Pride Killing

[Envinco]

He was not pleased. Not at all. Actually, now that he thought about it in the two seconds it took for his mind to process it; Master wouldn't be pleased either. The only one that he could think of being even remotely happy about the situation would be that red-headed jerk Akaito. It was after all, his fault. Upon rare occasion, the two would get into an arguement that turned into a physical fight. And upon ever RARER occasion, Akaito would end up wounding him.
And that was the story.
His normally pristine bandages lay in shreds just barely hanging around his arms and chest, a small gash from his own ice pick in his lower abdomen. And he could of sworn he heard a small rattling in his left arm; Perhaps a stray screw or bolt. Whether it was a screw or bolt he didn't care, but the point was that he was slowly making his was almost reluctant for once to head to Master's room for a repair. He could almost imagine Master's normally sweet tone distort with the anger he would be trying to hide for him getting torn up like this. A small sigh passed his lips. This was not going to be easy...
He rapped on the door quietly, calling from behind. "Master~?" He'd be in even more trouble, coming in when he might have someone else in there, If that was the case, he'd rather go back to his room battered and take care of most of this himself. But...Last time he did that, Master had even more work to do when he misplaced a stitch and cut into the wires of his leg. So he opted for the easier 'Master will be less mad' choice. Or at least he hoped so.

[Niebieski]

Master was playing around with a few voices for the next few Vocaloids he was currently in the process of making. Usually, Voice came last, as to fit the Robot’s appearance, but he decided to be a little different for these next few. Looking through his security camera for a few seconds, he spotted the beginning of another fight between Akaito and Taito. Sighing, he turned from the screen, figuring he would have to fix up Akaito’s face again soon. He’s had to use a lot of bandages on those two recently. Has the weather affected their circuits?
Hearing foot steps come down his hall, he about asked, “What happened, Akaito?” He would of if he didn’t hear that the footsteps were of Taito’s slightly smaller frame. ”Master~?” he heard. Shutting the program on his laptop down and getting up, he opened the door for Kaito to see the gash on his abdomen and his wrapping shredded. ”Taito… What happened?” He asked, his voice soft and concerned.
Yes, usually Master would have been angered at Taito because usually he starts this kind of stuff. Instead, he showed concern for his broken Vocaloid. He had a small attraction to this one. He was adorable and his personality was random. ”Tell me what hurts... okay?” He requested of the Vocaloid. It might have taken several years, but the Vocaloid Series even have pain sensors so they can react to things so the Synthetic skin doesn’t break.
He went for his tools while letting Taito talk. Looking through his toolbox, he pulled out: Pliers, screwdrivers, needle and string, and some bandages. To add to Taito’s outfit, he grabbed a roll of the bandages he wore as decoration.

[Envinco]

Even upon request and not being yelled at by Master, he really didn't feel like explaining all his hurts. Currently his head was bugging him about losing to Akaito, his stomach hurt obviously, along with his arm, but that was only when he moved it. The back of his neck hurt from the scarf-tugging they had also included in their fight and he could of sworn that Kikaito had hit him somewhere when he wasn't looking instead of just filming the fight for his own purposes. God forbid what the blonde would do with such incriminating blackmail against both himself and Akaito.
"Akaito-" He cut off, deciding putting the blame on the other wasn't going to suit well with Master. "Myself and Akaito were fighting." He explained softly, gaze following Master as he began to gather the nessicary tools. He entered the room and sat himself in one of the chairs waiting, looking around the room. No matter how many times he had been in here, it would always amaze him how wonderful Master's room was. "....I still have to get my pick back..." He murmured suddenly to himself, recalling Akaito walking off with it.
"The wound in my stomach, it didn't disrupt anything internally; A rattling in my left arm, a loose screw of some sort; And the back of my neck, sore from being choked by my scarf." He said quietly, ashamed of himself for losing. Why'd Akaito end up winning anyway? He'd have to inquire to Kikaito to watch a copy of the fight to determine at what point he had lost. Although he probably already knew the answer, it was always good to doublecheck these things.

[Niebieski]

Watching him walk in, signaled him towards a table so he could care tend the wounds correctly. ”Taito…” He muttered, hearing him about to put the blame on Akaito, but smiled after he stopped himself. ”What were you two fighting about this time?” He asked. Not usually was Master so concerned about what happened, why and such, just when he finds out that those two fought and Akaito won. He never wins.
”Did he take your Ice Pick?” He asked lightly. ”I’ll get it back for you after this. ”You guys are like brothers…” He muttered. Yes they were brothers, but not genetically. Seeing that he was clearly depressed about loosing, he sighed. ”Don’t be ashamed Taito. You’re an amazing Person. Akaito just won today because he cheated. He stole your weapon and used your clothing against you.” Of course he glanced and saw some of the fight, but that’s about all of it.
Continuing to listen to the statements his other Vocaloid made, Master set up a small table with his tools so he didn’t have to reach for them. It seemed a lot like a surgery room right now than a bedroom. ”Those won’t be too hard to fix for you. You’ll just be a little sore after this is all.” he explained simply to Taito while finishing up his little table of tools and cleaning the table quickly.
Unlike Humans, there’s no putting Taito to sleep, no worrying about germs destroying his body, no blood to clean up and not as much pain. The worst thing he would feel is the stitch and the popping of the joints while he gets the loose object out of him. Nothing to it.

