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dangeroushologramcolor · 1 year

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Being Neon J's daughter :

He and his wife always wanted to start a family, but his obligations in the army make it difficult.

When he was called for the border war, he asked the hospital to conserve some samples of his genetic material, so their dream can become true if something happened to him.

The war was unforgivable and murderous, but the thought of finally coming home to his dear wife, settle down and having children kept his spirit up.

After his warship was bombarded, he lost his crew and most of his body. He miraculously survived, but the majority of his body must have been replaced by robotic parts.

When he came back, his wife was crying of relief and pain. Seeing her husband in this state, but alive, put her emotions into a roller-coaster.

After his comeback, they decided to have a child.

The pregnancy goes well, they learnt that they'll be the parents of an adorable daughter. Everything was so perfect. If only it would last forever.

But fate had other plans.

His wife didn't survive the birth, leaving you and your father.

Neon J was devastated, why life must be so cruel. Giving him great joy then pulling him into misery.

But he must be strong. It only you two now, he must be strong for you, to protect you, to make sure his dear wife rest in peace, knowing both of you live in happiness.

It's a this moment he created the first models of 1010.

His passion always was music and dance. So, now that his military carrier is behind him, he'll become the next star of Vinyl City.

You were there when he taught the first models how to dance and sing. It wasn't very good. But your 3 years old self found it funny and loved to clap her hand in rhythm.

The second version of the 1010 was more human like and a little less army lookalike. They were better, but still not very popular because of their looks. And the five of them look perfectly the same, so people didn't really see the point of a band make of only one people multiplied.

The idea of making them in different colors went from you. You sticked stickers on them, with an unique color for each of them. It helped you to remember who was who. You father found the idea brilliant.

And so were made the third generation of 1010. You big brothers.

You loved them, and they loved you. Neon J was so proud of his little family. He hoped his dear wife could see that from where she is.

You takes part of 1010 training routine. You love dancing and your father is an excellent teacher.

You go to Vinyl City Elementary School, but your dream is to go to the military school. The only problem is that your father is formally against it. He refuses that you get enrolled in the army.

It really upset you, but you will prove to your father that you are strong enough to become at great general, like him.

If only you know he refuse because he's scared of what could happen to you. He doesn't want you to go though what he did.

He's kind of protective, sometimes too much.

Your brothers have a protocol named "Y/n's protection" coded deep inside them.

When Neon J isn't here to give them orders, you are the one who gives them orders.

They are not obligated to listen to them, but you're so cute when you act like that. And you never disrespect them, you they play along.

Since your brothers have a sailor uniform, you asked your dad one too.

How can he resist those puppy eyes when you asked him so sweetly "Can I have my own uniform too dad, please."

Now, you look like your brothers!

But you refused to wear the hat. You find it ridiculous.

Your dad works a lot, to the point of exhaustion. So when you saw him sleeping against his desk, you stole his coat and his captain hat and decided to supervised the concert for him.

You are 9 years old. You can do that. And your brothers agree with you. Your dad really need to rest.

You're not afraid of those rock revolutionaries. Let them come, they will see what 1010 is made of.

They will pay for what they have done to your friends' family. And for making Lady Tatiana angry.

They better have come with their tactical thermals goggles, because-

YOU'RE GONNA BRING THE HEAT!

#neon j #neon j nsr #nsr x reader #neon j x reader #x child reader #no straight roads #1010 #1010 nsr #no straight roads 1010 #rin 1010 #haym 1010 #1010 eloni #1010 zimelu #1010 purlhew #neon j no straight roads #tw:death #tw:birth death

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brainrottim · 2 years

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yahoo some more 1010+nj stuff cause theyre so fun to draw I love robots and cyborgs

#no straight roads #neon j #1010 #ok so 1010 have names?#i didnt know dat #they arent canon tho I think #either way #1010 rin #1010 purl hew #1010 haym #1010 zimelu #1010 eloni #thats alot of 1010 #my art

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corruptimles · 2 years

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A 1010 EX Commission for Kender20 of Red/Zimelu on a bike and borrowing Mettaton’s chainsaw! The design is based on previous UT x NSR crossovers for the same person. Thank you for commissioning me!

