Rated 16+ for violence.
*DISREGARD EVERYTHING YOU READ BEFORE.* This is a completely different version that I ended up finding at the bottom of my locker. Hope this is substantially better the second time round.
"To live with love is my philosophy."
Elise's POV:
As far as I could tell, as I always said, this place had always been a wasteland. The people, however, and not the environment, made the world what it was now: barren, sad, and empty. Of course, I wasn't going to say so aloud; that would only make matters worse on my daughter. And from the expression on her face, we already had enough problems.
"What's the matter, Sasuke?" I asked her, scanning the long desert for some type of movement. Even in hypersensitivity mode, I detected nothing.
She was a quiet girl- well, more taciturn. She felt no inclination to speak to me, and I felt no need to push her. After a few breaths, she spoke. "Let's continue."
She was attempting, and failing, to keep something from me. She wouldn't tell me either/or, which was the biggest clue of all.
"Yes, ma'am." I said nothing further on the subject, being more vigilant than before.
She stopped once more.
"You heard that." It wasn't a question, for she needn't ask one. Of course I heard it- the shuffling of sand as if being kicked about.
"What do you suggest?" I asked, ready to follow her command. That was in my programming, after all.
"Full on." This was her strategy for everything, unfortunately. Attack head on. Sometimes, literally using ones head.
"Yes, ma'am." One would probably wonder why I spoke so formally to my own daughter. That, however, is a side story yet to be explained. But first...
Whoever was approaching became less quiet with their steps; they knew their cover was blown.
"Korai," I called out, loud enough for her only to hear. "They're human."
She relaxed her stance, glancing back at me, just to make sure I was truthful. Turning back in the direction of the noise, she waited.
That alone was probably exhausting for her. I was reading over one hundred degrees, and the humidity was pretty intense. "Korai." She stepped close to me, and I lightly blew on her face, her blood red bangs swaying from her maroon and onyx eyes. I did this for my creator often when a day like this occurred. Instantly, Sasuke looked substantially cooler.
But once the strangers came into view, she was all business again. She narrowed her eyes and I zoomed in.
There were two of them, both male, and both ragged.
And, despite my earlier calculations, both more than human.
Korai, in her own way, sensed this as well.
"And the plan?" I asked her.
"Are they dangerous?"
I paused a moment, surveying them. "No." Maybe it was cyborg's intuition, but I felt no threat. From Korai's face, she agreed.
After another ten minutes or so, we stood a good two yards from each other.
"What do I say?"
"Whatever you want," I told her. "You have the floor."
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