Lovable N || N x Harem

Chapter 9

"How...how are you still alive?"

Uzi, J and V all stood staring at the dog-loving doofus who intruded on their tense moment. All was silent, till the squad leader had taken the initiative to break it in favour of asking a question that was at the forefront of her mind.

"I...I stabbed you with the virus...you shouldn't be able to move...you shouldn't be here," J stumbled with her words. It was almost horrifying to see N again. She had witnessed his deactivation firsthand, she had been the one who caused it, and yet here he was, back from the dead bearing no wounds, as if the two of them had never fought in the first place. A living ghost, standing in the same room as her.

How did he survive?

N shrugged, giving her a nervous chuckle. "Power of friendship?"

J's stare narrowed. V however, had a much different reaction. Her optics widened with an almost manic happiness, followed by the corner of her lips curling up into a wide smile. She practically threw herself at N, surging forward and circling around him, poking and prodding at his form in different angles, inspecting his body for damage.

"Oh thank god, you're ok!" she said, picking up N's hat and inspecting his silver mop of hair before plopping it back down. "J said you were dead and that you betrayed the company, and I got scared and—"

V began to trail off, muttering too fast for the normal human ear to comprehend. N blushed, chuckling lightly at the way she poked him, and at how...close the two were. He would've loved to just stand there and revel in the attention V was showering him with, but this neither the place nor the time.

J was still in shock, that he knew. He didn't blame her. He should be dead, but he somehow survived the virus deleting his systems. But she wouldn't stay like that for long. He could see how her hand slowly was exchanged for a pair of claws, tensing and flexing, preparing for her next move which certainly wouldn't be good, if that glare of hers was anything to go by.

Uzi was a bit more of a surprise. At first, she looked relieved, but that was quickly gone, replaced by a somewhat displeased look as V continued to get closer. She too was reaching for her weapon.

There was a flashing glint in the corner of N's visor. It was J, stepping forward, and slashing across his chest. He managed to step back just in time to avoid any damage, but his coat hadn't been as fortunate, sporting three long rips down the front. N frowned, tracing a finger over the damage. It was quite lucky he knew how to sew.

V was quick to take action, jumping in J's way before she could do anything further, and baring her teeth like a rabid dog about to go on the attack.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" she snarled.

"My job," was J's icy reply. "N has turned traitor, and by decree of company policy, must be terminated."

The psychotic angel that N had come to love turned her head to the drone in question, her gaze lost and confused. "What is she talking about, N?"

N flinched at the confused, disbelieving look on V's face. She didn't know about his change in allegiance, and he was almost scared to tell.

"Uhm, well, you see," N began, painstakingly trying to formulate a response to give to his long-time crush. "Funny thing is that I—"

"He left you idiots for me!" came a sudden shout.

All three disassembly drones swerved their heads to face the purple haired worker who had just gathered up the courage to finally speak. When the words had properly registered, V slowly craned her neck down to look directly into Uzi's eyes, her own glowing an ominous yellow.