[Envinco]

The question surprised him, he would of thought Master to know what sort of conversation sparked the arguement, and by asking; He really didn't want to lower himself to admitting they were arguing over which one of them was loved more by Master. In this case he'd probably tell Taito that he loved the original Kaito better than the two of them or something. And if that was the case, Kaito better sleep with his lights on. Or something like that. In any case, it wouldn't be a good idea for him to tell Master the truth right now. "He was bothering me." He replied simply, a half-truth and it would suit for now.
"I can get it myself, you shouldn't worry about trivial things. You've got work to do, right?" He asked, following over to the table and leaning on the edge. "It's fine, I'll get it back myself." He objected. He wasn't going to let Akaito have the satisfaction of knowing that he had to go tattle on him to Master just to get his ice pick back. A small smile passed him as he heard the praise-like comments from Master, but frowned slightly at the mention of Akaito's tactics. If he hadn't of tripped then Akaito wouldn't of been able to hold him down by his scarf and then steal the pick.
He nodded in agreement, a little soreness was nothing compared to wounds to his mental pride. It was probably going to bug him for a while, but it was always easily solved with distractions. Like...stealing back his ice pick. Or going to ask Kikaito what he was planning to use the video for...

[Niebieski]

”Is that all?” He asked, not really believing Taito’s reason. He knew that something other than just being bothered caused a fight. An Idea came to mind. It was the reason Akaito has been telling him a few times. ”We were fighting over master.” He sighed. ”Were you guys fighting over me?” He asked, sure he pinpointed it.
”I have a while before I get much of this done, a little time off wouldn’t hurt. I wanted to talk to Akaito anyway.” He told Taito. ”After this, I’m letting you see Akaito for at least a week, okay Taito? I don’t want to see you in shreds next time I have to fix one of you two.” He explained. It didn’t bother him much to fix them, but seeing someone he’s close to injured bothered him. Seeing the small smile, he too smiled, but seeing the frown, he asked, ”Taito, it’s all right. This incident won’t happen ever again, right?”
Looking at the gash on Taito’s stomach a little more, he poked it a few times before getting a wet rag and wiping it clean. He didn’t want any dirt inside of him. Turning towards the table, he went to thread the needle. ”Mind laying down? I don’t want to crease the skin.” He requested, holding the needle and thread. Even though the Thread will disappear after a while, he liked to have the thread a different color for each Vocaloid. Taito’s was a dark purple.

[Envinco]

Taito nodded, though half-aware that Master knew the real reason. He was hoping that Akaito hadn't let anything spill or that Master would just believe him and let it go, but when he asked if they were fighting over him he visibly sunk a little into depression. "Maybe..." He murmured quietly. It was horrible, having to admit it, made his head feel worse and a sunken feeling in his chest. "It's fine though!" He exclaimed rather unlike him. "I can get it myself...If you're just going to talk to him, could you leave the pick alone?" He requested, still wondering where the outburst came from. "You should tell him that, I don't want to mess with him anyway. He's always the one bothering me." He retorted a bit bitterly. "Yeah..." He agreed quietly, watching Master poke around his stomach wound, resisting the urge to move away. It almost tickled, to a point.
He nodded, laying down on the table, hands going behind his head in a pillow. The table was a little cold, but he didn't mind it much. It was better than walking around with a hole in your gut. He sat still waiting for Master to begin stitching him up, half admiring the color of the string. But that was natural, of course he would find anything of the certain purple variety pretty. It was the color of his particular scheme of Kaito, so he loved it either way. It made him wonder why Master just made color and personality edits to a KAITO model rather than make originals, but he overlooked it, he liked being like this; even if he was just a color swap of an original.

[Niebieski]

Seeing Taito sink a little, he sighed. ”It’s alright it you guys were. Makes me feel happy in a way.” He said. Stopping for a second, he began to think it would be taken the wrong way. ”I mean, I’m happy that you two love me enough to go off and try to kill each other.” He tried to explain.
Hearing Taito outburst almost scared him. ”I still don’t want you two hurting each other when you try to get your pick back, okay?” He said, saying yes, but telling him the conditions. ”And I’ll tell him not to mess with you anymore. Not too sure how much he’ll listen, but it’s worth a shot, right Taito?” he asked, trying to joke around for a moment.
Taking the string through the synthetic skin about eighteen times, he tightened the string to hold the wound shut and tied it. Grabbing the scissors, he cut the extra string loose and put both utensils up. Grabbing a white bandage, he quickly, but accurately, placed it over his stitches. ”There we go.” He muttered mainly to himself.
Going for his screw driver, he rolled up the sleeve on Taito’s arm and started to undo the joint so he could get inside and take out whatever was moving in there. A loose bolt could easily break wires and cause something not to work any more. ”You doing okay?” He asked Taito, making sure he wasn’t hurting him too much. Even if the expression on Taito’s face said otherwise.

