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Blade of the Slayer

Chapter 6: Tokyo Kid, part 2

I am one of three assassinating androids designed to kill deadly creatures called dragonoids. Call me Clara. I was designed to be twice as strong and twice as smart as the average human. I was programmed with the grace of a butterfly and the sting of a bee. I was declared the best machine ever created with state of the art technology and computer science.

Until the second android entered stage right.

His name was Tokyo, an Asian themed android built with the strength of a samurai and the speed of a ninja. He even had those silly ninja stars! Twice he'd proven I'm an idiot. Twice he'd made a mockery of my cause. Twice he'd insulted my design.

He would not earn a third chance.

***

"Why is he doing this?" I moaned as the old man Magus sealed my stab wound with an ultraviolet light.

"He's trying to prove something." Magus explained, gently pressing my skin together with his fingers. "I'll try to find out what."

"What? How?"

"I have an x-ray camera. You take Tokyo on in a fight. As he fights, I'll see how he was built and I'll try to find a weakness. Okay?"

"Okay." I smiled. "Good idea. Call it out the second you see it."

"I will." He agreed. Then, his habit of changing the subject kicked in. "You're very lucky today. You suffered minor damage."

"My sensory system didn't think so." I groaned.

"Trust me." The old man patted my arm. "It's not bad at all. A dent at most."

***

I changed into a baby-tee and strapless bra to replace my shredded clothes. I hung my trench coat on the coat hanger. I neglected to wear any shoes or socks. I had to be fast and agile if I wanted any chance to beat Tokyo in a fight.

"He's probably trained in martial arts." Magus warned.

"I saw a lot of martial arts movies in my fake memories." I confidently explained as I stretched a bit. "Plus, I play lots of Final Fantasy, and I know what to expect from ninjas."

"This is not the movies, or a video game," Magus scolded, "this is a real fight that you aren't prepared for. I worry about you, Clara, Tokyo may have the intention to kill you."

"Get that camera ready." I said, picking up my sword. I wasn't wearing my belt and shieth to lose dead weight. "I'll hold out as long as I can until you find a weakness, then I'll hit 'em where it hurts."

"And if I don't find a weakness?" the old man inquiered harshly.

I froze. I hadn't thought of that.

"Everyone has a weakness." I offered some explanation. I hated the old man then. I hated him for making me nervous before a big battle.

***

Tokyo was on the front lot, standing there, waiting for me. He stood with his feet and legs together, arms level and hands holding the sword to the ground, head bent, eyes closed. A fairly light gust of wind brushed the land, and it rippled through his long black hair and at the stray folds of his waist sash. He didn't move at all. He was as still and silent as the moon.

The lot in front of the base wasn't really a front yard. The mansion was abandoned three years ago after a large earthquake almost ripped it apart. All the plants that grew in the front yard died from lack of care, including the lawn. It became gray and hard until it was practically rock. The large house just sat by the beach of Emerald Bay, dead and gray, unnoticed by all except Ayla and Magus who made it their home and base of operations.

Ayla was on the front porch, wrapping white bandages around her forearm. Thanks to someone up there who loves her, she suffered minor injuries in her skirmish against Tokyo. Although she wasn't hurt, she was muttering something angrily as I walked past her and down the steps to the lot.

Walking across dirt that might as well be powder, I made my way across the lot until I was directly across from Tokyo. He didn't move. He probably didn't notice me. Holding my sword tightly, I walked up to him. He still didn't move. Growing a little impatient, I charged for him and swung my sword when I came in range.

Suddenly, his sword curved upward and clashed with mine. We were caught in a blade lock, and our arms shook from our struggle for strength. I noticed that he was holding his sword with one hand, and using the other arm to balance himself. I was using two hands on my sword, so I assumed advantage over my opponent and shoved hard. Suddenly, he used his free hand to punch me in the mouth. I stumbled over backwards, breaking out of the lock, and missing his swinging sword by inches. I fell on my back, but I rolled over on my shoulders and neck until I was crouching on my hands and knees. I grabbed my sword and rushed at him. Our swords clashed and he kicked me in the stomach. Enduring it, I lunged foreword, swinging my sword. I swiped off the shirt of his outfit. I trotted some feet away for breathing space, and held my sword before me defensively. Tokyo glared at me as a line of blood appeared on his chest.