#art #commission #no straight roads #1010 nsr #1010 zimelu #undertale #sort of #cw eyestrain #I dont have a drawing tag #I know the signature double in the close up and Im at a point where it's just funnier to keep it

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slimyficgirl · 2 years

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Bad boy type (Zimelu x reader)

Scratched record was the last record store on the metro district, as everything was going digital, and it would be closing down within the week. As much as you wanted to do something to save your favorite store, rally up a fundraiser or anything, the owner had already given up the fight. Now all you could do was take advantage of the closing sale.

You and your friend Sunny stood in the back of the shop, going through some old rock vinyl when the bell above the entrance jingled and Sunny let out a groan. Looking up from the Ramones record you had in your hands, you say the cause of her grief. Cadence, Trisha, and Tiffany. Three girls from your university that still acted like mean girls from high school, despite having graduated from that years ago. All three were from the Dream fever district, and they made sure everyone knew it with their stylish clothes and money.

Ugh, how cliché.

"What are they even doing here." Sunny hissed under her breath as she joined you at the rock aisle and you shrugged. "I think tickets for 1010 are going on sale at that fancy cyber café across the street, they're probably just waiting for that. Ignore them." "1010? That's a band you like too, right? Are you getting tickets?" You snorted softly. "Please, like I could afford those things. I'm, like, heeeellls broke." And wasting what little money you had here at the record shop. The bell rang again and this time you both groaned. The three joker queens were now joined by their joker king, Alan. While the three girls were mean in a more psychological way, Alan could be outright violent. "Maybe we should bail.."

Hush, let's kick it in to touch.

And wash away the sludge that's withering our minds.

Words, a message to the world,

To let the masses learn that someone holds a light.

Oh shoot. That was your song.

You couldn't leave now.

You turned to Sunny with a grin on your face and she immediately dropped to her knees, playing an air guitar. You followed suit, raising your fists to play your imaginary drums as the two of you danced around the aisle. Of course Cadence and her groupies had noticed, and of course they'd likely mock you for this, but somebody else passing by the shop had noticed too. He stared through the window at the little show you and Sunny put on, a smirk creeping across his face.

So yeah, I'm ready for you.

Yeah, I'm ready for you.

Yeah, I'm ready for you now?

Are you ready for me?

Are you ready for me now?

How cute.

"How childish." Just as the song ended, Cadence and her friends made their way over, her arms crossed as she sneered down at you. How could somebody so rich and so pretty be so awful? Did her parents not love her enough? Did she feel overwhelmed with the social pressure of those around her and their expectations? You didn't care, all you cared about was that she was being a mega bitc-

"As if you didn't embarrass yourself enough in music history class today." Cadence went on, Trisha and Tiffany snickering behind her as Alan joined her side. "I mean, you couldn't even get such a basic question like where the term serenade came from." "um, Um, I don't know, Mrs. Wright." Alan mimicked you in an obnoxious, high pitched voice, "It comes from the Italian word Serenus, by the way. Not that you're smart enough to remember that. The school is really going down hill to let people like you in." "Is this how you deal with daddy taking away your allowance after you threw that fit in Mr. Mackey's class?" Sunny hissed, her temper flaring already. Unlucky for her, Alan's was even worse. He stepped forward, their faces way too close. "What did you say to me, you little freak?"

You sighed and, knowing this was a bad idea, placed a hand on his chest to try and push him back. "Back off, Alan Jones."

You got a hand around your throat in response. Crud.

"I don't take orders from anyone, especially not pieces of poor trash like you."

The entrance bell jingled.

Heavy steps approached.

"Let. Her. Go."

OwO? What's this?

