Tomoyo was agitated to say the least. Sure when he had said that Hazerru could stay at his home in Tomo's Tower, he hadn't put much thought into the invitation. The guy had flown him across the desert, lived in a tent, and could play with him now; he'd have been stupid not to invite him...
"But this is dumb." The child mumbled to himself with his arms crossed over his chest as he sat on a solitary chair near the railing of the Tower's top floor. Stationed on the balcony, Tomo had been instructed by Hazerru to wait there until the person he had hired would arrive...
That's right: Hazzy got Tomo a BABYSITTER!!! He wasn't his parent; what made him the boss over Tomo enough to hire a babysitter to take care of him while he was away!? "I can do fine by myself~" The child pouted outloud while waiting in stubborness for this person to show up. He had no idea what this person even looked like; heck, Tomo wasn't even sure Haz knew either! Stewing in silence with his eyebrows furrowed in frustration, Tomoyo just kept trying to reassure himself of his own dignity...
Power Level: 220,211 Resonance:2,422,321 / 2,642,532 Ki Setting: 1 Hideaki: 50,000
Soon after her business with The Old Man had been finished Noxa had returned to her home, rather excited about the fact that the customer base was finally beginning to bite. After all, she had spent what felt like months advertising after completing her shop. The lack of response subsequently causing her to throw in the towel completely and simply lounging about without much to do. This sudden influx of activity was something she hoped wouldn’t die off anytime soon, otherwise she would soon be falling behind on rent.
The beautiful day reflected how giddy she felt — thick, heavy clouds blanketed the sky. Charged and heavy with rain, causing the smell of ozone to permeate the westward land she soared over. Or, rather, that her canine companion did.
Mr. Floofs, the 5’9”, 888lbs assistant carried Noxa across the sky. In return for lazily laying on his back, Noxa held up a rather large umbrella over the two of them — in case rain began to fall. There was little small talk between the two of them; the only sound audible was that of Noxa’s long hybrid of a coat and a vest violently whipping in the air, much like her lush scarlet mane. Considering how fast the group traveled it was a miracle the umbrella hadn’t broken from the wind’s pressure alone.
Any soul keeping watch would feel the approach of Mr. Floofs’ energy signature far before seeing the blazing white aura contrasting against the dark sky. It was possible one wouldn't even feel Noxa's ki; she had a habit of constantly keeping hers in check, and it was more than possible Hideaki's unchecked power eclipsed her masked signature.
His aura dissipated at he approached the top of the tower.
‘It looks like the place that man described.’ Hideaki noted silently, conveying his message telepathically to his redheaded partner.
Noxa found herself rolling over on his back, arms clinging to the side of her ride. The amazon’s head moved from behind the dog’s fluffy body, looking over to see the sky-bound tower. Her black/xanthic gaze found itself fixated on just how thin the supporting beam to the tower was. She followed the shaft’s image all the way to the large saucer-like tower head, where she saw a child’s figure resting against the railing.
“Are you sure this is the place?” Noxa wondered, mumbling under her breath to her companion, “This place looks like it could fall over at any time.” ‘If it was going to fall over it would have done so by now. Do you think the tower has just been 'waiting' for you to get on before doubling over?.’
"You never know, right?"
Hideaki's only response was a disappointed sigh. She hoped she was joking, though given her track record he wasn't willing to stake much on that.
The duo floated closer still, eventually coming but a dozen feet away from the railing. Noxa shifted so that she’d straddle the not-so-tiny puppy’s back. Still focusing on the only other person present, Noxa found herself speaking up.
“Are you Tokoho?”
A yelping bark came from the dog, whose own large black eye looked up towards his owner. That bark being translated to her telepathically. ‘It’s Tomoyo.’
“Tomoyo.” Noxa corrected herself, leaping into the tower uninvited, her heels clattering against the stone flags. The Bio Android folded her umbrella and shook it, despite the fact it was completely dry. “Sorry for being late, kid! You know how traffic is.”
Her companion landed by her side, shaking his head in disapproval. If she was going to lie about forgetting an appointment she should at least have come up with a better excuse — the only ‘traffic’ they had come close to experiencing was a flock of migrating birds, though the two of them plowed through the formation regardless.