"Why didn't you cut my head off?" he reprimanded harshly. "I gave you the chance."

"You did what?!" I blinked in shock.

"How dare you call yourself a Kid Series model!" Tokyo snapped. "You're too human to be an android!"

"Look who's talking!" I snapped back, pointing at his chest. "I don't have an ounce of blood in my body!"

"He's bleeding?" Ayla stood in surprise. The old man had joined her on the porch. Tokyo's back was to them, so they couldn't see his chest. The old man was looking through a video camera, and waving it up and down Tokyo and me from his safe distance. My fellow android didn't look at the spectators behind him.

"It's not blood." He explained to me. "It's tinted motor oil. It helps pinpoint psychical injuries like blood does. Loss of the oil won't affect my performance."

"Old man!" I screamed at the porch. "You have a lot of questions to answer when this is over! You hear me?!"

"Hoo boy." Ayla bit her lip. "Here we go again."

"I didn't make him." Magus called back. "Someone else did. And judging by the design of his skeletal structure, I may know who." So, he was looking through his x-ray camera. I crossed my fingers, hoping he'd find a weak spot.

"You failed to kill me…" Tokyo growled, reaching into his sash. "…so…" He threw something at me. "…I WILL KILL YOU!"

Something stabbed into my wrist, forcing my hand to drop my sword. I cried in pain, and accidentally let my guard down. Something else stabbed into my neck, and I fell over on my back. I craned my neck to see what he hit me with. I found, in my neck and right wrist, those damned ninja stars. I was very glad that I wasn't human; I would have been dead.

Ignoring the pain, I pushed myself up to a sit. Tokyo looked shocked. He thought he killed me.

"Not possible." He breathed. "There should be an emergency self-deactivate system in your neck!" I didn't know that. Either he missed his mark or I didn't have it. Acting out the latter of my thoughts, I took the star out of my neck and let it drop harmlessly to the ground.

"Sorry, 'Toki-boy.' "Ayla crowed happily. "I had it uninstalled while she was being built. If you truly are a Slayer, you'd know that the first thing a dragonoid attacks is the neck!" This time, Tokyo did look at her, and with wide, frightened eyes. Then, he spotted the old man's x-ray camera, and turned all the way around.

"What's that?" Tokyo asked suspiciously. I took advantage of his dropped guard. I grabbed my sword, silently charged, and stabbed him though the back. The blade of my sword punched right through him and out his stomach. Red oil dripped from his wounds and down the blade of my sword, and he spat some from his mouth. Ayla screamed in surprise, and Magus lifted the camera away from his face. He looked shocked to see me do that.

Tokyo fell, and I threw myself on top of his back. He was pinned, and coughing out a good deal of that red oil. He tried to get up, but I was too heavy for him to lift while he was weakened. He fell back to the ground with an exhausted grunt.

"I don't believe this…" he croaked, his lips and chin bloody red with that oil. "…I've never been at anyone's mercy before. I shouldn't have turned my back to you. I admit defeat. You are the better warrior. Go ahead and kill me."

I paused. Ayla gasped with her hands over her mouth. The old man gave Tokyo and unsure look. I stared at the back of Tokyo's head, trying to decide what to do with him.

After about five minutes, I decided.

"You're right about one thing." I began. "I'm too human to be an android. I can't bring myself to kill you."

"What?!" he snapped, then coughed. He didn't see that coming. "You won! Kill me, you idiot! I would have killed you if I won."

"Well you didn't win, so don't bitch." I snapped back. "Listen, we were both designed to fight and kill dragonoids, not each other. We should be battling them as a team. Whadaya say? Will you join me and the other Slayers and help beat the dragonoids?"

He shuddered under the weight of my body. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He expected himself to die. What was up with this guy? Didn't he have false memories like I did? Didn't he realize that you just can't die after you lost a fight? I was a little fascinated, and a bit grossed out. Who was this guy really?

After a very long time, I wager fifteen minutes, he answered my offer:

"Yes."

Next time on BOTS: Clara takes her new motorcycle, Juunanogou, for a test drive. However, she runs into unexpected trouble. Chapter Seven is "cruzin for a bruisin!" Catch the action in the next chapter of Blade of the Slayer!