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V had been told, warned, and repeatedly informed about the consequences of her decision. Many expressed their concerns, explaining why it wasn’t in her best interest to go through with it—Uzi did, N insisted that it wasn’t worth it, Lizzy wished her good luck, and others warned her about what might happen if she got attached to that drone and made her her girlfriend. They told her how much she would suffer the day it all crumbled due to her lover’s incompetence.
They didn’t understand. How did V fall head over heels for such a bossy, arrogant, grumpy, workaholic, and bitter woman? What did she see in her? Sure, she was beautiful—no one could deny that—but her personality certainly wasn’t.
Robo-God knows they tried, but in the end, every effort to make Serial Designation V stop being so in love with Serial Designation J was utterly futile.
The leader of the Disassembly Drones was a whole case. Everyone could agree that her pride was so immense that she would rather inject a deadly virus into her own system than even talk about her feelings. Some drones still feared her (N included) and even claimed that she probably didn’t have feelings at all. The words "love" and "J" simply didn’t belong in the same sentence. Seeing her in love? Loving someone other than her own reflection in the mirror? Not even in the wildest fever dream.
V, however, disagreed.
When she looked at J that way, she had never wanted anything more in her life than to be hers.
Winning her over was difficult—she couldn’t deny that. Wooing her was even harder. More than once, J was about to launch her missiles. V’s dignity went down the drain the day she decided to tell her the same sweet words she heard N say to Uzi, only to be met with a blush on a stunned face that practically screamed, "Are you fucking serious?"
V spent days taking the first step, bringing all kinds of gifts and cheesy gestures to her beloved, only to receive polite yet distant thank-yous and a very bewildered platinum-haired drone in return. She constantly sat beside her in class, looked at her with eyes that begged for attention, and even dared to brush their hands together in a silent plea for connection.
J had always hated being bothered… but her love-struck brain refused to be annoyed—not with her.
For a moment, J started questioning why it bothered her so much to call V her friend.
At first, J greeted her with an indifferent, "Oh, it’s you, V." But by the time they were both deeply in love, it had changed into a softer, "Oh… it’s you, V."
Suddenly, J was leaning her head against V’s in a lazy attempt at a hug. Suddenly, their pinkies and tails intertwined beneath the desks. Suddenly, yellow blush spread across her visor like an airbrush. She even stopped typing on her battered computer or paying attention to that teacher—too busy admiring how beautiful V was… but J never stopped being the grumpy drone everyone knew.
To V, J was like a rose—truly beautiful but prickly to any form of affection, hence the thorns to protect herself.
Until the day V gathered her courage, swallowed her fears, and took her hand.
"J… do you want to be my girlfriend?"
The platinum-haired drone trembled anxiously as J remained silent. The leader, instead, blushed, turning her gaze away, as if her answer determined the fate of Copper 9… or perhaps as if the course of her entire life depended on saying yes or no.
The answer was a yes.
"Hey, bestie."
"Oh, hey. What’s up, Lizzy?"
Classes had ended that day—well, technically, there were thirty minutes left, but since the teacher was just as tired as his students, he dismissed them early to continue the next day. Everyone was leaving, and now V stood alone, reading a crumpled piece of paper with a message in handwriting she recognized. That was when her best friend appeared among the crowd of departing students, flanked by two other girls.
"So, Stacey, Kami, and I are going dancing tonight, and we’ve got room for one more girl, so I wanted to ask if you wanna join us," the blonde drone said in a preppy tone, holding her phone in her right hand. "It’s gonna be super fun, and we’ll have time to make fun of those dumb basketball team guys."
V, however, didn’t look interested.
"I appreciate you wanting to include me in your weekend plans, Lizzy. But I won’t be able to go—I have a date," the former assassin explained, shaking her head.
"What? You’re not coming? Girl, you’re always chasing after that grumpy hag," Lizzy said, irritated. V didn’t need to clarify what kind of “date” it was—Lizzy already knew and was far from pleased.