The deep, stern, and poison dipped voice made everyone pause. Wincing you craned your neck to see who had spoken. Your jaw dropped. Standing there was a very, VERY tall robot wearing a black navy uniform with red highlights. he had a matching red mohawk with side burn and red eyes that stared hard at Alan. You yelped as his grip on your neck tightened. "Or you'll what. Scram, you cheap AI girl toy." Oof, a bit awkward of a comment seeing as you knew Cadence very much wished 1010 were her girl toys. You might have laughed if you weren't, ya know, being choked out right now. The big red boy, also known as Zimilu, reached down, grabbed Alan's wrist, and squeezed. You heard a pop that made you wince before the stereotypical bully dropped you on your butt, staggering back and gripping his now limp hand. he was cursing up and down, heading to the door with Cadence, Trisha, and Tiffany. “I’ll have you turned into scrap metal! And you!” He pointed a finger at you.

”Watch yourself! Don’t forget I know where you sleep, loser!”

Oh boy. Well. Seemed like you had a lot to look forward to when you returned to your dorm.

But you didn’t have time to think about that as Zimilu grabbed your jaw gently and tilted your head up. He was checking your neck. “Are you okay, baby? Does it hurt?” “…n-noooo?” A little, but you felt too awkward to say anything. “I’m okay..thanks.” “Of course, baby. That sort of behavior isn’t cool. Even to me.” And he was supposed to be the bad boy type. He gave you a slight smile once he was sure you were okay. “Name?” “Uh..Y/N. And this is Sunny.” You motioned to your friend, who was frothing at the mouth for revenge. Zimilu gave her a nod and held out his hand expectantly. “Phone.” “..huh?” You tilted your head and he snapped his fingers. “Phone. Give me your phone, baby.”

…whyyyy?

You hesitated and handed him your cellphone. He hummed as he typed something in, struggling as his hands were bigger than the phone, then handed it back to you. “If he does ANYTHING, you call me, understand?” “Um..” You were..really confused. He used a finger to tilt your chin, forcing you to look him in his eyes. They seemed a bit warmer now. “Understand?” He repeated. You swallowed, your mouth dry, and gave a nod. He smirked and stepped back. “Good. I have to go back to the ticket stand but I’ll see you real soon, beautiful.” Then he just..strolled out. You glanced down at your phone, staring at the number he put in.

Holy crap.

#no straight roads #nsr #nsrxreader #nsr x reader #1010xreader #1010 zimelu #i realize I misspelled his name but I’m so tired #forgive me 1010 simps I’m begging you

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botboyblitz · 2 years

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I am very mature! (lying)

#1010 #1010 nsr #nsr 1010 #doodles #they absolutely torment each other #these bot blorbos invade my brain on the daily #1010 zimelu #1010 haym #1010 rin #1010 eloni #1010 purl hew

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sir-subpar · 1 year

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Defenses Down! (Zimelu x Zuke/ZimZuke/Zukelu)

*I got inspired by an idea/headcanon from @Kender20 on AO3 so, here we are!*

Ever notice that out of all the 1010 members, Zimelu is the easiest to destroy?

What if that was on purpose? What if he actually supported Bunk Bed Junction, seeing as he's built with the "rebellious bad-boy" personality?

What if he intentionally made himself a weaker target to make fighting easier for B2J?

Fluff/Angst/Hurt Comfort.

TEEN rating for language and mild violence.

Below the cut!

Zimelu wasn't shy about his love for Rock. The genre matched his style well. It was loud, proud, and rebellious: all qualities he enjoyed.

So it really shouldn't have surprised anyone when he quickly became a fan of Bunk Bed Junction, after all he was the "bad boy". He knew his brothers liked them as well, but they weren't as open about it.

Regardless, the rock duo was good. Their performances online quickly captured their robotic hearts. Dad J yelled at him about it all the time, but Zimelu always argued with him, which often resulted in screaming matches (and one or two broken chairs). His brothers still kept their love for Rock secret from Dad J.

Eventually, the Lights Up audition rolled around again. Zimelu had to admit, it wasn't his favorite thing to do. Sometimes it was great, you got to listen to some great music. Other times it just dragged. Random wannabes showed up and failed, and they had to endure the whole performance. At least he had his bros to pass the time.

They sat in their respective spots, and awaited the last contenders for the night. Leaned back in his seat with his legs on the table in front of him, Zimelu closed his eyes, having checked out hours ago.