[Envinco]

Master was not making this any better for him. Why couldn't he just ditch Akaito and the others? No one loved Master as much as him, and if there was someone that did; He'd end that problem very quickly. It was /never/ alright that someone else was willing to fight for Master as much as him. Let alone have the other person win. It was like practically losing Master to that red-haired jerk.
"Okay..." He murmured quietly in agreement. He wasn't going to promise anything, but he would say yes because Master wanted it that way. "It's never a waste if you try, I'm sure /something/ will get through that thick skull of his." Taito said with a small misplaced smile. Yeah, like stabbing his ice pick through that 'thick skull' He was thinking about something else when he squirmed a bit at the pull at his abdomen, then realized that Master was finished with that wound.
He tried not to move anymore, but it was generally hard as this didn't really feel like the greatest things in the world. He kept his left arm rigid so Master wouldn't have any other problems, but curiously went to mess with the bandage on his stomach with his other arm. It didn't match his other bandages, he'd have to cover it up till the polymers of the skin wove back together and the string dissappated.
He nodded, though was slightly lying. It never felt good to be poked around in. "I'm fine." He replied. Placing a small smile to his face, he tried to back up his statement with false feelings. It was easy, but not morally. His head was bugging him again for lying, but he knew it was better than making Master worry about something that didn't need to be worried about.

[Niebieski]

”You’re not convincing me much, Taito. Do I have to make Kikaito follow you around?” He asked, his voice teasing by the second sentence. Of course he wouldn’t risk Kikaito’s life by sending him with Taito to see Akaito. He might be pulled in. Then he would have three of his dears to fix back up. He was sure Akaito was messed up some too, just too proud to get fixed.
Unscrewing the joint from the other, he placed it on the table gently so that the other cables and wires wouldn’t tear. Letting his tool down, he used his fingers to poke inside of Taito to find the loose object. To his surprise, it stabbed him when he poked it. ”Taito, was your pick in one piece when Akaito ran off with it?” He asked, pulling out part of the needle from his arm and showing it to him.
Letting him examine it for a moment before placing it on the table next to the screw driver, he picked the tool up and gently moved the detached arm to where it needed to be and slowly screwed it back into place, checking the mobility right after and adjusting it.
”There we go, Taito.” He told him, smiling. ”Now, just don’t mess with your bandages until I tell you. Give them about a week, alright?” He told him, laying out his restrictions as the doctor and the fatherly figure. He didn’t want Taito broken again or having something falling out of him because he played with the thread.

[Envinco]

"No...I won't hurt him." Taito forced himself to reply. Although he was sure if Kikaito followed him around then he would probably drag the poor blonde into his and Akaito's fights. Or something like that. There was a difference between 'following' and 'stalking' and he was sure in Kikaito's mental dictionary they were basically the same thing. Which would be bad for anyone that was supposed to be the one followed.

Looking idlely at his arm on the table he gave a shallow yawn, out of nothing else to do and he was bored of just sitting still like that. At the question, he couldn't help but RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE at the thought of Akaito breaking his ice pick, but instead answered curtly as he mentally planned Akaito's demise. "I didn't get a good look at it, but if that was in my arm I'm sure that it's missing a peice now." He answered, looking at the peice for a little while before Master set it on the table.

He nodded, making fists with the previously detatched forearm and moving it around to test it. "I'll be sure not to." He agreed as he stood up. "...I'm going now..." He said, as he stood up, almost wanting to come up with another injury so he could loiter in Master's room more. He didn't want Akaito to get the feeling of winning this round.

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[Niebieski]

”Are you sure, Taito?” he asked. He knows how Taito works, so of course he was going to question his answers. All of them were predictable. Shoku already knew that he allowed Kikaito to follow, the blonde will surely be killed and ripped to shreds by a broken ice pick. He wouldn’t know how to fix poor Kikaito if he ended up like that. He would have to start over.
Smiling, he went towards a closet he had and opened it. ”Did you want another pick, Taito? I have one or two more. I got them incase Akaito took one from you.” He suggested, holding a wooden, purple metal plated pick with a new, extra sharp pick. Earlier that week, he colored all stuff his Vocaloid use that he could hold on to. After all, he was sure Taito wouldn’t want the original red plated pick the one he’s holding used to be.
”You’re arm alright?” Shoku asked him, making sure it works and there is nothing stuck in the joint. Seeing him leave, he wanted him to come back, have a small discussion with him. ”Taito, did you want to stay in here for a bit?” he suggested lightly. If he didn’t, he had a few things he could do, like getting Akaito so he could look at him.