first thought that crossed his mind the first time he saw her in action was
something between “Damn...”
and “How in all the known hells…?”.
front of him was this bald and NAKED woman that with just one slap
(ONE.FUCKING.SLAP.) obliterate into a red splat on the buildings the bat shit
crazy mosquito monster girl that left him as a shredded piece of cyborg gore. “Who is this woman?! How did she do that?! Is
she even human?!”
- Man, I hate mosquitoes. – she said with
the silliest of smiles.
- WAIT! – he screamed, succesfully making
her look his way – I AM GENOS! A CYBORG THAT FIGHTS FOR JUSTICE!! PLEASE TELL
ME YOUR NAME!!! –
- Eh? – she looked at him, her egg like
face more than evident – I’m Saitama, why? –
- ALLOW ME TO BE YOUR DISCIPLE!! – he
requested in a scream.
needed to know how to become that powerful, needed to know how to be that
immeasurable strong… in those times he had thirst for strenght… he had thirst
this woman was the key to his goal.
- Ah… Okay. – she said before turning on her heel and leaving.
stayed laying there for a while, watching her back as she walked away and until
it dissapeared from his sight, then using the communicator that Doctor Kuseno
installed into his head he called the good Doctor to be retrieved and fixed. He
had field investigation to do.
is not a stalker, alright?
thing is field investigation and another very different is the shameful act of
has an analitical mind. He needs stats, samples and observation notes before
reaching any conclusion, and from his observation week on Saitama-sensei there
is only one logical conclusion for her God like strength and that is that it is
a total mistery.
- You actually came… – she said in this
suspicious incredulous whisper, her almond shaped eyes squinted in his
direction – Errr… What was your name again? –
- It is Genos, Saitama-sensei. –
- How the heck did you found my place? And
please don’t call me that. –
- Internet, mistress. –
- DON’T CALL ME THAT EITHER! –
invited him into her apartment and offered him a cup of tea while mumbling
something about proper etiquette towards a guest (expected or not).
“This place is smaller
that expected…” Thought
Genos as he followed Saitama into the living room “…and dirtier.”
was wearing that dreadly yellow full body suit.
“The cape is cool but… Ugh,
settled, Saitama put a very simple tea cup that had a wise quote printed on it
in front of him.
- Go home after you finish this one, I’m
no lookin for discip-uh? How come you are in one piece again? –
- Yes, since my body is mostly artificial
it is easy to find spare parts. –
- Dude, you are so weird. – she said
“Alright, let’s get this
- Sensei, what kind of artificial parts do
you use? – he asked as directly as only he could.
- None. – she answered as flatly as only
- Eh? Then what is that skin colored armor
on your head? –
“She cannot be really
bald, is she?”
- It is MY skin. – Saitama was getting
- But that could only mean that you are
- SO WHAT IF I’M BALD?! WHAT’S YOUR BLOODY
PROBLEM ANYWAY?! –
“Change of subject then.”
- Could you hear my problem, sensei? –
- No, thank you, please go home. –
unsuccesfully telling his tale and being treated like an annoying ten year old,
Genos finally put into ten exact words what he wanted from Saitama.
- Please, teach me how to become strong
like you, sensei. –
“That’s it, I said it,
please don’t say no, please don’t say no.”
- Hmmmm. – Saitama seemed to deeply think
her answer – Genos. – she opened her eyes and looked at him.
- Yes, ma’am! –
- How old are you? –
- I am nineteen, ma’am! –
- So young… I’m sure you will surpass me
in no time then. –
- Really?! –
- You see, Genos, I’m twenty five, but I
was twenty two when I started training three years ago. –
“Is she for real?!”
- I don’t mind teaching you, Genos but…
I’m not gonna lie to you, it’s gonna be tough. Are you ready to take it on? –
seriousness in her voice, in her eyes, the sharp angles of her face, everything
about that question screamed “ARE YOU
READY?!”, challenging his resolve.
- Yes, ma’am! –
then he sensed them approaching.
house of evolution.
was a very eye opening day for Genos, that day he understood that there still
are certain things that not even science can explain, no matter how common they
woman… this average looking bald woman surpassed all the human limitations by
sheer will power and a ridiculous excercise routine.
- …You guys messing around with evolution
and the new human race and all that jazz will never make it far, the true
power, our true power as human beings, is that we can change our selves on our
own! – finished Saitama her speech.