"Guys, look!" Haym's voice pulled him out of his peace. He tried to ignore it. Internally, he rolled his eyes.

"Woah.. Is that..?" Eloni's voice trailed off, leaving the question unfinished.

"What are the odds?" Purl-Hew queried.

Zimelu peeked one of his eyes open, to see his brothers' faces.

Ok, if Purl was shocked, that really meant something.

Zimelu, now with piqued interest, sat up in his chair and leaned forward to peer at the contestants.

His jaw dropped.

There, standing on the stage below, looking up at NSR, was Bunk Bed Junction.

For a few minutes, he was thrilled. Finally, a band he wanted to listen to today!

As they performed, rocking on stage, swelling everyone with energy, Zimelu couldn't stop staring.

He'd heard their music online, but as anyone else would say, seeing it in person was entirely different.

Especially since the two didn't show their faces that often. (He honestly didn't know why that was the case.)

He could see Eloni out of the corner of his eye, clearly infatuated with the guitarist. Zimelu could admit she was attractive, and her attitude was fun. Usually he'd be all over people like that.

But his attention was held by the drummer. Despite the man's apparent (adorable) stage fright, he still showed prowess.

Then the music stopped. And it was time to judge B2J.

A loud aggressive buzzer pulled Zimelu back to reality.

Right. Rock music was never successful under NSR.

He looked at his brothers. They all exchanged looks.

We don't want to. But we have to. What if we don't?

Another buzzer.

It's not fair.

Another buzzer. His systems began to heat up with anger.

Another.

He could sense his brothers looking at him expectantly.

No. He didn't want to.

Another. Damn. Buzzer.

His brothers looked at him with a mix of apologetic and pleading eyes. Their hands hovering together over the red button.

He glared at them, then averted his angered gaze to the ground. He put his hand on top of the others' and slammed it down with unnecessary force.

Their buzzer went off.

He wanted to break the damn thing.

…

It was a shock when news spread that Bunk Bed Junction booted DJSS out of orbit.

And it was even more so when Sayu was taken down.

"Attention!" They all saluted their captain.

"Boys, listen well. These rebels might get past Yinu, but they will not get past us. Am I clear?"

"Yes Captain!" They yelled in unison. His brothers would try their best to appease Dad J, even if they felt bad for rejecting B2J.

Bunk Bed Junction was one of his favorite bands before, but now they meant more than that. They fought for what they believed in. They had the strength to back up their words.

They deserved to win. And he'd help them do it.

…

Atop their limousine, the inevitable happened. They were face to face with Bunk Bed Junction. Rin devised a plan to disarm the band by flirting with them.

Zimelu was first, and while he did flirt, he decided to flirt with who he wanted.

"We thank you for gracing us with your exotic beauty." He said what was planned, but pointed at the drummer.

He seemed surprised, but other than mild confusion, and apparent annoyance, he was unaffected. So he wouldn't fall for him or his brothers' pick up lines. On one hand, it stung a bit, because admittedly the man was attractive. But he had to remind himself that this was a good thing.

Zimelu could easily defend himself from attack, but he was making an exception. He lowered his defenses, making it easy for the rockers to tear him apart.

It was painful, but short, each time he was destroyed and transferred to a new body, but it was worth it.

…

Pain. It was painful.

Being used as a buzz saw, then discarded.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

Sometimes, he wished he wasn't part of Vinyl City's Navy.

…

The factory was down, his brothers dismantled and damaged, and Captain was down for the count.

Out of 1010, he was the only one still online. His face panels were shattered on one side, both his legs were shot, his torso was severely dented, and he couldn't see clearly through one of his eyes.

He made sure not to move, he couldn't risk Neon J seeing him active. He wanted to talk to Bunk Bed Junction. He needed to.

With his functional optics, he watched the walkers casually walk away from their captain, who decided to storm off and go home in frustration as they ignored his stories.

Once he was sure Dad J was far enough, he made his move.

He struggled to prop himself up on his arms, pain shot through his chest. He managed to do it however, and weekly looked up at them.

[ALERT: POWER LOW_15%]

Shit, he needed to act quick.

