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Chase and Heatwave stood outside, it was about three-fifteen LC, or at least around that time.
The school gates were probably going to open in a nano-klik or two, and Blades would come skipping out, just like normal.
They talked, somewhat in disagreement about what should be for dinner, but remaining calm about it, over starting an actual teasing argument with each other like when they were at home.
They each leaned on a circuit-tree, not too far from one another, Chase on his right side, while Heatwave leaned backward a little, propping a foot up on the bark.
They paid no mind when noise erupted suddenly. Release was always one of the noisiest times of their day, so they'd developed an ability to ignore all of it, as they kept talking.
However both perked up for some reason when there was a suddenly dip in noise, and felt something wrong on their bond with Blades.
Something very wrong.
They saw his class walk out of the gates -
- but they were all clearly shaken up, almost frightened, some even tearing up. They all varied in levels of distress, but none of them compared to what they were feeling from their bond.
After a minute they grew concerned, especially after hearing a minor struggle, seriously straightening up, with obvious concern.
It was a matter of mere nano-kliks before Blades practically flew out of those gates at them.
But this wasn't normal.
His tightly shut blue optics were waterfalls, and face was flushed, as he wailed, on the verge of being outright screaming, hard sobbing and hiccuping filling the deafening silence, while he spoke in sparkling language, crying for them.
They both straightened up and stepped forward, shifting from relaxed to overwhelmingly concerned, and had moved forward in a sharp attempt to meet him halfway.
He crashed into Heatwave's arms, and was quickly embraced warmly, lifted up to be held on his hip, as Chase quickly swarmed around them, and started to speak to Blades.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Blades, Blades, sweetspark, calm down, it's okay, it's okay, breathe, breathe, honey-"
"Blades, baby, it's okay, we're here, what's wrong, mechlet? Talk to us."
Blades just buried his face deep into his sire's neck cabling, and cried, while they tried to translate his wailed, sobbed, and hiccuped out words, that were neither comprehensible, nor coherent.
Chase took the seven year old in his own arms, and attempted, barely getting much better of a response.
"Sweetspark, you have to talk to us, or we won't know what's wrong, honey."
"We can't help if we don't know what's wrong, thus not how to help, either. Talk to us, baby."
Blades cried, and tried to bury himself in his carrier's hold and embrace.
After soothing him for a moment, they eventually managed to get something out of his wailing.
"Th-they- they said y-you-"
He broke into wailing again, emotion taking over.
"Hey, hey, sweetspark, what did they say?"
Blades merely kept hiccuping, and sobbing, completely wrecked with emotion.
"Th-that- y-you were-"
He was cut by another hiccup, and sobbed some more, and the pair looked at each other.
They'd heard rumors, and knew full well that people said things about them, but this was never a response they'd seen from Blades in all his short little life. Ever.
"That we were...?"
"Y-you're- you're go-gonna die!"
The pair both were taken aback, gasping sharply, and wretched with surprise and horror.
They attempted to console him to quieting a bit, and able to be gently carried in a more loose position, but easier to walk with him in.
After a klik, Heatwave noticed one of Blades helm fins was bent inward a bit.
"Blades, what happened to your fin? Why's it bent like that... and all..."
Heatwave was quiet for a moment, assessing the injury, while Chase glanced at it too, noticing immediately, before finishing his Conjux's sentence.
"...bruised..."
They were both quiet, looking at it.
"Blades, what happened, when- how, did that suddenly happen today."
Heatwave began to express his concern through anger and sternness, as he glanced around trying figure out if there was a potential threat from any of his classmates, potentially one of them having done it, since kids had tended to pick on him before, so if it hadn't stopped, they were going to have problems about that.
"Th-the guest presenter- sh-she kept- she kept hitting me with a ruler- I-I- I wasn't allowed to go anywhere-"
Chase gasped softly, but still sharply, anger quickly bubbling in him as well.
"I'm sorry, some passerby bitch, did what?"
"A-and- and she said you were gonna die!"