A thin tendril of red reached out from beneath Noxa’s mess of hair. It held out to the young hybrid a wrapped lollipop with what looked like a pair of blueberries etched into the wrapping. One of the woman’s hands slid into her slim-fitted robes, whose cloth seemed to writhe regardless of a breeze or not. Out came another lollipop, though this one seemed to depict some kind of red fruit.
“My name is Noxa, by the way.” Her eyes trailed over to her side, addressing her companion. “This is Mr. Floofs.”
Hideaki growled, glaring up at the 6’5” amazon, informing her his name was ‘Hideaki’, though Noxa didn’t seem to bother correcting herself in that regard.
Curling up his legs onto the chair's wooden seat, Tomoyo wrapped his arms around his knees before curling into a fedal position. "I don't need a dumb babysitte-" Are you Tokoho?
Looking up from the intricate curvature of his knees, Tomoyo's eyes widened as he finally took notice of the fairly tall woman riding what looked to be a giant puppy dog! Leaping back as his seat clattered onto the ground, an exited glint shined in the child's eyes before a grin grew across his face. "Hi! I'm Tomoyo! Nice to meetcha!" Tomoyo introduced, giggling out loud as the large puppy landed next to the older woman into his home.
As the red tendrils extended from Noxa's hair to introduce candy into the equation, Tomo was officially sold on the whole babysitting deal. Candy + Puppy + Friend to play with + MORE CANDY!? "Best, day, ever." the Hybrid child whispered as he reached out his arms, physically urging Noxa to hand him the red lollipop. "Can I have one, please?" He pleaded, the child's short arms barely short of the candy while his face contorted into a begging pout.
Beaming at Noxa as she introduced herself, Tomoyo's eyes just couldn't help keep getting drawn to her particularly large possessions... that dog was HUGE! Not paying much attention to her excuse on traffic, Tomoyo couldn't help but keep eyeing the large puppy with a great desire to pet it. "Miss Noxa?" Tomo asked, raising his arm up to tap on the woman's thigh and get her attention; his neck was hurting a little from bending backwards to look at her face, but otherwise Tomo didn't really mind. "Can I pet the puppy?"
There wasn’t much pleading needed to be done with Noxa; the blueberry goodie that she had held out was for Tomoyo and no one else. She followed his eyes, however, noticing he had his focus on the strawberry ‘pop she had been about to have herself.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, “Prefer strawberry?” The red tendril that held out the blue goodie danced still in the air, moving over his face, “Are you sure? Blueberry is good too.”
Though as he came closer Noxa found herself coming down on one knee — she was a massive woman, and took note of the struggle that Tomoyo had to go through to so much as talk to her face to face.
Noxa and Mr. Floofs both heard his request. The dog’s face remained as indifferent and relatively benign as always, his high pitched yelps definitely that of a puppy. However, the meaning behind them came to be far different than his appearance would lead one to believe. ‘Child, I am a mighty guard from beyond the eather; I’ve lived many of your pathetic life times! My power along is more than capable to wipe out many of your human cities! The name ‘Hideaki’ is one that conveys utmost respect! One does not simply ‘pet’ such a great being!’
Noxa’s lips simply curled into a sweet simper. She gave a nod and reached out, ruffling the kid’s hair. “Sure! He would love to be petted.”
‘Wench!’ Hideaki came to growl at Noxa.
“Ignore that.” Noxa noted, “He skipped his meal, so he is a little grouchy.” Noxa slowly turned her head to her companion, her gaze turning sharp and her voice stern, “He is a friendly, nice little doggy. He wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt a kid that we were — generously, and legally — paid to babysit. Isn't that right, Mr. Floofs?”
A whimpering sound came from the dog. Noxa was able to read the disdain behind it even without his telepathic translations, though her smile and sweetness returned as she faced the boy.
“Like I said, go ahead; he’d love to get some grooming done. I don't suppose you've got anything for him to eat, though, do you? That'll probably keep the sassiness away from that fur ball.”
His neck being quite grateful to the amazonian woman for coming down to his height, Tomoyo's eyes wandered precariously between the two candies presented to him by Noxa. On one hand, he loved blueberry; on the other, she was holding the lollipop with... her hair? A tentacle? A head-tail??? Tomo didn't even know what that was!
