Robotic (Red x Reader) DBH AU

Argrument and Bar

   "I Hope you learned your lesson."
    
   Red is holding the steering wheel while driving, and you take an awkward stance in the passenger seat, peering out the window at the torrential rain. Before Red spoke, the only sound emanating from this vehicle was a bump and a hum. It had been a lengthy and uncomfortable silence.

    It was merely a mistake, a bloody mistake, you two made at Carlos' house; you and him criticised each other's attitude and skills, unaware that the deviant had escaped through the attic window and fallen on all fours on the muddy grass in the backyard.

   You made an effort to reassure him that it was acceptable for him and you to make a mistake because it was natural. Yet, Red disliked the thought.

   It was the first mistake you had made—a more unusual situation than spending a whole day at a desk. Is completely unfamiliar to you, yet it adds to your experiences as a cop and a detective.

   "Is a we not an I?" You corrected him, ignoring his side-eye cold gaze. "Don't implied to me that I learnt the lesson. We both are; it is natural to make mistakes."

   "Androinds don't make mistakes," Red sneers, gripping the steering wheel with more force as if he wants to break it. "We are programmed to be more superior than humans; we are perfect beings to surpass humanity. We are the advanced technologies."

   "That's bullshit." You look up to him and say, "You built like a human. Breathe like a human. Have senses like a human. A human built you, and it gave you life."

  You swore, and as soon as he snapped his head at you, the car abruptly halted, and your body struck the air vent. Red's body pivoted to face you, his knuckles at his sides aching to wrap around your throat and suffocate you, as his cold brown eyes gazed directly into your soul. Red's nostrils flared.

  Red finds it incomprehensible that you looked at him more like a human being than the annoying android he is. People detested Androids; they caused the unemployment of half of the human population, and they wished the creator of androins hadn't created them in the first place. Though you were more unique—a strange person at least—Red was despised by the individuals he deals with.

   The more he experienced true human emotions, the more he wanted to start over with a completely new model, one that felt nothing at all, but he retained it as if it'd be useful in the near future. He had previous models, all of which were dead-clouded in his CPU memory and passed down to him and their sentiments.

   However, he is well aware of the fact that some of the errors made by his earlier models were real, while the rest were foolish. But because his creator was disappointed in him and he felt... huminilated.

   Not humilated, that is. Perhaps it's a result of a malfunction that causes the box within him to rattle. Perhaps his feelings are being influenced by his previous models; who knows?

  Maybe... just maybe...  is you?

     He wants to get rid of you.

   As your pokemon rattles in its pokeball in your pocket, warning its priceless trainer of impending danger, you, on the other hand, give him the glare. You know you hit a chord with his behaviour, even though you don't know why. You know that modern technologies pose a risk, but you also know how to fight back.

   You may not know what his next move is but you're not holding back down whatever Red has in his mind.

    You don't perceive him as a threat at all; instead, you see life in him. Perhaps this is due to your prior experiences, which have made you more sympathetic towards people in general, even those who are constructed like androids like him.

   Your past bothers you, even though you don't recall it at all. You were traumatised, but you don't bring it up very often.

  Nevertheless, it made you the person who you are today.

  "They don't give me life," Red growls. "They gave me only a position. A human built me to give a position."

   You counter his icy gaze with your own, not missing the twitch of his fingers, knowing that no matter what he does, you'll fight back. "They gave you life and position. We live for a purpose, Red."

  "Purpose," he breathes, scroutching his nose like it was bad air. "It is for the weak."

  "Not all." You pat down your pokeball; it calms down, signalling you can handle this. "We humans may be weak, but we battle through hard life situations."

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"Just like that? He kicked you out of the car?" Blue shakes his head in dismay, pipping down his second glass of alcohol. "What an ass."

"I know," you said as you sat back on the plush couch and watched Leon's battleship ship on repeat on the vintage television that was hanging below the bar table. "Then I called you and dragged my feet here."

  Ludicolo placed your drink down at the table, and after telling Blue all that had transpired, you swirled the liqueur in the glass, losing all desire to drink.

  Blue huffs and sets down his empty glass. Taking yours, he chunked it one time, sensing you were too loose to want to drink. Then, his eyes slowly moved to a robotic Gardevoir, who was sitting next to its trainer, peacefully waiting to finish his meal.

   Blue's eye twitched in irrationation; the man had failed to notice the sign stating that robots were not permitted in the pub. Every single person inside detested man and modern technology; to them, pokemon—being living, breathing creatures—were priceless, but they were replaced by robotic ones.

   Certain Pokemon that were extinct years ago were brought back to life by scientists, although most people didn't like the idea. They prefer the past over the present.

  "So what are you going to do now?" Blue looks up to you.

   He repeated it, and you finally looked up. You are clouded in your mind at this moment and have failed to notice his voice: "I don't know. He's hard to handle, and he has some issues."

    "Why not report to Looker?" Blue suggested, "After all, you looked up to him like a father. Maybe he'll understands and disband your partnership with Red."

"I can't." You shake your head, waving your hand at the Ludicolo to shoo the Pokemon away, who have been still standing to await if you have another order. "You know who Looker is; he's the captain, and he knows what's best for me."

   "Bullshit!" Blue clears his cough, his chest raised in embarrassment when others look in the direction of his raised voice. "Try to convince him; he'll change his mind. I do it all the time, and the next thing I know, I'm out of his office."

   You gave a small snort, knowing full well that Blue Looker would never heed his advice and would ultimately be kicked out of Looker's office. You have known Blue for years, despite the fact that, aside from being a constant jerk, he is the most trustworthy person you have ever met. Blue asked you out on dates several times, but you consistently declined until he gave up and showed you respect.

   Even though you knew that part of Blue's advice would not work, you still decided to give it a shot.

   "I'll try," you smiled, Blue smirks showing his dimples. "Is what's for the best?"

   Blue hums in approval.

   "Why are you still here?" Blue shifts his gaze to look at Ludicolo. "Go back to your trainer. We have nothing to order."

  Ludicolo gave him a nasty growl.