"Hey, don’t say that about J," V retorted, frowning and crossing her arms.
"Are you seriously gonna deny she is? Sorry to break the news but out of everyone here, you’re the one who knows it best," the blonde drone countered, leaning forward with an irritated expression, one hand resting on her hip.
V, however, placed a hand on Lizzy’s shoulder and, with a gentle smile, spoke.
"Maybe another day, okay? Those sport dudes aren’t going anywhere."
And with that, she walked away, ignoring Lizzy’s friend muttering, "Told you she wouldn’t come."
She remained lying on the hard pavement, covering her visor with her emblematic JcJenson cap. One of her legs rested over the other, moving up and down idly. Her head was still on those wooden planks covered by a white blanket, seemingly inside what looked like half of a truck container. Her two silver pigtails swayed gently in the evening breeze as she took what would be her fifth can of oil that day.
The sky of Copper 9, once a mixture of blues and purples, had now shifted into hues of magenta and red. Right in the center of her vision, a window popped up, warning her of the sun’s imminent arrival.
Everything was going according to plan. She just hoped that the sunrise wouldn’t scare her beloved.
"Hey, boss."
She recognized that voice instantly. Lifting her gaze to her left, she saw her girlfriend land gracefully on the ground, retracting her wings. V brushed her hair back with one hand and leaned toward her.
"Everything okay?" V asked, making an amused face.
"I was already expecting you," J confirmed with a serious yet somewhat calm tone.
"You picked a really complicated spot," V commented, holding a crumpled piece of paper between her long claws. "My GPS kept giving me different routes. I’m pretty sure I traveled all over Copper 9 without even realizing it."
"The day you actually want to leave this place, at least give me a heads-up, okay?" J slowly got up, resting her weight on her legs.
"First of all, why would I want to leave? And second, why do you care if I do?" the short-haired disassembly drone asked, crossing her arms.
"Because I’m not leaving either, and I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you."
Oh... Robo-God.
One of V’s eyes disappeared, replaced by a flashing warning triangle with a message below indicating dangerously high serotonin levels. Her jaw hung open loosely.
With all the time she had spent with J, she had learned to expect either a sarcastic remark or some kind of insult disguised as a response. That was typical of the pigtail-wearing leader… but not this. Never this.
"She loves me… She really loves me… I knew it!" V thought in pure excitement, unconsciously clenching her fists. "She loves me and would go anywhere just so we could be happy together!"
Back in reality, J grew tired of waiting for her girlfriend to recover, so she swung her tail at her, hitting her side and snapping her out of her trance.
"Everything okay?" the silver-haired leader asked, mimicking her earlier expression.
"...No, no… nothing, it's fine…" V muttered after shaking her head and fixing her hair.
Her yellow eyes focused on J, who was shifting slightly in the “nest” she had built just for the two of them. She smiled to herself, giving small pats on the empty space beside her. She had done all this just for them.
V shrugged, and on her visor, a fuzzy yellow glow grew larger. Her core pounded hard, her tail stiffened like a stake through the heart, and a faint "boing" sound escaped.
"Oh, of course," she accepted.
And with that, the girl approached her beloved cautiously, watching as J let herself fall back into her previous position. V descended with her usual elegance, giving J the chance to pull her into a gentle embrace. V felt her circuits short-circuit when she felt J’s hand rest on her waist.
"Much better…" J murmured, resting her head between her girlfriend’s silver locks, now intertwining her fingers with a few strands. "In this corporation, we all need a break."
"Especially leaders like you, huh?" V teased, brushing her thumb along the corner of J’s mouth, a silent request for affection.
"Especially leaders like me," J confirmed, raising her free index finger into the air with pride.
They remained in each other’s arms, metal cheeks pressed together, their tails now curled between their legs. As they watched the crimson sky and the tiny snowflakes falling on them like a gentle garden shower, V’s gaze drifted to J’s pigtails. She began to play with the tips of them, twirling one between her fingers like a kitten playing with a toy mouse, giggling softly.
