Nier: Automata Oneshots

B[L]ack R[OSE]s

"2B, 2B look what I found!"

2B stopped what she was doing to turn towards the young android, a flower or two in hand.

She raises an eyebrow before continuing attending back to her business, ignoring the young Android's hype for such a trivial thing.

Though, he didn't give up as he made way in front of her, a grin ear to ear visible.

"2B, come on. Look, isn't it gorgeous?"

Again, she shrugged the matter off and brushed beside 9S, making her way down the forest grounds.

However, 9S still didn't give up as he followed her from behind, "2B.. Ma'am, ma'am, I'm talking to you.."

"9S..." She turns to the small android, one hand on hip while the other dangles loose. "Must I remind you that we are on a mission?"

9S stared, confused beyond repair.

"We are on a mission," She again said. "We are not here to collect flowers."

As 2B said that, she began to walk away in the opposite direction once more, leaving 9S about with his feelings.

"Yeah, I know. But I just wanted you to see it..."

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With the soft breeze and clouded skies, the lands seemed to have gotten darker in only a matter of days.

The chilled breeze on the lonely planet seemed to have been freezing if ones skin were to be sensitive.

Though the lands seemed to have gotten much colder, somehow the flowers seemed to still blossom and bloom in the most enchanting way.

With colors yellow to blue, somehow it seemed as if the small steeds had sucked the colorful sky and placed upon their own beauty.

Flowers. Now knowing each kind had their only special emotion, love, sadness, happiness and so on.

Nonetheless, they each shared various emotion and feeling, was that why all humanity had held them dear? Picking only the beautiful ones whilst leaving the plain ones dry?

9S never really put much thought into it. If only he'd known sooner what Flowers had in short, what deep meaning they kept origin, perchance he could have told her.

Told her that flowers held such special offers for anyone anywhere.

But now.. In present time, what kind of flower should one give of departure?

That was quite obvious...

As the breeze began to blow much heavier,

9S stood alone near the tower only sights ahead, with black flowers in hand.

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