“Are you shitting me?!” Thought Genos after hearing the
ridiculous answer Saitama gave to the Asura Kabuto.
- STOP BEEN RIDICULOUS!! – exploded Genos
making Saitama jump in her place – THAT’S JUST A STANDARD STRENGTH TRAINING!
IT’S NOT EVEN HARD!! I TOLD YOU I NEDD TO GET MORE POWERFUL!! I DID NOT BECAME
YOUR DISCIPLE TO HEAR SUCH NONSENSE!!! –
face deflated after hearing Genos rampage, it was obvious that he would not
believe her… shit, not even she could believe it but…
- Genos… - Saitama called him, her serious
face becoming and egg once again, the sad light in her eyes stoping Genos’s
rage – That’s all I did… I’m not lying. –
was not sure if he could believe her words, but he certainly could believe her
“She is not lying.”
the one punch hit that exterminated Asura Kabuto was more prove than enough.
“Well, if not even she
understands how her strength came to her… maybe I can find out how and apply it
he decided to stay by her side.
was the second most (the first one being becoming a cyborg) important decision
that would lead the rest of his life.
out, she really was a very simple average woman (that could obliterate anyone
and anything with one single punch), she liked discount sales, discount
coupons, read manga, watching the news, cheap or free stuff, and her favorite
hoodie was this oversized (yellow colored, again) thing that said
“oppai” in big red letters at the front, and yet he found her charming in the most
bizarre of ways.
would make this silly little smile when a good bargain was in her hands, the
usual blank stare could get this twinkle when a flyer announcing a new discount
sale would land in her hands, her face could get all serious when the hero in
her manga got into a pinch… and she was so humble and kind and selfless… How
come no one knows about this woman?! How come no one is worshiping her like the
heroine she is?! WHY?!
- Wait… sensei, could it be that… since
you are just a hero for hobby… –
“It can’t be, can it?”
- SENSEI! HAVEN’T YOU REGISTERED IN THE HERO ASSOCIATION?! –
face that Saitama dedicated to Genos after his explanation about what the
association was, was one of pure shock and disbelieving.
- I had no idea. – she said, the surprise
in her face making it even rounder – Wait, Genos, are you registered? –
- No, why? –
- Let’s go register our selves! – the silly little smile make its
apperance in her face again, apparently this idea excited her – If you register
yourself with me, I’ll make you my disciple for real this time! –
- LET’S GO! –
thing is, the first time Genos spoke to Saitama she was naked, yet he did not
paid attention to her body due to the inmense awe he felt at that time (and
because it was rude to stare), but when they did the physical part of the
association entrance exam he could not tear his optical cameras from the hand
like sculped body that was wearing a royal blue sports leotard. All the stats
that appeared in his systems surpassed by far all the records… and those
legs…and her long neck… and her thing yet firm arms… and her waist looked so
frail, but one could see the faint line of her hard rock abs…
- Genos, why are you naked? – she asked
when her gaze landed on his figure.
- I am not naked, sensei. Even though I’m
not wearing clothing I am wearing my chastity plate. –
- Uh-hu, dude you have officialy advanced
from weird to creep. Anyway, you done too? –
- Yes, Saitama-sensei. –
- And? How did you do? –
- Both the written and fitness tests were
a walk in the park. –
- I know, right?! I can’t believe it was
so easy! –
- One needs at least seventy points to
pass the written part, but the fitness test is the one that really matters, so
it shouldn’t pose a problem. –
the results were given to them, Genos was not suprised to find out he was in
the S-class, the strongest among the hero ranks but, if he was in the S-class,
where could they place his sensei? Is there a God-class? Wait, what if they
make a whole new class just for her?! That wouldn’t be surprising tho.
- I-I… I ba-barely passed the wri-written
part with a se-seventy one… I’m in C-class. –
- Genos, are you sure about this? –
Saitama questioned him when they arrived to a desolated place.
- Yes, sensei. Thank you very much for accepting my
unreasonable request. –
- Yeah, well… I did promise I’d make you
my disciple for real this time, but remember, this is just a sparring. It’s not
like we are actually gonna fight, got it? – explained Saitama while taking her
place some meters away from Genos.
