9S sheepishly rubs at the damaged portion of his neck. It was a tic he’d picked up recently, running his fingers over the slightly different texture of the repaired skin. “I- yeah, that’s fine, I was going to ask you to call me that anyway.” Nobody in their right mind would want to go around saying Unit 9 Type S every time they wanted to address him, not even the most straitlaced of YoRHa’s soldiers.
It feels like they’re caught in a loop here, and the frustration of that thought is enough to get him to snap out of his placid customer-service mode. “If you know you’re not strong, the best thing for you to do is to stay out of danger. You’re probably going to burn yourself, or inhale a bunch of smoke… Humans are great at a lot of things, but surviving fire isn’t one of them.” Looking out at the ash and chunks of smoldering wood and concrete strewn across the road, he knew he couldn’t leave Shintaro to navigate this for himself. “At least let me get us there.”
Without waiting for an answer, 9S leans down and scoops up the taller human in his arms, lifting him as if he weighed nothing at all, which he might as well to 9S’s mechanical frame. Scanners might not be built for battle but they still had the same strength as any other unit. He starts across the rubble, nimbly making his way through the ruins. It looked like most people had cleared out of this area… Where had they all gone?
Ah, good. At least the name thing was okay. “Good I’m glad.” Would it be better if he told 9S that he preferred his first name over his last name? That would be hard to explain. How does he just casually say ‘oh hey, Kisaragi reminds me of my sister and I don’t know if she’s okay and I’m trying so hard not to freak out over that.’ That isn’t possible. At least, not to a stranger. No one, besides someone that has a sibling that they can’t see anymore, can understand that.
It mildly shocked him when 9S blatantly called him out for being weak. It felt like another stab when he said humans were not apt to surviving fire. His mind immediately strays to Kido and his eyes flash red for a split moment. Kido died in a fire with his sister and that’s how she got her power. If it wasn’t for his own power, he would have never known that. Fire was bad, obviously. However... “People’s lives mean more to me than surviving a little bit of fire and smoke. I just want to make sure people aren’t hurt,” even at his own expense. That was all that mattered to him. If people were okay, then he would be fine. Shintaro would keep coming back until he could prove that no one was harmed.
The offer to take him into the city was nice, but he wasn’t sure how that was going to happen. However, that was answered for him when he was lifted by the much smaller man as if it was nothing. First of all, his very small amount of pride died. Shintaro wasn’t strong, and here he was being carried by someone smaller than him. Yes, he concurred that this person wasn’t human, but that didn’t make this any less embarrassing.
This was going to stick with him forever, but that was okay. It was fine. He would just... go to the gym. It would be fine. Totally. “Th... Thanks...” Would he struggle to get free? No. Because his weak ass self knew he wouldn’t last long in this atmosphere.
When they made their way into the city, Shitnaro covered his face with the red scarf around his neck. It helped keep the smoke out and kept him focused. Brown eyes scanned the area and it was becoming very clear that no one was here. There weren’t arms sticking out nor where there screams of anyone being in pain. “Why does it seem like there isn’t anyone here?” This was strange, but good? No one being here was good, but where did everyone go? This place used to be crowded, so where were the people? “This isn’t right.” He murmured to himself.
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