Finally though, resolving to just take the one he was urged to by the woman, Tomoyo plucked the blueberry flavored candy stick from Noxa's grasp. Still holding the small candy in his palm, Tomoyo lurched his body foreward slightly to give Noxa a hug as his arms reached around her neck and hair as thanks. "Thanks Noxa!" Tomoyo grinned before withdrawing from the hug and happily unwrapping the candy to begin sucking on it.
Now back to the other matter at hand, it was puppy pettin' time! "Hi Mr. Floofs!" Tomoyo laughed before throwing himself onto the deceivingly soft fur of the giant puppy. Arms spread completely to his side as the Saiyan child's form began sinking into the fur, Tomoyo couldn't help giggle as the individual hairs tickled his face. "He's shoo fwuuuffy~" I don't suppose you've got anything for him to eat, though, do you?
At this remark from Noxa, Tomo begrudgingly disconnected himself from the fluffy puppy before dashing to the fridge. Throwing open the door, the child proceeded to pull out a Tupperware container filled with processed and slippery turkey slices. Picking out 3 slices in a neat stack, Tomoyo clutched the wet meat in his hand before placing the container carefully back onto its shelf in the fridge, having to step on his tip-toes to place it back in the highest slot. Dashing back to the doggy, Tomoyo held out his hand under Mr. Floofs' snout precariously with his palm up and offering the meat. "Does he like turkey?"
Once the thin vine was robbed of the lollipop it began to retract. Noxa was glad Tomoyo decided to take the blueberry sweet.
She had lied; she hated blueberry.
The insidious grin that had begun tugging at the Bio Android’s lips was swiftly wiped away with the young hybrid’s hug. Stunned, Noxa only blinked; her hair writhed and poofed just a little under his grip. Just when she thought about hugging him back, and her arms twitched to go about and return the hug Toyomo let go. The hybrid child turned his attention to Mr. Floofs and moved away.
“Y-you’re welcome.” Noxa stammered, watching as the boy ended up giving Hideaki the same treatment Noxa had just been subjected to.
Mr. Floofs, who sat at there, glaring at Noxa with his big, beady eyes, continued to send a torrent of displeased messages telepathically to Noxa. Or, at least, he did up until the point Toyomo made contact. The abrupt nature of his disconnection caused a smug grin to overtake Noxa.
Just as the boy managed to excuse himself to the fridge, in order to bring out something for Hideaki to eat, another exchange between the two began. ‘I see you changed your mind about being pet.’ Noxa found herself thinking, knowing full well her companion was listening — he always was.
‘I have no idea what you mean!’ The dog retorted, his features contorting into a rather vicious growl. ‘Stop looking at me with that smug face, human!’
In response, Noxa’s smugness only increased. ‘You mad, puppy?’
The growling canine’s noise ceased instantly. The wafting scent of turkey slices — though faint — was picked up by his acute senses. With eyebrows raising alongside his ears, the candidly innocent expression on Mr. Floof’s face was one that reminded Noxa that at the core he was a dog — demonic in nature, and with a monstrous ki signature in comparison, sure. But his attention span was that of a dog nonetheless.
The virago was only filled with more smug satisfaction as the fuzzy tail began to wag behind him, thumping into the ground with a good deal of force. Noxa, much like her companion sniffed the air. The smell certainly had a charming quality to it, though Noxa would much rather not mix sugar with turkey — the combination seemed to, at best, be a repulsive clash of flavors. As the turkey flesh was brought beneath Hideaki’s snout, the dog clearly enjoyed the smell — going as far as to lick his muzzle.
Noxa’s heart lurched in her throat as she watched Mr. Floof’s jaw open wide, snapping down at the delicious meat. The damn dog forgetting the boy’s hand was there propping it up for him. For a moment, Noxa’s power level flared to its full figure as the woman’s instincts — perhaps maternal in nature — were sent into overdrive.
In the blink of an eye, the scarlet mane had stretched and rushed towards Tomoyo, wrapped itself around his legs and torso, pulling the boy away from the dog’s snapping jaw — but leaving the meat dangling in the air, only to be snapped out by Hideaki’s teeth.
