was crouching beside her apologizing. “Oh sorry Nic, old habits die hard I think. Come let me help you up.”
Sutera helped Sonic back onto her seat while Sonic noticed that the people nearby were scampering away to evade them.
“Opps sorry everyone, it was a joke. We were just rough joking,” Sutera said as she awkwardly locked Sonic in a half hug to demonstrate her point.
They both took their seats back and Sutera nervously took her straw to drink her juice in one slurp. Looking guiltily at the other still startled people she glanced at Sonic and said, “Well grandma was saying how proud she was seeing you on tv interviewing famous people. You even get to be on that ninja program as a guest, and you are a household name in our village.”
Sonic smiled at Sutera, despite Sutera’s harsh words Sonic knew her friend was only worried for her. She decided that since Sutera was not going to quit nagging at her decision, which already happened, she might as well explain. Sonic frowned and agreed with herself that the decision to continue study part time at the local university for a degree in graphic design was made in private. No one except her office mates knew. She told them because she didn’t want to clash with her classes.
No one from her family knew, and people in the past life especially old friends. She also did not think her classmates needed to know, the ones from college where she studied mass communication with. She thought it was best that she finished her degree in two years time and then invite everyone to a graduation party when she finally got her scroll. However she did not know that Sutera was going to be a lecturer for the program, which led to this meeting.
“I am happy with my life right now, sure I am no longer free on weekends but this is my dream,” Sonic said as she lightly placed her hand on Sutera’s. At the back of Sonic’s head she was wondering why she needed to convince Sutera of her decision when her decision has no bearing on Sutera’s life at all in any way at all. But her instincts told her that Sonic needed to explain herself just this time.
“I’m just concerned, we are already 28 and to me you are better upgrading yourself as a journalist, rather than taking something new and starting from the bottom.” Sutera looked into Sonic’s dark eyes and must have seen something which made her realize something. “Well, I was not in your life for sometime but I met with your Grandma often and she often says positive things about you on tv. If you pursue this course you might end up working behind the scene, are you prepared for that?”
Sonic rolled her eyes and patted Sutera on her shoulder again, “My friend, this is the time to be multiskilled and even if I end up as a graphic designer I would be one hell of a designer. Or I might go to a vocational school and learn about sewing and dressmaking in five years time.”
Sutera sighed and said, “Well then, I will sure be there to rant about how fickle your life pursuit is. Do you want to stay here or we move somewhere else, maybe take a walk?”
Sonic let go of Sutera’s shoulder and quickly stand. “I’ll settle the bill, you wait for me outside.”
“Sure, thanks. I will make it up to you, are there stalls along the pavement? You didn’t finish your fries.”
“Buy me some donuts, street food greasy and heavy.”
“Second round,” Sutera said as she gathered her bag to leave.
Sonic took her own bag and wrapped her scarf around her neck. The purple scarf was her most prized accessory as she had knitted it five years ago when she was into knitting. Sonic knew her mind and pursues in life was fleeting like a butterfly going from one flower to another. As a child she wanted to be a cook but when she burnt her hands from frying an egg she quit that dream, then she wanted to be a dancer but Grandma told her that Flash, her sister was already one, so Sonic had searched over her teen years for an ambition and settled on either mass communication or acting. But she decided that she should work behind the scene rather than in front of the camera and so took up mass communication. She goes on tv once in awhile when they were short of staff like during festive seasons or the elections, but other times she was doing production work like editing and voice overs.
Being from a ninja village did not deter Sonic from dreaming of being something else too, being a ninja was her identity and the station she worked had about five programme producers from various ninja village. Sonic was never bored from being a ninja even if she sucked at training and in maintaining her fitness. As she walked beside Sutera along the pavement she thought about Sutera being worried for her. She now realized that Sutera ’s worries were an extension of her family’s, she knew her Grandma would be supportive but what about Flash and Keiji, her siblings. One was a professional dancer and the other a martial arts photographer and both are at a master’s level in their respective art. Sonic was a good producer but she was bored of her job, and then she found passion in drawing.