He focused his remaining energy into his voice, he prayed he'd be loud enough.

"B.. UnkB3d JUnCt10N..! W.. Wa1T!" His voice warbled. Glitching and unstable, but it caught their attention, sparking hope within him.

The rockers turned to him wide eyed. "Zuke! One's still alive!"

Zuke. So that was his name.

"PL3a5E... Li5tEn!" He begged, his arms sparking and giving out, his head slammed into the limousine with a thud.

To his surprise, the rockers exchanged a look, but approached him, they stood in front of him, towering over his broken form. They looked at him expectantly, but not… impatiently. They seemed genuinely invested.

Mayday, unsurprisingly, looked very distressed about his condition.

They awaited his words.

"YyyY0uR… m… mmU5iC 1s… 5O g0oD… I… LiSten t0 1t a-a11 th3 TiMe…"

Both their eyes widened.

"Really!? I thought those were just rumors!" Mayday exclaimed.

"Yeah, that's… kind of surprising." Zuke added.

"I'M… gL4D… 5ome0ne'S b-Br1ngiNG R0ck Ba-a4aaCk. T-t-Th4Nk Y-y0uuu.."

He tried to smile with what was left of his face, his head sparked.

[ALERT: POWER STATUS_9%]

No! He wasn't done!

"I… 1 WiSh I c0uLd'v3 D0n3 mm-mm0rE t0 h-hel-hheee3Lp.."

Zuke's brows raised at that.

"You tried to help us?"

"Jeez, he's really beat up…" Zuke quietly said. A sympathetic look in his eye.

"Zuke, do you think you can fix him?" The guitarist, (who, if Zimelu remembered correctly from Zuke's words just before their fight, was named May) asked. Practically pleading.

"With the factory broken, they're down for the count until it's fixed! What if Neon J doesn't fix it, Zuke!?" May asked in panic.

Zimelu knew Neon J would get the factory working again eventually, but even so…

He looked at his broken brothers. It was one thing to be soldiers, but being thrown around and used as explosives and saws and thrown away like fireworks.. Zimelu's fans activated suddenly, but just as quickly sputtered out with a *bang* as they broke. He let out a pained grunt. He couldn't cool himself down now.

Too distracted to notice Zuke approaching him, he looked back to see Zuke kneeling beside him, he flinched, startled. The action caused him to spark again with a robotic hiss of pain.

He felt a soft hand rub his back. He tried to see, but the hand pushed him down.

"Stay still man, I'm checking." Said the calming voice of Zuke.

He felt Zuke gently poke and prod at his body, inspecting it carefully.

"Hmm.. I think I can do something. It won't be perfect, but it should help-"

"Really!? You'll do it?" May squealed ecstatically.

Zuke sighed.

"I'll try-"

But he was cut off by May hugging him tightly and swinging him off the ground, repeatedly shouting "thank you".

Zimelu lit up at the news.

"Th4Nk y0uuuu…" Zimelu slurred.

Zuke hushed him. "Try to preserve your energy as much as you can. How much power do you have left?"

".... 7%"

"Alright, we gotta act fast. Try to conserve what you've got, okay?"

"0oOk4y…"

To preserve his power, he entered sleep mode, he had to trust the rockers...

…

Zimelu woke up on a blue work table, in an unfamiliar room. He felt something on his head, and he heard music slowly blinking, still low on energy, he slowly took in his surroundings.

Clearly it was a workshop of sorts, but not one he'd been in before. But it didn't take long to figure out who it belonged to.

To his right, he saw Zuke, his back turned to him while he rummaged through a tool box. When he gathered whatever it was he was searching for, he turned around and faced Zimelu.

The two made eye contact.

Zuke approached him, and pulled something off of Zimelu's head. The music in his ears disappeared.

Oh, headphones. He must have realized that Zimelu could be recharged through hearing music. Smart.

Zuke was the first to speak.

"How are you feeling so far?" He asked, his tone gentle but somewhat unreadable. He stood over Zimelu, and the bot felt a familiar soft hand on his chest.