The dog noisily chewed as Noxa shot him a venomous glare, her hair setting the boy down beside the still crouching woman. Noxa could only give an exasperated sigh, her expression softening as she turned to face Toyomo. A faint, half forces, half relieves smile evident on the woman's features.
“Yes, he likes turkey.” Her voice turned low, as the woman’s black/yellow eyes gave the oblivious Floofs a sideways scowl, “Maybe a little too much…”
Once more her eyes turned to the hybrid child — more specifically, his arm. Making sure he was still in one piece. After all, she had been paid to watch over him... It would be a true disaster if her assistant had been the one to do him any harm.
Happy that Mr. Floofs was liking the snack that Tomo brought him, at leas that's the message he got from the puppy enthusiastically thumping his tail and sniffing it, Tomoyo's grin only grew in size before continuing to obliviously hold out the food. "Good pup-" And just like that, the dog's maw snapped down onto the child. "Aaaaah!" Tomoyo screamed out loud as his eyes widened in fear, completely caught off guard, it would only be in a matter of moments that the innocent hybrid would be left minus a hand.
...or at least it would have been the case had it not been for Noxa. Feeling the scarlet tendrils that grew from the red-head's hair wrap around his torso fast than he could even scream, Tomoyo was yanked out of the way just as the jaws of the mighty Mr. Floofs snapped shut onto the meat. Yes, he likes turkey.
"I'm sorry Noxa!" Greatly shaken up by such an intense experience, the edges of Tomoyo's eyes watered ever so slightly as tears began to balance on the edge. Turning on the spot as Noxa loosened her grip, Tomoyo threw his arms around the still stooping girl before hugging her tight for protection in case the giant doggy came back. "I didn't mean to make him mad~"
After a few more seconds of shivering in fright of the now complacent and weirdly still cute looking pup, Tomo's grip loosened ever so slightly; though he wouldn't altogether detach unless Noxa made the first move to.
This time, Noxa made sure to return the embrace. Both arms tenderly embraced the hyrbid, one hand running up and down his back as she did her best to soothe him.
“There, there.” The woman found herself whispering, giving him the most generic comforting line one could muster. It wasn’t out of deliberate indifference; for some bizarre reason Noxa found herself to be relieved that the little one hadn’t been hurt — and off sensation of over protection. While it was alien to her, Noxa had spent enough time indulging in Earth’s social biome to understand that it was, in all likelihood, her own instinct to protect offspring acting up.
Still, she didn’t expect her own body’s reaction to be this powerful.
One arm came to secure his thighs as she stood up, allowing him to sit on said arm. The redhead’s hair moved about as if she was under water — ebbing and flowing around the two of them.
“Don’t worry.” The babysitter assured, taking keen notice of the teary-eyed nature of the hybrid, “You didn’t make him mad; he is happy to be here, trust me. He is just… Not very used to have manners. I never really managed to get him trained.”
A nod came from the woman. She took steps away from the chewing demon dog and near the railings. Noxa’s tongue danced behind her teeth, playing with the strawberry pop she had earlier returned to indulging. Enjoying the sugary treat — and fact she hadn’t just completely failed her job — the woman looked over to the cloudy sky. It promised rain, both from the earlier-stated smell of ozone, and the fact the morning looked as though night had already begun to fall.
“It’s going to rain a lot.” Noxa found herself predicting, looking up at the boy, trying to take his mind out of the fact he nearly got a rather nasty bite mark. “What do you do when it rains? I can’t imagine you get good TV signal up here, I —”
Before Noxa could finish that sentence the buzz of a vibrating phone hummed. A clumping set of hair strands found themselves pulling a rather sleek-looking phone from beneath her scarlet mane, bringing the screen up to her face.
“Oh, a message.” she found herself idly mumbling under her breath, taking notice that she still somehow got cell service out here in the middle of nowhere.
After being comforted by Noxa for a few moments, Tomo's tears slowly faded from the corners of his eyes as the Saiyan Hybrid calmed down significantly. Wiping his face on the back of his hand, Tomoyo emerged back into view with a grateful smile on his face. As one arm came up from under his thighs, Tomoyo fell back to sit on Noxa's limb as she stood back up to full height and carried him with. Raising his arms up in glee as he was lifted pretty high into the air, the Hybrid charge grinned at his elder.
