I gently placed the boy in his bed, glancing around his cluttered room. Clothes and papers lay scattered around, with a computer sitting in the midst. Most likely for Ren. I sat down on the edge of his bed and studied the boy's face. He had slightly feminine features, along with a sort of feminine build. His blue hair hung past his shoulders, growing slightly lighter as it went. I placed my hand to his forehead, then took off his jacket. The poor kid was burning up. I glanced around the room, thinking. Use my resources......
The boy's eyes fluttered open as I was leaning over him on one foot, the other balancing a plate filled with bottles and a rag. I was pulling the blanket down with one hand and holding a cold rag to his forehead with the other. He yelped and tried to move, but I pushed him back down.
"Don't move. I'm not done."
I pulled up his shirt and placed my hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeat. He panicked.
"Wh-what are you doing?! Who are you?! Get your hand out of my shirt!" He cried.
I shushed him.
"Quiet. I'm making sure you're okay. My name is Cy. I can't do that because I'm checking your heartbeat." I replied calmly.
He squirmed, and I sighed, pulling my hand out.
"I can't make sure your heart is beating properly if you don't calm down. So calm down."
"How do you expect me to calm down when I wake up to you sticking your hand up my shirt?!"
I sighed.
"Are you not going to get over that? I'm not a pervert."
I placed my hands on either side of his head, looking calmly down at him. His eyes were filled with a mix of fear and anger.
"Now get over yourself."
"What do you mean by THAT?!"
"Stop thinking I'm going to rape you. You don't meet my standards."
He opened his mouth to respond, but after a moment of silence, he shut it. I nodded.
"That's what I thought."
I stood back up, still balancing the plate on my foot. I turned and grabbed it, then placed it on his bedside table.
"By the way, I fixed Ren for you. He needed to reboot, and there was a blown circuit. He's better now. That was quite the fight in Rhyth- Rhyme."
I was turned away from him, but I could hear him tense up and shift nervously.
"You saw that? How?"
He didn't sound so angry anymore. I shrugged, fixing my black box.
"That's for me to know and you to find out."
"Wait. Were you my opponent?"
I laughed and shook my head.
"No. I would have beaten you in seconds if I was."
I heard him get up and walk over to me. I saw his shadow and knew he was looking over my shoulder.
"What is that?"
"This is my transportation between here and home, and it also helps me enter people's conscious."
I held it up, frowning at the half melted surface.
"What happened to it?"
I turned to him.
"Why don't you tell me, hm? I held it to your forehead while you were passed out and this happened. Not to mention it gave me a splitting headache for about 20 seconds."