Sonic spent six months trying to learn how to draw properly, she loved drawing but had only drawn as a hobby. When work got bored she found herself loving to draw again. She learned how to draw from artist in media social but was not satisfied. She wanted a constant chance to learn and researched about art education. A graphic designer with her company had told her about a part time program from his alma mater which Sonic found herself interested in. She applied and a year down the lane and she was now a second year student.
Genos looked at his watch and saw that he reached the faculty just in time. He paid the Uber driver and added some tips before getting out.
“Sir, can I have a selfie with you?” the driver asked.
Genos was going to be late but he always make time for the public, so he smiled and suggested to the driver, “Let’s take a picture outside.”
“Thanks man,” the driver wasted no second to reach for his phone and got out of the car.
After a slew of wefies were taken, the driver offered his hand to Genos. “Mr Genos, I am proud to be your fan. You are doing great things with the air force.”
“Genos, just call me Genos. Thanks man. Drive safe!” he said as the man shook his hand vigorously just as they made contact.
Uber driver drove away and Genos looked up at the grey building he had been coming to on annnually.
As Genos set foot inside the building’s foyer he noticed how quiet the building was. It was a Sunday and his friend told him that there were only part time students today, numbering about five groups of fifteen people which explained the quiet atmosphere.
Genos made his way to his friend’s classroom on the second floor. He arrived at a room with its number matching the information seen on his eye screen and knocked on the door.
“Come in, you are earlier than my students,” answered a voice.
“Hi,” Genos said as he walked into the class. His friend was standing in the front of the room looking at some papers.
“Ah Genos, none of my students are here yet so you have to wait. Thank you for coming what with your busy schedule”, said Saitama while waving at Genos.
“I am never busy for you, you have helped the air force so many times in helping us design our visual publicity campaign so this was nothing.” Genos did not need to mention the enemy fighting Saitama had helped the air force with. Saitama was not just an art teacher he was also with the Hero Association on his day off. They shook hands and Genos smiled.
“I haven’t even told my students that you are going to be our model today, I told them that they were drawing something mechanical today.”
“How many students are there?”
“Twelve, two are absent family matters, you want to change into your robe first. And just as a formality a briefing, I requested you model without any clothing except for the customary cloth for scandal protection?”
“Yes as in the email, I go change in the room back there right?” Genos asked about the changing room which he had memorized by now. He had in fact volunteered for this class since he joined the airforce years ago. He had admired Saitama for a long time and Saitama never had a cyborg model for his class.
Genoa wasn’t a soldier but his cyborg parts were built by Dr.Kuseno of the air force. He served as their futuristic icon and carried out missions which was deemed too dangerous for humans. Genos was only 21 but he had 6 years of defending his nation from human enemies and aliens, and also modelling.
Genos changed into his robe and sat on the chair placed on a pedestal in the middle of the class. He watched as one by one the students enter, too tardy for his liking but Saitama just let them take their seats to begin the class. Genos took off his robe while strategically draped a cloth over his ‘private part’. The students were snickering when they recognized Genos. Genos got into his robot pose and stayed still. Saitama’s student who were good in sketching used charcoal to draw while the inexperienced ones used pencils.
Genos made occasional eye contact with students who smiled at him and even smiled at them before Saitama commented on how he should be still for them to draw instead of flirting. Genos laughed before resuming his position while the student he had smiled at turned crimson from embarrassment.
Sonic was dead late to her drawing class which she had been trying to get good at. She mentally slap herself for oversleeping. Saitama had told her to just draw and keep her reservations away because the only way to be good was to draw often. But as Sonic was keen to improve herself in drawing she forced herself to class even when she was half an hour late. Saitama wouldn’t be happy.
She knocked on the door and saw that Saitama was nowhere to be seen but the class seemed to be on. She eyed her classmates but they ignored her and were instead eyes locked onto something else. Sonic glanced and saw that there was a robot sitting on the seat where life model would sit. She sat down on an empty chair and got out her paper and pencils. She set the paper on the stand all while looking at the robot. The robot looked heavy and she wondered if Saitama had brought it here himself. Her lecturer was strong and could lift it even if it was the weight of a car. She wondered where Saitama got it from, maybe the mechatronics faculty?
“Hey Nelly,” Sonic shouted at her classmate who was sitting nearby.
“Yeah,” Nelly answered as she sketched.