"Wheee!" Tomoyo gleefully cheered as he looked on down at the pup still eating his meat and the rest of his home. Everything looked so weird from so high above his normal perspective! Wrapping his arms around the red-haired maiden's head, Tomoyo offered her an ecstatic grin before another hug. "Thanks Noxa!" Going back to work on his own lollipop as he stuck the blueberry flavored stick back into his mouth, Tomoyo gratefully sucked on the hard candy before directing his attention back to Noxa as she muttered something about the weather.
What do you do when it rains? I can’t imagine you get good TV signal up here, I —
Cocking his head to the side in confusion, Tomoyo thought back to the last time it rained... but immediately began repressing the memory back. It wouldn't be good to just make himself upset again over stuff like that anyway. Shaking his head back and forth, Tomoyo sent the puppy a questioning glare before directing his attention back at Noxa. "Nu-uh. I don't have a TV." he simply remarked, speaking through muffled slurps of his candy stick. "I just go to sleep. Haz and Teku aren't here a lot, so I don't have anybody to play with..."
"...plus the rain storms are scary up here." Tomoyo added as an after thought, normally not very afraid of storms but absolutely dreading them while living so high up that he was practically level with the clouds above.
Noxa kept herself quiet for some time afterwards, reserving the peace and quiet — allowing it only to be broken by the sound of the howling wind and distant rumbling of thunder. Sharing this moment with someone else was nice. There was a lot Noxa wanted to say, but realized that they were the kind of things best left said to someone who was fit to hear — someone whose future was more directly tied to. That realization only helped Noxa cement the understanding of what it was that she was feeling — a yearning to have offspring of her own. Still, while that realization was something that was a long time coming, it was something she’d best leave to her own introspection at a later date.
She nursed her candy, looking back as she heard the pitter patter of paws. The redhead watched as the dog went out, walking to the same location Tomoyo had earlier disappeared to — no doubt in search of more meat.
There was a slow shaking of Noxa’s head — disapproval. Noxa may have a hard time with mannerisms, but even she knew that taking someone’s food without permission wasn’t something that should be done. Unless, of course, you had rightfully won it in a battle.
“Alright,” Noxa noted, looking back to the charged clouds, watching as the visual of the distant world began to grow blurred as rain finally began falling. “There isn’t much to be scared of with rain.” She said. “Where I come from it doesn’t ever rain. I came to really like it because of that; it was a pretty nasty world. A big ol’ desert filled with people who were all up to no good.”
Noxa clicked her tongue, dismissing the oncoming thoughts of Zilyana, her homeworld. Once more the woman focused her attention on the young hybrid, her teeth coming down to crack the hard candy just enough for some more flavor to rush into her system. “Those names you mentioned. Are they the ones who live with you all the way up here? I have to say, this is one hell of a family home. I, myself, live in a little building down by Stan City; this is just…” Her eyes returned to one more inspect the horizon, “So… Different.”
Biting his own blueberry flavored lollipop in between his teeth, Tomoyo split the hard candy evenly in his mouth with an audible crunch. Chewing the pieces into smaller and smaller bits in his mouth, Tomo soon finished off the candy before spitting out the cleaned stick off the edge of the Tower before turning to face Noxa with a grin on his face, his inner lips and tongue colored blue. Those names you mentioned. Are they the ones who live with you all the way up here?
The question the older android posed to Tomo made his face fall at coming to terms with his current situation once more. The happy grin he wore seconds ago turned downward into a deep and sorrowful frown as Tomoyo recalled what the answer to that question really was. "Tekuma's my big sis. She's super cool and strong and part robot and has red hair and plays with me all the time... but she's not around very often.... Hazzy talked to you on the phone. He lives here, but he's not around a lot either. Usually its just me all alone up here..."
Realizing that his current mood might be bringing down the crimson haired temporary-guardian, Tomoyo curved up his lips into a falsified smile and redirect the question. "It's fine though! Being up here all the time is nice." Embracing Noxa once more to reinforce the point, grinning down at the bio-android while taking comfort in her warm embrace and the tickling of her hair. "I can have fun on my own!" Complete lies~
Noxa’s sharp, predatorial teeth continued to crush down the hard candy, noisily drowning out a good deal of their conversation.
