Guess who?
Tittle: The prince and the deviant
Word count:499
Pairings: Cell/16
Rating:G
Stipulation: must have cell?
Guess whose back people, at a request of a certain someone I thought I would throw up a entry, enjoy.
Cell stood in the middle of the battlefield, his smirk constant and playful upon his lips amidst the uplifted dust, and recent remains of the desolated android he just only destroyed. The ruthless overconfident self proclaimed "perfect" android, known simply by what he was made up of, couldn't stiffer (or wish to for that matter), a mocking laugh. His audience, the warriors who took it upon themselves to end his lunatic ways, could only watch with disgust, his self-indulgent performance. His hideously evil eyes narrowed at his feet, the scattered robotic remains of the former sixteen. With a whip of his tail he grabbed the head, which was surprisingly intact, the strength of his tail flicked it high into the air before landing with heightened accuracy into his hands. Holding the vacant, lifeless head in his palm he looked rigtht into its closed eyes before speaking…
Alas, poor Sixteen! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your
gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
me one thing.
Soft clicks and buzzes were heard from the heard of the robot, before his mechanical eyelids flickered open. Cell was aghast with surprise seeing the head awakening in his firm grip.
"As evident as it is that I'm in no position to debate or correct your adamantly well given speech, I will have to disagree with you" cell tilted his head and blinked with confusion,
"Excuse me?" he asked perplexed.
" Well the fact is cell, you DON"T in fact know me just because you sent or TRIED to send me into oblivion doesn't translate as you knowing me, vaguely or intimately" Sixteen's head seemed to shudder and vibrate at the thought of intimacy with cell.
"You awoke to tell me that? Well I suppose it's an androids prerogative" he commented as he began to juggle the head egotistically.
"Sttooppp thaaattt, stttooppppp!!" sixteen demanded as his voice chip begun to stutter.
"Aww so be you reluctant little baby" he laughed re-catching the head in his hands. Although his mockery wasn't quite subdued yet as he begun to pinch his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Got your nose, got your nose!" he spoke in a baby voice waving his thumb (which was between his own fingers) in the face of the incapacitated android.
"Oh that does it seriously can a bodiless android get any LESS respect around here" sixteen complains before shutting himself off, wiping the color from his robotic eyes.
"Well some people, eh androids cant seem to take a joke can they?" scoffs cell.
Word count:499
Pairings: Cell/16
Rating:G
Stipulation: must have cell?
Guess whose back people, at a request of a certain someone I thought I would throw up a entry, enjoy.
Cell stood in the middle of the battlefield, his smirk constant and playful upon his lips amidst the uplifted dust, and recent remains of the desolated android he just only destroyed. The ruthless overconfident self proclaimed "perfect" android, known simply by what he was made up of, couldn't stiffer (or wish to for that matter), a mocking laugh. His audience, the warriors who took it upon themselves to end his lunatic ways, could only watch with disgust, his self-indulgent performance. His hideously evil eyes narrowed at his feet, the scattered robotic remains of the former sixteen. With a whip of his tail he grabbed the head, which was surprisingly intact, the strength of his tail flicked it high into the air before landing with heightened accuracy into his hands. Holding the vacant, lifeless head in his palm he looked rigtht into its closed eyes before speaking…
Alas, poor Sixteen! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Your
gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell
me one thing.
Soft clicks and buzzes were heard from the heard of the robot, before his mechanical eyelids flickered open. Cell was aghast with surprise seeing the head awakening in his firm grip.
"As evident as it is that I'm in no position to debate or correct your adamantly well given speech, I will have to disagree with you" cell tilted his head and blinked with confusion,
"Excuse me?" he asked perplexed.
" Well the fact is cell, you DON"T in fact know me just because you sent or TRIED to send me into oblivion doesn't translate as you knowing me, vaguely or intimately" Sixteen's head seemed to shudder and vibrate at the thought of intimacy with cell.
"You awoke to tell me that? Well I suppose it's an androids prerogative" he commented as he began to juggle the head egotistically.
"Sttooppp thaaattt, stttooppppp!!" sixteen demanded as his voice chip begun to stutter.
"Aww so be you reluctant little baby" he laughed re-catching the head in his hands. Although his mockery wasn't quite subdued yet as he begun to pinch his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Got your nose, got your nose!" he spoke in a baby voice waving his thumb (which was between his own fingers) in the face of the incapacitated android.
"Oh that does it seriously can a bodiless android get any LESS respect around here" sixteen complains before shutting himself off, wiping the color from his robotic eyes.
"Well some people, eh androids cant seem to take a joke can they?" scoffs cell.