“How many tonnes do you think that thing is?”
“Mmm, 92 kilograms.”
“That’s impossible, it’s a replica of a robot, why would it be so light, like a human’s weight?” Sonic said as she eyed the robot. “Why is the face built like a human, do you think the skin feels like a human’s?”
Sonic dropped her pencils and turned around to check for Saitama.
“He told us he would return later, he had someone to meet he said, it might be awhile, but he wanted us to draw at least something. So you better start sketching Nic,” Nelly said.
“Eh, I am curious about it, it’s inanimate huh?” Sonic said as she arranged her pencils on the stand and got up to get closer to the robot. She heard a gasp from her classmate and a question.
“Just what the heck are you onto? Saitama won’t like you touching that,” another classmate warned her through gritted teeth.
Sonic chose to defy them she was never good at listening orders anyway.“ Just let me see if it’s as metal as it looks,” Sonic took one of the robot’s hand which the robot had on its lap and tried to lift it. She was surprised that the robot was cool to the touch like metal, and it’s hand was easy to lift. She touched the robot’s elbow to see whether it was the built of the robot which made the hand easy to move around. Sonic moved the arm up and down and then waved it around. She made a mock robotic voice and said, “Hey Hi, I am a robot, my name is Robot.”
A worried voice called again, “Nic stop it.”
Sonic didn’t need them at all. “Saitama isn’t here, and I’ll finish my sketch in time. Just a minute.” Sonic put the robot’s hand beside the robot but continued to inspect the robot.
She looked at it’s face, chest and then legs Only then she noticed that the robot had its genital part covered, she wondered why the need to cover it, it isn’t like she never drew male genitalia before. Just as she lifted the edge of the cloth she saw a hand of the robot grabbing her arm and Sonic moved in response.
“Whoa!” Sonic shouted as she spun around and locked the hand in between her knees and slammed the robot onto the floor.
Her classmates shouted and Sonic stilled. Then she felt cold mechanical arm pry her feet away to free the hand and she gasped in surprise. In a blink she was spun around and was soon standing upright with her hands held apart. She frowned when she saw that the robot was holding her wrists apart so she couldn’t move. Sonic struggled for a little before realising that the robot was stronger than her.
“Robot, who’s controlling you? Is Saitama behind this?” she looked furiously into the robot’s eyes.
“My name is Genos, and I am a cyborg not robot, human brain inside, but man made body parts. Do you ignore everything your teacher asks you to?” the cyborg’s’ tone was serious.
Sonic looked into the yellow eyes of the cyborg and realized that the pupil were dilating and very focused on her. “Hey, are you scanning me?” she shouted while wriggling to escape. She assumed that the cyborg might possess some advanced artificial intelligence which could do some harm. Meanwhile behind them her classmates were telling her to cooperate. “I’ll call for Saitama,” one student said.
“No need it’s ok,” Genos glanced over the other students before turning back to Sonic. “You are a journalist with CABC Station right, Sonic?”
“Programme producer, now let me go,” Sonic said as she looked away annoyed at the fact that the robot knew more about her now. He must have accessed the Internet just now as all Sonic’s video appearances for work and her contact details as a programme producer were posted in her company’s website.
“I will if you promise to let me do my work in peace,” Genos said this time in a friendlier tone. His hold loosened a bit but he didn’t let go of Sonic yet.
“What is that?” she asked angrily.
“Be a model for your drawing class,” he said as he let go of her.
“Ok, ok, do your job, whatever,” Sonic said as Genos let go. She returned to her seat and avoided her classmates’ questioning eyes. She massaged her wrists as a silent protest to being manhandled. Soon the class resumed working in a state of hushed dialogues while Genos resumed his modelling job.
Sonic sketched a dumb looking robot not referenced by Genos in case Saitama come checking, but the bald lecturer only returned five minutes before class ended. He brought back a box which he placed on his table, “I am sorry that I am not here to monitor ye all, so please post your progress in the online class for me ok. Say thank you to Genos.”
The class thanked Genos in a sing song and they all packed for the next class. Sonic packed her things quickly and waited for her classmate to exit but they had other ideas. They were all crowding a now clothed Genos and were taking wefies with him. Sonic cringed and left the class.