J simply kept her usual rough expression, frowning slightly. She found it annoying… but… it was V. Her V, after all.
"You did all this by yourself…" V murmured, glancing around.
"Yeah, I did," J responded dryly, mesmerized by the view but still absentmindedly running her fingers over V’s back.
J didn’t realize V was staring at her, grinning dreamily. For some reason, pulling away felt impossible. Her beauty was just that mesmerizing.
"You did all this… just for us…" V repeated, touched.
"I don’t like people seeing me. You know that," the leader clarified, turning her gaze away.
"Are you embarrassed to be seen in love?" the short-haired drone teased, still smirking. "Embarrassed that someone might hear you calling me babe?"
J let out a small growl.
"You’re… so dumb," J muttered. That was probably the softest insult in her vocabulary.
"But you promised you’d love this dumbass even in death, didn’t you?" V teased, lifting herself up and hanging onto J’s neck, sticking out her dark tongue playfully.
The silver-haired drone made an irritated face in response, but her hands settled delicately on V's butt, keeping her in place.
"Yeah, I did…" she finally admitted, grumbling.
V smirked again, blowing a raspberry at her.
"Spending too much time with N and Uzi is messing you up. Their idiocies are getting to you," J grumbled, looking away… but still not pushing her off. Her hands still held her there, even sliding up to her waist, as if, despite all her gruffness, she wanted to keep her close.
"Sorry to break it to you, J darling, but I’d rather be like those two lovebirds than dedicate my entire life to JcJenson," V declared proudly, nuzzling her face against J’s.
"Ugh…" the silver-haired leader huffed, averting her gaze.
"What?" V laughed.
"Nothing, it's just that... do you remember the plants the bosses had on Earth?"
"You mean flowers?"
"Yeah, those. I was thinking about it, and I came to the conclusion that if you were a flower, you'd be a sunflower—full of energy, vitality, and really positive... well, maybe too positive," J admitted.
"Aaaaw..." V smiled affectionately, a soft yellow flickering on her visor. Without warning, she launched herself at her girlfriend, pressing a kiss to her temple.
J reacted mortified, grimacing at the show of affection, frozen in place.
"That's really sweet, babe..." V grinned. "In that case, if you were a flower, I think you'd be a rose. Passionate and full of love."
"Aren't those the ones with thorns to keep others from touching them?" J frowned sarcastically. "What's so romantic about that?"
"Because you're just like one. You're covered in thorns to protect yourself, but if other drones take the time to really know who Serial Designation J truly is, they'll see there's no drone more beautiful and lovable than you."
There it was—the final blow, V tearing J apart and making her spill her heart right in front of her, melting her down into a puddle on the floor.
At that moment, though, J’s eyes turned back to the reddish sky, watching as it slowly shifted into a vivid mix of orange and yellow, and a massive, glowing sphere began to rise among the ruins and abandoned buildings. Both disassembly drones heard their own alarms go off, the text flashing to warn them about the sunrise. V turned around, visibly startled, trying to get up and flee, but J just held her hand, keeping her right there.
"This is what I wanted to show you. We always run from it because it can kill us, but here, we'll be safe. I promise," J said, her voice carrying a rare gentleness, one that only ever surfaced when she was with her beloved.
Once she explained, J lifted her arm toward nothing in particular, pointing her index finger into the air. V obeyed, following her gesture. Within seconds, the sun began to rise, bringing with it its bright, deadly light, radiating stronger than any other star they had ever known. The world, once drenched in shadows and snow covering all of Copper 9, had turned to crystal, glowing as the light passed through. The sun would soon be above them, but the roof of the container they were in cast just enough shadow to shield them.
V's eyes turned into thin ovals, utterly mesmerized by the sight. *Had she been missing out on this every time she ran for her life?* J, on the other hand, stayed by her side, still holding her hand.