“But that is exactly what
I had in mind, sensei… I will attack you with all I have to make you fight back
nothing made her be serious. His cannon blasts a mere breeze for her. His
punches and kicks equals to the touch of a fly for her. His speed just like
slow motion in her eyes. She was playing with him, he became the toy of this
child like goddess whose eyes sparkled amusingly at the sight of his laser
lights, and that made him feel so angry, he put more, and more, and more power
into his attacks but nothing seemed to make her take him seriously.
so he thought.
was just the fraction of a second, shorter than a blink… but it felt like if
the time froze.
was staring right at him… powerful and cold… unstoppable.
felt like the ant facing the gigantic thump that was about to squash it into
nothingness… and then a flick to his forehead, as light as cardboard and as
quick as a the tip of a whip… and then that was it.
there was Saitama, smiling her silly smile and as fresh as a fucking lettuce.
- I’m hungry. time for lunch, Genos! Let’s
go eat udon! –
- S-Sure… let’s go. – he mumbled.
saw her retreating back for a second before turning his head and look at the damage,
just then he understood…
huge scratch like hole cut through the rock and beyond for what seemed to be
kilometers, like if a giant nail scraped a piece of fabric.
“It doesn’t matter
what I do… I can’t see myself coming even close to be as strong as
- Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you
don’t like udon. –
voice brought him back to reality.
- N-no, sensei. I do like udon. –
- Good, because this place got one of the
best I’ve tasted. –
udon was good and the restaurant clean, Genos found himself feeling at peace
and relaxed… When was the last time he felt like that?
seemed really impressed by the quantity of udon Genos could eat.
- Well, you certainly don’t act like a
nineteen year old boy but you sure can eat like one. –
found himself smiling to the comment made by the woman.
- Thank you, sensei. –
then Amai Mask appeared and the good mood ran away, but when he came back to
Saitama (who was waiting for him with a tiny worried frown between her eyes),
they said good bye to each other and the next day Genos made the third most
important decision that would lead the rest of his life…
- Can I live here? – he asked as Saitama
looked at him like if finally all sanity has left him.
were at Saitama’s small apartment, it was almost noon but Saitama was still
wearing her pajamas and was reading manga in a very “chill” position.
- No. - she said while looking flatly at Genos.
- I’ll pay rent. - he says and then smash a huge stack of money on Saitama’s tea
table, right in front of her face.
A very fail Annie’s costest xD I can’t work with wigs lol My real hair is short so its hard to hide it wearing a ponytail. You can see my pink shirt and I only have the Survey corps jacket. Plus, the pic is flipped xd
It’s funny how I’m showing my nose here. I hate it. Toucan, mosquito, Pinnochio, any kind of jokes for having a big nose, I’ve hear them. When I saw Annie the first time I thought she is a beautiful girl with a big nose. I never saw an anime girl with a nose. (I mean.. they always have cute small noses). 😢 So I was happy. And we share height too. (And I have a horse face as Jean too yikes)
I just want to sit with you and talk about everything. Like your interests, your ideas, your ideaologies, tastes in movies and music, animals that interest you, animals that you hate, favorites in the world, everything you love, everything you hate. And I just want to look into your eyes and I'll enjoy every word that comes from your lips no matter how bitter you are about mosquitoes. At least I hope you're bitter about mosquitoes.
I hate mosquitoes, so that’s okay. Gosh though…. this is all flattering. It sounds a little too good to be true, though. I’m afraid I’m not too interesting, and i have no personality.
au where eren and levi are a couple and they love doing outdoor activities together like camping and fishing and mountain climbing. the only problem is that MOSQUITOES LOVE EREN’S BLOOD BUT HATE LEVI’S so even after ten coats of spray, eren’s still walking home with twenty bites and levi’s there with his flawless, unbitten skin.
I used to think I knew what hate was. I hated that girl in my class that was mean to me. I hated mosquitoes. I hated broccoli. I hated the boy who talked about me behind my back. I hated my ‘friend’ that told me nothing but lies. I hated my ex boyfriend who cheated on me. Little did I know that that wasn’t hate at all. Hate is staring at the mirror and picking out every little imperfection. Hate is taking nothing but cold showers to burn a couple more calories. Hate is not eating a damn thing all day. Hate is leaning over a toilet and heaving until there is nothing left inside to come out. Hate is dragging a lifeless blade over every inch of your body because you can’t stand the way it looks or how it makes you feel. Hate is acting like you’re already dead and wishing to God that you were.
I didn’t truly know what hate was until I hated myself.