Day Three: Evening

[Super Buu]

OOC: Damn guys, sorry for the lack of posting. After I finished my last assignment I just sort of collapsed. XD Anyway, hoping to rectify that now.


The last day had been a whirlwind for Super Buu. He remembered little ? how they?d managed to drag themselves here, or why he and Seventeen has fallen back into their old camaraderie with so little resistance. It was almost like a dream. They?d encountered no-one. Though they were on the brink of death, it still felt like bliss to be on the island, where your only responsibility was to keep yourself alive.

That was why Buu was here. Maybe it was just that ? the game?s premise that had woken up his self-serving side. All he knew was that this year, he was ?playing the game?, so to speak. He?d killed and wounded more people in the last few days than he had in the entirety of the last competition

He?d changed, for sure. But was it just strength, or was there something else aiding him?

Buu?s head spun. Lying down on his back, the golem shut his eyes and tried to blank out the things that were racing through his mind.

?I?M STILL HERE.?

The monster almost screamed at the voice. Why wouldn?t they leave? What had he done that was so bad?

?WHY WON?T YOU WAKE UP??

Buu kept his eyes shut tight. Would he be granted a quick death? No ? of course not.

Suddenly he felt a cold grip on his shoulders, pulling him up. This time he did scream. The monster kicked childishly, his one leg flailing around as the stump of the other bobbed uselessly. His screwed-up hands connected with whatever he was fighting, but didn?t do any damage. And everything yearned for them just to let go, to put him down and let him rot in his own mind.

?Buu!?

The construct blinked awake. ?Seventeen. Where am I??

?We?re on Dante, remember?? The cyborg smiled weakly. For some reason, he wasn?t his usual lighthearted self.

Seeing this, Buu frowned. ?There?s something different about you. What is it??

Seventeen began to laugh, but a grimace of pain cut him short. ?Well, besides having been punched through the gut by the strongest person on this island, I?m about to be a father, you?re going crazy, and I?m all out of pot.? He took a deep breath, as though he were about to springboard into a spiel, before Buu cut in:

?Hold on. You?ve been punched through the gut??

The cyborg raised an eyebrow. ?Yeah, you were there. I was with Raditzu, and then you came along and started fighting him. He blasted your leg off and gave me something of a stomach ache.?

?Hold on!? said Buu, looking around frantically. He patted himself up and down before cursing. ?Where?s my bag??

?I?ll get it,? sighed Seventeen. Heaving himself to his feet and using his metal crutch for support, the cyborg began to hobble over to a large chestnut tree. He scooped up the bag and returned, dropping it at his friend?s foot ? one could no longer aptly say ?feet?.

?Thanks,? gushed the monster, as he began to rifle through his belongings.

?What are you looking for?? questioned Seventeen, looking with a mixture of amusement and concern at his friend?s fervour.

?Bandages!? Buu proclaimed, thrusting his hand up into the sky. Sure enough, within his hand was the half-used remains of a medkit.

Seventeen?s eyes widened. ?Where did you get this??

?I ? uh ??

You got it from me, whispered a voice in the monster?s head.

Buu?s pupils dilated. Paige. How had he forgotten? He?d killed her.

He blinked and thrust the medkit at his companion. ?Use it. It?s yours.?

Seventeen blinked. ?But your wound is far worse. We should patch up your leg!?

Supes chuckled. ?Nah, what?s the point. It?s gone anyway, at least until I can regenerate the stubborn bastard. You just use that on yourself.?

?But--?

?Oh cut the hero leadership crap,? Buu sneered with his usual tone. ?I?m telling you to take this!? Then, more quietly; ?You have more right to it than me.?

Seventeen was confused by his friend?s words, but nodded. ?Thanks ? Buu,? he murmured.

?Don?t mention it,? grunted Supes, rolling over so that he faced away from his android chum. He wondered ? when he?d been dreaming, had the voice been Seventeen?s or someone else?s? He wanted to sleep, but he was afraid of finding out the answer.