"Some raging bitch, hit you, legitimately injured you, and wouldn't even let you see a nurse. And said we were gonna die."
Heatwave had cocked a brow, but it didn't sound like he was asking, he was stating, more like.
Blades nodded from his carrier's neck cabling, and gave a small, weak, almost pathetic even, "Mhm."
"And whyst thine fuck does this bitch think she's got any place to say or do jack shit?"
"I-it's a thing against drugs- and- and-"
They were silent, and they glanced at each other, seriously seeing red now.
"Oooohhhhhohohohoho..."
"Lying piles of shit wanna say we're gonna die, and not even because of our line of work, huh?"
They looked back to Blades, and Chase went back to being sweet caring concerned carrier.
"Oh sweetie, it's okay, it's okay, we're not gonna die because of a couple of pills... Shh... shh..."
After a second Chase delicately spoke again.
"Where's Mintracer, baby?"
Blades sobbed, and hiccuped, before responding, somewhat wailing, but better than before.
"I-I don't know! I haven't seen him since the morning lesson- I wasn't allowed to leave the classroom even for that-"
~{And that's when I killed 'em, your honor.}~
Heatwave played an audio clip from a stand up comedy, on both his HUD, and over the bond with Chase, and by god it was true.
Looking around there was one particular femme, who already looked like an arrogant bag of shit, all the other parents were focused in on, and they honed in on it as well.
"Blades, honey, is that femme the one you're telling us about?"
Blades briefly looked and quickly buried his face back into Chase's neck cabling, nodding and giving a weak hum of confirmation again.
They glared at her, and looking around, it was almost a Lord of the Flies moment.
They approached, as Chase pinged Mintracer.
Heatwave went in quick, pulling her up by the collar, and forced her look at him.
"I'm sorry, why the fuck are you telling my son that me and my Conjux are going to die because we take prescription medications to keep ourselves psychologically stable, and overall healthy as a whole, when most likely you don't even know what the goddamn hell you're talking about, you sad pathetic little bitch, in fact I doubt you even got license, or degree, or anything, really, for child care, if this, is the shit you're dumping on kids; telling them that because their parents wanna stay healthy, and stable, they're gonna die, thus traumatizing the children making them doubt and fear rather than your intended goal, if that doesn't send them turning to drug abuse, you fucking moron. Just remember right now, we're gonna deal with this, and most likely you can kiss your job goodbye, from this little stint of yours, since my Conjux and myself will be pressing charges for this, through his adoptive father, who also happens to be our son's personal mentor, who you refused to allow him to go see, for his average lessons, and that's just the start. We also acknowledge that you hit our child as well, and refused to allow him to go see a nurse, for what? Because he was calling you out on your bullshit? If so, that's not a goddamn excuse, you sad sack of shit, hitting kids, because they have minds of their owns and can think for themselves? Yeah, that's most likely going to absolutely get you fired. Have a great ride on the highway to hell, since that's where we're going with this, and if it's not great, even better, we'll be glad to have made you suffer on the long way down."
Heatwave let go of her, and shoved her to the ground, before bending at the waist before her, and holding himself up, giving her the finger.
"Ta-ta, sweetie. We'll see you in court."
He promptly readjusted and walked back to Chase, where he still held Blades in his arms, now significantly calmed down, only quiet sobs coming from him.
"Come on Blades, let's head on in, to find Mintracer, and get you some medical attention. Hm?"
Blades slightly nodded, and kept held close to Chase. Chase shifted him a little, and walked alongside Heatwave.
The pair walked along, and proceeded to head to the nurse's office, and ping Mintracer over to them.
After a little while, Mintracer arrived, and they started speaking; quite obviously the mech was furious, and not really influenced too much by it being his second-creation.
The pair remained with their son.
They nodded to one another, agreeing.
While Blades was over anxious, and waiting for the lidocaine to properly go into effect, they started to speak to him, keep his mind off of it, and keep him busy for a minute or two while the medic worked at it.
"Is there anything in particular you want for dinner, sweetspark?"