"...Extraordinary..." V murmured in awe, the golden light reflecting on her visor.
"I know, right? I figured out a way for us to see it without getting roasted alive. Things like this deserve to be seen together," J said, resting her hand over her girlfriend’s, giving it a gentle squeeze.
V jolted slightly, then turned to look at the trio's former leader. She said nothing—or maybe she simply couldn't—when J reached out, brushing a few platinum strands away from her face.
"You know something, babe?... I've been thinking about it a lot," J said suddenly, still not letting go of her special companion.
"What...?"
"You've been such a good girlfriend, and you've been so sweet that I think... I'm going to grant you a request," J sang playfully, her index finger tracing the air to emphasize "one" before landing it right on V's chest, dragging it along teasingly.
"Really?"
"Mhm..." J nodded, keeping that confident, dominant tone. "Whatever you ask for, I'll give it to you..."
V bit her finger anxiously, but that silly smile refused to leave her face. Her blush deepened, and even one of her legs lifted slightly. She had to be smart about this—savor the moment while it lasted. What could she possibly ask for that was more perfect than this scenario?
Then, a spark lit up in her mind, leading to a perfect idea.
"Can I kiss you...?" It came out wrapped in shyness.
J blinked, surprised.
"What...?"
"Can i kiss you... please..."
J traced her finger along V’s jawline as if hesitating, making V sweat and sending her core hammering against her metal ribs. Then, suddenly, a soft laugh escaped her, and with both hands, she cupped V’s cheeks, tilting her face so their eyes met.
"Of course..."
And with that, the distance between them disappeared. Their eyes shut as J’s mouth met V’s, melting together in a slow, tender kiss. At that moment, V felt like she had died and ascended straight to heaven. She collapsed against her girlfriend, who kept pressing her metallic lips against hers in such a gentle yet passionate way… or maybe it was just the warmth of their love radiating between them. It didn’t really matter—what mattered was that it felt right.
V pulled away for barely a second, just to meet her girlfriend’s gaze, only to dive right back in, their lips moving together in a soft, synchronized dance. Her hands rested on J’s chest, while the ponytailed leader’s fingers slid to the back of her neck, pulling her as close as possible.
A thin string of saliva was the only thing connecting them when they finally parted, both entirely flushed, their cores racing as they smiled like fools, drowning in serotonin. They panted softly, lying back against the snow-covered rubble.
"Can I touch your cheek?" V asked with a sheepish blush.
"I said you only had one request," J reminded her with an infatuated smirk.
"O-oh, right… sorry," V muttered, looking down and tucking some platinum strands behind her own ear.
But after a few seconds, J shrugged, took her girlfriend’s hand, and without hesitation, guided it to her cheek.
"Ugh... happy?" J grumbled, her pride clearly bruised.
"...quite a lot," V sighed dreamily, caressing her softly.
"I-I'm only letting you do this for you, not because I want to or anything," J huffed, her visor scrunching up—though the deep blush betrayed her completely.
"Whatever you say, boss~" V teased.
"Hmmm, sleep well, Uzi..." N murmured, snuggling up beside the purple-haired girl under the blanket on that old mattress inside the ship. He leaned in once more, pressing a kiss to her head. "I love you so much..."
"I love you too, N. Goodnight..." Uzi replied through a yawn, instantly entering sleep mode.
"Goodnight, girls!" N called out, looking up at the ship’s ceiling, where both girlfriends were hanging upside down like bats.
"Goodnight, loser," J grumbled, only to be immediately silenced when V tilted her head toward her, rubbing their cheeks together.
"Goodnight, my grumpy rose," V whispered sweetly, then kissed J’s cheek before drifting off.
J, who had first reacted with irritation, soon let it melt into a small smile. She then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to V’s head.
"Goodnight, babe… I… I love you too..."
And with that, she finally fell asleep as well.