However, one line of dialogue was enough to cut through the rest and sink its hooks into her mind. "Tekuma's my big, sis. She's super cool and strong and part robot and has red hair and plays with me all the time”
At the mention of Tekuma’s name Noxa couldn’t help but feel as though tiny shards of ice had begun to course through her veins. She knew that name; she knew that description. Part of her wanted to believe that was the hybrid said wasn’t possible — after all, she had reaped that soul herself; she held its life in her hands, and crushed it. A deserved righteous kill — one of vengeance.
But… One thing was off. Noxa’s memory of the event was clear; of everything bit of flesh and sinew she had torn asunder was devoid of oil or metal. When Tekuma had met her end, she was not a machine. If it wasn’t for Carva’s existence Noxa wouldn’t have been aware of the explicit possibility that once deceased an organic being can be robotized. Still, the idea that Tekuma’s body had managed to somehow be incinerated…
Noxa’s eyes narrowed into the horizon, gazing far past the thousands of droplets that now began to shower down to the Earth. The intensity of her aura had managed to incinerate Kazar’s corpse; she was a fool to not have done the same to Tekuma. She wasn’t as meticulous about her actions as she should have been, and for now, the only thing she could do is pray that this wouldn’t turn out to be something that would later haunt her.
“Your sister.” The woman wondered, her eyes still fixated on the horizon. “You mentioned she was… Part robot? How did that happen?”
If the child was aware of her robotized form maybe he would have also been aware of her death. Surely they would have spoken of it. If not, then Noxa was safe. For now, at least.
Tomo's eyes followed Noxa's own as she began staring off into space. "Whats she looking at? Why did she look so weird?" Turning his head around while squinting his eyes, they hybrid child began moving around his neck to shift he glance over the dim room. At first, the child was scared that Mr. Floofs had fallen off the side since he couldn't find him! Just about ready to shout at Noxa, Tomo caught his scream in his throat at the last second with a sigh as he spotted the fluffy puppy's white tail wagging around the corner of the table near the fridge.
Relieved that the pup was alright, Tomo twisted his head back foreward and bent it down and to the side until he was facing Noxa's own in an awkward position just as she began talking again about his sister. You mentioned she was… Part robot? How did that happen?
Leaning back his neck, the angle of gravity starting to put a crick in it, Tomoyo's grin faded as he went into thought... "...I dunno~" He finally uttered after thinking on the matter for a few minutes, shrugging his shoulders. "I asked her, but all Teku said was a bad person poked her eyes out and hurt her arm and leg a lot... oh and also her heart... and I think her brain but I dunno if that was just in my zombie dream." Grinning back at his sitter, Tomoyo was just about to continue on about the description when a flash of thunder and lightning ripped through the sky nearly a few meters in front of them.
"EEEH!!!" Shutting his eyes tight, Tomo instictively sought protection from the very scary thunder and heavy falling rain by clinging on desperately to Noxa's form. Burying his face into her hair, Tomoyo hugged the older bio-android tight. He knew it was irrational to be scared of it... but it was just SO SCARY UP HERE! None of the aforementioned rain proved to enter the actual tower, looking to almost stop in midair as the bouncing drops revealed the shape of some sort of invisible magical dome protecting the inside; the heavy rain pounded against it without end, but still to no avail.
Hearing the hybrid’s tale was a bit disconcerting. It seemed that Tekuma had regained some kind of awareness from her untimely demise. How unfortunate.
Still, Noxa wasn’t entirely sure if the presumably-robotic redhead had managed to get information on who had done it, or simply the scenario due to some kind of after the fact examination. One meant she knew what Noxa’s transgressions were; the other meant that Noxa might still be able to be at peace for a little while longer.
Either way, she was still alive. That brought into question just what the virago ought to do about this. Follow suit in another attempt to exterminate the woman, or simply avoid her altogether.
Nonetheless, a few more crunches would be heard from Noxa, each diminishing in volume as she continued to further triturate the hard candy. By the time it was a fine powder she found herself swallowing the dissolved goodness.