Blades looked up, and noticed they were talking to him, before responding.
"Me?"
"Mhm. What'cha want for dinner, baby boy?"
Blades was quiet for a minute.
"If you want get to food out, and eat that, then we can do that."
Blades perked up, smiling a little, not noticing the medic go to work, upon clear observation that Blades couldn't feel a thing, and probably wouldn't, beside a little pressure here and there.
"There's that one place you've always seemed to really like. Or that new one you're really enjoying."
They tried to disregard that now as adults they had significantly wider food options, from so much ordering in while in high school, and significantly higher standards in quality than him, though it did bother them a little.
Blades had honestly, in adult perspective, very low standards, and little variety. But in retrospect, when they were seven, they probably did too, from their parents vision. Or at least Chase did.
It took a while to get Chase adjusted to quality control and having standards for his food, rather than eating shit because "it was better than nothing", through living in Iacon, and having Heatwave as his Amica.
Heatwave knew for a fact he had some standards as a seven vorn old. (Which resulted in many refusals to eat the dog shit his mother would get/make him and his sister. He knew quality control; that garbage wasn't it.)
He lived in the middle of Iacon his whole life, for crying out loud, that's the second best you can get, and Vos only topped because they're uptight, strict as fuck about quality control, wait time be damned. They knew what was up, so it was lit up there.
Just honestly too bad it was so difficult to get in for much of any reason, and so expensive, too.
Blades was happy, and chirped a little response to his creators.
"There's a new place in downtown, not far from the station! Can we try that?"
Heatwave and Chase were already dreading it, but nodded.
But looking at Blades, their dread dropped.
Blades was happy, and that was mattered to them. Why they'd suggested he choose to begin with. To make him happy.
To make their creation happy.
Their only creation.
It was to make him happy.
After the job was done, they thanked the medic, and went on their way.
They walked back out, and it really was a Lord of the Flies moment, and parents were ripping clear into the femme, furious about the entire ordeal, some were even kicking her, as she was sat on the ground, completely unable to do this.
Heatwave and Chase just chuckled to themselves.
"Hey now, we want our turn, spare us a piece, would ya? Try to go a little easier, we don't wanna have to clock back in, or call the squad, guys."
A good amount of them stopped and laughed, acknowledging that two Emergency Responders were entirely condoning this.
"Gonna sue?" One mech asked.
"You know it." Heatwave said, smirking.
"How bad ya think it'd fuck 'er up if we all go to small claims with this?" A femme asked.
"Probably real bad, don't get to it before we can do it though, we're goin' all in for this." Chase eagerly grinned, optics toning into orange, a little.
The crowd laughed, once they'd said their farewells, they went back to it, as Heatwave and Chase made the walk back to their apartment, while Heatwave held Blades close to his chassis.
"Y'know, I'm curious; you think we can just, give him an out the rest of the joor on the grounds of 'fuck red ribbon joor'? Think Mintracer'd take it?"
"I don't know, I'll see."
"Oh joy. I'm sure little bitlet's gonna need a break from that traumatic event anyway, don't you baby?"
Blades didn't respond, he just kept himself occupied with the sucker he'd gotten from the medic afterward, before they left.
Chase chuckled.
They walk wasn't long, so they arrived to their apartment quickly, and stepped in the door, happily breathing in the scent of home.
They set themselves on the couch, and relaxed for a little, turning on the TV, and simply being a family.
After a while they went and got dinner, before bringing it back, and helped Blades with his homework, while they had dinner.
~{Not too bad. What do you think?}~
~{Mmmm... it's good, but not something I'd frequent, you know?}~
~{Yeah, kinda feeling the same.}~
After finishing his homework, three of them curled up in the couple's room, on their bed, watching a show on a tablet they had.
Eventually Blades drifted off, and the pair silently chuckled to themselves, allowing him sleep with them that night, before they ended up falling asleep themselves, watching TV.
For now, all was well in the Akuma's little apartment. And that was all that mattered.