Experiment Gone Wrong 2.0

Chapter 1

Ouma leaned against the doorway to Iruma's lab, an eyebrow raised. "So, what did you call me over for? Hurry up, I've got way better things to be doing right now." Ouma checked his nails in an attempt to look uninterested. It worked: the gesture made Iruma's blood boil.

"Just you wait, you little shit!" Iruma hissed, picking up one of her inventions off of her work table and holding it up like a gun. "I've had it with your fucking attitude!"

"Oh? Is the bitchlet going to shoot me? Well just get it over with, I'd love to see how things play out!" Ouma's eyes lit up as he grew more interested. "This'll be exciting." He smirked, egging Iruma on.

"That's it! Say buh-bye to your stupid lies!" Iruma aimed the invention at the boy and pulled the trigger.

There was a brilliant white light, and then everything went black.

• • •

Ouma sat up, groaning. He clutched his throbbing head with his left hand, his eyes shut against the pain. "Wh-Wha happen'd?" He asked, his voice groggy after being unconscious for Atua knows how long.

"Ouma-kun! You're awake!" A voice called out from somewhere behind him. Ouma struggled to remember whose voice it belonged to until they stepped into his line of sight.

"Ouma, does anywhere hurt? You fell down pretty hard on your head. Maybe you should let Tojo-san check it to make sure it's not serious." Bright blue eyes penetrated Ouma's bleary vision, and he had to blink a few times in order to see the robot clearly.

"Kiibo? What're you doing here, you metallic piece of junk?" Ouma's voice was teasing as he quickly got off the floor and dusted himself off, ignoring the stab of pain at the back of his head.

"Well, I was heading over to Iruma-san's lab to ask for a checkup; but when I came in, you were passed out on the floor and Iruma was panicking-"

"N-No I wasn't! Like I'd care for a tiny-dicked shithead!" Iruma cut Kiibo off, face red with...anger? Embarrassment? Whatever it was, Ouma wasn't too interested; his head was still hurting from the collapse.

"-because she was afraid she had killed you," Kiibo finished after Iruma's outburst. "But that aside, are you in any pain at all, Ouma?"

"Nuh-uh! I'm as fit as a fiddle!" Ouma lied quickly, bringing his hands behind his head as he usually did. Then he faked a gasp. "And woOoOow, Iruma-chan actually feeling worried for me? I feel so honoured! Nishishi~!"

"Did not, shithead!" Iruma huffed, arms crossed as she glared at the shorter boy.

"Eh, whatever. Aaaaaaanyways, I don't wanna disturb your little session with Kiibo soooooo I'll head out now! Make sure you keep it down, cum dumpster. Bye!" Ouma cackled as he ran out of the Ultimate Inventor's lab, giggling.

His head seared with pain again, so Ouma decided it was probably time to return to his room. He walked as quickly as he could back to his room without being seen as suspicious, before finally locking the door behind him. Sighing with relief, he collapsed onto his bed, grasping his head as pain shot through it every few minutes.