Sonic was waiting for her next class in the foyer seats when Genos wearing a hoodie with ripped sleeves and jeans walk by. She decided to take out her phone and feign web browsing to ignore Genos.
“Sonic, hey, I am sorry if I startled you,” Genos said. Sonic sighed in her mind, Genos just had to stop by.
“What?” Sonic looked from her phone to the taller cyborg.
“On the other hand, you should have abide Saitama’s orders.”
“Whatever, I was never the goody two shoes anyway,” Sonic said as she wondered why Genos was bothering to talk to her despite her uninterested disposition. She would certainly face some consequences from Saitama later since she had not drawn a thing but she bet Genos must have a likeness somewhere on the Internet which she could use a reference. Cyborgs weren’t a dime a dozen after all.
“You don’t know me do you?” Genos asked.
“I work for tv but I am sorry, I don’t know you,” Sonic said. She never interview any cyborg for work nor know any personally.
“Well, let’s go out and have some drinks and maybe we can get to know each other,” Genos said.
“Are you flirting with me?” Sonic asked as she finally locked her phone and slid it into her pocket. Genos was not going anywhere.
“You are a programme producer, a journalist, and I work with the air force in the publicity side, maybe we can work something out?” Genos said before pausing. “Also as apology for surprising you back then.”
Sonic was usually hard headed but Genos was being sincere and maybe he could offer her a scoop. So what could she lose by this opportunity? Smirking, Sonic decided to accept Genos’ offer. “So you work with the air force huh? I never dealt with them so I am intrigued,” Sonic was supposed to know about things as a producer but she was not into enforcements or the army, she usually cover weird stories and scandalous affairs between celebrities. They were petty issues which quickly made her bored.
“Do you want to visit the state of the art of laboratory we have not officiated yet, it would be a scoop I think,” Genos offered.
Sonic’s eyes lit up at the mention. “Well then, what’s your number? It’s an interview then.”
Sonic looked into Genos’ eyes as she fished out her phone. He had crinkles at the edge of his eyes as he spoke about the air force’s new lab. Sonic thought that wasn’t possible seeing that he must have artificial skin for a face, and why would the cyborg maker bothered to give him wrinkles were beyond her. But the crinkles made his face appear warmer.
“We’ll text me when you’re free and I’ll take you to the best hang out place in town, I do drink and eat, my brain needs food.”
Sonic saved Genos’ number in her phone and said, “Ok. I have so much question for you, you know.”
“Sure, fire away when we meet again, you have class right now.”
Sonic nodded and offered her hand to Genos. “See you around?”
Genos took her friend and shook it. “Yeah. By the way no one rattled to Saitama about what you did back there.”
“Hmm, nice friends I have.”
“Ok see you around.”
Sonic thought she should apologize, now that she’s becoming acquainted with Genos. “I’m sorry too, about what I did back there.”
“Small matter but are you a ninja, you have quick reflexes.”
“Yes, I am from the east village,” Sonic explained.
“Do you spar?” Genos inquired again.
“Twice a week at least when work and study isn’t that packed.”
“Great, then I can show you the air force sparring room too. Ok, I think we better set up a date as this is turning into a date itself.”
“Ok, I’ll go.”
“Me too, I should get back.” Genos nodded and started walking towards the exit of the faculty. He smiled as he glanced back to see Sonic disappearing inside a hall. Sonic was ok he thought and maybe we can be friends.
Sonic got into her next class just in time. There were only five students in this class and they were all here. Time to focus on her class.
Genos open his Uber app and proceed to call for a ride. His mind was reflecting in Sonic and suddenly he was aware of how Sonic was shorter than him and are those tattoos under her eyes. He wondered if all her ninja peers have them or was it a personal thing? He also wondered why Genos working on tv was learning art, maybe it’s a hobby, he thought. He’ll have lots of opportunity later to get to know her, they’ll have dates. That sounded weird, dates? instead of appointment. Genos searched the keyword and found out that date was a term appointed for meetings on a romantic setting. He was only introduced to Sonic but he discovered that he didn’t mind being on a date with her. She was feisty and fast, she was stubborn and also cute. Dark short hair and dark expressive eyes, no he didn’t mind. He hoped that she wouldn’t mind.