Aside from being deep in thought about Tomoyo’s story Noxa had been focusing on the sound of Mr. Floof’s gluttonous gorging. Vague growling, the swish n’ swoosh of tail tagging, and the occasional rummaging of food. Considering Tomoyo’s earlier frantic vital signs, then the sudden relaxation once he looked back Noxa figured that he had searched for Hideaki, and calmed once he had seen him. Though she couldn’t plug in why he had been worried; to her, it wouldn’t make sense that he’d care for an animal he had only just met.
Thanks to her current focus, the thunder strike managed to catch her off guard almost as much as Tomoyo. However, their reactions were fundamentally different. Noxa didn’t flinch. Instead, her heart rate spiked; her pupils dilated; and her hair rushed out in all directions, both growing in volume and area covered. One might liken this to a scared or battle-ready cat’s upright fur. However, this effect dissipated as quickly as it had arisen.
Tomoyo’s fear caused him to take shelter within the amazon’s scarlet hair. It truly made her fawn over how adorable that was. Or, at least she did internally. Externally Noxa did little more than shed a soft, warm smile over how he found himself burying his face against her lush mane. It felt soft — deceptively so, much like a hare or chinchilla’s pelt. The texture was smooth. The only thing it lacked was the smell — Noxa’s own scent wasn’t all too pleasant; it was clear that she hadn’t washed her hair with any chemicals in… Ever, which resulted in the clear odor of wet fur.
He might as well have been sticking his face on Hideaki’s back after he’d been out in the rain for three hours.
Her hair, however, covered the back of his head, much in the way her free hand patted his back. Again an attempt to soothe him, but it was beyond obvious Noxa was painfully inexperienced in this area.
She considered offering to banish the rain storm, but that felt… Wrong. The kindest thing she could do for him was to help him grow strong, and simply removing the thread wouldn’t do that.
“Don’t worry.” Came Noxa’s mature, velvety voice. “The storm can’t damage you.” She said, “You’re a very strong boy — it may be able to hurt you, but the pain is superficial.” Noxa said, “Pain feels bad, but it helps you grow strong one way or another. Don’t shy away from the storm.”
As if to prove a point, Noxa found a strand of hair curling off to the side of her body — the opposite side from the boy. A blast of red was sent into the clouds. A normal ki blast, but it did well to part a small portion of the sky. Sure, the clouds soon closed in to patch the wound once more, but Noxa hoped her point had come across loud and clear: he could defeat the storm if he wanted.
Flinching slightly as Noxa's hair stood on end, recoiling into the air on top of the lightning strike already startling him, Tomoyo felt a little bit more reassured as it wrapped around and secured the back of his head. His tensed body relaxing a bit as Noxa softly pat his back, Tomoyo continued to not look back up for a few more minutes. The child didn't really mind the smell of the scarlet android's locks; honestly, it smelled of cakes and roses by comparison to what his mother's did after her usual bouts of training... or really any time at all since the Saiyan warrior practically lived to fight.
Shaking his head while trying to drive his thoughts away from those undesirable memories, Tomoyo finally lifted up his gaze upon hearing the reassuring voice of his temporary guardian.
You’re a very strong boy — it may be able to hurt you, but the pain is superficial.
Her words were... familiar in a way. They were like what all the Saiyans on planet Vegeta had told him, what his mom had pounded into his skull; but the way Noxa said it, the way she reassured him instead of beating him to "man up" almost made the lesson more comforting, in a way. Eyes widening in amazement as Noxa's scarlet hair lazily tossed a similarly colored ki blast that seemed to pierce the storm clouds, the Saiyan hybrid began looking at the dimly lit sky in a new light. The storm clouds weren't some god-sent rage that could hurt him... if Noxa wasn't pulling his chain, he could just blast it away!
Sliding off of the Bio-Android as his feet clicked dully against the tiles on the floor, Tomoyo circled on his heels before giving the amazonian woman a quick hug around the legs. "Thanks Noxa! I'm not afraid no more!" Doing a small pirouette on the balls of his feet once more, the child turned to face the raging drizzle and thundering electricity with an expression of peace almost.
Then that peace devolved into a mischievous and almost excited grin as Tomo raised up both of his palms to eye level as small, yellow ki orbs danced in each hand. "I'm gonna beat up the rain storm~"