Zimelu ran an internal diagnostic, he was still damaged, but not nearly as bad. He could feel most of his most vital chest components working again, and his legs were somewhat reconnected, but he could tell they weren't ready for use yet.

His face paneling was still broken, and his shattered eye had been removed entirely and replaced. The replacement eye couldn't see colors, but other than that it functioned fine.

"I'm… okay. Better than before, at least."

"That's good."

"Yeah."

An awkward lull hung over them.

Zuke rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hey, uh.." He began.

Zimelu gazed at him curiously.

"What's your name?"

"Zimelu. And you're Zuke, right?"

Zuke blinked.

"Yeah."

Another awkward pause.

"So, um… I have some questions about your body, and, uh, whatnot.. It'd really help me fix more if you, uh, explain some of it to me.. Cool?"

Zimelu nodded. He had the urge to make a lewd joke about Zuke being "interested in his body", but he managed to hold it back.

"Sure, ask away."

"Okay, where to start… hmm." Zuke tapped his chin.

"I noticed what appeared to be crushed up food in your abdominal area. Were you aware of that?"

Zimelu's cheeks brightened a bit in embarrassment. "Oh. Yeah. Da- Captain," he corrected himself at the last second, "He gave us artificial stomachs and other stuff so we could eat if we wanted. We don't have to, but it's fun. I tried out pizza the other day. Heheh." He chuckled awkwardly.

"Oh, gotcha," Zuke hummed thoughtfully and tapped his chin again.

Then, to Zimelu's surprise, Zuke's hands reached into his animatronic abdomen. He could feel Zuke's fingers as they gripped, moved, and poked around his insides. He bit down a jolted reaction. He supposed this was why Neon J alway shut them down when doing repairs on their bodies. He could hardly describe how weird it was to feel someone's hands grabbing at his insides.

"That's… gonna be hard to replace. Zuke noted, poking something a bit tender, which caused Zimelu to yelp.

Zuke put one hand on his shoulder to offer some comfort. "Are you okay?" He asked wide-eyed.

The android nodded, squirming uncomfortably.

"Y-yeah…" Zimelu's voice trembled as it strained awkwardly.

Zuke looked at Zimelu's open body before responding, gently removing a flexible broken fragment from his abdomen.

"I'm guessing this is what's left of your artificial stomach… It looks like it ruptured. That explains why it was so hard to clean up everything in here..." Zuke murmured the last bit, but Zimelu still heard it.

"I think Neon J's gonna have to replace that, I don't think I can fix it. Sorry. I cleaned it at least." Zuke shrugged.

"Oh, that's fine. I don't really need it anyway."

They spent a good chunk of time doing that. Zuke asking questions, inspecting Zimelu's parts, and repairing what he could.

Eventually, Zuke had a more substantial inquiry.

"Hey Zimelu?"

"Yeah?"

Zuke's hand returned to resting on Zimelu's chest. The bot hoped it would stay there. The soft gentle touch of Zuke's palm and fingers brought him a sort of comfort. He had to resist the urge to hold Zuke's hand there.

"I noticed something off while I was inspecting you."

Zimelu raised a brow curiously, which queued Zuke's explanation.

"You have specialized biotactical defenses. Your shield, obviously, but you also have similar defensive functions laced throughout your whole body..." Zuke patted Zimelu's chart for emphasis.

Zimelu's fans whirred. "That doesn't sound a lot like a question," he joked. Why did he feel so nervous suddenly?

"I'm getting to that," Zuke huffed and gently grabbed Zimelu's hand. "I just noticed that your usage history is tracked on this meter inside your wrist."

Zimelu would've gulped nervously, if his artificial stomach hadn't ruptured and disconnected from his esophagus. Did Zuke figure him out?

He hid his panic with a flirty attitude.

"Oh? And why's that interesting?"

Zuke blinked in confusion, put off by Zimelu's tone. "Uh.."

Zimelu internally cringed. The hell was that!?

Zuke cleared his throat.

"W-well, uh, the stats show a recommended minimum defense level, and your history shows that you've been… below that minimum… like, WAY below it. For a while."

Shit.

"Is there… a reason you did that to yourself?"

Zimelu sighed.

"I wanted to help you guys, but I couldn't abandon my brothers.."

Zuke's breath snagged in his throat. He could help but physically flinch at that.

"I didn't know what else to do. What else could I do?" Zimelu concluded.

"Yeah.." Zuke breathed.

Silence draped over them.

Zimelu gave into his earlier temptation, and placed his hand on top of Zuke's hand (which was still resting on his chest).

"Thank you, for rebuilding me. And for giving me a chance. I know you're not... our biggest fan, to say the least." Zimelu's lights dimmed. He didn't want to admit how much it stung to know that a member of one of his favorite bands didn't like him.

"Yeah. And, uh… thank you. You sacrificed a lot for us." Zuke's face took on a blue tinge.

Another pause.

"For the record. I don't hate you. Or the rest of 1010, for that matter. I'm not a diehard fan like Mayday is, obviously but… I never hated you guys."

Now it was Zimelu's turn to blink in confusion.

"Huh?"

He stared at Zuke in disbelief, but the man's expression was earnest. Zimelu realized this was the first time he got to see the man so closely.

Zuke had such a relaxing atmosphere, despite their battle before, he felt safe being around him. Throughout this whole exchange, Zuke had been nothing but gentle. He took great care of Zimelu's health.

Zimelu took the opportunity to really look at him.

Zuke, to put it bluntly, was beautiful.

Zimelu felt particularly drawn to his ruby red eyes. Most of the time, he learned, people viewed red eyes as intimidating. Or sinister even. Hell, it was why Neon J made him red- to make him really fit the "bad boy" design for him. But Zuke's eyes.. Sure they were red, but they were so welcoming. They were warm, like a cozy fireplace.

Zuke's hair was also nice, a beautiful blue, that trailed down his head to form sideburns.

Zuke's outfit was an enigma to him. Patterned pants, slip-on shoes, only one glove, a suit jacket, a simple necklace, and a green shirt that had a low cut shaped like a power button.

Zimelu's eyes trailed to Zuke's chest, which he just realized was more exposed than he thought. That was kind of surprising. Zuke never seemed like the type to rock the boob window, even if it was a small one. Yet this was the outfit he wore most, Zimelu just hadn't noticed it before.

"Uh… Zimelu? You good man?"

Zimelu snapped to attention, his cheeks glowed. Shit, how long had he been staring? Damn it, he had to pull himself together!

"Were you... staring at my chest just now?" Zuke questioned, his face turned a tinge of blue, and he instinctively gripped his shirt at the gap, subsequently holding it closed.

Zimelu smoothed his hand through his Mohawk with a sly smile. "Well, it is a nice view~"

Zuke did a double take. "Are you sure you're not confusing me with Mayday? I thought you guys were drawn to her, or just- women in general."

Zimelu wiggled his eyebrows with a teasing grin on his face. "Well, as long as I'm single, I might as well scout my options~"

Zuke blinked. Wide eyed like a deer in the headlights. But before he could voice anything, Zimelu's hand was placed under his chin, metal fingers gently caressing his jawline.

Zimelu kept smiling. "Though I gotta say, you're hard to rule out. If you're up for it, I'm right here baby~" he purred the last word.

Zuke was silent. Face unreadable. It actually made Zimelu nervous. Then, Zuke chuckled. He buried his face in his hand to muffle the sound.

"I can't believe you just did that." He snickered, then let out a sigh Zimelu could only describe as... relieved? That had him confused. Surely he was misinterpreting Zuke's tone.

Zimelu watched intently as Zuke shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, all while keeping his eyes closed.

"Hah… As if you'd be interested in me of all people." He chuckled.

Zimelu's internal fans halted in shock. His chest ached with a feeling he hadn't felt for most people.

Nope. He wasn't having that.

Abruptly he sat up on the work table, ignoring his still open abdomen, and turned to face Zuke head-on.

He gripped the sides of Zuke's face, forcing him to make eye contact.

"Zuke. I might tease about a lot of things, but this is not one of them."

Zuke was silent and wide-eyed, his face bluer than Ellie's scales.

"Let me prove it to you."

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